My face is your seat❤️‍🔥

[hairysweatysmelly]

[whatshewontdo]

“You the neighbor’s son right? You’re standing real close. You uh… you like the way my pits smell? Look at you turning red. I knew it. That smell always brings out the little freaks. You got anything that can melt in those bags? Then come here follow me in to the stair well. Just come with me. C’mooon it’ll be real quick I just wanna show you something. No one will see it’s gonna be fast. I’m gonna jerk off in your mouth. You’ll swallow and go upstairs. Come let’s go. Stop pretending you don’t want to. You think my pits smell? Imagine my dick. 5 minutes I promise. You’re gonna love it.”

[briefsboy25]

[youngalphabullies]

Fucks your wife, fucks your wallet, then leaves. As it should be, cuck.

[nightmaremik3y]

He makes sure to leave your side of the bed wet and gooey. One time when you walked in on them he had your pillow under his superior ass as your wife bounced on his dick. When he left you saw it socked with fluids, cum and pure man sweat, your wife told you to stick your face in it then proceed to tell you he let loose a dozen farts on it. She then told you next time he was over your face was going to be replacing the pillows position for the evening.

[hookedonhuge]

A Scent of Belonging (part 1)

This is an original work by me (hookedonhuge)! Don’t be afraid to chuck me a message if you liked it or even put in some suggestions for other pieces to write. Hope you like it!

Content: male domination, face-sitting, farting

It had been a really tough day at work for Cam, and to top it off he once again had to make the two hour commute back to his apartment where no one was waiting for him. About halfway through his drive he realised he really had to go to the toilet, so he stopped at the first public toilet he came across. The public toilets didn’t look super appealing but he needed to pee too badly to care.

Once Cam walked in, the strong, musky public toilet smell hit him immediately. There was one guy there who had just gotten out of the toilet and had started washing his hands. The man had a muscular build but what was striking was his huge lower body. Big quads and glutes stretched the stranger’s lycra shorts so that it hugged his legs tightly. Despite the man being quite toned all over, the difference in size of the upper and lower body was so jarring that Cam couldn’t help but have a glance at the stranger’s ass to confirm that it was all real.

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[7kbuttcheeks2]

Fraternity Fartboy, Ch.3

Jacob's first day of his new job, the first day in hell

...

Day One was long, busy, and hellish.

As Tristan had explained, Fartboy was ordered to spend his classes in the far back corner of the lecture halls, where an AKO brother would sit with his ass sticking out to relieve themselves of gas.

The brother in his Monday morning psych 101 class, Harley, was a burly guy with messy brown hair, a beard, and furry arms. He had on an old dirty beer crawl T Shirt, and old basketball shorts. Before class he warned Jacob that he usually loads up on dorm cafeteria breakfasts.

“The eggs, bacon, and oatmeal really do a number on my guts,” he smirked, “That gas really reeks. Gnarly. You don’t have to smell them if you don’t want to,”

Jacob was ready to say thanks and get away from that awful sounding ass, but Fartboy was in full control; “Don’t worry about me sir, fart sniffing is my job. Sniffing farts is my favorite thing to do, and I want to please the frat”

“That’s what we like to hear.”

So Jacob was forced to spend the lecture with his face buried deep into Harley’s ass. His basketball shorts were doing nothing to hold off the stench. Fartboy breathed through his nose slowly, forcing Jacob to spend the agonizing 75 minute lecture by savoring the stink coming out of Harley’s backside.

Worse were the farts, of course. Letting them out slowly and quietly, Jacob felt the pants get hot and his face become uncomfortably moist. A revolting stink took over, like old eggs in old pig grease. Jacob’s eyes burned, but Fartboy was smiling and drawing in slow sniffs. Jacob was enraged; not only did he have to smell it, but his alter ego was really taking his time with each fart. 

Inside Fartboy’s head, Jacob was screaming. He couldn’t take notes. He couldn’t focus on what the professor was saying, he was so far away. And Fartboy always made sure all of his attention was given to the ass in front of him.

Once the stink was gone (or at least, brought back to ‘minimum’ levels of stink that always came off Harley’s asshole), Jacob finally got fresh air as Fartboy moved over to start his dozens of kisses of gratitude. Jacob didn’t even care at the humiliating act, he was just glad to be out of that ass.

When class was over, Harley and Jacob snuck out of the room. “How were those?”

“Absolutely disgusting.” Jacob said with sincerity, but Fartboy was still smiling, “Thanks again. Can’t wait for Thursday’s class”

Jacob walked toward his next class, sick to his stomach. Awaiting him was Griffin, a dumb football player with a thick ass that stretched his basketball shorts out. He’d texted Jacob the day before, “Hey Fartboy, usually i shower in the mornings but since you’re in my 11am lecture, I’ll wait till afterward. I don’t want you to be bored with a clean butt when you could explore the smells of my unwashed crack :D study my ass harder than the class”

And Fartboy’s fingers typed on Jacob’s phone to reply “Can’t wait, sir! I love your farts so much!!”

All of Fartboy’s texts were saved and shared on a secret frat discord server. As were over-the-shoulder selfies of Fartboy at work.

Griffin was taking such a selfie in their 11am lecture. He held the phone over his shoulders, and Fartboy stared right back up into his own eyes. Griffin was bold enough to pull his shorts down, mooning Jacob with pale smooth cheeks. Because he was told to ‘explore the smells’, Fartboy had grabbed onto Griffin’s thick cheeks and spread them, getting Jacob’s neck at an angle to a painful degree, trying to line his nostrils up right over his smooth pink hole. The angle was awkward and started to give Jacob a headache, but it did make the stink stronger so Fartboy didn’t relieve Jacob of this painful position. Jacob started to cry, and Fartboy started sniffing.

Thankfully, Griffin only farted three times during class. Each one made his eyes stream more tears, and his nose turned into a bloodhound’s making sure to sniff them all in. Even though they were less painful than Harley’s, and less frequent, still this was another class that Jacob missed. At this rate, he would fail the semester and have to start over. His heart raced with anxiety; the frat wouldn’t do that to a pledge, would they? But then he thought, they’ve already done this evil hypnosis, they know I know this is all fake, yet they were more than happy to force me into ruining my college career, just so they could taunt me like immature older brothers.

Next class of the day, 1pm lecture…oh no. Jacob got a text from Diego, the senior brother he was assigned to for this class. “Hey Fartboy, I am seeing my girlfriend this afternoon but I don’t have time to shower. Can you use your tongue to ‘freshen’ up back there? Give my ass a spa treatment.”

No. no, fuck no, Fartboy’s thumbs raced, “Yes sir right away sir!”

Fartboy took over and made Jacob sprint to class. 

For the next 75 minutes, Fartboy gave Diego’s ass the full spa treatment.

First, Fartboy pampered him with kisses. Jacob grimaced at feeling all of the ass hairs scratch at his lips. He reeked as if he’d never showered. Jacob’s lips were forced into the forest of black hair around Diego’s dark asshole. He gagged, but Fartboy kept going. Afterward, he started giving a full-ass massage, using his nose and lips against his hairy cheeks, and kneading them with his fingers. Diego was smirking, holding his phone over his shoulder to record it for the chat. Jacob would have been ashamed if he knew he was being filmed, but Fartboy had pulled him in to massage Diego’s asshole with his nose. He pressed in deep and was roughly grinding his face into his ass crack, while his hands worked on his cheeks. The stink, the pressure, the heat, it was all making Jacob feel faint. Forced to be conscious through this hell.

When it was finally time to lick him clean, and Jacob couldn’t help but count each ass hair that got caught into his mouth, Diego decided it was time to let out his gas. He waited for Jacob’s tongue to reach his hole before letting an SDB seep out.

Jacob gagged violently, but Fartboy locked lips with Diego’s hole and sucked it down, forcing Jacob to taste every moment. His hands kept rubbing his cheeks, slowly working and massaging his ass muscles, while his lips worked on his hole.

Finally, class was over. Jacob was in a daze, shivering in disgust and exhaustion. Diego pulled his shorts up and looked down at the pledge,

“Feels squeaky clean down there, Fartboy. Great Job! And your face was the perfect massage wand. I think I’d like every class this semester to be a spa day for my ass.”

Before Jacob could let the horror of those words sink in, the horror of having to do that three times a week for 75 minutes each…Fartboy chirped up “That would be my pleasure, sir! I’m sorry I let you fart into my mouth instead of my nose where it belongs. I will deduct those from my points today.”

“You know I liked using your mouth instead. Loved feeling you squirm. Since you don’t mind missing out on points here and there, I’ll make sure to save my farts for your mouth only”

“Thank you sir. Your gas was the most vile thing I’ve tasted. But for the frat, I look forward to tasting the next one”

Diego cackled a boyish cruel laugh. Jacob felt shame and disgust brewing inside him, but Fartboy smiled like an idiot. Diego said, “I fucking love you man. 

So none of those points counted. He’d spent the full lecture gagging on Diego’s evil ass gas, only to add no points to his total. He’ll never be free from Fartboy.

…

In between classes, Jacob tried to avoid running into frat brothers across campus. He learned the mistake the hard way when, on day one, he cut across the quad to get to one of the few real classes he had on the other side…except a group of brothers was coming his way. The tallest one in the middle with the shaven black hair and gaunt face was Vinnie Russo. He locked eyes with Jacob and headed in his direction.

I can’t pretend not to see him.

“Well happy Monday, Fartboy.”

“Happy Monday, Sir.”

“Who was your last class with?”

“Diego Sanchez, Sir.”

