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You’d spent hours crafting a speech for you’re straight republican roommate, one that detailed why His homophobic views on gays were wrong. However, you had barely gotten out the first sentence before He propped His sweaty foot up on a nearby table. Immediately you began stuttering, attempting to maintain just one train of thought in His presence.

Before you could however, He told you that you could continue your speech while massaging His feet. This seemed reasonable enough. At least He was offering to listen, you thought. Not five minutes into the massage though and He had your tongue between His toes and you denouncing every thing you were trying to say to him about gays and equality.

Turns out His views on gays being beneath Real Men like Him we’re justified, faggot. And it only took Him showing you His sweaty, dirty foot to prove it!

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The Roommate’s Revenge VI

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I bowed lower under the table to kiss Bruce’s big smelly feet - he had, as it turns out, worked up quite the sweat on his long drive in his boat shoes as well. The smell seemed stronger than those of the others and I shuddered to think of having to smell them bare like Matt’s or Dad’s.

He rose up out of the chair with a grunt as my lips made contact with the second shoe, and started to walk away, not even looking back to make sure I followed.

“BUUUURRRP, fuck your cooking was good, homo, good work”, Mr. King belched ahead of me.

I felt a small surge of pride at the large man’s praise, followed by an internal kicking of myself, as I realized how fucked up this all is. I hurried to crawl behind him as he was now on the hardwood and climbing the stairs. I worried about not getting the dishes done to Matt’s liking or hell, not getting my usual bedtime gas from him but I could only take this one step at a time, sleep was out the window, probably.

Right as he was halfway up the stairs, Bruce paused, my face coming head-on right into his wide, Tommy Bahama shorts. His large, hairy paw reached behind me and shoved me in as hard as he could BRApAPapppppppp!!!!

“Ahhhhh better out than in, right cunt? It’s convenient to have you around, my wife Cheryl might actually like having you as a houseguest. It’s like a free air purifier! Hahahaha..”

I steeled myself and sucked up the noxious fumes as he chuckled above me. “This can’t be good for my health”, I thought. The thought flashed through my head that maybe, since they were related, Mr. King’s farts could satisfy my cravings and reduce my headache till the morning? I didn’t notice a big difference but breathed in the last of the rotten egg smell just as I felt his large ass pull away. Maybe it was my imagination but the pounding at my temples that accompanied my usual cravings seemed to lessen a little.

We walked in the bedroom, (I crawled) and Bruce sat on the bed, staring at me expectantly while I kneeled on the floor and looked down at the ground.

“Go, ahead faggot, strip down and nose down on the floor away from me, balance on it and spread your cheeks. Let’s see your cunt up close.”

“Sir, I’m not gay, I’m still a virgin! This is all a big-” I erupted, not even thinking, trembling in my dress clothes.

WHACK! I saw stars, just like in the Sunday morning cartoons for a minute.

“I can see Matt’s been to easy on you and you’ve taken advantage of living with a straight man to get your jollies off, faggot. Rule 1, you do as a man tells you. Rule 2, you do whatever he says with absolute reverence, call him Sir and thank him for it. There’s no rule 3, faggot. I find you lazing about or less than eager in your fag duties and I rip your balls off with your bare hands. The police chief is my frat brother and I’ll let him in on how you’ve been perving on my son and made passes at me after licking your dad’s feet clean”.

Now terrified and my face stinging, my vision had yet to settle on one spot, I hurried to strip off all my clothes before he deemed I wasn’t “eager enough”. One look at Mr. Kings hands and I knew he’d make good on his promise. Worse my headache was back and stronger than I’ve ever felt, maybe from my disobedience? I was so fucked.

“Hahahahaha!!!! Nice little cage faggot, I like that. Can’t have you playing with your clitty while you keep sniffing up all our farts. You fags are so sick.”

I hung my head in shame, knowing it was pointless to resist and let out a weak, “Thank you Sir” before bending over and touching my nose to the ground. As I spread my cheeks, I could feel air on my hole. I’d never been more humiliated in my life nor exposed.

I could hear Mr. King rummaging around in his bag and see his shadow over me a second later.

“Fuck this is gonna be great. I love ducking virgins and I’ve had quite a few in my time, cunt. Has been a while since I’ve had anal, gonna be so nice and tight”.

I tried not to jump or squirm but I felt a big, rough, fat finger enter my hole and felt discomfort as it forced its way all the way in. He’d put on some lube or petroleum jelly from his luggage and probed me where I’d never been touched before. Just as I felt myself start to calm and get used to it, the pressure at my hole doubled and he pushed a second finger in. Jesus.

“This is the one courtesy you get from me on my visit, faggot. Relax your hole like you are taking a dump and let daddy in. You’ll forever remember me as your first and this is gonna cement your place as property in the King family forever”.

The fingers were quickly replaced with Bruce’s large mushroom head. All slicked up, it was useless to resist it, one hard push and he was halfway in. I yelped- I’d never experienced a pain like this and tried to squirm away, when I felt his hands around my neck. Bruce’s grip clamped down and I struggled to breathe, he used me as a leverage point and shoved his cock all the way to the base. I thought I was going to pass out when his thick pubes and full balls pressed up against my hole.

“Ahhhhhhhhh, there you go baby. When my cock’s in your cunt you can call me your highness - all bitches do, on account of my name. My son probably hasn’t felt how good and tight boi pussy can be but we can fill him in tomorrow after I get my nut and mark you as mine. Fuuuuuck I can feel your pussy massage my fat cock when you squirm down there, yeah you’re a pro”.

He thrust back and forth slowly, the pain still immeasurable as I held back tears and tried not to pass out from the pain. He held still for a minute and I felt the sweat from his chest and belly soaking into my skin. There was no going back now, I was Bruce’s bitch.

Just as I’d seen in porn, me being the woman in this case, Bruce fucked me doggy, hard, flipped me over and pumped me more, spitting in my mouth and on my face, breaking me down, telling me my cunt was now custom molded to his cock and I’d crave it till my dying day. I’d never walk normal again and that I was a lucky faggot to have my pussy popped by a King. He had the stamina of a horse, and my “pussy” started to feel good, his deep thrusts scratching an itch deep in me, though I couldn’t harden in my little cage. He grabbed my hands and motioned for me to caress his hairy chest and biceps as he continued to plow me. When I could sense he was close, he stared deep in my eyes and asked, “What do you want, bitch?”

My mind was frazzled, new to the pain and pleasure coursing through me and confused all at the same time. Without thinking I gasped, in between fuck thrusts, “please, your highness, seed my pussy, I need your alpha cum!”.

Like a predator about to feast on his prey, Bruce’s mouth curved into a hard smile, eyebrows furrowed and a roar escaped him as I felt my guts flood with hot semen. He fell right on top of me, crushing my small penis and balls under his weight and my face landed right in his smelly sweaty pits. He grunted to signal a last burst and lay still for a few minutes, catching his breath.

“Good job, honey. Fetch me a warm wet towel to clean me off and you can rim my hairy asshole for a good night kiss till you hear me snoring. Tighten up your cunt so my seed doesn’t spill out and get your chores done, tomorrow I’ll let you lick my nuts under the covers when you bring me my coffee - I know you love the smell down there”.

I didn’t know how long the kind version of Mr. King would last and I could barely walk straight as I hurried to grab the wet towel but as I returned, the lights were off except for the nightstand lamp and he was face down and taking up the whole mattress. I cleaned him carefully so as not to anger him and then parked my face into the warm hairy cave that was Bruce’s asshole. Having worked up a sweat, the smells were stronger than usual and again, I could feel the pain lessen in my pounding headache. He released a silent but deadly after five minutes of rimming and chuckled above me as I choked and then sniffed it deep. “Thank you Sir”. It was like huffing an off brand version of Matt’s stronger and smellier but it worked to hold off my head pain and it’s all I would get l, so I was genuinely thankful with my deep breaths.

You’re welcome, faggot. Nighty night. Get your chores done.

To be continued…

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Bully's Rules - Part 1: Play Ball

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M4M - Fart fetish, facesitting, bully kink, fart humiliation, sports gear

All characters are 18+

A/N: Long time since I posted a story, been suffering writer's block for the longest time. This story came to me over the past month or so and I managed to finish the first part. Not sure how many parts it will be, but this is my story where I'm letting myself play a little more raunchy, since My New Boss is a bit slower paced. Speaking, hopefully the next story post will be My New Boss Part 4! Fingers crossed 🤞

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Lost Bet: Game Day Fart Couch

This was for Super Bowl LVIII, that was the longest in history!

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I drove down the highway with my stomach in knots. Dread was creeping over my hands as I got off the exit. It was Superbowl Sunday, and I was about to suffer the consequences of a bet which I knew I’d never live down.

Two weeks ago I was with my buddies watching the game at our favorite bar. There was Jimmy, Henry, Ethan, and Carter all drinking beer and sharing nachos. I stuffed a few of the cheap chips and thick cheese spread thinking of how to answer Jimmy’s question.

“C’mon, who do you think’ll win, Will? You gotta choose right or else,” He giggled. The others chuckled along. We all knew what “or else” meant, the punishment for losing that could only come from Jimmy’s demented mind. The others were doing well with their game predictions. I on the other hand only came for the beer and company. Since I didn’t care about football or follow teams or trends, all my guesses were shots in the dark, each time missing. It was just me against Henry now, and whoever lost this game would be sentenced to “stink hell”.

I was nervous trying to gamble. With no reason other than liking the idea of a strong lion, I said “Detroit.”

“Alright, then Henry you got 49ers.” Jimmy smirked, running his fingers through his blond hair. We watched the TV with anxiety, the others looking forward to seeing one of us defeated.

As the game went on, my stomach churned more and more. It was over for me. The Lions lost and the guys cheered for Henry, patting him on his back.

“You know what that means, don’t you Willy?” Jimmy shot at me with his devilish smile.

I groaned. The Super Bowl was going to suck for me. Especially for my nose.

