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Frankie The Face Sitter Part 2 - Fatal Fox’s Fatal Error

 It started out like any other Friday night for Casey. It was Autumn, which meant football. He was suited up for the game like every Friday night. Not as a player but as the mascot for St. Martin’s School For Boys, Fatal Fox.

He loved being a mascot. At eighteen he was in his last year of high school and knew he didn’t have much time left so he was making the most of what he had left. He loved his costume. It was an orange fur with dark brown paws and ears. The chest and mouth areas were white. Though right now the chest was not visible as he was wearing a football jersey over the costume. 

The thing that made this Friday different from the rest was the encounter Casey had a few moments earlier at the concession stand with Frankie Sullivan a.k.a. Frankie The Face Sitter. Frankie had been hanging out with his two “henchmen” Reggie & Skunk, whose real name was Roger. Frankie had given him the nickname Skunk due to his foul smelling feet. 

The three young men had been near the concession stand when Casey in full Fatal Fox costume came walking by. A crowd of girls started cheering for him so he broke into his routine dancing around. He accidentally bumped into Frankie who was drinking a cherry slush. When Casey bumped Frankie the cup slipped from his hand and spilled all over his clean white T-shirt.

Frankie let out a guttural growl then belted out, “WHAT THE FUCK!!!???”

Casey knew Frankie’s reputation and wasn’t about to wait around for what was to come. Instead he took off for the stands at the speed of light. And that’s where he was now hiding under the bleachers hoping Frankie would get bored or pissed at someone else and forget about him. 

Though he didn’t know if the rumors about Frankie were true or not he had heard on more that one occasion how he got the name Frankie The Face Sitter. The rumor was that to punish his victims he lowered his pants and sat in his enemies faces forcing them to rim him. He had heard that Frankie had even done this to a few teachers and a young priest. 

Frankie easily had one of the biggest asses Casey had ever seen. While his waste was a lean 32” his ass was easily 44”, full and round with plenty of jiggle and bounce. And he did not want it wrapped around his face.

Even if the rumors weren’t true Frankie was still an imposing figure at 6’’8”. In addition to that he was a farm boy working his family farm each day which resulted in a well muscled physique. 

Casey was still hiding under the bleachers peeking out into the crowd from behind Fatal Fox’s eyes. He was so intent on the crowd he didn’t hear Frankie, Skunk & Reggie come up behind him until it was too late.

“Look what we have here boys.”, snarled Frankie. 

Casey jumped and spun around to face his tormentors. He put his costumed hands up in the air and began shaking his costumed head from side to side. “Frankie, I am sooo sorry. It was an accident. I promise I’ll buy you a new t-shirt. In fact I’ll buy you a new six pack of t-shirts. I’ll pay you back.”

“You callin’ me poor? I can buy my own T-shirt!”, accused Frankie.

“Of c-c-course you can.”, stammered Casey. “ I didn’t mean to imply you couldn’t. I just meant that it was my fault so I’d pay for a new one.”

“Oh you’re gonna pay.” sneered Frankie. “But not with cash.” Then he Reggie & Skunk all laughed an evil laugh as the moved closer to Casey.

“Grab him and get him on the ground guys.”, ordered Frankie to his two cohorts. 

Casey tried to run but Reggie & Skunk were too fast. They each grabbed an arm and pulled him further under the bleachers and into to shadows. Casey struggled and tried to fight them off but they were too strong. There were crowds of people sitting in the bleachers right above him. He could have called out for help and had considered it for a moment but then he stopped himself. The whole situation was beyond humiliating but it would be even worse for him if the entire school knew of his situation. The humiliation would be unbearable. With that in mind he did not scream but instead tried to reason with Frankie, which was not easy with his Fatal Fox head on. 

Skunk & Reggie wrestled Casey to the dirty ground as Frankie stood there watching and savoring every moment as he laughed at the sight before him. 

Once Skunk & Reggie had Casey pinned to the ground Frankie moved closer. He began to undo his belt. Casey watched in abject horror as he watched through the mesh eye openings of Fatal Fox. It was at that moment he knew all of the rumors were true.

