Fartersboy

21 into farts! he/it

[justasslove]

Instead of "trying to hold farts in class next to the baddie" I love the idea of farting next to the baddie. It's so hot and dominant. I wish I was a baddie some guy was farting next to.

[justasslove]

No morning shit before school, no time to shit between classes, one after another, guts bubbling.

Pre poop farts next to fine shyt.

[justasslove]

Bubbly farts aganist the chair, moist and hot, but so relieving you have to sigh. The air around you fills with the lingering stench. As you're relieving yourself, you're waiting for her to notice, see if she dares say something, but she doesn't.

[justasslove]

Take her to the bathroom make her give you a blumpkin

[hobbschor3]

[fujocie]

the thought of being trapped between 2 guys. ur head rested atop one of their asses while the other lowers his into ur waiting face, both blasting farts onto as u lay back nd enjoy..

[7kbuttcheeks2]

my main fantasy regarding farts is when a dude farts on me and forces me to smell his farts because he knows I think they’re gross and he loves humiliating me. I think that’s why I like fart fiction so much. Irl, even in role play it’s not the same. But with fiction I can actually feel like I’m being forced by a man to be his fartboy

I agree that it's a hot scenario. Being bullied by a gross straight guy

[sluttypiratenerd]

Fat rude gassy women 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Fat rude gassy men 🤤🤤🤤🤤

[outrealms-filth-factory]

Underwear TF for a NEET or Slob in general. Stuck in their sweaty ass crack barraged by farts, soaked in arousal and worse as they wear you for weeks.

[stuffedxjock]

Ass is growing, gas is building 💨

[silentlyperverted3]

Scat fetishists, hEAR ME OUT

Someone else shitting your pants. Making you take your underwear off so they can shit in them before making you put them back on. HEAR ME OUT PLEASE 🙏🏻

[maletfdreamer]

Anthony: A Changed Man

Anthony and his boys had been hyped for this trip for months. For Anthony, it was personal — he was born here, raised until he was ten before moving to New York. Now he was back, but different. Grown. Polished. Clean.

When they arrived, his extended family scooped them up — including his favorite cousin, Nico — and took them to the house they’d be crashing at. Anthony dragged his sketchbooks along, full of designs for the clothing line he dreamed of launching someday. Fashion was his escape. His freedom.

The others were already getting ready to hit the pool, and after getting hassled enough, Anthony finally caved. He slipped on his trunks, tossed on some deodorant, and they headed out into the sticky Dominican heat.

The pool was packed. The air smelled like chlorine and sweat. They found a spot and Anthony quickly reapplied deodorant under his smooth, hairless pits, making sure he stayed fresh. Then he jumped in with the others, laughing, splashing, roughhousing — cannonballs, chicken fights, the whole deal.

Anthony climbed onto Nico’s shoulders, battling it out against another dude, when Nico lost balance and Anthony fell with a giant splash — drenching a big, mean-looking dude standing nearby.

Marcel.

Anthony’s heart dropped.

“Watch it, dumbass! Got me all wet!” Marcel barked, shoving Anthony lightly.

Nico tried to apologize, but Marcel cut him off. His eyes locked onto Anthony with a nasty smirk. “Long time no see, city boy. Figured you weren’t ever comin’ back."

Anthony shrugged. "Why you say that?"

Marcel laughed, running a hand through his sweaty hair and exposing his thick, wet pit hair. The smell hit Anthony hard — a rank blast of oniony, musky BO.

"Because you escaped, bro. Now you think you’re some big-shot, huh?"

Anthony cringed at the stink radiating from Marcel. "No need to be jealous. Besides... I wish I could escape that funk."

Everyone around cracked up.

Marcel’s face twisted. "Oh yeah? Come here then, pretty boy."

Before Anthony could move, Marcel grabbed his head and shoved it straight into his armpit.

Anthony gagged, inhaling a lungful of raw, wet Dominican musk. He thrashed, feeling Marcel’s coarse pit hair scrape his face. Nico and the others pulled Marcel off, but Anthony stumbled away, eyes dazed, chest heaving.

"You good, cuz?" Nico asked, concerned.

Anthony wiped his face. "Yeah... I’m good. Let's just go."

Marcel called after him: "You can run, city boy — but you can't run from your roots!"

Back at the house, something was... wrong.

Anthony climbed the stairs, stripping off his wet clothes, ready to scrub every inch of himself clean. But as he peeled his shirt off, that smell — that smell — hit him again.

Except this time... it was coming from him.

He lifted an arm, sniffed cautiously — and almost staggered back. He smelled sweaty, ripe, feral. His smooth pits itched with growing stubble. His body felt... hotter, heavier.

He reached for his towel — then froze.

A dumb, heavy thought plopped into his brain: "Man... do I really need to shower?"