…

I parked my car outside Jimmy’s apartment and rang the buzzer. He lived in the basement unit and I walked down the brick stairs to his patio. When he opened the door he was giddy. “Hey the loser’s here! You ready for the best day of your life?”

“Oh fuck off,” I tried to laugh. I didn’t want to be mean to him but I was pissed at Jimmy’s insistence on these over the top bets he made us participate in. Like he was jigsaw watching over the torturous games.

Walking through his living room the smell of cheeses and meats wafted around. I saw one crockpot with BBQ meatballs and another with Italian beef. There was a pan of baked beans, another with roasted broccoli. I even smelled a pot of curry. This mix made me cringe knowing Jimmy chose that atypical game food on purpose. And a fridge full of bottles of beer.

The others were hanging around already drinking, and they called my name and cheered.

Ethan said, “Let’s hear it for our Fart Huffer everyone!”

I groaned while they cheered for me. Jimmy then led me to the Couch.

Where he gets his ideas, I have no clue. As if he were an immature school boy with the mind of a mad scientist. The Couch was bought used over Facebook and sat three people. Jimmy had modified the cushions so that each one had a hole that someone could sit over. Two of the holes were smaller and opened to some tubing, the third was large went right down into the hidden chamber inside the couch. Looking down into it, I could see a pillow ready for my head to rest.

Jimmy said, “now put your wrists together, yep that’s it. Carter you can do the honors,”

Carter walked up to me holding some thin red rope and started tying my hands together.

“So, wait,” I laughed nervously, “I thought it was just gonna be a hole in the seat,”

“Oh no buddy, I had to make sure you can get the full experience.” He led me to the back of the couch and slid a long panel up to show me the cushioned area. It was like climbing into a coffin, or a book nook, or one of those Japanese hotel pod rooms with only a bed. I saw that the tubes were tied up and pointed toward the pillow. When I laid down on my back I could see the ends of the tubes pointing right at my face.

“And the last touch,” Jimmy surprised me by pulling an old seatbelt over my chest and clicking into the side. He tightened it before clicking a second seatbelt over my thighs.

“Ugh this is so stupid,” I said, “All this for a few farts?!” I tried to keep acting nonplussed but I was starting to feel nervous and claustrophobic. I didn’t realize that I’d be bound to the couch.

“Not a few, Will, we got all night.” And without warning he stretched a length of duct tape that he must have grabbed when I wasn’t looking and quickly strapped it over my mouth. I was too shocked to react at first, my eyes bulging and trying to move my mouth or speak. I started hyperventilating through my nose. He winked and then shut the panel. The others had been watching this all and were laughing at us. Laughing at me.

I rest my head back. How long would this game go on for? Jimmy said the loser would have to “sniff farts all through the game” but I didn’t know how far he was going to take this. I should have guessed it was going to be worse than I’d imagined.

He then appeared through the hole over my face looking down at me with his light blue eyes and asking “Ready for round 1?”

“MMPH?”

He twisted around and plopped back onto the cushion. It was dark inside the couch until I heard him fumble on the side and suddenly a few small LED lightbulbs went on, glowing against his jeans-covered ass. My makeshift bed was close enough to the cushions that I could already start to smell Jimmy’s musk through his denim.

“Some help for you to really appreciate your surroundings,” He laughed. I stared up at my friend’s ass and sighed. I’d have nothing else to look at for the next several hours except for his ass. And the asses of the others for when they’d no doubt switch places for.

The couch creaked with two others sitting on the other cushions. I heard Henry say “Can I rip now? I’ve been holding them in all day,”

“Of course. The inaugural blast. Make sure to press that button like I told you.”

What button?

Then the sound of Henry’s farting ass echoed through the tube and against the interior walls of the couch coffin.

PPTPRTPRPTRPRTPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The others laughed at the length and sound of the blast. I heard someone high five him. And a moment later, I heard more noise, the whirling of a fan. Air blew through the tube and across my face, carrying the fart stink with it. I immediately started gagging, my skin burning as the tape clung to my coughing mouth. It stunk pretty bad, like he was going to take a shit soon.

“Enjoy the fart fan?” Jimmy tried looking through the gap between his crotch and the cushion lining, “Made it so you don’t have to wait for their stink to reach you!”

The fart cloud wafted over my head and the stink wasn’t getting any weaker. I clenched my eyes shut. He’d built small fans into each tube so all they had to do was press a button on the couch to make the farts shoot out right up my nose.

“Hope you have fun in fart heaven, Will, the game’s about to start.” Jimmy said with a smile in his voice. I watched in horror as he pulled his jeans down, mooning me his smooth pale cheeks and ass crack, shaved taint, and showing me his pink asshole. Without any clothes, the ass that was only a few inches from my face began to stink up the air around me.

I buckled against the restraints that kept me on my back but couldn’t roll over. I heard another fart rip through one of the tubes before it was blasted into my face. This was going to be a long hell reeking of gassy assholes…

…

The first hour dragged on. I could hear my friends having fun above me commenting on the game, drinking their beer and burping, chatting about life, all as if I weren’t in the room. They only acknowledged me when one of them ripped a fart. If Jimmy had gas I’d watched his ass shuffle a bit and the disgusting sight of his asshole puckering and farting. see him try to peer down at me with an evil smirk, knowing that without any clothes to cover him, I could feel the gas puff right against my face. His farts were pretty gross, making me think he had helpings of broccoli with breakfast as well, along with feeling the heat against my skin. I was afraid I’d throw up into the duct tape and choke to death. When one of the other two farted they’d press the button to activate the fan inside the tube and their farts would be like a punch to the face. And because there were very few air holes around me, each fart hung stale in the air and the couch was getting more and more stuffy with body heat and lingering farts that had nowhere to go but up my nose.

My face was mere inches away from the source of Jimmy’s noxious fumes, and I could feel the vibrations of each fart as it ripped over my nose. I tried to hold his breath, but it was no use. With each passing minute, the stink became more unbearable, and my eyes began to water.

If the stink wasn’t going to kill me, the boredom would. I had nothing to do but lay there staring up at Jimmy’s naked ass to constantly remind me how much of a loser I was. I couldn’t hear what was going on in the game, only my friends’ reactions. And the sound of their assholes seemed to echo in the couch and amplified some to ear-piercing volume, making me flinch as if they were farting right into my ears. I was getting a headache from the stink.

From somewhere above a timer went off and Jimmy said, “Alright, switch places!”

He stood up, yanking his jeans back on in the process and giving me only a moment of fresh air as some of the fart cloud left through the cushion hole. My eyes squinted at the flood light above and I tried sucking through Henry’s latest gas bomb so I could get some sweet fresh air.

“Lord have mercy,” Jimmy fanned his nose, “You’re not doing a good job sucking down all our gas, Fart Sniffer.”

“MMPH!” I was getting more angry with Jimmy as time went on. This was really too much for a stupid bet on football teams.

But he walked away and I saw Ethan take his place. He looked down at me through the hole and said, “Sorry for what’s about to come out of my ass, bud,” before turning around and pulling his jeans down. He sat his hairy ass down over the seat with his ass hole at the center of my gaze. I’d seen Ethan’s naked ass before because one of his favorite jokes was to photo-bomb people while mooning behind their backs, but being this up close and personal really forced me to appreciate just how hairy his crack and gooch were. The same hair carried his musk from both his crack and balls. It felt hot against my face and the stink slowly took over my nose. I grimaced, hoping that somehow his farts would be “better” somehow than what I had to go through under Jimmy. They weren’t.

PPPPREPTPTRPTPRPTPPPPP

His puckered asshole let out a blast that defined my ears from bouncing off the walls. The heat made me gag before I could even react to the stench. It was beefy, probably from the chili and nachos I smelled earlier, only now at the end of its journey through Ethan’s guts. I coughed into my gagged mouth, listening to my friends laugh at the sound.

“Damn you really got reverb off that one!” I heard Carter say.

It didn’t take long for the other asses on the couch to start pumping out more farts. I winced with fear that at any moment someone would use the fan button to inject their fart up my nostrils. My eyes watered from the lingering stink that had been building up inside the couch.

Then Ethan said, “Oh no I got another big one, brace yourself Will,” And I watched his fingers come down to spread his cheeks wide. I stared in horror at his asshole puckering, shutting my eyes just before

PPPRPTPRTPRTPRPTPPPPPPPPPPP

I screamed into my gag. It was the same awful beefy cheesy funk from earlier, but hotter and louder and somehow thicker. My skull rattled from the sound and the pressure. They were dying of laughter above me. My eyes were stinking and I kept them shut as hard as I could. But I couldn’t pinch my nose or breathe in through my mouth. I had no choice but to gag with each breath.

…

Jimmy’s timer went off and Ethan stood up. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t sniff through the fart cloud and get any fresh air in before the next naked ass plopped down and started my next hour of stink hell. Carter was athletic and, like Jimmy, a blond boy who kept his ass shaved. The manscaping made it less gross to look at, but his pink asshole still stunk from such a short distance so it wasn’t that much of an improvement. The seatbelts keeping my body down were uncomfortably digging into my skin and my wrists ached from being tied up. I was glad to hear the halftime concert in the background, I hoped that meant I was at least halfway through this torture.

I heard some muttering over me, and then my heart dropped when the guys on the couch chanted “Three, two, ONE!”

All three asses farted at once, the echoing from the tubes amplified along with Carter’s bare asshole and pierced my ears. The gust from Carter’s ass hit like a punch and the blasts from both tube fans made me feel disoriented. I screamed again because the three farts mixed together into a vile cocktail of nachos, beans, curry…a horrible mix of all the night’s game foods washed down with beer formed an ungodly stink that had farted out all over my face at once. I thought I was going to die.

