Your smelly prison began to shift. As Landon walked, his cheeks grinded you back and forth covering you in his sweat and stick. You gagged as a silent toot burned your nostrils.
The cheeks soon stop swishing. You could hear muffled voices, and a sudden deep laugh. Light suddenly shined on you as Landon reached in, and with some force pulled you out with a SQUELCH!
You soon were brought up to the smirking face of your couch. "So squirt, Landon and Brick here are saying you tried to ditch!". Landon dropped you body onto the coach's outstretched palm. The two grinned evilly down at you. "Boys, you go take care of practice. I'll give him the appropriate punishment."
Landon and Brick left leaving you and couch alone. "C-coach please I'm sorry!"
"Hmm. Sorry ain't gonna cut it kid."
Coach soon pulled back his lycra gym shorts, exposing his firm glutes. Bringing you around he dropped your body onto his cheeks. Releasing the waistband, you were plunged into smelly darkness. You felt yourself begin to sink into his crack, this was accelerated when couch used his finger to push you into the hairy canyon.
As he walked back the ring, coach let out a loud fart. You could barely move as coach had a more muscled butt. You cried out as more gas blasted you.
Coach stopped his walk, hearing your struggling. He smirked down at his rear, before giving it a slap. "What's that? You want more?"
You screamed no, but coach didn't listen. "Alright, if you say so!". Clenching his teeth, the man began to built up gas. Feeling more pressure tighten his stomach. Sweat began to drip down his body and you heard deep rumbling coming from above.
"Coach ple-!"
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!
The two cheeks violently shook as the hot smelly air was released. You were blasted by the massive gas, so much that you were forced halfway out his butt with the stinky air. This didn't last long as you were pushed back in by your coach. He chuckled before giving a good squeeze and walking back over to the team.
You spent the rest of practice being subjected to coach's gas and his weight when he sat down.
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