Alvrik

Most desperate fart slut in Shatterstone College, sniffing more farts, than air. Can't survive without being used as a pig. Owned by Daddy Garret, reporting to Lord Stone @thestinkversedosm

[alvrik]

Update on Daddy Garrett's servitude: I miss him really much, his scent, his power, his crushing ass, that destroyed my face and furniture, and the most his protein farts, that burned my nose. I sniff his used jockstrap, that he gave me, everyday to remember his smell and goon for it. I'm just his loyal seat and no more!

@thestinkversedoms

[thestinkverse]

TheStinkverse Crossovers : Seat for a Titan

The entire gym session was a disaster. Did Wonho still get a good workout for arms and glutes? Yes, but one of the jocks spent the entire hour being loud and annoying, farting around a fellow jock friend as 'motivation'. Wonho was cute, kind, and usually chill, but tonight he decided to bring out The Titan.

"Sorry Carter, please don't fart on me again! I promise to be bett..." The weaker jock gets cut off as a massive fart roars into his face from Carters sweaty ass and echoes in the gym. "No apologies, no promises, just progress! If you can't overpower me then just accept my farts! Now get out of here you weak whiny mess! You should be thankful to smell such powerful farts!" Carter laughs, walking slowly out towards the changing rooms. Wonho sets down the weights and follows him out, slowly walking behind softly as Carter heads to the exclusive members room with soft padded benches. Oblivious to the beast of a man behind him he swipes his keyboard and pushes the door open slightly. "Mind if I join?" Wonho asks, face sporting a blank stare as he uses a single hand to push Carter into the room.

"Man you aren't supposed to be in here!" Carter turns around to face Wonho, quickly noticing he is no longer the largest in the room. Wonho simply kicks Carters leg and picks him up, laying him flat on the bench and crossing his arms over his chest to be held by a single of Wonhos hands. "Oh yeah, and who in here is going to kick me out? You disrupted my workout, and others had to leave with how annoying you were. Now you pay for interrupting the workouts of much more important people!" With Carter barely able to fight back against Wonho's grip, he can only lay and watch the bigger, beefier, body builder like man turn around and show his ass in compression shorts, a long slick line of sweat between the massive doughy cheeks.

"You too weak to fight back? You know what that means!" Wonho grunts, farting directly above Carters face, using his own gym discipline for wrestling team members against him. Carter can only try put on a strong front, slowly inhaling to try keep his composure as the stink is some of the worst he has dealt with. "Man fuck you! Who do you think...." Another burst of gas gags Carter mid sentence and makes him lose his composure. Trying to free himself he kicks the walls accidentally and hits his head off the cushioned bench a little. "Too weak to escape?" Wonho says again, this time lower his ass down to sit on Carters head. "Sniff!" He whispers with a silent eggy fart, fueled by the earlier meal of six eggs and a fiber based shake. Now he can feel the resistance in Carters hands start to weaken, a sign his gas is doing the trick. Wonho lets the fart linger for a few minutes allowing Carter to breathe it in from the sweaty fabric, almost like a gassy waterboarding. "Right, what do you say for the disruption in the gym?" Wonho rises up but keeps his grip on Carters crossed wrists. "Never! My methods are effective and that's all that matters!" Carter refuses to give up his control, a mistake that costs him more of his dignity than he could have imagined. "Look at that! Still can't overpower me! Guess this will let you see if your method truly is effective in making people grow!"

Wonho sits back down on Carters face, but this time he lifts his legs and lays them fully on top of Carters as he removes his hand. "By the way, you should be thankful to smell such powerful farts!" He laughs to himself thighs now keeping Carters hands trapped as Wonho sat full weight, his only support being how his cheeks wrapped around Carters head and touched the edges of the bench. Fart after fart rolls out, getting wetter as they go on. The stench is inhumane, but to Carter it did not matter, he would soon pass out as the soaked fabric of the compression shorts removed his ability to breathe anything but farts for the following hour that Wonho used him.

Carter woke up the next day and opened his phone to hundreds of notifications about a photo posted at midnight. It was him buried in a man's massive ass, photo cropped to not show Wonho's face. The entire Shatterstone Frat group chat was simply filled with #SeatforaTitan

[thestinkverse]

Dirty Desires : Creation of a dom

How could you have let your life get to this point. A few months ago you were on the football team, friends with all the players, and a great player. But now? Now you were just demoted to water boy as the previous one, Gabriel, beat you in the mid-season try outs the College held to ensure the best players were always on the team. Last time you had barely beat him for the final spot on the team, and this time around your fates were reversed. Unfortunately for you he was well aware of how you beat him previously. Contaminating his water with laxatives to wnsure he was unable to focus.

