Hello! Thank you for coming to my corner of hornyville! My name is Lanceon (you can call me Lance) and I write Erotic fiction. I've been writing fart fetish content since I was about 14 (my first story was a Ron Stoppable and Jake Long fanfiction).
You may have seen me before. I used to run several blogs on here. Most notably GayButtBoy, xXTheBrokenAceXx, L_O_A_A_C_S (Life of an asexual college student), TheFallenLlama14, and MORE!
Some things you won't see on my blog that is common for people in this corner:
-Scat content, Feet content, Father/Son content, Furry/Pokemon content (dont come for me, I'm a furry, I just don't like writing furry content)
Feel free to send suggestions, however, my projects take priority and if I don't think I can do it, then I'll let you know.
Like this was not a concensual, please hot box me in your car. It was, hey my computer isn't working when I leave here. Can you come with me so I can show you the issue. And we drive around the city and dude is farting up a storm, talking about "that shit stinks." And I'm rock hard. I'm going to fucking die I swear.
The Officer Vanover series is so fucking hot. I’ve been refreshing your page multiple times a day for the next part to come out. Any ideas on when that could be?
I have about 3k words written for part 4 right now. But I haven't had a lot of time to write recently. I've been extremely sick since last August (found out I have Ulcerative Colitis and Celiac Disease) and between working full time and trying to just survive, it's been hard to write.
I'm almost done though I swear. Hopefully be up next week!
Like this was not a concensual, please hot box me in your car. It was, hey my computer isn't working when I leave here. Can you come with me so I can show you the issue. And we drive around the city and dude is farting up a storm, talking about "that shit stinks." And I'm rock hard. I'm going to fucking die I swear.
Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Somewhat willing Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, Dubious-Consent, Forced Ass Eating (Rimming), Musky Dom, Mean Dom
March 19 -
I'm in the middle of writing a script when Brandon drops by my office. I startle as he knocks his first against the door. "Morning." I manage.
"Morning." He saunters in. "I need the grey boxers back."
"Dude!" My eyes dart past him to see if anyone is around. "Close the door." He rolls his eyes but closes the door anyway.
"I need the grey boxers back." He says again. "Drop them off at my locker in the gym."
"The gym? Wait you guys have a gym?" He examines me for a moment, I'm not entirely sure why, but he eventually nods his head.
"How long have you been working here again?"
"Month and ten days." I say looking at the calendar on my computer
"Seems longer." He shrugs.
"Also, I'm keeping the boxers." This surprises Brandon based on the expression he gives me. "They still smell like your cock and if you're going to keep making me sniff your rank ass, then I deserve something." I turn my attention away from Brandon and back to my computer. I've never really been a brazen person, but I'm feeling confident today. "Now if you don't need anything, I have work I need to get to."
He narrows his eyes at me. "Your obsessed with me aren't you." This takes me aback and I have to give him my attention again.
"Obsessed seems a bit much." I narrow my eyes back at him. "However, if you want to go there, you seem a bit obsessed with me." That was the wrong thing to say. His whole body shifts and he looks angry.
"Know your place, faggot." He gives me a pointed look before opening my office door. "And I better have my underwear back tomorrow."
"We'll see."
March 20 -
I'm a pussy, everyone knows it, you don't have to remind me. I arrive to the Police Department, grey boxers in my messenger bag, and I navigate the basement trying to find the gym. It doesn't take long, it's behind a door I've never been through before. When I walk in, Officer Sullivan and Officer Hanford are using the equipment, but they don't pay attention to me as I walk through to the marked locker rooms.
I arrive at Brandon's marked locker and open it. Waiting for me, is the pair of cobalt blue boxers from our first interaction with a sticky note on it. "I'm not obsessed with you. But you're obsessed with me." This is clearly a test of whether or not I take the boxers. Right?
Look I can admit this game we're playing is kind of fucked. But I'm single and may be a little lonely. And sure, I'm into guys who are a bit of an asshole. All this to say is that I took the fucking boxers and put his grey ones back. Maybe I'm fucked?
I took an inhale of the blue boxers and fucking hell these were rank. Eye watering and dick straining rank. Like he hasn't washed these in a couple of days rank. Oh shit, has he been marinating these. For me? I took another inhale and I may have licked the crotch of his underwear.
There was a clearing of a throat behind me and I see Officer Hanford staring. "Did you just steal that from Sgt. Vanover's locker?"
"No! I mean, not steal, I-uh-um."
"And did you just lick them?" He asks, disgusted.
"No. Absolutely not!" I panic. "If you will excuse me." I say as I push past him. He doesn't stop me, but I feel him staring as I rush out of the locker room.
I go from the locker room, straight to Sgt. Vanover's office. Another officer is in there when I walk in. I don't know if it's the expression I'm wearing or what, but Brandon takes one look at me and looks at Officer whatever his name is and says "Justin, we're going to have to cut this short. I have a meeting with IT."
Officer Justin says something as he leaves and closes the door behind him.
"I fucked up." I immediately start pacing his office. "I fucked up." I say again.
"Alright, calm down and sit down." I park myself in the chair and start fidgeting. "What did you do?"
"I returned your underwear."
"Knew you would."
"Fucking shut up for a second!" I snap, shocking both of us. "I found the blue boxers and I may have been sniffing them-" Brandon laughs.
"Let me guess." He interjects before I can continue. "You got caught faggin' out on my boxers."
"I wouldn't call it that, but yes." There's that fucking shit-eating grin again. "I'm going to get fired! This is serious!"
"You're not going to get fired."
"But what about Officer Hanford, he's going to tell the other Officers."
"What, that you're a fag and you did fag things?"
"Dude! Take this seriously. This can affect you too, it was your underwear!"
"Nah, it won't." He says flippantly. "I work out every morning and my workout clothes stay in my locker. So it just looks like you, fagged out."
We sit there in silence for a long time. "Fuck you Brandon." I eventually say, taking his blue boxers out of my bag and throwing them at him. He catches them without a flinch.
"Are you done? You really are acting like a fag." I swear he's doing this just to piss me the fuck off. I give him the finger, and storm out of his office to head back to mine.
