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[fartfagoutlet]

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…

[jay-andom-writing]

Bully's Rules - Part 1: Play Ball

(Image by tejas_renegade on X)

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 🤞

Agreeing to let my high school bully be my roommate was the worst decision I ever made.

Jake had been such a bully to me all throughout middleschool and high school. We were the classic nerdy dork and jock bully combination. He played baseball so he was always fit, and he had a huge ass even back then.

I knew I was gay even back in middleschool, and as cliche as it sounds a part of me did have a crush on Jake, but only a small one and it was tempered by how much of a raging douche he was. In senior year of high school, Jake found out I was gay. I still hadn't come out publicly, but he didn't out me. Strangely, he stopped bullying me as much after that. Maybe he felt sorry for me, I don't know. After high school the two of us went to different colleges and I was happy to never see him again.

After college, I moved back to a town not far from my hometown for a job opportunity. I put out some feelers among friends seeing if anyone was in the area looking for a roommate. As fate would have it, after a couple weeks of dead ends, Jake reached out. Said he was looking for a roommate too, he already had an apartment picked out and everything. I was hesitant, remembering what a shithead he'd been. But it had been four years, and people change. I said yes. A week later I had signed the lease and moved in. That's where my trouble started.

Jake had changed a lot since high school, at least physically. He'd grown a couple inches, put on a good chunk of weight, and grown out a full beard. Immediately, when we reconnected the day I moved in, I felt my heart skip a beat. I may have thought I was crushing on him before, but it was nothing compared to this. Still, I tried to push that aside, telling myself that he was straight and I shouldn't get hung up. It didn't stop my eyes from wandering to his ass, even bigger than it was four years ago.

Most days living with Jake were fine. He was a good roommate, and other than ribbing me from time to time you wouldn't know the man had bullied me relentlessly for years. He was still cocky as hell; I hated to admit I found it attractive. But he did his half of the chores, respected my personal space, and the two of us even had a lot more in common than I expected. We got along well. The only big problem was when he would go out drinking with his old baseball buddies on the weekends. A lot of times they'd go to the batting cages, and he'd come home clearly drunk and soaked in sweat. Being drunk made Jake loud and even more cocky and brought out his bully streak. A few times, he had snuck up behind me sitting on the couch and stinkfaced me, his swampy bubble butt completely covering my face. He would also do other gross things like burp in my face or try to headlock me into his armpit. He never pushed it very far and he always laughed it off afterwards and apologized, but it was a taste of the bully I'd grown up with. And why did I get so hard whenever he acted this way?

Things escalated one Friday night. We had been living together for about six months by this point. Jake had been out longer than usual, but I was up late finishing some work that was due on Monday. I had just sat down on the couch to relax before bed when the door swung open. There was a loud *URRRRRP!* from Jake's direction, an echoing belch announcing his entrance. If that wasn't enough he also sarcastically shouted "Oh honey, I'm hoooome!" I rolled my eyes at him and laid down on the couch and went back to relaxing.

"What? No small talk for me? No 'how was your night with the boys'?" He said, trying to provoke a response

"It's late, Jake, I'm sure you can tell me all about hitting baseballs and drinking beer tomorrow."

"Wow, someone's a party pooper."

"I just had a long day," I replied. "Trying to relax a little before bed."

There was a pause. No quippy follow up. That immediately put me on edge. After about thirty seconds I cracked an eyelid to check on what Jake was doing. Only to see his bulbous butt cheeks clad in nothing but a pair of underwear with the word "Nastypig" emblazoned across the ass, looming over my face, just as he slammed his ass down.

Immediately my world went dark and it felt like my face was being wedged between two warm, damp sacks of sand. The fabric of Jake's underwear could barely count as a barrier between my skin and his thick cheeks, especially with just how soaked in sweat his butt had become over the evening. It was a hot night and I was only getting hotter as my roommate bully sat down on me with his full 300 lbs of bulk. The smell was just hell. Thick, salty, musky ass stank tainted every breath I took. I tried to force Jake off of me but he wouldn't budge an inch. Even my screams of protest were muffled by his meaty glutes.

"Calm down, bro," He said, laughing. He sounded just like he did back when he'd bully me in the locker room in high school. Arrogant and amused and cruel. "You said you were trying to relax, I figured I'd give you a lil' aroma therapy!"

My stomach dropped. I knew what he meant by "aroma therapy." He'd done it to me once at a sleepover when we were young. Knowing how much bigger he was now, and how deep inside his ass crack my nose was trapped, I tried to beg for mercy. I tried to plead "No!" but my words drowned in the thick buns pressing down on me.

I felt Jake tense, and heard him grunt.

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!

A ten second long jet of vile gas blasted up my nose and out to the rest of my face. I immediately gagged and bucked underneath Jake, trying to force him off before I puked, but he just laughed at me and kept me pinned under his ass.

"Why are you struggling so much, little buddy? Someone clearly needs to re-unnnfff-lax!"

As Jake let out that grunt--

BLBLBLBLBLBLBLBBRRRRPPPPPTTTTT!

A nasty, wet bubbler rippled its way across my face. I felt my nostrils burning, and I let out another muffled scream. Jake was howling at this point, his cruel laughter only being drowned out by the thunderous bassy bombs coming from his ass.

BRRPPT!

BRRRRRRPPPT!

BRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTT!

Jake unloaded a barrage of farts all over my face. It couldn't have gone on longer than five minutes, but it felt like it would never end. He kept faking concern like "You feel better yet, little buddy?" while grinding his drenched ass hard against my nose. It brought me back to when Jake would bully me when we were kids. A churning mix of humiliation, disgust, shame, and excitement. Part of me felt sick. The other part couldn't ignore the growing erection I was getting.

After what felt like hours of torment under Jake's ass, I heard a dangerous gurggling come from somewhere deep in my bully's guts.

"Uh-oh, little buddy, sounds like you're in for the big one!"

The emphasis he put on that title made me immediately start bucking again, trying to force him off me before the apocalyptic fart could hit me.

I failed.

brbrbrbrrrrAAAAPPPPPPBBRAAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTBRAAAAAPPPPPTBRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSS!!!

