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[lord-of-geeks-and-subs]

Ass sweat licking

Imagine I went to do a proper work out and afterwards had a long run. Just jogging about. Burning calories. Getting sweaty. And then got home to you. Do you know what I expect of you? Well, obedience, service and dedication. I want you naked with just your collar on waiting for me in my living-room. On your knees. Knees/legs spread slightly. Both arms resting on your knees, palm of your hands upwards to the sky and your eyes down to the floor. I want you waiting for me. For my instruction. As I walk in you’ll hear me undress and sigh. My work-out tiring. Satisfied but body aching for unwinding. And what do you think I want next?

I’ll walk over to you and will snap my fingers, something we practiced over and over again so you know to start kissing my feet nice and slowly while moving upwards. You use your hands to softly caress my warm and sweaty calfs as you kiss, lick, nuzzle and smell your Masters body. Giving my legs gentle massages, while also kissing, licking, sniffing and smelling my body as part of my routine. I smile. You continue having your eyes to the floor. You reach my crotch. Kiss my heavy musky balls. Swirl your tongue under my sack while massaging my veiny fat cock. Pre-cum dribbling onto your hands in the process.

“Inhale.” I say confidently. As you instantly lean in and start sniffing and kissing my musky cock. Softly whispering “it smells wonderful my lord. Thank you Master.” As you continue your act of service. In the meanwhile I reach out to grab you by the hair and push/pull you to the spots I want you to give attention to. Instructing you to lick my musky and sweaty body clean. Drop by drop. Spot by spot. Until my cock is hard and veiny and throbbing with delight at your gentle touch and sloppy licking.

Then I’ll tap twice on your right cheek. Making you stop in your tracks instantly and return to your original kneeling position. “Well done little toy.” I say calmly while sighing in pleasure. “Under next.” I say before spreading my legs ever so slightly. Within moments you crawl on all fours between my legs. Kissing and sniffing the underside of my ballsack and pressing your nose against my sweaty ass. You woudn’t do this for anyone else, in no world! But for me, for us, it becomes different. An act of service. An act of pleasure. An act of unwinding for me. Being able to fulfill that for me does so much for you to. So here you are. Eyes closed. Kneeling below me. Kissing my taint and my asscheeks, licking away every drop you find, sniffing and inhaling my musk and sweat. Before crawling behind me and spreading my ass yourself.

“Thank you sir for this task.” You say softly before kissing my lower back and asscheeks. I growl, my own hands wrapped around my shaft. Jerking off slightly. “You are very welcome little toy. Now continue” I respond. You nod “yes my lord.” Before pushing your nose/face between my asscheeks and inhaling my sweat and musk. Don’t get me wrong. The act is dirty and was a struggle the first few times you did this, but now it’s part of a routine. Part of an expectation. Now the smells feel safe. They feel like your submission. There is no struggle in your mind, just peace. So you sniff. And inhale. And kiss. And rub your face up and down between my sweaty asscheeks. And swirl your wet tongue around while I growl and sigh ij pleasure. And we continue this for a while. You on your knees. Sniffing and lapping away at my asshole until my sweat and musk has sunk into your skin. Marking you as mine. Servicing me in that moment. Until I growl at you again.

“It’s time.” You know for what. You swiftly move to my front and finally look up again. Looking me in the eyes. Mouth wide open. Tongue out. As you feel the first thick waves of cum shoot into your mouth and onto your face. Covering your tongue in my cum as I jerk off onto your body. Marking you in a cummy fucking sweaty mess.

“Thank you my lord for allowing me to service you.” You say. “Well done little slave, I’m proud of your service.” I respond while motioning for you to get up. Moments later we are both in the shower. Laughing and talking about our days as we get each other clean. As we make sure to unwind together and shower together too.

[eliostory]

When you find out your best friend farts better than you — and he's not ashamed about it. 💨

[bbyboynextdoor23-deactivated202]

[fartcushion]

"Sorry, bro. Looks like I ate all the food that was meant to last us the week. Here, you can eat my ass and farts, and I'm going to order myself a pizza. Dig in, dinner is served"

[thestinkverse]

Bangchan ‘The Daddy’ : Perceptions of Dominance

Post Includes: Facesitting, Face farting, fart sniffing, butt drops, face crushing, slight suffocation, willing sub, different perspectives

You looked all around as the door to Chans dressing room was within reach. Would anyone see you enter? At this point, looking in to see a black leather chair that had two large deep round indents, you didn't care. You close the door behind you and rush over to the chair. Your knees cried out as you dropped with immense speed and hovered your nose just above the indented leather cushion. "Ugh" You moan as the strong scent of Bangchans signature vanilla perfume invaded your nose. The sound of the door opening and then locking breaks you from your trance of analyzing the heat coming from the cushion.

"What have we got here?" Chans Australian accent only further fuels your hard on as he walks slowly over to you. "You like my seat? Maybe...maybe you wanna BE my seat?" He asks with a snicker, looking down at his belt buckle and then back up to make eye contact with you as he took his belt off sexily. He stopped beside you, allowing you to take in how much more muscular he was than you. His glutes protruded out towards your face and you couldn't resist his questions anymore. "Yes please!" You softly respond, unsure if it was the right decision.

Without skipping a beat he pulled his jeans down and showed off his new pair of black Supreme boxers that hugged his curves to the point the fabric was clearly stretching. He carefully handled you and lay you into a seated position with your head down on the seat where the craters were. "Okay test one for potential seats. You've gotta support my weight. As you could see, my massive ass indents anything I sit on with its heavy weight so it's crucial you can handle it!" He turns mid sentence and as soon as he finishes speaking, his ass lowers down. To you, the world was in bullet time, you could feel your heart racing as the black domes of fat ass descended. The black fabric of his underwear, already struggling normally, became slightly translucent at the peaks of his cheeks, and infront of his crack, giving a distorted glimpse at the perfectly smooth pale skin below. Finally you feel the fabric touch the tip of your nose and mould around it. This slight touch broke you from your state of grace and you realised what you were in for.

As if someone set time back to normal, his impact shocks you, and before you have time to think, your head is gone. You no longer feel any outside air, instead the straining fabric of his boxers along with the withering cushion below you. Unfortunately the cushion was to no benefit as his weight pushed your head deep down until you hit the hard support board of the chair. "Oh my, this is so much better. I was starting to worry my ass would go flat from having to sit on that weak cushion. Your head is so much more comfortable. Like how those gel insoles for shoes allow your feet to feel like they are molding into soft support, my butt feels like it's molding around the perfect seat cushion!" While Chan was excited and comfortable, you felt as though your nose was being crushed and your face was being reshaped.

"Chan....im...finding it....hard to breath!" You yell into the fabric. With little room to actually move your mouth, it came out like a completely different language. This didn't matter in the slightest. Any sound made in Chans BBL esque ass was completely inaudible on the outside, only alerting him through feeling. To make matters worse, the feeling of complete suffocation, being crushed, and just being in proximity to chan made you rock hard like never before. "Ohh yeah I completely forgot to tell you to breathe, actually feels nice!" The man said, assuming from your tight pants that you were happily breathing under him. As you also couldn't hear him, you assumed he was being overly dominant and punishing your invasion of his dressing room.

The next ten minutes were a grueling task. Having to manage your air in order to survive until the deadly dom would give you air. "You've been such a comfortable and well behaved seat. Just one more little part for this test and I'll move to the next!" His words of praise overlap with your screams for air, accompanied by slight thrusts, which to Chan, made it look like his praise turned you on. The weight lifts slightly, the muscular aspect of his glutes leaving your face as the fatty layers still drooped down slightly and moulded around your face similar to how slime droops with gravity. Chan had just lifted about 3 inches, but it was undetectable to your struggling face. "One Bang Chan Booty Bomb inbound!" He says excitedly. With the muscles of his glutes having been lifted a little, his words seeped through slightly, muffled to the point he sounded like a dominant australian whisper in your ear, despite him channeling a more excited and fun tone. You took a few breathes, unaware of what was to come, only hearing slight grunts from the perfectly sculpted man above you. The grunts were him focusing his strength into his glutes to crush your face fully. With no warning signs, no noises, and no chance to react, his weight dropped on your face with speed and determination.

You felt as though your nose cracked and blood vessels burst, even the cushion let out a puff as it burst open at the sides. With only a 3 inch gap for momentum, he hit you like a world ending meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. Fighting the urge to pass out, and fearing brain damage, you would soon experience the aftershock of his butt bomb. The sounds of wood creaking alerts you first, followed by the slow and subtle sinking sensation, finally the wooden bottom of the chair split in the middle just below your head.

Your head followed and slipped into the new cavern. The sensation of his force turned you on further despite the horror you felt. "Oh god...shit I shouldn't have dropped so hard!" Chan moans a deep voice, the sudden force relocating his gas to his anus. It was swift and silent, his protein fueled flatulence invaded your shallow cavern of safety until it became a vacumn of cruel crippling gas. The gags of your struggling form barely echo out of his mounds. His unbearable gas would've ended you right then had it not been for his ass slipping down onto your face and crushing your head again. The heavy dense glutes hugged your face, with his black Supreme boxers now smelling of his vile fart. All the factors resulted in you blowing your load the instant his ass settled it's warm doughy shape on you.

From his perspective his soft approach of trying to give you your desire helped you 'arrive', whereas you perceived his actions as dom like, and almost evil, turning you on despite torturing you. Chan allows the pumping in your trousers to finish, dampening your fabric with sticky liquid, before arising and allowing the bright lights of the dressing room to blind you. If there were spectators to witness the event they'd assume you had a pancake face with steam rising off of it. "Ready for test 2?" He groans while taking his shirt off. You try to lift your body up but can barely feel your face. The effects of his astronomically massive ass dropping on your face culminate and the chair splits in two, your head landing flat on the floor, only the flattened cushion softening your fall.

