My previous account @patataspandas aka buttangel was banned.
So i’ve decided to restart this page here. If you’re new, welcome!! I post mainly fart fetish and facesitting stories, but they vary in fetishes.
You may know me from stories called “The Midnight Facesitters” Or “George’s Butt Slut”
Don’t worry, all of those stories will come back, most of them are written in a different document, but if anyone can find the Sapnap Slave diaries stories for me AND how i became my boyfriends fart slave - i would appreciate it a lot!
I will soon create a master list and reupload as many stories as possible, the main reason i got banned was so many flagged posts, almost always for the pictures used. Moving forwards i will use less graphic photos (stupid tumblr). And also, all stories are still up on my deviant art @bleepbloopblahhh
PLEASE REBLOG AND SPREAD THIS SO PEOPLE ARE AWARE!!!
Until then, funkobuttboy has another story for you coming soon. Part 1 of Ex Boyfriend’s Fart Slave is coming soon.
Sorry i’ve been MIA but do y’all fw this story idea?
Haunted by an older, nasty stinky ghost man for the rest of his life, the main character is miserable. After inviting the man over to explore gross fart fetish fantasies, he accidentally gets him killed. (not graphic) Later he comes back as a ghost to taunt him and torture him.
Nobody else can see him as a ghost and he constantly makes him life hell. I thought of this during an exam today - Imagining him coming through the wall to just stand near you during a test. He turns and farts at you, only you being able to smell it. He stands in front of you, stripping his jeans down, stuffing his crack into your face to remind you of your punishment. He will never let you go, and nobody will ever know.
Hello and welcome to this new story! This can be seen as a forever/one shot type story for each chapter as they are just a slave dynamic.
But before we get into that- this is the PROLOGUE to the main story, it's sadistic and sexy, so i definitely recommend reading, every story after this will follow the slave and master's dynamic.
[includes: face dildo riding (?) , non consensual activity, light farts, cum farts, ball busting, bondage, smacking/pain, sadistic power play and heavy verbal]
Prologue: How i became the Slave of my ex boyfriend.
"I've been cheating on you, Clay," i watch my boyfriend's warm smile drop, his broad shoulders sinking. He stares at me, absolutely pissed - glaring green eyes, heavy breathing and clenched fists as he stands his stocky tall frame infront of me in my bedroom.
"You fucking what?" he rages, conflicted at staying calm, i had become terrified.
My boyfriend's the best, we've been together for 2 years. I thought we were perfect for each other since the other week, since i decided i wanted to fuck that guy at the bar. I'm a horrible person, I know. Sue me.
But i had to admit it, i had to tell him, seeing his adorable sweet eyes blink into anger makes my stomach turn.
"The other week.. it's been eating me ever since but i have to tell you, i'm so sorry," i gulp, and he takes one lunge easily with his large legs to step before me. But he's not just angry, he's heartbroken. His eyes pool in tears as his jaw shakes, mine does too, only out of fear.
"You really want to through away everything i did for you? I can't believe you! No-" he starts, now in a fit of rage. His blood lust eyes sparkle as his hands thrust onto my shoulders, plummeting me to the floor. It was easy, so easy for him, as he was so much stronger than me.
I don't have time to process on the floor, my hands reaching up to my head. Furious, Clay rummages in the drawer on his desk, throwing vibrant objects onto the bed as my back rests against the mattress.
"You don't have to do that~ i'm sorry," i beg.
He ignores me, turning around and starting for me with a ziptie. I resist his brute force, he doesn't use it ever, not on me, but this time was different. He shoves me forward and holds both my hands behind my back, holding my fumbling wrists together in one of his large hands.
"Clay!! Clay stop, i'm serious," i fluster, squirming around on my knees.
"I'm fucking done with you, you do not get to suck some other dick and stab me in the fucking back. So i'm returning the favour, you fucking pussy," he whispers evil into my ear, and the man i've known and loved for two years has just brutally zip tied my wrists behind my back - i was so fucked.