“Hah! Dirty Sanchez!” the group started to laugh, “Fuck man I can’t imagine surviving a single minute near his rank skunk ass. And his mind’s just as filthy. Tell us in detail what he had you do for him.”

So Fartboy took over, and with pride he explained how he gave Diego’s ass a ‘spa day’, how he used his nose to massage his hole, how he spent a long time tongue scrubbing it clean, and how Diego had farted into his mouth. Jacob’s face would have been burning with shame at admitting, not only that these things happened to him, but with enthusiasm like he loved every second of it! They all cackled with cruel faces, enjoying how disgustingly evil it all was.

“Well sounds like you had a rough afternoon.”

“Yes sir, I'm exhausted.” Jacob admitted. Maybe these guys would be merciful to him.

“I don’t have anything to offer right now, but maybe you could still show gratitude. On your knees.” 

Fartboy did as commanded. Jacob worried that other students were watching!

Vinnie walked up to him and turned around. His ass was snug in his blue jeans. “Give my shithole a smooch. And then, keep your lips glued there.”

Fartboy obeyed. Jacob’s lips yanked him forward and he planted a fat kiss right on the seat of Vinnie’s jeans. As instructed, the lips stayed there. No matter how much Jacob tried to nudge, his body was determined to keep his lips against the older brother’s asshole. 

The others were laughing at the sight. The pledge kissing the brother’s ass, just as nature intended. They stood around joking and chatting for a few minutes, while Jacob was becoming more aware of how much time was passing. He was late for class. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be in class. He was skipping the only class he could hope to do well in, so he could keep his lips locked with a guy’s asshole?!

The heat of his breath made the fabric moist. As always, Fartboy savored the stink with deliberate sniffs.

He heard others laughing, girls and guys. Other students who know nothing about the frat, who see a freshman hyper focused on kissing a frat bro’s ass. Typical hazing. Hell week. Laugh and move on. Jacob wanted to cry. He would never make friends at this school. If Fartboy is in so much control, he’ll be a laughingstock. 

Then Jacob felt someone lean up on the side of his head,

PRTPRTPRPPPPP

Someone farted into his left ear. That got the other guys hooting with laughter. Fartboy didn’t move from his spot, but since his nose was exposed more, he could smell the fart well. It wouldn’t count to his total points for the day, of course, but even so he took in a deep sniff. Jacob felt like a raging monkey in a cage.

They took turns ripping farts on either side of his head. He drunk them into his nose, knowing that he wouldn’t count them to the score, forcing Jacob to appreciate every horrible flavor, from the ass sweat humid from his jeans seeping into his lips, to the constant farts that he sucked in second by second.

“Wow it’s been 45 minutes. I’m tired of this. Ok Fartboy you win.”

Like magic, Jacob’s lips were detached from Vinnie’s pants. His ass sweat caked onto his lips and had sunk onto his tongue. “Thank you, sir.”

“As a prize…uh…who thinks they haven’t showered the longest here?”

“Gotta be me,” a tall brother with a beer gut raised his arm, “Didn’t feel like it since Thursday night.”

“Wow that’s vintage 5 day aged ass crack, Fartboy, your prize is to sniff my buddy Paul here on his asshole and really really take in the aroma, like a fine wine.”

Paul turned around and pulled his jeans down.

Oh no, fuck,

Fartboy didn’t ever give Jacob a chance to react, mentally, to what was about to happen to him. Paul’s fallen jeans revealed large chubby ass cheeks coated in bear like brown hair. His hands clasped at his cheeks and spread them open to show even thicker hair sinking into the crack. And immediately, Fartboy yanked Jacob forward, forcing him to crawl toward this fat hairy beast of an ass, and shove his nose deep into the ass trench.

Jacob couldn’t hear or think about the disgusted groans from the guys, and their shocked hyena cackles. And he still hadn’t known that this was all on discord. But in that moment, the mindnumbingly painful stench of old shit was forced to be enjoyed by his nose. He wanted to vomit. Fartboy sniffed slowly to take in the aromas, enough that it forced Jacob to think about the different aspects of the way Paul’s asshole stunk, and to compare it to the other asses he’s smelled. Jacob’s nightmare was never ending; he was being forced to turn the smell over and over in his head, as if trying to memorize it, 

He had been forced to put all of his attention on the way Paul’s asshole smelled, he didn’t realize class was being let out and students were laughing at him, horrified and squealing. He had no idea they were taking pictures of him and posting them online.

Ever since, Jacob has avoided the quad. 

…

As he entered the library doors, Jacob’s phone started blowing up with requests. Fartboy got to work. 

A brother by the name of Kyle Brower texted him an awful message: 

‘Hey Fartboy. I’m on the third floor, far north corner. No one else around. Had a bacon cheeseburger for lunch. Not sitting well. Don’t talk to me because I’m working. I’ll have my ass out, come and do your job.’

Jacob clenched his teeth. After being smothered by Amad’s rancid ass, the last thing he wanted to do was learn how cheeseburgers affected Kyle’s bowels. He watched Fartboy bring him down the hall and up the stairs, grinning in anticipation.

The third floor was quiet, and Jacob was surprised to find all the desks empty. Kyle was the only person on the floor. He had a buzz cut, and matching short stubble around his jawline. He had a grey shirt with a list of bars from a previous bar crawl. He was in black basket ball shorts, and he had positioned his ass so that it was hanging out the back hole of the chair, between the back rest and the seat. He had headphones on and looked intently at his homework. He glanced at Jacob for a moment, then looked back down at his work.

Fartboy made Jacob focus on his ass buldging out from the chair as he dropped to his knees and crawled across the old filthy library carpet. Jacob was afraid someone on the floor would see, but that hasn’t stopped Fartboy before. Jacob was terrified of another ‘viral’ moment. 

In that moment, a horror hit Jacob’s heart…the parties. Oh god, they’re going to make me do this shit in front of girls…

Fartboy ignored Jacob’s thoughts, and forced him to bring his nose up to the seat of his black shorts. Fartboy made Jacob think about how Kyle’s asshole smell was unique compared to the other brothers. Jacob hated that his thoughts were filled with memories of the worst smells he’d ever taken in, some of the most humiliating and revolting experiences he’s had, and the hypnosis was forcing him to memorize every detail and solidify it in his memory forever.

Just as Jacob was fully realizing how this hypnosis was causing permanent changes in his mind, Fartboy nuzzled in deep to do his job.

Nothing could prepare Jacob for just how awful this would be. 

Immediately, his shorts went hot with the worst silent but deadly fart Jacob had ever smelled in his life. Just hours after the last ‘worst’ thing he’d ever smelled. Jacob started gagging, but Fartboy was stronger. His hands clutched at Kyle’s hips, and Jacob’s face was shoved deeper into Kyle’s crack, muffling his gagging sounds. Fartboy kept taking in sniffs when he had a chance, making Jacob’s nausea worse. 

Then another came out. Again the heat covering Jacob’s face and coating it in its rotten stink, which Fartboy soaked in like a calming facial. The gagging had subsided, Fartboy was in full control, now putting his hands up on Kyle’s cheeks, he made sure Jacob savored every moment.

Then another came out.

Ten minutes. Jacob spent ten minutes with his face buried up Kyle’s cheeks, screaming into his ass while a neverending stream of cheeseburger fart tearing up his nostrils. His eyes were burning with tears.

But Fartboy had pulled a wide smile, and he whispered “Thank you sir, those were absolutely disgusting.” As if rubbing it in, he made Jacob kiss Kyle’s ass. Again, and again. Fartboy was kissing each cheek all over, He was getting more frantic and giggling to himself. 

Kyle held his phone over his shoulder, in a snapchat selfie video, he raised a brow at the sight of Jacob’s obsessive kissing. 

“Fartboy’s having a moment,” he muttered with a smirk.

Fartboy saved the last kiss for the asshole, the same hole that had just let out the most vile grease bomb up Jacob’s nose. Then he smiled lovingly at Kyle’s ass and whispered, “thank you, sir. Those were the worst I’ve smelled today.”

Jacob was finally freed, and crawled up to walk away. The entire time, Kyle didn’t acknowledge him once, except to film him. He kept his head down and was working. Jacob felt empty, that this guy didn’t think of me as a pledge and would be brother, but like he’d used some service app to order his farts to be vacuumed out. As if Jacob hadn’t been forced to suck down the worst stink of his life… 

Maybe, Jacob thought as he returned to his seat, maybe I can get enough homework done that missing classes won’t be as bad…” the memories of Kyle’s ass, and the asses of the other boys he’d serviced that day, were dancing around his nose. Jacob couldn’t concentrate; the homework and studying was boring and too difficult without being present in class, and Fart Boy was reliving some of the most foul moments of the day.

Jacob felt sick to his stomach, 

Soon, Kyle texted back. ‘on a scale of 1-10, how rancid were they?’

Jacob was honest, ‘10.”

He replied “sorry to hear. I usually get gassy like this for hours. I’ll let you know when I have more. Don’t get too comfy”

Jacob’s head collapsed into his arms. But he felt his heart race as Fart Boy’s excitement shot back up. Now his mind was replaying the cheeseburger farts, and Jacob was feeling of longing, 

“No,” he whispered in horror.

But he could feel, not Fartboy, but himself desire to bring his nose to Kyle’s asshole again. 

He was at the library from 5-9pm. In those four hours, Kyle called him back eight more times. Each time what used to be dreading the steps up to the third floor turned into taking two steps at a time.. Always seeing his ass hanging out, knowing it was about to let out the worst stink, and knowing that he would need to keep his nose in it for several minutes. And he had to thank him each time.