"Are you okay?" His voice showed concern like you didn't experience before. "Ye...yes sir!" You responded as you lifted your head from the floor, looking back to see the seat split in two, collapsed in the middle with his butt boulders still leaving visable craters. "Oh? yes sir? I kinda like that!" His Eager Australian voice sent shivers to your crotch again. Your servant and sub like attitude sparked a dominant flame in Chan that would later ignite a new passion. You watched, dazed from his booty bombs, as he grabbed the deflated leather cushion which was now as thin as paper. He set it in the middle of the floor and moved the broken chair out of the way. "Lay down, head flat on the cushion." You follow his orders, still under the misconception that he was fully dominant. While staring at the ceiling, scared to tilt and look at him, his large muscular shadow began to cast over you until he finally stood above, now shirtless and showing off a ripped physique, having some hand prints painted on his back for his performance. In its full naked glory his body appeared shredded with minimal body fat unlike his ass which looked like it could provide him nutrients for months.

"The Second test to see if you are a good test is durability. Clearly you have the support in you, but no point in a seat that can support for only short periods of time." His words scratched an itch in your brain, the image of being forced under him for hours on end brought your erection back to life during his descent.

At first he did a deep Asian squat allowing his clothed ass the envelop your face again. Even with his weight not even half focused on your face, you felt suffocated as his boxers, saturated by his earlier fart, covered your mouth and nose but not your ears. Now, not clinging for dear life you got a sense of his stinky gas. You took deep breathes, just like with the chair before he came in. Chan responded to feeling your inhales by rocking back and forth, praising you for the initiative. At first the gas smelt meaty, powerful like his body would suggest, but below the surface there were hints of typical protein sources like eggs and dairy, as your inhales came to an end you got a powerful preview of his spices heating up your airways and burning your nose.

"..... pull me down." You were too busy dissecting his fart to hear what he said in entirety. Thinking he demanded you smother yourself, you obliged and reached up for his waist and pulled down. Chan transitioned from his deep asian squat into a kneeling position, his massive mounds giving your head a bear hug only held back by struggling fabric. His legs folded as his feet faced back towards yours, and his warm crotch spilled over your hair. "Such an eager fan aren't you?" His words turn you on, thinking he is teasing you. For the next half an hour he stayed on your face, completely still as he used the feeling of your deep inhales as a sign you were fine. You couldn't believe you stayed rock hard the entire time. Sure at first, the sensation of his fabric clad mounds crawling around your head like an evil force was intensely stimulating. First your nose was pushed deep between his cheeks. Then you felt the heat reach the midpoints of your ears, only being stopped because they hit the heels of his curled feet. Furthermore, his rocking back and fourth gradually edged your mouth open unintentionally, allowing you to now taste his underwear, secretly sweaty from sitting so long on one spot.

"Since you loved the Bang Chan booty bombs so much earlier, here's a little reward for surviving so long!" Yet again his words wouldn't be heard by your cut off ears. Instead, you simply felt the sensation of his ass turning soft, his muscle parts lifting a few inches. Bracing yourself helped very little as the first drop happened. His impact shook you to your core, disorienting you as the second drop occurred, or maybe it was the third as you were completely unable to keep count. His ass didn't even leave your face and yet had immense force. No longer restricted by a chair breaking, he continued to booty bomb for almost 5 minutes straight. Each drop turned you harder and harder but this time you reached down and freed your boner.

Just as you went to grip it to stroke, you got shook again. This time your entire body flopped and you tried to reach for your burning face, only for him to slam down on your hands too. "Oh good boy, spread my ass!" He moans, slowly being turned on by your continued servitude. The drops continued, speeding up as he approaches the 5 minute mark. Finally, with your hands held in place by his heavy cheeks dropping, you began to shoot your load again. With each drop of his weight you shot another burst of semen until he finally stopped.

The endless assault of your face ended but the banging sound continued as someone knocked aggressively on the door. "Chan....Are you in there?" The fellow group members shouted in. Chan panicking, got up suddenly. The cool breeze of the room air brought life back to your abused body for the second time today. "C'mon, let's get in here!" He says, picking you up with ease and throwing your over his shoulder. Your face meets the middle of his crack, bouncing to give ptsd like flashes of his drops on your face as he walked into the private dressing room bathroom for privacy as the members started screwing at the knob of the lock from outside. He dropped you onto the soft mat in the bathrooms and locked the door behind him before realigning over you.

Now in a seated position, his ass was mear inches infront as you looked slightly up to see it jiggling in his boxers, which were visibly wore from bouncing on you, the stitches at the side coming undone. You were mesmerized by it's movements. His cheeks looking both heavy yet graceful, deadly yet attractive.

"Okay so I know I've been nice so far, but last test of being my seat is the fart test. Whether I'm in the studio, the dorm, or the gym, the boys always complain I bombard them with gas and make the room uninhabitable. I need a seat that can absorb as much of my farts as possible!" His words stun you. Nice? He was a fucking butt demon hell bent on reshaping your face to his liking.

"Uhm that was you being nice? Not to complain...sir...but how was the butt dropping on me without warning nice? The fart from earlier? How about demanding I pull you full weight on my face? Or even when I screamed for air as I suffocated right off the bat?" Your boner reappears as you relive the few hours of torture. He simply looks down at your slightly scared frame in confusion and some regret as his dad like nature mad him concerned. "You thought I was mean? Dominant? Evil? I couldn't hear you because of my massive ass. I thought you were just breathing down there, I even told you to keep taking deep inhales. The fart was an accident that slipped out due to the butt dropping. I only dropped on you cause you looked like you enjoyed the weight. And as for demanding you smother yourself in my ass, my full sentence was if you wanted to indulge yourself, pull me down!" His concerned look slowly turned to a smirk of curiosity. "Wait, so you enjoyed thinking I was dark and dominant? I mean ONE part of you sure did!" He laughed, gesturing to your dried cum. You couldn't believe it, you were so turned on by this evil genius dom that smothered you for hours, just to realise it was just your perception.

"Ye...yes! I loved it Chan. I'm sorry for misunderstanding you." You slightly grovel but notice he continued to smirk. "How about we agree you are officially my seat now, I'll enact test 3 as your 'ceremony' and I'll let out my dominant side. I'm used to holding back around others, but you fucking love it don't you?" His Australian accent starts to fully show itself through his now dominant tone. "Yes..yes I do Chan" You agree. "You're such a good boy for daddy Chan right? You want my BIG, BARE, BREATHTAKING BUM to smother you and fart?" He asks, ripping his boxers off and throwing them into the corner. If you hadn't shot two loads already today, the glistening sight of his massive cheeks bursting from his boxers would've immediately got you to bust. Like a 3D horror movie jumpscare, his fleshy boulders appeared to leap from the confines of his underwear, towards your face as if it was food. "Yes..Chan...Sir!" You call him sir to keep the dominant tone going.

"Chan?? Answer us!" The other guys yell, finally making it into the room but being blocked by the bathroom door. "Okay seat lay down, imma let the flood gates open and smother you, drown you both in ass, and gas!" Following the instructions you lay down, lining up on the mat to comfort your head. "Yea boys I'm just in the toilet, having side effects from all the raw protein I've been taking! Small price to pay to keep the fans happy with my body!" He yells out as he quietly lines up just above your face, cheeks hugging your head lightly. "Ohh shit, you about to let the Bang Chan Bombardment off?" The men laugh through the door. Chan is silent, closing his eyes as he prepares to fart.

Your peaceful sniffs of his ass are disturbed as the blare of a foghorn sounding fart erupts and sends shockwaves across your skin. The fart lasts for thirty seconds, not wavering in strength at any point until silence returned. Now, not distracted by his bouncing, you experienced his glorious fart in all its glory. It's airy form pushed the oxygen from your body with force, evicting any pure air that you had as it's mixed scent of eggs, dairy, and something that clearly didn't agree with him destroyed your willing nose. Anyone else would've held their breathe; you, inhaled like a champ giving your nose to Chans ass. "Fuck that was a banger Chan! Damn the sme...the smell is leaking out. Let's get out of here!" The others leave, gagging as the fart leaked under the bathroom door.

"Fuck...I..stink!" Chan moans as he takes small inhales of his own smell, acknowledging it's stench while basking in his 'talent'. 'You want more?" He asked. But before you could answer he dropped into a full weight position like earlier, this time his legs folding by your side, his feet above your head with him facing your feet.

"I don't care if you do. It's your job to take them all. All my nasty farts! Your nose is my new air purifier and i want results!" He leans into his dominant side, finally embracing it as you get hard from hearing it just before your ears got swallowed by his fatty ass.

A few minutes of toxic farts destroyed your lungs. Long airy farts pushed oxygen from your system as the wet squeaky bursts of milkshake induced gas burnt and made you cry from their concentrated stench. "Time to combine some Booty Bombs and some Bombardment!"

His muscular glutes lifted, his fatty layers stayed, and in a few seconds he dropped. You cock pulsed to life with your nose went deeper than before, nose nearing his sweaty, hairless, slippery pucker. But unlike before, once his cheeks crashed down, he ripped a booming fart. It was like two enormous and surprisingly heavy helium balloons were deflating with sticking toxic gas coming out onto your nose. He continued this for almost twenty minutes. Raise, tense, crush, fart. Half way through it became too much, but it just meant you got harder as his dominant side was truly dominating you past limits you never knew you had. You struggled with the overwhelming dominance, suffocation, and stench. Reaching up to push his back, you perfectly align your hands with the red painted hand prints, something you can realise by the change in texture. Your mind races with thought ‘Has he done this before? Is that why he uses hand prints for shirtless performances?” As you contemplate the idea, you lower your hands back down out of exhaustion.

Raise, tense, crush, fart. You inhaled like it was oxygen, stinking oxygen that killed you slowly with its sewage smell. Your pre-cum began to leak but Chan was too far into his dom side to care. Raise...Tense...Crush...Fart. His final drop made your nose peak into his hole. It smelt devine. Manly, stinky, evil, and like a true Australian dom.