He stands before me, glaring at me with such evil intent, he was certain about this, so sure.
"Please," i sob, snot leaking from my nose like a bitch.
He doesn't say anything. His eyes remain locked on me whilst his hands go to his shorts, swiftly withdrawing them from his body as they drop to the floor. No. Almost quicker, his shirt vanishes into his hand in one swish of his arm, now naked. Is it bad i'm trying not to be turned on? His body, so large and perfectly crafted. Man, was he hairy, i try not to look at his penis, but i do, and i know he sees. He was generously packed, his cock sitting between his large, almost tanned testicles - all coated in dark, messy and loose brown pubes. I force myself to glance away.
Gently, his large hand caresses my face, his thumb pivoting at my mouth to make me look up.
"You fucked up babe, now, i'm gonna use you to get one final nut. And then, your ass is out. Understood?" he nods, not removing his eyes from mine.
I nod, enjoying the warmth of his hand on my face. I try to take his thumb into my mouth, and my lips don't get past his fingernail before he recoils and smacks me square across the cheek, his silver ring almost breaking my jaw. Ow. I deserved that.
"You're fucking deluded," he turns around, revealing his fury naked man ass. His legs were like large pistons, carrying his colossal thighs and cheeks.
Stepping back, he finds something on the bed behind my head, giving it a shake before turning around to rest a hand on the mattress.
"If i were you, i'd just enjoy it baby, no man's ever gonna use you the same after today," he grins, letting out a chuckle as he brings a vibrant pink silicone dildo to my mouth. The base was suctioned and slightly hollow, fitting my lips perfectly. His large hand dismisses my whimpers of disapproval as he presses my neck to the mattress, confirming me against it. Attached to the sides of the dildo, black plastic straps wrap around my jaw, and Clay fastens the dildo onto my mouth securely, like a muzzle to play with.
He smiles, proud of his arrangement as he lightly smacks the 7 inch plastic cock ascending from my mouth, my face following the direction. It's only now i notice the almost empty tub of lube in his hands, squeezing out the clear stuff into his hand and throwing the tub away.
"Haven't used this baby in a minute, fucking love a good dildo, don't you?" he says, absently, and i groan my disapproval once more, "Aww.. poor baby."
He squats slightly to loosen his puckered manly hole, rubbing the slick stuff over his backend. As if washing himself off, Clay lathers his ass up with lube, and i squint, shaking my head as i know where this is going.
"Yeah baby, remember, when i sit back on your face remember who got you into this - because i'm not the one who fucking cheated, Christ," he huffs, rubbing the remaining lube from his hand on the dildo attached to my mouth, the pressure of his hand pushing my head into the bed.
I observe as he finds the LED controller for my room, pointing it at the corner to switch them on. He adjusts the room to a rich, warm red, and if i try hard enough i can convince myself this is just some fucked fantasy.
"How's that?" he smiles again, turning to put both his size 12 feet at either side of my kneeled body, giving his fuzzy ass a smack. "I probably smell a little bit~ so you'll have to excuse me, sucks to be you i guess, cause you can only breathe through your nose."
He squats, spreading his crack to part his ass, descending onto my face. The tip meets his hole, and welcomes its new home, his ass gaping over the dildo as he takes in a few sparing inches.
"Oh god~ yeah.. ow, mmphhgg," he grumbles, resting a clenched fist on his knee. Meanwhile, i'm taking 190 pounds of man on my jaw, my lips quivering as my head is grinded to a pulp into the mattress behind me. Slowly, he sits up a second, letting his ass adjust to the absence of a cock.
He's never ridden me before, i've never asked. Clay has always been the top, i mean look at him, he's like a caveman, but he loves this dildo, looking up the base i can still see residue he never bothered to wash off. Never would i have imagined he would do this, yet here i am.
"Fuck," he growls, holding the dripping pink pole
in his fingers before putting it back to his asshole again. He allows it to penetrate him further, and eventually, with the sound of ass hair tickling against the plastic, he stuffs himself with the dildo, his bulbous asscheeks rounding against my face. Speaking of my face, not only was it crushed, it was smothered in ass juice and lube, my jaw coated in the stuff.