Now as you and him were in the locker room after the verdict, he would exact his revenge for costing him months of not playing. "Good playing out there!" You reach to shake his hand as he finsihes stripping off his training gear off. "Nah ah! I know what you did last time round...with the laxitive!" He watches in satisfaction as your face goes a ghostly white. "Yeah...thats what I thought! Now why don't you kneel and bow to me for forgiveness? Or maybe I will end up showing the team how you managed to get in with them!"

"Gabri..." you try speak up as he has you kneeling and bowing on the floor. "Shut it! Lick my perfect sweaty sole!" He demands, lifting his right foot up slightly and giving you the middle finger as you weakly shuffle forward on your knees to start obeying. You flinch at the taste but are too scared to back away so you just try your best to limit your gagging. As if to tease you, he opens a bottle of water and pours it down his leg so the water drips down over his foot and toes, right into your mouth in a mixture of sweat. "Thats my last serving of water to you as water boy! Now kneel up straight and put that little cheating face of yours in my ass!" His words are terrifying. The once unspoken and kind water boy now turned mean jock and dom. "Bu...but you haven't washed..." you choke on the sweaty water still costing your tongue. "And? Do I need to remind you that I have cctv footage of you outside the changing room, messing with my water? If say...the principal saw that....what do you think would happen?" Gabriel can't even hide the joy in his voice. After months of holding onto the footage, waiting to try out again and beat you fairly, it felt good to be in control of your destiny. Slowly you raise your defeated body and soul up straight to meet the warm sweaty fabric of his black Calvin's. The smell was already warm and funky from his workout. With a slow motion, Gabriel reaches around and grabs the back of your head, "Since you are a fan of laxatives this shouldn't be too bad for you!" A wet suffocating fart splutters out and forms a cloud of stink around your face. You risk inhaling but immediately stop and try squirm when the stink enters your nostrils. Holding you more firmly in place to accept his fart, Gabriel delivers a soul crushing statement. "May you embrace your new reality and role on this team! Maybe at the next try outs you can escape right?"

[thestinkverse]

This friday welcomes the arrival of the newest and long awaited corner of the Stinkverse...Will you accept Kenji's invitation?

[thestinkverse]

Dirty Desires : Letting you eat cake

You had just spent the day watching, waiting as your sisters boyfriend had fueled up on protein shakes, eggs, and fibre bars. He had caught you eating his specially ordered chocolate cake a few nights ago, just smirking as he let you devour it bit by bit. Afterwards he just said that there would plenty more cake to taste in time.

Fast forward to now. You are on your knees in the bathroom, watching him text on his phone. The stench coming from his hairy ass turning your stomach and making your eyes water already. "Okay boy, time for a very important lesson! I've text your sister to let her know we are having a little gaming night tonight, so she is staying at a friends place. You may be an adult by age, but clearly you don't know how to act like one, stealing another man's food. So here you are!" He slaps his ass, the cheeks jiggling in the jockstrap as the sharp sound echoed in the small tiled room. "All the cake you could possibly need! Face in, tongue out, and get to eating! The longer you take, the more you will get gassed, and best believe I already feel the rumbles! He snaps his fingers and goes on call to his friends as the evening of ass eating begins.

[thestinkverse]

Fictional Fantasies : A Hero's Desire

"Man please don't....I won't tell anyone please! Not again!" Those are the last words you get out before Peter Parker shoots his webbing on your lips, removing your ability to speak, but more importantly, making it so you can only breath through your nose. You try your best at the web restraints that held your legs against the floor, your wrists against the side of the chair, and your neck against the edge of the cushion. It was all useless as he lowered, using his suit covered ass to push your head back flat against the cushion of the chair, already indented a little from the last 3 days. Peter had asked you if you would let him try sitting on your face to see if you both like it. You did until the sweat and farts started, but he clearly loved it. So much so that when you tried to tap out he webbed you in place and started farting up your nose. Now it was day 4 and he showed no intention of slowing down on his new addiction.