He was disgusted while feeling an odd sensation, like realizing that an intense craving is about to be satisfied.

Jacob performed his service for Kyle, as well as about a dozen other brothers scattered about the library. Not all of them needed to fart, thank god; a few wanted a chance to welcome the pledge and ask about his first week (only one week!). They liked hearing Jacob detail what it was like to be Fartboy.

Of course they still made him humiliate himself. 

Gabe was a preppy boy with his brown hair in a perm, and round glasses. He seemed more sincerely friendly than the others, asking Jacob about his major and how he likes college life so far (Fartboy made him answer “I wish I could major in farts. And college has been great! I love servicing your asses”)

“Sounds…unbearable.” he smiled, “I’m not a gassy man really. But you should at least kiss my ass. Always respect your brothers.”

“Yes sir!” And Jacob performed another typical ass kissing exercise against dark khakis.

When Jacob answered Brady’s call, he found him another larger, bulky guys with a bit of a dullard face. How terrible would his gas be? But he wasn’t gassy either, he told Jacob

“Give me a deep blowjob. Don’t stop sucking till I’m soft.”

Jacob was shocked. Was this going to be common?? Fartboy took on this new roll. He crawled under Brady’s desk table in this quiet corner of the library, and pulled his shorts down to show a rising pink cock over pale blond pubes. He took his cock in all at once, breathing in through his nose the pube and ball sweat that lingered from his underwear. He gagged a few times, making Brady harder. He could feel the top of his head squish into Brady’s belly fat with every pump.

As ordered, Fartboy kept sucking even after he shot thick ropes of cum down Jacob’s throat. He’d slowed down and was now breathing heavy, gently sucking on the softening cock. Brady lazily stroked Jacob’s hair, “Good job, Fartboy. I promise, tomorrow morning, I’ll rip a monster for you.”

“Thank you sir,” Brady’s cock slipped out of Jacob’s mouth.

The next guy Jacob visited was Emilio, and he sat a table by himself. He was tall, hot, and rugged with black hair, a beard, and darker skin. Jacob couldn’t tell if he were Latin or Mediterranean,

“Hey there ‘Fartboy’,” he smirked, “I don’t have to fart, but I could burp on you if you’d like?”

“Yes sir that is generous of you,” Fartboy leaned in, and Jacob felt Emilio’s hand grab the back of his neck as he pulled his face toward Jacob’s face, with an open mouth right over his nose like he was going to bite it, Emilio let out an obnoxious burp.

Farboy sucked it in, forcing Jacob to wonder what he’d had for dinner.

…

Free at last. Jacob lay awake in his ‘bedroom’. After he left the library, he spent the rest of the evening hidden away in the frathouse basement. Loud music was playing overhead, and several guys kept coming to visit him and stick their asses into the ‘fart door’, but at last it seemed they were going to sleep. Day one down…six more days for thai week, then fifteen more weeks to go.

The more he thought about the boys at the library, the more concerned he felt. He wasn’t as humiliated by Gabe, and kissing his ass felt like a nice thing to do after he’d been kind to him. Emilio also seemed friendly, and his burp didn’t stink as bad as he thought it would. If anything it made him curious for more. 

And most shocking was Brady…Jacob always thought of himself as straight. But he hadn’t really thought about girls since the hypnosis. Now, he was imagining Brady’s cock thrusting into his throat, and feeling him cum again and again…

It didn’t stop at just Brady, though. He thought back to Paul, the linebacker with the furry ass, and how badly it stank. He thought about Griffin’s smooth, beautiful ass. He thought about kissing Vinnie’s jeans…

“No,” Jacob’s eyes were wide open in horror, because his own dick was getting hard. His hand found it, and started to play with it, while Jacob fell into a trance thinking about each asshole he’d kissed, each fart he’d sniffed…

“No, no, no,” the details were getting stronger, as if he were experiencing them again, and his dick was harder than he’d ever felt it before. Each fart was uniquely remembered, its sound and the way it stank, and he could picture each ass perfectly, down to the last freckle or hair.

Jacob cried out in aggravation. The hypnosis had seeped all the way down into his sexuality…

So when his memories played back Harley’s breakfast farts, those horrible chili dog and beer farts from the nameless Texan, and then Diego’s deep ass massage, his eyes were full of tears. It was too disgusting, imagining with perfect recollection of frat brothers farting on his tongue. And yet he stuck his tongue straight up, as if pushing up one of their assholes.

“Please, sir,” Jacob whispered to himself, “Fart in my mouth,”

His memory sunk deep into the flavors and smells that came from Diego’s putrid asshole, and Jacob’s dick was overflowing. He shot out over his face, chest, belly…he was so fixated on Diego’s hole that he didn’t realize he’d came. His hand fell from his dick, but his orgasm didn’t stop. After his cock went soft, he was still laying there feeling his orgasm linger, mixing intimately with the smells of Diego’s farts, and how his hole twitched and clenched on his tongue, and that dozens of dozens of other frat brothers were only just getting started…

“Fuck” he sighed again. This was only day one. He could be getting all the blowjobs he ever wanted. Instead, he was being conditioned to get off on their farts. What if he couldn’t go back to normal?!

His phone buzzed. A text from Paul, “We’re famous!” and a link to a reddit page. He opened the link, and then his eyes widened in shock. On a subreddit dedicated to Fraternity life, a picture of him with his face ears deep in Paul’s furry ass had reached the top of the page with thousands and thousands of karma points. It was awarded “Best hazing of Hell Week!”. In the picture, Vinnie, Paul, and the other brothers had their thumbs up, some flashing AKO signs.

“This year’s Fartboy, Jacob Smallen, is taking his job more seriously than the other pledges. We think he’s a keeper.”

Jacob dropped his phone and stared up at the ceiling of the basement closet. Five more days till the weekend. Then fifteen more weeks to go…

[buttsmasher]

Office Vanover - Part 4

Previous Parts: [1] [2] [3]

Word Count: 3971

Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, Dubious-Consent, Musky Dom, Mean Dom, (Minor) Ball Torture, Physical Threats

March 25 - 6:07 PM

I'm in my kitchen, stirring my linguini when I hear a knock on the door. For the briefest moment, I thought it was Brandon, but something about the knock seemed, hesitant. No way it could be Brandon. A few seconds pass and another round of knocking, this time a little more sure of themselves. I turn the burner off, wipe my hands on my towel, before heading towards the front door.

When I open the door, there's a slender woman with her hand raised as she's about to knock again. "Oh." She says to me in a confused tone. "I-I must have the wrong place."

"No worries." I respond and begin to close the door. She's about to turn to leave, but she stops herself.

"Do you know Brandon?"

"Vanover?"

"Yeah!" She sounds almost surprised and she bites her cheek, "I saw this address in his phone GPS and I didn't recognize it. And it's always when I'm at the gym or with my girl friends."

This is when the situation fully hits me. This is the Mrs. Vanover.

"Oh. Brandon and I work together." I'm not lying. "He's been staying on top of my workout routine and what not." Okay now I'm lying.

"Oh really? He never said anything to me." I can't pretend to imagine what she's thinking, but I know what I'm thinking and I'm panicking.

"Ye-yeah, I'm getting back into the swing of things. And I mean, you know Brandon, he's like hella built. So I had to ask him for some pointers." I ignore that sense of guilt in my stomach.

"Okay, well." She throws her hair over her shoulder. "Seeing you, I know he's not cheating. He doesn't swing that way, no offense."

"None taken?"

"I'll get out of your hair." She adjusts her purse back onto her shoulder. I don't watch as she leaves, just close the door and have a few seconds to myself to freak out.

Are things going too far? Maybe I should really stop Brandon from coming over here. I hate the idea of helping Brandon cheat on his wife, but, is he really cheating? I mean, he's literally forcing me to eat his ass and farts. And he doesn't really let me blow him.

I don't end up making a decision today.

March 26 -

"Did you tell my wife that I'm your personal trainer?" I look up and see Sgt. Vanover in my doorway.

"I-Not in those words." He looks annoyed. "She showed up at my door. What did you expect me to tell her?" His eyes narrow and he closes my office door.

"Well, if you used your head, you wouldn't have said anything." Okay, yeah, he's not in a good mood.

"Would you rather I tell her what you do? How you make me worship your ass?" He doesn't drop the glare but I see his shoulders slump. "What even is this dude." I break eye contact. "I'm not a home wrecker." I don't say anyone in particular.

"Nothing about what we're doing is cheating. I have no emotional attachment to you."

"Ouch."

"You're nothing more than a replaceable faggot." That stung.

"Then replace me." I flippantly say fed up with this situation. "I'm not living with the guilt of knowing that I'm helping you sneak around your wife."

"We'll see how long that lasts. You're so obsessed with me, you won't make it a week without my ass."

"Keep telling yourself that asshole." He'll be eating his words. "Get out." I point at the door. "If you need technical assistance, you may call me. Other than that, leave me alone."

He gives me a final glare down, but he leaves my office without any issue.

March 28 - 7:00 PM

I'm watching some stupid YouTube video when I hear my phone buzz. Just a notification that a number I don't have saved sent me a video attachment. I press the notification, where a security footage video of the Police Gym has been saved. It's a video of Brandon doing barbell squats, clearly zoomed in on his ass every time he squats.

Look, his ass may be responsible for destroying my sense of smell lately, but it's still an amazing ass. And if my dick takes interest, that's no ones business. I still have two pairs of musky boxers that belong to Brandon, and I use that to my advantage.

