My Secret OnlyFans: FartKing123
A guy who feels like he's cursed with bad gas eventually learns there are a ton of guys who would do anything for him. And some are closer than he realized.
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For most of my life my most embarrassing confession is that I have terrible gas. Yeah I know everyone’s farts reek but I mean, mine are really really bad. Even small or short ones are rancid. Growing up I realized I wasn’t like other boys since I was always being picked on for smelling bad, or for being gassy all the time. No one could fart as often as me, and mine cleared rooms more than anyone else. As a kid I thought it was funny, but I was getting teased for it more often and it hurt my self esteem.
The doctors always said that I seemed healthy and this might mean I need to change my diet. But when that didn’t help, they shrugged and thought it must be in my genes and they really didn’t have anything to help me. They prescribed pills that made my gas slightly less frequent and slightly less repulsive, but it was like throwing a cup of water onto a burning house and saying “job well done”.
High school was a nightmare for being bullied and having very few friends. I had one close friend Caleb who said he didn’t mind the gas and would laugh along, that made me feel better at least. He encouraged me to “show off” which always made him laugh. I was glad to have a friend like him, especially since I didn’t feel as embarrassed about my gas. But otherwise people avoided me.
My room always stank, I had to keep windows open and light candles and use air fresheners. Every morning I’d wake up and smell what my ass had caused while I slept. I thought I’d never get a girlfriend who would want to be near me for a long period of time.
I was always cramping having to hold them all in. And because I kept holding them in, they would build up so much that when I finally was free to let them out, they would be non stop and huge. I’d drive home hotboxing in my own farts. Again, Caleb said he didn’t mind and could take it, even though he always laughed and held his nose. But I couldn’t let them all out in front of him, he only knew like, half the power my ass contained.
But Caleb never left my side. He’d make jokes but never really complained about gas and he even said I could let them out around him if I needed. Still I didn’t want to do that to him. I was surprised that he wanted to be my roommate when we went to college together. I warned him that he doesn’t know what it’s going to be like living with me, but he brushed it off saying he could handle it and he was used to my stink.
I wrote about my struggles online, looking for forums of other guys who could relate. While I got some sympathy messages from guys who claimed their gas was also brutal, none of them seemed to be at my level.
One night I saw a message in my inbox. It read; “Hey, I’ve been following your posts for a while now. I know that you hate your farts, but I love reading about them. I have a fart fetish and all your posts make me want to hear your farts. Can you record them and send them to me? You can take a vid of your ass and block your face. Please I know this sounds weird but I can pay you if you want.”
I didn’t know how to respond, so I ignored it. Yeah, gross perverts on the internet, what else is new. But the next day I couldn’t stop thinking about his offer. Pay me for fart videos? He’d actually spend money on that? I felt weird about the idea of selling a fart vid to an online pervert…
I messaged him back: “I won’t take less than $20, I’ve never done this stuff before and it sounds weird.”
He replied: “I’ll give you $30”
I couldn’t believe it. He was going to pay extra for this.
“Send me money first then maybe I’ll send it. Maybe.” and I gave him my venmo.
Even without committing, without even promising he’ll actually get a video, I received a notification of the $30 transaction. I couldn’t believe it. There were people who were that desperate…
It came with a message: “I know you said maybe, I get if you don’t want to, but I’m serious I would love to see your ass in action”
So I messaged back: “When I have a good one I’ll send it to you. Later tonight.”
I don’t know why my heart was racing. It was really gross and embarrassing enough that I would never admit it to anyone. But at the time I think it was me starting to get a weird sense of pride that someone wanted me to be my dirty self. That someone was actually turned on by this.
It didn’t take long to feel another monster brewing in me (It never took long). Awkwardly I went into the bathroom and pulled my shorts down. I filmed my naked ass in the mirror. I didn’t think it was special, but I did work out a bit so my cheeks were more defined than other guys I’ve seen. I never shave down there, but my cheeks are pretty smooth. My crack had dark brown hair which I thought was gross, but I couldn’t imagine the pervert wouldn’t be happy with it. I pressed record and let it out;
PPPPPTRPTRPTRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
It was a loud echo in the bathroom, and it was a few seconds long. Impressive for others but it was pretty typical for me. And as always it flooded the air with a rotten stink. I watched the video and saw the subtle push of my ass crack before letting it out. Did I really want some guy jerking off to this?
