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Any gay/bi doms or straight guys in Georgia that want to fart in a fag’s face? DM Me 🙇🏻♂️
Masculine and discrete here 👍
Why would he get the bath water dirty when he's got you on hand to clean his ass first. Now get your tongue in there and get to work. Btw he just took a shit so you better make sure to get it extra clean!
Dom Qoutes Season 2
Master Steels Stink Seat
"Fuck I'm going to enjoy this! What's the sad look about? You should be happy that I chose to sit on your face. After all its a dream for little sluts like you to get close to a massive muscle ass like mine. Now you have a simple choice to make. Either open your mouth and swallow my farts, or use your nose and have to smell each one. I will stop half an hour in so you can change the method, but there will be no mercy except for that!" Without giving you a chance to think he walks over and turns to sit down mid fart. You smell it immediately and decide to swallow instead, a choice you came to regret as it tasted like unfiltered sewage. He simply laughs as he feels you quiver beneath his massive muscular frame.
*Check out @IamSteel6 on twitter/X*
Farting Neighbor
Your neighbour made it perfectly clear he didn't want you living next door. He made it his mission to to try and drive you out. Blasting music and the television. Smoking by your open window. Having loud sex at all hours.
But his new tactic was the most childish yet. After having installed a doorbell camera to add some security he'd taken it as an invitation to disrupt you more. The first time the app had pinged an alert you'd been at work. Unsure what he was doing you'd unmuted the vid to have a fart blast out your speaker causing huge embarrassment as every one looked at you.
This had become a daily routine for him. Sometimes twice a day. You couldn't help but look with each alert. Just incase he escalated. Weeks went by where you watched him fart.
Long farts.
Short farts.
Raspberry farts.
Rumbling farts.
Wet farts.
Dry farts.
Each video he farted to the camera and cockily would swagger away. You saw them all. You heard them all. You couldn't help it. You started to look forward to the next one. Saved them up and watched while touching yourself.
Watching...
listening...
but only imagining the smell.
Maybe tomorrow take the day off work and wait by the door. Before he even gets chance to push the button open the door and beg him to let rip on your face. You'll do anything. Move away if he wants. But just finally let you experience what you've craved for so long.
Tom had made your life a living hell in high school years ago. You thought you had escaped his evil wrath with a few years of respite in college but was startled to see him at your new firms orientation day a few seats down, shooting you his familiar smirk. Straight and a ladies man, Tom had everyone eating out of his palm in no time. He’d just moved to his new corner office last week (record quick for this firm) and rumor had it he’d banged every skirt in the office, with or without a wedding ring attached.
Your old “training” came in pretty quick and when he came in to greet you at your tiny cubicle with his morning gas you made sure to have his coffee hot and ready, *just how he liked it* and to wish him a good morning with a big dumb smile and hands outstretched for any boring paperwork he wanted to offload onto you today. Now on weekends (when he doesn’t call you to wash his car or “help out” with cleaning his condo) you almost miss the gnarly odors emanating from his muscular manly ass … wtf is wrong with you?
Your bully followed you home a couple weeks ago when he saw you walking to your apartment from work. It’s been years since you felt the wrath of Roy in high school but that’s all child’s play these days. He broke up you and your girlfriend back then and made sure you were the laughingstock, cutting off any friends you may have held onto and branding you forever as the fart fag fairy. Jocks mooning you their hairy holes in the hallways was common place, girls wrinkling their noses and laughing too - till you moved away for college, that is and forgot all that in the past.
He made you copy your house key and now, when you get home from work, you know to stick his dinner in the oven and get to work on your dinner… Roy’s sweaty, hairy, smelly hole and pent up work farts. He calls this “the warm up”. When he’s relaxed to his satisfaction you crawl under the kitchen table to suck on his toes and massage his smelly feet while he eats in relaxation and tunes in to sports center on your tv, listening intently for when he needs another beer. He made you break things off with your latest flame but is asking her out on a date for himself this weekend when he saw what a hottie she was. You’re the fart fag fairy after all, her sweet pussy is wasted on you, loser.
As you feel a fart bubble up and flutter your lips connected to his asshole tonight and hear his snoring start up above you, you figure at least you have a safe routine now. No escaping the wrath of Roy for as long as you live, fart fag fairy, no fluttering away for you.
