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.”
“Who was your last class with?”
“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,
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.
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.
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?’
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…