Grinding abruptly, he moans in a manly deep voice.
"Awugh~ thank you Pinnocio," he smiles, absently fluttering his hand back to stroke my hair, his face too focused to look behind.
"Mm.." he mutters, sitting back up, and then back down again, taking the toy up his juicy cunt once more. This time giving up on his knees and relaxing back into the mattress, grunting in the relief. The toy had disappeared up his rear, Clay's gaped hole expanding just over my mouth, making my tastebuds flourish.
"The perfect base for my toy, just what you deserve," he claims, turning his head faintly, as i look up his hairy back and muscular shoulders. His asscheeks had squished on top of my face, the skin folded and gathered into chubby chunks that sat on the edge of my eyelids. He stinks, by the way, his ass reaking of funk as my only breathing hole struggles for air under his foul smell.
Then he rides my face. Up and down, he messily sits his manly weight down on my poor jaw and chases his own nut.
"Shut up shut up!!~" he pants, his heel kicking into my legs as he lightly grinds my bulge. I squirm, the pressure growing harder as he begins to kick into my balls, the pain spine shivering as he circles his hips on top of my face.
"Yeah? I should've busted your bitch balls sooner - i never thought i'd say this but, now i'm dumping your pathetic ass, your dick is fucking pathetic, otherwise i'd be riding you properly right now. And you're hard? Are you that easy? I should've left you sooner, blue balls faggot," he shamelessly admits, breaking me to tears as i squirm beneath his seated ass. His tailbone and top part of his crack cuddles my nose, and my nostrils are invaded with his vinegary sweat, he was always in a constant stink, but i loved him~ not anymore.
Clay stops bullying my bulge, my dick aching as he begins to ride the toy again, finally chasing the orgasm he previously paused. I sit in shamed tears and silence as he moans profusely over my mouth, swallowing the dildo back and forth up his ass as he finally busts into his palm. He catches his breath in viscous growls as he sits back on my poor jaw, panting in satisfaction.
With a wiggle, he stands half way, free of the dildo, now sat wonky on my lips. It was painted in marks of brown gunk and an overall warm juice. His asshole, now loose and agape, warmly welcomes his handful of cum as he fingers himself his own load. I watch in grotesque horror as his four fingers slot into himself as the load mostly disappears, his hole clenching tight as he sucks his fingers off one by one.
Wirh a wicked smile, Clay turns to grab my head and wrestle the evil toy off me. I follow suit, wriggling my head out of the strap as he unfastens it; i greedily gasp fresh air in the dark red bedroom. My lips felt blue with a suction mark around it, having been used.
"And for my next trick," he readies his legs above me like a hairy spider, spreading his sweaty, manly cheeks once more, "I'm gonna make all that cum~"
He sits flat on my face, plastering his abused, raw asshole onto my lips, probably my final somewhat-kiss with Clay: his greasy butt. My head is swallowed. Demolished even. His cheeks are so smothering and hot, i nearly even hear his final word, "disappear."
And with that, he goes quiet, taking a breath.
"Ayo, eat this, fag," he grins lazily, releasing a rancid, bubbly fart down my throat, spewing oozing cum into my mouth which i'm forced to welcome wide. It tastes like regular semen, mixed with ass juices and shit. I cough and reluctantly swallow. He
farts again, echoing down my gaping mouth as i grimace. He stands up, taking a finger to his butt to wipe and lick.
"Mmm- good no?" he asks, before smacking my face again, "I want you out by tonight, fuck you cheater." He spits, landing on my chest as he steps to the desk for a final time. Clay breifly cuts the plastic on my wrists with a pair of cheap scissors, letting my sore wrists free. I watch as he stands up to throw his underwear on, taking the rest of his clothes with him. He leaves me on the floor, filled with shame and humiliation, and covered in his disgust.