They were laughing and high fiving again, not caring how miserable I was. “Fuckin A dude, I don’t know if Will’s gonna make it out of there alive,”

Like with the earlier farts, the stink lingered. At first I thought it would feel like an eternity. Then I realized it would be for eternity for how little fresh air could get into the couch. I was feeling tired and dizzy, claustrophobic, and with a headache that was getting worse. I tried imagining if I’d won the bet and got to enjoy the game while waiting for my turn to fart bare assed in the loser’s face. If I’d known how bad it would be for the person in the couch, I wouldn’t have agreed to this. I don’t think any of them really thought much other than “that would suck”. I vowed that I’d challenge Jimmy to the same wager the next time the opportunity came up and make him have a taste and smell of his own evil mind.

Another fart tore through the pipe and the fan made it gust into my nose. I thought I was going to go crazy down there.

…

Hours passed, and my friends were still going strong. They were determined to make the most of this bet and were constantly trying to outdo each other with their farts. I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.

The last hour of the game. One more hour and I’d be free. I kept thinking that to myself while staring at Henry’s hairy ass over me. He has more hair than Ethan did, thick black hair all over his cheeks and crack. As if I were looking up at a werewolf’s ass. He told me it was his Persian father that gave him this curse. And as stinky as it was, and how gross it was to look at the sweat matting the hair down in his crack, I was nervous that he hadn’t farted yet. I wasn’t sure how long it had been, at least five farts had echoed out of the tubes since he sat down.

Then I saw his asshole move a bit. I clenched my eyes shut, bracing for the next awful feeling and the ear shattering sounds. Instead, it was a quiet hiss of air.

Holy fuck did it reek. It was like he shoved deviled eggs up his ass hours ago. I thought I would puke through my gag. I’d been sweating and anxious for a while now, and this was sending me over the edge. I fought against the seatbelts hoping I could somehow will myself to break through the restraints. All that did was get Jimmy’s attention,

“Sounds like Will is really enjoying our gas tonight!”

I wanted to fucking kill him. Henry’s farts had gotten worse over the evening. The heat was making me feel nauseous and every single fart from earlier still lingered in the air, making it feel sickly humid and swampy. This had turned into the most disgusting experience I’d ever had in my life.

And another silent deadly fart seeped out over my face.

I tried screaming “I need a break!” but the tape had muffled it to a pathetic whimper. Tears were streaming out of my eyes. Another fan whirled on and shot an SBD from one of the other asses above me. I needed this hell to be over.

“Oh, oh SHIT!” I heard them making a fuss. Something happened in the game. Probably an epic play that I wouldn’t be able to talk about with any of my other friends or coworkers, because I was a loser who spent the superbowl being farted on instead of watching and having fun.

Then Jimmy said something that chilled me, “Uh, you’re not gonna like this Will, but it looks like they’re going into overtime.”

Fuck me. It wasn’t fair.

Henry’s ass let out an ugly sounding plop of a fart,

PPRPTRPTPPPP

I dry heaved into the duct tape.

…

Another shift brought Jimmy’s ass over me. This time all the foods he’d prepared had worked their way through his guts and made his gas much more potent than before. I’d sweat through my shirt, feeling almost delirious from the constant barrage of farts. The beans, curry, broccoli, the whole works had sent my friends’ asses into overdrive, the fans going off every few minutes to drown me in more farts. The air felt ten degrees hotter than it did when I first got in, a heat that only rose with each pump of gas.

The game went into double overtime. So far, the only Super Bowl to ever go into double overtime. The gods of fate really hated me that day. I could do nothing but stare at Jimmy’s pink asshole as I was falling into sensory overload with the sounds, stink, and hot sticky air. I still don’t know how I didn’t end up vomiting in my mouth that night.

Over and over I had to breathe in every type of fart. Silent and deadly, loud and obnoxious, short poots, long drawn out farts, several popping off in a row, all to the constant laughter of my friends that got more and more cruel as the night went on.

Double overtime.

Shutting my eyes didn’t keep me from suffering the stink, or hearing the sounds of their assholes, or feeling the hot air from the pipes or from Jimmy’s naked asshole, or from feeling the vibrations against my skin or the sweat on my face that had to be holding all the stink with it.

And Jimmy was over the moon. He showed off his farting talent by ripping one that felt like it lasted a whole minute, which got everyone to cheer. They were impressed while I had to take it point blank in my face, making my stomach churn.

The only Super Bowl in history to go into double overtime.

I had nothing to do but stare at Jimmy’s asshole and pray that it wouldn’t break that record.

…

“Alright, your time’s up Will.”

I felt like his voice was from somewhere far off. I didn’t even react when the back panel of the couch slid open until the gust of fresh air slapped me in the face. I sucked it into my nose, breathing “clean” air for the first time in hours.

“Dear god that reeks!” Jimmy cackled with delighted disgust. The others walked around just to get a quick whiff of a fraction of what I’d suffered all night, thick and concentrated.

“Jeezus,” I heard Henry join in, “That must have sucked dude I’m sorry,”

If I weren’t exhausted and still duct taped, I would have swore at him. Sucked was the lightest way to put it.

Jimmy helped me out of the belts that had left red marks in my skin and freed my hands. My wrists and back were sore. My headache pounded worse as he ripped the tape off my face making my skin sting.

“Ah well it was fun while it lasted. Not sure what to do with this couch now. Maybe we ought to bring this punishment back in the future.”

The others laughed nervously. None of them really wanted to get the full experience that I had.

…

That night I took a long shower before I went to bed. No matter how much I scrubbed, my face still felt dirty, and I couldn’t tell if I kept smelling their gas because so many fart particles had glued to the inside of my nostrils or that I was getting PTSD flashbacks and the memory of the stink wouldn’t go away.

I fell asleep thankful it was all over, and hoping I could get my revenge on Jimmy soon. But that night I dreamt I was back in the fart couch, staring at a dozen naked asses all sticking through holes along each side of me and letting out a symphony of farts. I kept screaming in the dream but no one came to save me. Instead I saw Jimmy’s evil smirk as he turned around, spread his cheeks, and made his pink asshole meet my nose and let a fart so loud it shook my skull and burned through the back of my throat and into my lungs.

I woke up with a jolt. It was just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare.

One that I would have every night for several weeks afterward. The Super Bowl was over, but I was still trapped in the fart couch.

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An Unworthy Omega

This was a short story paired with an image, but I won't be sharing pictures with stories anymore. Imagine a guy is spreading his ass cheeks in your face, flashing his pink hole.

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The voice of Harrison, Fraternity President, echoed in my head; “If you aren’t the Alpha dog, the view stays the same. That is why you, pledge, have been chosen as our Omega. At the back of the wolf pack, you are not allowed to know us or be friends with us. We are your superior brothers, you know us by our tails, our furry cheeks, and our assholes”

In some old part of the frathouse basement they tied me into a chair behind a hole carved into the wall. The engineering majors here were creative. A long thick strap kept my head bound against the hole. I could only see forward at a slight angle down, fixed in place by the band. I was strapped in so I could not move my face in any direction. I couldn’t move my body. I had to sit there and wait for the next ass to enter my field of vision.

“Got a treat for you, Omega Faggot…” the voice was familiar. He was probably nice to me when I first signed up to rush the frat. Ever since, they have all been cruel to me. They never use my name. They only acknowledged me when they had gas, or they wanted the other brothers to take videos of me kissing their assholes.

He continued, “Cold brew with extra espresso is hitting hard. I could have let these beasts out into the toilet, but your face is closer, and I’m kinda bored.”

His ass appeared in front of me. I could smell it already, the nasty musk of an unshowered ass crack. At least he wasn’t as hairy as some of the others. The hairy ones were always more putrid than the guys who shaved. His fingers spread his cheeks taut, revealing his tight pink asshole.

With disgust and shame, I realized that I recognized his asshole. The brothers made sure that it was impossible for me to see the face of the brothers whose asses were creeping toward me. I learned few of their names during that semester. As my time in this prison behind the wall goes on, it is becoming easier and easier to remember each individual asshole. If they ever let me into the frat, even if they change their attitudes for the better, their asses will still haunt my dreams.

I winced but couldn’t shut my eyes. They punished me for shutting my eyes before. I don’t know how they can tell. A secret camera aimed at my face? I wouldn’t put it past them. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were live streaming this.

I stared into the pink asshole as it clenched and started to push. Before I signed up for this fraternity, I’d never actually seen a farting asshole. Now it was the only thing that broke the monotony of staring at the basement wall and wood floor.

The fart tore out like a drill, and the heat and stench made me cough. Burnt coffee grounds, musty basement, a thick layer of sulfur. Fuck, he ate hard boiled eggs earlier. They’ve been doing that lately, some even enjoyed telling me that they don’t even like eating boiled eggs, but they will eat them anyway just to give me something to do. “Otherwise you’re worthless” they said. I gagged again and again.

“Hey I don’t hear sniffs.”

I fought my gag reflex and sniffed as hard as I could, as loud as I could, to please the brother. I needed to make them happy. Every day I would only be allowed out of the wall to go to class and spend an hour at the library to study. Outside of that schedule, I had to be here, in the wall, doing nothing but waiting to endure the next ass.

[Though even the library wasn’t really a break. I would get texts from unknown numbers to go to the “spot” they set up. Some out of the way shelves where I was commanded to go and kneel and wait. The books on the shelf at head level had been pushed aside so I could see through to the next aisle. I would have to rest my chin on the shelf and wait for the brother who texted me to come into the aisle and stick his ass through the gap in the shelf. I was thankful whenever they kept their clothes on (then again, is sucking a fart through jeans somehow better than being hit by the bare asshole?) but the seclusion tempted them to drop their pants.]

“Oh guess what?” He chuckled, “I got another one ready for ya.”

He backed up more, now the heat of his ass crack was coating my face. I winced and trembled as the asshole pushed out again.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRPRPRRRRT

It was too concentrated, too close…my gagging was loud, so strong it hurt my throat.

“Are you being ungrateful, Faggot?” He spat, “Should I tell President Harrison that you aren’t thankful for these gifts?”

“No I’m so sorry, please,” I trembled. The rancid fart stink was still clouding against my face. I couldn’t deal with another punishment. The last one left my ass and balls swollen and purple. Oh god I cannot experience that again. I took very deep sniffs, forcing myself to drink in the burning sulfur and force my mouth shut.