I’m embarrassed to say, yes. I wanted to see him write that he loved it.
I uploaded it to the site and sent it to the guy. A few minutes later,
“Holy fuck you weren’t kidding. You’re so fucking hot. That was nasty, did it smell nasty?”
I still couldn’t wrap my head around the image of a guy jerking off to my farting video. He begged me to send more and offered more money. I said I’ll let him know.
Well not a week later did I start getting more messages. Apparently the perv was sharing my video with other fetishists and they all were offering money for new vids. At first I was annoyed about this and ignored them. But the messages kept coming and more than one suggested I should start an OnlyFans and they would be generous customers. I really didn’t like the idea of being a camboy for farting. Farting for perverted gay men for money, hell no.
Or, at least, until I noticed how difficult it was becoming to support myself through school. I had a part time job in retail but my expenses were eating up my paychecks. And I couldn’t do it full time while also being a student. What’s a few extra bucks here and there? Especially to do something that was so easy and natural for me?
Yes I caved and made an account. FartKing123. No, I am not creative. But I sent the link to the forum users and even made accounts to post on specific fetish forums I hadn’t seen before. And I made daily uploads; just one fart a day.
The first week I got a dozen subscribers. Then two. Then three. I just stared at my laptop screen, laughing at how absurd it all felt. It was looking like I’d be raking in a couple hundred bucks a month for this. I started recording my gas more often and would make compilation vids “Best Rips of the Week”. That series was turning into a hit. I mixed in nude farts, underwear farts, jeans farts, basketball short farts…I was having fun with different angles of my ass, and the more often I posted, the more comfortable I was at even spreading my cheeks. Videos of my spread asshole got a lot of likes. I didn’t think of myself as gay before but I was getting hard reading the comments from guys saying they wanted to lick my asshole.
And the fan mail, good lord…I was getting the nastiest messages. Usual “I love your ass” comments, but also really fucking gross things like “I want to be tied up behind you with my nose glued to your asshole all day sir” or “I dream of you farting in my mouth”. Yeah I know I’m sorry, too graphic. I was laughing though. For most of my life I hated my disgusting ass, and now it had its own growing fanbase. And I admit I was getting turned on at the idea of having other guys debase themselves for me. I started masturbating to fantasies of one of my fans licking my ass and gagging as I farted into his mouth. Really disgusting, but, I don’t know. Some suppressed enjoyment was coming back to me, back when I loved farting…
Now at some point I must have mentioned I had a roommate (I can’t remember where, probably on one of the old forum posts?) because one user “Fartlover94” was asking if I could make videos farting on his face. A lot of them wanted me to fart on somebody, and a few even volunteered to be in videos with me. Of course I declined them all, and I told that one user that my roommate had no idea about any of this and I would never admit my secret life to him or even suggest he be involved. I know Caleb never complained about my gas, but that was a whole different thing from letting me fart directly in his face.
The user said that I should try asking and that my roommate seemed open minded enough. Now how the hell would he know what Caleb was like? I laughed at the desperation, sending a firm “No”, I'm not ruining one of the few great friendships I have over this.
Of course I hid all this from Caleb. Pretended the ring lights were for class projects. And I never ever filmed myself while he was home. Never edited my comps unless he was out. I would have been mortified if he found out. If anyone found out my secret online persona.
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After a few months of a successful OnlyFans business, I was let off work early one afternoon so I picked up groceries and came back to the apartment. I opened the door but Caleb wasn’t in the living room. I heard noises from his bedroom. The sounds of farting. My farts, I could tell. My blood ran cold and my stomach filled with dread. How did he find out?
Trembling, I crept toward his door, thinking he was watching this and laughing. Did I leave my laptop open? Did someone recognize me and send him my page? I didn’t say anything but I looked through the door and was shocked at what was really happening.