It started as a tiny stream of air that smelled of pure shit. Then it grew in intensity, roaring out like a gale force wind and shaking my head like an earthquake. The smell somehow got worse, like rotten sewage being shoved up my nose again and again. And it kept going! Every time I thought he was done, Jake would tense and a new wave of horrendous gas would shoot out of him and hit me like a truck. I was sure I would throw up. I also had the hardest boner I'd ever had in my life.

When the big one finally ended, I heard Jake was laughing like a madman over me. He shook his ass on my face, wiping a bit more of his sweat off on me, before finally, mercifully, standing up.

"Haha, sorry man, I know I'm being an ass but I just had to," he reached down to help me up off the couch as he said it. I saw him glance at my crotch, a large tent still standing between my legs, and look back confused at me. Then a cocky grin slowly spread across his face. "Looks like you had more fun than I thought, dirty dog."

I felt my cheeks go flush and mumbled at him to piss off, getting up from the couch without taking his helping hand. He gave me a slap on the back, and suddenly we were back to being amicable roommates. Any hint of that bully nature was gone. I quickly made an excuse that it was late and I needed to shower the smell of his ass off of me before bed. Jake chuckled at that and we parted ways as he went sleep.

I stayed in the shower a long time that night. The warm water streaming down my body. My cock was still standing at attention. Why had I gotten turned on by Jake farting on me?

That night, standing in the shower, was the first time I came over Jake's farts. It wouldn't be the last.

[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.

3

2

1

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

[silverbeardbear]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[fartcushion]

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.

[rippsniffers]

Danny’s Dad’s FARTS

Danny was 20 years old still living at home. He was a handsome young man and rather masculine though he knew he was gay. Danny was close to his family especially his dad. His dad was 47 and incredibly handsome. In face Danny harbored a strong attraction to him since his teens….something he felt strange about but could not control. He was obsessed with his father’s bubble ass. Danny’s dad had a great ass and tended to wear snug jeans or even slacks since he had an office job. Danny loved to check his dad out and came close many time to touching that hot ass but chickened out. Danny was also weirded out at another thing. He loved hearing his dad fart loud. It got him extremely aroused. Dad used to rip loud farts all the time around the house and Danny would struggle to hide his complete arousal. He struggled at his feelings for his dad and this strange fetish he had. When dad ripped his massive farts Danny would have to run to his room and jack off furiously thinking of his hot father just farting just for him. One day Danny came home from work early to find his handsome dad napping on the couch. He was face down snoring and his incredible ass encased in snug light brown slacks. Danny was transfixed…Mom was not home yet….this would be the time he could feel it…touch it…could it be time?

Danny looked at his dad’s ass. The perfect mounds encased in tight slacks made his mouth water. His heart was beating so fast as he inched closer. He bent down with his face so close to his father’s ass. He rubbed himself though his jeans. He was beyond horny when the unthinkable happened. A loud deep fart ripped out of his father’s ass just two inches from his face…he almost came on the spot. He held in his moans. He got braver….he he grazed dad’s ass with his lips, gently so not wake him. Dad was snoring away as Danny gently started to lightly kiss his ass. He was shaking…nervous but also more turned on then he"d ever been and sure enough another loud but shorter fart escaped. Danny felt it vibrate on his lips. He was going fucking crazy. All of a sudden he felt his dad’s move under his lips. He got up and moved away. Dad was waking up…Danny ran to his bedroom and jacked off like crazy. His mouth felt his hot dad’s fart. So wrong and taboo but so hot. He’d have to try it again!

Danny could not stop thinking of his dad’s farting ass. He woke up hard and restless after falling asleep for an hour on his bed. He went downstairs and saw his hot dad in the kitchen. He was making tea. Danny couldn’t take his eyes off his father. Dad told him that he was headed to bed early because he had not been feeling well. Danny was hoping he’s stay around so he could have been close to him sit next to him, look at him. It was 9pm and dad headed upstairs. Danny tried hard to just watch some TV and let some time pass but his lust overcame him and he wondered upstairs slowly. He need to at least check his dad out. The door of his room was not locked or closed all the way. Danny inched inside and from the light in the hallway there was dad’s perfect ass in tighty whities….his cock shot straight up. He quietly walked over and leaned down again close to dad’s ass…his heart was beating fast. He leaned it and did the same as he did before lightly kissing that ass. This time dad seemed to stir right away but still seemed asleep. Danny pulled away to see what would happen. To his utter shock dad raised his ass and got on his knees…his face still down by the pillow…the ass raised right into Danny’s face. What was going on???! Danny lightly kissed the ass and it started to move around his face…dad was liking this!!! Danny kept going slower kissing the fabric of the underwear as dad moved his ass around on his face pushing his ass out to meet Danny’s mouth. Danny lost all control and started chewing and licking his father’s underwear ass and then it happened….a massive loud fart! in his face…he kept chewing and dad let out moan…then another big fart. Dad was rubbing his bulge through his underwear and moaning like crazy “Take that fart Danny” and out came another. Danny was going crazy. This was his ultimate fantasy. Dad’s farts were loud deep and warm and so hot. All of a sudden he heard the door downstairs open and the sound of mom’s voice. Danny got up and ran out of the room into his. He could not believe what just happened!

Did all that really happen thought Danny…He leaned up against his bedroom door and jacked his cock so hard and shot his wad all over. He was in shock and in a state of permanent arousal. But how would he face his dad? Would he know or be grossed out by it? He threw himself on his bed and drifted to sleep. He woke up groggy, thinking the experience with dad had been a dream then realized it had been true. His cock was raging in his undies. He got so nervous about going downstairs. But he had to. He put his gym shorts on headed down and hoped for the best. Dad was up fixing some electrical things by the TV. Danny tried to advice him but his dad said good morning and and seemed his normal self. Danny was so relieved and though maybe all that was a fluke. Still he was staring down at his dad’s ass with more hunger than ever. He sat down on the couch watching him but pretending to be reading a magazine. Nothing was said. Dad walked by him to get get some tools. Damn he was a hot man…damn how hot was what happened last night. He’d have to go jack off but as he was about to leave dad came back. He was wearing his usual khaki slacks hugging his ass. As Dad was coming back into the room he stopped in front of Danny…no words were said. He turned around ass towards the young man….and PPPLLLLAAAATTTTTT right in Danny’s face. Danny mouth dropped…Dad stayed there. Danny took it as a cue. He dove in and started munching and chewing and lickin his father’s ass right there in the living room..