"Last stretch! Imma just unload my whole tank now seat. I know you won't get them all, but appreciate every fart you can!" Even though you didn't hear the message, you didn't need to be told to sniff anymore. Your were his. His seat and his property to sit on and fart on for ever.

You felt the rumble of his stomach trickle down to the flesh around your nose. Surprisingly his warm hand gripped your throbbing shaft, showing off his gorilla like grip. His glutes tensed up around your head, squashing it as his gas made its way through his intestines until it finally hit. "Damn...it's all coming now!" His words couldn't be more true as a barrage of gas, lasting ten minutes unloaded itself onto you. His cheeks relaxed again, feeling like warm cushions hugging your head as his gas was chugged into you like a vile protein shake. Each fart varied, and kept you guessing so you could never be prepared. You simply inhale like a wild animal in between screams for freedom. The screams felt good to Chan, vibrating inside a fart chamber as if you were praising his dominant turn. In return, he started stroking your hard on, one stroke per fart until you finally were near unloading for a third time. Instead he teased you, gripping and holding at the tip for a few minutes before lifting off.

"You wanna feel satisfied? You wanna blow your little load? Give Daddy Chans ass a kiss!" He slams back down onto your bright red sweat drenched face. Your teary eyes didn't deter him at all, giving you exactly what you wanted. The dominant leader that you fantasized about. You pucker your lips and he slams down. Your lips meet those of his ass and he throws his head back in pleasure as you realign your hands with the handprints on his back to add to the immersion. He didn't stroke yet though, waiting for a fart to line up with it. Not learning your lesson, you assumed he was being more dominant than in reality and that he wanted tongue.

His eyes lit up as he felt the cold touch of your tongue enter his hole. The sensation caused him to finally fart and stroke you so you could finish for the final time. He stayed on your tongue, riding it and slamming on your face for a few minutes after you passed out. Once he finally got up he was exhausted from his work and decided to get his private security to take you home discretely before tidying up the mess of the broken chair.

You awake on your bed, in the same clothes, and with the stench of his farts embedded on your nose and mouth. A gift box awaits you on the bed along with note. "Thanks for unlocking my dominant side! I can't wait to have you officially as my seat on payroll. I've got a contract in the box, along with other little gifts. Check your messages on your phone for a little something extra!" Your excitement got the better of you and you rushed to open the box. A deep familiar scent poured put and your eyes watered with happiness. It was his ripped boxers, freshly farted on by the man himself. You bring them to your face, and inhale deeply as the addiction to his smell was too strong to ignore. Other contents of the box included a small bottle of his signature vanilla perfume, some cooling body lotion, and a picture of his newly added handprint on his back to represent you.

Breaking from the trance you checked your messages to see an unknown number with a voice message. "You want a fart?...Say please!" His voice says seductively in his Australian accent. "Please!" You whisper instinctively. After the short gap, a massive ripper of a fart is heard on the recoding that send you over the edge.

*Let me know your favourite parts :)*

[thestinkverse]

A reblog in honor of Bangchan making me weak on a Monday morning 🙃

[lovebubblebuttmen]

[dommy-stories]

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” You screamedinto your gag cursing your stupidity at even thinking up the idea to run to your hardcore law abiding family for help. You were always the black sheep of the family. You were fit and strong but you weren’t anything compared to your father, uncle, and brother whose east going natures made them helpful where you was a bully and nothing but a career criminal compared to everyone else.

“You sure about this man? I know the little shit deserve this and all but if we get caught…”

“What the little shit keeps getting slaps on the wrists and I won’t have this little shit tarnishing our family name anymore!” Your father plopped his plump, sweaty bare ass down right on top of your face and kept on grunting.

You let out a disgusted moan getting an unwanted walk down memory lane of how your family use to force you into handicap wrestling matches which consisted of nothing but then torturing you with stinkface after stinkface and fart after fart whenever they found out about you bullying others with your former gang when you was younger. As they put it something to even the odds with your bullying and always destroyed your credibility until you forced your gang one by one to join you and forget what they had seen or the threat they earned from your family to suffer an even worse fate if they kept following you.

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That rotten meat filled fart violently shook your body as it shot down your nose and scorched your nasal cavity. You let out a muffled shriek of horror realizing what your new life would be soon. “Ah! Been holding that in all day! You know the boys down at the station says I could use my gas like homemade mace!”

Your father lifted up his ass soon to be replaced by your stoic brother which was still fresh from the gym. When he hears you had returned home expecting for help. He had cancelled all his plans when he learned your dad had captured you. You were twins but the worst kind fraternal. Nothing throughout your life, you kept hearing praises about how much older your brother looked than you, how more handsome, rugged, charming, and smarter he was compared to your meathead self and how he looked nothing like you whatsoever which many counted lucky considering you lacked your family’s famous looks.

Hell the school boys use to run to your brother in hopes of disciplining you whenever you bullied them too hard or went to far. Every time you would be humiliated in front of whoever you bullied and forced to kiss his ass until your victim felt satisfied. Hell Mr.Bigshot Lawyer still kept up this cruel punishment with you now. One time stopping you from mugging some local chump who gotten too drunk one night at the bar you both hung out at or stopping some sap who you had conned into nearly giving away all of their lifesaving to you. The only thing that stopped it from making it to the news paper was your uncle protesting in your favor.

Sssssssssssssssss! The hisser that went up your noise sounded like an air balloon and your eyes instantly started to tear up. It smelt of rotten strawberries and bananas thanks to all those energy drinks and protein shakes the man insisted on enjoying daily.

When you felt the firm grip on the back of your head, your tongue shot out against your own will. You had been trained enough by your superior brother that your body was conditioned to react to the simplest snap of your finger. You slowly slapped away at his bitter, sweaty hole hoping the bitter sticky fluid you licked wasn’t your brother putting you on tp duty like usual as payment for bailing you out of trouble.

“Ah! Thanks baby bro! Uncle Ryan I made every plea deal that I could to help this idiot! Everyone in town knows we all hate him so no one is gonna ask questions. If anything he’s gonna get life if he tries to leave from here and I know you sure as hell ain’t gonna damn pardoned especially during your last term as mayor! Either he accepts being the family bitch or it’s back to jail for him!”

Your brother gave you one last fart and lifted up for his ass to be replaced by the beefiest one of all. Your uncle let out a frustrated growl and slammed his ass down hard enough on your face to leave a bruise for tomorrow. You let out one last groan of disgust snd humiliation as you felt your nose slide right up the man’s pucker. Judging from how your uncle shifted and wiggled on top of you, the mayor was getting more enough pleasure not just from your humiliation.

“Well to be honest I have been missing the runt’s nose. It isn’t fun torturing fart freaks even though most of them beg me to stop eventually!” The mayor let out a sigh then casually lean to the side bitting his lip down as he felt your nose slide out with a light pop. “There is something more fun fucking with someone who absolutely hates it! I guess this fucking disappointment got something right for once in his life!”

You couldn’t believe this was going to be your life now. Prison had given you a harsh reality check of there being tougher and more dominant guys ready to put you in your place just as your family always warned. Hell some of them were smaller and younger than you but did even worse things to you than any cruel idea your family could think. The only thing you could do was silently sobbed into your family’s patriach’s ass before your uncle gave you the worst and most violent fart of all that knocked you out and introduced you to your new life.

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[sparte75]

[bearzoohuman]

[daddy-dave-smith]

Lusting for that gorgeous hairy ass

[fanofhairymen]

Wow. Beautiful hairy ass. 👅

[buttsmasher]

Heard You were Talking Shit

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self

Last Monday I opened my locker to find a note waiting for me. It falls to the ground and I quickly squat down to grab the note. When I pick up the note, I see that there’s a lipstick mark and just a phone number. I’m a bit confused, but I text the number anyway.

Hey? Got ur note… Who dis?

Hi cutie xx… Jalissa

Hell yeah, Jalissa is awesome. We went to high school together and I knew we were going to the same college but haven’t run into her yet. I briefly found it weird that she approached me this way but I don’t think too much of it.

We end up talking for like a week before deciding to meet up. She wanted to meet up at the gymnasium at 9:00 PM when it’s close. She has a key to the gym since she works there and I’m game.

However, when I get there, the gymnasium is quiet and the lights are dimmed.

“Hello?” I call out as I walk towards the center of the gym. “Jalissa?” When I reach about half court, all the lights flip on. 

I hear footsteps and turn around expecting Jalissa but end up seeing someone else. “Tristen? Tristen Moretti? What are you doing here?” I look around, maybe he had the same idea as Jalissa.

“Heard you were talking shit.” This moves my attention back to Tristen and I watch as he saunters closer to me. 

“What?” He’s at arms length now. “I don’t know-” He gives me a firm push and I trip slightly backwards but stay on my feet.

“Called the whole wrestling team a bunch of fags.” 

“I mean, the whole sport is a bit faggy.” I comment back. “The whole tight singlet and holding another man and rolling around on the mat. It’s all a bit…faggy.”

He pushes me harder, this time I lose my balance. “The only fag I see around here is you.” 

“Fuck off!” I go to get back up, but Tristen quickly pins me down against the floor. He does some maneuvering and I’m unable to get a good grip on him. The echoes of me and him struggling in the gymnasium is the only sound I can hear until he has my face pinned against his ass.

“I’ll fucking show you faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

A rumbling six second fart hits my face. It’s rotten, smelling of garbage and eggs. I start to struggle again, but he pins my arms down to my sides and grinds his sweatpant clad ass against my face. “Eat my fucking gas, faggot!” I try to move my face away from his ass but I have nowhere to go.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF

More vile gas hits my face and I do my best to hold my breath. Even with doing that, it’s not enough, fumes are still invading my nose.

