Gym Class Stinks
by Voidmasterdom

The school gym had that distinct, stale smell that came with years of boxed in students perspiring against the hardwood floor and the various mats and seats that littered it, a smell of old socks and warm armpits that seemed to combine with the smell of paint and varnish to create a smorgasbord of various contradictory scents. The white walls stretched out high into the pastel wooden ceiling, where various ropes descended around the edge of the gym, knotted over various benches and climbing frames.

'Okay, settle down now', Ms Coleman yelled, after blowing her shrill, ear piercing whistle. 'This semester, we are going to be practicing various grapples and submissions with our partners. It's going to be all about form and technique, and we will be teaching you basic moves. Now, if you've never done any of these pins or submissions before, don't worry, I've put various demonstrations of basic manoeuvres on the overhead screen. The few of you who do know various moves, I expect you to be able to teach your partner these without me having to assist.'

I try and hold back my smile at this. Ms Coleman knows I am well versed in wrestling and various martial arts. I'll just be able to use this semester to practice and hone my moves on whatever poor sob gets to be my partner. Most people know this, through, so I'm going to find it difficult finding somebody willing to be what is essentially my practice dummy for 6 months. I feel a coursing excitement flow through my veins as I fiddle with my ponytail.

'Now, since last year we had a whole bunch of issues with people messing around with their friends, I am going to be picking your partners for you. Now, whilst we will be putting your with a partner of the same sex, there is unfortunately an imbalance, so one of the girls is going to have to partner up with a boy.' Ms Coleman said, as gasps rose around the student body.

I smirked and looked out towards the group. Most people looked uneasily at the teacher, or at the ground, fidgeting nervously with their wrestling outfit. Some of the guys looked excited at this prospect, but it was clear from the various expressions around the room that most of the girls were nervous about the prospect of teaming up with a guy. I wasn't particularly worried, I'm pretty sure I could beat 95% of these guys with ease. In fact, practicing with a guy would be quite fun, I didn't get a chance to do it often in my classes. At that point the idea was too strongly etched into my mind, and I really wanted to go through with it, so I raised my hand and looked towards the teacher.

'Yes, Anna?'

I clear my throat, 'I'll volunteer to team up with one of the guy's, if nobody else wants to.'

Ms Coleman smiled at me, 'That's really good of you, Anna. It's not a bad idea, actually, because I know you know about all of this stuff. Anyway, Harriot, I'm putting you with Gloria-'

And with that Ms Coleman began to partner the girls up with an uneasy swiftness. I smiled at the guys, most of whom couldn't meet my eye, and as the teacher partnered them up one by one I saw their relieved faces as they walked out towards the mats. After the last group was partnered off, I saw who I had for a partner.

He was a little taller than me, quite scrawny, and had a swollen, unfortunate face. He looked at me for a second before his eyes averted back to the ground. It was Davis Miller. Davis was the kind of guy who always got picked last in class, who spent recess alone slowly eating his sandwich. He was the kind of guy who was perfect if you wanted a living training dummy you didn't have to respect the boundaries of when putting through embarrassing submissions, which was great as I wanted to take this as far as I could without worrying about my victim's feelings. With Davis, I just didn't care if I made him extremely uncomfortable.

'So I guess that means that you're with Anna, Davis. Anna, I know you're well trained already, so show Davis some of your moves, whilst taking into account that he's a beginner. We wouldn't want you to hurt him too bad', Ms Coleman chuckled whilst giving me a knowing smile. I saw Davis wince slightly. Then, addressing the whole room, she shouted over the buzz of the students, 'Right, practice some of the moves on the board, and be careful. I will be back at the end of the lesson and I expect you to be able to show me at least one. Good luck.'

And with that she left us to it. I wiped my smile, stomped up to Davis, and grabbed his arm, 'Come on, I've got some moves I'd like to practice on you. We have some time so I'll fit in a lot of different styles, just don't expect me to go easy on your just because you're untrained, okay?'

He mumbled a meek, 'okay', as I dragged him towards one corner of the room. I made him set up the mat as I stretched my various limbs. When he was done, I pulled him onto the mat and positioned him at one end.

'Now', I said, 'I'm going to be doing submissions. You can try to get out as much as you want, just don't expect me to let you tap out. I want to practice without having to interrupt myself every time you feel a little ache. Do we have an understanding?'