His back was to me, sitting at his desk with his laptop. One of my “full day of farts” compilation videos was playing, and his arm was jerking up and down. All at once the pieces fell together. The fact that Caleb always encouraged me to fart around him, that he wanted to live with me knowing about my gas problems, the "anonymous user” insisting I should ask to fart on him…
I crept back to the front door, then opened and shut it loudly. The farting sounds stopped. I carried the bags to the kitchen pretending that I didn’t know he was home and put the food away. My heart was pounding as I ruffled through the bags. All this time, Caleb was one of the fart fetish perverts. He was even paying to secretly enjoy my posts. I couldn’t imagine the torment it must be for him living next to a goldmine of farts but never getting to experience them.
Later that evening I looked at his profile, and searching for the username brought me to other fetish sites he had accounts with. I read his old posts about how much he loves men farting, and then saw where he was talking about me;
re:Fart Fetish: My best friend from high school has the worst farts I’ve ever smelled. He farts all the time and they’re always really big. I laugh along but I’ve always wanted him to fart on my face. I stared at his cute ass in his jeans and daydreamed about burying my nose into it re:Weirdest Fantasies: I’ve always wanted him to make a bet with me where the loser would have to eat the winner’s farts. I imagined myself losing a game and watching his ass fall down onto my face telling me to open wide. re:Dirty Confessions; Whenever I stayed over at my friend’s house, I’d wait for him to fall asleep and then I’d dig out dirty boxers from the bottom of his hamper. The back of his boxers stunk of his ass and farts and I would wear them over my head while jerking off. I always made sure to get my nose against the fabric where his asshole would be re:Fart Fetish; update, we are going to the same college and are going to be roommates. He keeps saying he’ll hold his gas in for me but I tell him not to worry. He has no idea how badly I want to be his fart slave. I fantasize that he’ll wake me up one morning by sitting on my face and telling me I’m going to be his fart sniffing slave from now on. re:Fart Fetish: so many comments, no I don’t have that many updates except he does fart around me every now and then. I always laugh and try to get him more comfortable, I don’t want him to feel embarrassed but also I really want him to fart around me all the time. It’s killing me inside how often I hide my boners around him.
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. All this time…and the more I read the more disgustings his confessions got. Details of his disgusting fantasies of how he wanted to be degraded in general, but especially his secret desires for me to be the one doing them. Caleb really did a good job hiding this from me, never did I suspect he had any interest in me or was into my farts in a sexual way, I thought he was just another immature guy.
No, I didn't want to ruin the friendship. But I have so many fans who are hoping for a face farting video some day…
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The rest of the week I pretended nothing was different, and he seemed none the wiser that I knew his secret and he knew mine. A wicked thought was growing in me. Before, I didn’t really think of myself as anything but straight. Yet since starting my account I have to admit I was getting turned on by the guys who were turned on by my most disgusting trait, and I was more bisexual in that I wanted to do things to other guys that I’d never dream of doing to a girl. The idea that I could have so much power over another man was stirring something in me that I didn’t realize before…and I was living with the perfect victim…
I thought of how I wanted to do it. Did I want to be subtle? Did I want to be rough? What would I say?
The morning I decided was one where I woke up before him. I saw through the crack of the bedroom door that Caleb was still asleep, laying on his back with his face exposed. My heart started thumping and I knew this was the perfect time, as I could feel more of my morning brew starting to gurgle and I thought of his forum posts. Don’t waste time with an awkward conversation, his face is just laying there waiting for my ass to smother it, years of waiting…
I dropped my basketball shorts. I snuck into the room wearing only my blue plaid boxers and slowly made my way toward the bed. He didn’t stir as I stepped onto the mattress and got my feet on either side of his head. I crouched down to my knees which were pressing on either side of his torso. I slowly brought my hands over his wrists ready to hold them down. I looked over my shoulder at his delicate sleeping face just under my ass. There was no turning back now.
“Wake up Fartlover94” I felt an evil smile grow on my face. I was already hard.
Caleb muttered something and started squinting his eyes. When he realized my big boxer clad ass was in his face, they shot open. Without giving him a chance to react, I sat back onto his face, feeling it wedge into my ass crack. My hands kept his wrists down so none of this thrashing could pull me off. He was kicking and I felt muffled screams up my ass, along with the heat of his breath in my boxers, and the feeling of his nose poking against my asshole which felt better than I thought it would. He’d kicked the blankets off and I saw that he was hard in his own underwear. Sure it was usual morning wood but I knew it wasn’t going to go down any time soon. I was hard in my boxers too, very hard.