"After a long day out fighting crime there is nothing like a comfortable seat and the feeling of a nose in my ass!" Peter laughs as he lets rip on your face. It's a swift deadly blast that stinks so much you kick and break through his ankle webbing a little giving you a brief moment of hope. "Finally you break it....after days!" He grunts with another fart as he shoots new webbing onto the broken part. "Good as new! Should last the rest of the week!" Peter laughs at his own sadistic statements and grinds down hard, letting the sweat in the fabric of his suits hydrate your dry skin as your nostrils only intale the gas of your friend turned Dom. Slowly you stop any form of movement and resistance, accepting you are just an object for him to sit on and pump full of gas. The person who was a hero to many was now the only person you would make contact with again.

[thestinkverse]

TheStinkverse Crossovers : Leave a mark (Mini follow-up)

"You watching bitch? Watching what your boyfriend pays me to do to him?" Master Bruce asks with glee in his voice, walking away from his phone towards Paxton laying out flat on the bed. "Please....let me sniff a fart Master," Paxton whimpers, having been destroyed over the last sixty minutes. He stares up at Master Bruce's ass, the perfect cheeks eclipsing his face in the black gym shorts. "Sniff? No! Open your mouth! You fart in people's mouths, so its only fair you take what you dish out!" The laughs fill the room as the massive man watches Paxton slowly give in and open his mouth.

Now looking at the camera, Master Bruce slowly lowers onto Paxtons face. He flexes his arms and kissed his biceps mid descent until he feels his seat trapped in the void of his ass with his arms trapped under the meaty thighs. "Fuck yeah swallow that fart!" Paxton's body shakes a little at the force and taste of the fart, not being used to recieveing his own torture technique yet being moments from flooding his pants with cum. "Keep watching Mark....watch as you pathetic boyfriend struggles under me, swallows my farts, and gets suffocated. Clearly you aren't satisfying all his needs, so he comes to a REAL man, a REAL alpha, with a REAL godly ass! I feel him fading, going to sleep under my ass where he belongs, while his mouth fills with my farts and his pants fill with his cum!" As Paxton fades to unconscious, Master Bruce walks back over to his phone, then lowers it to his ass and farts. "You better be on your knees at home watching this and saying your pledge bitch! See you next month to bruise that nose of yours again!"

* Since there is no Twitter posts until my acount is sorted, and you all loved the crossover last week, here is a mini extra :)*

[alvrik]

Captain Steel's ass owns my pathetic face!

Captain Steel's farts own my pathetic nose!

Captain Steel's feet own my mouth!

[stinkverse]

TheStinkverse Crossovers : Leave a Mark

"Who fucking owns you!" Master Bruce roars from on top of his latest seat. "you are!" His seat says muffled by the massive ass suffocating him. The deadly dom rises to reveal Marks face, red with his hair messed up and eyes barely open at the edge of the matress before dropping full weight to sit again. "Not how you answer me bitch!" He says with a punch to Mark's gut. "You own me Master!" Mark replies, muffled again but almost ready to blow his load.

An hour ago Mark turned down a gassing form his boyfriend Paxton, specifically on the orders of Master Bruce, so now he was as horny as could be. "Such a weak sub! You and your boyfriend taking turns each month to serve me, and you are supposed to be doms? Real doms don't beg for a massive, godly asian ass to take their breathe away do they? Now beg for it more!" Master Bruce leans forward slightly, stepping on his tippy toes off the edge of the bed. "Please....Master....Bruce....may....you....sit....on....my....face?" Mark takes almost a full minute to ask, his face being crushed every few seconds after each word with some farts in the mix. "I most certainly can you little bitch! Mouth open for my deadly farts!" Mark didn't have to be told twice, it was ingrained in his brain now that when he is told to swallow gas he must do so.

Lowering down onto Mark's willing gaping mouth Master Bruce farts mid descent, essentially sealing the gas into its rightful place. "Yeah that's it! Eat my farts!" He laughs, pulling out his phone to record as Mark started to struggle. The first set of taps were ignored completely. Then a few moments later Mark tries again. "Keep tapping but I ain't giving a seat mercy, you begged for this, why would I deny you?" A slight evil laugh is caught on the recording. Finally a third attempt at tapping is immediately ended. "Eat this one right up!" Master bruce grunts, grabbing Mark's arms and holding them on either side of him as a long drawn out airy fart erupts into his mouth. Even Mark's kicking for air slowed down, slowly blacking out.