He mumbled a vague confirmation as I walked onto the mat myself. He looked terribly nervous, his face red as it faced the floor. It was easy to knock him over, I simply used his weight to spin him around onto the mat, and quickly wrapped my legs around his chest and squeezed. His eyes popped out as he tried to push me away, but I ignored his feeble struggles, and kept going despite the fact I clearly felt his hands tapping my side. 'Please', he choked, and finally, I let him go, only to quickly place his head underneath my arm, mounting him, and pushing my legs underneath his own. There was a few chuckles around the room as I kept him there for a while. He tried to move his face, trapped next to my sweaty armpits. Obviously, he didn't feel comfortable there, and struggled to move his face, yet I kept him right where he was until I grew bored of feeling his taps brush against my arms.

The next few moves progressed. I was finding it quite relaxing, submitting this guy, because of both the ease of it and the mischievous fun I was having watching his face turn red, his physical protests not budging me an inch off of him. Most of the time I didn't even have to put much effort into it, as I was able to easily pin him down without using up much of my strength. Often the other students looked over and laughed, or talked amongst themselves about Davis's red, tight face, trapped between my arm or legs.

It was as I was doing these moves that I begun to feel a brewing in my belly. At first it was a vague, flash vibration, but soon I felt my intestines expand to make room the gas that filled me. I had eaten a large dinner, beans, eggs, and pork, and I had also quenched my thirst with a thick protein shake before gym class. Obviously, now that I was thinking about it, this combination would give me pretty bad gas, and as I was pinning him down with my legs coiling around his chest, I applied more pressure and felt the gas build.

At first, I was going to hold the fart in, but after asking myself the pertinent question, 'why?', and finding no answer, I realized that it would just be a lot easier if I just let it go whilst I was submitting him to a particularly tight leg to chest lock.

He felt my minx like giggle echo throughout the end of the hall as a silent, airy fart whispered out of my anus. I felt it flutter from out of my bowels, heating the air around my butt with it's harsh, potent vapor. His face suddenly twisted into some disgusted, sickened grimace as he tried to pull away. I pulled him closer with ease, strengthening the lock. His body shifted through the thickness of my cheesy fart cloud as I pulled his face next to mine, just so I could watch his full reaction to the smell.

'That stinks. Did you fart?' He mumbles, his writhing, struggling body entrapped within a wall of my flesh.

'Yes, and I think I have another coming.' I grinned as the colour drained from him. He tried to jolt backwards, but I maintained my grip and squeezed me legs together around his bony waist.

'Anna', he said in a low voice, 'please don't. I have a sensitive nose and that really stinks. You're really hurting me. I just want a break, please, you can fart then. I'm not feeling too great, and you've already proven you can won, just let me go and you can practice with me after.'

Smiling, my face shook a little as I squeezed. Without saying anything, I pushed out an audible anal blast, closing my eyes and sighing as the toot left my lower intestine and oozed into the air I was forcing Davis to share with me. He wiggled, trying to pull away, his eyes expanding as they began to moisten. As his hands were locked in my own, he couldn't hold his nose, and so the disconcerting scent of heated rotten cheese infused into his breathing space without him being able to combat it. I smelled it, and squeezed my eyes and curled my lips to show that it stunk.

'Anna, that's gross, let me go'. He moaned as I shifted him downwards into a laying position, and pulled my legs over his chest to lock him down there, much closer to my ass, as I sat it close to his shoulder. The fart must've still be lingering around my ass, because he tried to turn around, but failed to do so as I held him there with ease.

'Stop whining, wuss.' I said, pressing him down. I was having a lot of fun with him, shifting my legs atop of him whilst still keeping him locked down onto the mat, showing him that I could mess around and still keep him where I wanted him to be.

'I can't breath' he said in a raspy voice. I rolled my eyes at him and squeezed, as I was doing so his throat began to make gasping, heavy noises, which only grew as I continued my hard vice.

'If you can't breath, I'll have to give you some air myself, if you get want I mean', I said, laughing, my belly bumbling above him. He heard it and tried to say something, but I had locked him in a suffocating grip and was only making it tighter.

Suddenly, I loosened my grip on him, and as he breathed in large gulps of air I let out a lengthy, rippling fart, which vibrated against the floor as it was heavily inhaled by my unwilling punchbag. Despite the stink, he heaved in the eggy fart. The smell of my thick, potent gas expanded in the air, flooding his nostrils as he tried to combat the heaving. He failed, and began to cough as more of my fart was sucked into his nose and mouth.