“Thank you sir,” My eyes were welling in tears.

“That’s better.” He said, “I will allow you to kiss my asshole.”

They always worded it like that, as if forcing me to inhale their farts and to kiss their asses was them doing me a favor. Because I didn’t even deserve to kiss their superior asses, didn’t deserve to smell their farts.

I pursed my lips against his asshole. It was grimey. But I was used to the sensation of feeling asshole grime on my lips. I knew that I would be unable to smell anything but his asshole long after he’d left.

After the tenth kiss, he finally pulled away and his ass left my view. I was relieved that this little hell was over. But he didn’t leave yet. I stared at his shoes as he stood in front of me.

“Ah you’re gonna love this,” He said. Then he brought his phone to my face. On the screen, an over the shoulder selfie with the face cropped out. The brother was in the bathroom, the back of his shirt soaked in sweat, and mooning his smooth ass cheeks in the mirror. I could see drops of sweat running down them.

“Your superior just finished his workout, and he says he’s felt his protein shake gurgling all afternoon. Says it might take a full 15 minutes before his tank is completely emptied.”

Then he walked away. I started to cry. I didn’t deserve to feel his ass sweat on my face. I should be thankful they let me enjoy their farts.

As the Omega, I had to learn to appreciate their gas as if, at the back of the pack, the wind would always blow their ass stink toward me.

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GOD it is so refreshing to see some of us still writing stories in a non-con fashion I feel like all the stories I'm reading anymore are these mushy gushy bromance bullshit. it should come to no surprise however as this man is the GOAT of all eprocto fetish smut. <3

bootybest

Cole’s Cavern

You were walking down the hall, on your way out of school when Cole stops you in the hallway. He was a popular dude in the wrestling team who won almost every match.

“I’ll give you $20 if you beat me in a match” He says cockily. “What if I lose?” You reply. “Then you lose. You don’t owe me a dime.” He winks at you and it’s hard not to accept his offer. You needed some money and worst case scenario you lose a wrestling match.

You follow Cole into the school’s gym and set down your backpack. You walk over to the wrestling mat setup in the middle and start to stretch

Cole is on the other side, already in position to start. You finish your stretches and also get into position. It’s a little awkward since Cole’s wearing his singlet while you’re just in some casual clothes

“Ready?” He asks you. You nod your head and he starts to count down.

Go!

Cole runs at you and immediately pushes you to the ground. He smiles as he holds you down for a couple seconds, then declares his victory. You couldn’t even put up a fight, he’s much stronger and faster than you.

“Alright, time for your side of the bet.” He starts to chuckle as he rearranges so that he’s stomach down kn the mat, and grabs your head with his thighs. You’re confused and try to escape, but he has you tight

“And for the fun part.” He laugh as he starts to unzip his singlet, revealing his nasty, sweaty butt. You try even harder to escape, but it’s useless.

Cole starts to lower your head into his crack slowly. The smell starts to hit you and you gag slightly. Cole just chuckles as your face gets closer and closer. Soon, the tip of your nose is touching his cheeks

Suddenly, he slams your face deep into his ass and laughs as he twists his hips left to right, sinking your nose even deeper. “How’s it smell? But it’s great since I haven’t showered since the last tournament.” You start to cough at his raw smell alone

“Just wait little dude, it’s gonna get a whole lot worse.” He chuckles and you can heart his stomach start to rumble. He twists your head as deep as it can go into his ass, and then-

BRRRRRRPPPPPPOO

He sighs in relief as he crushes your head with his legs. The smell is absolutely horrible and you immediately start to gag. You push back against him, but his legs hold you in place. It starts to get hotter in his crack “Oh no buddy, you’re not leaving here for a while.”

FFFFRRRRRTTTTT

Another fart hits you straight in the face. You feel your eyes start to water and you don’t know how much longer you can last. You start to claw at his chest, but he uses his hands to hold your arms down. “Double trouble for trying to escape bro.”

BBBBBRRRRRTTTTT

FFFRRRRRRPPPP

You start to get light headed from the fumes, and your mind starts racing. You try to figure a way out, but get distracted when a smell starts to hit your nose. It’s worse than anything from today and you realize he’s releasing a long SBD up your nose. You struggle to keep your eyes open until- “Lick my hole or it’s gonna get a lot worse” You’re shocked by his words and refuse. “You asked for it bro.”

BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTPPPPPPPP

A powerful fart vibrates the tip of your nose, and you think it lasts 20 seconds. You refuse to stick your tongue out and he starts to countdown. “Come on bro, you’re not gonna like what’s next if you don’t. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1… Alright man, your funeral.”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT

A minute long fart comes from his ass and straight into your nose. You start to pass out halfway through but he continues. He keeps you in his cavern for a couple minutes, letting go of his gas. He groans and uses his hands to shake your head in his ass. He sighs as he stands up and takes off his singlet, stuffing it in your mouth. He chuckles as he takes a picture on your phone. He leaves you a text

“Meet me here every Friday until you win a match. Or else..”

You dread going to school for the rest of the year

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dirtybrownhunter

Hop on boy. I got something I am going to show you. Well, actually more than just show you.

No reason to lie. I am going to fuck your ass. Yeah, you heard me right. It has been way too long since my cock has been inside a tight little hole. And since yours is the only one handy here, it is volunteering for it.

I get it. You aren't a fag. A homo. Neither am I boy. Think of being out here as like being in prison. All this time and no real pussy. So we make do. I actually enjoy being the first guy to break in a new cunt. You will get used to it. They all do. Most anyway.

Sure, you can make a run for it. I can chase you a bit. It is fucking miles to get somewhere safe. You decide if it is worth the effort. It is gonna happen either way kid.

Let me tell you about little Jimmy. He was in your exact situation. He just didn't want to get fucked for some reason. So he ran. Fuck that was fun. When I finally tired him out he just accepted my cock into his ass. Like he had a choice. It got me so boned up I screwed two loads of my sweet baby batter into his hole. Butch little redneck was crying hard all the time I fucked him. Damn, but that just makes me harder. Wanna try it? He ain't around anymore. Which is bad news for your ass.

I also got to let you know that my cock is big. Not bragging. Just fact. You will find out. Many guys think it won't fit into their assholes. Trust me. It does. Eventually. I got all the time in the world when I am determined to get my rocks off. It will hurt if you aren't already a fag used to taking dick. Not exactly a problem for me. Now you are gonna be walking funny for a bit. My advice is to not let the guys see that or they will know what happened to you.

Yeah, you can complain to the boss man. But that won't do you any good. See, he enjoys taking his turn inside one of the new guys like you. Don't say anything but I think he is full-time homo. No judgement. But he never seems to be around any real pussy that I know of. Once I report back that your ass is no longer virgin, you will be getting acquainted with his cock. All the time most likely. He likes fucking rough and often. So I want to get to your ass before he ruins it if you know what I mean. Little Jimmy was a prime example of that. Shit. One wrecked little cunt on that one.

The other men out here can get horny. You will probably be bending over plenty out here. Even guys that are 100% straight need some relief. Like prison, remember? And don't expect any condoms. What's the fun of using those when we can all release our sperm deep up a cunt that will never get knocked up. One of the benefits.

Naw, I don't get fucked by the guys. Never gonna happen. That would make me the faggot, right. Once a guy allows a man to fuck his ass, that turns em queer. I do plant seed in a few of em. And the boss doesn't turn down a sweet load up his hole now and then. No judgement. He is one hot masculine fucker as you already know. Not that I care about that not being a fag myself.

Get on boy. I got a special place that I like to use when I initiate a new guy. You will remember it well. The place where you willingly spread your ass open for me to abuse. Shit. You look like you are about ready to cry knowing what is in store for you. Sweet.

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Fraternity Fartboy, Ch.3

Jacob's first day of his new job, the first day in hell

...

Day One was long, busy, and hellish.

As Tristan had explained, Fartboy was ordered to spend his classes in the far back corner of the lecture halls, where an AKO brother would sit with his ass sticking out to relieve themselves of gas.

The brother in his Monday morning psych 101 class, Harley, was a burly guy with messy brown hair, a beard, and furry arms. He had on an old dirty beer crawl T Shirt, and old basketball shorts. Before class he warned Jacob that he usually loads up on dorm cafeteria breakfasts.

“The eggs, bacon, and oatmeal really do a number on my guts,” he smirked, “That gas really reeks. Gnarly. You don’t have to smell them if you don’t want to,”

Jacob was ready to say thanks and get away from that awful sounding ass, but Fartboy was in full control; “Don’t worry about me sir, fart sniffing is my job. Sniffing farts is my favorite thing to do, and I want to please the frat”

“That’s what we like to hear.”

So Jacob was forced to spend the lecture with his face buried deep into Harley’s ass. His basketball shorts were doing nothing to hold off the stench. Fartboy breathed through his nose slowly, forcing Jacob to spend the agonizing 75 minute lecture by savoring the stink coming out of Harley’s backside.

Worse were the farts, of course. Letting them out slowly and quietly, Jacob felt the pants get hot and his face become uncomfortably moist. A revolting stink took over, like old eggs in old pig grease. Jacob’s eyes burned, but Fartboy was smiling and drawing in slow sniffs. Jacob was enraged; not only did he have to smell it, but his alter ego was really taking his time with each fart.

Inside Fartboy’s head, Jacob was screaming. He couldn’t take notes. He couldn’t focus on what the professor was saying, he was so far away. And Fartboy always made sure all of his attention was given to the ass in front of him.

Once the stink was gone (or at least, brought back to ‘minimum’ levels of stink that always came off Harley’s asshole), Jacob finally got fresh air as Fartboy moved over to start his dozens of kisses of gratitude. Jacob didn’t even care at the humiliating act, he was just glad to be out of that ass.

When class was over, Harley and Jacob snuck out of the room. “How were those?”