———
One week later.
I park my car into the driveway. It had been a week
since i had been rightfully dumped, and i've been a mess since. Living at our old house sucked, so empty and miserable. So here i was at my ex boyfriend's house, awkwardly parked in his grand driveway.
When i knock at the door his face is unreadable, but mostly angry.
"You? You're showing your face to me again after~ after i ruined it," he smiles, impressed with himself.
I look up at his towering frame, he looked good. Not tired like me, he was beaming.
To everyone he’s regular and perhaps a little nerdy, just normal. Little do they know his favourite hobby is grinding gross skid marks into your face and releasing his worked up gas all day. He’s training you to be obedient. You’re his toy, a stress release for his nastiest fantasies. And you love it
a partner having me drink something they pissed in in front of people
before going out, they make sure to top off my water bottle with a little bit. just enough to taste it in every sip, so every time I get a little thirsty, I get a reminder of what it actually is that I'm most thirsty for. I spend my whole day tasting their piss without anyone being any the wiser
at a fast food restaurant, they snag my mostly empty drink cup and bring it back from the bathroom full, or pour some out of a full one to make room, and set it on the table across from me, acting like normal, as if it's at all possible that there's an employee there that doesn't know that they just got me a refill from a different type of fountain
at a party, they get beers for everyone, only before they give me mine, they open it, take a long swig, and then bring it down to their crotch to replace the lost liquid, right there in front of everyone. they leave a little drop of piss running down the neck for the rest of the party to watch me lick off, and I'm met with jeers and whistles as I start with just as long a swig as them
"Get your nose nestled between these alpha cheeks man!" Scott rushes to pull down his grey boxers as you kneel beside the bed, lay down your head, and push your face towards his massive tan cheeks. You don't even need encouragement, working your nose in towards the heat of his stinking sticky hole while the hair tickled your skin. "SNIFF!" His word acts like a program as your nose works automatically to inhale the ripe fart that accompanied his command. "Thank you Master McCall!" You moan between his cheeks, getting a taste of the vile fart. Scott wiggles his cheeks with a stifled giggle in response to your words. "SNIFF!" Yet again you are on auto pilot as he orders you to sniff a wet ten second fart from his hole. It burns and stinks, but you don't move an inch. "Fuck thsoe stink! You love these don't you?" Scott taunts, reaching around and using his meaty hand on the back of your head to push you deeper. "Yes Master McCall! Your farts smell beautiful!" Your words flow out as you kneel there, completely flacid despite finding his farts hot and addictive. "SNIFF!" This time as you inhale the airy fart fueled by eggs and chicken, Scott rolls over to sit on your face until you pass out.
*An hour earlier*
"Please Theo I'm sorry, you are not a fart sniffing loser, I was just joking!" You protest weakly from beneath Theos ass. A massive fart roars out directly into your expose nose and you feel your mind weaken, almost blacking out for a few minutes. "You will text Scott McCall begging to sniff his farts. Everytime he says sniff you will do so and address him as Master McCall. Alpha farts will be your new addiction but will never get you hard!" Theo laughs magically as he rises off your face to see you immediately grab your phone and text Scott.
*A little caption for the winning option on the Wolf Pack community poll*
[Includes: Facesitting, farts, slob, ass, sadism and bondage, unwilling victim]
Follow the story of Buddy the Elf as he smothers the entire naughty list under his fat ass, because tonight was like no other.
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Christmas Eve: 2:34 AM
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Well, besides Micheal, who was squirming in disgust with his nose inches deep into Buddy the Elf's voluptuous ass crack. He sat proudly ontop of his face, holding his bed board for support as he lovingly smothered his victim.
———
"Stop fucking squirming oh my god! You'll wake your whole house up with that noise - idiot," i hear in an irritated voice above me, my face being rammed and rummaged about by the two fat buttcheeks sealed in red velvet pants.