Anthony blinked, confused. He always showered after swimming. He hated feeling dirty. But as he hesitated, another thought, rougher, meaner, punched through: "Deodorant is for pussies. I ain’t no pussy."

Grinning dopily, Anthony lifted his arm and huffed his own stink. His dick twitched.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered, letting the towel drop. "Real men smell like this."

Downstairs, Nico called: "Yo! Dinner!"

Anthony threw on the same nasty socks he wore earlier and a pair of loose shorts, no underwear. His nuts itched like crazy, but he didn't care. He scratched shamelessly as he stumbled into the kitchen.

Nico wrinkled his nose. "Dude... you smell like the pool."

Anthony shrugged, scratching his sweaty junk under the table. "Nah, bro. Smell like a man."

Nico looked disgusted, but before he could reply, Anthony's guts rumbled. Pressure built in his belly.

The stupid voice in his head laughed: "Let it rip, cuh! Gas 'em good!"

Without a second thought, Anthony lifted one leg and let out the nastiest, juiciest fart of his life. BRRRAAAAPPPPPP.

Everyone recoiled, shouting and gagging.

"Dude, what the fuck!" Nico choked.

Anthony just grinned, scratching his sweaty pit. "Relax. Real men fart when they want."

He scarfed down the rest of his meal, burping loudly, then stumbled back upstairs, half-hard in his shorts.

In his room, the changes got worse.

Anthony stripped again, staring at himself in the mirror. His once-smooth pits were sprouting thick dark hairs. His legs and crotch itched fiercely — thick bushes of hair exploding across his skin.

He panicked, reaching for a razor.

But the voice oozed into his brain: "What you gonna shave for, ese? Ladies dig that jungle. It's sexy, it’s raw."

Anthony froze, trembling. "Makes me smell good... ladies like it?" he mumbled.

The voice laughed. "Hell yeah, bro. Big booty Latinas gonna love you."

"But... I’m gay," Anthony whispered, weakly.

"Nah, city boy. That city shit messed you up. You like pussy. You love pussy."

Anthony’s hand, almost without his control, slid down to his crotch. He scratched his sweaty balls, then sniffed his fingers. The stench blasted his brain. His knees buckled.

Images of tits, ass, twerking Latinas filled his head, drowning out everything else. His dick hardened, throbbing.

"Fuck..." he moaned.

The voice egged him on. "Go ahead, cuh. Stroke that shit. Smell yourself. Be a man."

Anthony gave in, fisting his fat brown cock. His whole body was reeking now — armpits, balls, feet, all fermenting in musky heat. His pubes spilled out of his shorts in a thick trail.

The more he stroked, the dumber he got — forgetting New York, his boyfriend, his fashion dreams. Only tits, ass, pussy mattered now.

With a guttural groan, Anthony shot fat ropes of cum across his hairy stomach and chest, gasping like an animal. The voice chuckled darkly: "Atta boy. Don’t even clean up. Rub that shit in. Lick it up."

And Anthony did — slathering his cum into his pits, licking it off his fingers, moaning like a whore before passing out naked and stinking.

The next morning, the new Anthony was born.

He stumbled downstairs in nothing but boxers, scratching his hairy nuts, burping. He grabbed a milk jug and chugged straight from it.

Nico stared at him, horrified.

"Uh... we're going back to the pool. You... wanna come?"

Anthony scratched his ass lazily. "Sure, I'll chill with you fags."

Nico’s jaw dropped. "Dude, what the hell happened to you?"

Anthony grinned wide, showing his teeth. His cock stiffened in his boxers, leaking pre down his thigh. Without shame, he pawed at it — when the voice came back and said Nut your smarts out big bro. And He nutted in his boxers, right there in front of Nico, terrified.

"Love you, cuz," Anthony said dumbly, licking his fingers.

At the pool... things got worse.

Anthony strutted around in loose shorts, freeballing. His fat dickhead poked out shamelessly.

Marcel found him. "Yo, fam! You feelin’ good today?"

Anthony laughed, brain fogged and stupid. "Fuck yeah, vato. Like a new man."

"Got a surprise for you, bro," Marcel said, throwing an arm around him. "Come on."

They disappeared into the locker stalls.

The final blow.

Marcel leaned close. "You got that voice in your head now, right?"

Anthony nodded dumbly.

"Good. That voice? That's me, cuh. When I shoved your face in my pit, I changed you. You my bro now. Forever. all of your old memories are gone. Now you want to live with your cuz Marcel and get fucked by him."

Anthony blinked, some small flicker of old memories fighting back.

"I dunno, man," Anthony muttered. "I got a life in New York... fashion... boyfriend... and I already have a cousin Nico your not my cuz..."