While watching the prick do a squat, I'd take a large inhale of his boxers. The musk overwhelms my brain and it isn't long before I have my tongue out and stroking my dong like a crazed gooner. Fuck, the way his ass hugs those gym shorts should be illegal. Stroke, sniff, stroke, sniff, stroke, sniff, over and over again. It doesn't take much, before I'm shooting my load across myself and the floor.

Maybe this will be harder than I thought?

March 29 - 8:00 PM

Brandon didn't show up this weekend. Which, I can't be mad because I did tell him to replace me. I don't know, I thought maybe he would show up anyway.

I don't worry about it too much. I just put that gym video back on, on repeat this time, and crank my hog for a good piece of the night.

March 30 - 6:28 AM

I arrive to the Police Department before my shift. I'm not sure what I'm doing or feeling, but my feet are moving on their own. If it's a normal day, Brandon should already be down at the gym doing his workout. I get to the open door and, as I thought, Brandon was there. He's wearing some thin gym shorts that don't leave much to the imagination.

Not even here for 30 seconds and I'm already staring at his ass as he squats. He catches my eye when he looks up to the mirror. He gives me the shittiest grin I've ever seen and I'm immediately annoyed. I'm about to turn back around and leave when he racks the barbell.

"Well, well, well, the fag couldn't stay away." I roll my eyes as he saunters his way to me. Yeah, those gym shorts, are not shy at all. Brandon's meaty bulge is on full display and there's so much saliva in my mouth. "What do you want?" He crosses his arms.

"I got the security footage." I say, doing my best to sound unimpressed, but Brandon doesn't seem to follow. "You know, of you working out?"

"What?" At that, I pull out my phone and show him the video. He watches it for a bit, and I see him starting to get angry. "What the hell." He grabs my phone from my hand and starts tapping.

"Whoa wait." I try to grab my phone back but he moves away as he grabs his phone.

"Fucking asshole." He's staring at his phone.

"You figure out who sent it."

"Hanford." I can't help but roll my eyes. Of course it was that asshole.

"Oh." I say still trying to act unimpressed. "Well, thanks for the fun weekend." I give Brandon a wink and I'm about to leave but he grabs the back of my shirt, and I almost trip over myself.

"You don't get to have fun at my expense." He said with the most genuine anger I've seen from him.

"I-" I don't get to finish the sentence, as he pulls me towards the locker room. "Wait-wait-wait." I say as we get closer, but he's not paying attention.

"My wife had to put up with my gas all weekend, and you were fagging out watching me workout. You're lucky I don't beat your ass." He flings me into the locker room, and as I'm turning around he slams the door shut and locks it. "Knees. Now." He says through gritted teeth.

"No," I cross my arms. "Let me leave or I'm going to HR." This doesn't even phase him. Instead, he grabs my midsection and wrestles me down onto the ground. With his height and weight advantage, there's no way I'm overpowering him. He has me pinned down, my face trapped inside the crack of his gym shorts while my head is pressed against the concrete floor.

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His hands are holding my knees down as he bombs my face.

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There's no mercy coming from Brandon's ass. These have to be the worst smelling farts he's fed me because I'm immediately struggling to breathe.

"Fuck you, you dumb fucking faggot." He flicks my balls forcing me to gasp for air.

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"You should be fucking thanking me. And all you do is fucking bitch."

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"Stop!" My scream is muffled by his ass.

"Shut the fuck up!" He flicks my balls again.

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"You're going to take every single one of my farts." He lifts and slams his ass down onto my face for emphasis. "And you better fucking say thank you."

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There's no way in hell I'm thanking him for this torture. But there's no way I'm getting out of this, easily anyways.

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"Say it!"

"Fuck you!"

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"Say it, faggot!" He yells.

"FUCK. YOU." I respond back.

In my horror, he grabs my balls with his right hand. "Say it, or I'm crushing them." He already has them in an uncomfortable grip and he slightly squeezes showing his intent.

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A few seconds go by and I feel the pressure get tighter. "Fu-fu-fuck! Fine, fuck! Thank you!"

"Not good enough." He squeezes and I let out a startled yelp as pain starts radiating throughout my body.

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He rips another long fart, this time straight into my mouth. "Say it." My whole body bucks against him as the pressure against my balls start again.

"Fuck, okay okay! Fuck! Thank you, fuck! Sir thank you for farting on my face." I rush to get out and the pressure around my balls release.

"Good faggot. Your place is in my ass." He grinds his ass down on me. "Don't fucking forget it."

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"Thank you sir!" I say through the tears free flowing. My whole body is feeling wrecked, and all I can smell and taste is ass.

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"Fuuck." I hear Brandon moan.

"Thank you sir!"

"Fuck you." He responds back while grunting.

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"Th-Thank you!" I'm struggling to breathe. There's no ignoring it now, I need to breathe actual oxygen.

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"Air." I gasp but Brandon doesn't respond. "Please."

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"Where are my thank yous faggot?" I don't have the energy to keep going. I feel my arm fall limp next to me as I'm being crushed by Brandon's weight. "Yo!" He swats my leg, but my brain is fried. All I can smell and feel is Brandon's rancid gas destroying me. My head is spinning when Brandon finally gets off me.

It takes a few moments, and a few smacks from Brandon and I'm back. "Fuck." Is what I manage to say.

"I didn't even take my shorts off. You're pretty pathetic. I'm surprised you can even call yourself a man." He adjusts the sizable bulge in his shorts.

"Fuck off." I give him a middle finger as I get back to my feet. "Go to hell." I go to leave the locker room, but I'm wobbly on my feet and I end up tripping over myself. To my surprise though, Brandon catches me and helps me back onto my feet.

"I'll meet you there faggot." He gives my ass a hard slap. "Let me make things clear again for you. I am the man here. If I want you on your knees begging for my ass, then you better beg the hardest you ever have." He grabs the front of my shirt. "And don't fucking talk to my wife again."

I stand in silence as I listen to the words over and over in my head. Instead of responding, I limp over to the exit, loudly unlatch the door and throw it open. "Whatever." Is the last thing I say, before heading to my car and leaving.

I end up calling sick for the day.

March 30 - 1:44 PM

I've showered twice and brushed my teeth probably 10 times. The taste and smell of Brandon is still lingering on me. It's to the point I was researching online to try and find a way to get rid of the smell, but the only thing I'm finding is using tomato juice for Stunk sprays. Maybe I should just fill the tub with tomato juice and submerge myself.

I don't get to ponder the thought for long when there's a loud knock on my door. No doubt Brandon, based on the pattern of knock. I ignore him and go to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I pop in my Beats and start blasting music to drown out the knocking.

I'm startled however when my bedroom door is thrown open. There's two seconds of me and Brandon staring at each other. "How the fuck?!" I yell at him pulling out my ear buds.

"Standard issue lock pick set." He shows the metal bits in his hands. "Stop being a pussy." He closes the door, but doesn't come any closer.

"I'm not being a pussy." I throw myself off the bed and I get into Brandon's space. "You're an ass, and I'm trying to limit my time around assholes." I poke him in the chest for emphasis, but he just looks annoyed. It doesn't help that he has a weight and height advantage over me.

"Are you done?"

"Fuck you Brandon. I'm not done." I poke his chest again, this time though he grabs my hand tightly. "Let go."

"Are you going to keep jabbing me?"

"If it's necessary." I use the other hand to jab him.

"You're a fucking baby. Grow up."

"Grow up?! What are you on?! You're the one who shows up unannounced. And to what? Sit and fart on my face? What the fuck is your problem?" He's just watching me unamused as I rant. "Who the fuck even does shit like that. It's disgusting, and I'm tired of playing like it's not. Your ass is disgusting, and frankly the amount of gas you have at any given time should worry a doctor."

"God, can you just shut up." He says as he glances at his watch. "You are so annoying." He pushes me, and I go stumbling back towards my bed. I manage to catch my balance before fully falling onto my bed, but as I'm adjusting, he pushes me again and I fully fall onto my bed. I hear his belt unclick and then the telltale sign of his pants and gear hitting the ground.

I go to roll off the bed away from Brandon, but he grabs my shirt. I attempt to twist out of the shirt and slip out, making a dash to the bedroom door. I don't make it though, Brandon grabs my midsection and ends up slamming me back onto the bed. From there we are wrestling around, but with Brandon's height and weight advantage, I end up getting pinned against the bed.

He's sitting on my chest and holding my arms to my side, both of us panting. "Please." I know there is no mercy in Brandon.

"Shut up." Brandon makes a show of taking off his uniform shirt and then the tee shirt underneath. He runs his hands down his body and my eyes track the movement to his groin, where he adjusts his bulge. He puts a hand on my shoulder before lifting his weight off me. I entertain the idea of trying to run or buck again, but he plops down on my face, his black underwear blocking out my view.

He still smells musky, but not as bad as his usual.

"I don't think you understand faggot. This is your role, as my personal throne and fart sniffer. Your job is to filter out my gas and thank me for my godly farts. Anything past that isn't my business." He grunts and lets out a nasty 10 second fart.

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"Breathe it in faggot." He leans forward and then back making my nose poke into his smelly crack over and over again.

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"Breathe faggot!" I hear the anger in his voice, and it's enough to convince me to take an inhale of the toxic fumes. Immediately, the stench burns my nose and is making me gag and cough while still being trapped in his ass. "Good boy. Here we go, sniff in 5-4-3-2-1." I time my inhale with the disgusting barrage of gas that hits my nose.