Your brother’s best friend was just so cool. He Hung out at your place and when he saw you checking him out and practically drooling a wide smile spread across his face and he flexed, showing off his ripped body. With your brother outside grilling burgers, he snapped his finger at you, stood tall and told you to kneel and sniff the fart he let out on the couch cushion. It smelt of rotten beef and old socks. “That’s right bitch. Be your faggot self for me and serve your superior. Go get me a fresh beer”. Since then, I pray To get a minute alone with him again. Maybe you could offer to wash his car this weekend and see his place. Maybe he’ll have you sniff his car seat cushion next.
We often rode the elevator together at work. It was the highlight of my day getting to share with him, he was just so attractive, sometimes I might hang around the lobby to stall for time until I saw him then would call the lift ready.
Today he seems particularly cheerful. Stood by the door waiting in silence as per usual, but I felt like he was pleased to see me.
Soon as we got in and the lift started up towards our office on floor 10, he leant forward and pressed the top button. Floor 40. I didn't understand what he wanted that floor for until he let out a ripping fart and gave me a cheeky smirk.
I melted right there from his smile. The lift opened on our floor and he got out. Without looking back to check he headed to his desk. Knowing that I had without hesitation stayed put, hammering the door close button to not lose any of his fragrant fart, breathing it all in as I rode to the top uninterrupted.
Sit on my face master.
If you bring Xander’s lunch order at noon to his job site he sometimes lets you sniff his coffee farts. Likes showing off for the rest of the crew. You’d both come a long way since junior high but heirarchy never changes.
When you asked your trainer for a pic to post your progress on social media, this wasn’t really what you had in mind. Ever the strong, gracious man Scott gave you your wish. You could hear raucous laughter, in between Scott’s grizzly farts blasting your face and lots of camera clicks coming from all angles of the gym. Scott decided to be extra helpful and post the best pics for you, changing you Facebook Instagram and even linked in profile photo. He ripped one last massive fart as you moaned into his hole and handed you back your phone.
“I went ahead and changed all your passwords, to keep your profiles safe faggot, you can never be too careful. Photos with me are pricey, so I went ahead and cash apped myself $300 from your account so you could skip paying at the front desk. The other guys say they’ll take photos with you too if you want but you should hit the showers first. You smell like ass”
Just have a seat and relax 😌
Wants to rub his taint on your beard to see how long his scent sticks to you when you go into work today. What do you say??
Trevor says you’ve really grown on him, as a fag that is. Today he’s letting you enjoy the stink from his farts for a bit but only after you mow his lawn and lick his feet clean, he likes to make you work for worship time after all.
Dom Qoutes Season 4: Scouting a sniffer
"Fuck yeah!! Smell that nasty fart. I knew the moment i saw you in the bar that you'd be a good little sniffer. All I had to do was play you a game of pool and bend over a little to activate the little stubby part of your brain. Then came the not so accidental farts around you. Honestly you fart addicts are all the same! It's hilarious and pathetic! One whiff of stinking gas and you wanna used! Well, now you are getting your wish. To you I am a god, the best fart master you'll ever have. To me...ugh yeah sniff that!…to me you are just my weekly nose!"
*Inspired by @fart_masterr on twitter/X*
Once Kason realized I was a fag and had to finish out his long term lease with me he radically changed my life. He’d made me more servile first starting with doing all the dishes, cooking extra for dinner and serving him his meals, washing his dirty clothes and shortly after, followed up with mandatory chastity (insisted on holding the key and never unlocking no matter how much he asked). His latest experiment though was pushing it though, he said as HIS fag (that was new), I needed to reach sexual satisfaction from making out with his smelly asshole, love and marriage was out of the question but he wanted me to experience some sort of affection and reinforce our respective statuses. Sometimes sweaty, always smelly, Kason thought it was fun to fart loudly as I’d close my eyes and start to really get into my weekly worship sessions with his musky butthole. I have to admit, I was really starting to develop love for his asshole! When the year was up, Kason signed the lease (with a new 30/70% payment addendum in his favor of course and glared me down till I signed my copy). What would he come up with next?