Marcel sneered. "Get on your knees."

Anthony obeyed without thinking.

Marcel pulled down his trunks, exposing his hairy ass. He let out a thunderous, wet fart — right in Anthony’s face.

Anthony inhaled instinctively.

The effect was instant.

All the old Anthony — dreams, memories, everything — melted away. Replaced with filthy, stinking, horny Dominican bro energy.

Anthony's nuts swelled with sticky cum he couldn’t get rid of fast enough. His skin roughened. Hair sprouted from every inch of him. His asshole grew a thick dark pelt. asshole tightening and his growing bubble but. both perfect but never would get used other than Marcel when he got freaky. His cock throbbed, dripping.

He moaned as Marcel jerked him off roughly — helping him bust the last of his old self away.

Anthony came hard, shooting over his stomach, his hairy pits, his own chest, groaning loudly. He smeared his cum like lotion into his skin.

Marcel clapped him on the back. "Welcome home, bro."

Nico walked in wanting to see what was up, and Anthony just grabbed his face and farted on em!

Marcel gave him a chest bump and together, they went to find some pussy, rip ass, and NOT use condoms.

this is my first story! Hope you enjoyed it, and I am always open to pt 2's!

[maletfdreamer]

Iron Will

Will didn’t always look this boyishly handsome and have that dumb submissive dullness in his big brown eyes. It started a week ago. Will and his best friend Dylan grew up together living across the street from one another. The two guys were like two peas in a pod. Both had a knack for the arts, and loved reading all sorts of books and plays. The two were inseparable. Then one day Dylan started acting. . . odd. Will started seeing him less and less, and he became more muscular and stopped coming around as much. Will was kinda left behind, mostly kept to himself those days. That's when Will was in the town's bookstore checking out the new selection, when Dylan walked in. drenched in sweat and booking it to the otherside of the bookstore. 

 “ Woah! Dylan is that you? “ asked Will. “ Do I know you? “ said Dylan taking an airpod out. Will was very confused and taken aback by this. How could his best friend of years not recognize him? It had only been six months. “ It’s me, Will. Will O’keffe? We’ve been friends for twelve years? Lived across the street from one another for the same amount of time. It’s not like one of our houses moved or something. “ Will said very impatiently, thinking maybe this was a sick joke. “ Oh yeah!! Hey dawg! Long time no see, feels like a fuckin long time since I’ve seen you dude. Come here! “ Dylan said energetically, while pulling Will in for a sweaty hug. Will could feel the coarse hair from inside Dylan's pit rub against him causing him great discomfort. Something was most definitely up. First off, never in the nineteen years Dylan has been alive has he ever said Dawg, Dude or anything like that. He also has never cussed, he always got onto Will for his coarse language.  “ Gee, you sure are sweaty! Whatcha been up to. . . Pal? “ Will inquired. “ I’ve been working out mostly. I tell you bro, we’ve been missing out for YEARS. Huhuhuhuh! I have never felt more alive in my life. Shits addicting. “ Dylan practically yelled in this bookstore, causing many people to turn and look at the two. Dylan didn’t notice, but Will sure did.

 “ So you coming in to get a book or- “ Will whispered trying to lower the volume when he was abruptly interrupted. “ PFFT Suck a dick! I’m just here to use the bathroom! I always get rad gas after a gym sesh. Sometimes I question if I’m even farting. It smells so damn rank. “ Dylan said once again loudly. Will finally caved and put his book back. “ Look, how about we talk someplace else we're getting some crazy ass looks because you're talking so loud. “ Will said, very pissed off. “ Woah little guy! No need to lose your shit. Forgot you were so uptight. Fine after I'm done emptying my dump truck, how about you meet me at the gym? It's two blocks down that way on the strip. Can’t miss it. “ Dylan suggested, and before Will could even process what he said Dylan ripped mad ass in the aisle. The smell was eggy and funky. Almost like he just shot out a protein gas. “ Holy shit. Fine whatever I’ll meet you there, hurry up and go take a shit before you do it here. “ Will said, covering his nose. “ No shit? Fuck yeah! Bet I’ll see you there bro, hey don’t go in that. Go get some workout clothes. “ Dylan said while running off to the bathroom. Will thought what the hell did he just get himself into. The fart lingered longer than he expected and inhaled some of it causing a coughing fit which sent him out of the book store and on the way to find what the hell exactly are “ Work out clothes. “ An hour or two later Will arrived at the Iron Will gym, and for a split second Will considered changing his name after reading that. Moving onward he walked in and was met with many meatheads, boy builders, and gym rats. It smelled like metal, sweat and axe spray deodorant. Will considered leaving when Dylan across the gym began hollering his name.