“Bro, get off!” I grab his hips and try to buck him off, but he uses the opportunity to switch his position. He gets me into a scissor lock and uses his heels to push my head into his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Fuck!” I yell out as my nose is pressed firmly against his ass. I can’t help the dry cough that escapes my lips. The rotten smell has burned its way into my sinuses and I’m starting to worry. 

PBRBRBRBRBBRRRRRR

“Fuck, that was fucking wet.” He comments above me. “How’s that smell faggot?” He releases the pressure of his heels against my head, only to slam my head against his ass over and over again. “Smell it faggot! Smell my fucking ass.”

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFF

He slams my face hitting his ass with each fart bomb hitting my face. My eyes are watering and I don’t know if I’m breathing correctly. My nose hurts from the repeated slamming and the toxic fumes that I’m being exposed to.

“Dude,” PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT “Stop, please!” BBBRRRRRRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Not happening dude.” PFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTT “This is what happens when you fuck with the wrestling team.” 

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

I feel so physically weak at this point, I lose the ability to even try and fight back against Tristen. “Please.” I manage between hacking.

“You want more? Cool, I can indulge faggot.” He loosens his grip on me slightly only to pull his sweatpants down under his ass. He’s wearing a jockstrap that frames his ass. 

“No, no, god no!” I begin to scream as he pulls me back against his ass.

“This is why you don’t talk shit!” He roughly bounces my face in between his ass cheeks as he shakes his. PFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTT His naked ass is much worse than before. His gas burns my nostrils as he keeps ripping noxious fumes. 

“Please...I-I...Can’t breathe.” He doesn’t budge any, instead he pushes harder against my face.

“Good, I wantchu to suffocate in my fat ass.” 

PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

If he keeps this up, I’m definitely going to start suffocating. I already feel dizzy from all these butt bombs obliterating my nose.

“Gonna make you regret ever talking shit.” He’s already done that. “Eat this faggot!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud trumpeting 15 second fart hits my face without any filter. Pure garbage gets spewed into my lungs and I start convulsing against him. “Yeah let the gas in. Breathe me faggot!”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFTTTT 

He doesn’t let me recover and continues to blast me with his gas. How is anyone even this gassy? “I'm sorry! Please, I’ll do anything!” I try groveling with the little bit of air I have left. 

“Sorry faggot, I can’t hear you. You’ll have to beg louder.”

“Ple-” PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF He manages to fart directly into my mouth as I start talking. It’s absolutely rotten and I begin hacking up my lungs again and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Oh god.” I don’t learn from my past mistake and he manages to fart in my mouth again, this time pushing his ass and pulling my head as hard as possible.

I feel my cheeks inflating as he keeps spewing a 15 second silent but deadly fart into my mouth. I can’t move and my whole body is shaking against him.

“Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good.” Tristen moans above me as he’s grinding his ass against my face. “You still breathing faggot?” Barely, I think to myself as everything starts to spin. I give one last attempt to fight back and push him off me, and to my surprise I get away.

I’m scrambling to get away when I feel him grab me around my waist and pull me back to the ground. “Where you going faggot? I’m not done with you?” I’m seeing triple as he twists me around and forces me back on the ground. 

He pulls his dick out of his jockstrap and starts slapping my face with his cock. I try twisting away but he grabs my head and holds me into place putting his dick under my nose. He starts humping my face and I can feel his dick harden on me.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about this.” He keeps humping me and all I can smell is his natural musk and the lingering scent of his ass on my face. “This is what fucking happens when you mess with me faggot.” 

He forces my mouth open and he starts to spurt cum into my mouth. I go to spit the cum out, but then he sits back down on my face again. “Open up faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

His cum gets blown right back in my mouth and I’m forced to swallow his cum and nasty fart. It’s the most vile thing I’ve ever tasted and I can’t stop from gagging.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Barrage after barrage of fart is being forced down my throat and it’s at this moment I fear for my life. I can’t even speak anymore to try and beg for my life and I feel myself spasming. I think I may have pissed myself, I can’t even tell anymore.

All I hear is him laughing, grunting, and his trumpeting farts. I’m going to die like this.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

PFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

My legs fall slack against the gym floor.

PFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTBRBFFFFFFFFF

Next my arms fall.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Nighty night faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I lose consciousness and my head falls against the gym floor.

Minutes or maybe hours later, I awake alone. Lights completely turned off in the gym. 

“Help.” I try to yell, but my voice is hoarse. I struggle to get to my feet and all I can smell and taste is Tristen’s ass. I end up throwing up on the gym floor. 

At least I’m not dead, I think to myself as I make my way to what I assume are the doors. I open a door to find myself in a small bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the state I’m in.

Jeans drenched in piss and my face is splotchy and red. Everything smells bad and I go to the sink to try and scrub my face. As I’m about to go another round of scrubbing, I feel my phone buzz.