As Danny chewed on his father’s perfect bubble ass he was leaving wet marks on his father’s slacks. He was moaning and as he licked and chewed still feeling the warmth of the farts dad has just ripped. He noticed that his father was now rubbing himself through his pants and bending over more…pushing his ass into Danny’s face. Out came one massive loud warm fart….seemed to last forever. Danny moaned and licked and chewed faster. His face buried in his dad’s clothed ass. The warmth hit his face and the loud sound echoed in his ears. He too started rubbing himself through his jeans. Suddenly he felt one last short fart hit his face and felt his father shaking. He was cumming in his pants! Dad moaned and shuddered and whispered a “Fuck yes!”. Danny calmed himself and simply rested his face in his hot dad’s ass. So warm from those mega farts. He gently kissed his ass cheek. Dad proceeded to stand up ….he didn’t turn around. He simply rubbed Danny’s head slightly and went to his room…his underwear full of cum.

Danny was shaking. He still was in shock this was all happening. Did he just get his dad’s hot farts in his face? How could that be? But it was true. The fart smell lingered in the room keep him hard. He whipped his cock out right there and in seconds his cum was flying everywhere. A slight feeling of guilt set in for the incestuous kink he had just done. But he knew it would pass. His mind was reeling. Could this lust for his own father, not to mention his farts continue?

[stinkmyfaceup]

Cleaning My Frat Brother’s Room

Vacuuming? Done! Bed? Made! Workout equipment? Reset and ready for tomorrow’s routine! The windows in your second floor room are open to let in a refreshing breeze and your favorite Spotify station gently wafts from your Bluetooth speakers. I have just finished the daily cleaning of your room and am taking a moment to check for any missed details when you burst through the door, throwing your practice bag on the bed and scattering gear everywhere.

I drop to my knees as soon as you enter the room since I’m not allowed to have be standing in your presence, rule 2. The look on your face makes me think I wasn’t fast enough. The fact that you don’t say anything doesn’t inspire any confidence either. You prowl around the room, shedding athletic gear as you do until you stand in only your bright red jock.

“What’s playing?” You ask, approaching me softly.

“Your hang-out playlist, Big brother” I keep my eyes on your crotch, rule 4. There is a menace in your voice that I’ve learned to recognize like an early storm warning.

“Where’s it playing from?”

“Your Bluetooth speakers, Sir.”

“How?” You ask, stepping closer. The bulge of your jock betrays a hefty cup protecting you from injury. I flush when I find myself licking my lips.

“Sir?”

“I have my phone with me, and my computer is password protected. How is there music playing?”

Oh. I understand in a flash, but I can’t lie to my big brother. “I’m streaming it from my phone.” You wait and I hastily add “Sir.”

“So let me get this straight, your faggot phone is playing music over my speakers? Without me giving you permission to touch my shit?”

“I’m sorry Sir! I just thought-“

“Thinking is not yours to do pledge, and you need a reminder.” Before I can react you push me back against the bed. Between the pressure of your grip on my forehead and the uncomfortable position of my kneeling legs I find myself unable to move. Not that I would fight back. A pledge must take any punishment levied against him without question, Rule 10.

Pinned, I can only watch in horror as you remove the cup from your jock. For a minute I fear a tea bagging from hell, which might be considered a light sentence for this offense but I know things are going to be much worse when instead of tossing the cup with the rest of your gear, you squat a little and press the hollow of it against your ass.

“Eyes on me fag.” You bark and i look up to see you grinning a dangerous, wolffish smile. Your dark eyes hold me as captive as your grip and for a moment I am divorced of context and simply lost in their natural power. But then you fart. A thick bassy note that suspends in the air. And then another, high in pitch but longer. Your grin widens as fear grows in my eyes. A long wet fart escapes your rancid ass and you wink after the effort of pushing it out clears from your face. “That should last a while,” You laugh.

“Please.” Is the only thing I can whisper before you, in a superior display of flexibility in speed, hold the raunch filled cup to my face and press it over my nose. You cackle as actual fear and disgust rocket through my body. From somewhere you produce a roll of duct tape. I am too lost on the fog of wet stink and sweat to hear you tape your cup to my face.

My breath is shallow but that makes things worse. You leer down at me as I take in the fetid mix of your protein shake farts and your wind sprint crotch sweat. Am I going to pass out? Am I going to cum?

“Look at me fag.” I try to, really, I do,but my head is swimming. You reach out and grasp my chin. You pull my gaze up to yours again and I take in your powerful form along the way. A beautiful body that demands awe from anyone who lays eyes on it. Muscle and sinew rounded out most deliciously. By the time our eyes lock, I am present and ready to prove my devotion to my big brother.

You grin, because you can tell by the soft focus of my eyes that your combined scents have had the desired effect and pulled me into your power. All of my attention is on you and you alone. “Ok you little slut, here’s the deal. I can tell you’re trying. My room looks pretty nice, and you dropped to your knees like you’re supposed to. So I know that you understand the rules too.” I smile into your cup. Maybe my punishment will end here.

“But it seems like you still have a lot to learn about respecting your betters.” Okay. Maybe not. My stomach drops.

“Stand.” The command is a surprise and my hesitation must be too much for you because before I can get to me feet you reel back and slap me across the face. The sound surprises me more then the pain, a sonorous belt across the cheek that leaves my eyes watering and my face stinging. I can’t help but to swear. This isn’t the first time I’ve been struck like that since pledging. I clamor to my feet trying not to show my big brother the shame and embarrassment painted across my face alongside your hand print.

You sneer down at me. At nearly a foot taller, and with at least 75 pounds on me, your are bigger in every dimension. I am envious and in fear of your bulk, and the strength it conveys. When you picked me for your little brother most of the other pledges couldn’t make eye contact with me. Some of the more recent brothers even went out of their way to console me. Until this moment I was unsure why, but now fear owned me, and it was easy to see that you could tell.

