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Troy was an eighteen year old senior at St. Martin's. He was not only popular among the students but was the star of the high school swim team. This combined with his straight A average meant that Troy had a bright future.

He finished washing his hands and shook the water off, reaching for a paper towel. As he stood before the mirror wiping the excess water from his hands the restroom door burst open. It slammed off the wall with an ear shattering thud and began to swing back. But a thick meaty hand reached out preventing it from closing. In the doorway stood the towering frame of Frankie Sullivan. Standing behind Frankie were his two cohorts, Reggie & Skunk.

Skunk's real name was Roger but he was given the unflattering nickname years ago in gym class by Frankie. Roger had a problem with foot odor. He used foot powders and creams but nothing helped the smell. The stench was bad enough from normal activities but after running and sweating in gym class the odor would reach an all time high. As Roger removed his shoes his funky foot smell would fill the entire locker room. One day Frankie took note of this telling Roger that he smelt like a skunk and the name stuck. Now Roger was know as Skunk.

The presence of these three did not bod well with Troy. The trio meant trouble and Troy had no desire for trouble. He looked at Frankie. Frankie was a large boy. Like Troy he was eighteen but that is where the similarities ended. Frankie was not your average teen. He stood an incredible 6'8" and he was solid. Not fat but muscle. Frankie's family had a farm and mornings before school and evenings after he helped his family tend it. He was not unattractive by any means but while Troy was easy going and jovial Frankie was intense and mean spirited. It was this that made him ugly.

Troy threw the paper towel in the trash and nodded a quick hello to Frankie. He wanted out of there as quickly as possible but this would not be an easy feat as the three were blocking the door. Frankie stepped into the boys restroom and The weasely Reggie and Skunk scurried in after him. Each standing at one of his sides, evil gleams glistening in their eyes. This could not be good.

Troy said, "Excuse me, Frankie.", as he tried to slip past the trio. But Frankie had other ideas as he held his hand out to stop Troy saying, "You ain't goin' anywhere, Banks,"

Troy felt a knot form in his stomach as he looked up into Frankie's dim eyes. "W-w- what's up, Frankie."

"I don't like being made to look stupid.", snarled Frankie.

"Of course not Frankie. I would never do anything to try to make you look stupid.", said Troy unsure of what Frankie was upset about.

"Really? Well today in Algebra you made me look stupid."

"No, Frankie. I would never."

"Yeah, when I couldn't solve the equation and Mr. Willams asked you to step forward you did it in a second making me look stupid. A few people even laughed! Do you think your smarter than me, Banks!?", shouted Frankie as he leaned down his rancid breath wafting over Troy.

As illogical as Frankie's logic was Troy knew this was not good. All he did was answer a question in class but Frankie saw it as a slight and Troy had to try to change his mind. "No Frankie, not at all. I was just helping you out. I know you could have gotten the answer if Mr. Williams had given you more time."

"That's right! I could have!", snapped Frankie. "But the fact is you made me look stupid and you made people laugh at me so you gotta pay, Banks!"

"Yeah you gotta pay.", repeated Skunk with a laugh. At that the trio made their way forward causing Troy to step back.

Troy had no idea what the three had in mind. He had never had Frankie pissed at him before. He was always careful to stay out of the large farm boys way. He wasn't even sure how this had happened. The only answer was that Frankie was an angry young man and no one was safe from his wrath. Troy had seen people who had crossed Frankie in the past and after he confronted them there was always something different about them. Almost as if he had broken their spirit or was it something else.

Troy didn't know exactly what Frankie did to them. He had heard rumors but the stories he heard were so bizarre they had to be made up. He had heard that Frankie would lower his pants and sit on his victims face while Skunk and Reggie held them down. The rumor was he would grind his plump meaty ass into their face forcing them to eat him out. But this was insane who would do something like that? But still Frankie was intimidating and large so no matter what he had in store for Troy it could not be good.

There were even rumors that Frankie had "punished" members of the male teaching staff and the young parish priest Father Mulligan. But this too had to be rumor. Still several of the teachers did seem uncomfortable around Frankie. While others refused to make eye contact so maybe there was some truth to the rumor. But what did he do to them? Sadly it looked as though Troy was about to find out first hand.