“Absolutely disgusting.” Jacob said with sincerity, but Fartboy was still smiling, “Thanks again. Can’t wait for Thursday’s class”

Jacob walked toward his next class, sick to his stomach. Awaiting him was Griffin, a dumb football player with a thick ass that stretched his basketball shorts out. He’d texted Jacob the day before, “Hey Fartboy, usually i shower in the mornings but since you’re in my 11am lecture, I’ll wait till afterward. I don’t want you to be bored with a clean butt when you could explore the smells of my unwashed crack :D study my ass harder than the class”

And Fartboy’s fingers typed on Jacob’s phone to reply “Can’t wait, sir! I love your farts so much!!”

All of Fartboy’s texts were saved and shared on a secret frat discord server. As were over-the-shoulder selfies of Fartboy at work.

Griffin was taking such a selfie in their 11am lecture. He held the phone over his shoulders, and Fartboy stared right back up into his own eyes. Griffin was bold enough to pull his shorts down, mooning Jacob with pale smooth cheeks. Because he was told to ‘explore the smells’, Fartboy had grabbed onto Griffin’s thick cheeks and spread them, getting Jacob’s neck at an angle to a painful degree, trying to line his nostrils up right over his smooth pink hole. The angle was awkward and started to give Jacob a headache, but it did make the stink stronger so Fartboy didn’t relieve Jacob of this painful position. Jacob started to cry, and Fartboy started sniffing.

Thankfully, Griffin only farted three times during class. Each one made his eyes stream more tears, and his nose turned into a bloodhound’s making sure to sniff them all in. Even though they were less painful than Harley’s, and less frequent, still this was another class that Jacob missed. At this rate, he would fail the semester and have to start over. His heart raced with anxiety; the frat wouldn’t do that to a pledge, would they? But then he thought, they’ve already done this evil hypnosis, they know I know this is all fake, yet they were more than happy to force me into ruining my college career, just so they could taunt me like immature older brothers.

Next class of the day, 1pm lecture…oh no. Jacob got a text from Diego, the senior brother he was assigned to for this class. “Hey Fartboy, I am seeing my girlfriend this afternoon but I don’t have time to shower. Can you use your tongue to ‘freshen’ up back there? Give my ass a spa treatment.”

No. no, fuck no, Fartboy’s thumbs raced, “Yes sir right away sir!”

Fartboy took over and made Jacob sprint to class.

For the next 75 minutes, Fartboy gave Diego’s ass the full spa treatment.

First, Fartboy pampered him with kisses. Jacob grimaced at feeling all of the ass hairs scratch at his lips. He reeked as if he’d never showered. Jacob’s lips were forced into the forest of black hair around Diego’s dark asshole. He gagged, but Fartboy kept going. Afterward, he started giving a full-ass massage, using his nose and lips against his hairy cheeks, and kneading them with his fingers. Diego was smirking, holding his phone over his shoulder to record it for the chat. Jacob would have been ashamed if he knew he was being filmed, but Fartboy had pulled him in to massage Diego’s asshole with his nose. He pressed in deep and was roughly grinding his face into his ass crack, while his hands worked on his cheeks. The stink, the pressure, the heat, it was all making Jacob feel faint. Forced to be conscious through this hell.

When it was finally time to lick him clean, and Jacob couldn’t help but count each ass hair that got caught into his mouth, Diego decided it was time to let out his gas. He waited for Jacob’s tongue to reach his hole before letting an SDB seep out.

Jacob gagged violently, but Fartboy locked lips with Diego’s hole and sucked it down, forcing Jacob to taste every moment. His hands kept rubbing his cheeks, slowly working and massaging his ass muscles, while his lips worked on his hole.

Finally, class was over. Jacob was in a daze, shivering in disgust and exhaustion. Diego pulled his shorts up and looked down at the pledge,

“Feels squeaky clean down there, Fartboy. Great Job! And your face was the perfect massage wand. I think I’d like every class this semester to be a spa day for my ass.”

Before Jacob could let the horror of those words sink in, the horror of having to do that three times a week for 75 minutes each…Fartboy chirped up “That would be my pleasure, sir! I’m sorry I let you fart into my mouth instead of my nose where it belongs. I will deduct those from my points today.”

“You know I liked using your mouth instead. Loved feeling you squirm. Since you don’t mind missing out on points here and there, I’ll make sure to save my farts for your mouth only”

“Thank you sir. Your gas was the most vile thing I’ve tasted. But for the frat, I look forward to tasting the next one”

Diego cackled a boyish cruel laugh. Jacob felt shame and disgust brewing inside him, but Fartboy smiled like an idiot. Diego said, “I fucking love you man.

So none of those points counted. He’d spent the full lecture gagging on Diego’s evil ass gas, only to add no points to his total. He’ll never be free from Fartboy.

…

In between classes, Jacob tried to avoid running into frat brothers across campus. He learned the mistake the hard way when, on day one, he cut across the quad to get to one of the few real classes he had on the other side…except a group of brothers was coming his way. The tallest one in the middle with the shaven black hair and gaunt face was Vinnie Russo. He locked eyes with Jacob and headed in his direction.

I can’t pretend not to see him.

“Well happy Monday, Fartboy.”

“Happy Monday, Sir.”

“Who was your last class with?”

“Diego Sanchez, Sir.”

“Hah! Dirty Sanchez!” the group started to laugh, “Fuck man I can’t imagine surviving a single minute near his rank skunk ass. And his mind’s just as filthy. Tell us in detail what he had you do for him.”

So Fartboy took over, and with pride he explained how he gave Diego’s ass a ‘spa day’, how he used his nose to massage his hole, how he spent a long time tongue scrubbing it clean, and how Diego had farted into his mouth. Jacob’s face would have been burning with shame at admitting, not only that these things happened to him, but with enthusiasm like he loved every second of it! They all cackled with cruel faces, enjoying how disgustingly evil it all was.

“Well sounds like you had a rough afternoon.”

“Yes sir, I'm exhausted.” Jacob admitted. Maybe these guys would be merciful to him.

“I don’t have anything to offer right now, but maybe you could still show gratitude. On your knees.”

Fartboy did as commanded. Jacob worried that other students were watching!

Vinnie walked up to him and turned around. His ass was snug in his blue jeans. “Give my shithole a smooch. And then, keep your lips glued there.”

Fartboy obeyed. Jacob’s lips yanked him forward and he planted a fat kiss right on the seat of Vinnie’s jeans. As instructed, the lips stayed there. No matter how much Jacob tried to nudge, his body was determined to keep his lips against the older brother’s asshole.

The others were laughing at the sight. The pledge kissing the brother’s ass, just as nature intended. They stood around joking and chatting for a few minutes, while Jacob was becoming more aware of how much time was passing. He was late for class. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be in class. He was skipping the only class he could hope to do well in, so he could keep his lips locked with a guy’s asshole?!

The heat of his breath made the fabric moist. As always, Fartboy savored the stink with deliberate sniffs.

He heard others laughing, girls and guys. Other students who know nothing about the frat, who see a freshman hyper focused on kissing a frat bro’s ass. Typical hazing. Hell week. Laugh and move on. Jacob wanted to cry. He would never make friends at this school. If Fartboy is in so much control, he’ll be a laughingstock.

Then Jacob felt someone lean up on the side of his head,

PRTPRTPRPPPPP

Someone farted into his left ear. That got the other guys hooting with laughter. Fartboy didn’t move from his spot, but since his nose was exposed more, he could smell the fart well. It wouldn’t count to his total points for the day, of course, but even so he took in a deep sniff. Jacob felt like a raging monkey in a cage.

They took turns ripping farts on either side of his head. He drunk them into his nose, knowing that he wouldn’t count them to the score, forcing Jacob to appreciate every horrible flavor, from the ass sweat humid from his jeans seeping into his lips, to the constant farts that he sucked in second by second.

“Wow it’s been 45 minutes. I’m tired of this. Ok Fartboy you win.”

Like magic, Jacob’s lips were detached from Vinnie’s pants. His ass sweat caked onto his lips and had sunk onto his tongue. “Thank you, sir.”

“As a prize…uh…who thinks they haven’t showered the longest here?”

“Gotta be me,” a tall brother with a beer gut raised his arm, “Didn’t feel like it since Thursday night.”

“Wow that’s vintage 5 day aged ass crack, Fartboy, your prize is to sniff my buddy Paul here on his asshole and really really take in the aroma, like a fine wine.”

Paul turned around and pulled his jeans down.

Oh no, fuck,

Fartboy didn’t ever give Jacob a chance to react, mentally, to what was about to happen to him. Paul’s fallen jeans revealed large chubby ass cheeks coated in bear like brown hair. His hands clasped at his cheeks and spread them open to show even thicker hair sinking into the crack. And immediately, Fartboy yanked Jacob forward, forcing him to crawl toward this fat hairy beast of an ass, and shove his nose deep into the ass trench.

Jacob couldn’t hear or think about the disgusted groans from the guys, and their shocked hyena cackles. And he still hadn’t known that this was all on discord. But in that moment, the mindnumbingly painful stench of old shit was forced to be enjoyed by his nose. He wanted to vomit. Fartboy sniffed slowly to take in the aromas, enough that it forced Jacob to think about the different aspects of the way Paul’s asshole stunk, and to compare it to the other asses he’s smelled. Jacob’s nightmare was never ending; he was being forced to turn the smell over and over in his head, as if trying to memorize it,

He had been forced to put all of his attention on the way Paul’s asshole smelled, he didn’t realize class was being let out and students were laughing at him, horrified and squealing. He had no idea they were taking pictures of him and posting them online.

Ever since, Jacob has avoided the quad.

…

As he entered the library doors, Jacob’s phone started blowing up with requests. Fartboy got to work.

A brother by the name of Kyle Brower texted him an awful message:

‘Hey Fartboy. I’m on the third floor, far north corner. No one else around. Had a bacon cheeseburger for lunch. Not sitting well. Don’t talk to me because I’m working. I’ll have my ass out, come and do your job.’

Jacob clenched his teeth. After being smothered by Amad’s rancid ass, the last thing he wanted to do was learn how cheeseburgers affected Kyle’s bowels. He watched Fartboy bring him down the hall and up the stairs, grinning in anticipation.