“I do not like having to repeat myself. Time spent reiterating to you the expectations and rules is time I am not dedication to my sports career or the, like, two classes I actually enjoy.” As you speak you move closer to me, “so we’re going to spend a little extra time today making sure you’ve got things memorized, understand?”

I nod, knowing that speaking will get me into even more trouble.

“Good. Turn around.”

I do and my eyes drift to the floor. Despite the fact that I should probably be panicked right now, I find myself calm. Inhaling deeply of the musk and ass stink. Somehow it has become comforting to me in the months I’ve been pledging. the stink infiltrated my mind and turned off every connection that made me want to object to this treatment. It hung in the air around my big brother like a fog that I happily got lost in whenever he was near.

In one moment I was lost in adoration of my big brother, the next I was being nearly bent double, yelling in pain and surprise as some force pushed my forward and lifted me from my feet at the same time. Pain lances through my balls and up my ass crack, red hot. I barely notice it when you yank down my pants and expose my wedgied ass to the air, that’s how uncomfortable I am. Another quick series of pulls momentarily lifts me into the air and you carelessly toss my mass onto your bed.

The physical discomfort is nothing to the shame. I am an adult. I spent all day cleaning this man’s room instead of studying for my physics essay. I was just trying to make your life a little nicer because you go so far out of your way to help me when I need it but this? This might have crossed a line. I look over my shoulder to say something through the taped on cup that still scents my breathing with sweat. The smell of ass hasn’t faded yet either and I begin to think that wet fart left a little something behind. However every bit of fight leaves me when I look back and see you.

It is clear you expect my anger. I know right away that any resistance I offer to your plans will just be turned back doubly on me. I could fight what was coming all night long and that would just add exhaustion to the list of sensations I’d be enduring to please you. Chances are I’d be enduring that anyway. I gulp and face forward again, only to hear you laugh when I do.

“Assume the position” you say and I bring my ass up and my knees under me without thinking. I’ve been paddled more times than I can count since pledging and the reaction to the command is automatic. I brace myself against the sturdy pain I know is coming and even have begun to enjoy despite myself. Just thinking that causes my face to flush.

“Your ass turns red when you’re embarrassed too, pledge, that’s so cute. You know what’s coming, so here’s what I want you to do. After every impact I want you to iterate the rules for pledges. If you forget one or say one out of order, we start at the very beginning until you can get all twenty rules, in order, no mistakes. Got it?”

Before I can even agree the first impact strikes. I jump from the red hot pain of his hand across my ass. The sound echoes through his room and I realize with fear that you never closed the door when you bursted in. I’m facing away from it now which means anyone who walks by can look in and see me bent over and my big brother administering my punishment “A pledge belongs heart, mind, body, and soul to his big brother, Rule one.”

“Good.” You smack my ass again, and again. I mess up the wording on the firth rule and we start over again. I hear giggling at the door and know we have an audience. Someone is watching as you make my ass red and drag oaths of submission from me with each strike. By the time we finish, tears are rolling gown my cheeks silently and there are at least 6 other brothers cheering you on to victory from the threshold.

The audience filters away and soon it is just you and me again. Gently you put a hand on my back, “you did very well little bro. Only messed up once and I think that’s cause Todd threatened to put his thumb up your ass more than any fault of your own. I’m proud of you.” The words are like a salve, calming the sting and bringing me back to the present.

“Really, Sir? Even after I messed up.”

“Sure! You messed up but you took your punishment exquisitely. Even put on a show for those brothers. You can bet some other pledges are gonna go through hell tonight, inspired by that. You should be proud too.”

I find that I am proud of myself and by the time you’re done gently prying the duct tape and cup from my face, I’m still beaming up at you. You grin down at me and ruffle my hair. “That’s the spirit, sport. Now don’t make me do that shit again.” You consider for a moment, “it’ll still happen of course but for, like, fun.” We both laugh a little at that but I can feel a lingering tension

“So listen, that was hot as fuck. I just got back from practice and after that, I am not going to be able to study before I blow a load so....” the expectation hangs in the air. A pledge is always available to help out a brother, rule 13. So I make a motion to get off the bed so you can lay back while I blow you.

“I’ve got a better idea,” you say, getting to your feet and gently tugging me by my hair, “come on faggot, don’t make me wait.” Your gruff big brother attitude is back, swelling to the surface. Swelling like your cock in the pouch of your jock. You pull me behind you so I can stay on two feet instead of crawling around like he other pledges must in presence of brothers. We reach the second floor bathroom in no time.

This door, you close. The air is rank win the smell of stale piss. The stink of a dozen men is caked onto these walls. You don’t turn the ventilation on and I feel the warm slick of panic overtaking me again. “Sir?”

“I just need to piss don’t worry. Get your face in my ass while I do though pledge.” I drop to my knees and position myself behind you, only to let the softly furred globes of your unwashed ass enfold my face. Your stream starts and another long fart escapes your ass, blowing across my face. I do my best not to wretch into your ass.

“Open your mouth.” You’ve stopped pissing by now, even though it felt like your stream lasted five minutes, “I wanna hear you eat one.” This is not an uncommon request and Reluctantly I open my mouth and press it to your unwashed ass. The bitter taste of your hole makes me whimper which I know amuses you. We stand like this for a long moment, lips touching and you straining to push a hot cloud of filthy stink onto my tongue and into my brain.

“Oh fuck that’s not a fart.” Eventually You whisper under your breath and push me away. “Change of plans fag. You ready to ride this dick?” You turn around quickly and slap me in the face with the velvet rod of your cock. Long enough to cum directly in my throat and thick enough to make me limp to class the next day, the impact packs a punch and I’m left a little stunned by it.

“Yes big brother, please fuck me.” I manage to say in a voice that I hope is sexy since after all, a pledge must always appear desirous of a brothers advances, rule 12. You grin and bring the head to my lips.

“Get it wet first boy.” You order before parting my lips with the thick head of your cock and pushing the whole appendage as far into my mouth as you an, barely stopping at the back of my throat before battering that barrier down in order to dredge up lubricating slime from my throat.