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It honestly feels like my nose hairs are being singed off as the gas makes it's way into my lungs. "I should be hearing thank yous." He says as he's grinding his crack along my nose and face.

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"Fuuck." Brandon moans and he slaps my leg. "Say it bitch."

"Fuck you Brandon." I say in between coughs.

"Your funeral." It feels like his whole body shrugs. "You're not getting any mercy from me." Not like he was showing me any in the first place. I feel him moving to release the next round of farts on me, when he flicks my crotch. I yell out, and he uses that time to really press his ass down against my face.

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Two loud and long farts forced down my throat. The taste is unbearable, and immediately I feel myself convulsing and bile trying to leave my stomach. But it doesn't make it anywhere and I'm forced to swallow down another fart with the bile. "Fuck, that must've sucked."

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Airy after airy fart keeps getting blown down my throat, making sure the only thing I'm tasting is his guts. "Fuck those are rough." He grinds his hips on my face. "I know you're loving this faggot." He gives my side a pat.

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I wish I could throw up on him to show that I'm in fact not loving this. But right now I'm just trying to focus on surviving this encounter.

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"Holy fuck." Brandon sounds out of breath as I breathe in the volley of farts. "Good luck taking those." My arms are feeling weak, but I manage to give him the middle finger. "Oh no, fuck you my friend." He lifts himself off me and pulls his boxers underneath his bare ass. "You haven't had nothing yet." As his ass starts to lower on my face again, I try to twist away, but his fat ass plops down on my face directly. I keep trying to twist and kick, but my face is stuck underneath his weight. "Seriously? Where do you think you're going?"

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I'm always so unprepared for how much worse his farts smell when there isn't a layer of fabric in my face. My nose pokes into his unclothed hole and he's blowing gas straight down my nose.

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There's nothing I can do, I'm trapped, and all I can smell is Brandon's musk and farts. It's hot and sweaty and I'm trapped in Brandon's ass.

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Fuck the smell is so fucking bad, I can't fucking breathe. The world is spinning around me and I feel like I'm falling, and my body bucks against Brandon.

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He uses his weight to hold me down and force more farts up my nose. At this point, I don't think it matters anymore though. All I can smell, taste, and feel is Brandon's gas. Everything in my body feels like it's straining and I'm struggling to breathe.

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I unwillingly breathe in the bombs, but it doesn't bring any relief. Brandon is shaking his ass and making my head bounce between his ass cheeks when the thought that he may kill me with his gas hits me. I can feel myself vibrating at the same time I'm losing feeling in my feet.

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"Why aren't you sniffing my godly farts!?" Brandon yells as he flicks my crotch again. I convulse, but immediately after I feel my body go limp against the bed.

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"Fuck. You." I still manage. He lifts up and for a moment, I think I'm saved, but then he slams back down hard.

"Fuck you faggot. This is all you're good for. Just a fart cushion for a GOD." He's grinding his crack against my nose again, and I swear I can feel him flexing his arms above me.

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"Fucking sniff or I'm ripping your balls off." I start inhaling before he even farts.

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"Fuck yes. Breathe that shit in, let it fry that little faggot brain of yours." I gag against his naked ass, but let the smell radiate throughout my body. "Breathe." Again I inhale.

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30 seconds of pure alpha gas is forced into my nostrils and that's where everything goes black. I feel like I'm floating in space and everything is miles away. I still hear Brandon's farts ringing out from his hole, but, it doesn't feel like I'm here anymore.

The smell is still hitting me, over and over again, but it doesn't seem as bad as before. My limbs eventually fall limp to my sides and I'm out.

When I wake up the few minutes later, I'm extremely groggy. Brandon is naked standing next to the bed and quickly masturbating his thick dong. I go to sit up, but his hand forces me back down and before I can complain, he's straddling my chest. He sits down and slaps his cock on my face over and over. "Good for nothing faggot." His cock slaps my face three more times before he starts stroking again. "Can't even handle my gas. Fucking pathetic ass faggot." He roughly grabs my chin and starts to shoot his load over my face. He ends up shooting several loads onto my face, likely not leaving a surface free of cum.

After he finishes shooting his large load, he grabs his clothing off the floor and starts putting them back on. I actually manage to sit up this time and the room is spinning. My head is pounding and everything feels sticky or gross. I make eye contact with Brandon, he gives me a shit eating grin and flexes in front me. "You're welcome. You've just been blessed by a god."

"More like the devil."

"Let's be clear here. You're my faggot." Brandon says as he buttons his shirt. "I take what I want. You give what I want." Yes the words he just said are kind of fucked up. But he did just say, I'm his faggot. And I don't know why, but that makes my heart skip.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you, faggot." He responds back, as he readjusts his bulge into his pants and clips his belt back on. "Next time I get here, you better be on your knees waiting for me." I watch as Brandon leaves my room and listen for the apartment door to open and shut.

Almost as soon as the door is shut, I'm in the bathroom assessing the damage. I'm red and splotchy, but it's mostly just cum all over my face. I ignore the thought in my head to just eat it, and wash my face and brush my teeth probably 5 times in a row.

When I get back to my bed, there's a text from an unknown number waiting. "6:30 AM, Police Gym Locker Room. You better be on your knees when I get there. -B"

Well, looks like I have plans for tomorrow.

[meatymanlymen]

[fartcushion]

I needed to hire a plumber to take care of pipe leak. Ricky seemed to have good reviews on the website so I sent a message to enquire. Almost immediately he got back to me and said he could fit me in tomorrow.

The next day I opened the door to a tall man, slight build of muscle, and a dark hair. After the initial introduction I pointed to the stairs and he went passed me on his way. I could smell the musk, a man that works hard all day doing manual labour. It was intoxicating.

I followed him up the stairs noticing the full ass stuffed in to his jeans. He was telling me about what he thought the problem would be, but my attention was solely focused on watching the globes bounce just inches from my face.

Ricky got to work, inspecting the system. I didn’t want to intrude but I wanted to catch more glimpses of him so I sat on the bath edge and watched. We spoke a bit about the issue, then moved on to more general things as he worked. He complained about his girlfriend, that they’d been fighting lately. “Which of course means I get no sex from her” he threw out casually.

“I bet that’s frustrating for you” I reply stupidly. But again my mind was too busy thinking about what it’d be like to have him fucking me.

“Yeh. You got a girlfriend? If so hope she’s not a mad one like mine.”

“No, I don’t. I’m single. Im actually gay though so not experienced dating a woman”

He paused for a moment. “Oh really? Can never tell these days”. He carried on.

There was a moment of awkward silence, I went to break it before he cut in. “Right that should do it. Better test it”

I thought he was going to just flush it and call it a day. But he stood up, pulled his jeans down and sat on the toilet. I was shocked, embarrassed I went to leave.

“Sit back down, fag”

I sat. Stunned to silence.

“I would have just gone home. But now I think I’ll have some fun”

Ppppprrrppp. A fart echoed in the toilet.

“I thought it was weird you were hovering about. But makes sense now, you were perving on me”

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“Ah, been holding this in since lunch. How does it smell?”

I just stared in silence.

“Come kneel in front of me. Like a king on his thrown”

Dropping down to the floor I knelt and crawled over. Just as the first shit hit the toilet. He laughed and opened his legs. “That’s it, get a good smell”. He ruffled my hair like a dog, then guided my face closer. Inches from the bowl another fart sputtered out followed by another splash.

Having finished pissing he pulled his cock out and held it expectantly. I took it on my mouth and could taste the sour piss on his tip. I sucked him off, as his cock engorged in my mouth he leant back and relaxed. The silence only broken by the odd slurp and another fart echoing in the bowl.

My eyes watered, both from the smell and from his cock being rammed down my throat. Finally he held me down as his built up cum exploded in my mouth, I struggled to swallow before it was filled again. I released his cock and sat back, hoping he’d leave.

Ricky laughed as he looked down from his throne. Then he got up, and just as I thought I was getting my wish, he turned around and squatted back on the toilet. “Now wipe me”. Shaking I reached for the toilet paper. “Oh no you don’t”. He leant forward on the cistern, opening up his crack for me. “Use your tongue”

[thefurryforest]

[gaybuttboy]

The Platinum Gym - Training Video

So this story stars two of my favorite people on Tumblr right now. If you’ve read my blog then you have to know about @majorbombsinyourface​. You’re probably well acquainted with that hot guy who’s adopted me as his little brother. The other person is my friend @dch33100. He’s been giving me a lot of inspiration lately and I think he deserved to have a chance to suffer under Major Bombs. Hope you all enjoy :)

You’ve been working at the Platinum Gym now for a few months. Gotten to the know the regulars pretty well. Most people were normal members, but there was one guy who kept coming in. Mike would come in every other day and he had a Platinum Membership, the one that gave him access to the secret room behind the locker room.  Whenever he came in you were always on edge. Something about him just made you feel that he’d definitely pin you down and force you to worship his ass.

It’s not like you’ve exchanged many words with him, but he does always make it a point to give you this sadistic grin whenever he finishes his workout and he heads to the locker room. Xander has a camera feed for that room that you’re able to access at the front desk. Just in case things get out of hand in there. You’ve seen him go in too many times to count and force an unwilling slave into his farting ass.

One day Xander gave you disk to watch when you get home, you weren’t too sure what it was but he said everyone had to watch it for training purposes. When you put the disk into your laptop immediately the video of the camera feed comes up. The sound picks up and you hear begging coming from all the stalls to be released.  

You see your friend Chance there trying to get out of the binds that are holding you down. You never realized that he was one of the slaves being held in the Platinum Room. You keep watching as random guys come into the special room and take a piss on other slaves or sit their asses down so the only thing you’re seeing is the slaves torso.