Jalissa: Hope you had fun tonight faggot xx

I stare at my phone for a bit before throwing it full force against the wall. 

~~~Fin

Author’s Note: Another old story that I found and decided to revamp. I pretty much rewrote the whole thing at this point and changed it from 2nd person to 1st person. I also think I created a new kink for myself? Forcing cum in someone’s mouth and then immediately farting in their mouth? Hello? Has that been done before? Anyways, hope you enjoyed :3

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

26 / 10 / 2022

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PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY

HUMILIATED BY A CELEBRITY #36 :

NICK OFFERMAN, American actor

Nick Offerman was a very handsome man when he was young. For me he remains attractive even if he is older. His round, hairy belly makes him sexy, but also his charisma makes him a male worth worshipping.

Since he's married to a woman, I imagined him being worshiped by a muscular faggot whose age isn't specified so you can imagine yourself in the place of the slave.

- BEING THE SLAVE OF A DADDY BEAR -

Nick Offerman, 52-year-old American actor, loved his life. Actor and carpenter, he was busy. But he had no children from his actress wife Megan Mullally. He longed to come home and be worshipped. But he loved his wife with too powerful and sincere a love to enslave her.

On the other hand, he would have liked a weak person to submit to him, to treat him as a true King. His mature age and hairy belly made him attractive to young gay men. By registering on a gay dating site, he did not expect to receive so many messages from obedient young boys. When he published a photo of his feet, the messages multiplied by 10! The boys of old taste begged to take them as a lover or as a slave!

Happy to still be so attractive at his age, he decided to choose a young man who was slightly muscular but above all who was ready to leave everything to be a man's slave. Lewis wanted his master to be older than him because he considered old people more attractive and superior to young men. Disappointed with boys his own age, Lewis dreamed of belonging to a daddy-like man. Yet Nick Offerman is a proud heterosexual white male raised to believe in the natural inferiority of gays, or rather faggots.

The slave and the actor met at a bar after Nick Offerman gave a concert. He had taken off his T-shirt, and had thrown it in the crowd, which had caused a general fight because many were the fags who wanted to sniff his stinking sweat! Lewis, who had watched the concert, had been impressed by Nick's hairy bump and had an erection imagining himself licking and sniffing his hairy armpits, or even his sweaty socks.

Nick Offerman ordered several chicken wings from the bar, and Lewis had the audacity to reach for his hands to clean the sauce off his fingers. For that, he sucked the actor's fingers. Nick knew from then on that he was facing a real fag who worships daddy bears.

He took advantage of the noise from the bar to approach his face to his pretending to want to kiss him on the mouth, so Lewis closed his eyes and didn't see that Nick only opened his mouth to burp in his face!!

BRRRRRRRPTTT!!!!!!

Then, in the face of Lewis' surprise, he continued to burp in his face.

BBBRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!

NICK OFFERMAN: "You like it, huh, faggot?!"

LEWIS: "Oh yes Master your burps are divine."

After the two men had a drink, Nick Offerman suggested that Lewis come to his house. Lewis didn't hesitate for a second. They rode for a long time, so much so that Nick ordered Lewis to suck his long daddy's cock. Lewis was honored to do this. When he had to pee, Nick held Lewis's head down on his cock to force him to swallow his piss.

They were in the countryside, and Nick Offerman took advantage of the fact that he was on the ground between his thighs sucking his cock, because he couldn't see the way. It would be impossible for him to find the road, because the house was hidden in a huge forest far from the main roads.

When they arrived, Nick hugged the young man, who, although he was muscular, liked being held by an older man. Arriving in the house, Nick Offerman ripped off his clothes. Now naked, kneeling in front of his master, Nick ordered him to come to him, at his feet.

NICK OFFERMAN: "Lick my boots, faggot."

The young man licked the master's boots, and he appreciated being treated as a King.

Then, Nick Offerman moved in and tied Lewis to a wooden cross. There, he whipped him for a long time, and even if the cries of pain were music to his ears, he ended up removing his socks. He hadn't taken them off since he had made an appointment with Lewis. For a week without washing his feet and changing his socks, he had to endure his wife's remarks, but she loved him too much to resent him for making his own choices. She didn't know the real reason for her husband's stinky socks.

He had kept them on his feet so he could put one in Lewis's mouth and the other strapped to his nose. Thanks to this, he no longer heard Lewis' cries of pain.

NICK OFFERMAN: "Yes, take that you faggot! You fucking disgust me you faggot! Yes you like that straight man's stinky feet!"

Lewis was very excited by the stench of the master's socks, but he was also in pain. Nick Offerman whipped him for a long time before coming back to untie him to cuddle him, pressing his stinking, hairy round body against the young man's muscular body. He enjoyed caressing his pretty muscled ass.

NICK OFFERMAN: "You've earned your reward. You're going to lick my feet, faggot."

Lewis wept with joy at the thought of spending the night licking the stinky feet of a man who hadn't washed his feet for more than a week. With his bathrobe around him, Nick saw the slave approach him like a doggie.

NICK OFFERMAN: "You belong at my feet. I'm happy to have you with me."

He went to sleep in his big comfortable bed in this abandoned house. It was there that he spent the night having his feet licked by Lewis. Big, stinky, masculine feet, covered in grime and accumulated dirt.

NICK OFFERMAN : "Yes, I'm eating in bed while you are sucking my toes, faggot!!! How does my feet smell? Stinky, aren't they!? Yes, but I'm sure you like them like that, fag, it's are real straight white man's feet odor!"

He let his feet stick out of the bed so Lewis could lick and suck on them more easily. His toes were delicious.

The next day, Nick enjoyed being awakened by a licking of his feet. He then untied the leash that dangled from Lewis's slave collar, which he hung on the bed, and took the leash to pull his kneeling slave to him. In the living room, he drank his coffee while having his feet licked. It lasted over an hour.

Lewis pressed his face against his master's large, warm feet and inhaled their warm, masculine scent.

He was not unhappy to have come across a homophobe, because like a good fag submissive to straight men, he worshiped this man who found him inferior.

NICK OFFERMAN: "Come here faggot."

Nick Offerman ordered Lewis over to the couch, where he put his big smelly ass on his face. Although muscular, Lewis was not strong and could not resist the weight of Nick's ass. He started farting on Lewis's head, who was trying to hold his breath.

PPPRRRTTTTT PRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

NICK OFFERMAN : "Sniff my farts, faggot !"

Lewis was forced to sniff out the stinking farts, which were growing on him. Nick Offerman addressed Lewis, who was struggling under the ass and his farts's smell.

NICK OFFERMAN: "I will keep you with me, you will be my sex slave, and I will never wash my feet again. I will come as often as possible, but otherwise I will send trusted friends to serve you. They will Train yourself to be a slave. You wanted to lick feet, you'll be served. My friends are all homophobes who don't wash their feet and ass. Welcome to paradise, faggot, my feet and ass are your new home : you will lick them forever now."

Nick Offerman never washed his feet himself again, as Lewis was his foot licker.

Lewis never came home, he kept being whipped by fat, stinky old homophobes who shoved their dirty socks into his mouth and put their dirty underpants in his face. And Lewis had never been happier than when he was caged with stinky socks in his mouth or licking Nick Offerman's long feet.

And he had finally found his outlet. Nothing relaxed him more than banging a fag.

END OF THE STORY

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🇫🇷 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇫🇷

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE

HUMILIÉ PAR UNE CÉLÉBRITÉ #36 :

NICK OFFERMAN, acteur américain

Nick Offerman était un très bel homme quand il était jeune. Pour moi il reste attirant même s'il est plus vieux. Son ventre rond et poilu font qu'il est sexy, mais aussi son charisme font de lui un mâle qui mérite d'être vénéré. Comme il est marié à une femme, je l'ai imaginé être vénéré par un pédé musclé dont l'âge n'est pas précisé afin que vous puissiez vous imaginer à la place de l'esclave.

- L'ESCLAVE D'UN VRAI MÂLE POILU -

Nick Offerman, acteur américain de 52 ans, aimait sa vie. Acteur et menuisier, il était occupé. Mais il n'avait pas eu d'enfants de son épouse l'actrice Megan Mullally. Il avait envie de rentrer à la maison et d'être vénéré. Mais il aimait son épouse d'un amour trop puissant et sincère pour vouloir l'esclavager.

En revanche, il aurait aimé qu'une personne faible se soumette à lui, le traite en vrai Roi. Son âge mûr et son ventre poilu le rendaient attirants aux yeux des jeunes homos. En s'inscrivant sur un site de rencontres gay, il ne s'attendait pas à recevoir autant de messages de jeunes garçons obéissants.

Lorsqu'il publia une photo de ses pieds, les messages se sont multipliés par 10 ! Les garçons de goût age suppliaient de les prendre comme amant ou comme esclave !

Heureux d'être toujours aussi attirant à son âge, il décida de choisir un jeune homme légèrement musclé mais surtout qui était prêt à tout quitter pour être l'esclave d'un homme. Lewis voulait que son maître sois plus vieux que lui car il considère les vieux plus attirants et supérieurs aux jeunes hommes. Déçus des garçons de son âge, Lewis rêvait d'appartenir à un homme ressemblant à un papa. Pourtant, Nick Offerman est un fier mâle blanc hétérosexuel élevé dans la croyance de l'infériorité naturelle des homos, ou plutôt des pédés.

L'esclave et l'acteur se sont rencontrés dans un bar après que Nick Offerman ait donné un concert. Il avait retiré son tee-shirt, et l'avait jeté dans la foule, ce qui avait provoqué une bagarre générale car nombreux étaient les pédés qui voulaient renifler sa sueur puante ! Lewis, qui avait regardé le concert, avait été impressionné par le ventre rond poilu de Nick et avait eu une érection en s'imaginant en train de lécher et renifler ses aisselles poilues, ou encore ses chaussettes suantes.

Nick Offerman commanda au bar plusieurs ailes de poulets, et Lewis eut l'audace de prendre ses mains pour nettoyer la sauce sur ses doigts. Pour cela, il suca les doigts de l'acteur. Nick savait dès lors qu'il était face à un vrai pédé qui vénére les papa ours.

Il profita du bruit du bar pour approcher son visage du sien en faisant semblant de vouloir l'embrasser sur la bouche, alors Lewis ferma les yeux et ne vit pas que Nick n'a ouvert la bouche que pour lui roter en plein visage !!

BRRRRRRPTTT !!!!!!

Puis, face à la surprise de Lewis, il continua à lui roter au visage.

BBBRRRRTTTTTT !!!!!

NICK OFFERMAN : "T'aimes ça, hein, pédé ?!"

LEWIS : "Oh oui Maître vos rots sont divins."

Après que les deux hommes aient pris un verre, Nick Offerman proposa à Lewis de venir chez lui. Lewis n'hésita pas une seconde.

Ils ont roulés longuement, à tel point que Nick a ordonné à Lewis de sucer sa longue bite de papa. Lewis était honoré de faire cela. Lorsqu'il eut envie de pisser, Nick a maintenu la tête de Lewis sur sa bite pour l'obliger à avaler sa pisse.