 “ WILL! WILL!! BRO OVER HERE! “ Dylan yelled. Will kept his head down and walked over carrying his duffle bag with the gym clothes. “ Holy shit I can’t believe you made it!! You ready?”  Dylan asked hyper with excitement. “ Considering I came here initially to just talk with you and somehow got wrapped up into working out I fucking guess so. “ Will replied with a passive aggressive tone. “ Hell yeah! Keep that energy, don't lose it! Go ahead and get changed, locker room’s that way. Meet me back over by the bench press.” Dylan said while slamming his hand on Will's back, causing Will to recoil in pain. Will hesitantly walked into the locker room and rightfully so. When he made it in he was greeted with the smell of hell. It was a festering stagnant pool of ripe sweat, and funky smells he didn’t know he could smell but now wish he couldn’t. He walked over to the bench and began to change with everyone else in there. He placed his extra clothes neatly for after he was through with this hell and left to go back out. Dylan put through Will through hell in there, challenging him to bench press, leg press, pull ups and many more forms of torture. “ Please tell me that was it because if I do anything more my arms will fucking fall out of their sockets. “ Will said. “ Yeah dawg we’re done! Go hit the showers you need it, worked up a good sweat huh? “ Dylan said. “ Worked up my damn temper is what you did. “ Will said, muttering his way into the locker room. When Will entered it was busier than before so he squeezed through and picked up his towel and soap and headed for the showers. When he got to them he was so excited to wash off so he could go home and forget this ever happened. When he went to turn the nob nothing came out, so he tried the other one, and the next, and the next with no luck. “ Hey dude! Those don’t work no more! “ said one of the other guys. “ Isn’t that fucking great! “ Will replied. Will just wanted to get out of here and go home so he did something he usually doesn’t do. He put clean clothes on while dirty so he grabbed his clothes loosely and went into a stall to change. He took off his shirt wafting more smell off, then his socks wet with sweat, and then his shorts and finally his underwear. He was rank, no wonder Dylan smelled. “ I just need to get the fuck out of here, I can take a shower at home. “ Will reminded himself. He slipped on some new socks which for some reason felt the same as the ones he just took off and smelled worse. He thought maybe he was confused so he put his boxers on then it hit him. He realized he was wearing someone else's clothes. “ What the fuck, I’m gonna gag! “ He said loud enough for everyone else to hear. Will opened the stall and walked back out in underwear and socks, he began to look everywhere for his clothes flipping through his bag looking in the lockers when someone said something.

 “ Hey man, I think we switched clothes. Those are my undies broski. “ Will turned around to see a hispanic gun wearing his clothes, now stained with what appears to be cum, meanwhile he's in his. “ Please tell me these are your clean ones. “ Will said about to blow up. “ No man those are last weeks, I forgot they were in my bag. “ Right before Will was gonna yell he felt a twitch ripple from his crotch to his brain.  Calm down bro. So you switched boxers, bro’s do that. Will’s face was frozen in confusion. He looked around looking for the person who just said that, but it was just him and this guy. “ Listen, you can keep them if you want bro. I got plenty like those in my bag. “ Will got angry again and couldn’t hold it back this time. “ Why the fuck would I want these, and I’m not your b- “ The twitch came back and rippled once again. He’s your bro, be nice to him. You’ll take the clothes and shut the fuck up about it. Will was at a loss for words, all he could get out was “ you know what bro, I’ll take em thanks dude! “ The other guy looked at Will dully then replied “ Okay man, but hey, I didn’t have any shirt in that bag or shorts, or shoes lemme lend you some. “ Will started thinking straight again and realized what he said. “ Oh bro there's no nee- “ You love wearing dirty and stinky clothes, especially when their bros. Ask if he’s got a spare jock strap. “ DO YOU HAVE A SPARE JOCK STRAP. “ Will said immediately with little to no emotion. “ Yeah of course bro. Lemme put this all in your duffle. “ No need you’ll change right here. Will’s better thinking started fighting back. Why the hell is he calling this random stranger bro, and why isn’t he freaking out? He's wearing another man's dirty clothes, and he most certainly will not change in the middle of this locker room. Just then another twitch came but this one was different, Will got a hard on and he couldn’t hide it, then he felt it. He was about to cum. Will was confused, he tried to fight it when he finally succumbed and jizzed in his new boxers, shooting out parts of his standards. Leaving him with a dumb look on his face. Drool running down his face.

 “ Okay all packed dawg. “ the guy looked at Will, confused why he looked like that. Will starred dumbly and took the bag and thudded his way over to the bench and began to undress. He took the boxers off making a string of cum stretch, then he slid on his new jockstrap. The jockstrap was warm and already wet when Will adjusted it and moved his dick into place. He then slid on his new shorts and his tank top. He slid on his new sweaty Nike shoes. He went back to normal except he was fine with this all.  And started to walk out when he was stopped. “ Wait dude! Lift your arms. “ Will dropped the bag and turned around and lifted his arms revealing his smooth armpits but smelled like hell. 