"Reggie. Skunk. Pin him down!", ordered Frankie. At that point the two goons jumped on Troy and wrestled him to the restroom floor. Troy fought back but both boys were bigger and they managed to hold him down. As he lay there Frankie looked down at him with an evil smirk.

Looking up Troy began pleading, "Frankie, please. I'm sorry. I would never try to embarrass you intentionally. Please let me go. I'm sorry."

"Too late Banks. You need punished so I'm gonna put you in your place.", said Frankie as he unbuckle his belt.

Horror spread through Troy as he began to realize those rumors may not have been just rumors. "What are you doing, Frankie!!?"

Frankie, Skunk & Reggie all laughed at Troy's obvious fear. "I'm getting ready to administer your punishment, Banks.", snarled Frankie as he turned his back to Troy. "Here's a little preview of what your about to get!", laughed Frankie as he looked over his shoulder and Troy.

Troy began struggling as Frankie began to lower his grey school uniform dress slacks slowly. Troy was a big teen all over but his rump was probably his largest asset. It was plump, full, round and meaty at 44". With an ass so large it was hard to find pants that didn't hug his mega slabs of ass fat. And these pants were no exception. Troy watched in horror as Frankie fought to pry his slacks down over his elephantine booty. Slowly they came down and as they did Frankie raised the shirt tail of his white dress shirt and the back of his navy blazer to reveal his tight white brief encased lard ass.

They were just an average pair of tightie whities. Cotton, fly front with an elastic waistband but on Frankie's hulking frame and enormous ass they looked much smaller than they actually were. His large milky white cheeks poured from the leg bands as the briefs dug into his soft young ass flesh.

"Please!!!", begged Troy. But Skunk and Reggie held him down firmly.

"It's gonna happen.", said Reggie. "So don't fight it, fucker."

Frankie leaned forward bending slowly at the waist. His hamstrings clearly visible as he pushed his pants to the floor. As Troy looked up at his tormentors huge butt an odd though occurred to him. The way Frankie was bent over gave his ass a sort of heart shape and the way the briefs rode up his ass only added to this effect.

Frankie stepped from his pants as he straightened up. He then took several steps backwards so that he was straddling Troy. His rump was right above Troys face. At this point Frankie made his booty bounce. His large brief covered booty jiggled and shook taunting Troy. "Get a good look at that big butt, Banks. Pretty soon your gonna get to know it intimately."

"No, Frankie! Please don't do this to me!", begged Troy. But his pleas only drew laughs from the three.

Frankie continued making his booty bounce above Troy. "Please? Did you say please? Are you begging to see my blubber butt bare, Banks?"

"Noooo!!!", wailed Troy.

"You don't have to beg, Banks. I'll show it to you.", taunted Frankie as he looped his thumbs into the waistband of his tight tiny briefs. Slowly they came down, sliding over his plump ass pillows. He lowered them over his thick tree trunk like thighs and all they way down, throwing them to to side with his slacks.

By now Troy was thrashing wildly but to no avail. Skunk & Reggie were strong and he was not going anywhere. From his vantage point Troy could now see not only Frankie's ridiculously huge ass but also his hairy low hanging nuts. Troy had never seen a set of nuts so large and low hanging. But what was even more impressive was the fact that his fat flaccid cock hung even lower than his nuts. It was massive!!!

Slowly Frankie began lowering himself over Troys face. Troy continued to struggle and plead to be let go but the perverted trio only laughed. As Frankie lowered himself his ample ass cheeks began to part. Troy watched with a combination of horror and disbelief. This was a massive rump! The lower Frankie got the further his plump ass mounds spread until eventually his pink as peach rosebud became visible. Troy screamed out one last plea as Frankie settled his tight button on his victims mouth. The vibration caused by Troy's muffled scream shot through Frankie tickling him in a pleasing way.

Frankie began to grind his monster slabs into Troys face saying, "Eat me, Banks. Shove that tongue up my chute." This got laughs from his two cohorts.

Troy couldn't believe what was happening to him. He could feel the fleshy mounds of ass fat envelope his face. He was defeated and knew it. He figured that at this point the fastest way out of this was to do as he was told to do. And with that he stopped fighting and began rimming Frankie.