Ils étaient en pleine campagne, et Nick Offerman a profité du fait que celui-ci était au sol entre ses cuisses occupé à sucer sa bite, car il n'a pas pu voir le chemin. Il serait impossible pour lui de retrouver la route, car la maison était cachée dans une immense forêt éloignée des routes principales.

Lorsqu'ils sont arrivés, Nick a pris le jeune homme dans ses bras, qui, même s'il était musclé, aimait être tenu par un homme âgé.

Arrivé dans la maison, Nick Offerman lui arracha ses vêtements. Désormais nu, agenouillé face à son maître, Nick lui ordonna de venir vers lui, à ses pieds.

NICK OFFERMAN : "Lèche mes bottes, pédé."

Le jeune homme lécha les bottes du maître, et celui-ci apprecia d'être traité en vrai Roi.

Puis, Nick Offerman se déplacea et attacha Lewis sur une croix en bois. Là, il le fouetta longuement, et même si les cris de souffrance était de la musique à ses oreilles, il finit par retirer ses chausettes.

Il ne les avait pas retiré depuis qu'il avait fixé rendez-vous à Lewis. Pendant une semaine sans se laver les pieds et changer de chaussettes, il avait dû subir les remarques de son épouse, mais elle l'aimait trop pour lui en vouloir de faire ses propres choix. Elle ignorait tout de la véritable raison des chausettes puantes de son mari.

Il les avait gardé afin qu'il puisse en mettre une dans la bouche de Lewis et l'autre attaché sur son nez. Grâce à cela, il n'entendait plus les cris de douleur de Lewis.

NICK OFFERMAN : "Oui, prends ça sale pédé! Putain tu me dégoute sale pédé ! Oui T'aimes ça les pieds puants d'un homme!"

Lewis était très excité par la puanteur des chaussettes du maître, mais il souffrait aussi. Nick le fouetta longuement avant de revenir le détacher pour le câliner, coller son corps rond puant et poilu contre le corps musclé du jeune homme. Il aima caresser son joli cul.

NICK OFFERMAN : "Tu as gagné ta récompense. Tu vas lécher mes pieds, pédé."

Lewis pleura de joie à l'idée de passer la nuit à lécher les pieds puants d'un homme qui ne s'était pas lavé les pieds plus d'une semaine.

Avec son peignoir autour de lui, Nick vit l'esclave s'approcher de lui tel un toutou.

NICK OFFERMAN : "Ta place est à mes pieds. Je suis heureux de t'avoir à moi."

Il alla dormir dans son grand lit confortable dans cette maison abandonnée. C'est là qu'il passa la nuit à se faire lécher les pieds par Lewis. De grands pieds puants et masculins, couverts de crasse et de saleté accumulée.

NICK OFFERMAN : "Voilà, moi je mange au lit et toi tu avale la crasse de mes pieds. Mes pieds sont comment, pédé ? Puants, hein ? Mais c'est l'odeur des pieds d'un vrai mâle blanc hétéro, je suis sûr que tu aime ça !"

Il laissa ses pieds dépasser du lit pour que Lewis puisse les lécher et les sucer plus facilement. Ses orteils étaient délicieux.

Le lendemain, Nick prit plaisir à être réveillé par un lèchage des pieds. Il détacha ensuite la laisse qui pendait au collier d'esclave de Lewis, qu'il accroché au lit, et prit la laisse pour tirer son esclave à genoux jusqu'à lui. Dans la salon, il prit son café en se faisant lécher les pieds. Cela dura plus d'une heure.

Lewis pressa son visage contre les grands pieds chauds de son maître et inspirait leur odeur masculine et chaude. Il n'était l'as mécontent d'être tombé sur un homophobe, car en bon pédé soumis aux hétéros, il vénérait cet homme qui le trouvait inférieur.

NICK OFFERMAN : "Viens ici pédé."

Nick Offerman ordonna à Lewis de venir sur le canapé, où il posa son gros cul puant sur son visage. Bien que musclé, Lewis n'était pas fort et ne résista pas au poid du cul de Nick. Il commença à péter sur la tête de Lewis, qui tentait de retenir sa respiration.

PPPRRRTTTTT PRRRRTTTTTTTTT !!!!!

NICK OFFERMAN : "Renifle mes pets, pédé."

Lewis fut bien obligé de renifler les pets puants, de plus en plus nombreux sur lui.

Nick s'adressa à Lewis, qui luttait sous le cul.

NICK OFFERMAN : "Je vais te garder avec moi, tu seras mon esclave sexuel, et je ne laverais plus jamais mes pieds. Je viendrais aussi souvent que possible, mais j'enverrai sinon des amis de confiance pour que tu les serves. Ils vont te former à être un esclave. Tu voulais lécher des pieds, tu seras servi. Mes amis sont tous des homophobes qui ne lavent pas leur pieds. Bienvenue au paradis."

Nick Offerman n'a plus jamais lavé ses pieds lui-même, car Lewis était son lécheur de pieds. Lewis n'est jamais rentré chez lui, il a continué à être fouetté par de vieux homophobes gros et puants qui lui enfoncaient leurs chaussettes sales dans la bouche et mettaient leurs caleçons sales sur son visage. Et Lewis n'avais jamais été aussi heureux que lorsqu'il était encagé avec des chaussettes puantes en bouche ou lorsqu'il léchait les longs pieds de Nick Offerman.

Celui-ci avait enfin trouvé son defouloir. Rien ne le détendait plus que de taper un pédé.

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

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[str8brostink]

I arrived on campus, my senior year of college, to check in to my dorm room. I know what you’re thinking, a dorm room your senior year? Well I had just transferred schools. For my senior year I could finally transfer from community college to my local state school! And while I didn’t want to be away from my friends for my senior year I knew it was the right decision. It did make me nervous that a bunch of people I went to high school with went here but I figured I’d keep to myself and avoid them if I ever saw any of them. 

When I arrived at my dorm building and told the woman at check in my name she gave me a baffled look. “Charlie Hoover? Sorry love, you’re in the wrong spot. Says you’re living in apartment 2H”. This was startling to me. “Uh sorry are you sure? I registered to live in a single in this dorm building months ago” 

The woman at the desk knitted her eyebrows and looked at the screen in front of her. “Hmm that is odd. According to these records you were moved to apartment 2H just last night.” The woman put her index finger to her lips and then just shrugged it off. “Oh well. Off ya go!” She smiled almost dismissively. 

I hesitated and almost walked away, but thankfully I’ve been working in my confidence. “Sorry uhm actually could you see about moving me back to my original room? I don’t have any friends here and don’t really want to live in an apartment with strangers…” 

The woman gave me a soft look and replied “I can’t do that love, especially since all of the dorms are booked up. I suggest you find your apartment and then write a nice email to the housing department in a couple weeks once you’re settled in.” She smiled me away again and this time I went with the current. 

Back in my car I was panicking as I typed my new apartment into maps. Why was I moved to an apartment, and last night too? 

My car slowly meandered towards the back ends of campus where the upperclassmen apartments were. Driving through the parking lot I saw various students unpacking their cars with friends. Finally I arrived at row H where my apartment would be. And to my surprise most of the students unloading there were tall jocks. Was this the athletics block? 

I gathered my two suitcases and my back pack and began to trek across the lot to the apartments, scanning them for 2H. Once I spotted it I approached and used my key to open the door. 

Inside there was music bumping and the apartment smelled… well let’s just say it smelled lived in. I climbed the stairs dragging my bags along with me and once reaching the top I saw three guys. The first two were tall muscular jocks. One blonde and one with dark brown hair. They were intimidating in their own right but it was the third guy who caused me to lose my breath. 

Standing across from me was my high school bully, Brogan Thorpe. Except now Brogan was massive. I’ve heard of the freshmen twenty but it looks like Brogan got a freshmen twenty, sophomore twenty, and junior twenty. Not only was Brogan chubbier in his face and body but he now had a full greasy beard. 

Once Brogan spotted me a huge grin spread across his face and he shouted “there he is! Man of the hour! The Fart Hoover!!” 

I was panicking again. I wanted to run but I had no where to go. How was this happening?! The two other guys laughed at me along with Brogan. I was in shock as Brogan walked across the room with purpose. Brogan gripped my neck with his big calloused hand and forcefully guided me away from the stairs and deeper into his den. Or I guess I should say our den. 

“Trev, Greg, this is the famous Fart Hoover.” Brogan declared as he pushed me down on the couch and then sat down next to me. Trevor, the blonde, gave me a dopey smile and waved to me. While Greg narrowed his eyes at me sort of scaring me. 

I spoke up for myself for the first time since entering. My voice like a mouse. “My name is Charlie…” 

Brogan laughed at me again and then threw his giant arm over my shoulder. He pulled me in closer to him. I was overwhelmed by his BO. “No need to be modest Hoover. The boys know all about your fart sucking passion. His real name is Fart Hoover”. Brogan declared, emphasizing the world real.

My face burned crimson. How is this happening? “H-how i-is this happ-happening” i was shivering in fear. 

“Awww buddy!” Brogan began to jab at my ribs. I winced and tried to pulled away but his arm over my shoulder held me close. “My uncle’s the Dean. So when i found out you were transferring i had him move you in with us. Last minute too so you had no way to get out of it. And now you’re here all year and you get to be my full time Fart Hoover. More than you ever were in high school” Brogan Trevor and Greg all laughed 

“We had beans for breakfast for you Fart Hoover!” Trevor interjected with cheer. It was mortifying to hear some guy I just met already call me by my humiliating high school nickname. 

In high school Brogan was considered the hottest most popular guy. But early in our freshmen year, at a party, Ashley Lieu one of the most popular girls in our grade said she thought i was more attractive than Brogan. I remember feeling confident for the first time ever in that moment but Brogan shut that down quickly. 

“Him? Nah, no way. What’s your name?” Brogan asked me dismissively. “I’m Charlie Hoover” I reached my hand out to Brogan which he ignored. “Hoover?!” Brogan laughed and the rest of the group joined in with him. “Here i got something for you to vacuum up, Hoover”. I was taken aback by his statement. Brogan stood up and pushed his butt right in my face ripping a loud long squeaker on my face. “Come on deep whiffs Fart Hoover!” Brogan didn’t move off my face until i took deep inhales through my nose. 

The guys in the group all laughed while the girls shouted things like “ewww”. It was safe to say after that Ashley Lieu did not find me attractive anymore. That was also the last party i was invited to for all of high school. And from then on Brogan made it his mission to fart on my face whenever he could. All of high school i was known as the Fart Hoover. Brogan and all his buddies would pin me down in the l locker room or in the bathroom just to make me sniff ass. Sometimes they’d corner me after school and make me sniff each of their butts and farts. The worst was when Brogan would ‘sneak’ me into his wrestling practices so him and some teammates could practice pins on me. It was disgusting, humiliating, and took me a long time to get over…

Brogan ripped a brutal sounding wet monster of a fart on the couch next to me pulling me from my self induced flashback. “Awww Bro!” Trevor and Greg burst out laughing along with Brogan at the fart. I stared at Brogan in horror watching his scrunched up face shift to pleasure as he finished farting. And no sooner than finishing Brogan’s arm slithered off my body and repossessed my neck. Brogan stood from the couch quickly and forced my face directly into the cushion he was just sitting on. 

The stink overwhelmed me instantly. Oh my fuck. It smelled of stinky eggs. “Deep whiffs!!” Brogan shouted as he smeared my face into the warm cushion. I don’t know if it was his body warmth or the fart but between the heat and the stink I felt like i was suffocating. Regardless, like i was on autopilot i began to sniff the fart with earnest. Sucking the cushion with passion. 