“You’ve been wanting this since high school haven’t you?” I spat. He was probably trying to say “sorry” but my cheeks were muffling his voice. “Well congrats friend it’s your lucky day.”
I let out a beast of a fart. The vibrations of my asshole violently spat against his nose and he started screaming. The stench had to be awful. It was awful after it dispersed across the room, so how much worse must it be to take it all in its concentrated form? Even though he was crying into my ass, his boner was not going down. I noticed a patch of precum forming.
“It’s rotten huh?” I laughed at him, “How often did you jerk off to my farts? Every day? Have you been dreaming of my farts every day fucking sicko? You want to drown in them?”
My dick was throbbing too. I loved not giving him a chance to defend himself. I said “I’m going to let go of your wrists and you’re going to play with your dick. I want to watch you jerk off to my farts.”
I let go and as I thought, he didn’t try to push me off. His hands went down to his crotch and he stroked himself through his boxers.
“This is just day one,” my mouth was dry, “ When I’m not making a video, your face is my new farting spot. You’re gonna be the air filter keeping the apartment fresh, haha,” I let a fart seep out silently on his nose. He gagged into my ass, and I saw more precum dampen his boxers.
“When I command you, you’re gonna get on your knees and offer your face to me. You know how often I fart, well I’ve been holding back for your sake. Now I know better; I’m letting them out all the time. You’ll learn how bad it really gets. You’re taking all of them up your nose. 24/7, your face belongs to my ass now. You are now my fart sniffing slave”
He couldn’t take it anymore. I watched as he shot cum through his boxers. It was so intense, it didn’t even soak in, his milky cum shot through the fabric. I kept laughing watching him blast rope after rope, his body seizing up and feeling his moans in my ass crack.
I was also impatient to cum. I got up and immediately was hit by the stench of my gas. I turned around and saw he was looking like he was on the verge of passing out. I didn’t care. Without asking I took my cock out of my boxers and pushed it into his mouth. He gagged on it a few times and that helped me shoot my load. I gasped leaning my forehead against the wall emptying my cum into his throat, twitching with each fatigued gulp.
I told him “I got a ski mask the other day. You’re going to wear it for my face farting videos. I’m going to record the first one this afternoon, and I’m going to bind your wrists and ankles and I’m going to gag your mouth. It’ll be fucking heaven for a pervert like you.”
I got off him, still laughing and my heart racing. I couldn’t believe I’d done that to him. And how good it felt to dominate another man like this. To make Caleb my bitch. He didn’t speak or move, he laid there in his soiled boxers gasping and shivering, too embarrassed and overwhelmed to look at me. I left the bedroom to get ready for the grocery store as I needed to stock up on fuel for our first video that afternoon.
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Since then, life’s been pretty good. He finally got the nerves to apologize and confess that he has secretly fantasized about my farts for years. He admitted that he’s wanted me to fart on his face since high school and never thought it would happen. He tried to put these feelings away but then he found my vids through whatever gay fart fetish network he was a part of and it brought back his obsession. He said he was hoping to convince me to start “Pranking” him, or even get him to go along with the OnlyFans account. I accepted his apology since I no longer had to feel embarrassed about my gas around him.
And as promised, his face became my new farting spot. He admitted that he thought I was exaggerating when I warned him I’d been holding back most of the time, and that I fart so often and they are so rancid that he was getting overwhelmed having to sniff them all the time. I told him he should have been careful what he wished for because my ass never takes breaks. It was funny to see his worried expression even though he was pitching a tent.
Most mornings while I brushed my teeth in my boxers I’d feel another one brewing and I”d call “Nose in my ass, right now.” He’d drop what he was doing and come to the bathroom, getting on his knees behind me, and pressing his face into my ass. I loved clawing his hair and pushing back into his face, tearing an absolute beauty on his nose. He always gagged and tried to pull away but I kept yanking his hair to keep his nose in my asshole for at least a minute. I reminded him that this was what he always wanted.