The guy grabbed a can of Axe and sprayed him. “ Alright now your set. Later bro! “ Will picked up his bag and left back outside. His mind left the daze he was previously in but still had no issue with what happened. “ Hey bro! You take care of everything? “ asked Dylan. Will looked like he was still putting together what happened and was looking for the words but instead just went with “ yeah bro. Imma head back to my crib later! “ Dylan acted normal and dabbed Will up. “ Sick, later brochacho! “ Will made it home and took a shower trying to wash himself off but couldn’t seem to get the smell off. He took off the jockstrap and put back on the boxers. While he was about to start his night routine he felt another ripple of twitching but this time it stayed in his crotch. It felt very warm and itchy. When he looked down he saw his bush had grown. “ What the hell? I just shaved yesterday how the fuck is this possible? “

Will, confused, just went to bed and figured he’d deal with it in the morning. Will kept tossing and turning though his legs were hot and itchy as well. When he lifted the sheets he gasped at what he saw. His legs were covered in hair all the way up to his crotch. Will had always been clean shaven, never having so much as stubble anywhere. The only body hair he was ever chill with was what was on his head and eyebrows. When he finally was about to get up to do something another shiver was sent from his crotch this one made it to his brain. 

Bro don’t shave, makes you manly. How about you explore what's in there instead big guy. Will had never been the type to touch himself like that but now he had the most break neck urge to. He pulled down his underwear and began to jerk his meat. He’s never felt this sensation before with each tug he got more and more light headed. All of his memories of books, plays, years of poetry were all melting down into his vats of cum. Of course those memories were replaced with working out with Dylan, being a sexy gym rat, and rippin ass with his bros. Then another ripple came. Real men goon, you should try it bro! Will’s melted back to the stupid look he had in the gym. 

I think when this happens he becomes vulnerable to these ideas being planted in his head. Dude stop caring what other people think, why even think stop doing it. He kept stroking and listening to what he was being told. It’s okay to rip ass in public dude, everyone should smell your ass. Just then Will ripped ass underneath the sheets, wafting upwards to his nose infecting him more. You love this smell, it makes you hard. You also love the smell of sweat and cum brochacho. Will took a deep inhale of this stench and kept looking like he’s lost his brain. Protect your pits from razors, deodorant and soap. Gotta preserve that alpha stench! Will listened to these lifestyle changes of his, almost like he’s been doing this for years. Now you need to cum buddy, let all of those old memories turn to sweet sweet baby batter! A faint part of Will was fighting back, keeping him from losing all of who he is, and transitioning to this new oaf. Will’s dumb gooner face twitched wanting to cum but couldn’t. CUM BITCH! Will was no match for this new wave of Will. Will shot the most potent cum ever all over himself and crotch. It was caked onto his new bush, and dripping down his new hairy legs. “ Holy shit that felt good. Gotta tell Dylan about it tomorrow. “ Will snapped his favorite pair of boxers now back on his waist, sealing all of that cum the old him into the boxers and his skin. 

When Will woke up the next morning he jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to find the new him. Stubble growing, more masculine jawline and of course still wearing his boxers. Will got dressed and picked up his phone and saw Dylan invited him to go play soccer. Wills dick got hard at the idea of playing soccer right now, so he ran to his duffle and stuffed it with his gym clothes and ran to the field.

When Will got there Dylan was already ready so Will went and changed and even though he has never played soccer much less touched a ball other than his own, he was a natural. Weaving in and out of the other players and dribbling that ball with his ripe feet like no one's business. “ Holy shit dude you’re a fucking pro! Huhuhuh! “ Dylan yelled. Will launched the ball and slid to the ground sending it to the goal. Will and Dylan ran to one another and had a sweaty hug then chest bumped. “ Hell yeah bro that's how it's done bitch! “ Will said. Will took a deep huff of his sweaty pits like his new drug. Dylan and Will started hanging out more again, going on trips together to beaches, getting Will an entirely new wardrobe, and of course going to the gym. 

One day they were on a day trip to the nearby beach staying at somebody's family's house or whatever, when the two were laying down on the couch after a day of swimming and fucking around at the beach when they started talking. “ You know Will, I'm glad we're bros again. I was worried that when I started going to the gym and was my true self you wouldn’t wanna hangout. “ Dylan said. Will looked at him like he had said something stupid. “ Of course dipshit, I love you, you're my bro I’d do anything for you! What kind of stupid fucking worry is that.“ said Will. Dylan looked at Will a bit irritated by that response. “ Do you always have to be so rude Will, I was begin fucking nice. “ Will lifted a leg and ripped ass then started laughing while scratching his junk.