Brogan, Trevor, and Greg cackled at my eager fart sniffing like they were animals. “Oh my god Bro! You weren’t kidding!” Trevor shouted and Greg added with disbelief “that’s so disgusting dude” 

I sniffed and i sniffed until I could it smell any more of Brogan’s rotten egg fart. And shortly after i stopped sniffing Brogan released his hold on my neck. 

Instead of standing I slipped down onto my knees and looked up at the three jocks in the room with me pathetically. Trevor was on me in a second. “Fuck bro I’m not waiting. I’ve clenching my cheeks all morning. It’s aboutta smell good”. Trevor jokingly raised the octave of his voice as he said the word good. Trevor had his hand in my hair and yanked my face into his perky gym shorts covered butt. 

Trevor’s butt smelled musky and sour. “Oo that feels weird” he remarked at the feeling of my face being mustered in his butt crack. “Looks gay as fuck” Greg said sounding disgusted. 

With no warning a deep bassy fart bellowed out of Trevor’s butt and onto my face. Instinctively I began to whiff and whiff and whiff. Burning my sinuses with Trevor’s fart. I gagged but continued to sniff. The guys all laughed at the funny sounding fart and even more at my pathetic deep sniffing. “Damn you love this shit Fart Hoover. Just wait until after one of my hockey practices” Trevor remarked. 

After Trevor let go of my hair and stepped away from me I couldn’t even bring myself to look up. I was disgusted with myself. I’d worked so hard the last three years. I was finally becoming a man but in a matter of seconds here I was again. Nothing a but a Fart Hoover. 

“Let’s go Greg! You talk big all the time about how your farts are the worst. Prove it with Fart Hoover.” Brogan goaded Greg to take a turn with me. 

Greg scowled. “Yea my farts are the nastiest! But this is weird. I don’t want some losers face in my butt” 

Brogan reached out and grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks between his gross fingers. Directing my gaze upwards towards Greg. “Aww come on dude. It’s not weird he has a face made for farting on!”

This made Greg laugh a little. “Okay, I guess I have to agree his face does look perfect for farts.” 

Brogan let go of my face. “That’s the spirit!”

I didn’t even want to start thinking about what it could possibly mean that my face looked perfect for getting farted on. 

Greg approached me again wearing his darkened look. Eyes narrowed nose slightly scrunched. Looking at me like I was disgusting to him. “You want farts, Hoover?” He said with an aggression. Nearly spitting on me.

I glanced at Brogan and he raised his eyebrows looking at me sternly. I knew what the right answered was. My voice shook. 

“Yes please” 

Greg smirked and then turned around presenting his butt to me. Greg then pulled down the back of his sweatpants and boxers exposing his bare ass to my face. Greg’s butt cheeks were covered in thick black hair and long wiry hairs tangled out of the whole length of his butt crack. I gasped at the sight while Trevor and Brigham howled with laughter. “Might as well give him an authentic experience, buns out” Greg shrugged.

“Dude you were calling us gay a minute ago and now you’re letting the pussy touch your bare ass?!” Trevor teased 

Greg turned mooning his friends. “Fuck off, if your ass was half as hairy as mine you’d he using it to your advantage too”. Greg shook his butt at them and then turned back to my awaiting face.

The miasma of heat emanating from Greg’s butt had me feeling woozy. His hand gripped my hair and guided my face into his butt crack.  Greg’s butt crack was so hairy and so damp I felt sick. He rubbed my face around in there a bit too! Wiping his butt sweat all over me. And then he unleashed a guttural blast. It lasted so long and the sound was squishy and gross! I was struggling to break free of his grip and get my nose away from the stink but Greg wouldn’t let me go. I gagged and cried. But more importantly I sniffed! I sniffed as hard as my nose would allow! I was the Fart Hoover! This is my purpose! No! Wait that’s wrong! My name is Charlie!

Oh fuck I was gonna be sick. Greg’s butt and fart were disgusting and I couldn’t stop sniffing! 

Finally letting me go I slipped from Greg’s hairy butt. My face was wet. Be it sweat or butt slime. “So gross dude” Greg remarked as he pulled his pants back up and walked away from me into the kitchen. 

I felt so defiled. “Alright Hoover, follow me. Let’s get you unpacked in your bedroom”. Surprisingly, Brogan grabbed both of my suitcases for me and carried them back towards my bedroom for me. I sheepishly followed behind him. 

“See ya in a few fart face” Trevor called behind me. 

Arriving in my room Brogan had already begun to unpack my clothes for me. He did so carelessly. Mixing underwear with shirts and jeans with socks. I’d have to reorganize later. Brogan glanced at me continuing to unpack my bags with a speed. “Close the door and make your bed.” He demanded. And I obeyed. 

I hated letting him boss me around. I thought I was better than this and yet…

I pulled my sheets from my bag and started making my bed. By the time I finished Brogan had also ‘unpacked’ the rest of my clothing. No quicker than I tucked in my last blanket Brogan had pinned me on my bed. His massive chubby body squishing me into the mattress with ease. Our faces were inches apart and he stared at me with that disgusting sadistic lust. Brogan leaned in slightly closer and then belched right into my face. It was wet and sounded horrible so close up. And the stench was rotten. 

Our eyes remained locked and I whimpered at Brogan. He responded by lightly blowing his burp air into my face. And I sniffed! Oh fuck I sniffed so deeply. It smelled so nasty! I gagged under his body weight. How could someone’s burp smell so badly!? Does he ever brush his teeth?!

Brogan chuckled at me. “Good Fart Hoover”. Brogan then lifted himself off my body but pinned my wrists with his hands and slid his crotch directly over my face. Brogan then began to lightly hump and tea bag my face. His navy blue mesh gym shorts were so musky and provided little barrier. “I’ve missed you Hoover” Brogan said softly as he continued to thrust on my face. He then slid forward so his butt was on my face. “Please, you’re so disgusting!” I cried beneath him. 

“I’m disgusting?!” Brogan sounded offended. “Nah I think you’ve got us mixed up bud” And I heard a hot silent fart hiss from his cheeks. It burned so badly. The stench was of eggs hot boiled stinky eggs. I sniffed it all. I sniffed it all with a gusto. Brogan laughed at my inhales. “You’re disgusting Hoover”. 

Brogan then readjusted himself so he was facing my feet. “Case in point. You missed me too huh?” Brogan said as he flicked my rock hard dick that was nearly sticking out of my khaki shorts. That’s right…. There’s a part of me I’ve been keeping secret.

After Brogan had first farted on me back in the day it turned into a regular thing. He farted on me so much, every day multiple times a day, that I started to find him and his farts arousing. I think it was a defense mechanism. Brogan had literally conditioned me to fall in love with his stinky ass and nasty farts. No matter how much I told myself I hated farts they’d still turn me on.

And Brogan knew what he did to me too. When we were in public or with his friends his bullying was cruel but in private, just the two of us, he got erotic. There were times when he’d make me touch myself while forcing me to sniff his farts. A part of me even believed for a bit that Brogan liked me and farting on me in the same way I liked him. But that was all too good to be true right? Brogan had numerous girlfriends over the years. And yet even when he was in a relationship he’d send me snaps of himself farting with captions like “go jerk off to this Hoover”. 

I spent my formative years obsessing and fearing Brogan. But after spending the last three years apart and getting some therapy I thought I’d finally moved on from him and his farts. I hadn’t even jerked off to anything fart related in over a year! I was so proud of myself for finally making a man of myself. All for it to crumble beneath Brogan’s swampy ass. 

A deep gurgly fart grumbled from Brogan’s butt. It vibrated my entire face. “Fuck, Hoover. Sniff that shit” Brogan moaned and began to lightly bounce on my face. I’d missed this so much. I inhaled with all my might which caused me to gag aggressively. 

Brogan hopped off my face and the bed. Once standing he yanked his shorts and boxers down. I looked over at him, now just wearing his stained tank top. Brogan’s massive thick hairy thighs and beefy butt in full view and I was in love again. But of more important note Brogan’s dick was standing at full mast. 

Brogan looked down at me and licked his lips and then began to rub his cock. “You’re gonna sniff mine, Greg and Trev’s farts every day Hoover. You’re going to suck them all up like the good Fart Hoover you are.” Brogan squeezed his dick and his eyes rolled back. “I’m going to make you eat my farts every day and you’re going to thank me for it”. I couldn’t believe Brogan was jerking off in front of me. He’d never gone this far before.

I couldn’t resist any longer, my hand slipped into my shorts and I began to rub my dick as well. Brogan continued. “I’m gonna fuck so many chicks on campus and afterwards you’ll be here to sniff my sweaty ass and farts. That’s all you’re good for!” 

We were both jerking off with a ferocity now. Brogan is perfect. I love his chubby belly. i love how much he stinks. I love how mean he is to me. “And you’re not allowed to have sex Hoover. Not that you could get anyone in the first place. But you belong to me. My farts are your sex” 

This made me cum in my shorts. Brogan was right his farts are my sex and they always have been. I’ve never been with a girl or a guy. And despite trying to find new sexual interests this last year the truth I’ve always known is that nothing turns me on like farts, like Brogan’s farts. 

“Your farts are my sex!” I moaned out like a pathetic bitch. It was the loudest I’d been since entering my new home. I seemed to surprise Brogan but excite him. His cock now slurping as he slid up and down it. And then he came. Shooting cum all over my bed. He continued to jerk himself off until his dick deflated. And then he wiped his slimy hand on one of my pillows. 

Brogan leaned over my face, his balls grazing me until he settled his bare ass on my nose. His butt was sweaty and he slowly moved it around on my face. Almost like he was trying to pet my nose with his butt crack hair. “I’m happy you’re here Hoover.” 

I was mortified and disgusted with both myself and the state of Brogan’s nasty butt which he was smearing on my face. But more importantly I couldn’t have been happier.  And I was looking forward to however Brogan would humiliate me next! 

great story! you should write a second part

[stinkverse]

Dom Qoutes : Season 7 : MattonTop

Held in position with no escape like the good dog you are. I will loosen my grip gradually as you sniff, lick, and kiss between my cheeks, slowly becoming more devoted and obedient. Freedom comes with proving you serve my ass! Then we can work on sniffing farts.

*In collaboration with @findomfaust*

[str8brostink]

[thestinkverse]

Dom Qoutes : Season 7 : Jakipz

The deal was if you were late home one more time that you would have to be my seat for the night. Well guess who isn't home on time? You! And guess who didn't shower after his evening run? Yeah that's right, ME! Get your face back home quick for daddys ass!

*Inspired by @Jakipz on twt/X*

[bigbeefymen2]

bear butt

[nicolettosworld]

Thanks for your invitation, my bro... Ready for a long assfacesitting with your gorgeous furry ass

[dudestinky123]

Private Daniel’s Smelly

Wake-up Call

The dense forest was a tomb of echoing silences and suffocating darkness, a relentless void where time seemed to decay into madness. In this subterranean hell, the squad of soldiers, existed in a limbo of despair and camaraderie.

