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I moved into my own shoebox apartment when I was 23 years old. I was eager for freedom from my parents but I could not have anticipated I would trade their watchful eyes for his…for Kyle’s.
I met him within my first few days living in the building. Getting back from seeing some friends the two of us ended up on the elevator at the same time. Likely in his mid forties the most accurate way to describe Kyle is that he is an ogre of a man. His size, the unruly chest hairy that I’d see escaping the tops of his shirts, and of course his scent. Being in an elevator with the guy made me learn that last one quite quickly.
Kyle wore a wife beater and black gym shorts. He looked stick. And no sooner than the doors closed the small space filled with his body odor. He must’ve noticed me because he joked “I can fill a space quite easily”. I gave him a polite little laugh. Which did not appease Kyle. “No seriously kid. Check it out.” He lifted his leg exaggeratedly and ripped a loud long fart. “What the fuck dude!” I immediately covered my nose with my shirt as like bursted with laughter
“Awh covering your nose ain’t no fair”. I thought he’d leave it with that but instead Kyle used his larger size to cram me into the corner of the elevator. My hands forced at my sides he smiled at me with his gross yellowing teeth. “Sniff my fart.” My eyes widened in fear. The elevator opened onto his floor but he made no movements. Instead once the door resealed he let out another grosss sounding sputtering fart. “Sniff it before the door opens again and I owe you another one” Kyle pressed his body harder into mine. He was definitely sticky with sweat.
I took a loud inhale and began to choke on the stink of Kyle’s fart. It smelled of shit and Brussels sprouts. Kyle licked his lips as I continued to sniff and gag. “Say you like sniffing my farts” Mortified and terrified I told Kyle what he wanted right away.
“I like sniffing your farts sir” I sounded like a little bitch.
My compliance was met with cruelty. Kyle leaned in a said “gooUERRRPdd” burping mid word and blowing it softly onto my face. He then stuck his hand into the back of his pants and scrunched his face up. When he pulled it out I saw his index finger was shiny. He took his finger and firmly wiped it across my nostrils. I gasped as I relaxed what he’d done. I could only smell shit. He’d marked me with his butt sweat. “So you can smell me later” Kyle gave me a wink and swaggered out of the elevator.
The following weeks I moved about the building with fear. I chose to only take the stairs not wanting to risk another run in with Kyle. It was just under a month later when we met again.
I was loading my laundry into the washing machine when I heard the loud click and slam of the door behind me. I gave a small glance behind me thinking not much of it only to do a quick double take when I saw the beast standing behind me. I turned fully around but still being crouched down to load the washing machine I fell back onto my boney butt.
Kyle sauntered up to me. His crotch at my eye level. He dropped his laundry back in front of me with a thud. “What perfect timing. Little sniffer boy here in the laundry room right where I need him.”
Kyle bent over and unzipped his laundry bag. I was struck with the stink already. It was sour like feet blended with the raw stink of shit. Without a hesitation Kyle grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into the bag. “How’s that smell? Today’s socks and underwear day. I’ve probably worn each pair in there about five or six times each”
The scent had me believing him, but what kind of disgusting person has a laundry day just for socks and underwear?? They should be washed the most frequently. I was gagging in his stink while Kyle laughed loudly. Kyle didn’t leave me struggling in his laundry bag too long. After letting me free Kyle lightly slapped my cheeks. “Okay so you’re gonna do my laundry too. Got it!?” He commanded.
I went to start another machine when he stopped me. “No need. Just throw all my stuff in with yours” This proposition caused me to pause. There was no way I wanted to put underwear that had been worn up to six times by a gross fat hairy man in with my clothes. “Uh… that’s alright Sir I’ll just d”
Kyle effortlessly reached out and slapped me across my face. I let out a wimpy yelp. “Load your washing machine with my clothes now.” I followed my orders right away this time. I picked up Kyle’s bag and began to move the clothes into the machine.
The machine was already so full I knew that stuffing all of his extra socks and underwear in would mean that nothing would get fully cleaned. Kyle was likely aware of this too. Hoping that his nasty clothes would just contaminate my own.