It takes you only a few pumps to reach sufficient coverage because I am soon negotiated out of my place on my knees and after a little shuffle am bent over the toilet bowl, propping myself up on the seat with my forearms and staring into the still warm contents of my big brother’s bladder. His piss is dark and acrid. No wonder he’s in such a foul mood. I make a note to fetch him a jug of water from the kitchen when we’re done here. I can see streaks of shit clinging to the porcelain too, evidence of other visitors before us. I shudder.

I can feel your engorged clock head against my hole, slippery and demanding entrance. It takes little effort to let you in. My ass hasn’t gone a day unfucked since the very first at the frat and with the ample lubrications I provided, you are fully inside me in just a moment. The length and girth still make me gasp. I swear under my breath.

You strong arms wrap around me. I relax into the strength of your support and try to adjust to the monolith of cock inside me. Very slowly you start to withdraw and I am filled with longing as inch by inch the feeling of your cock is replaced by an emptiness bordering on emotional. You withdraw completely, leaving just the tip of your cock against me and when your ingress is not immediate I pant. I moan. I whimper. I beg “big brother please! I can’t take it! I need your cock inside of me!”

“Good boy.” You wait just a breath more before thrusting ever so slowly back into me. I can feel every detail, every vein and hair, on the shaft of your cock as it invades not just my body, but my mind. Your control over my sensations driving me so mad that I could yell abuses at you in frustration. But I don’t, I can only whimper and shake under the sublime pressure of your advancing cock.

You tease me for a few more minutes before bottoming out once again. Your slow rhythm has left me gasping and clinging to your arms for support as my need for you escalates. I hang on every word, breath, utterance you make as you plow into me. Sweat coats our bodies and the small room is starting to smell less like piss and more like sex. You pull me up to whisper in my ear and I wince at how deep that drives your cock inside of me. A cruel smile paints your lips.

“Deep breath, slut. You’re going under for a hot minute.”

“Wha-?” Before my question is even out of my mouth I feel myself being bent nearly doubly. Your strength and speed plunging my head into the piss filled toilet bowl and bumping my face against the porcelain surface below. I try to push myself up, grasping for anything I can use as leverage but you’ve pinioned one arm against my back in your pushing me down and soon you’ve grabbed my other hand to join it.

You let my back up and I am a storm of gasping swears. I can’t see, can’t breath, I’m choking on piss and the only thing I can hear is you laughing. “Again!” You bellow and I am submerged.

This time I don’t let my air escape, which is good because you pound away at my asshole relentlessly. I can hear your laughter and your shouted abuses over the sloshing of the water in the toilet bowl. Worst of all my cock is Painfully hard the entire time.

It stops as abruptly as it started. You pull me from the toilet and I lean against you catching my breath.

“Change of plans. This shit ain’t waiting til we’re done.”

“What?”

“On your knees faggot!” You step over me and out of your jock before sitting firmly on the toilet. I drop to my knees into the puddle of piss we’ve created in our fucking.

“What?!” I cry, desperate to find out my assumptions are wrong.

“I came home cause I had to take a monster shit, you got in the way of that.”

“WHAT?!” instead of answering my question, you grab the back of my head and position your cock in my mouth. Somehow, in this transition, it’s maintained it’s rigidity. Instinct takes over and I start to suck like my life depends on it.

“That’s right, just concentrate on the dick.” I can hear the sneer in your voice. “Don’t think about the chili omelette I had for breakfast. Or the burrito bowl I had for lunch.” Your stomach turns audibly and your hole sputters out a long wet fart. Instantly the room smells of burned rubber and eggs. My eyes water and drive your cock into my throat, hoping i can avoid the smell by choking. I can’t, and soon I pull off your cock to sputter and cough at the intrusive smell.

“Don’t take my cock out of your mouth faggot,” you hiss and plunge back into my mouth as another fart fill the air with an awful fetid smell and the sound of something worse. The crackling sound of wet shit being pushed into the toilet bowl. I start gagging at the mere thought, the proximity to such a foul secretion but your vice grip beeps me attached, forces me to inhale your raunch even as you push your cock further and further into my throat.

I want to black out. I want to unenroll. This is the most dehumanizing thing that has ever happened to me and yet... i reach down and wrap a hand around my cock. It is the hardest it has ever been. My mere touch threatens to make it explode. But I can’t do that. I mean, rule 18, a pledge can only cum when in congress with a brother, says I could but I wasn’t ready to find out what would happen if I lost my urge to preform at this moment in time. I released my shaft and concentrated on the one in my mouth.

I can hear you pushing, straining. Another series of long farts erupts from you. At some point I cross the line from terrified to absolutely drunk and as a long and heavy turds slides out of you and into the toilet I am less afraid of the curling stink that wafts from the bowl with each breath and more devoted to the task at hand..re...mouth. If I thought my cock was hard, yours is even harder. I feel like I’m at ricks of losing teeth if I don’t perfectly allow you to pummel you throat.

Soon the straining is done and my nose must have become sufficiently scarred since I was no longer repulsed by the toilet full of grade A jock shit just inches from my nose. Indeed I kind of enjoyed the depravity of being made to sink this low. Plus the heavy breathing coming from my big brother told me we might be done soon. I redoubled my enthusiasm until he pulled out of my throat.

“Work the head.” You order, and i do. Rapidly caressing your clock with my tongue and lips until your breathing becomes hitched and you grip the back of my head. In an instant you flood my mouth with come demanding “taste it! Don’t swallow! Taste it! Taste my cum you faggot.” With each pulse of hot sticky fluid that fills my mouth. The first taste of the heady and intense ejaculate causing my own sensation to fill over and making my flood the floor with my own cum. I didn’t even touch my dick.

I swallow, rule 19, and look up to you “holy shit.” I say, winded and out of my mind with admiration.