Then Mike walks in. He struts into the room and examines all of the slaves in the room before eyeing Chance. He begins to approach the tied-up slut. “I saw you staring at my ass. You see something you want?” The tied-up man was shaking his head no back and forth. You watch as your friend gets his hair pulled and forced into the sweaty man’s ass.

You can hear the slave begging to be let go but it doesn’t seem like the man was listening. He kept wiping his ass all over the tied slave’s face. Then that was when you heard the sound.

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The slave cries out in horror as he’s forced to inhale the disgusting fart. “I’m going to have fun breaking you.” The camera picks up and another fart this time not as loud, but the slave has the same reaction. “Imagine what this is going to be like once the shorts are gone.” You didn’t realize it but he was still wearing his shorts giving a little bit of a filter for the slave.

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You can hear the screams of pure terror coming out of your friend but you couldn’t help the way you’re starting to chub up in your boxers. Then it happens, he pulls down his shorts to show off his hairy ass. A three leaf clover on his cheek with writing underneath that you can’t quite make out. You just know that it’s so much worse now for your friend.  

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The screams get louder and you wonder how such screams like that can’t be heard from the other patrons of the gym. Mike is getting so into it letting this slave bitch his all and ruining the poor fuckers face. You just know that when Rex has to clean the slaves he’s going to be smelling Mike bombs.

Mindlessly, you’re stroking your hard cock as you watch Chance suffer. There’s no way, you would survive such an encounter with Mike, but it makes your mind wander. What would it be like to be trapped under that ass?

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You watch as Mike pulls himself away from Chance momentarily. The slave is coughing hard and he looks up to Mike. “Is that all you got bitch.” Chance strains out as he glares at Mike. You just know this is not going to go well.  

Mike pulls his shorts off completely and walks bare assed in front of Chance again. Mike gives this cocky ass grin that even the camera picks up. “I’m not done with you. We’re just getting started. Once I’m done, you’ll be fully wrecked.” He pulls the slave’s hair back so it’s facing upwards and Mike takes a seat. “You make a good chair, might need to bring you home after this.”

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“Love how your nose is pressed against my hole. Making sure you get ever piece of me down your lungs.” You’re not even there and your mind is being wrecked. You can’t stop pumping your dick quickly to Mike.

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All these disgusting and wet sound farts keep being punched down Chance’s nose and you can hear the screaming die down to just whining. It would seem as he’s getting tired. He’s not even fighting against his chains as we originally was. Mike is just making a show out of it; gyrating his hips so Chance’s face is absorbing all of Mike’s ass sweat.

You start to blow your load in your boxers at the same exact time Mike releases the most deadly fart you’ve ever heard.

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You somehow manage to shoot through your boxers and you feel the fresh cum leaking down the front of your clothes. Chance is making any more noise and it doesn’t look like he’s moving either. Mike gets up from his face and turns to look at him.

“I told you I’d ruin you.” He just laughs as he pulls his shorts back on and walks back into the normal locker room.

A sick part of you is really upset you didn’t get to work that day to clean the slaves. You would’ve loved to smell Chance in the moment. At the same time, you glad it wasn’t you that had to endure Mike.

You get a text from your boss saying “I think I gave you the wrong disk.” You just laugh and respond saying you lost the disk. You’re not letting this one out of your sight.

[pisvoordelol-deactivated2015012]

[scent73]

It was the first camping trip of the year for the frat house and the Brothers had arranged a special treat for the newest Brothers.

Arriving at Their campsite, The young Men found me, tied up and laying flat on my back, with the words “TOILET FAG” written on my forehead in permanent black ink - crude arrows directing Their attention to my mouth.

He’d watched as His other Brothers availing Themselves of my services - taking turns individually, or joining as groups of two and three, to relieve Themselves down my throat.

They all laughed as They drained Their bladders - hot, golden piss filling my mouth as I struggled to keep pace and gulp it all down.

Some missed the mark - whether by accident or on purpose - and I was soaked and stinking of Their piss within the first hour.

Now it was His turn and I marveled at the delight this young Alpha took at watching me swallow every last drop of His piss. He asked me if it tasted good; His tone was menacing and He was clearly disappointed when I gave a heartfelt “yes Sir, it tastes amazing! Thank You!”

Hours later, He reappeared and, dropping His shorts, squatted over me and barked, “let’s see if you think this tastes good too…”

His asshole hovered just above my mouth and I stretched out my tongue to lick His pucker - barely grazing it. I felt a sharp sting and my ears rang as He quickly pummeled my head “no tongue, faggot - I’m not your fucking boyfriend…no open up…”

I obeyed and hoped He hadn’t noticed my worthless erection through the ropes across my jeans.

I watched as His pucker grew outward, like a volcano’s peak, and awaited the eruption with a mixture of fear, excitement, and hunger.

“PPPPPppppffff!”

He let rip a loud fart; feeling its moist heat blowing against my face, I inhaled deeply - hoping it might help me to acclimate to my role as a full-service toilet more quickly. Being a faggot, I found the stink of His fart intoxicating, even though it smelled awful. I could taste it in my mouth, but I wasn’t regretting my invitation to this camping trip - far from it!

He let out a few more ripe farts before the main event finally began.

It was thick and solid as it grew like a tail from His asshole the first log landed squarely in my mouth, but the second and last hit my nose and chin before I could navigate them down my throat as well. I chewed greedily - suppressing my gag reflex - and proudly dined on His dump load.

He watched through His legs in amazement and disgust as each of His logs vanished down my throat. “Fuck, you’re a sick little faggot. That’s truly gross. You’re gonna be sick…”

I nodded, “Yes Sir, that may be true, but if it pleases You and the Others, it is my privilege to serve. Would You like me to lick Your hole clean? I don’t see any toilet paper.”

He shook His head with disgust and, without saying another word, lowered His ass onto my face so I could get to work.

[steven-of-nine]

Per request.

[12345em]

Open that mouth fag! I'm gonna sit on your face and watch some TV, and my stomach needs emptying of these rumbles, good luck skidlicker😎

[stinkverse]

The Wolf Pack: Repercussions

"Yes yes, I promise I will be home soon, I am leaving work now babe!" You hang up the phone and rush out of the office as soon as the clock hits 5. Today was the first spot of good weather in weeks so you had cycled to work and planned to cycle back. If only you weren't in such a rush. "Fuck...fuck!" You groan, getting off the pavement after hitting a hole and falling over. You bicycle ran on and scratched against a blue jeep with a customized number plate reading "6Stiles9". Still in a hurry home you get back on your bicycle and rush home since the owner wasn't around. Unfortunately you hadn't accounted for the owners boyfriend being a werewolf that happened to walk around the corner behind you as you set off again. Just as you approach your apartment you are snatched up by a tall, beefy, hairy beast of a man and injected with sedative.

....A few hours of facesitting torture later....

"What are you sorry for?" The older hunk from roars above. Even after hours of him training you to behave, you try moving your head to the side to escape the stinking ass but are restricted by his shoes at either side. "I'm sorry for scratching Stiles' Jeep!" You answer into his clothed crack. "Good pup!" He grunts and farts onto your nose. You might have been here an hour, but the stench of Derek's farts hadn't gotten any less. The sound of an evil laugh fills the bedroom as he feels you coughing on his fart, your legs twitching and pushing the duvet off the edge. Derek leans slightly off, barely half an inch to give you hope. "Nah I don't think so!" He laughs hysterically as he just lets his ass lower again, accompanied by another wet fart. "If I strip my underwear off, I want you to kiss my hole and thank Daddy Derek. Then maybe I'll let you leave you little shit! Thumbs up if you understand!" Moments later, you stop struggling on his lingering gas and put your thumb up.

The weight is removed from your face and fresh air rushed in to your gasping face. Yet you don't have long to recover as he quickly slips his waistband around his cheeks and sits on your face again. Its hairy, sweaty, and sticky. The stench is ten times worse than before so you decide to just suck up your disgust and kiss his hairy pucker. You feel it pulsing as you put your lips on it, almost teasing you with its movements. "What else must you do?" You hear from above as Derek lifts his hips a tiny amount. "Thank you Der....Daddy Derek!" You barely finish the sentence before his hole slams down onto your open mouth and unleashes its gasses down your throat. Your struggle is fast and futile, fists banging the matress as your feet tear at the sheets. All the while Derek simply gyrates his hips, cheeks smothering you as his hole rests on your nose.

Once your energy depletes, he lays out your future. "When you wake up tomorrow you will transfer $100 to the acount I am noting on your phone!" Derek punctuates his sentence with a wet fart, making you weakly flinch. Weirdly you feel his ass hair grow thicker and more bushy. "Then you are going to text me to set up your next fart sniffing session, my name is saved as Daddy Derek!" Once again, his sentence ends with a fart, this time airy and thick. Your body twitches ever so slightly and his ass hair grows again, this time it seeped through your closed lips and blocked your nostrils making it impossible to breathe. Your arms barely move as you panic at the situation. "Finally, you will do those two things each week until you have covered my boyfriend's paint bill which is around $2000!" This time he just lets the farts roll out repeated. The gas prolonged your torture and suffocation within the hairy hellscape of Daddy Derek's cheeks until you finally couldn't handle the lack of oxygen.

