This choice: Have Hank rub Puncher all over his body getting his scent on Puncher! • Go Back...Chapter #5Have Hank rub Puncher all over his body getting... by: nobody495   The Pint Puncher squirms under Rhanier, trying to fight off the hyena.
"Hey, Hank! The brat's working up a storm under me!" the hyena chuckles out. Hank smirks.
"I'll bet he is. He can't fall in love with your stench," Hank says. Rhanier moves his foot back just enough for the boy to see Hank. His looks on in terror as the honey badger turns around and lifts his tail. "For being the squirt he is, I made sure to cook up an extra special smell for him!" Rhanier leaps away from the blast zone, the Pint Puncher tries to fly off, but he's too late. Hank unleashes a horrid, cheesy fart at the Puncher. Despite his attempts at trying to hold his breath, Hank's flatulence rushes into his nose. He breathed in Hank's hypnotic stench. Meanwhile, Rhanier chuckles as the boy gags on Hank's horrible fart, for only a second before he gets that familiar glazed look. Hank's grin widens upon noticing this.
"Kneel," Hank commands. The Pint Puncher gets up and gets onto his knees in front of Hank. He grabs the boy. "Act like a rag." The boy loses any bit of restraint his body exhibited.
"Hang on!" Rhanier says. He grabs the Pint Puncher's wrestling mask and peels it off, exposing his true face to the smelly duo.
"Good thinking. I don't want him to ever forget my smell." He shoves the boy's face into his armpit, rubbing and grinding him into his sweaty pit. "For as much as they say they despise my smell, everyone that sniffs me wants to come back. Ha!" He rubs the boy's face under his other armpit. He then grabs each end of the boy and rubs his entire body against the back of his neck. He then rubs him across his back, moving him downwards and downwards until he was grinding his butt into the boy's body, coating him in both sweat and gas. He makes sure to move the boy's face in between his cheeks, letting out another fart. "You all love my scent, don't ya?" He places the Pint Puncher between him and Rhanier, kneeling him down far enough so that his groin was level with the boy's head. He stands over one shoulder, then motions Rhanier over. "Don't be a stranger, Rhanier." Rhanier stands over the Puncher's other shoulder, lowering his G-string and exposing his dick.
"Hoo-wee!" Rhanier fans in front of his nose. "Thank's for the wrag, Hank! I need this!" The two lean their hip back, then thrust against each side of the boy's head, rubbing their dicks against the boy's hair. They grind their junks against him, each alternating between who rubs against the Pint Puncher's face, coating his face in gross groin sweat.
"This boy's not making things easier. Hey brat, get yourself some leverage," Hank commands. The Pint Puncher wraps his arms around each of his tormentors' legs, keeping him steady as they grind their musk into him. To make matter worse, the two were getting erect as they ground into him, both grinning even more wildly as they ran ideas through their heads.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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