Frankie turned around so that his rhino rump was facing Casey. He undid the button then the zipper on his jeans. He then wiggled his rotund rump as he worked his jeans down. For a moment Casey was struck dumb with silence as he took in the sight of Frankie in his tighty whities.

They hugged his over sized cheeks obscenely as the bottom part of his ass poured from the leg holes. Casey couldn’t believe how much bigger his ass looked in the thin cotton briefs than in jeans or his school uniform pants. It was as if the pants almost hid some of the size. 

Then Frankie bent forward at the waist and pulled the jeans down to his ankles then off over his shoes. His thighs were thick and solid like redwoods. His hamstrings bulged. He then tossed the jeans into a small patch of grass and once more aimed his colossal booty at Casey. He then looked back over his shoulder with his legs spread wide and grabbed a handful of his big round doughy ass. “Get a good look loser. This is all gonna be wrapped around your face.”

Skunk & Reggie laughed as Casey found his voice. “Please no. You don’t have to do this Frankie. I’m sorry.”

Once more Frankie bent over at the waist looping his thumbs through the waistband of his thin white briefs and wiggling his ginormous rump free off them. The briefs fell to the dirty ground and he kicked them off to the side where his jeans were. 

Once again Casey marveled how his cheeks looked even bigger now that they were bare. They were hairless and creamy white. They were so large they actually dimpled in several places. Even the slightest movement caused them to jiggle and ripple.

“Get over here and help me guys.”, ordered Frankie to his two buddies. Then he pointed a finger at Casey saying, “Don’t you dare run if you know what’s good for you.”

In truth there was no worry about Casey running. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else knowing what he was being subjected to. The humiliation was just to great so he obediently laid still on the ground. He’d much rather deal with the humiliation in private. 

Once more Frankie bent at the waist. This time he grabbed his ankles as he he said, “Okay boys spread ‘em.”

At that Reggie & Skunk each grabbed one of Frankie’s full fat cheeks and actually pried them apart. Frankie’s tiny pink puckered hole winked at Casey. Casey couldn’t help but notice how tiny his anus was compared to how plump his cheeks were. Was that an illusion due to the size of his cheeks or reality? Either way it didn’t matter he knew what was next and he was dreading it. 

“Get a good look at my tight pink hole, fucker, cause it’s gonna be all over your face soon.”, snarled Frankie.

Casey just whimpered a soft, “No. Please.”

“Okay boys hold him in place.”, ordered Frankie to his two cohorts. 

They each let go out the cheek they were holding and the monster slabs of ass fat seemed to snap back into place as if on a spring. They slapped together making a clapping sound and jiggled lewdly. 

As Skunk & Reggie once again took their place holding Casey down Frankie backed up. He was hovering over Casey. Through the eye holes in his mascot head he could see Frankie’s mammoth cheeks part. His tiny pink hole was coming closer. “No.”, pleaded Casey softly. But it was too late as Frankie’s cheeks were already enveloping the mascot head.

Casey could hear Fatal Fox’s cardboard head crushing around his own. Frankie was now sitting with full force on the mascot head/Casey’s face. His cheeks were so big the head wasn’t even visible any longer. He began bouncing up and down. Each time he went down his plump cheeks made contact with the dirty ground. 

Casey thrashed about as Frankie, Reggie & Skunk laughed. Frankie kept bounce which of course caused his ridiculously large cheeks to jiggle and bounce but his fat cock and huge low hanging balls also bounced around with abandon.

Once Frankie decided he’d had enough he attempted to stand up but was pulled back down. The mascot head was wedged between his mounds of ass fat. 

“Guys give me a shove.”, he instructed. Skunk and Reggie obeyed but all the bouncing had really wedged the head in deep.

“Come on guys. Slap my cheeks like you would slap the bottom of a bottle of ketchup to get it to come out.”, said Frankie.

At that Reggie & Skunk began slapping their leaders plump bubble butt over and over harder and faster. Frankie finally fell forward landing on all fours, thick thighs spread wide in a unintentionally lewd fashion on top of Casey as the mascot head came loose. In essence Skunk & Reggie had spanked Frankie free. 