I sit in my office for most of the day contemplating everything I can do to try and make sure this doesn't get out. Eventually, the realization that I'll need to approach Officer Hanford about what he saw hits me. And it's not going to be an easy conversation. How do I even start it. Hey, so I know you think you saw me licking Bran-Sgt. Vanover's underwear, but that was not what happened.
It hits about 14:00ish when I walk over to the Police Department for shift change. Officer Hanford has already changed out of his uniform when I see him.
"Officer Hanford!" He turns his attention to me with curiosity.
"Yes?" He doesn't seem that interested.
"About this morning." I begin.
"Sarge already explained to us." This takes me aback
"Explained what?"
"That you have a crush on him and that you can't help yourself." My mouth drops. "You need to work on yourself, this is a work environment." I cringe at his words, but he's right at the core of it.
"Cool." I say totally not feeling cool. "Have a nice weekend." I say as I turn back and storm towards Brandon's office again. This time though he's not there so I can give him a piece of my mind. I grab a sticky note off his desk, write fuck you, and leave.
March 21 -
Saturday, my first day of rest after the hell of this week. It's not even 9:00 AM and I hear my doorbell ring and then pounding on the door. I stare at the ceiling as I hear another round of pounding. It has to be Brandon, he's the only person who shows up at my door unannounced. I wonder if he even has my phone number.
I get out of bed, still in my PJs and tank top, and open the door. Brandon is there of course, though he's in uniform this time. "You ever heard of calling?" I block the entryway of door so he can't get in.
"Why would I do that?" He pushes me aside as he walks inside. He doesn't wait for me to follow as he plops down on the couch. "Got plans?"
"Even if I did, would you let me get to them?" I cross my arms.
"Of course, I'm not an asshole."
"Man, you're like the biggest asshole." I say after closing my door.
"That's not true. I come over here and spoil you rotten." He man spreads on my couch and I sit in the chair across from him. It takes everything in my power not to look at his crotch, but I power on.
"Spoil me? You torture me for like an hour and poof you're gone. You don't even let me suck you off, and I know for a fact I'm good at head." Brandon half-laughs.
"Don't pretend you don't like this." He points to himself. "I've caught you staring, a million times. And you know what, you should stare." He stands up from my sofa and he starts to take his uniform off. His hand goes to his supply belt and he unclips it. "I'm a god among men. I know it, you know it." He pulls his shirt off and drops it to the floor. His undershirt is tightly hugging his muscular body. "Do yourself a favor and get with the fucking program. This isn't about you." He pulls his shirt off, letting me admire his shirtless body.
He saunters up to me, takes my right hand and puts it on his muscular torso. "I'm with the program." I have no fucking backbone. "I'm so with the program." I say again as I run my hand over his torso. I look up and he's giving me that fucking smirk that makes my heart skip a beat.
"Good boy." His hand runs through my hair. "Now how about you do yourself a favor and take those ugly pants off."
"Uhm." I look down at my Scooby-Doo PJs. "I don't have anything on underneath this."
"I don't really care." I nod and yank the PJs off with one hand almost falling over. "Eager faggot." I ignore him as I get down on my knees without him asking.
"Now what sir?" I ask as I look up to his towering form.
"Now's your punishment for your behavior this week." He gets his crotch extremely close to my face but doesn't actually touch. "You've been really annoying this week. I expect better from you faggot."
"I'm sorry sir." I don't even know why I say it, but I do. But submitting to him is making my dick stir so I keep listening.
"You will be. There will be no mercy today." I resign myself to my fate.
"I understand."
"Good." He turns around so that his clothed ass was in my face. "You're going to worship my ass. You're not going to complain that it's too much. You're going to love every minute of worshiping me. If you do all of that, I will let you eat my cum."
"Yes sir." I agree to the terms.
"Then what are you waiting for?" I stare at his ass through the uniform pants. I'm unsure what to do, so I go ahead and run my nose along his uniformed crack.
PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
A mostly silent fart, hits my nose and I inhale it without being asked. "Fuck, that one sucked. Hold on." He grabs the back of my head and pulls me against his ass as he pushes his ass against my face.
Again I inhale as he lets out the noisy bomb. The stench is his usual terrible eggy and rotten vegetable smell and the smell burns as it makes its way to my lungs. I whine, but not thinking that's enough of the worship that Brandon deserves, I run my tongue along his uniformed ass. "Well well well, who's the eager fag today?" I grunt in annoyance, but keep licking when Brandon secures his grip forcing me to stay in place. With my tongue out, he lets another monster rip.
I keep tonguing at his pants and eventually he lets go of his grip on me. I take the moment to catch my breath and admire Brandon's large ass. I've absolutely soaked the back end of his uniform pants with my saliva. Before Brandon makes another move, I place my face back against his ass. "Good boy, didn't even have to tell you."
"Sir, I need more." Who the fuck said that, because that couldn't have been me, could it?
Brandon snickers at me. "Yeah, you want this nasty ass faggot?" He grips both of his ass cheeks and gives them a playful shake.
"Yes sir, I need to worship your ass." I can't stop myself, my fingers wrap around his belt line and I begin unclipping the offending item. I need his ass, NOW. For his part, Brandon doesn't stop me, and I get his belt unhooked and then my hands are unbuttoning his pants.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
It doesn't hit me directly, but I pull his uniform pants down to his knees. He's wearing those cobalt blue boxers again, and I smash my face against his ass. I take a large inhale of his musk and what remained of the last fart just in time for another to hit me.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
"Fuck yes faggot. Breathe those butt bombs in!" His grip is back, but it's not necessary. I have my arms wrapped around his waist and my face pressed against his ass on my volition.
"Yes sir! I can take it." I say, for my benefit as I don't know where this confidence is coming from.
"Fuck!" I yell as I struggle to keep up with the torturous farts. "Sir, they burn so bad." I keep inhaling anyways.
"Good!" He counters as a silent hissing fart releases from ass for 10ish seconds. The stench was horrid and I physically recoil to gag and cough, but Brandon's hand isn't too far off, pulling me back against his ass.
PFFFFFFFFBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT
"You know, I don't know why I bless you with these godly farts." He roughly uses my hair to drag my nose up and down his crack.
"Fags don't deserve my attention. Especially ones like you that don't what they're told."
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Barrage after barrage is burned into my nose as I inhale every bomb that his ass gives me. I don't have much of a choice with the grip that Brandon has on me. "I'm sorry, I'll do better." I try.
