"Big Daddy Dean"
(story submitted by “S.C.” - firstname.lastname@example.org)
Big Daddy Dean
As his face sunk even deeper into the massive, sweaty crack of Big Daddy Dean, Marcus begun to panic, he should never have taken that loan.
Two months ago, desperate for some quick cash to pay off gambling debts, Marcus, who was a tiny little man, had gone to a very disreputable money lender. Big Daddy Dean was known for lending money, but strangely, only to small, slight guys like himself. Marcus had recklessly decided not to investigate any further, and had signed the agreement with Big Daddy Dean without reading the small print.
He borrowed five thousand dollars, enough to cover his debts, with a spare thousand dollars to pay expenses. Marcus, a compulsive gambler still, hadn’t learned his lesson though, and he decided to try and win back the five thousand at the poker table. After a string of bad luck, he was cleaned out. He missed his first monthly payment to Big Daddy Dean. He didn’t even try to go and apologize, deciding instead to just try and hide from the massive, beefy loan shark.
A few days after missing the second monthly payment, Marcus found himself jumped on the streets at night, by a huge dark figure, which came out of nowhere. His assailant pressed a chemical-smelling rag to his face and in seconds Marcus blacked out.
When he awoke, Marcus found himself bound hand and foot, laid out on a long sofa. His arms were tied above him, to the bottom edge of the sofa, his feet secured over the back. He tried to move, but there was an additional belt around his waist. His face was positioned right in the centre of the cushion, which was shaped around his body; it must have been some kind of memory foam, as it held him tight. He could barely turn his head to look around.
He moaned loudly, still groggy from the knockout chemical on the rag. A large looming figure came into view, and he recognized the massive form of Big Daddy Dean looming over him. From down here, he became sharply aware of his massive he was. Dean stood 6’3” tall and must have weighed 300lbs. He was wearing just a pair of tight fitting briefs, and Marcus could see his husky gut-and-muscle frame. There was a odd musky smell in the air, which Marcus slowly realized was coming directly from Big Daddy Dean’s crotch and ass.
“You didn’t read your contract properly, little man.” Big Daddy Dean said with a smile, “Which means now you get to work off your loan in a different way.”
“I’m sorry, man!” Macus begged, “I’ll get you your money, I promise!”
“You missed two payments, boy. It’s too late to pay off this loan with money now.” Big Daddy was clearly very happy that Marcus hadn’t paid up, “You get to be my ass cushion now. Every hour you spend under my ass, will take your debt down by $100 dollars.”
Big Daddy Dean produced something from his pocket, Marcus couldn’t make out what it was, but he was leaning down towards his face.
“What you talking about, man! I don’t understa…” Marcus’ sentence was cut off, as he realized that the item Dean was holding was a leather and rubber gag. He pushed it into his mouth and passed his hands behind his head to secure it, briefly lifting his head out of the confining memory foam.
“I don’t like my sofa to speak. But I love the noises you can make through a gag like this.” He smiled widely again, “Feel free to moan and scream all you like.”
Big Daddy Dean turned around and Marcus got his first look at his massive, bubble butt. It was three times the size of his head and there was a line of sweat down the middle of nasty briefs. Marcus could see Dean’s erection as his ass descended onto his trapped face. He tried to turn his head, but the foam of the sofa kept him staring upwards. He was helpless to prevent his nose from sliding straight into his massive ass crack.
“By the way,” Daddy said as he sat down, “Been wearing this draws for 4 days now. Been sweating at the gym every day, and haven’t showered once. I’m sure you’ll be able to cope though.”
Marcus screamed in fear, as he realized what he was in for, but he could barely make any noise through his gag.
As his world turned black, Marcus was overwhelmed by the smell of Big Daddy Dean’s draws. Sweaty, musky and unwashed, Dean himself was dripping with sweat as well. Marcus was forced to inhale this nasty mixture of odors through his nose. Each breath filled his lungs with nasty, butt-filtered air. Marcus noted the foam of the sofa provided Big Daddy with just enough support that he wasn’t completely smothered, but ensured that every breath was inhaled directly through the foul briefs and sweaty butt of his captor.
“One more thing, little man…” Marcus could just about hear Dean speaking to him from above, “I have a strict diet. You have to have to stay this big and beefy. Lots of meat, cheese, beans and veg. It can cause some nasty side effects though. Just thought I’d warn you. Ooooh, think you’re going to find out right now.”
Big Daddy leaned his big ass slightly to the right, creating a slightly larger pocket of air for Marcus between his cheeks. Marcus didn’t quite understand what he meant; he was too panicked to think clearly. Suddenly there was a low rasping noise from the asshole right in front of his nose, and a smelly gust of foul and nasty wind washed over his face. It forced itself into his nostrils, burnt his eyes and made them water. It was beyond nasty, he gagged on the smell. But more than that, it was humiliating and degrading.
“How does that smell, little man.” Laughed his massive captor, “Your $5000 loan has earned you 50 hours under my butt. You better get ready to take a lot more gas.”
He heard the TV go on above him, as Dean settled down for a long lazy day. It was then that he realized why Big Daddy had given him the loan. He knew full well he would never pay up. This was what he had wanted all along. He started to sob to himself, as he realized his fate. His tears were interrupted by another nasty gas attack, which set him wriggling and moaning again.
Big Daddy Dean just smiled, enjoying the sensations in his ass. He flicked the TV over to a movie and took a swig from his beer. He gently stroked his massive erection in his draws, and it was clear that he intended to show no mercy to this gambler for the next 50 hours…