Sergeant Jameson, his features etched with the brutal graffiti of war and confinement, maintained a vigil over his men. Private Daniels lay among them, unconscious, a casualty of the relentless grip of hunger and exhaustion.

It was Corporal Thompson who shattered the monotony, his eyes sparking with a hint of untamed mischief. “Yo, dudes, check this out,” he grinned, the shadows dancing on his face. “Let’s give ol’ Daniels a welcome back he ain’t gonna forget!”

The soldiers, starved for entertainment, rallied to Thompson's call with a mix of enthusiasm and desperation. Private Miller was the first to act, swaggering over to Daniels with the confidence of a high school quarterback in his prime. “Watch and learn, boys,” he boasted, lowering his rear near Daniels’ head. With a grunt, he unleashed a deep, thunderous fart, the sound ricocheting off the cave walls. The stench that followed was a tangible entity, a beast unleashed, rich with the odors of undigested rations and bitter survival.

“Dude, that’s rank!” exclaimed Jackson, his voice a mixture of disgust and admiration. They all laughed, a sound that was a relief.

Thompson, not to be outdone, stepped up with a sly smirk. “Time for the main event, gents.” He executed his maneuver with dramatic flair, waddling down low into Danny’s face and producing a fart that cut through the air like a knife. The smell was fierce, an acidic burn that seemed to sear even their nostrils. “That’s how it’s done!” he declared, puffing out his chest in triumph.

Lastly, Jackson took his turn, the youngest and most impish of the group. He draw a large laugh from the crowd by lowering his trousers, and sumo squatting his ass, covered only by (both sweat and shit stained) boxers…lining up the crack to the center of the poor lad’s face. With a conspiratorial smirk, he let loose a silent but deadly emission, a stealthy gas that spread like a whisper of doom. Its scent was a complex narrative of decay, a slow invasion of the senses.

As the concocted stench enveloped them, Daniels began to stir. His first conscious act was to recoil, his face contorting in horror and disbelief. “What the—? Holy hell, guys!” he gasped, his voice raspy and incredulous.

In the cave's murky light, Thompson and Jackson moved towards Daniels with a glint of mischief in their eyes, their steps measured and deliberate. Thompson’s hands were firm and unwavering as they secured Daniels' wrists to the cold, gritty cave floor. Jackson, chuckling, adjusted Daniels' head with an equally firm grip, ensuring the trooper’s nose was perfectly aligned for maximum exposure.

“Ready for round two, Danny boy?” Thompson taunted, his voice rich with dark amusement. Jackson sniggered, his fingers expertly tilting Daniels’ chin to just the right angle.

Daniels, groggy and disoriented, managed a whimpered protest, “What the fuck!… I’ll beat your asses…” His words slurred, blending into the damp, heavy air of the cave.

Miller, standing ready for his performance, smirked down at Daniels. “Oh you want ass?” Throwing some of those watching in into fits of laughter. “You’re gonna love this encore, man,” he declared with theatrical bravado. He also lowered the uniform before squatting, aligning himself with a precision that was almost clinical. Because of the restrainment, Daniel’s nose was in clear view as it got smooshed up against Miller’s wide crack. The first release was a thunderous blast, a potent sound that echoed off the trees, followed by a stench that was both immediate and overwhelming. It was a direct hit, engulfing Daniels’ senses in a maelstrom of foulness.

The soldiers burst into laughter, their howls echoing through the cave. “Direct hit!” shouted Jackson, barely able to contain his glee. Thompson’s grip on Daniels’ wrists momentarily loosened as he doubled over in laughter.

Seeing Daniels squirm, Thompson quickly reasserted his hold. “Oh no, you don’t,” he said, a grin in his voice. “We’re not done yet.”

As they readjusted their grip, positioning Daniels for the next assault, Miller was already prepping for his second act. “Gotta make this one count, boys,” he said, a wicked anticipation lacing his words.

With a gleeful countenance, Miller executed his second fart, a sharp, ripping sound that sliced through the cave's stale air. The stench was a tangible entity, dense and suffocating, enveloping Daniels’ head in a toxic cloud.

Daniels, now fully awake, could only gasp and sputter in the fetid air. “God, you’re all sick!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with both revulsion and a begrudging respect for the absurdity of the situation.

The echo of their laughter hadn’t yet faded when Thompson, his eyes still sparkling with mischief, turned to the newest member of their squad, Private Harris. “Your turn, newbie. Show us what you’ve got,” he challenged, his tone playful yet edged with the unspoken hierarchy of their brotherhood.

Harris, eager to prove his mettle, stepped forward with a mixture of anxiety and eagerness etched on his youthful face. Meanwhile, Miller, not content with just being a spectator now, moved to Daniels’ legs, gripping them with unnecessary force, ensuring their victim was fully immobilized. “Can’t miss the show,” he joked, his grin devilish in the lantern’s flickering light.

Daniels, trapped and resigned, could only grunt in response, his eyes wide with apprehension and a hint of indignation. “This is so messed up,” he muttered, the resignation in his voice tinged at the absurdity of his predicament.

Harris, continuing the tradition positioned his crack down the center of Daniel’s face, then emboldened by the camaraderie and the bizarre ritual of initiation, let loose. His first attempt was a small gust, more a puff than a roar, which elicited chuckles and a few encouraging shouts of “Come on, Harris, you can do better!”

Flushing with determination, Harris squared his shoulders and, with a concentrated effort, unleashed a second fart, this one louder, more assertive, echoing through the cave with a resonance that spoke of untapped potential. The smell hit them like a wave, a robust blend of fear, adrenaline, and the remnants of their meager rations.

“Damn, rookie, not bad!” Thompson exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and respect. Daniels, his face a mask of disbelief and discomfort, could only shake his head and groan, “Oh, God, why me?”

As the stench enveloped them, a camaraderie forged in the most unlikely and unsavory of circumstances bubbled to the surface. The laughter that followed was unrestrained, filling the cave with echoes of their shared absurdity. The soldiers, each playing their part in the bizarre theater of their survival, found solace in the ridiculousness of their actions.

Thompson, always one to escalate their antics, clapped his hands with enthusiasm, signaling his intent to take their crude game to the next level. “Alright, boys, let’s amp this up!” he declared, his voice a mix of command and excitement. The squad, energized by the previous rounds of their juvenile game, eagerly awaited Thompson’s next move.

With a conspiratorial glance at his captive audience, Thompson approached Daniels, who was still pinned down by Miller and Harris. “You think you’ve had it bad, Daniels? Brace yourself, buddy,” Thompson teased, his tone light yet tinged with the promise of further mischief. Suddenly as he began calmly walking up to the site of his seat, he lowered both his trousers as well as boxers, revealing an awfully hairy and sweaty bare ass. Immediately all the men started to howl, enthralled with this entertainment. Thompson, with a performer’s flair, carefully aligned himself, ensuring that there were no barriers between the impending blast and Daniels’ nose. His dirty hole spread just atop the private’s flaring nostrils. The other soldiers gathered around, their previous exhaustion temporarily forgotten in the wake of their growing amusement.

With a dramatic pause, Thompson executed his fart, a loud, resonant blast that seemed to echo through the cavern. His anus momentarily pulsed against Danial’s only open airway and smooshed his nose upward leaving no room for mercy when blasting into it. The smell was immediate and overpowering, a direct hit that left no room for escape or denial.

The reaction was instantaneous. The soldiers roared with laughter, their camaraderie reinforced through the shared absurdity of the moment. Daniels, caught in the direct line of fire, could only groan and laugh, his protests muffled by the collective mirth of his squad.

“Thompson, you’re officially the king of the cave,” Jackson declared, slapping Thompson on the back, their earlier tensions dissolved in the unifying ridiculousness of their situation.

Even Sergeant Jameson, who had watched the proceedings with a mix of disbelief and reluctant amusement, couldn’t hold back a grudging smile. “You men are unbelievable,” he said, shaking his head, yet the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his enjoyment of the spectacle.

[dudestinky123]

Bully from the 90s sharing his experiences …

-Estimating 7 sec per fart-on-command- 60/7= 8.57 farts on face per minute x [40 min -5x switch’s=39min + 35 sec] = 339.23 huge farts for 40min 169.62 farts from each bully “Significant portion of the afternoon”

That’s a lot of blasts to take in a row! considering you can shut yr mouth but you can’t close yr nostrils!😂😂😂

[dudestinky123]

“I’m not doing this dare anymore ” I said “No you won’t or else I’ll beat the shit out of you.” He grabbed my head and positioned his ass onto my face. The smell was already too much. He started rubbing his smelly ass in my face “Take it ALLL in dude” he said. “Tyrell it reeks!” I moaned into his dirty ass. “Ya that’s the point” he said with a snicker. “Let me go!” I yelled. “You’re getting pretty annoying.” He ripped off a small piece of duct-tape and placed it over my mouth. “Now get back in there and finish the dare” Tyrell said with a laugh. I didn’t want to get beaten up so I voluntarily placed my face by his ass. “Get in there closer. Nick, is he in a good position? He needs to be because the dare was to sniff up all my farts for 10 minutes” Tyrell asked Nick who was filming the whole thing. Nick grabbed the back of my head and pushed it against his ass, while turning my head upwards so that my nostrils were pressed right up against his asshole. “He is now” Nick said with a grin. “Hahaha, dude I can literally feel his nose pressing right against my asshole. Man, Benny are you ready because this is going to stink and you have to breath it right in!!” Tyrell laughed. I could only breath out of my nose now and I was already gagging from the smell of Tyrell’s ripe ass. “There now just relax and enjoy the breeze.” he said sarcastically. “I ate three cans of beans for lunch today, and chili for dinner and I haven’t shit yet so you’re in for a good time.” I moaned as I felt the gust on my nose with the sound of a fart with it. It was the worst thing I ever smelt in my life. I would have gladly spent a year in a public men’s bathroom then be there at that point. “Aw ya smell that bro? Smells good right?” The toxic ass fumes were making me dizzy. I just kept my face there and accepted my fate at that point. Fart after fart it went on forever and Tyrell was loving it. “It’s getting kind a hot now, back up” As I removed my face he pulled down his boxers and got back into position. He was right it was hot. His ass was wet and sweaty which just made matters worse. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into his hot sweaty ass crack “Get in there.” he said. My nose was touching right up to his hole. At that point I had no more energy to struggle. He released a wet 10 second long fart directly into it. “No filtration, much better right?” he said. “Dude, I’m getting all of this on video!” Nick laughed. It smelled like shit, literally it smelled like he was about to shit in my face. He didn’t though. He let rip over and over for another half hour and I just took it like his little fart bitch. Even though the dare was only ten minutes Tyrell was having too much fun torturing me to stop..