"Shut up, the only thing I should be hearing is you sniffing my ass like the pig faggot you are."
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It's getting really difficult to breathe now, and Brandon hasn't given me a second to catch a real breath of air. I'm about to voice that concern, but I really don't want to piss him off. Instead I reach around and take a hold of his bulge at the same time as I take a large inhale of ass.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT
I take the fact that he doesn't remove my hand as a good sign as I slowly stroke his thick dong as I sniff the noxious fumes. I swear I can feel my brain cells getting fried or maybe that's the lack of air. I feel hot and I can't stop shaking.
"Ah fuuck." Brandon sighs in relief as I struggle to keep up. "Alright, scene change." He lets go of my hair (finally) and I pull away from his massive ass. As soon as I'm away, I'm on all fours taking deep breaths of the fresh air. "Awww, faggot having a hard time breathe?" He goads.
I recompose myself and get back on my knees. "It's an honor to breathe in your manly farts." A complete and bullshit lie. Even the lingering scent of all the farts he just put me through is burning my eyes and nose.
"Correct. You're welcome." Brandon says casually as he helps me get back on my feet. I'm not standing long when he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
"Whoa-wait let me down!" I say as he carries me further into my apartment. The guy is lifting me like I weigh nothing!
"No. We're just getting started." He states matter of factly as he carries me to my bedroom, where he throws me down onto my bed causing me to let out an oof. I sit up on my elbows and watch as he closes the door and locks it. It was at this moment I remembered my bottom half is naked and I'm sporting a generous hard on. "Down." He points back to the bed and I drop so I'm laying fully down.
I don't get to see the full movement, but after a few moments of adjusting, Brandon's boxer clad ass is lowering down on my face. I realize that the moment his ass fully sits on my face, that I'll be at his mercy again. I know I've been playing someone who is enjoying this, but this is still disgusting as fuck.
As soon as his ass engulfs my face, it's back to business.
He grinds his ass against my face, almost as insult to injury. I do my best to inhale the gas, it honestly feels like I'm frying my braincells the more and more I'm trapped in his ass. I make loud huffing sounds, for Brandon's benefit, and he keeps gracing me with his raunchy farts.
"Stop!!!" I yell, and to my surprise Brandon lifts up. I take the two seconds he gives me to take a large inhale and then he slams his weight back down onto my face.
"The only thing I should be hearing is your nose breathing me in." I manage to hold back the whimper in the back of my throat. I'm pretty sure I'm at my limit of what I can take, but that doesn't mean anything to Brandon.
Brandon gives a sigh of relief as he lifts up again. "Breathe." He says as he starts pulling his underwear off.
"Brandon, please don't make me do that." I use the time wisely to try and catch my breath, but the impending doom of having his bare ass on my face is making me shake. It's a wonderful ass, manly and hairy.
"See you say shit like that." The boxers are on the floor now. "But you're gonna take it. I'm going to make sure you do, and you're going to enjoy it. Lay back down." I follow orders. I watch as his ass slowly descends back down onto my face, then he slams down at the last second.
The action makes me lose all the remaining air in my lungs and I'm immediately greeted with his hole pressed against my nose.
"Holy shit." Brandon says to himself as the 10 second fart is forced down my nose. "Fuck, that was amazing. But you know what would be better?" He's grinding his ass on my face again and it's so much worse than before.
"Underwear?" I answer even though I know he won't understand me while I'm muffled under his ass.
"Correct! Your tongue on my hole." That whine I don't catch. He laughs, but I know I need to do as he says or this is somehow going to get worse.
"Get your fucking tongue out faggot." I relent and run my tongue up his crack over his hole. "Good boy." He teases.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
Fuck I hate this so fucking much. The taste is revolting, and my body actively fights against him without my say so. I start kicking and flailing but he grabs my hips and holds me down. "Uh-uh, fag, you're not getting out."
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT
I should've closed my mouth, but I was too slow. His ass has me completely at his mercy and there's none to be had it seems.
"Fuck, you getting these fag?" He's panting hard as those bombs hit my face.
I don't respond, because obviously I'm getting them. It's all I can smell and taste. It's not like I can be getting anything else in this situation. He destroys my throat, nose, tongue, and brain all with his ass.
"Can't-" My jaw is feeling weak and I'm losing function of my tongue.
Until I feel myself jolt awake. "There he is." I look up and Brandon is towering over me. He's fully dressed again and his smug grin is plastered on his face. "Gotta go faggot. Leaving you these, don't miss me too much." He drops his blue boxers on my face.
"I hate you." I grab the boxers, pull them to my nose, and grab my cock. I can feel the judgement in his laugh but I don't care. I'm getting something out of this fucked up... situationship?
"You're really good at showing it." He doesn't stay, just closes my bedroom door and shortly after I hear the front door open and close.
Everything smells awful. Or maybe it's just me? But I get through it by huffing on the crotch of the boxers until I cum. Multiple long showers are calling my name.
March 23 -
While sitting here in my office, I swear I can still smell him...
Hearing that officer Vanover is fanfic about a real officer you work with, just imagine if he found out what you were writing about him and decided to make your dirty fantasies a reality. You might get more than you bargained for 😈
It's honestly already started being an issue LOL. But nah me and Officer "Vanover" are chill, but I dont doubt he has a dark side.
What really sparked this was when I was working in the Patrol Room he just ripped hella ass and the other guys were like "Brandon, get your shit together." And idk he has this smile, that is just, slightly sinister, and it gets me every time.
I have such a crush on Officer Vanover. Hope next time he comes over his fart sniffers house, with his nasty swamp ass musky crack, he makes the little fart slut beg for farts. The little fart face better make it believable too. Officer Vanover deserves a bitch who begs and respects his disgusting farts
Dude, I totally get it. This story is just fanfiction about a police officer I do IT for lmfao. I'm about halfway through part 3 and have the outline done for part 4.
We're gonna have a lot of fun with Officer Vanover :P
Have your dad farted on you? and do you like fart face on son?
This is not the answer you want: I absolutely despise father/son content and I will no longer write about it. I once did write this kind of content, but I do not find enjoyment from it.
Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, Dubious-Consent, Forced Masturbation, Forced Ass Eating (Rimming), Musky Dom
I didn't run into Brandon at all for the rest of February. Likely he took some time off before he starts full time as Sgt. Vanover in March. I may or may not have worked in the Patrol Room a few hours to see if I'd run into him again. I can't rationalize why at all though.
Looking back at the situation, I am still disgusted by the fact that I ate someone's farts. Absolutely disgusted. But. Maybe if I do what he says, I can get another taste of his cock? That's what I keep telling myself anyways.
I do realize as I'm writing down my thoughts, how much of a perv I'm being. Literally lusting after a man who, lowkey, tortured me. But something about him, is just, addicting.
March 2 -
I haven't even made it an hour in my work day, and I'm being told by my boss that Sgt. Vanover is having issues in his office. My heartbeat picks up immediately knowing this could be my chance for a second meetup. However, as I get to his office, it's all business. Talking plans about changes he wants to make in the Patrol Area. Computers and equipment that will be needed.
I'm very professional, I keep up with him and track everything, but as we're walking and talking about the plans that he's wanting to do, I can't help admiring his muscular frame. From his thick arms to his thick ass, he's just a god among men. A few times I had to shake away the thoughts, but there is no hint of, well, anything from Brandon. The whole time, he has been very matter of fact and I got no inkling that he even remembers what happened last week.
I can't lie, I am a bit disappointed. I mean, thank whatever god out there that I'm not swallowing his farts. But. Nothing?
When we get back to his office though, he closes the door and my heartbeat speeds. "Don't get your hopes up." Is what he says after closing the door and making it back to his desk. "What happened last week." He plops down into his chair. "It can't happen again."
My mouth drops. "Wha-"
"Look, it was a mistake." He begins.
"But-" He holds his hand up and stops me.
"That should not have happened here." I hope I'm not imagining the implication behind the here. Because fuck, does he actually want me?
"Agreed." Is what I manage. "I don't think anyone should have to deal with your ass at point blank." There's a slight smile, but he smooths over the expression back to serious. "However, if you need someone to take care of," I clear my throat. "other needs. I may be interested."
"Don't get your hopes up nerd. Get out." I do as he says, still holding a little hope.
Much to my torture, he doesn't reach out or have any issues to fix.
March 14 -
It's 10:18 AM on my day off when my doorbell rings. I honestly ignore it and try to be as quiet as I can, as I wasn't expecting anyone. But then there is a pounding and I think I hear "Police Department, open the door!" I think about pretending I'm not there still but the pounding continues and I don't want the neighbors to cause a scene.
I open the door, and I'm pushed aside as Brandon storms my apartment. He's not in Police uniform, just some gym shorts and a tee. "Hello to you too." I close my door and turn to face him. "Can I help you?" There's a look in his eyes that I can't really read and he doesn't seem too jovial.
"On your knees, hands on your head." He orders and yes, I was about to follow his orders.
"Can we talk first?" I try.
"On. Your. Knees." He says through gritted teeth and I know not to press my luck. He must be having a shit day or something.
I get down on my knees and put my hands behind my head.
"That wasn't so hard, was it." He saunters up so that his crotch is in my face. I can smell the musk from here, he must have just finished a workout. "Keep your hands behind your head and we won't have a problem." He grabs both sides of my head with his hands and pulls my face against his crotch. "How's that smell faggot."
"Amazing." I take a large inhale of his musky crotch.
"Yeah it does. Because that's the smell of a man. Not some prissy little fag like you." I almost take offense, but I don't care. His dong and musky balls are right there in my face and this may be my one opportunity.
With the all the sincerity I can, I ask "Please sir, can I please suck your dick. It smells so good."
Brandon starts laughing hysterically. "No. No you may not." He dry humps my face anymore. "Like I said, don't get your hopes up." He lets go of my head and I'm about to drop my hands when he gives me a stern look. "Don't you dare move." He grabs the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulls them down over his bulge. I can't help but stare at that large imprint in his grey boxer briefs. Fucking hell he's sweaty, did he come straight from the gym? "God you're fucking pathetic. You're practically drooling over me." He gives the outline of his cock a squeeze and shake. "This is what you want, but," He turns around so his ass is facing me. "this is what you're getting faggot."
A involuntary whine comes from me. Not this again, I don't know if I can survive another one of these tormented games. "Suck it up. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day."
"I don't know man, this isn't really my-" I can't finish the sentence. He's already grabbed my hands and back of head to force me against his meaty ass. "Please don't." I scrunch my face as he rubs his sweaty ass up and down my face. It already smells bad, he hasn't even had to fart yet. What the fuck did he do before he got here?
"You do as I say." There was no room for argument. "Do yourself a favor, get your nose in my fucking hole." Not like I had a choice anyways. I move slightly so that I am pressed against where I think his nasty hole is. I'm bracing for impact but nothing happens and as I go to take a deep breath:
I yell a muffled scream into Brandon's ass the same time he lets out a sigh of relief. The fart was loud, or maybe that was cause I'm at point blank, and the overwhelming stench of rotten broccoli hits me. I try to pull away to catch my breath, but Brandon's hand is still holding me in place.
"Ah fuck yes." Brandon says as I cry into his perfectly molded ass. I'm already lightheaded from the fumes.
"Fuck, stop, I can't do this." I manage to throw Brandon's hand off me and stand back up. "I can't," There's definitely tears running down my face. "It's just so bad."
Brandon just stares at me for a few moments without saying anything. I can't tell if he's angry or what, but there's gears turning in his head. "Even if I let you suck me off after?" He says.
"I-" Before I can continue my sentence, I stop. "Is this another trick?" That's when Brandon gives me this devilish smirk.
"Guess you'll have to find out." He gives his ass a playful smack. "Now get back on your knees or we'll start having issues."
"Only if you let me suck you off man." He nods, still smiling. "Please go easy." I get back on my knees.
"That's not happening." He says non-nonchalantly before yanking my hair to pull my face back against his ass.
PFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT
"Fuck, that slipped out." He said as he's still adjusting. I hold my breath, this doesn't go unnoticed. "If I grace you with one of my farts, you fucking sniff." He emphasized this by pulling my hair a little tighter. I didn't mean to breathe in, but the pain made me react and I realized now why he wanted me to smell. The smell was the worst out of anything he's given me so far. All the worst smells you can think of combined and shot directly into my face. "Fucking sniff, now!" He barks the order and I listen.