Frankie got to his feet. He looked down at Casey. The Fatal Fox head was destroyed. It was smashed all around Casey’s head. “Get that head off him”, Frankie ordered.

Skunk & Reggie pulled the smashed head away from Casey’s own head and tossed it to the side. Then Frankie swaggered over to the crushed mascot head. His overinflated cheeks jiggling with each step and his pendulous balls swinging between his thick thighs. He squated over the crushed head lowering himself slowly until his full weight was on it. The sound of it crushing further was loud and Casey feared someone would hear it. No one could know about this. No one!

With an evil grin Frankie looked at Casey and said, “That’s what’s gonna happen to your face.”

Casey lay there looking up in horror and disbelief. “ No, Frankie, you got your revenge. Just let me go now?”

Frankie just laughed. “Oh we ain’t done. We’re just getting started. We punished Fatal Fox and now it’s time to punish you, Casey.”

Casey’s eyes opened wide. “No. Please. I won’t be able to breathe. Your ass is so big.”

He squirmed but Skunk & Reggie held him in place as Frankie made his way over to him, his fat cock swinging hypnotically. Frankie turned his whale like ass toward Casey once more and lowered himself again saying, “Too bad.”

It was like a total eclipse as Casey watched the two meat globes part and come at him fast. Frankie’s little pink button winked at him and settled right on his mouth. Casey held his lips tight but he couldn’t do it long. He would need air.

Once more Frankie began to bounce up and down, this time directly on Casey’s face. Casey whined and squirmed but he was powerless to stop it. 

Frankie’s fat cock and hug balls slapped on Casey’s neck as his gargantuan cheeks jiggles and slapped off the ground. Casey had to get some air. He opened his mouth and got a taste of Frankie’s anus. It wasn’t exactly foul. More of a man musk. But he still didn’t care for it. 

Casey opened his mouth to the beg Frankie to stop when he was mid bounce. As he came back down Casey’s tongue slide up Frankie’s tight balloon knot with an odd amount of ease. As the wet tongue slipped in Frankie let out a cry of pure ecstasy. Now he stopped bouncing and instead began grinding his ample cheeks into Casey’s face. They were fully resting on the ground as he moan, “Yeah eat it fag. Tongue fuck my shit hole you dirty loser. Eat me out, fucker.”

Casey’s entire head disappeared under Frankie’s oversized ass pillows. Not even the top of his head was visible. Skunk slapped Reggie in the stomach with great excitement saying, “Look. Look. It’s looks like he ain’t got no head.”

Casey’s hearing was somewhat muffled with 50 lbs of ass covering his ears but he could faintly hear Skunk’s comment and felt completely embarrassed thinking how foolish he must look with his classmates ridiculously large ass covering his entire face and head. 

Reggie and Skunk were roaring with laughter.

Casey could feel Frankie’s huge cakes jiggling all over his face. The humiliation and embarrassment was just too much. Casey could feel his face flush red under Frankie’s hefty cheeks. But Frankie’s cheeks covered Casey’s entire face and head so the blush was not visible to anyone. 

Then Skunk noticed that Frankie was starting to chub up. He pointed to Frankie’s penis and said, “The fag is gettin’ Frankie hard.” Reggie just stared slack jawed and stupid at the sight. 

But this was enough to make Frankie stop and jump up. His big semi erect cock bobbed up and down. “Yeah well it ain’t my fault the fag started eatin’ me out. Probably enjoyed it by the way he was goin’ at it.” Then to Casey, “ Now say you’re sorry for gettin’ my dick hard, faggot.”

As Casey lay there looking up at his tormentors he wanted to protest but knew it would only make things worse so instead he complied. “Sorry for getting your dick hard, Frankie. It was all my fault.”

“Yeah that’s right.”, said Frankie. But I got one more lesson to teach you, faggot.” Then he looked at his buddies and said “We’re gonna do to him what we did to Father Ricardo when he made us stay for detention last time.”

This brought a round of laughter from Skunk & Reggie.

Before Casey could protest Frankie was facing him straddling his face. His large low hanging balls were swinging free. “Open your mouth!”

“Please Frankie don’t.”, pleaded Casey softly so as not to attract attention to the crowd around them.

“Open up I said! I’m gonna teabag you.”

