Warning: gay fart fetish and hypnosis kink (?)
It was well past midnight when Danny stumbled out of the bar with his friends. Every other Saturday they’d get together at the neighborhood bar, fill up on beer after beer, and laugh at jokes and stories well into the night. Danny, a young guy with dark brown hair and eyes that got girls to drop their panties. Danny, who was first to challenge a guy to an arm wrestle, who had no problem pissing in public and flashing his cock [it was impressive. Not like a horse cock or anything but one that girls drooled over]. Danny, always getting into fights at the bar, always needing one of his buddies to pull him back before the fists start flying. Loud joker, loud lover, puffing his chest and flexing his arms ready to show up, working out to show off, trying to let everyone know he was a tough guy.
Danny had no idea that this night would be the last night of life as he knew it, and would be the beginning of a completely new one. But how could he have known?
So it was the five of them, drunk and staggering and laughing and hollering, one guy tossed a rock at the side of a house. Then five became four, and then three, and so on as the gang split up their respective streets. Danny was alone. Two blocks away from his apartment. And the world was hazy around him. He was lit on eight beers, and his eyes felt glassy, and he felt sleepy, and he knew he’d probably have a bad hangover tomorrow but it was worth it. His only plan would be to collapse into bed, pass out, and sleep the pain away tomorrow.
Had he not been drinking he would have noticed that his door was unlocked. He fumbled for the keys, pushed them in, and twisted. No sound was made but the door swung open. Had he not been drinking he would have noticed the floor mat was a bit off, and maybe he’d feel that sixth sense of someone watching him.
He shut the door, and leaning against the wall behind Danny was a taller man, buff, his face hidden under a balaclava and a nice black leather jacket over. In his gloved hand, he held a syringe.
Catlike, the man stepped forward without making a sound, one hand covered Danny’s mouth, and just as Danny let out a shocked yelp, but before he could scream out, the man stuck the syringe into his neck and injected the fluid. As if Danny weren’t numb enough, he felt his legs collapse under him, his body went into a paralysis and he lost consciousness. The man was there to catch his fall so his weight didn’t thud against the floor.
“Shh, shh,” He guided the body to an open bag he had left near the wall, “There we go.”
Smooth as he always does it, the man laid Danny on his back, and he closed the zipper over his limp body. The bottom of the bag had wheels. The man put a cork over the syringe tip, put the contraption back in a case, and put that case in his backpack. He fixed the floor mat. And he dusted any surface he came in contact with, just in case. Because you can’t be too careful. But like with the others, they were onto their new lives within a day or two, so it isn’t as if he would be going off the grid for long. There wasn’t any need for police investigation. And the man’s boss had the money to pay them off anyway. There was no stress at all. That lack of stress was probably why the man had made so many mistakes like leaving the door unlocked.
The man picked up the bag and rolled it out of the apartment, locking the door behind him with Danny’s key. He’d removed the balaclava and replaced it with a blue baseball cap. The cameras wouldn’t get a look of his face. And anyone who glanced would think he was carrying luggage, since the body sunk a bit and was bulging at odd angles in the bag.
He took the back elevator and brought the bag to the van that was waiting for them. The driver looked over when he got into the passenger's seat and said “no problems?”
The driver looked back at the bag, “Poor guy.”
“From what I understand they’re all happy.” The man couldn’t hold back laughter.
The driver didn’t say anything. He drove.
A few hours later, Danny woke up with a pounding headache. The room he was in was too bright and it hurt his eyes. He groaned. He lifted his head. He was strapped down in a chair. In front of him was a table. He tried to scream, but his mouth was gagged. His eyes darted around. There was some machines next to him, and tubes that looked like IVs were strung up near him. He was shaking, trying with all his strength to break out of the chair, but he couldn’t budge.
The door opened in front of him, “Happy you’re awake,” Said a man who looked vaguely familiar. Very light blonde hair, glasses, and thanks to his pale skin Danny could make out a few red pimples on his forehead from afar.
“I don’t know if you remember me or not,” He said lazily, resting his hands on the table, his face a giant smile, “Maybe I can give you a hint…high school gym class?”