Frankie moaned a lustful moan as Troy's tongue entered him. Just then the bathroom door opened and George the school janitor took a step in and stopped quickly at what he saw.

Frankie looked back over his shoulder and bellowed, "Get the fuck out, George, or you'll get more of this!"

George's face flushed a bright red. He nodded his head and took a step back stammering, "Yes, Frankie. I'm sorry." He stopped and took in the sight of Frankie's massive white soft ass cakes cascading over Troy's face.

A multitude of emotions swept over the 42 year old janitor. Fear, humiliation, arousal & anger at himself for not helping Troy. But he knew it would only insight Frankie's rage and that he himself would become Frankie's victim once again. He couldn't have that happen even though a part of him longed to have that whale butt firmly pressed against his face once more.

George had become Frankie's victim when he caught Frankie, Skunk & Reggie jacking off to some old girlie magazines behind the furnace in the basement. He made the mistake of confronting the boys. This lead to his "punishment". It was an experience that humiliated as much as aroused him. But George was a married man with two teenage sons in Frankie's class, he couldn't let anyone know how much he had enjoyed being degraded and humiliated by three twisted teens his boys age. So he backed out of the restroom choose to push those thoughts aside, at least for now.

Frankie began bouncing up and down on Troy's face. Troy stiffened his tongue so that he could fuck Frankie with it. "That's it, Banks. Get into it. Earn my forgiveness."

Troy was surprised at what was happening to him. He did not want to have Frankie sit on his face with his abnormally large ass. He did not want to eat him out. But now that it was happening he didn't want it to end. It felt right to be dominated by the large farm boy and his twisted henchmen. He began licking up Frankie's long deep ass crack getting another moan of ecstasy from Frankie.

Next Troy allowed his tongue to slip deep inside Frankie. This caused an unexpected reaction in The large teen that no one expected. FFFFFFRRRRRRRRR was the sound that came from deep inside Frankie's bowels as Troys tongue pushed in a sudden rush of air. Frankie's fart was loud long and pungent. Troy gagged on the unexpected turn of events but Frankie just let out a breathy, "Oh, God yeah. That's what you get, Banks. Take your punishment."

Skunk & Reggie laughed out loud as Troy gagged on Frankie's fart. But Frankie continued to grind his ass into Troy's face. Troy recovered and continued to eat out Frankie's fragrant hole. The ass eating continued for another ten minutes or so until Frankie decided Troy had earned his forgiveness and stood up.

Troy found that when he did he was disappointed. He actually missed Frankie's ass and wanted it back on his face. It felt like something was missing now that it was gone. Troy was shocked by this sense of lose. Then he heard Reggie say, "Look at the front of his pants, Frankie." Standing over Troy Frankie looked down at his classmates package. It was bulging and the front of his slacks were wet from cum.

Laughing Frankie said, "I guess you enjoyed my lard ass. Pervert."

As Skunk and Reggie let him go Troy reached down and covered his cum dampened crotch. He hasn't even realized he had cum, he had been so wrapped up in eating out Frankie.

Frankie was wiggling his large rump back into his underwear and slacks saying, "Now this stays between us. I better not hear you told anyone about this or we will be back and it will be worse! Do you understand me, Banks?"

Troy was now on his knees looking up submissively at Frankie. "Yes, Frankie I promise."

Without another word Frankie and his buddies just laughed as the left the restroom leaving Troy very confused. He couldn't help wonder what had just happened. Obviously the rumors were true. And based on what Frankie said to George it was also obvious that the staff, at least one of them, had been one of Frankie's victims as well. But more than all of that Troy was shocked by the way he felt by the encounter. Going in he dreaded it but now that it was over he missed it. The domination. The forced ass eating. It felt right. He could have lived without Frankie farting in his face but even that humiliation aroused him as it put him in his place.

Troy crawled to the sink and attempted to wash the taste of Frankie's fart from his mouth as he wondered if Frankie's other victims felt this way after their encounter with with. He continued to pull himself back together he had to hurry or he would miss the bus home.

That night as Troy drifted off to sleep he couldn't help but think that he was glad he had answered Mr. Williams question that day in Algebra or he may never have had the pleasure of being Frankie's "victim". And as he slowly faded into a state of sleep he relived the encounter in his dreams.

The End