I can't believe i let it happen, i woke up to tens of elves outside the window, climbing up ropes and high pitched voices coming down the chimney. It wasn't long before Buddy was clammering through my window as he shot a sparkly green gun at each side of my bed, spiralling two ribbons of candy cane striped fabric to seal my wrists to either of my sides.
You're probably picturing a four foot little baby faces squirt to somehow overpower me tonight, but Buddy was different. All of the elves looked pretty much the same, small and petite faces with perked ears, skinny and agile as they deliver Santa's presents. But Buddy, Buddy was different, he was maybe 6 feet, regular substantial muscle and he looked so much older than the others, like he was in his early twenties.
This exact same thing happened last Christmas Eve, he snuck into my room for the first time and repeated the same process, like this was a regular routine for him. He rushed the window shut and eagerly climbed on me, resting his fat rump on my face for a couple minutes before he was out following the other elves, presumably going to the next house to smother the next late-teenage boy.
The meaty mountains of skin lift up, and i exasperate for air in the dim light of my bedroom. I cough as Buddy sits on my ribcage so abruptly, resting his legs as his kneecaps meet the sides of my head, holding me there.
"Hey kid, me again," he grins, rummaging in the pockets of his emerald green body suit, candy canes fall onto my mattress as Buddy pulls out a cigarette, sticking it to his teeth to use his hand to cup the lighter at his face. It lights up and he takes a drag, my body still stuck under his meaty legs.
An elf appears at my window, dangling by an arm like a monkey at the top of the window edge. "Buddy! We need your help up here - why do you always have to sit on the kids?" he squeaks.
Buddy groans atop me, kicking up and shifting to the left to dismiss the irritating elf.
"Hey! This is not a kid! I'm not crazy, this one turned 18 last year and still hasn't moved his ass out his parents house. So - go give his little sister that bike and i'll give this one a special present alright? Shoo," he waves his white glove at the window, mumbling around his joint.
Only when he takes the cigarette out and holds it in his fingers is when i get a proper look at him, he smiled atop me again, his white teeth glistening. It wasn't a nice smile, in fact he was the meanest elf of all. He's examining my face, seeing how much it's changed from last year, seeing how well my features fit under his grimy taint. And i did the same for him too, staring at him in fear and disgust, whilst sharing an excitement, he had the same stubbled beard, manly jaw bones and fluffy brown hair that disappeared into his santa hat, sloppily stuck to his cranium. It's difficult to resist when he was actually quite handsome.
"Finally find you again, you know out of all the runts i smother every Christmas Eve your one of my favourites? Such a comfortable face," he mumbles, putting the cigarette back into his mouth as he pats you on the cheek.
Buddy checks his watch, and realise he's running out of time. "Candy Canes, i should hurry up," he reaches for his belt, stripped with green, red and white strips of colour, "Some get lucky enough to actually skip one of my farts, but i've cooked some up just for you Micheal."
I groan, "Buddy, no..." but there was no stopping him. He was already climbing my face, his hand at my head as i've been stuffed deep into his thighs, feeling his asshole plummet onto my nose through the soft velvet of Buddy's stockings, and the world went dark.
GGGNNNNTSSSFFF
I'm greeted with a filthy, raunchy fart to the face, i revolt as my skin warms against his gas, my eyebrows grimacing together as i sniff deep, Buddy's fingers making circles in my hair. He sits back, throning my face as my forehead cuddles his bulge, Buddy shakes his hips lightly, enjoying the power he had over my oxygen.
"Yeah, remember that guy you pushed over on March 2nd in the streets? Remember that time you said your Aunts casserole was dry? Well, for 2026, remember the smell of my filthy ass, and the taste of my farts, fucker," Buddy spits.
My face melts into his crack, warm as my nostrils reject any air, relying on Buddy's unstable bowels for air, and i cry out.
"Aww, crying kiddo? Maybe stay on the nice list next year, that is if you haven't moved out, i'll fucking find you, every Christmas you'll taste this asshole boy, every fucking Christmas," Buddy rubs a circular hand on his buttcheek, giving it a hard slap, jigging it onto my face.
