Bad Ending 3:Team Jobber

It had been one week since your embarassing lockerroom incident.

Because you had been defeated and horribly stunk out by the femboys, you couldn't participate in your match with Sammy that day. Sammy won once again without lifting a finger, while you were disqualified and given a penalty for not showing up. You were unable to wrestle for a month, allowing anyone to potentially take your place for good.

Right now you were in the Sammy Fanclub's "Practice Room". One of the femboys had your head pushed against the floor, his cock pounding into your ass over and over. Another one was sitting near your face, practicing his farting as the other pounded you with his boner. "Haha! Take it! Take it loser! Grr..I-I'm so glad our club has a special practice dummy like you!"

PFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

His friend farted onto your face, the gross eggy smell never getting any better. Despite being used as a fuck toy and fart cushion by the femboys for a week now, you hadn't gotten used to the vile smells. If anything, they were getting even worse over time.. The femboy on your ass was plapping those cheeks at quick speeds, pushing and pushing to get himself off. "Ugh. When we get to do some demonstrations..This is how I'm gonna beat your ass jobber. I'm gonna pin you down, and pound you in front of all the other wrestlers~ Then I'm gonna m-make you suck my dick!"

No matter how wimpy, shy, or unskilled at wrestling the new Sammy Fanclub member's were. You couldn't do much to resist or fight back against them. Days of being used as a complete sub annihilated any bit of resisting or topping back from your head. You weren't a wrestler anymore. You were a glorified training dummy for anyone who wanted to try their hand at StinkStars now who happened to be a fan of Sammy.

SPLAT!

The femboy finished releasing in your ass, dismounting you roughly. "Better keep that ass empty for me. You'll need some room to take my cock later~ Wimp!" His friend moved to sit on your face, pinning you between two dark thick cheeks.

"Now it's my turn....! Hnnngh..."

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

Your face was assaulted by a few farts from his friend, each one stinging worse than the one before it. Your body didn't even try to resist or break free, instead taking it like a good little wimpy fart cushion would. The femboy rubbed his butt in on your face, then dismounted and left you on the floor. "Keep that face fresh for me. I'm gonna be back for more later~" He aimed his butt at you, and released one more insulting fart into the air in your direction.

BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

This was your daily routine now in the StinkStars league. Being used as a object for Sammy's femboys to practice all their stinky disgusting moves. Today a new club member was joining, one that was very shy and wimpy. For all you knew, this may have been the one chance for you to show you still had a spine and wouldn't just submissively take anyone's farts. Such a pathetic fate for a new wrestler, to get crushed easily early on and reduced to a training dummy..

Thirty Minutes Later...

You and the New Sammy Club member stood across from each other on a practice wrestling mat. Somehow, he looked more pathetic than you. He was twitching nervously, fiddling with his hands awkwardly and almost looked afraid of you. This had to be a chance for you to win for once.

"H-Hi...I-I'm really new to this!" The femboy blurted out. His wrestling outfit didn't show off much either, resembling a Judo Gi. However, his butt was certainly big enough to stick out. It was a weird choice for a wrestler outfit.

The "Referee" would step in between you two, blowing a whistle for both of you to begin wrestling. Your opponent looked very easy to defeat, but your body and mind were conditioned to be a pathetic little stink cushion for anyone you wrestled again. Just trying to attack him felt like lifting a boulder over your head.

The femboy hadn't made a move yet. He was twitching too nervously, afraid to even attack you. You both had a similar build and height, but neither wanted to make the first move! You attempted a tackle at the femboy, crouching and rushing at him to attempt a pin. However, when you started to grab him. The femboy started to reverse you, using your motion against you and making you fall onto the ground face first.

"Grr..D-don't underestimate me!" He turned you over, sitting on your chest and pressing his smelly nasty feet against your face. "Smell it! Gnh.." The femboy despite having power over you, still seemed rather wimpy. He rubbed his nasty feet onto your face, slapping your face playfully with them. Each smack warranted a laugh from the other femboys watching this.

Smack!

Smack!

Your face was slapped multiple times by the femboys feet, right before he moved his butt onto your face. "I-I've never gassed someone before...T-take this!" He closed his eyes, grunting as he began to rip a loud fart on your face.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

The outfit he was wearing did little to cover the smell. Your nose was immediately assaulted by foul femboy fart stench. "Oh y-yeah. You must be a real wimp to lose to me h-huh?" The femboy started to pull down his Judo Gi pants, revealing the sizable pair of cheeks he was working with. He smothered you underneath them, preforming an ass pin on your face.

PFFFFFFT!!

BFFFFFFFFT!!

"S-so T-trash...I w-win..! It looks like... But I'm not done with you yet!" The femboy rubbed his ass side to side on your face, letting you inhale more of his disgusting nasty gas.

BFT!

PFFFT!!

bFFT!!

Your cock had been trained to gross gas by now..Each fart was making you harder slowly, your dick rising in your wrestler sub outfit and pointing out as if it were a rod. The femboy on your face noticed this, blushing from your "excited" reaction.

"Ha...No wonder you aren't f-fighting back...You just wanted me to fart on you didn't you?" The femboy would smother you more, pulling down his underwear so the raw unwashed scent of his backside was the only thing you could breathe. "Are you gonna cum if I sit on it? In front of everybody?" The femboy got off from your face, sitting down on your boner bulge instead.

"It's so hard...What happens if I fart on it?" He was starting to get more confident, ripping a fart right on the tip of your boner.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

Your cock twitched aggressively, a release was building up between your legs. The femboy felt your dick smack against his ass, thumping and thumping to try to release. "Oh my...You're really gonna cum aren't you?" He looked at you, smugly starting to grind his ass cheeks on your dick. By now your dick was trained to pre cum very easily to any stink from your opponent's.. And the femboy gassing your cock was no exception to that rule.

With a light moan you began to release inside of your outfit, cumming to the ass job your opponent was giving you.

SPLAT!

SPLURT!

"You...You're actually c-cumming!?" The femboy blushed at your eager release, shaking his butt on your bulge more. The other club members cheered and clapped for him, satisfied with his performance in defeating you. "You're so trash at this...You better not cum next time I fart on you!" The femboy got up to declare his victory over you, but not before crouching and releasing one nasty loud fart on your face.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!

There were many more situations like this to come. The club had five new trainees coming in today. Sammy's popularity had boosted after your disqualification, inspiring many more femboys to enter his little fan club..

Game Over!