“ If you don’t like it you can go fuck off. “ Dylan was disappointed. “ You know I thought after paying that guy to switch clothes with you, you’d chill the fuck out but theres still so much smart in your brain. “ Will looked mad now as he realized what Dylan just said. “ You fucking what? “ Will said. “ But you know even with that guys cum in them it still hasn’t changed that. But you know I think I can. “ Dylan said walking over to Will, licking his pits and pulled down his sweaty swimming trunks exposing his nine inch fuck stick.

 “ Bro what the hell! “ Will yelled. Dylan started sucking Will off sending Will into ecstasy. Dylan stopped, now that his dick is slick, and he impaled himself with Will’s cock. “ OH FUUUCKUH. “ Will gasped. “ Shut up and huff. Dylan shoved Will’s face into his ripe pit. If Will thought his were good, Dylans were the best. Will was trapped and started huffing in that delicious smell, licking his bros pits. “ I’m gonna fuck you till your the stupidest stinkiest motherfucker ever. “ Dylan yelled. Words are hard for you, your IQ is only 20 speak like a caveman. The dumb Will gooner face came back. Dylan started to smirk knowing this was working. 

Dylan is superior to you, you will always submit and be nice to him. You want his approval. “ Almost there Willy! “ Dylan yelled. Your only bro in this world is Dylan and you will do anything he says because he’s your master. Will’s mind was spinning, or what was left of it, same protocol it all dripped down to his potent cum. CUM, BECOME THE BRO! Will’s face contorted and he shot all of his last remnants into Dylan, moaning and exhaling hard. “ How are you feeling Will? “ Dylan asked. “ Uhhhhhhhh okay. “ Will said, sniffing his pits. “ Who’s your master? “ Dylan asked excitedly for the response. “ You, duh. “ Will said. Dylan was so happy with his work. He finally had the perfect bro, and new fuck buddy. Will was nothing but a stinky, hairy buff idiot who couldn’t do anything but eat, fart, workout, and fuck.

“ Flex for me dawg. “ Dylan asked. Will flexed his muscles presenting his musty pits. This would be the rest of Will's life, being Dylan's puppet and gym arm candy. “ Let's go upstairs, I wanna fuck that boy pussy of yours dawg. “ Will stood up and obeyed. “ Whatever you say Bro. Huuhuhuuh. “ Will pulled down his trunks completely off and followed Dylan upstairs with his dick swinging back and forth dripping with cum and sweat.

[ask-hannah-blog]

Imagine a gas trap in a dungeon that turns the person caught in it into a fart addict over time...

It’s less of a trap and more of a zone. A warm fleshy forest of legs and asses sticking up from the ground and out of the walls. The sounds of prrrrrrrt and psssssssh echo through the hall as the asses occasionally release and fill the air with their farts.

Adventures who traverse the hall will of course plug their nose and try to move on, maybe fuck one of the dripping pussies or asshole sticking out of the ground.

But after they leave they’ll find themselves growing gassy and missing the smell. Eventually they come crawling back leaving a trail of farts behind them. They find a nice warm sphincter in the fleshy wall gaping for them, and crawl inside. It’ll seal around them, and just like that they’ll join the forest!

[lat3n1ghts0nly]

Passed Around

I want a group of people, no matter who they are to pass me around and use me as a public fart muffler. Laugh at me, degrade me, force me to submit while I cry and whine from how overwhelming it is. Heaven.

[femmefoxhotbox]

masc frat hazing ritual that involves being their fart huffer after a night out drinking, bellies full of gurgling fermentation. upon their arrival back from the bars, stumbling and teetering and laughing, they corral you into the basement of the frat house where you take turns nuzzling your nose into crack after sweaty crack, sniffing up any and everything they have to give you.

with your snout nudged up against a cargo pants seam, the first brother to take to you lets out a potent, rumbling fart, heavy and ripe in your nostrils and vibrating against your face. the other brothers giggle in their drunkenness, little gasps and "oooh, wow,"s and "jeez,"s in response to your predicament, playing it up by fanning the smell away. she reaches back and grabs your hair, rocking your face side-to-side in between her hefty cheeks, letting a few more brassy, heady rips purr into your face, the smell taking hold in your pores. you take deep breaths through your nose, sighing on the exhale, letting the stench sop into your olfactory nerve and the bubbly sounds bounce around in your brain.

you're passed around indiscriminately, the torment seemingly nonstop, soft mockeries persistently thrown your way. you go without coercion, letting strong hands ease your head where they wanted it. "that's it, sniff it all up," someone urges into your ear with your face smushed into another brother's briefs, her jeans around her knees. her boxers are damp and swampy, the earthy musk emanating from them seasoning every burbling fart that heats your face, humid and poignant and tantalizing. while the brothers were drunk off busch apple, you grew lightheaded and woozy with your own gas-induced intoxication.

