Thomas as a Midara Wrestling League Star!

"Should we keep going? His cock's still begging for it~"

"I dunno, I want him to remember this, dream about it. Make him wish he'd let us dominate him from the start."

"Yeah... oh, maybe we can keep talking to him as we Dom him."

"You think so? Fine.... Hey, Thomas, you liking this? Having my ass and her gum rewarding you for being a kinky, submissive boy? If you can hear me, give my ass a kiss." The ASSassin requested of him while the Bubble Punk gently smooched his cock to warm him back up.

Thomas managed to pucker his lips and submissively kissed the ASSassin's great booty. His cock spasmed with each kiss the punk gave it and in no time at all was back to a full erection.

"Ooh, he can hear me~ We've got you all to ourselves, Thomas. And, all we want you to do is enjoy every last second of this~" The ASSassin purred as she rolled and gyrated her booty on his face, drowning him with her rear as if it was a tsunami.

The Punk soft, painted lips smooched him to hardness, and then she started blowing another bubble and pressing it gently to his manhood. "This is gonna feel real good~"

Thomas moaned as the ASSassin grinded her amazing rear all over his face. Like a good seat, he did his best to kiss her big booty in worship. His moans grew louder when he felt the punk press her bubble to his dick and he gave his hips a big thrust.

"Bet you wish you didn't turn this down last time, huh?" The ASSassin taunted, settling into a groove of rubbing and bouncing and grinding her endless cheek all over Thomas's face. She was in such a good mood that she didn't even pass any more gas, confident that the indulgent softness of her rear would satisfy him.

The Bubble Punk kept pressing and rubbing her smooth bubble against his shaft, a smirk across her pink lips as she buffeted his cock with the sweet touch of her bubble.

The man's body shivered and trembled from their combined assault. With his face being bullied by the ASSassin's incredible ass and his dick being rubbed by the punk's oddly pleasing gum, it was taking all of his rapidly crumbling will to not immediately blow another load for the pair.

Unfortunately for Thomas, they absolutely wanted him to blow another load. They wanted to know for certain that they brought him more pleasure than he could've thought possible. The ASSassin rocked her ass from side to side in his face, making sure Thomas would be intimately familiar with her cheeks. The Punk kept rubbing and blowing her bubble against his cock until she let it pop. Then, she blew another and started again, showing him no mercy.

As if on cue, the moment Thomas felt the punk's bubble pop against his dick, he came. His manhood erupted like a fountain and fired off a big load for the pair of women bullying him.

"Fuuuck, that was a big one. What's the matter? Getting your mind messed up by my fat ass?" The ASSassin teased Thomas as her facesitting continued, a never-ending assault on his senses with the intent to bury his thoughts in her booty.

"Starting to love my gum, pervert?" The Punk purred before starting another bubblegum blowjob, neither of them having any intention of going easy until they knocked Thomas out.

Thomas moaned weakly, too overwhelmed by their bullying to really think. Their words bounced around in his head as the ASSassin's great ass squished any other thoughts he might of had.

"A big bubble butt... you loooove a big bubble butt, don't you? Love it enough to keep cumming until you can't anymore?" The ASSassin purred, really hoping to get her words stuck in Thomas's head as she was practically kneading them into his head with the constant, rhythmic grinding of her plump cheeks.

"A big bubble butt... and soft, sticky, sweet bubbles... what could be better?" The Punk added, pressing her bubble harder against Thomas's manhood until it popped, and then she gave the tip of his cock a smooch with her pink lips.

A big bubble butt... and soft sticky sweet bubbles... what could be better? He loved it enough to keep cumming until he couldn't anymore.

When he felt the bubble of gum pop against his dick his whole body shuddered. The follow up kiss pushed him over the edge and he climaxed for his mistresses. He gave his hips one last thrust before his body went limp and he struggled just to remain conscious.

"There... I think he's had enough. Alright, Thomas, take a deep breath, and enjoy the sweet dreams~" The ASSassin chuckled after watching how easily the Punk got him off with her mind-blowing oral play. She knew Thomas only had a bit left, and she wanted to throw him off that metaphorical edge. To that end, she shifted her cheeks against his face and let it rip. A powerful, direct fart straight to his senses that was certain to put his lights right out. And once his mind was crashed, it'd reboot once he woke up with plenty of happy memories.

Thomas' body spasmed a little as the fart was blasted directly into his nose and the worn down man was knocked out.

After rocking Thomas's world, the two unruly Midara saw themselves out, leaving Thomas in his bed to have a good rest. As good as he could have with the ASSassin's scent and the Punk's gum clinging to him, at least. Still, they were considerate enough to lock the door on the way out, so he'd be safe from any other naughty Midara.

As the man slept with his head filled with thoughts of the two women who just rocked his world, he began to dream. A humiliating dream where the punk had used her gum to glue his face to ASSassin's big ass and then he was paraded around the city like that.

That ASSassin proudly flaunted her newest ass-slave, able to shake and bounce and roll her hips in every which way, and thanks to the Punk's sticky, sweet gum, Thomas would always have a face full of those cheeks. Every moment of his submission was full of depraved pleasure, soft and sticky, stinky and sweet, and he would only be free of it once he woke bright and early in the morning.

When Thomas did finally awaken, it was with a groan. He slowly blinked his eyes open as it took him just a little too long to realize there currently wasn't an ASSassin's amazing ass currently shoved in his face. With another groan he forced himself to get up and stumbled over to the bathroom. As he attempted to wash the sticky sweet gum off of various parts of his body, Thomas tried to recall his plans for the day.

Luckily, those two kinky Midara didn't know what kind of perverse dream he just had. Because, there was likely a good chance they'd make it a reality given half a chance. And on the subject of reality, Thomas had just one plan for the day (that the DM remembers): his grudge match with Jasmine. The one that would condemn him as a foot fetishist or liberate him from the accusation entirely. And, hopefully get her lewd fans off his back.

Right, that match that Jasmine was setting up with some kind of storyline to spice things up.

Once Thomas cleaned off all the gum, he checked the time to see how long he had until the big showdown with Jasmine.

Due to the Punk and ASSassin knocking him out early, it was just 10 in the morning despite the severity of their service. And, Jasmine set the match up for noon. Two hours to prepare for her and her feet....

Well, that was time to at least get a decent meal and maybe warm himself up a bit before the match. Once he finished cleaning himself up, Thomas headed for the cafeteria.

Encounter (94) Crit Success

When Thomas reached the line in the cafeteria.... he noticed something... big... a big, bubble butt.... it was the ASSassin from last night, waiting in line with her back to Thomas, idly swaying her hips. She didn't notice him, but her ass slave couldn't NOT notice her.

Thomas bit his lip as he tried not to stare at his mistress' alluring ass. The idea to just leave entered his mind, but was dismissed by the sight of the ASSassin as quickly as it formed.

The man got in line and hoped he would be lucky enough for her not to notice him.

Asstastic (92) Crit Success

Luckily for Thomas, he was right behind the ASSassin in line, and her hips kept swinging and swaying back and forth the whole time she stood in line. As if daring anyone behind her to stare at her fat ass and skin-tight red pants for as long as they like. And right now, Thomas was that anyone.