Another favorite move of mine would be to sneak up to him as he played video games. I’d grab his ankles and pull his legs to bring his head down to the cushion. Before he could react (or, intentionally not getting out of the way) I’d spin around and sit right on his face. I’d relax while letting out my gas for a few minutes, each rip making him cry out in disgust and he’d thrash his limbs about. Not even for exaggeration; he would try to push me off sometimes but I was stronger than him and I’d grind my ass against his face and remind him he’s my fart sniffer from now on, no matter what. It was funny to see him realize he’d signed up for way way more than he’d bargain for, and that he had no choice but to take farts up his nose every hour of every day. It was especially funny knowing that, no matter how awful the stink was for him, his dick would always get hard. Like his mind and natural reflexes wanted to pull away from my putrid asshole, but his dick kept him coming back for more. So I never felt bad about torturing him like this, because I knew his dick and I were on the same side.
Even when I was in the shower, I didn’t let him have a break. Washing my hair I’d call out “Nose, now!” and when he came into the bathroom I’d stick my ass out of the curtain and wait to feel his nose against my wet asshole. Smiling, I’d grab onto his head as always to keep him in place before ripping another beast on his nose. I’d giggle to myself like an evil boy feeling him gag and try to pull away. I loved rubbing my asshole on his nose when he tried to pull away.
If I could feel my next blast was going to be especially awful, and I was feeling evil enough, I’d say “Mouth” instead. The color would leave his face, but as always his dick would betray him and make him degrade himself. He’d crawl to me and I’d turn around pulling my boxers down too and spreading my ass cheeks. When I felt his face press into my crack, his lips closing over my hole, I’d let out the first fart. As always his instinct was to pull away and gag, but I always kept his head still with my hands as I flooded his mouth with my farts. These got the most violent gags out of him
I charge extra for face fart videos on my profile. I liked to bind Caleb’s wrists and ankles and have him lay on his back. I’d gag and tie his mouth shut and put a modified portable toilet seat over his face. The modifications were two wood poles stretching from the bottom of the seat to the floor. I positioned the poles on either side of his head, keeping his head locked and place and his face looking upward, unable to turn away. I’d turn on the mini camera that was pointed up at the seat. Then I’d take my boxers down and slowly sit over Caleb’s face, the camera giving a good view of my spreading cheeks and fuzzy asshole. I’d start farting and would laugh every time Caleb gagged or coughed. On the screen I watched my asshole push out each fart into Caleb’s face and was getting hard knowing the guys who will pay to watch this next clip will want to worship my asshole.
And every day I’d wake him up by sitting my naked ass on his face. He rarely wakes up before me. Just like the first time, I would hold him down and smother him in my ass while I relaxed and let all my morning farts shoot up his nose. It was always a rude awakening and I’d stay seated for a few extra minutes just to make sure his face was marinated in my gas.
“This afternoon I want to film you giving me a long rimjob. I’ll tell you when to pause so I can fart on your tongue and into your mouth. Make sure to drool a lot, it looks good on camera and the subscribers love seeing it. Easy enough for a fart sucking whore like you yeah?”
I felt Caleb mutter “yes sir” into my ass.
“Aren’t you glad we’re friends?”
Another muffled “yes sir”
“Good. Get your tongue out,” I sat up to spread my ass cheeks. I looked down over my shoulder and saw his beet red face, out of breath and sticking his tongue straight up. I couldn’t stop grinning as I sat back down feeling his tongue slither up my asshole. I gyrated my hips to smear my ass cheeks all over his face and ride against his tongue and leaned forward to grab and stroke his dick.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRR
He kept gagging violently and I laughed over him. It didn’t take long to feel his dick start to throb and shoot all over his stomach and dribble all over my hand.
“Ugh,” I got up off of him. He gasped for air, always dizzy from the fart smothering and orgasm. I pressed my cum coated hand against his face. “Lick your mess up.”
He did. I loved watching him obey me like this.
“What do you say?”
He gulped, “t-thank you master,”
I was just glad that I could make my best friend’s dreams come true. “Oh and don’t forget it’s your turn to clean the apartment. The living room needs to be spotless before our next video.”
And I left his room, thinking about what I should get for lunch to make sure the next post was a success.