[rsmith4114]

I’m so glad you agreed to be my toilet paper bro I saw your tumblr and knew you where into this shit but dam didn’t think you would offer your services so quickly. When I confronted you at first I was going to only use you as my toilet paper slave but I’ve seen some of your repost about full toilet service. You have saved me so much money on toilet paper already I can’t imagine the difference full salve toilet service would do for the water bill…… well I see your still laying there with your mouth open and I just got back from a run and some chipotle so. Want to become my full service toilet? Good now stick your tong out like this nice now open your mouth and don’t stop eating till I’m done chew it all and swallow it. Perfect once you’ve finished swallowing you can lick me clean. That’s it i already knew you were good at that tho. That was nice toilet I don’t really talk to toilets tho so from now on lay in here and wait for me my hole will tell you if it’s time to eat clean or just please me. You take it like any other toilet if one of my friends or family come in here to use you I better not hear you disappointed them. Bye for now toilet boy.

[fartlvrr]

“baby, come here” he commands. i sit still and act like i dont hear him. i know what he wants. “do what the fuck i tell you, toilet.” i can feel his gaze burning into me. i look up and he’s above me, turned around opening his ass. i back up against the wall and he backs up too. “stop fucking moving, i have to fart so bad.” i shut my eyes and keep my chin up, smelling his ass already. “stick your tongue out, toilet. stick it out!” he growls. i do as i’m told. “dont you dare fucking move it from my asshole no matter what happens.” there’s a moment of quiet, i always wonder if maybe he wont be able to let it out. but he always does. he strains and groans as i hear the gas travel through him. i watch and feel him push his asshole out trying to fart. i know its gonna be bad. he starts erupting with gas and i jump at first, its loud and wet and i dont want to feel it on my tongue. “how fucking dare you, ungrateful fart slave.” he turns around, spits on me, and glares at me. “you’ll fucking get it for that.” he is angry now. he groans and growls a little while he pushes and soon he starts letting out long, deep, loud farts right on my tongue, in my mouth. the smell is so overwhelming. my whole world is about him and his gas, my whole life leading up to me being a pathetic fart slave. i shut my eyes and focus on not moving my tongue even a little, soon coughing and gagging. “fucking lap at it, like a good pet.” i start licking him; his asshole, his taint, the underside of his balls. he groans out with pleasure, i’m satisfied he isnt angry anymore. he grinds his ass on my face against the wall and then gets up, goes back to his desk, and keeps working like nothing happened.

[saintmark-deactivated20140912]

[scent73]

There are times, as a faggot, when I fully comprehend just how truly different are faggots, and how much I am undeniably a faggot.

Of course, as a fsggot, I always appreciate the opportunity to rim a Man’s ass and have even purchased a rim chair to provide Men greater comfort.

A few years ago an Alpha I serve, worship, and obey regularly swing by my place early one morning. He told me to strip naked and take my position under the rim chair. Of course, I obeyed.

When He arrived He wasted no time and took a seat on the chair. I dutifully began tonguing, licking, and sucking on His hairy ass pucker. As always, it tasted amazing and I reveled in the sweaty, musky ripeness of His ass.

Without any warning, He let ripe a loud fart. I felt the warm, moist gas against my lips, nose, and face. It was pungent and smelled of shit. I gagged briefly and then quickly returned to my rimming of His hole.

It was not the first time I’d had a Man share His farts - most often when blowing Them - but this was the first time I’d received a fart directly in my face. Still, I knew my purpose and wouldn’t let errant flatulence deter me.

About a minute later, as I was sucking on His hole, He again farted - this time, directly into my mouth. I gagged again and began to pull away when He said, “stay there faggot. I want you to learn to love my farts. I want you to crave them. So, get your lips wrapped around my hole like a good faggot.”

I was nervous and uncertain, but I knew He was right and again resumed servicing His asshole. Moments later He farted again directly into my mouth and barked, “taste it faggot. Hold it in and swallow my stink!”

I was struggling not to gag as tears rolled down my cheeks. I swallowed and then immediately belched - surprised that my burp smelled of His ass (of course it would having just swallowed His ass gas). He rubbed my chest and said “good faggot”.

I was disgusted and ashamed that I had been reduced to this - to sucking farts from a Man’s ass - but also loved that my doing so was pleasing to Him and that He enjoyed my degradation. I knew the day would come when I’d be commanded to step over every “red line” I told myself I’d never cross and, now that I’d crossed this line, I felt relief and appreciation for the opportunity.

But, that wasn’t the only line I would cross that morning. He farted on my mouth and face a few more times and, seeing that I now had acclimated to the smell and taste of His ass gas, He informed me what would happen next.

“You’re my favorite faggot, you know that, don’t you?”

I nodded agreement and smiled. “Good, because I think it’s time for you to assume a new role for Me. Younger the first time you drank my piss? You remember how you struggled at first?”

I again nodded. “But now you love the taste of my piss, don’t you? You beg for it, don’t you, faggot?” I nodded and answered “Yes Sir.”

“And now you’re learning to love my farts too, aren’t you?” I again nodded, this time a bit sheepishly.

“Good. Now let me ask you a question, faggot: where else do I and other Men typically piss and fart?”

I thought for a moment before answering, “in the toilet, Sir?” He nodded approvingly, “that’s right faggot, that’s right. Now, what else do I and other Men do in the toilet?”

I knew immediately the answer He wanted and I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest and my stomach began doing back flips - answering nervously, “pooping, Sir?”

He smiled and rounded my chest again, “that’s correct, faggot, and I think it’s time for you to fulfill your purpose as my full-service toilet faggot. It’s time for you to feed on my recycled food just like you thrive on my recycled beer. Can you do that for me faggot? Can you prove to me your devotion and obedience to me?”

More than anything I wanted to say, “fuck no! That’s disgusting, not to mention dangerous and unhealthy!”, but I knew what I was and had long ago accepted that what wanted never mattered - that the only thing that mattered was my service, worship, and obedience to Men. I swallowed hard - the taste of ass still in my throat - and answered, “Yes Sir. Thank You, Sir.”

“Good faggot, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint Me.” He adjusted His position on the chair and ordered, “start tonguing my hole, faggot. I’ll go slowly, but when it starts coming out, I want you to keep your mouth wide open.” I obeyed and began licking His ass - probing His hole with my tongue as He began to push.

Soon I felt something firm and clay-like on the tip of my tongue - I knew what it was and struggled again to prevent myself from gagging. As I continued to dig my tongue deep I felt the firm nugget advancing.

By now I could taste it - it was bitter but surprisingly bland. Within a couple of minutes the nugget was ready to breach His sphincter and I dud as instructed - opening wide my mouth in anticipation of my first feed. He grunted and I saw His pucker push out as a solid, dark brown nugget snaked its way to my open mouth.

I started this post by noting moments in my development as a faggot when I fully understand just how much of a faggot I really am.

This was one of these moments.

I watched it happen and did nothing to prevent it. I unquestioningly laid there with my mouth agape as a Man used me as a toilet. Moreover, as soon as it landed in my mouth my worthless fag dick became rock hard.

It was my erection that proved my faggotry.

It wasn’t that I was turned on by the physical act - I was aroused by complete, unreserved surrender and obedience to Him. I was aroused because I was doing what I had been created to do - to serve, worship, and obey Men.

[hornyraunchstories]

A sticky Situation (Extra)

………

I woke up to the familiar weight of Tyler's ass pressing down on my face, the glue was still holding me prisoner and refused to give up. The night had been a nightmare, trapped under (or within?) my brother’s ass during the night was a torture as the combination of his ass sweat, the heat of the summer, the blanket for some reason covering us, and the sporadic fart that jolted me awake and turned Dutch-ovened me turned my night into something like a sauna from hell.

My mouth and tongue felt raw from the accidental licks and the constant exposure to his musky crack. But as the morning light filtered through the curtains, and Tyler started stirring away and pulling on me with his hip’s movement, I realized with dread that the glue hadn't budged an inch. If anything, my face felt more fused to his cheeks, the dried sweat and residue acting like an extra adhesive.

Tyler stirred above me, groaning as he stretched. "Ugh... good morning?" His voice was groggy,  He shifted, trying to sit up, but that only ground his hole closer to my lips. He then let out a small, involuntary pfft—a leaky fart that hissed right into my mouth, warm and sour, like spoiled milk mixed with last night's beans. It lingered, making my eyes water. 

I could hear his stomach gurgling now, a deep, ominous rumble that vibrated through his body and into mine. I then felt him tense around me as he muttered something. It had been building all night, I realized. Ever since he'd ignored the bathroom before bed, too lazy or too "worked up" to deal with it. And now, with me still glued in place, there was no escape. 

My heart pounded as panic set in.

Unfortunately it was true.

“I don’t know how to say this bro,but I really need to use the toilet,” said Jordie to me in a very stiff voice. “Let’s try to loosen the glue in the shower but… if not, we’ll need to look into some alternatives”.

So we directed ourselves towards the bathroom, where we tried again to ply ourselves apart under the shower with no avail. After doing that and drying ourselves up, I could feel Jordie’s patience starting to slip.

So against my futile protests,  he positioned himself over the toilet, but it was useless—my face was sealed right there, nose pressed into his hairy crack, lips brushing his pucker. He squatted awkwardly, thighs straining, but the angle was all wrong. "Jordie... dude, I can't hold it. It's been more than a day. " His voice was strained.  "I'm sorry, man. This is fucked up. But if I don't... it'll just come out anyway, and you'll probably choke on it anyway. So the only alternative I see is if you just... open your mouth? I know it’s gross as fuck that you have to eat my shit, and I didn’t plan on truly really using you as a toilet, but…Please? I’ll try to make it quick." 