Danny’s eyes widened a bit. He did remember now, thinking of the man’s younger face. He was one of the dozens of dweebs he used to bully. Mark something or other, and he did remember the one day after gym when he got his friends to corner and hold down the loser, and then…
“You remember now?” He asked Danny, “How funny you thought it was when you farted on my face with your bare ass?” He was laughing. Danny felt sick. What was going on. Why was this happening.
“So many guys made high school the worst years of my life,” Mark went on, “shoving me into lockers, shoving my head down toilets, yanking at my underwear, touching my things with their balls and then rubbing them in my face, using my face as a chair,” With that last one his eyes shot venom at Danny. “But it’s ok now, I have been correcting that problem one person at a time.”
Danny didn’t like the sound of that. He tried pulling at the straps but it was useless.
“Don’t worry you won’t be able to escape,” Mark sighed, “There’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop what I’m about to do to you. So while your mind is still functioning like normal, I want to brag you know? Help this soak into you…”
What the hell did that mean? Mind still functioning like normal? Danny was now fighting at the restraints. Again, pointless. Mark walked closer to the chair, and Danny flinched. Mark chuckled, grabbed the back of the chair, and spun it so Danny was facing a long mirror. Mark pressed a button, and the mirror vanished, now this was a window into a small room that looked like a boring waiting room for a dentist. Mark spoke into a walkie talkie, “Ok you can let them in,” then he leaned in to Danny, “We can see them, but they can’t see us,”
And the door to the waiting room opened and two guys were guided in. Both sat down, a few chairs away from each other. They seemed to be strangers to each other. One guy had red hair and was nervously playing with his finger nails. The other was a blond guy with a tight shirt and jeans. The blond turned to the redhead and said, “How long you think they’re gonna keep us here for?”
The redhead laughed, “Yeah, first have us sit for an hour out there, now have us here for two hours,” He looked around, “All this for a survey, you’d think we could just do this online instead.”
“Pay’s good at least,” The blond shrugged, “What else would I do on a Sunday.”
Mark spoke into Danny’s ear, “Pay close attention to the ginger,”
The redhead shrugged with a little laugh. Then, the sound of a fart. His eyes completely changed, his face dropped blank, and his head jerked to face the blond. The blond giggled, “Sorry dude, bad gas right now.”
“No, it’s fine,” The redhead let out a little laugh but it sounded fake. He looked like he wasn’t fully there.
“Yeah I’ve been holding it all in since I got here. Starting to get uncomfortable. Don’t know where the bathroom is though,” The blond had a little smile on his face.
“I mean, if it’s bad,” The redhead shrugged, “You can let them out haha,”
“Really? You don’t mind?”
So the blond leaned back in his chair and let out another fart, kind of small, but loud enough for Danny to hear over the intercom.
The blond let out a vulgar sigh, “Wish I was at home I could just rip ass and no one would care, I mean I’m not letting it all out right now I don’t want you to suffer haha,”
“I don’t mind,” The redhead was looking a little nervous, his leg twitching, “I mean, you can fart all you want right now we aren’t that close,” He kept letting out nervous laughs.
“We aren’t close now but if we were you’d smell how bad it was.” The blond waved his hand in front of his face.
“Oh yeah?” The blond raised an eyebrow, “Come closer.”
Without hesitating, the redhead’s face dropped all expression and he got up, took a few steps, and was standing right next to the blond, looking down at him.
“Yeah that kind of does stink,” The redhead smiled, chuckled again.
Danny was confused. What the hell was he watching? Two guys talking about farts? This entire situation was insane. He was kidnapped by a guy he used to bully? What place was this? And why were they spying on two guys talking about farts of all things?
The blond asked, “Would you mind if I farted again right now, when you’re standing next to me?”
“If you need to fart dude, you can,” The redhead’s hands were grabbing at his jeans.
The blond kept his eyes locked on the redhead, and he lifted a leg, and
Another fart. After a few seconds, “Ah yeah that stinks. Smell it?”
The redhead took a sniff, “Yeah that’s bad.”
“No dude, whatever you want,” His face was turning pink.
“Would you mind if I farted like a foot away from your face?” The blond raised an eyebrow.
“I, uh, well no if you need to,”
The redhead fell to his knees immediately, he looked like he was trembling. The blond laughed, stood up, and turned around, facing his butt at the redhead. His butt was well defined in his tight blue jeans. Again, he grunted and,
“Ah,” he sighed, “How does that smell?”