I inhale the whole fart. All ten or eleven seconds of the monstrous beast. It burns the whole entire way down to my lungs and for a moment, I feel as though I'm going to throw up. But I swallow it down (the vomit and disgusting ass fart) and try my best to stay upright.
"See, that's a good faggot. Sniffing up my farts like a good little bitch." He gyrates his hips forcing my nose to go up and down his dirty crack. "I betchu actually like sniffing my farts. All this pretending and you really want it."
"Fuck off, you know why I'm doing this."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that faggot."
PFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT
"These farts gracing your nose are coming from Grade A, Premium American Beef. I mean look at me, I'm a GOD compared to you." I can't really argue the whole god part. "Come on, another big breath of man gas." I whine but start inhaling loudly for Brandon's benefit.
PFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBRBRRRRBRRRRRRRRRR
"Fuuuuuuck." He moans. "That was wet as fuck. Might need to wipe your face after that one." That's the line. I immediately ran to the nearest trash can and emptied my stomach. "Oh come on, don't be a bitch." He antagonizes.
"Fuck. You." I don't even look away from the trash can. I wipe my hand over my face several times, but there's nothing there. It's just the smell that's lingering now from taking so many rank farts to the face.
I don't hear him approach, he's just next to me, patting my back. "I get it. My ass is too much to handle." He says like it's not a ridiculous sentence. When I'm looking at him, there is a moment where I feel like he cares. But it's gone as soon as I see it when that cheeky smile reappears.
"No more." I say before he can begin.
"Yes more." His hand moves to my shoulder blade, where he puts pressure. I realize he's trying to push me back to my knees and I resist.
"I-I can't." I shift away from his grasp and move to the other side of the trash can. "You can't make me. Please."
"I think we both know that I can and will." His tone shifts to impatient. "Knees, or things are going to get really unpleasant." I can't stop the whine that escapes my throat. He's right, I know he can make me. I try thinking up of any way to get out of this. "Take your pants off." My train of thought departs from my brain.
"What?"
"Take your pants off." He says again. "Then on your knees." I sigh and reluctantly remove my sweats, leaving me in a pair of blue briefs. "Seriously? You're such a faggot."
"Hey!" He shrugs my exclamation off.
"Knees." He reminds impatiently. I begrudgingly move back closer to him and drop down to my knees. He closes the distance, making sure his bulging cock was right in front of my face. We sit here for an antagonizing moment as I salivate over his thick cock, my own cock starting to show interest. Brandon roughly grabs my head and pulls my face against his crotch. "Breathe me in faggot." He doesn't have to ask twice. I inhale across his bulge and I can feel my eyes roll back. His cock is so fucking musky and I feel my brain go fuzzy again.
"Fuck." I say mostly to myself as I go in for another inhale. This makes Brandon huff in amusement.
"Be careful there faggot. You may get addicted."
"For this cock, it'll be worth it." Brandon gives full laugh at that and I startle as I realize I said that out loud. "Please, we're right here. Let me suck you off. I'll make you feel so good." I mouth at the tip of his cock through is boxers. "I'll be good. Please." I can't help that I sound like a begging fool, but fuck, I need something.
Brandon's hand moved to my cheek where he cupped it gently. It was a weird feeling compared to the earlier roughness. "You're such a faggot. I'm going to ruin you so badly." The evil smile gracing his face scares me. "Let's play a game." He removes his hand and takes a single step back (and if I leaned to follow his cock, no one needs to comment on that).
"What kind of game?"
"Start stroking that small dick of yours."
"I'm bigger than average."
"Shut up and start stroking." I longingly stare at his bulge wishing I could see him stroking himself. I listen to Brandon though and start slowly stroking my small (that's bullshit my cock is not small!) cock. "Just like that. Keep going, don't stop."
I do as he says as he adjusts himself again so that his ass is facing me. He pulls me close against his ass again.
He starts farting against my nose again. I feel myself starting to go soft again, but then he turns around and dry humps my face with his hard cock. I feel my cock gain interest again and I stroke through the awful smell of the fart. "There we go." He flips again.
"Fuck yeah, breathe it in faggot. And keep stroking that cock!" He says as I briefly stop to try and compose myself. The fart is incredibly eggy and the I can taste it in the back of my throat. I keep stroking as he says but he doesn't hump my face this time. His ass is just point blank against my face and I can feel my nose poking against his clothed hole.
Two airy farts directly up my nose as I keep stroking my cock. I cough through the ass blast as he turns around again and throws his grey boxers off towards my sofa. His cock is on full display and he slaps my face twice with it. "Good faggot." He emphasizes with his cock slapping my cheek. "You may suck on the tip." He holds his cock on display in front of me.
I look up at him to make sure he's not joking and he just nods his head. I wrap my mouth around the tip and moan against the taste in my mouth. He's so fucking musky. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock and he throws his head back with a sharp inhale. "Fuuuck." He moans as he grabs the back of my head. I pray that he pushes further in, but he doesn't. Instead he pulls out with an audible pop from my mouth.
"No." I whine, licking my lips to keep the taste in my mouth.
"Seriously. Pathetic." He turns back around so his bare ass in my face. "Alright faggot, time to get to work. I want that tongue running up my crack yesterday." He starts barking orders. "And you better not stop stroking that puny cock."
I stare at his ass, knowing that if I do this, he's going to use the opportunity to fart in my mouth. He doesn't wait, he pulls my face back in. "Tongue out, hand on cock." He orders again and I do as he says. What's the point of all this cat and mouse anyway. He clearly has his own goals here and mine don't matter.
I slowly run my tongue up his musty crack, hating every second of it. Brandon doesn't seem to feel the same though as he shakes his sizeable ass around my face. I try focusing my attention to the taste of his cock as I lick against his hole, but I'm greeted with a terrible bomb.
15 terrible seconds of pure man gas against my tongue. This time though, I take the gas and swallow it. Tears are free flowing from my eyes as I keep stroking my cock. It's torture, that's the best word for it. He's making me go through hell, but also making me keep myself hard the whole time.
PFFFFBBRRBFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT
Another fart, this time not on my tongue, still the smell burns as I inhale the fumes. Fuck I'm so close though. "Brandon." I whine as the sewage odor ruins my nose. "I-I'm so close."
He roughly adjusts me so my nose is pressed against his hole again. "Breathe this in, and cum." I loudly breath in through my nose as the fart hits:
"Yeah eat those fucking bombs!" It's like the intensity of his gas went up 100%. It doesn't help that I'm already breathing hard from the fact I'm still cumming. Ropes upon ropes of cum keep shooting; I've never had an orgasm this intense. And on top of it all, I was still breathing in his disgusting guts. Enjoying it even? No, no, I wouldn't go that far.
After shooting an intense load all over the floor, Brandon lets go of his grip on me. "See faggot, you did enjoy it."
"I did not." I don't know why I'm even arguing. I had some enjoyment, even if it was just getting a taste of the tip of his cock.
"You have a poor way of showing it." He says as he grabs hold of his dick. Fuck yes, this is it, I finally get a full taste of him. He gives himself several pumps so that he's fully hard again. "You're lucky I have to leave." He starts stroking himself at a faster pace. "Because I could go for at least another hour. But ya know, got a wife to go entertain for a bit." He starts making grunts and a face that seems like he's getting close and I realize he's about to go back on our deal.
"Wait!" I yell, but it's too late. He's shooting his load and I immediately jump so I can wrap my lips around his cock. I get halfway down his cock when I feel him shoot a load into my mouth. That salty taste hits my tongue and my brain goes blank. He tastes amazing and I loudly gulp the load down.
"Fuckin-" Brandon pulls his dick out of my mouth roughly. "Control yourself faggot." He grabs my hair and pulls. "I did not-" He begins to yell.
"You promised!" I interjected just as loud as I watch a load of his cum shoot onto the ground.
"Too bad. I'm the man, I get to decide what I give." As he continues to pull my hair and goes back to stroking himself through his own orgasm. Making sure I watch as every drop of cum hits the carpeted floor. "Look, now you wasted my manly cum." I would argue he wasted the cum, but it doesn't matter. He releases my hair and pushes me backward with his foot so I land on my back.
He turns around again and I fear I'm about to get butt bombed again, but he walks away. I see him reach down and grab his boxers before looking at me and then back to his boxers. He brings his ass to the boxers and rips ass again. "Parting gift." He throws it and it lands on my face. I can't help myself, I bring the boxers to my face and sniff. It's rank, but underneath the fart I can smell his muskiness and I'm addicted.
I don't even register that he's put his shorts back on and opened the front door as I'm too preoccupied with the dirty boxers. "Pathetic." He says and I hear the door shut.
"Fuck." Is all I'm able to say. I'm staring at his sweaty boxers and bringing the crotch back to my nose. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm fully erect again and I look over to the spot where he came. I lean down and lick the cum off the carpet, getting carpet fibers on my tongue. I definitely regretted that for a few hours.
As I sit here in the aftermath of my...torture? I stuff myself back into my briefs and look down at the pair of boxers that Brandon kindly left me. I hope I never have to return these.
March 16 -
I arrive at work and as I open my office door, I see Sgt. Vanover walking down the hallway towards HR. I don't know why the first thought was that he was snitching, but that didn't seem likely. He's getting some weird enjoyment out of this, I wouldn't think he'd want to ruin that. He doesn't even acknowledge me, but maybe he didn't see me.
I try not to worry about it. I have enough to deal with in my work day without having to worry about him. I'm typing on my computer when I see him walk by again. I can't help that my eyes go to his ass in those uniform pants. Even if I don't like what that ass puts me through, it's still an amazing ass that needs appreciation. He catches me staring, gives me a smart-ass smile and a nod, before just breezing past.
I try to go back to work, but it takes me at least 30 minutes before I can get my brain off him. I even play with the idea of busting a nut in the bathroom so I can have some post nut clarity. Absolutely not, that's crossing a line. But the line has already been crossed hasn't it? This is going to problem.
Especially when I open my desk drawer and there's a pair of green boxer briefs of the same brand that the Sargent wears. I bring them to my nose and take an inhale: There's no mistake, Brandon's smell.
This dude is going to kill me. Or get me fired for being too horny at work. I realize I have a pair of boxers to my nose in the middle of my office and immediately throw them back into the drawer.
Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, non-consensual (some), Power Imbalance
Here I was, on my knees, underneath a desk setting up a computer in the new Sargent's office. Nothing abnormal, until I felt a hand slap my ass and give a squeeze.
I audibly yelp and immediately turn to see Officer Vanover giving me a shit eating grin. "Whoa man, I don't know you like that." I eventually get out and he laughs in response.
"Not yet." He gives me a wink.
Officer Vanover is an attractive guy and all, but there is a small problem: As far as I'm aware, he's a married man. When I Facebook stalked him, there were clearly tons of photos with him and his wife, ranging from their wedding to vacation photos. So, this was more of a hazing thing more likely than a sexual thing, I decide.
Now, here's my problem. Officer Vanover is hot. I hate to admit that, but it's true. At minimum he's 6 foot 1, has an ass that won't quit, fit as hell and his face card and ginger beard are to die for. And his uniform pants hug his ass so tight that you can see the lines of his boxer briefs. It's so fucking erotic and half the times I'm around him, I have to rush to get away before I do something I regret. Thoughts of him throwing my 5 foot 5 self around plague my mind way too much when I'm around him.
My interactions with Officer Vanover started the first week I started in February.
February 12 -
When I start messing with the printer, he came over and just stood next to my left. Not say anything at first, just hovered. It's odd, but not necessarily anything new. After a few minutes of not finding anything wrong with the printer, I finally say "Do you know what's wrong with the printer? It looks fine to me."
He gives me an expression that he's thinking, but shakes his head no. I sigh and get ready to go to the Police Lieutenant to see if he can tell me what exactly the issue is when Officer Vanover hikes his right leg up and rips ass directly at me. "Oops." He says with that shit-eating grin. It's gross, but it doesn't smell like anything.
"Get outta here man." Half-laughing as I plug my nose. He keeps laughing, but he does go back to one of the Patrol Desks. I keep working away, Officer Vanover keeps farting and eventually Officer Hanford shows up.
"Jeezus it reeks. Brandon, what the fuck are you eating."