"Fuc....." Mark Gasps. Brought back just before unconsciousness as he sees the light shine from above a standing Master Bruce. "You want my ass to end you? Say your fucking pledge seat!" Within seconds Mark, slightly out of breathe still and tasting the lingering farts in his mouth, started his pledge. "I pledge my servitude to Master Bruce's godly asian ass. My face is his seat to sit on, smother, and suffocate as he sees fit. I am but a slave and throne for him to use. His nasty farts are my oxygen which I will sniff and swallow as he commands. Nothing else matters, Abruce!!"

"Abruce!" He replies with a smirk and a sudden jump up. Mark can't prepare or move in time, just accepting his place as Master Bruce annihilated his facial structure. With contact comes a small crack sound but the softness and plumpness is all that matters to Mark. He is back in smother heaven, blowing his load hands free as he provides comfort to a superior ass. Back home Paxton gets a message from Master Bruce, "I left a mark on you last month, now your bitch of boyfriend has one too!" with a picture of Mark's messy unconscious face, nose bruised up from the drop of doom.

[thestinkverse]

Dirty Desires : Career prospects

He sends you the same clip every single night without any shame or any care for your mental wellbeing. Trent knew exactly what he was doing by sending it, and you also knew why. Last week the boss at your company called you both into his office and informed the two of you that there was a position opening up for a senior management in the next month. Knowing the two of your were likely the closest in the office, he didn't want to cause any harm or divide, instead saying that the two of you would have to come to a mutual agreement of who would get the position and who would then get a slight promotion to be the personal assistant to that person. Later that night Trent joked that he wouldn't work you too hard as his assistant, just making use of your love for his ass by making you his chair while working late. Yet even though it was intended as a joke, he saw the look in your eyes and the slight twitch in your pants. He knew he could use your lust to his advantage. So now you spend each evening jerking off to his ass, not mentioning the potential job promotion to your parents, and falling further into wanting to become his personal assistant. How long would it take you to crack and surrender your career?

[thestinkverse]

Ryota Hama : The Lesser Torture

"Oh it looks like the newbie has found himself in the corner! The question now is not IF he will suffer, but how he will suffer!" One of the commentators chuckles into the mic. "Yes thats right, and it looks like big Hama is walking towards the corner. Now for the newbie its vital he plays his cards right. A stinkface from Ryota Hama will not only be face crushing and stinking, but also soul crushing and humiliating. However, anytime an unlucky soul finds themselves in the corner and doesn't accept the stinkface, they suffer the charging butt bash fart combo instead and instantly lose to Hama pinning them!" The other commentator remarks, focusing in on the action as the crowd gets electric from the sight before them.

"Lets see what you are made of little man!" Hama laughs at the smaller feeble man in the corer before turning around and presenting his near 400lb ass. "No...please....not the stinkf...." The pathetic pleas are cut off as Hama drops down backwards and swallows the face of his opponent. The weight crushes the newbies face and chest, forcing the oxygen from his lungs as he begins to fight for each breath. It is the most humiliating thing possible. Body and face at the mercy of another man's sweaty ass while family and friends are in the crowd watching. "Pucker up newbie, or maybe you want the butt bash instead?." Hama whispers, a command to kiss his ass or suffer further. At the one minute mark the ref walks over, knowing Hama was now suffocating the younger man in the fatty folds of his ass. However, with the thought of being butt bashed and immediately losing, the newbie waves the ref away and subtly kisses the ass that was humiliating him. A few seconds later the weight is removed and the crowd goes silent as they watch the smaller man fall forward face first. Before he can recover his breath or even form a thought, Ryota Hama sits on his back to start the pinfall count. "Usually people can still fight after the stinkface, guess you are weaker than them all!" The taunting words echo in the losers ear as the ref finsihes the 3 count and names Ryota Hama as the winner.

[stinkverse]

TheStinkverse Crossovers : Leave a Mark

"Who fucking owns you!" Master Bruce roars from on top of his latest seat. "you are!" His seat says muffled by the massive ass suffocating him. The deadly dom rises to reveal Marks face, red with his hair messed up and eyes barely open at the edge of the matress before dropping full weight to sit again. "Not how you answer me bitch!" He says with a punch to Mark's gut. "You own me Master!" Mark replies, muffled again but almost ready to blow his load.