The third floor was quiet, and Jacob was surprised to find all the desks empty. Kyle was the only person on the floor. He had a buzz cut, and matching short stubble around his jawline. He had a grey shirt with a list of bars from a previous bar crawl. He was in black basket ball shorts, and he had positioned his ass so that it was hanging out the back hole of the chair, between the back rest and the seat. He had headphones on and looked intently at his homework. He glanced at Jacob for a moment, then looked back down at his work.

Fartboy made Jacob focus on his ass buldging out from the chair as he dropped to his knees and crawled across the old filthy library carpet. Jacob was afraid someone on the floor would see, but that hasn’t stopped Fartboy before. Jacob was terrified of another ‘viral’ moment.

In that moment, a horror hit Jacob’s heart…the parties. Oh god, they’re going to make me do this shit in front of girls…

Fartboy ignored Jacob’s thoughts, and forced him to bring his nose up to the seat of his black shorts. Fartboy made Jacob think about how Kyle’s asshole smell was unique compared to the other brothers. Jacob hated that his thoughts were filled with memories of the worst smells he’d ever taken in, some of the most humiliating and revolting experiences he’s had, and the hypnosis was forcing him to memorize every detail and solidify it in his memory forever.

Just as Jacob was fully realizing how this hypnosis was causing permanent changes in his mind, Fartboy nuzzled in deep to do his job.

Nothing could prepare Jacob for just how awful this would be.

Immediately, his shorts went hot with the worst silent but deadly fart Jacob had ever smelled in his life. Just hours after the last ‘worst’ thing he’d ever smelled. Jacob started gagging, but Fartboy was stronger. His hands clutched at Kyle’s hips, and Jacob’s face was shoved deeper into Kyle’s crack, muffling his gagging sounds. Fartboy kept taking in sniffs when he had a chance, making Jacob’s nausea worse.

Then another came out. Again the heat covering Jacob’s face and coating it in its rotten stink, which Fartboy soaked in like a calming facial. The gagging had subsided, Fartboy was in full control, now putting his hands up on Kyle’s cheeks, he made sure Jacob savored every moment.

Then another came out.

Ten minutes. Jacob spent ten minutes with his face buried up Kyle’s cheeks, screaming into his ass while a neverending stream of cheeseburger fart tearing up his nostrils. His eyes were burning with tears.

But Fartboy had pulled a wide smile, and he whispered “Thank you sir, those were absolutely disgusting.” As if rubbing it in, he made Jacob kiss Kyle’s ass. Again, and again. Fartboy was kissing each cheek all over, He was getting more frantic and giggling to himself.

Kyle held his phone over his shoulder, in a snapchat selfie video, he raised a brow at the sight of Jacob’s obsessive kissing.

“Fartboy’s having a moment,” he muttered with a smirk.

Fartboy saved the last kiss for the asshole, the same hole that had just let out the most vile grease bomb up Jacob’s nose. Then he smiled lovingly at Kyle’s ass and whispered, “thank you, sir. Those were the worst I’ve smelled today.”

Jacob was finally freed, and crawled up to walk away. The entire time, Kyle didn’t acknowledge him once, except to film him. He kept his head down and was working. Jacob felt empty, that this guy didn’t think of me as a pledge and would be brother, but like he’d used some service app to order his farts to be vacuumed out. As if Jacob hadn’t been forced to suck down the worst stink of his life…

Maybe, Jacob thought as he returned to his seat, maybe I can get enough homework done that missing classes won’t be as bad…” the memories of Kyle’s ass, and the asses of the other boys he’d serviced that day, were dancing around his nose. Jacob couldn’t concentrate; the homework and studying was boring and too difficult without being present in class, and Fart Boy was reliving some of the most foul moments of the day.

Jacob felt sick to his stomach,

Soon, Kyle texted back. ‘on a scale of 1-10, how rancid were they?’

Jacob was honest, ‘10.”

He replied “sorry to hear. I usually get gassy like this for hours. I’ll let you know when I have more. Don’t get too comfy”

Jacob’s head collapsed into his arms. But he felt his heart race as Fart Boy’s excitement shot back up. Now his mind was replaying the cheeseburger farts, and Jacob was feeling of longing,

“No,” he whispered in horror.

But he could feel, not Fartboy, but himself desire to bring his nose to Kyle’s asshole again.

He was at the library from 5-9pm. In those four hours, Kyle called him back eight more times. Each time what used to be dreading the steps up to the third floor turned into taking two steps at a time.. Always seeing his ass hanging out, knowing it was about to let out the worst stink, and knowing that he would need to keep his nose in it for several minutes. And he had to thank him each time.

He was disgusted while feeling an odd sensation, like realizing that an intense craving is about to be satisfied.

Jacob performed his service for Kyle, as well as about a dozen other brothers scattered about the library. Not all of them needed to fart, thank god; a few wanted a chance to welcome the pledge and ask about his first week (only one week!). They liked hearing Jacob detail what it was like to be Fartboy.

Of course they still made him humiliate himself.

Gabe was a preppy boy with his brown hair in a perm, and round glasses. He seemed more sincerely friendly than the others, asking Jacob about his major and how he likes college life so far (Fartboy made him answer “I wish I could major in farts. And college has been great! I love servicing your asses”)

“Sounds…unbearable.” he smiled, “I’m not a gassy man really. But you should at least kiss my ass. Always respect your brothers.”

“Yes sir!” And Jacob performed another typical ass kissing exercise against dark khakis.

When Jacob answered Brady’s call, he found him another larger, bulky guys with a bit of a dullard face. How terrible would his gas be? But he wasn’t gassy either, he told Jacob

“Give me a deep blowjob. Don’t stop sucking till I’m soft.”

Jacob was shocked. Was this going to be common?? Fartboy took on this new roll. He crawled under Brady’s desk table in this quiet corner of the library, and pulled his shorts down to show a rising pink cock over pale blond pubes. He took his cock in all at once, breathing in through his nose the pube and ball sweat that lingered from his underwear. He gagged a few times, making Brady harder. He could feel the top of his head squish into Brady’s belly fat with every pump.

As ordered, Fartboy kept sucking even after he shot thick ropes of cum down Jacob’s throat. He’d slowed down and was now breathing heavy, gently sucking on the softening cock. Brady lazily stroked Jacob’s hair, “Good job, Fartboy. I promise, tomorrow morning, I’ll rip a monster for you.”

“Thank you sir,” Brady’s cock slipped out of Jacob’s mouth.

The next guy Jacob visited was Emilio, and he sat a table by himself. He was tall, hot, and rugged with black hair, a beard, and darker skin. Jacob couldn’t tell if he were Latin or Mediterranean,

“Hey there ‘Fartboy’,” he smirked, “I don’t have to fart, but I could burp on you if you’d like?”

“Yes sir that is generous of you,” Fartboy leaned in, and Jacob felt Emilio’s hand grab the back of his neck as he pulled his face toward Jacob’s face, with an open mouth right over his nose like he was going to bite it, Emilio let out an obnoxious burp.

Farboy sucked it in, forcing Jacob to wonder what he’d had for dinner.

…

Free at last. Jacob lay awake in his ‘bedroom’. After he left the library, he spent the rest of the evening hidden away in the frathouse basement. Loud music was playing overhead, and several guys kept coming to visit him and stick their asses into the ‘fart door’, but at last it seemed they were going to sleep. Day one down…six more days for thai week, then fifteen more weeks to go.

The more he thought about the boys at the library, the more concerned he felt. He wasn’t as humiliated by Gabe, and kissing his ass felt like a nice thing to do after he’d been kind to him. Emilio also seemed friendly, and his burp didn’t stink as bad as he thought it would. If anything it made him curious for more.

And most shocking was Brady…Jacob always thought of himself as straight. But he hadn’t really thought about girls since the hypnosis. Now, he was imagining Brady’s cock thrusting into his throat, and feeling him cum again and again…

It didn’t stop at just Brady, though. He thought back to Paul, the linebacker with the furry ass, and how badly it stank. He thought about Griffin’s smooth, beautiful ass. He thought about kissing Vinnie’s jeans…

“No,” Jacob’s eyes were wide open in horror, because his own dick was getting hard. His hand found it, and started to play with it, while Jacob fell into a trance thinking about each asshole he’d kissed, each fart he’d sniffed…

“No, no, no,” the details were getting stronger, as if he were experiencing them again, and his dick was harder than he’d ever felt it before. Each fart was uniquely remembered, its sound and the way it stank, and he could picture each ass perfectly, down to the last freckle or hair.

Jacob cried out in aggravation. The hypnosis had seeped all the way down into his sexuality…

So when his memories played back Harley’s breakfast farts, those horrible chili dog and beer farts from the nameless Texan, and then Diego’s deep ass massage, his eyes were full of tears. It was too disgusting, imagining with perfect recollection of frat brothers farting on his tongue. And yet he stuck his tongue straight up, as if pushing up one of their assholes.

“Please, sir,” Jacob whispered to himself, “Fart in my mouth,”

His memory sunk deep into the flavors and smells that came from Diego’s putrid asshole, and Jacob’s dick was overflowing. He shot out over his face, chest, belly…he was so fixated on Diego’s hole that he didn’t realize he’d came. His hand fell from his dick, but his orgasm didn’t stop. After his cock went soft, he was still laying there feeling his orgasm linger, mixing intimately with the smells of Diego’s farts, and how his hole twitched and clenched on his tongue, and that dozens of dozens of other frat brothers were only just getting started…

“Fuck” he sighed again. This was only day one. He could be getting all the blowjobs he ever wanted. Instead, he was being conditioned to get off on their farts. What if he couldn’t go back to normal?!

His phone buzzed. A text from Paul, “We’re famous!” and a link to a reddit page. He opened the link, and then his eyes widened in shock. On a subreddit dedicated to Fraternity life, a picture of him with his face ears deep in Paul’s furry ass had reached the top of the page with thousands and thousands of karma points. It was awarded “Best hazing of Hell Week!”. In the picture, Vinnie, Paul, and the other brothers had their thumbs up, some flashing AKO signs.