two brothers sit you in the corner, one having forgone her pants, the remaining boyshorts riding into her ass, the other with their jeans pulled a quarter down their cheeks, a few inches of musky crack visible above the waistband. they sandwich your face in between four plush globes of ass, their raunchy farts sputtering against your head, pungent and smoggy and fully encapsulating your senses. you can't help but moan audibly now with the olfactory input doubled, hot, bubbling beer farts fumigating the last of your fresh air.

with arousal getting the better of you, you turn your head towards the visible upper crack in your face, opening your mouth and letting your tongue dip just inside the doughy cleavage, feeling the pliant flesh mold to the muscle, little wisps of body hair tickling your lips. the strength of their next rip sends vibrations through their fat, cushiony cheeks and over your prodding tongue, making your eyes flutter back and your mouth water so expeditiously as the syrupy reek settles on your tastebuds that a dollop of saliva drips down your chin.

"damn," they muse above you, looking over their shoulder upon feeling your bold oral exploration. "you like sniffing our nasty farts that much? freak."

"hey, be nice to the pledges," the second brother objects. "you don't want them to... tap out, do you?" with that, she forces your face (and tongue) out of their ass and back to hers, letting a particularly bubbling and explosive fart warble into your nose and against your mouth, sticky and ripe and so hot. the other brother smirks and adds onto the revolting offense by pushing out another repugnant, burbling fart, the scents mingling in a dense, poignant concoction and the cacophony of loud, bubbly sounds going straight to your crotch. huff like your life depends on it, the thick, muggy warmth filling your lungs.

you don't know how many hours into the hazing it was when a delivery driver deposits mexican on the house's porch, or when a brother brings it down into the basement. "fuel," they tell you from your spot on your knees, a thoroughly farted-through pair of boxers discarded over your face. "so you won't have to worry about us running out anytime soon."

now full of greasy fast food and refried beans and lingering beer bloat, their farts are somehow worse, and more frequent. you just close your eyes, moaning and nearly drooling, crotch on fire as you helplessly accept the onslaught, rancid, intense, steamy ass blasting you from all angles, seeping into the sulci of your brain, making you dumb. your face is squished in between someone's asscrack, then sandwiched again between two, then three, then four. your face is sat on, surrounded, and smothered in drunk, meat-sweating asses, farts dripping out of them in deep, burbling wafts, hammering against your skull and drilling your nose. you were positive this would cling to you for days.

sunrise was approaching by the time they ease up. you were a panting, wet mess, sweating and soaking in a pool of your own arousal. "getting tired? yeah, us too." one brother pets a hand over your hair, both condescending and comforting. taking this as a cue the night was over, you stand and begin to leave, but you're caught by the arms on both sides. "what do you think you're doing? you're sleeping here. under the covers of whoever wants you most. a little dutch oven never hurt anyone, did it?"

you had a feeling this "little" dutch oven would be more of a violently noxious one, so you nod eagerly and let yourself be led to a bedroom where you'll spend the next few hours huffing sleepy hangover gas in a blanketed sauna

[pitstophag]

[fatgassydomm]

i think rimming is so gross but i want you to force me. hear me complain and refuse and just throw me on the ground and trap me under your fat sweaty ass, no pants, no underwear. line up and slam your hole right onto my mouth and nose. laugh at me and moan while rubbing your ass on my face and shaking your cheeks, slapping my face. bounce your ass against my face. my favorite is when you can hear the sub’s muffled scream against the asshole. it would be perfect for you to lift up just a little, thinking im getting mercy and start gasping the fresh air, just for you to spread your hole and release the loudest, wettest disgusting fart right into my face. keep me trapped under you, making out with your asshole and being forcefed your farts allllll day.

HAHAHAHA… I really like how pathetic and disgusting you are, but you're ashamed to show yourselves for fear of how others will judge you!

Imagine you, being all sweet and normal in your daily life, but coming to my house every night so I can treat you the way you like to be treated, farting in your face and making you feel pleasure in all this filth!

You're a pathetic and disgusting slut! hahaha

[hypnojocks]

Your body is stunned… Even if you’d have the possibilty you are unable to move… Your face is burried in my ass, and now you’re inhaling my smell. My strong, man smell… So much powerful than you are… So intense… It starts to overpower you… Like a fog, it will sit on your brain, and prevent it to work properly… It will be open for suggestions from me… And this fog will create addiction… You will live for this smell, you need this fog on your brain.