“Yeah, holy shit is right.” A new voice makes us both jump. Derrick, my big brothers best friend and rival is standing in the doorway. He had been trying to get me this see out if the frat since my big brother picked me as his pledge. Jealous of all the time we spent together no doubt. And now here he had found us surrounded in our own stink, cum, and piss. Quickly he steps into the bathroom and shuts the door he so rudely opened in the first place. “I want next” the muscle bound behemoth demands with a cruel smirk

[dukeii]

so many things come to mind

[nerdsgetwedgies]

“Little gay nerds like you deserve this” your gym bully said as he bounced you by your underwear. “Please man, I’ll do anything! I’m sorry I was checking you out earlier, just stop before you rip my briefs!” Your pathetic pleas only egged him on further. “Not gonna happen dork, these tighty whities were made to be yanked up your nerdy ass! Besides, it kinda seems like you like it” he said, with an evil smirk that you could see in the mirror.

Why would he stop? He had you right where he wanted you: humiliated as you were made to watch in horror through the mirror while the behemoth of a man flossed your ass, your cock straining and leaking as the friction and pressure from your emarsssing undies increased. Or, rather, by your “tighty whities” as he called them - harkening back to your school days when the football jocks would give you the same treatment. Your mind began to wander, maybe you really did like this…

But your day dreaming was cut short as he spun you around and forced you on your knees. He pulled your head between his thighs, the smell of his post workout musk was almost too much to bear, although the relief from having your briefs rammed up your ass felt good while it lasted.

Unfortunately for your nerdy butt, the relief would be short lived. He bent over and you could feel his rough hands latching onto your waistband again. You were in a full on pile driver wedgie now. He pulled you off the ground, legs flailing in the air, as each yank of your briefs smooshed your face further and further into the bully’s sweaty crotch. It’s like he was marking his prey with his scent, your face will be smelling like his swollen nuts for a week. You didn’t have the luxury of worrying about that now though. All you could do was scream into him as he manhandled your undies. Your only hope now was for the briefs to rip completely, taking away the bully’s toy once and for all. Unfortunately for you, this guy was a wedgie giving pro, and he wasn’t going to let you off that easy.

He changed his grip from the waistband to the leg holes. “Sorry nerd, no pain, no gain” he said as he pulled with all his might. The sound of the seams from your tighty whities popping echoed in the empty locker room. The pain truly was next level, but your body was turning against you, as your cock continued to swell up from the situation. You could even feel the bully’s cock growing beneath his sweaty gym shorts. Was he enjoying this as much as you were?

Your daydreaming was cut short again as he switched his grip back to your waistband. With your undies stretched beyond recognition, they were already reaching the back of your head. There’s no way… He couldn’t… It’s not possible… but it seemed like he was trying to give you an atomic wedgie! That shit only happened in cartoons, or so you thought, until your bully heaved with all his might, successfully hooking your waistband over your forehead. He was laughing his ass off at this point, circling around you to admire his handywork. There you were, on all fours with your tighty whities yanked over your head. You didn’t dare move, not only out of fear of pissing your bully off, but because even the slightest movements resulted in the wedgie driving deeper between your butt cheeks. It can’t get more humiliating than this… But you were about to find out that it could, in fact, get worse.

Suddenly, you felt a cool breeze on your ass as your shorts were pulled down. There you were, in the middle of the locker room, fully atomic wedgied for anyone to see. The fact that anyone could walk in at any moment added to your humilaition, but it added to your excitement too. A stain was forming on the front of your briefs from all the precum you were leaking. This was the intended outcome of your bully, who now stood before you in all his muscley, sweaty glory, looking down on his little wedgie nerd with that smirk that drove you wild. “Seems like you’ve been enjoying yourself, huh dork? I think it’s time I get some enjoyment out of this too” he said with a wink. He lowered his shorts, revealing his own tighty whities underneath. “What a hypocrite!” was all you could think before he pulled his fully erect cock through the fly. You were drooling now. He had you right where he wanted you, and honestly, where you wanted to be too.

Without hesitating, you opened your mouth and got to work. You could hear him groaning from above, he began thrusting, holding onto the back of your head, worsening the atomic wedgie in the process. Eventually he changed his grip and grabbed onto the thin strand of cotton connecting your ass to your head. Back and forth, he bobbed your head on his cock, working it deeper into your throat, and your undies even further up your ass. This brute of a jock turned you into his wedgie boy flesh light, and you couldn’t get enough. The friction of the underwear rubbing against your hole and crushing your dick became too much, you couldn’t help it when your body gave in and released a pool of cum in the front of your briefs. You knew he could tell, too, since he chuckled as it happened. That’s when he grabbed both leg holes for the grand finale. Your underwear began making those popping and tearing sounds again as he pulled harder while fucking your throat. Finally, the underwear reached it’s breaking point, and he shot a warm load as he ripped your underwear completely off.

There you were, naked on your hands and knees, panting from what you’d just experienced. You looked up at your bully who was still towering over you, holding the shredded remains of your underwear up like a trophy. “Ha I knew you’d enjoy that dork. No denying it now that I’ve got your cum coated tighty whities as proof. You like getting fucked by your underwear, you’re so pathetic. I’ll be keeping these as a souvenir” he said as he walked past you, slapping your ass as he sauntered away, “hopefully I’ll see you again soon”, he said menacingly.

It was over as quickly as it started. He made his way out of the locker room and left you to collect yourself. Still processing everything, you pulled your shorts up, put your shirt on, and headed home. You were going commando at that point, another reminder of the intense wedgie blow job session. You managed to take a shower once you got home, the cool water feeling nice on your sore crotch and balls, although you couldn’t quite wash off the smell of his sweaty cock and balls from your face. After showering, you carefully put on another pair of briefs, or as he insisted, “tighty whities”, and laid on the bed. Looking back on how everything transpired, you couldn’t help but pitch another tent in your briefs, wondering what your bully was up to right now…

Unbeknownst to you, your bully was also lying in bed at home, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs. He too was reminiscing over the fun time he had destroying that nerd in the locker room. Sure, he also wore tighty whities, but he was big enough to wear whatever he wanted without having to worry about what anyone else thought. No one was going to fuck with him. The sense of accomplishment he felt from achieving a full atomic wedgie was unparalleled. His cock began to strain again in his own briefs. He grabbed the shredded pair of tighty whities from his bag and held them up to his nose, breathing in the scent of his nerdy victim while he jerked himself off in his briefs. He imagined all the things he could do to that nerd again if they ever crossed paths in the locker room. Those thoughts climaxed into another big load being shot by the bully, this time into his own tighty whities. Exhausted, the brute fell asleep, not even bothering to put on a new pair of underwear, still holding onto his nerd’s tighty whities. Deep down, they both hoped another encounter was on the horizon…