An hour ago Mark turned down a gassing form his boyfriend Paxton, specifically on the orders of Master Bruce, so now he was as horny as could be. "Such a weak sub! You and your boyfriend taking turns each month to serve me, and you are supposed to be doms? Real doms don't beg for a massive, godly asian ass to take their breathe away do they? Now beg for it more!" Master Bruce leans forward slightly, stepping on his tippy toes off the edge of the bed. "Please....Master....Bruce....may....you....sit....on....my....face?" Mark takes almost a full minute to ask, his face being crushed every few seconds after each word with some farts in the mix. "I most certainly can you little bitch! Mouth open for my deadly farts!" Mark didn't have to be told twice, it was ingrained in his brain now that when he is told to swallow gas he must do so.

Lowering down onto Mark's willing gaping mouth Master Bruce farts mid descent, essentially sealing the gas into its rightful place. "Yeah that's it! Eat my farts!" He laughs, pulling out his phone to record as Mark started to struggle. The first set of taps were ignored completely. Then a few moments later Mark tries again. "Keep tapping but I ain't giving a seat mercy, you begged for this, why would I deny you?" A slight evil laugh is caught on the recording. Finally a third attempt at tapping is immediately ended. "Eat this one right up!" Master bruce grunts, grabbing Mark's arms and holding them on either side of him as a long drawn out airy fart erupts into his mouth. Even Mark's kicking for air slowed down, slowly blacking out.

"Fuc....." Mark Gasps. Brought back just before unconsciousness as he sees the light shine from above a standing Master Bruce. "You want my ass to end you? Say your fucking pledge seat!" Within seconds Mark, slightly out of breathe still and tasting the lingering farts in his mouth, started his pledge. "I pledge my servitude to Master Bruce's godly asian ass. My face is his seat to sit on, smother, and suffocate as he sees fit. I am but a slave and throne for him to use. His nasty farts are my oxygen which I will sniff and swallow as he commands. Nothing else matters, Abruce!!"

"Abruce!" He replies with a smirk and a sudden jump up. Mark can't prepare or move in time, just accepting his place as Master Bruce annihilated his facial structure. With contact comes a small crack sound but the softness and plumpness is all that matters to Mark. He is back in smother heaven, blowing his load hands free as he provides comfort to a superior ass. Back home Paxton gets a message from Master Bruce, "I left a mark on you last month, now your bitch of boyfriend has one too!" with a picture of Mark's messy unconscious face, nose bruised up from the drop of doom.

[thestinkverse]

Dirty Desires : The fallout

Mason sat up on the couch everyday at 5:30pm, only in from work, with his sweaty socks on your face. He rarely changed his socks during the week, usually only on a Monday morning then he wore them to the following Monday. Yet it didn't matter that he came back on a friday with his white sock soles almost fully black and 50% made of sweat, you would be laid down on the carpet in front of the couch for him to use you as a foot stool. "Do my feet stink foot stool?" He would ask. To which the only acceptable answer was, "No Master Mason, your feet smell amazing and like a hard working man!" It wasn't always like this. Up until a few months ago you two were best friends and had no problem sharing the apartment. However one day you complained about him leaving his socks everywhere and expecting you to wash them. You made a snide remark about how he should be able to take care of his own socks, despite knowing in reality you shouldnt complain as he works almost 60 hrs and covers most of the rent. From that day on you have been his footstool, the scent of his sweaty eyewatering feet a reminder that he provides for the both of you.

[thestinkverse]

Dirty Desires : A new toy

"Thats it! Crawl! Crawl like the the little animal you are!" Justin growled at you, laying on the carpet of your bedroom floor with his ass exposed while recording your pathetic crawling. He had walked in on you jerking off last night and caught a glimpse of your phone screen playing fart porn. Immediately he decided to make use of your sub nature.

"Good boy! Now lean in, get your nose against my hole and sniff!" You do as he says, pale and shaking with embarrassment as he recorded your naked body crawling, and now willing sniffing his ass. "What do you want fart face? I can't seem to remember." His tone is dominant, yet when you look up you see him fighting to hold back his laughter. "A....a fart...Justin." you mumble. "A what? I can't hear you. And how about asking your master properly!" He reaches down and pulls your hair to force you to look dead center into his phone camera. "Please master Justin, I want a fart!" You groan, desperate for him to let go. Immediately you are shoved into his ass and fog horn like fart roars out against your nostrils. "As you wish fart face!" Justin stops recording but you stay put, pathetically sniffing and stroking your hard on to the smell of your flatmates fart.