This socks I put in were crusty and yellowing, and the boxers were far worse. Nearly all of them had long dark streaks of shit in them. Skid marks that looked as if someone intentionally wiped their ass with their underwear. I was heaving as I touched them and internally groaning as I watched them land on my clothing.
“What’s your apartment number fart lover?” Kyle seemingly decided that I did not have a say in what happened anymore. “7c” I said timidly. “Give me your key” He stuck out his meaty hand and impatiently slapped his fingers up and down into his palm to tell me to hand my keys over.
My head was trying to work out if there was some way I could avoid giving him my keys. But I knew I did not have enough time to figure that out. So with much reluctance I dug them out of my pocket and handed them to Kyle. He snatched them up and laughed in my face.
“Alright I’ll see you up there when our laundry is finished” and just like that he swaggered out of the room.
A while later when I made it up to my apartment I found Kyle sprawled out on my couch. He had stripped his shirt off and was drinking one of my beers. There were other cans on the floor as well. “Took long enough Princess” he spat at me. Then for the next hour he made me separate each of our clothes and fold all of his socks and underwear for him.
I could tell that I was right and the washing machine was unable to do much washing. His socks were less crusty than before but the skid marks in his underwear still remained.
All throughout me folding his clothes Kyle continually ripped ass over and over again. The same type of fart in the elevator. Loud and abrasive. Surely wet. It was no wonder he had such bad skid marks with the amount of farts he was letting out. At one point he even grabbed one of my couch pillows and just shoved it under his butt to fart on some more.
That night when he left he made me thank him for spending time with me. “Sissy boys like you are lucky to hang out with a real man” And he took my apartment key with him. Said he had a friend who’d make him a copy tomorrow.
From then on Kyle came around whenever he wanted. To drink my beer, eat my food, but more importantly to fart on my face.
He told me that when I admitted to him in the elevator that I liked sniffing his farts he vowed to himself that he would try his best to never waste a fart by letting it rip without my nose to sniff it up or my lips to catch it. He also made me alter my life so I was available as much as possible to be there to sniff his farts. Making me delete all the dating apps I had and tell the girl I had gone out a couple times with that I was no longer interested.
The first time he farted on my face was the day after I did his laundry. He came to my apartment that evening and returned my apartment key. Kyle then told me he had something he wanted to show me.
I had already been forced to my knees so Kyle turned his back to me and pulled down his jeans. Looking directly into his beefy butt already had me wanting to cry but it was the state of his ass that really set me over the edge. I knew the underwear he was wearing were a pair I’d “washed” the day prior. I could see the long streak of shit along his crack and now in addition to the skid mark there was a fresh dark line of sweat.
“Got some major swamp ass right now kid. Good thing you like sniffing my nasty ass right?” Kyle chuckled and shoved my face into the depths of his pudgy cheeks. I was being water boarded with ass sweat and that was still preferable to his brussel sprout shit flavored farts I was about to sample.
And so me sniffing Kyle’s butt and farts became normal, at least as normal as it gets for a struggling 23 year old being forced to do the nastiest thing of his life on a daily basis.
There’d be times when I’d hear my door unlock and his loud feet stomping into my apartment he’d yell “I got some beef for you boy!” And I’d be expected to crawl over to him and sniff it all up only for him to leave without so much as another word. And then there’d be other times when he’d show up and not leave for hours.
I remember one Saturday night in particular. It was around 10:30 pm and I had finally started to convince myself Kyle would not be coming that day. My first day since he started forcing me to sniff his farts that I’d get a break. Though break is generous since I spent the first twenty hours of the day anxious about when he’d burst through my front door.
I took some edibles and prepared myself a shower. The dosage I took was slightly larger than I was used to but I was feeling like treating myself. I took a long hot shower and when I came out I was sufficiently high. I sprayed lavender scented mist into the air and the steam took it up filling the room with the lovely fragrance. Taking my time I eventually exited the bathroom in just my towel.