"How you know it's me. Could be the IT guy."
"Hey!" I yell from the other room.
"Because it always stinks when you're here." Officer Hanford groans before taking another desk.
I step out into the room to say something, but Officer Vanover is straining his face when a loud fart rings out in the Patrol Room.
"Fuck this, I'm working in my car." Officer Hanford gets up almost as quickly as he sat down. "Sorry new guy." He says to me as he leaves.
Officer Vanover gives me a wink, and another ringing fart before I go back to the printer.
Another 15 minutes of his farting and getting no where on the printer before I determine there's nothing wrong and printing is working fine. I say my goodbyes to Officer Vanover and let the Lieutenant know that the printer is working. I found out from him that Officer Vanover was the one who reported the issue though. I found it strange he reported the issue but didn't tell me that when I was working on it.
February 16 -
I get called down to the Patrol Room again, and once again, just Officer Vanover. He gives me a smile, I ignore the way that it makes my heart beat quicken. This time there is an issue on his computer. "Officer Vanover, we need to stop meeting like this." I try to joke, and he laughs, but there's a feeling in my gut that this isn't going a normal interaction.
"You can call me Brandon." He shows me the issue and it leads me to having to go under his desk to mess with the cabling. As I'm trying to make sense of the cabling, I see him scoot his chair in and block me under the desk.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" I say as his legs force me against the cubicle wall. It's still workable, just uncomfortable.
"Just keep working and I'll keep working on my document." His keyboard does start to clack.
"Why don't you use a different desk. There's not enough-" I was beginning to argue when he man spreads. And there's his bulge, right there where I can admire it. "Actually, I think I can work like this."
"What I thought fag." That's what I thought he said, but that couldn't be right. I didn't press him about that.
I found the issue with the cables pretty quickly as well. It was clear that someone, most likely Officer Vanover, er Brandon, had pulled the ethernet cable. I plugged it back in, but I didn't say anything yet, as I was still admiring his bulge. Actually it was more than just a bulge, he had a fucking hard on now. His fat (holy fucking shit) cock was straining and he put he grabbed it and shook it.
"Oh my god. Are you-" And before I can finish, he grabs my head and pulls it hard against the seat of his chair and his ass.
PBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
A loud fart echos from Brandon's seat and I'm forced to inhale his gas. And this time, it stunk bad. I start coughing and gagging "Fuck! Let go!"
PBRBRBRBR PRBBFBFBFBRBRBR
I'm don't know how many farts just came from his ass, but it was wet and disgusting. The smell was eggy and I gagged hard. I pull away from Brandon's hand. He's laughing hard as he backs his chair up from me.
"Sorry, gotta make sure the new guy is welcomed." He says, boner still pressed against the fabric of his pants. He makes a show of adjusting himself, giving me a wink, and then stands up from the chair to leave.
PFFFBBRBRFFFFFFTTTTTT
"For the road." He says at the entryway.
I'm sitting on the floor, stuck, not sure what to do. I mean this was a line that got crossed professionally. Do I go to the L-T and let him know what just occurred? Do I just leave it alone?
Ultimately, I finish what I'm doing and hide back in my office. But I don't stop thinking about what happened. I'm not into all the farting stuff, but dude, that fat dong has me salivating. The thought of being back under the desk sucking on that hog (pun intended) makes it difficult to focus.
February 23 -
There had been a few run ins with Brandon over the couple past days, but nothing of note. That changed though on the 23rd.
The lieutenant asked me to assist with getting new equipment setup in a side office for a new Sargent that would be starting soon. Not an abnormal request, so I do my thing.
That's where I feel the hand on my ass. Brandon is there giving me that shit-eating grin again.
"Whoa man, I don't know you like that."
"Not yet." He gives me a wink. "But now that I'm Sargent, I'm sure you'll be getting to know me pretty well."
"Wait, is this going to be your office."
"Yup." He pops the P loudly and I can't help but watch the way he licks his lips. Fuck I need to get out of here.
"Well, congrats man. I'm going to keep working, so if you don't mind removing your hand." He removes his hand and walks away. I can't help the sigh of relief that leaves my lips, but then I hear the door close and the lock latch. I turn my head quickly to see the blinds closing as well. He makes eye contact with me and points to the black sofa. "Wha?"
"Sit down." He says impatiently. And I don't know if it's his tone or the arousal in my brain, but I do as I'm told. "Look, you're a fag, you can't help that. But, you need to keep those eyes of yours to yourself."
"What? You just grabbed my ass."
"I'm not a fag though."
"That's kind of fag behavior though." I don't stop myself. "What game are you playing here?" I say angrily.
"Watch your tone. I'm a man, fags don't get to talk to men like that." Who the hell is this guy?
"Fuck you man, I'm going to L-T." I get up from the sofa, but immediately Brandon grabs me and moves my hands behind my back and puts me in cuffs. "What the hell man?" He pushes me back to the sofa where I land face first.
"You have the right to remain silent." He puts his knee on my back, preventing me from moving. I can feel him shifting and adjusting behind me. When he grabs me and flips me to my back, I can see that he's shirtless. And of course he has an awesome body. I try to ignore that fact but then his hands go to his belt and he drops his pants. His fat dong, already fully erect in his cobalt blue boxer briefs.
"I-" I lose the words as I see him pump his cock through the boxers.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your pick fag."
"What does that even mean? Brandon, what are we doing here." I go to stand back up, but he pushes me back down.
"Don't get up unless I tell you to." He says as his hand is forcefully pushing my chest into the sofa. He's towering above me and I'm trying to keep eye contact, but my eyes move back to his cock. "Fag, can't even help yourself. Eyes up here fag."
"I-I-Can I suck you off?" It catches both of us off guard. He examines my face for a moment and then laughs.
"Oh you thought this was for you." He jiggles his cock in his hand. "Nah, that's not how this is going." He grabs my shirt, and adjusts my position on the couch where my head is positioned in between the crack of the cushions. He turns around and his boxer clad ass is positioned over my face. He drops his ass hard and slams me into the sofa.
I'm stuck in the sofa, and Brandon's ass is covering my face. Immediately I can smell how musky Brandon is today and my face is already starting to feel damp.
PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT
Oh no, not this again. Warm air hits my face and the smell hits like a freight train at this distance. I cough and strain against the cuffs on my hands, but I can't move. I scream help hoping anyone can hear me, but I know it's useless from Brandon's laugh. "Oh shut up."
PBRBBRFTTT PBRBRBFFFFFFT
A whine escapes from me as the new farts hit my nose. The smell is like sewage and there's no escaping. "Oh god someone help!" I yell, but it only gets drowned out from Brandon slamming his ass down on my face again.
"I said shut up." He drops again and I'm feeling slightly concussed. "I want to hear you sniffing this one."
"No!" I whine.
"Sniff or I'm shoving a baton up your ass." I reluctantly take a large inhale.
A sigh of relief leaves Brandon as I'm forced to inhale the full brunt of the noxious fumes. Everything starts to feel distant as more sewage is inhaled to my lungs. Fuck things are really starting to spin.
"Good boy." He briefly stands up and gives my head a pat and I can't help but lean into the pat. "Alright, that's enough." He slams his ass back down. "Get back to sniffing." I whine in protest. "Sniff now." Again, I begin to inhale.
PFFFFFFFFBBRBRRRFFFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
"Ah fuck." Brandon sighs as I gag down the gas. "Yeah fucking smell that shit." He grinds his ass down against my face. "I bet you're lovin' this shit fag." I whine, but he just lifts up and slams down again. "Yeah you like it when my fat ass destroys your face."
PFFFFFFFFBBFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT
He times this slam with the fart. In that moment, tears start to fall down my face. It's all too much, I'm having a hard time keeping a coherent thought.
"Open your mouth." It's like I became sober in an instant. Immediately I lock my lips so that they can't be forced open. When Brandon checks me and sees that I'm refusing. "If you open your mouth, my dick can get in easier." I know my eyes widened just as much as my mouth did. He laughed so hard before slamming his ass back down over my mouth. "Sike!"
With no time to react, I swallow down the disgusting, long fart and make a horrified noise. Brandon's whole body is shaking as he's laughing. "I can't believe you fell for that." He keeps farting as he laughs and I keep just swallowing down the disgusting butt bombs. My mouth is overwhelmed by the taste of ass and my brain is having a hard time processing any of this.
"Please stop." I try to get out, but Brandon's farting is louder than I can manage. I gag against his warm ass. "Mercy."
"Fuck. I knew when I made that shake this morning it was going to hit hard, but not this hard." Brandon wiggles his ass again on my face. "Alright, I got shit to do, lets get to the finale." He gets off of me fully and turns around. He makes eye contact as I watch his hand slide under his waistband and pulls his boxers off. His cock is fully erect and standing straight. He leans down, right hand on his cock and slaps my face over and over again with his cock as he laughs. "This is what you want right? My slab of man meat." He strokes himself over and over as all I can do is watch.
"Please?" I say despite the state of myself.
"Pathetic." He starts to lower his cock towards my mouth. "Even after getting acquainted with my ass, you still want to suck me off. What makes you think you deserve my cock?"
"Please, I'll make you feel so good." I say, not really hearing myself. "I deserve it, I've been a good boy."
He runs a hand through my hair and begins to put his cock in my mouth. "I guess you have." He moves his cock head along my lips. "You did just take all that man gas." He pretends to think and I take the moment to close my lips around his cock head. "Ah-ah-ah" He pulls his cock away. "I didn't say you could do that." From the small taste I got, I knew I needed that cock in my mouth.
Instead though, I got Brandon's naked ass slammed down onto my face with my mouth wide open.
My body jolts as the taste is even worse than when he had boxers on. He lifts up and I watch as his hairy hole leaves my face. I feel utterly broken and disgusting as his I watch his hole wink and let out more gas above my face.
"Bet that tasted nice, didn't it fag. You like it when a man takes what's his?"
"You're disgusting." I spit on the ground, partially to get the awful taste off my tongue.
"Ah, you're so sweet." He kneels above me and starts stroking his cock again. "I guess you can have a treat." As he going, I can't help flexing my own cock against my khakis. He moans lightly and continues to fart, thankfully not directly on my face this time. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I hope you're ready, cause once I start shooting that's all you're getting." I willingly open my mouth again, against my better judgement. This time though, he does start to shoot his load. Barely any makes it into my mouth and instead I can feel him drenching my hair and my face with his cum. By the eighth shot, he's actually aiming for my mouth and I'm flooded with the taste of his salty semen.
Fuck it was delicious.
"Get the fuck out my office." I didn't even realize but he's already pulling his boxers back on.
I go to stand up and that's when I remember I still have hand cuffs on. "Um. Can-"
"I said get the fuck out." The face he gave me told me everything I needed to know. I got out of the office and realized, I have no where to go. Cum on my face and hair, and hand cuffs in the middle of the police department.
I rush into the bathroom, closing the door with my foot and try to come up with a plan. It's ruined when Brandon literally walks into the bathroom. "Dude, get me out of these cuffs."
He gives me a once over before locking the door and going over to the urinal. "Yeah, in a second." He pulls out his sizeable cock, not fully erect this time and starts taking a piss. "Fuck that's nice." He rips ass of course, making me jolt. He catches me, "Heh, yeah my ass has that effect."
"Fuck you." There wasn't heat behind it.
"I don't know. I think you liked it. Liked sniffing my ass like a dirty fag." He flushes the urinal and grabs and turns me around. He bends me over and humps my ass. "I bet this is what you really wanted. My fat cock pushing into your pussy."
"Dude, stop. Get me out of these cuffs." The weight of his bulge pressing against my ass was making my cock start to harden again.
"Fine." He pushes me against the wall. Bulge pressed against my ass the whole time as he unlocks my cuffs. "But don't pretend you didn't like it."
"I didn't."
"We'll see." He burps in my face and takes a finger, swipes it in cum, and pushes it into my mouth. I moan, against my will which gives him that evil grin. He leaves me, without washing his hands, disgusting.
I stand and stare at myself in the mirror. There is still a metric shit ton of cum covering my face. I can't stop myself as I start to swipe some of the cum and ingest it. Fuck it's so good. I mean, it tastes like cum, but fuck, against the backdrop of Brandon's ass, it's the best taste in the world. Another swipe and another, like a frenzied animal, I keep eating the cum.
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