[humiliatemeplesse]

Your straight roommate's buddy came over. When he took off his boots and put his sweaty smelly dirty socked feet up on the table, you popped a boner right then. You were drinking with them and hanging out all evening. The stud fell asleep and your roommate stumbled into his bedroom and fell asleep. You were drunk so you thought this was your chance to sniff this studs sweaty smelly socked feet. You got on your knees and started to sniff and smell them thinking you were safe because he was passed out and snoring. As you were sniffing them and jerking off, just as you started shooting your load, he woke up and caught you. What the fuck are you doing, he said. You were in the middle of cumming so you couldn't say anything. Then he said you fucking little pervert, if you want me to not tell your roommate then you better start licking my asshole right now while I jerk off. My girl won't do it and I would never ask her to do something so degrading anyway. So get over here and get your head back on the chair so I can sit on your face. I think I'm going to be making more visits over here. I'll let you sniff my stinking sweaty socks but always only because you're going to lick my sweaty asshole.

[maturebeefformick]

[randomdude700]

Just keep your mouth around that big head. You look pretty like that baby. Keep looking at me. You did good last night. I know it hurts, but when a man cunts his son for the first time, that’s how it’s done. You’re still swollen because it’s the first time. It still hurts because your old man is hung like a mule. But you took it, didn’t you? And with all the yelling and crying I still dumped a fat load of my seed in your cunt. We’re both going to remember that. And it was all filmed so we can see it again when we want. I know your grandpa is going to want to see it. Maybe we’ll all sit down and watch it together. I see that your little clit is hard. You like the idea of being between your father and grandfather, don’t you? See baby, there’s more than just a little whore in you. And I’m going to bring out more of that. Now hold still, keep looking me in the eyes and get ready for your first morning piss. Men like to see faggot whores gulp piss, and a boys mouth nursing on dong just feels so damn good. Starting tomorrow you’ll be on your knees in the toilet every morning before I walk in. Think of it as training. When my ass hits the can I want you reaching for my dick and putting into your mouth. Then quietly wait. I’m a man who has to piss before he busts in the morning, so you’ll drink that. Stay on it and start blowing me. I won’t be saying much. Your dad likes to have a quiet, relaxing dump most mornings, and I take my time. I’ll still give you the morning nut as I finish up, but you will stay on your knees until you’ve licked my shit hole clean and thanked me. It’s really the best way for a man to start his day. Reminds both a father and faggot son who and what they are. Now go put on those pretty panties I gave you, we’re having company.

[tight-e-whitey]

[betatoy-deactivated20210918]