Lost in thought, as I walked to my bedroom, I was singing along to the overplayed commercial jingle I could hear coming from my living room. I then paused realizing I did not have my tv on when I went to shower. Logically it makes sense that this would mean Kyle had come over but my stoned self didn’t even think of it.
I leisurely pranced over to the living room only for my face to pale and my stomach to drop when I saw him. Glancing away from the tv he saw me, a huge smile growing on his face. “Look who was getting all prettied up for me!” Kyle’s voice slurred. He was drunk. I was too high to figure out what I should be doing next but Kyle was more than happy to order me around. “Drop your towel and crawl over here pretty boy!” His words oozed with authority.
The dropping of my towel was met with a mean laugh. “Nice clit fart boy. No wonder farts turn you on. Can’t use that thing for anything anyways” I crawled to him in total embarrassment. I was a young guy. I should be in the prime of my life. Out having sex partying with my friends but instead I was here being degraded and farted on by a gross bully twice my age.
Kyle gets cruel when he’s drunk. But something about that night made him extra mean. I think it had something to do with our contrast. Him sweaty from being out at some club with his boys, smelling of stink and me freshly showered smelling of lavender. He rubbed his thumb across my lips. Kyle continued to raise my feeling of violation. “You look so nice and clean. But now you’re gonna use those pretty plump lips and soft clean skin to clean up my shitter!”
Kyle bent himself over my couch and pulled down the back of his pants and underwear. Showing me his putrid hairy butt. He laughed as my face contorted from the sight and scent.
“Get your pathetic face in there!” Kyle aggressively shoved my face deeply between his butt cheeks. “Get in there!” Kyle rubbed me all around his butt crack. Using me like toilet paper and moaning as he did so. I could feel the shit and sweat being rubbed deeply into my freshly clean skin. “Yea! YEA!” He was getting really into it.
Kyle turned around and looked at me. His eyes were dark and glassy. “You’re such a bitch you know that? Your pretty little face belongs in my butt”. I tried to conjure words but instead a single tear fell down my face. I was so high and Kyle did nothing to calm my fears. Kyle laughed at my tears and then resumed rubbing his butt with my face. “I want your cute nose covered in my shit! And I don’t want you to even think about washing it off either.” Kyle’s rhythm grew more aggressive, my face was now gliding between his butt cheeks. “You don’t deserve to smell clean. You should only ever smell like my butt. You got me princess!?” This time he pulled my face out briefly so I could respond. I gave a soft whimpering yes. “Nah use your head to say yes. I wanna feel that nose grinding up and down”.
This continued between us for hours. It must’ve been around 3:30 in the morning when Kyle finally passed out on my couch. He had been lying on his stomach and demanded I lay face down nose directly in his butthole. I cried myself to sleep in his butt cheeks that night.
As the summer came Kyle grew more nasty in his torment of me. He was a part of a men’s softball league which meant I got to be introduced to his lucky compression shorts, that have never been washed. It also meant swamp ass duty was more intense. Kyle was using my face to wipe the sweat from his butt crack cheeks near daily.
My least favorite torment that the summer brought was Kyle’s shit. Yes you heard me right. Kyle started exclusively pooping in my apartments bathroom. And he never flushes. It started one day when I returned home only to find Kyle’s disgusting creation filling my toilet bowl. I immediately flushed it and avoided entering my bathroom for the remainder of the day.
I got in a lot of trouble the next day when Kyle found out I flushed his shit. “Are you kidding me bitch!? I went outta my way to drop a bomb like that in your toilet and you just flush it? No thank you no nothing? Wow we’re really gonna have to teach you some toilet manners”
From then on I was not allowed to flush my toilet if Kyle had used it. He spent an afternoon farting on me and making me worship his butt only to let out a huge turd right before he left. “I’ll be away the next couple of days. But don’t flush that gift I made for ya. In fact tomorrow when you’re missing me I want you to go in there and take a few huffs of the toilet. So you don’t miss me too much. Send me some pictures too”
The smell of Kyle’s shit was worse than his farts. While having his brussel sprout beef blown straight up my nose was no pleasure it was far more bearable than the gag inducing strength of his shit. Kyle knew this though and was happy I hated his poops so much.