The redhead leaned in just a little and sniffed the air, “Oh, damn that’s bad haha,”
“Yeah? Ok,” He bent over a little and said, “Listen very carefully, so we all know what’s about to happen,” He glanced at the window, as if he knew it was a false mirror, “Would you mind if I grabbed the back of your head, shoved your face into my ass, and then farted?”
The redhead looked like his heart had stopped for a second. If Danny hadn’t been tied up, he would have found this funnier.
“No, I wouldn’t mind,” The redhead gulped.
“Just so we are clear,” The blond spoke loudly, “I am going to grab your head, push your face against my ass, making sure your nose is between my cheeks, and then I’m going to fart directly up your nose. Do you want me to do this?”
“Yes,” The redhead sounded like he was dreaming.
“Ok,” With a huge smile, the blond grabbed the back of the guy’s head, and shoved the guy’s face into the seat of his jeans. With a loud grunt,
He let out a huge sigh, and his face had a goofy grin, and the redhead was nose first in that ass sniffing and sniffing, gagging and coughing, and the both of them were laughing.
“Really bad,” But he didn’t pull away.
“Keep sniffing. I got some more farts for you.”
The redhead nuzzled his face against his butt. Danny stared in shock and confusion.
Mark spoke into Danny’s ear, “And that’s after just an hour of hypnosis.”
Danny’s eyes widened. That had to be a joke. This all had to be some kind of joke. Hypnosis wasn’t real it was just carnival tricks. But still, he watched as the redhead was gagging and laughing and talking about how bad those farts stink, and yet he kept his nose in the seat of the blond guy’s pants. He was sniffing with a wide grin on his face. No one in their right mind would do that. Unless they were actors. But why?
“My company has been spending years on this secret project.” Mark went on, “Looking into the neurotransmitters of the brain, what triggers the mind to react to different stimuli. After so many years, we’ve found the right formula, the exact combination of chemicals and physical sensations to condition the mind to react a specific way to a specific stimuli.” he turned Danny, was leaning over with his face very close, “That day in the locker room, when you sat on my face and farted, and everyone laughed and took turns doing that to me…that was the worst day of my life. But now? All your debts will be paid.”
He gestured toward the mirror, which had changed back to being blank, “That man? My test subject? We’ve been observing him closely after the treatment. Every interaction he’s had with another man has involved him bringing up farts. And most of them end with him eventually trying to find a way to get his face in a farting ass. Here we saw him being talked into it, but in others we’ve seen him actively try to convince the other to fart on him. With one guy, he ended up making a bet where the loser had to sniff the winner’s farts, and he lost on purpose. In another, we had him sleep in a room of six actors, all of them in on the subject. And in the middle of the night, he would creep around sniffing their asses while they slept. Any time I had an actor insist on no, the test subject would start to beg, and then he’d start offering money. That was my favorite part. Listening him list prices he’s willing to pay for sniffing farts…This is the fate that will happen to all of your friends. I will put them under this level of treatment and they will constantly seek out farts. But you? I’ve got something better.”
He stood up, “I’m going to double your dosage. If the calculations are correct, you are going to drop all pretenses. You will beg for farts. You’ll be in complete distress unless your face is in another man’s ass. Your brain will turn to mush and you’ll become a mindless fart sniffing zombie. You’ll no longer be a respectable member of society so I will have your living arrangements shifted around so you never have to stop huffing farts. Now that you have an idea of what will happen, we can start the treatment.”
Danny was screaming in his gag, thrashing around in his chair. His eyes were full of anger and fear. This couldn’t be happening to him. This couldn’t be real. Mark spoke a few words in his walkie talkie and about a minute later, the far doors opened. Three men walked in, two were nurses, and the third was a taller burly looking man in a white robe. His face was covered in a scruffy brown beard and his hair was also a mess.
Danny kept thrashing. One nurse walked over to the equipment, took the IV, and slowly put it into his arm. The other had reached between Danny’s legs. Danny didn’t even notice he was only in a t-shirt and underwear. The nurse had pulled off the underwear and took Danny’s dick and fit some device around it. The other nurse was then attacking a few wires with little suction cups on different parts of Danny’s head and under his shirt. Tears were running down his face. Finally, Danny felt something touch his anus. He yelped a bit, and the nurses were telling him to relax, as a dildo slowly slid up into him.