'Enjoying yourself?' I tease as I watch his reddened face stare hazily at the floor, still entrapped within my grip. 'Now, shall we try some more difficult moves? Perhaps a good reverse headscissor?

He looked pleadingly at me, 'No, something else, please, I need a rest. It stinks down here, just let me get some fresh air first.' He coughed again and rested his red face across the map, limp in my hold, his limbs unmoving as I shuffled around.

'Break? This is my practice session. I'm not giving you any breaks. Right, as I said, I'm going to get you into a reverse head scissor. If I were you, I'd try to get escape the submission as soon as you can because I have bad gas and you're not gonna' want to be in a reverse headscissor when I fart', I giggled, 'and if you can't escape? I dunno, pray maybe?'

Despite his protests and meagre struggles, I whipped my legs across his neck, feeling the weight of them hold up his face, and climbed over him, so my butt was really close to his face, my legs resting on the floor, and his head was trapped in place, all of his struggles unable to shift it away from my ass. I could hold this move for a while, and I can't see him being able to even come close to getting out. Well, it's his fault for being such a weak loser. I have no pity for a boy like him.

After a while I felt the familiar groaning in my belly. Turning to face him, I saw his tearful eyes beg me. I simply giggled, knowing what was coming, knowing that there was nothing holding me from making him endure my brewing farts.

'Hey, if you're gonna' escape, I'd do it now, because I'm about to fart'. As I said this he began to mumble something, but my hold was too tight and I couldn't make out the words. I pushed more of my weight onto him and rested my hips in such a way as to help ease the upcoming fart out of my asshole.

Suddenly, a low, brassy bubbling noise rippled from my ass, and as the fart continued I felt him cry out as his body became rigid. As it ended the air around us became tainted with a strong scent of foul, rotten meat, centered around my butt which was a mere inch away from his tear lathered face. He was trying to rock himself out but it was no use, he simply had to stay there inhaling the nasty fart. I was glad I was not as close to my butt as he unfortunately was, and so I sighed and forced him to remain there in that fetid cloud of meaty fart.

'Oh my god', I utter, 'that stinks. I told you to escape, moron, now you have to smell that for a very long time. Seriously, if you're not going to get out of my holds, you're going to have to get used to enduring that smell. I'm really not bothered about holding them back, and if you're really this weak, you're gonna' have a bad time in this class.

I heard his muffled groaning, hearing within his croaking protests a vague 'please', which I of course ignored as I hummed a tune and sniffed the nasty, gym air. God, if it was this bad up here, I wonder how bad it is where Davis was forced to lay.

The next fart was almost instantaneous. There was only a brief three second warning as my anus expanded and, aided by my active pushing, exploded loudly in a loud blast of anal wind I felt conform to Davis's face. It was so loud, in fact, that Davis's cries were quickly drowned out in the laughter of the whole class, who quickly realized I had farted in Davis's face. I smiled and posed, Davis's face trapped behind in that steaming fart stench. He coughed and spluttered, which only added to the amusement of the rest of the hallway. I saw Harriot, who had trapped Gloria beneath a waist hold, chuckling incessantly. She would make sure that Davis would never forget this humiliation. Maybe I should teach her a few moves next week, let her and her friends use Davis as their personal training dummy like I am.

After a while, I grew bored of Davis's feeble attempts at tapping out, and so curled my legs upwards, ensuring his nose brushed the fabric of my school Lycra which tightly coated my ass. He made a sound like a dying frog, and kept him there as Ms Coleman approached.

'Hey, nice grip, Anna. Davis, you're not really fighting against it. If you can't escape, you'll have to stay down there.'

I let out a small toot. Davis tried to pull his face away as he convulsed, but I easily trapped him as the smell went directly up his nostrils.

Ms Coleman laughed, 'Well, you shouldn't hold it in Anna, it's good you're letting your body naturally release gas. If Davis doesn't want to be there, he's going to have to move. I'm not going to stop you from releasing that pent up gas, it's only healthy. Anyway, I'm afraid lesson time is over, but I'll see you both tomorrow, okay?'

As she broke up the rest of the class I let Davis free of his hold. He lay coughing on the floor. I grabbed his hair and lifted him up so he met my nonchalant, gazing stare, his tear ridden face shaking as he tried to look away.

'Today was only practice. Tomorrow, the real fun starts. It's curry day, so you better learn some escape moves fast or you'll going to really suffer.'

I let his head fall against the floor and rushed to join the others, who all laughed as we instantly began to discuss Davis's degradation.