[thestinkverse]

Dirty Desires : Change of heart....and shoes.

The groans of your displeasure barely registered to your master through his dirty socks and shoe strapped to your face. Arms strapped down, legs in the same predicament, and no one left to help you as the regret already started to set in after you felt it was wise to resist your masters order to buy him new socks and shoes an hour ago. "But they are fine for now." You groaned when he asked.

"You aren't for buying me new socks and shoes? Who the hell are you to deny Master's orders?" He laughs, stepping on your chest and causing you to cough. "Sniff deep and tell me again that I don't need new pairs!" He grunts with a kick to your chest. You knew better than to not sniff when asked to, and so you took a deep inhale while he stared eagerly at your chest to ensure you did as he commanded. For a moment you felt like you could hold in your gags, but the toxic fumes of his months of foot funk prove too strong and you start to gag and shake. "See? You were wrong as always! But it's okay, I'll grab your card and go out to treat myself to a new pair of shoes and a pack of those gym socks you love to sniff after I get nice and sweaty!" The weight is removed from your chest and you slowly inhale his ripe scent as the sweat in his sock continues to moisturize your mouth. His laugh echoes down the hallway as he walks away, grabbing your card on the way out. "MA....MASTER?" You yell, only to be muffled as you try fight against his binds. The only response you get is the sound of the door closing and being locked.

[thestinkverse]

Dirty Desires : Decade long stink

"It's been like what....10 years since we last did this?" Chris laughed as he stripped his sweaty blue sweatshirt off. He was right, it was exactly 10 years since he sat on your face. It was a common occurrence between the two of you. It started as a prank and teasing, but as the years went by he realised you enjoyed it a little too much and took advantage. He needed homework done? He got you to do it with the reward being his ass on your face for an hour. Now as he straddled your chest, you saw and felt the difference that an extra 100lbs added.

"You sure you can handle this like old times?" He stares over his shoulder, down at your face that is already sweating from the heat off his post football game ass. "Only one way to find out Chris!" You grin up at him, already hard. Chris takes a deep breath and slides backwards. His cheeks swallow your head, the grey fabric spilling around the sides to meet the pillows your head was on. "Oh its been too long since I had your pretty face under my dumpy!" Chris laughs as he gyrates a little. Despite the sensation of smothering, you weren't being crushed, his cheeks soft form allowing you to remain comfortable. Yet air was still a necessity so you tapped his thigh. "Ugh ugh..." He groans before pushing out a squeaky fart. "Remember what we used to call my ass?" His words tickle your brain as his fart tickles your nostrils. "The Chris Control Chamber!" You roar into his ass. "Thats right buddy! It controls your air. And if you resist before it lets your breathe, then it has no choice but to gas you until you cooperate!"

[thestinkverse]

Dirty Desires : Rent Free

Brent stood there flexing his arms right as you walked out from the shower. It had been over a week since you last had time to "relieve" your pent up lust, a fact he was all too aware of. Your eyes shot down to his bubble butt immediately, thinking of how that sweat mark meant his crack was definitely stinking in those underwear. Already you were distracted, dropping your waist towel and letting your rock hard boner spring free. "Damn my ass feels so good after squates and the stair master!" Brant teases with a chuckle, not even looking back at you, just hearing the soft sound of your knees hitting the dropped towel on the wooden floor boards.

"Before you proceed, you know the terms! Once your face hits my cheeks then you agree I don't pay rent this month!" Your face hits against his cheeks before he could fully finish his sentence. His musky scent made you leak as you deeply inhaled and started to jerk off, pushing your nose deep into his clothed crack. "Since you have already accepted the terms, might aswell kiss it buddy!" Brent laughs. You immediately pull your head from his crack and kiss both his cheeks passionately. "Thank you Brent. You always help me relax." You say breathlessly before diving back into his musky ass to self suffocate and pleasure yourself. This was the fourth month in a row you caved to your desires. Since he discovered your ass addiction you two made a deal that if you wanted to indulge in his ass you would pay his half of the rent. Never was he dominant, mean, or demanding. He remained the same charming guy. It was you who couldn't control yourself around him. "Better luck next month buddy!" He giggles as he feels your nose sniffing wildly, knowing you aren't going to last much longer before blowing your load to his covered ass cheeks.