“This year’s Fartboy, Jacob Smallen, is taking his job more seriously than the other pledges. We think he’s a keeper.”

Jacob dropped his phone and stared up at the ceiling of the basement closet. Five more days till the weekend. Then fifteen more weeks to go…

bigandhuskyfellows

Executive Suite

fartcushion

We used to be equals, practically started at the company on the same day. We'd been competitive but ina friendly way. That was until he caught me sniffing his chair while he nipped to the toilet.

He'd had a particularly gassy morning, taking great joy in making me suffer his ass bombs confined in our small office. He didn't know about my fetish, so this was a rare treat for me. Finally he announced he must need a shit and went to the toilet. Not for the first time I ran to his chair and knelt down with my face on the seat, sniffing the foul remnants of his farts. Unfortunately he'd forgotten his phone and had come back, finding me snuffling his stench like a little piggy.

Years later and things have really changed. Now he's my boss. We'd come to an agreement, I made sure that he got all the best contracts to work with, and quickly he was turning heads at the company. Of course it was all my work, that I'd do after finishing my lesser contracts. In return he promised to not tell anyone my secret, and promised that when he was running things he'd create a role just for me.

Man of his word, on day one of his promotion he informed of my new responsibilities; I was to be his office fart filter. Sit in the corner and wait for his to summon me, plant my face in his ass and inhale his gas.

Today he has a big meeting with a new client, and decided to have a large breakfast, so needs me to make sure his tank is empty and there's no smell left on him before he heads out.

soon2bnuked-deactivated20260319

competitivemen

During your last year of university, you arranged to live in a house share with a friend of a friend that you didn't really know that well but who your friend had vouched for as a good, open-minded guy. You'd thought that meant that your friend would have given your new roommate the lowdown on who you were as a person before you moved in, but it turned out they'd done nothing of the sort, as it was only after you'd both moved in that your new roommate found out you were an out and proud gay man.

Luckily he didn't have a negative reaction; if anything, he seemed overly enthusiastic about getting to share a house with you, with him going on and on about how he'd apparently always wanted to try living with a queer but he'd not known how to go about setting it up. You weren't sure what he'd meant by that exactly, but not wanting to rock the boat after he'd taken the unexpected revelation so well, you'd simply smiled back and half-jokingly said that as it was getting late, you'd give him a crash course on living with a queer once you'd had some sleep.

Upon hearing that, he'd beamed a smile at you and said he understood and that he'd see you first thing tomorrow to get started. He'd then marched himself off to bed, seemingly keen on tomorrow coming as quickly as possible. Confused but too tired to give it much thought, you went straight to bed yourself, with your last thoughts before you fell asleep being about what your new roommate could possibly want from you first thing in the morning.

You found out how literal he meant first thing tomorrow when you woke up to find your roommate standing by your bed, right by your head. As soon as he saw that you were awake, he wasted no time in pulling down his pants to reveal his already hard cock. "Morning, roomie! Sorry for sneaking in, but I just couldn't wait anymore. I've been reading online all about how good gay guys are at giving head and how willing they are to take any cock all night, and I'm about to bust! So you best get started before I make a mess all over your bed." He'd said with a grin while giving his hard cock a flick with his hand, causing it to wobble back and forth right in front of your face.

If he weren't dangling his thick meat right in front of your face and you weren't able to smell the thick, pungent musk coming from it, perhaps you would have had enough self-control to reject him. To correct him on his ignorance and politely but firmly tell him that you weren't some slut who'd just suck off any random straight guy who showed you his cock just because you were a gay man. And that even if you had that type of guy, you were actually in a serious long-term exclusive relationship with a loving partner whom you wouldn't just cheat on at the drop of a hat.

In actual fact, however, you didn't even give your partner a second thought. As soon as you saw and smelled the thick meat in front of you, all you could do was open up your drooling mouth wide enough to let your roommate feed his member into it. True to his word, your roommate didn't last long, with him filling your mouth with his load in no time at all as he roared about how good it felt wrapped around him.

The quick release didn't bother you much, not when he suggested that you and he could spend the day in the house together getting to know each other. You lost count of the number of loads you got out of him that day. You at least found out the soundproofing was very good, as surely the neighbors would have complained about how loudly your roommate was moaning about how your mouth was the best he'd ever had and that he should have moved in with a queer ages ago.

After that first day, you and your roommate didn't spend every day in your house share alone; after all, you both had lectures to attend, and your partner might have gotten suspicious if you never went to see him. But every morning your roommate still greeted you with a hard cock in front of your face, and every morning you drained his morning load. It was only on certain days when you were both free and you'd given some lame excuse to your boyfriend about why you couldn't meet up that your roommate used your holes for hours on end until he was fully spent and you were full of his loads.

humiliatemeplesse

It didn't take very long for your new Boss to figure out that you're a faggot. About 2 weeks after you started work there, he told you to meet him at a certain address after work on a Friday. You went to the building and someone buzzed you in. You had to go downstairs and the apartment number was on a door in the basement. There were no other apartments down there. You knocked and the door opened and there was your Boss. He said get in. He told you he had set up this apartment for you to work from remotely. You'd still do all the same things you did at the office but you'd always be doing them from there. It was small, like a small studio, with only a bathroom and a tiny kitchen with a counter and a microwave. He told you that you were not going to get out of there, ever. He said that now you were his total slave both in and out of work. Then he knocked you down on the little couch that barely fit in the studio and kicked off his dress shoes and stuck his long over the calf gold toe dress socks in your face and made you sniff and kiss them and worship them and thank you for taking over your pathetic faggot life. He said he would come and visit you once a week and bring you some food. And when he did that you'd spend a few sniffing and worshiping his sweaty smelly soft sweet while he took care of some business or just scrolled through his phone. After a few hours he finally took his sweaty stinking over the calf gold toes off of your face and put on his shoes and said later faggot. He walked out the door and you could hear three keys lock it. And there was only one lock that you could see on the inside. You realized that you had no way out. You saw up at the top of one wall there I've been a little tiny window that must have looked out onto the sidewalk. But it was exactly the size of a cinder block and that's what had been cemented in there. You started to cry knowing that you'd spend the rest of your life in this little basement hole only seeing a human being once a week and being humiliated and degraded with you as your Boss' sock slave for his sadistic fun. This was the rest of your life now.

humiliatemeplesse

You played baseball in the summer league in your town. All the guys knew that you were gay and some were okay with it, some weren't, and some hated you because of it. But they tolerated you because you were a really good player. Brad, who you thought was okay with it, invited you over to his place after a game. You went down into the basement and he brought a couple of beers down and turned on some music. Then he kicked off his cleats and he said you stupid faggot. We only let you stay on the team because you're a good player. But if we had our way we'd stomp you to death in our cleats and our sweaty stinking socked feet because that's what you deserve, homo. Now hand me my beer and get down on the floor so I can step all over your face and make it stink like my sweaty long baseball socks. I think we'll make this a regular thing for the season, give you a little bruising with them too. It'd be fun to step on your face full weight, your neck too and choke you with them. It's going to be funny to see how you explain all these sweaty sock bruises all over your face and neck to the other guys. LOL Yeah it's going to be a great season!

9092516

randomdude700

Is this where them others brung ya? Yeah? You give em blow jobs? You let them butt fuck you? Yeah, Boss said so, said you’d do other stuff too. That right? Boss said we could get nasty with you. Said we could get rough. So you are one fucking nasty little boy whore, huh? Boss told me to try it, said I’d thank him later. Well come on and get my dick in your mouth. Boss says I’m the last one so I can go overtime if I want. Before you get my piss though, and son you’re gonna be gulping a belly full, you need to clean my hood out. Shit, I been smelling it all day myself, so it’s gotta be really rank. I hope you like cheese baby. Not that I care. When you’re done with that I’m gonna pound a fat wad down your neck to top off all that good, hot piss. I think that’s what you need boy, and so I’m gonna give it to you. Hard to believe Boss pays you twenty bucks an hour for this. I bet you’d do it for free.

maturebeefformick

randomdude700

“You know you’re getting fucked before we take off, right? I’m going to slam my tall boy up into your cunt, and you’re gonna scream like you faggots always do the first time, and then I’m gonna breed you deep as I can drive till I’m blowing my wad straight up into your guts. I want you to understand what’s coming, I want you feeling it. There’s a towel in the truck for you to sit on. Your little pussy probably be leaking cum the whole way up there. I want you naked. Once we get on the highway put my dick in your mouth and keep it there until we get to the cabin. When your old man and them others come over stay on your knees and keep sucking. I want them seeing what I did to that cunt before the weekend even got started.

7kbuttcheeks2

A New Life Ch.1

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?”

“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?”

“No, go for it,”

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.

PRRRRT

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.

“I still wouldn’t mind.”

“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

Prrrrprrrrt

Another fart. After a few seconds, “Ah yeah that stinks. Smell it?”

The redhead took a sniff, “Yeah that’s bad.”

“But you don’t mind?”

“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,”

‘Get on your knees.”

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,

PRRRRT

“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,

PRRRRPRRPRPRPRPRPTTTT

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.

“How does it smell?”

“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.

PRTPRTPRTPRTRPPRTPRTP

Danny passed out.

….. ….. ….. ….. …..

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

PTRPTRPRRPRRRRR

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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My Uncle called for me to come on in there. He’s lightin a smoke, scratching his nuts and giving me a smug smile. I knew what was happening. He said, “Come on, I gotta piss like a mule.” I kneeled down, opened my mouth and looked up at him. He laid his hefty dick head on my tongue and told me to close my mouth. There was a quick blast of it and then it became just that good long morning piss a man really enjoys. I’d started drinking straight off. I had my hands on his thighs to steady myself and I gulped it all down and he watched me the whole time. “Your Dad told me how much you like that. Called you a piss whore. Are you a piss whore boy?” I looked down and nodded. He told me to keep nursing on his fat knob. I looked up again and he said, “Feel me swelling up? Just stretch your lips wider. Good. Now what I’m gonna do is sit here and take a good, long morning shit. What you’re gonna do is slow suck my dick until I rope some nut into your little cocksucking mouth, and then you’re going to swallow. And then we’re finished. Except for one more thing. Do you remember what that last thing is? Tell me, say it out loud. I did and he laughed. After I’d licked his dirty asshole clean he looked at me and said he liked what my daddy had done with me.