[hypnojocks]

I decided to stop being a lazy dude who I am right now. I always had excuses for workout: no time, no energie, but mostly: no partner. Doing things alone is boring and you often loose the motivation after 3-4 times. My colleague recommended me a site, fitlink, where I can find somebody to train with. I felt a bit like registering to a dating site, but I don’t care, I need to change.

After a few clicks, I was already in, looking for training buddies. And I got a message. He lives close to me, we are around the same age, and he wants to visit the same gym where I bought my yearly ticket in January. Yes, I know what you think, new years resolution. You guessed it right. Let’s not talk about that. We quickly arranged our first session this week. Great, I’m on track!

I was really excited to meet Ben. After a quick greeting we went to the locker room to change clothes, and get ready to pump some muscle. Ben was an experienced guy, he works out for 3 years. He can also give me some advice how to start, and help me to create a plan. Today we started with some running and weight lifting. After we ran, we headed to the weights. Ben was really nice he helped me to find the best weight for my condition. We sat down and started to pump. This is when he started to act wierd. He asked me if I mind if he takes off his shoes and socks. I mean… Who cares?

We just sat, and pumped, when I felt something wierd. A strong smell in my nose, so intese that I had to stop for a while.

“Are you tired?” Ben asked.

“No, I’m just a bit deconcentrated, I will be ok”

“I’m pretty sure about that” He said, and I saw a grin on his face. Why is he smiling? What is he planning? And where does this rotten smell come? It is impossible to develop some muscle if the whole place stinks. I tried to focus on pumping instead of the odor. I took breaths as I lifted the weights (just like Ben advised me at the beginning: breathing in with nose, and letting it out from my mouth). My head started to spin. I didn’t feel that I could continue with my task, so I put the weights down, and had some stretching. Sit in a spreader, then reach out for the right foot. Then for the left one… And this is when I found the source of the stink. Ben was on my left side, still pumping the weights, focusing on getting things done. I looked at Ben, especially his foot. It was like green fog would leave it. Come on, I only saw this in silly cartoons. I was laying on my thighs, reaching out my foot, and watching his feet. I was stunned, unable to move. And still kept breathing in… and out… Taking deeper and deeper sniffs from Bens feet. I didn’t find it stinky anymore. It was just… intense. And an intense men who works on his body should has a smell like this. It is just so logical. I tried to get closer to him. Get closer to the source of the smell, to take it right from the source, so I tried a new stretching exercise. I couldn’t see anything, but Bens feet, I was focused on it. His feet meant the whole world for me at that moment. I didn’t realize that it was around closing time, so basically we were the only guests in the gym.

“Even closer… Sniff it…” These are the words I heard, but I thought I was hallucinating. I just wanted to reach Bens feet… I just need to sniff it directly. I laid down on the ground right before his feet. Beind them I could see his shorts, and his arms moving.

“Now lick it.” I heard. But hey… Stop… What if he notices it? What will he think about me? I checked his face if he sees what I am doing or not. He was looking right at me, with an evil grin on his face. He stopped pumping, and put his foot right into my face, and said: “Lick it”

I don’t know why, but I felt I have no other choice, and besides, I wanted to lick his foot. And suck his toe, while I’m taking deep sniffs from the odor. He ordered me to continue licking and kissing, while I’m moving my head up on his hairy shin right to his thighs. I was kissing him, obeying him, I didn’t know why. I just had to. When I reached his short he gave me another command: “Sniff it, and kiss it”

The smell was still intense, but different. Sweaty balls after a long run, and as my lips touched the slippery fabric of his shorts I was in heaven. I didn’t care if anybody sees what I am doing, I just wanted more sniffs, and more kisses. My nose reached his balls, I felt he is bulging. I started to kiss his balls though his shorts. I have never done anything like this before, but it felt so right. Pleasing a guy is a natural thing to do. I felt his dick with my lips… So hard… So big… So powerfull… As I kissed his dick he put his hands on my head and started to rub my hair, and started to talk.

“Remember this feeling, and remember this smell, because from now this will be very important to you. You will do anything to feel this again. The smell… The shorts… The submission… You are addicted to them, and you will do anything to get a bit of them. And you should know that if you obey me, without questions, you will get them. You have to fulfill my every command, and you will be allowed to sniff my foot again. You will be allowed to kiss my balls again. And you can feel my shorts on your lips again… The only thing you need is to obey me. Did you understand?”

I was unable to speak, since my mouth was full with his shorts, and his cock though them, but I tried to tell: Yes, Master. He understood it. Then he grabbed  my hair, and pushed my head away.

“That was enough workout for today, I’m glad that you accepted me as your partner. Otherwise I would never be able to enslave you with my odor. Now come, get dressed, and you can continue worshiping me at my flat. You will have more opportunity there.”

I just looked at him, right in the eye with an adoration. I gave one last kiss to his cock, and stood up to head to the lockers.