Without knowing why, Danny was starting to feel calmer, and he was getting aroused.
“The drugs going into you right now will turn you on while also putting you into a subconscious state,” Mark explained, “The electric impulses will soothe your nerves, the penis pump and dildo will relieve you, and finally,” The man in the bathrobe stepped forward, “This is Andy. Andy is your new master. I’m going to strap your face into his ass and you’re going to fall in love with everything his asshole has to offer. Understand?”
Danny couldn’t respond. His mind was already going blank.
Andy said, “They gave me a bunch of chicken wings, so, sorry dude.”
“Don’t apologize,” Mark laughed, “Pretty soon he’ll beg for more.”
He watched as Andy stripped off the robe. Andy was a little more stocky than he’d expected, but not much. Broad shoulders, a body covered in hair, and his ass was huge. He got on all fours on the table, facing away from Danny, so Danny could get a good look at the giant globes covered in thick hair. Andy was in a jock strap so his cock and balls were covered.
Danny felt some harness being put over his head. The ass was just inches away, he could smell the strong musk. Andy spread his cheeks, and Danny was staring directly at his tight pink asshole surrounded by hair.
“Welcome to your new life,” Mark whispered with malice into Danny’s ear, before putting headphones on him that gave off soft music. Danny’s eyes were hazy, and he felt his head being pushed forward, and his nose pressed into Andy’s asshole. The straps went tight, so tight he could barely breathe. The stink of Andy’s ass was strong. Danny nodded off, soothed by a warm wave going through his body.
Danny didn’t know where he was or what was going on. He had no thoughts, except about ass. All he knew was that his face was completely smothered by a man’s ass. It was sweaty, hairy, sticky, and stinky, and he loved it. He loved the warmth, and he loved the stink, and he loved how the hairs were scratching and tickling his face. He loved feeling the man’s asshole flex over his nose from time to time.
He didn’t like the farts at first. In about 15 or 20 minutes of real time [to Danny time wasn’t moving in any direction] the farts were too strong and disgusting. But after about half an hour, they had become a mild annoyance. At 45 minutes, he didn’t mind them. And at 60, he liked them, and started wanting more. And at 75 minutes, he had loved them.
It also helped that he was cumming a lot. Not only was he feeling warm and safe and happy, but he felt very horny, and the build up was slow until a powerful release. He had cum about four times, and each time he felt more and more in love with the ass that had become his new home. He had never wanted to leave, he wanted his nose to be up a man’s asshole forever.
In the lab, the two nurses were monitoring the machines, making sure the IV flow was slow and steady. One of them cleaned up after Danny’s orgasms, and was setting the penis pump to treat his dick more delicately each time, since it was red and they didn’t want it to get too sore. His own ass was completely relaxed, being fucked by the warm dildo. The electric impulses through the wires, penis pump, and dildo were all helping to keep his nerves relaxed and in a state of complete comfort and bliss. Danny would moan every so often into Andy’s ass.
Andy had a blanket over his naked body, his ass was exposed of course. He was watching TV on an iPad in front of him to pass the time. They’d also gave him a plate of cheese curds, onion rings, and ranch, just to make sure he doesn’t run out of gas.
“Oh, got another,” He glanced around, grunted, and
He sighed and started laughing, feeling and hearing Danny suck it up in deep sniffs. Danny’s cock had gotten hard again. The nurse’s cracked wide smiles, looking at each other for a moment. This was the funniest job they’d ever had.
Andy knew he was being watched from the other side of the two way mirror, but he didn’t know how many. There was Mark, and a dozen of his close friends and company executives. He’d told them his pity backstory, and they all thought his revenge plan was ingenious and hilarious. Of course they were also discussing how they would sell this technology for biological warfare and political sabotage and who knows what else…but that was boring business talk. It was more fun to watch a guy mercilessly fart up another guy’s nose. Even funnier to think that the guy was being conditioned to love this stuff. They were all drinking beer and chatting and laughing, watching the hypnosis process like they were watching a football game at a bar. Every time Andy farted, they all laughed. Every time Danny came, they cheered and clapped. Mark had tears in his eyes. This was the best day of his life.
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