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MILE HIGH SUB [Part 4]

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You stay in your chair in silent shame. No one had said anything to you as you had walked the aisle back to your seat. You'd been absent for hours, but none of them knew of your ordeal, what Amir had made you endure.

With every breath you could smell him. His farts lingered on your skin and clothes, faint and stale but still with each inhalation you were reninded of his noxious scent. He had marked you as his property.

The taste on your tongue was still bitter from his piss. You longed to taste something else, but you could see that all the snacks and drinks you'd brought on board had mysteriously been taken in your absence. Undoubtedly by Amir to force you to continue enduring his 'punishment'. You glanced at a nearly empty drink in your neighbour's bag. They continued to sleep and the temptation is strong to take it. But if they were to wake, the commotion it would cause. They might call for the crew, Amir might come, he would punish you no doubt for such a liberty. You instead continue to sit in silence, with each swallow of saliva you are reminded of the recycled water that he'd forced down you.

The captain announces you're about to begin descent and that you should be arriving in 30mins. The flight attendants will make a final sweep and everyone should prepare for landing. You shudder at that but the ordeal is almost over at least!

The passenger next to you wakes up to the noise of the announcement, and groggily begins tidying up and checking their belongings. They sniff audibly and glance a look in your direction. You're sure they can smell Amir on you, it must be wafting off. You'd got more acclimatised to it, having spent hours breathing in his shit locked in the tiny toilet cubicle, and having been farted on at point blank range. But to others close it must be a strong and pungent smell still. Your face blushes with embarrassment. They leaned away.

Amir appeared at the start of the aisle in front of you. Black bag in hand he began his approach collecting rubbish from the rows in front. Your heart began to race. With each row he got closer, he never looked at you, but you couldn't look anywhere else.

Finally it was your row's turn. He was starting with those across the aisle from you, he collected their rubbish and leaned down to talk to someone. Knowing better than to look, but out of fear you turn your head and look at his big butt jutting out at you. The same trousers, that you'd seen up close with your face pressed against them, were tightly lifting and squeezing his cheeks. What had once been so alluring filled you now with nothing but shame and dread.

Almost as if aware, Amir rocked his hips from side to side his ass ever so slightly wriggling alluringly. As you gazed at it harder you suddenly felt a warmth of air blow in your face and was struck by the familiar smell. Amir had released a silent airy fart at you. He would soon be walking away leaving you, who already stunk like farts, as the person everyone would blame.

He finished his conversation and turned to collect the rubbish on your side. Your neighbour passing items along whilst keeping as far back from you as possible. Amir crouched down next to you. The person now behind him was spared his ass attacks, that was reserved for just you, his favourite victim.

"I am here for two nights before I am assigned to fly back. You will be keeping me company".

His voice was quiet and stern. He didn't want to be overheard but you were to be sure to get the message.

Staring straight ahead, not daring to make eye contact, you try to stop this. "I am here for work. I have meetings. I'm sorry I can't. I fly back in five days". You reeled off your excuses and protestations.

"You fly back in two days. You will keep me company. You will wait for me on the other side of the immigration gates, do not try and leave or collect your bag without me".

Without even waiting for a response he was off collecting rubbish behind you and went out of sight.

You sat there with tears welling in your eyes, and the lingering scent of his fart topped up on your clothes for you to keep inhaling. The plane touched down smoothly and at the first instance you unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your backpack. A space seemed to grow around you as people went to get their stuff from the overhead storage, got a whiff of you, and decided they'd prefer to wait. Ignoring the looks, whispers and points as best you could you stared straight ahead just waiting for the doors to open.

After an eternity the people in front started to move, every now and then the queue would stop as another person got their bags down. Eventually you couldn't take it any more and you started pushing and shoving your way passed them. People pushing you back and swearing or hurling insults at you as you went, some you understood others you didn't know. Your face burning and tears streaming, you just had to get out.

At the door seeing passengers alight the plane was Amir and other flight attendant you'd seen whispering to Amir. The way the second man looked at you with knowing in his eyes, you assumed it was the one you had heard Amir talking to outside the toilet door. Who'd laughed at your entrapment and torture. He smiled cruely. Amir let nothing show on his face. When you were about to step out Amirs arm shot out blocking the door. He looked down the tunnel and to an observer it would appear as if he was making a safety check, or letting the crowd disperse a bit, but in reality he was using it to warn you one final time. "Wait for me" he murmed. With that his arm dropped and he waved you off as if nothing had happened this whole flight.

You walked down the tunnel, not trying to draw attention. The moment it rounds a corner you sprint full on away from the plane, away from your captor, and towards freedom. Putting space between you does wonders for your peace of mind. You can start to think clearly again! Even the air you breathe is now clearer with the air con blowing down and ridding you of Amir's traces. Slowing down a bit to not draw the eyes of security, you head in the direction of Arrivals.

The queue is short thanks to your rush, and you could practically jump for joy when you see it's all e-gates and self declaration. You'd be through in no time, you're a pro at getting efficiently through an airport. Without trouble you make it through, following all the instructions and processes without flaw. Before you know the last check is behind you and the sign in front states in bold letters:

BAGGAGE COLLECTION ➡️

For a moment you pause. Amir told you to wait here. He instructed you to not leave and try to get your bag without him. As quick as the thought came you shake it off. Repulsed at yourself for even giving it a moment of consideration. You follow the sign... albeit at a fast pace.

Finding the conveyor belt for your flight you stand at the line waiting for the bags to start coming out. Minutes tick by and still the belt stubbornly refuses to move. You're joined by other passengers from your plane and the area becomes more crowded, some faces look at your with hostility no doubt having had you rudely push them or having had to smell you. But at last the belt moves and the first of the bags emerges through the flaps. You can feel a growing dread inside you. The exit is just through the doors and the end of the room. It's sign blazing inviting you to freedom and safety. But first you just need to collect your bag. Suitcase after suitcase go by, none your own. Claimed by others as they happily head out unaware of how lucky they should feel.

Finally, your bag comes through. Your heart racing with joy like you'd never thought possible. It snakes round to you and you step forward to grab it when a hand firmly grabs your shoulder. You're held in place as the bag rolls on by in front of you.

"I told you to wait for me...I told you not to get your bag...You were not to leave without me"

Your heart stopped. A cold wave fills your veins. Helplessly you watch your bag head off and you daren't look round. Maybe it was the little bit of freedom you'd had since leaving the plane, but a flicker of resistance flickered inside you. Still not turning you quietly answered.

"I am not going with you. Let me go or I'll shout for help. I'll make a complaint!".

It wasn't the most mature thing to say. But hell maybe the threat to his job would be enough of a persuasion.

The grip on your shoulder tightened angrily. He stepped closer so you could feel his broad chest pressed up against yours. His height casting a shadow down on you. Almost at a whisper he grumbled at you.

"You are a piece of trash tourist in my country. Worse than that you are a faggot in my country, what you are is illegal here. Look at the security. Look at their guns. They hate you as much as I do and if you were to make a commotion I'm sure they'd arrest you. Do you think a fag would survive thrown away to rot in prison here?"

The threat felt real. You looked at the guns and the men holding them, they looked gruff and angry. No time for any bullshit.

"And a complaint? You're going to tell anyone what happened. They will laugh at you. I will laugh with them when I tell the story again from my point of view. And I will go back to work like nothing happened".

His hand pulled you closer. Pulling you away from the conveyor belt as your bag having done the loop was coming back towards you.

"We're going now. Leave the bag", and he turned to the exit but looking down at you.

"Please, can I just get my bag? I promise I'll come....I just want my bag".

"I told you to wait" was all Amir said as he pushed you in the direction of the exit. Silently, and defeated, you allowed yourself to be lead away. Your bag one of the few left going round and round.

Without speaking you walked beside Amir passed the people welcoming family and the shops that lined the walls. Finally you stepped out the door into the warm evening air and headed towards the taxi rank. Standing together in silence waiting for one to arrive you had a brief consideration of running. But where would you go. You couldn't get back in the airport now to get your bag. You were alone in a country where you didn't speak the language. You were in his country.

"Don't even think about running. I own you, I am your Master until I'm done with you. We had fun on the plane. We'll have more fun in the hotel. In fact, why wait".

PPPRRRBBBBPP

The sound was so familiar to you by now and even in the open air the smell rose up to your nose. Flatly he he commanded.

"Thank me"

You hesitate for a moment before you mumble, "Thank you".

"What are you thanking me for"

"Thank you for farting...I...I love it" you figure appeasement will save you.

A shift in his tone as he sounds pleased. "Oh you do? Then why don't you come get another", and before you can stop him he's pushing you down on your knees, turning his voluptuous arse round and his hand on the back of your head lining them up.

BBBBRRRRRRPPPPP

You don't even fight it. You can't even fight it. The fart hits you full on in the face. The blast warm and foul.

"Sniff my farts, pervert. Tell me how good your Master's farts smell"

"They smell so good,". You lie. "Thank you, Master"

"Good boy, in your place down in the dirt". He rubbed your face into his ass smearing the smell over you. With each rub across his cheeks at the apex you could see a taxi draw closer and pull up in front of you. The driver said something to Amir in a language you didn't understand. Any possible hope of rescue was quickly extinguished when following a quick back and forth between him and Amir, during which you were held firmly between his ass cheeks sniffing away the remnants of his last fart, the driver started to laugh.

"Time to go" Amir said, and before letting you up he held you in place for one quick fart.

BBPPPTTT.

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