Another Saturday more recently Kyle as usual was lunging on my couch. He was wearing just his softball compressions and I had been spending the last couple hours kissing his butt cheeks back and forth sniffing his cracks and any farts he had whenever he demanded.
I was in great need of a break when Kyle got up. “Come on” he gestured as he started to walk down my hall way. “Can I help you Sir?” I questioned as I began to follow. Kyle stopped and looked back at me. “Yea, I gotta take a dump, let’s go”. My stomach dropped. “Oh uh you need me for that Sir?” I tried to play dumb. “Get your sissy ass in the bathroom now”
I tried to reason with myself that he was only bringing me in there to put the toilet seat down for him or something else easy, but in my gut I knew. He was waiting for me at the door with his perpetually satisfied smile. I entered my own bathroom, a place I’d grown to fear. Kyle followed in behind me shutting and locking the door. “Kneel in front of the toilet”
I obeyed even if my mind was begging me not to. Kyle dropped his pants and underwear and took a loud seat onto the bowl. “Ahhhhh” he let a sigh. “Nothing like the first shit of the day after a night out.” Kyle put his hand on my head and pulled me face forward into the bowl. My face filling the small gap between his thighs. The smell of his crotch and crack were already filling the space.
A whiny fart moaned out of Kyle’s butt filling the toilet with his signature combo of brussel sprouts and shit. The fart quickly developed into a sputtering. Shit sprayed out of his ass into the toilet.
“Oh fuck. Sir please this is too much!” I attempted to reason my way out. His hands and thighs had me locked in the toilet. Kyle laughed “here comes a big guy” he then pushed out a massive turd. It plopped into the bowl with a splash.
I gagged relentlessly. Barely being able to speak. “Please man fuck! Come on! This is too much” I was crying then. “You stink so bad. I don’t like this. Please” my last please came out as a crying moan. Kyle pulled my face from between his thighs though the smell of his dump had already filled the bathroom.
“You don’t like it?” Kyle asked. I continued to cry as I spoke. “No! I hate all of this. Please no more farts, no more swamp ass, no more poop!”
Kyle gave a light laugh. “Wow. I mean jeez kid. All this time. You’re been letting me use you as a fart cushion and as my asswiple all this time and now you finally come out and beg me to stop. That’s so pathetic. You’re fucking embarrassing. What would you rather be doing? Being a normal guy in his twenties? No you don’t deserve that. How could you deserve getting to be a normal guy when you’ve let me make you worship my disgusting ass, and we both know just how fucking nasty it is. You‘ve worshiped a filthy hairy man butt for months now, I’ve had you begging for farts. And now you tell me you don’t like them! No I don’t buy it. And even if I did. Too bad. You belong to me princess. So get your face back in between my thighs and take some long deep inhales of my dump. Cause just like all my farts are saved for your cute nose I’m gonna start save every shit for you too. We’ll have a nice bonding session every time I gotta take a dump. I’ll even let you pick sometimes if you’d rather wipe my ass clean with your hands, let me wipe my ass clean with your face, or if I should just go true man and leave things nice and messy down there for you.” The idea terrified me.
“Maybe I’ll take a big dump in one of the porta pottys over at the softball field. I won’t wipe and I will lock you inside for the game. Imagine that? 80 degree heat baking my fresh shit in there with you. Then once the games over I’ll come and get your fairy ass and give you a stinkface you could only dream about. My unwiped ass will dry in my crack plus the sweat from the game slathering it back up. It’ll be the best case of swamp ass I’ve ever had, but my butt will sure be itchy. And that’s where your pretty face and nose come in.”
I sobbed into the toilet. “Glad we’re on the same page. Now what’s it gonna be today Princess? I’m thinking since that face of yours is already covered in tears it’d make for some really good toilet paper!”