I protested, but he ignored me and instead took out some towels and put them on the ground before trying to sit down, I tried to resist with no results. I was going to hurt myself if I continued to resist, so after some more fighting I gave up and let Tylee take over. I was already sort of resigned. Tyler had already gotten into his head that this was the best solution for his issue, so my opinion had just become irrelevant.

I was just to resign myself and try to endure the next events.

The final position needed as he squatted over, my head was cushioned by the towels, as he squatted on my face, crushing me somewhat with his weight as he held the rest of his body weight by gripping between the Toitel and the sink.

He said with more urgency.

“I’m gonna start now Jordie, just tap me when you’ve had about a mouthful, and I’ll try to cut it off there.

I braced myself, heart hammering as Tyler's weight settled heavier, his grip tightening on the sink and toilet for balance. 

The towels cushioned my head, but nothing could soften the dread twisting my gut. I knew Tyler's habits all too well, he was a typical jock obsessed with fueling his ripped body with protein. And after living with him all my life, I knew what that lifestyle meant for his gut. But, I’ve never considered it something of my concern until now.

"Here we go," Tyler muttered, urgency sharpening his voice as he bore down. At first, just a tense silence, his hole clenching against my lips, the musky hairs tickling my nose. 

Then…bam!

There was No slow buildup, but a sudden, chaotic blast. His pucker spasmed open, unleashing a hot, loose explosion straight into my mouth—not a flood, thank god, but overwhelming in its sloppy fury. It was like a pressurized fart turned to mush, spraying bitter, acidic sludge across my tongue and cheeks in erratic bursts. 

The taste hit like a gut punch: tangy and sharp, like fermented veggies and meat mixed with the sour bite aroma of beans and an undercurrent from yesterday's eggs. Slimy flecks clung everywhere, warm and gritty, the stench blooming thick and pungent, searing my nostrils even as I clamped my jaw to contain it. I gagged violently, body bucking under him, tears flooding my eyes, the humiliation crashing in waves as my brother's loose shit painted my mouth like some vile abstract art.

Tyler let out a sharp grunt, surprise lacing his strained tone. "Ah, shit—sorry, bro, that ripped out quicker than expected." There was a flicker of reluctance there, like he hadn't planned the mess, his body tensing with mild urgency to regain control. 

Tyler felt weird, shitting down his brother's mouth was weird, but he had to relieve himself somehow. Still, the experience was… weird. There was barely any sound, as when he was in the toilet and every emission of his ass was heard with the sort of echo a porcelain toilet had. Instead, it felt muffled. He barely heard anything if not for the surprises moaning and wriggling and kicking Jordie made under him. 

Plus the contact of his asshole with another warm wet hole wasn’t so… unpleasant. 

Still, he trie not giving it too much thought as he was bursting and in need to continue.

Unaware of my brother’s thoughts, the initial trauma wrecked me. I choked on the loose gunk, coughing up bits that splattered back into his crack, my mind screaming at the depravity—swallowing the sloppy prelude to my own brother's waste, the flavor invading every corner, shame hotter than the mess itself. But after those frantic first swallows to clear my airway—gulping down the tangy sludge before it drowned me—it... evened out. Sort of. 

Tyler eased up a notch, his voice leveling. "Okay, that wasn't the cleanest start. Are you good? Tap if there's too much. The Main course is coming—try to keep up."

He pushed again, and the solid logs kicked in, Tyler's diet on full display—abundant and merciless, exactly as I'd dreaded. The first one emerged deliberate, thick and firm from all that protein and roughage, crowning slowly against my lips before sliding in like a heavy coil over my tongue.

It was heavy and I found myself forced into tasting the dense log of overwhelmingly stinkin 'literal shit filling my mouth. The decal matter coming out my Tyler’s ass in combination with the occasional fart that inflated my cheeks like balloons made It felt like having a drainage pipe connected to my mouth. And it may have been my imagination, or my brain trying to form a distraction, but through the incredibly bitter taste I almost could swear I tasted yesterday’s meal’s remnants being pushed out of my brother’s guts. The same food that provided him nutrients yesterday was turned into waste and fed to his own brother.

I tapped his thigh double-time with urgency to get him to stop and he grunted, straining to pinch it off. "Yeah... gotcha. Chew it quick, Jordie." The segment packed my mouth solid, forcing rapid bites through the tough texture, gritty chunks going down past the rising nausea. It was stickier than the spray, and I found my body falling into a grim rhythm, adapting to the volume like it was just another thing. Although I still felt like vomiting every time I tried to swallow it down.

After I finished chewing, I tried to wait a bit to gather my bearings, but Tyler must have felt me stopping to chew and decided to continue.

“Ok bro, good job! Next mouthful” he said with urgency. Perhaps because I took a bit too long. But he could try eating shit for the first time if he thought I was slow.

It was then, as he filled my mouth, of course when Tyler's grip slipped. His system was a machine after all, used to pumping out log after log. He lacked the self restraint to wait so much and cut himself. And just like many people can’t cut the stream once they start pissing, Tyler couldn’t stop now that his gut got out of his control.

It all broke. A monster turd of fiber-packed solidity barreled out unbroken—my wild taps ignored as Tyler's abs seized wrong, the whole length dumping into my mouth before I could process. I gagged and choked on the putrid mass filling me.

“Ungh” Tyler groaned from the strain the mass passing through his anus put him through, instinctively pushing more as his brother almost convulsed from the taste under him.

There was no chew time; it jammed the back of my throat, demanding a straight swallow or suffocation. The mass slithered down whole, a wriggling, lumpy bulge stretching my esophagus, unchewed grit rasping the whole way, flavors detonating raw—bitter, fibrous overload that made me retch.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK" Tyler rasped, but he ground down firmed as he continued, forcing me to tilt and gulp it live, the weight coiling into my gut like a living thing. It was the kind of monstrously long, unbroken log that coiled around the bottom toilet. Only now it was forced down my throat and would coil around my stomach.  But the desperation for air was a nice motivation, and I swallowed the shit with urgency almost as fast as it came out of a Tyler’s hole.

After a blur, it ended with a dribbly *prrrt* fart. 

It was over. And I was tired and tried to catch my breath. I could feel the weight in my stomach and knew it would probably hurt later.

"Whew... that's the lot. It was intense." Regret tinged his words for the chaos, but the persistent bulge in his shorts whispered otherwise. He rose gingerly, hauling me up. “Well, I’m sorry, I guess” he said awkwardly.

Jordie dismissed it, still numb from the experience. Meanwhile, Tyler struggled to suppress an erection as the whole experience somehow turned him on. The guilty pleasure from using his brother like that weighting on his mind as he tried to go about the day.

[uncuthrylvr]

[maledirt]

Le gros porc, tellement pas lavé depuis longtemps que ça le gratte. Viens donc le nettoyer à grands coups de langue #gaypig #gaystink #gaysmell #gaydirt #gaydirty #gayfrench #gayfrançais #gayfetish #gayunwashed

[12345em]

Unwashed in so long it's itchy. Come clean him with your tongue as he farts down your mouth😈

[sycoarcher]

[rectoplasm-deactivated20250728]

'LET ME OOOOOOOUT!'

'hehe, sorry little man, were having too much fun'

i was trapped, there was no way to escape, his powerful sweaty body blocked my exit, staring down at me with an evil grin as i lay helplessly in the cramped the locker. his cock and balls dangling right in my face.

it was only my first day too... i guess it was some kind of hazing, they were rough guys at this rugby club. i should have known what i was getting into... they acted friendly at first, but then they tricked me into getting in this locker and then trapped me inside. whooping laughter echoed throughout the changing room, as well as manly belches and terrifyingly powerful farts.

he turned around again and let rip into the confined space, jiggling his fat sweaty arse up and down and shaking them out right at me while laughing at my torment. i was sprayed with buttsweat as the fresh wave of hot smelly wind burned my nostrils and my ears began to ring from the sound

'tell you what...' he reached back and grabbed his cheeks so it looked like his ass was talking. 'give me a niceee big sloppy kiss, on the lips, and ill let you go' he spread his hefty cheeks revealing a puckered pink hole surrounded by a dense ringlet of black hair.

'you cant be serious...' i said.

'deadly serious' the ass replied 'but not at all silent!'

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFPPPT!

id been in there for hours by this point, subjected to the farts of almost the whole club, i felt dizzy and i just wanted it to end.

'just one nice big sloppy kiss' the hairy pink donut winked at me again

'with tongue!' shouted some guy i couldnt see

'yeah haha... with tongue' he said, thoughtfully 'je suis un... how you say? romantique' he made his ass say to me in a sultry french accen before cutting another beefy frarp at me.

oh god... was i really going to do this? i couldnt see any other way out. i crept forwards towards the steaming jungle of his crack and pressed my lips against his pucker

'HAHAHAHA! oh my days, hes actually doing it!' he suddenly rammed his ass backwards, slamming my head against the back of the locker while farting directly on me, rubbing his sweaty backside up and down. i could feel the vibrations popping against my skin.

'still not feeling any tongue...'

defeated, i let my tongue hang out and brush against his anus as he ground his butt all over my face. it tasted like ass, theres nothing else to say, salty, grimy, ripe rugbyplayer ass.

'cmon, show some enthusiasm'

i began tonguing him more frantically

'haha, yeah, thats the stuff. hey, joe! get over here, hes actually eating my butthole!'

i heard loud heavy footsteps walk across the room. joe the giant he was called, he was famous. he grinned down at me, then dropped his towel.

defeated, i had no choice but to sit there and sniff up every booming fart he ripped into that locker.

[feetaside]