Knowing he was beat Casey sheepishly opened his mouth for the next round of degradation. Frankie let his massive lemon sized nuts dangle over his victims mouth but they were so large they wouldn’t fit in Casey’s mouth. 

Frankie looked at Skunk & Reggie and said, “Each of you grab a corner of his mouth and pry it open. My nuts are going on this losers mouth.”

Before he knew what was happening Skunk and Reggie had their fingers in his mouth pulling on either side. Skunk’s fingers tasted like an odd combination of funnel cake and dirt. Casey moaned at the violation as Frankie started to force his nuts inside his mouth.

Frankie laughed, “ Suck my hairy nut sack faggot.”

While Frankie’s nuts did have hair on them there wasn’t much. It was a light dusting of blonde hair and not very coarse. They were slightly salty and just bit tangy with sweat. 

“Suck.”, ordered Frankie. “And work that tongue over them too, loser.”

Having no other choice Casey obeyed. His mouth was overflowing with his classmates nuts. His cheeks bulged making his look like a perverted squirrel hiding nuts for the winter. He was panting and drooling profusely. 

Frankie’s fat schlong rested on Casey’s face. From his peripheral vision Casey could see it laying on his cheek. As he began sucking and licking Frankie’s swollen sack he watched in horror as it started to grow in both thickness and length. He couldn’t believe Frankie was aroused by this. He was fearful that he would make his tormentor cum. He didn’t want to bring him pleasure and he certainly didn’t want Frankie cumming on his face. But still he knew if he stopped sucking Frankie’s balls he’d be in more trouble so he kept going.

Frankie moaned with unexpected perverted pleasure as his cock grew. Casey watched as it made its way up his cheek, across the bridge of his nose, over his eye and now rested on his forehead. If it were possible to die from embarrassment he was sure he would. 

Frankie’s long fat semi erect cock bounced on Casey’s face leaving a trail of precum on his forehead. Again Skunk noticed first blurting out, “He’s got your dick even harder and precumming too. 

Frankie became furious. He jumped up his feet, his huge nuts popping free from Casey’s warm wet mouth with an audible pop. “Fuck. It ain’t my fault. It’s this faggots fault. He’s enjoyin’ it too much and tryin’ to make me cum.” Then to Casey, “Ain’t ya?”

Knowing better than to argue once more Casey said, “Yes, Frankie. It’s all my fault. I’m sorry I made you precum.”

“That’s better.”, snarled Frankie. By this time Frankie had tired of tormenting Casey. “Come on guys I’m bored. Let’s get some pizza” he then turned to get dressed. His balls were glistening with Casey’s spit and his ass was covered in dirt from grinding it into the dirt but Frankie was oblivious. He just wiggled his fat ass slabs into his briefs and jeans. 

Before the three made their departure Frankie turned back to Casey, who was still laying on the ground. “You tell anyone about this and it will be way worse next time.” It wasn’t a question so he didn’t wait for an answer. Then all three were gone.

Casey lay there in the dirt, his own drool coating his face and dripping from his chin. He looked to the side and saw his mascot head destroyed. Then he looked down and saw that the rest of the costume was filthy. He’d never get it clean. He’d have to tell the school the costume was stolen. He had no other way to explain what had happened to it.

He snuck out from behind the bleachers and walked home in the shadows. One thing he was thankful for was that his Fatal Fox costume was so big. Big enough to hide his erection and subsequent ejaculation. He wasn’t sure what Frankie would have done if he knew he’d cum. This was something that he did not understand himself and would need to learn to understand. While he was not gay there was a part of him that longed to be dominated and humiliated. He hadn’t realized that until tonight. It could be by a woman or a man. It was about the dominance not the gender. But at this point Casey did not understand all that. All he knew was he had experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. Part of him hoped he never saw Frankie again while another part hoped Frankie was waiting for him in the bushes to humiliate him all over again.

When he was safely home, out of his costume and stripped completely naked Casey laid back in his bed and spent the next three hours pumping his own 6” cock at the memory of his degradation. After he had cum for the fifth time he rolled over and went to sleep completely confused by the whole experience. But also fully satisfied.

The End