———
"Buddy!!! Santas calling us- we have a minute!" I cry out from the window, unimpressed at the sight before me. Buddy had another kid under his ass, why does nobody stop him? It's so gross.
He frowns at me, mumbling something arounf his cigarette. He's sat like a bird atop a random boy, his feet flat on his chest as his thighs carry the curled fabric of his stocking pants, vanishing the victim under his bare greasy ass. It reaked, the skin of his fat ass of a donkey melting over their face, they barely fought back, i almost thought he was asleep.
"Fuck off - i'm busy here, i'll be out in a minute," he wafts his hand at me, and i scoff as i climb down the window, alerting the other elves.
———
My nose pokes Buddy's bare, slimy raw asshole as his cheeks force themselves over my face, and he banished me into my pillow as he sits on me heavy, his feet at my chest. I feel hands on my stomach, and they snake down to my pajama pants, and my cock is pulled out, half hard from this yearly torment.
"Quit your whining, gotta give Santa some kind of milk, you didn't leave any downstairs," he mutters, and i can hear the smirk in his devilish voice. He starts to pull at my cock, yanking the skin up and down. Buddy sighs, heavy this time as he relaxes.
"Gosh, some time to relax, every house we only have a couple minutes, glad i get to just sit," he says, genuine, my penis loudly smacking the mattress under his rapid wanking. He slows down, applying another hand on my dick and i moan into his asshole, raunchy and foul.
He giggles, "Hey, shut up, that tickles."
Ever so slightly, his ass gives way and kisses out a vulgar, smoggy shot of gas into my face, the majority entering my poor mouth. I cough, his ass smothering me back into the pillow as i shoot my loud, heaving breaths into his crack.
"Ahhh- there it is, knew you had it in you; so much cum from a few farts, pathetic."
He cleans me up, coating his white gloves in my semen and throws his cigarette to the floor.
"The hardest part is leaving, but i... oh nah- just a sec," his hips bludgeon me back down, and his sickly ass smothers my mouth.
GOOOOOOTFFSS
——
Andddd... Thats Micheal gone.
"And he's out, what an idiot," i stand on his bed and adjust my pants, that's another naughty one down, i hear their neighbours a jackass, i'm golden if that's true.
I turn on his bed, his face asleep as it's covered in my sweat, his nose and mouth ever so slightly stained in my dirty crack juices, the smallest hint of beige, my signature mark. I rub my hands over his face, smothering the fag with his own cum. That's it.
"Till next year kid," i pat him on his stomach, the cum on his bellybutton crusting. I pull a ribbon on his wrists and release his restraints, leaving the guy asleep. Fixing my hat back on, i'm out his window like a bird, following the other elves with sacks of presents, seeking out the next troublesome asshole.
To everyone he’s regular and perhaps a little nerdy, just normal. Little do they know his favourite hobby is grinding gross skid marks into your face and releasing his worked up gas all day. He’s training you to be obedient. You’re his toy, a stress release for his nastiest fantasies. And you love it
Make me seal my lips around your unwiped hole and suck until every bit of butt juice is coating my throat and every disgusting fart is puffing out my cheeks. Then once I've gotten use to your stinking gas in my mouth suprise me with a rancid shart up the nose. Never let me get comfortable. I should always live in fear of your superior ass.
What’s the nastiest way you’ve tortured someone with your dirty ass?
It was with an ex-girlfriend, she begged me to take a shower after a long day I had, because she really wanted to kiss my asshole... but I was too lazy, I told her:
- either you lick like this, or you don't lick at all!
I lay down on the bed, with my ass up, and watched porn while teasing her. A few minutes later she came and started licking me, but complaining... I got up, grabbed the handcuffs, handcuffed her hands, threw the bitch on the bed and sat on her face, and told her to lick like a real dirty pig... She gave me the best rimjob I've ever had...
Brothers said they'd run a bath for me while I did the dishes, it was only after I'd got in and had been soaking in the warm water for a while that they then sent this video.
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