You had never liked Brad, from the moment he and your sister began dating, the huge 6"7’ bodybuilder had established himself as the man of the house. He ate all the food, took naps on the family couch, taking up all the space, he chose what would be watched on the living room tv, mostly football, even switching the channel on your father, who seemed all too happy to oblige the whims of the young stud. He walked around shamelessly in his loose boxers, sporting a fat bulge that swung from side to side, drawn perfectly against the thin cotton, not hesitating to dive a hand inside to scratch his nuts whenever he felt the need, at dinner, on the couch sitting next to your parents, even right before obnoxiously ruffling your hair. For two whole days you swore you could smell his ballsweat on your hair, permeating through the shampoo and the showers. Every now and then you would get a whiff of it, hanging in the air, and manically spray yourself with deodorant, only to later discover the source, a stray jockstrap or boxer, thrown carelessly around the house, sometimes into your room. But despite your open dislike of him and his attitude, and your frequent complaints about his uncleanliness, he never responded with anything other than humor or good natured condescension. He would just tussle your hair with his big meaty hand and say things like ‘Aw c'mon lil bro, i’m a big strong guy, so my stink is strong too’ or ‘If it bothers you so much, you could just, pick ‘em up and wash ‘em, that’s what your sister does’. At first you would turn to your family, looking for some support, but none of them seemed even slightly bothered, except for your sister who would promptly tell you to stop being such a whiny wimp and leave her man alone, drawing stifled laughs from both your parents. One day, after finding a bloated condom behind your pillow, a big puddle of dried chunky cum pooled around it, you decided enough was enough. You stormed into your father’s study and demanded that he do something about this, what kind of man was he? Letting this overgrown jock take over his household! A grave look came over his face, anger flashing in his eyes as he quickly stood up and smacked you across the face. ‘What are you, a sissy? Running off to daddy so he can fix your problems! That young man down there has been nothing but nice to you and he deserves some respect! He’s a hard worker, an admirable athlete and he treats your sister very well, I will not have you badmouthing him behind his back! I hope that some day I have the honor of calling him my son!’ Tears welled in your eyes as your cheek turned red from the harsh smack, beginning to sting, but not nearly as much as your father’s words. He was better than you, in everyone’s eyes, you were the problem. ————- After that horrible episode, your attitude turned around completely, you would bite your tongue whenever he did something rude or obnoxious, if you found some foul-smelling workout gear you would just swallow you disgust, pick it up and drop it in the laundry, His nasty adidas you would take to your sisters room and set them down neatly by the door. One day, as you all sat around the dinner table, he let out a long powerful burp right in your direction, which drowned out even the blaring sounds of the game on the tv, everyone laughed, and even you chuckled shyly, ‘Sorry lil bro, been downing this new protein lately, my gut feels like a volcano’ His black eyes stared into yours and you couldn’t help but look down in embarrassment, blushing slightly ‘I-Its okay Big Bro, you’re a big guy so your burps are big’ He shot you a big goofy grin, and from the corner of your eye you could see your father nod in quiet approval. ————– A couple of weeks later, you were sitting in your room, trying to study for your finals which were coming up next week, it was hard to focus with the constant hammering of Brad and your sister fucking, which seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, it was the third time today, and this round had been going on for at least half an hour. But the thought of complaining or interrupting never entered your mind, you had grown used to it by now, and if today was not an exception they still had two rounds to go. Every now and then your sister would let out a loud, desperate moan, which would quickly peter out, drowned out in pleasure. For a moment you put your pen down and focused on the sounds coming from across the wall, imagining the huge form of Brad bent over your petite sister, like some beastly god ravaging His sacrifice, tearing her apart, chewing her up and spitting her out. You shuddered, a hard on now raging in your tight pajama pants, and got up to fetch an item from the back of your closet, a little disappointed by the lack of stink emanating from within You remembered fondly how the first day they had stunk up the whole room, forcing you to spray a nasty amount of axe on the door in order to conceal your theft. You bent down and pressed them against your face, all the dampness was gone by now, but the unmistakable stink of Brads feet still filled your nostrils, and you shuddered again, your dick on the verge of erupting without being touched. You didn’t even notice that the noises in the other room had stopped, until a door slammed down the hall and the thud of heavy footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer. Quicker than you would’ve thought yourself capable you stuffed the stinking socks back behind a set of shoe boxes and staggered out of the closet, your dick still painfully hard. Suddenly the door swung open and Brad sauntered in, the sneer on his face turning into an amused smirk as he saw your predicament. 'Aww lil bro, am I interrupting?’ He knew he was, but made no move to leave the room, enjoying the way you squirmed under his gaze. 'N-no Big Bro, it’s nothing, don’t worry’ He let out a deep chuckle and plopped down on your bed, the springs squealing in protest 'Srry lil bro, it’s just your sister can be a real bitch sometimes’ you laughed shyly 'yeah i know..’ 'She doesn’t get that we guys have needs, needs that gotta be taken care of’ he stuck a big hand into his own loose pj bottoms and rearranged his junk, the thick head drawn against the checkered fabric 'And im a big guy, so my needs are bigger… you get that, don’t you lil bro?’ You gulped audibly and forced yourself to look away from his fat bulge, looking up into his deep dark eyes. 'Y-yeah Big B-bro, I know you’re big..’ you blushed a deep red, realizing what you had just said. But Brad seemed to have missed it entirely, or at least acted like he did. 'So I can spend the night here, right?’ ’S-sure bro, b-but I don’t have another matt-’ 'Nah, don’t worry lil bro, you can sleep here on the bed with me’ He took one of the pillows and mercifully placed it over his bulging crotch. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the tv remote 'Bring that over lil bro, let’s watch a movie or somethin’ You jumped at the snap and before you knew it you were walking back to Him with the appliance in your hand. He took it in his own beastly paw and began zapping through the channels in search of something entertaining to watch. You stood there awkwardly until he eventually came to a war flick he hadn’t seen before and turned the volume up. Turning to you, he smiled warmly and patted the pillow resting in his lap 'C'mon’ Your breath caught in your throat and you nearly choked, but stopped yourself in time, turning beet red once more you climbed onto the bed and over his tree trunk leg, feeling the heat of it, and getting even more exited, there was nothing you could do to stop your boner from springing back to life, but once again Brad either failed to notice it or simply chose to ignore it. You settled into the offered pillow, your head sinking into it, and suddenly became aware of an overpowering musk radiating all around you, the same potent musk that you had so furiously tried to get out of your hair so many months ago. Only this time, you didn’t try to escape it, you let it enter your system, take over all your senses, it wasn’t long before you were taking discreet sniffs of it. You felt a shuffling behind you, and began to lift your head, but a big muscular hand came down on top of it, stroking your hair tenderly. 'Shhh’ the hand behind the pillow retreated and suddenly you were presented with a thick thumb, shining slightly with sweat and stinking of balls. It pressed into your lips, smearing sweat over them, painting them with His alpha pheromones. Your mind was shut off, all you could think about was His stink, His touch, the taste of His balls. The invasive, godly thumb retreated, sunk inside his trousers and then came back with a new sheen of sweat. This time it sunk past your lips, pressing firmly into your tongue and dragging across it repeatedly. Then another thick finger pushed in and both pinched your tongue forcefully, dragging it out slowly. Catching on quickly, you opened your mouth fully, tongue out and waiting. The hand retreated once again and you felt the form behind your head back up a little, letting the pillow slide onto the bed. You could hear the rustling of fabric and then the smell intensified tremendously, before a giant drooping cock was dropped unceremoniously over your lips, sweaty and boiling hot, the large bulbous head resting heavily on your tongue. 'Shhh…, don’t move’ He let it sit there, letting it sweat on your tongue, its poweful stench dominating your mind, melting everything else away. There was only Brad and His Cock, Big, Strong, Alpha. You wanted to serve Him, kiss His Dick, swallow His Load, suck on His Balls, feel the cum churning inside them as you suckled lovingly. But you didn’t, He had told you not to move, and you would dream of disobeying Him, so you laid there, a Fat Cock draped over your face, feeling it pulse, moistening His Tip as He sat back and enjoyed the movie. After a few minutes that felt like forever, His Hand came down and began to stroke your cheek firmly with His Thumb, you leaned into the touch, desperate for more, He pinched your skin and rolled it between His Fingers, it was painful, but you didn’t dare move an inch. Finally His Fingers retreated, and His Cock was stuffed back into His pants, you whimpered at the loss, but remained still, you so desperately wanted to please Him. His Face appeared above you, smug and handsome, His thick Neck lined with bulging veins as He hocked a loogie, and His Lips pursed as he let a it pour into your mouth in a heavy strand. There was so much of it, you began to choke a little, but you kept your mouth open and your tongue out, grateful beyond words to be receiving the gift of His godly Spit. He smirked, cleaning off the side of His Mouth with the back of His Hand. 'Good Boy’ He leaned back, resting against the headboard, Arms folded behind His Head. 'Now come get your treat’. (to be continued)

[buttsmasher]

Officer Vanover

Word Count: 3,157

Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, non-consensual (some), Power Imbalance

Here I was, on my knees, underneath a desk setting up a computer in the new Sargent's office. Nothing abnormal, until I felt a hand slap my ass and give a squeeze.

I audibly yelp and immediately turn to see Officer Vanover giving me a shit eating grin. "Whoa man, I don't know you like that." I eventually get out and he laughs in response.

"Not yet." He gives me a wink.

Officer Vanover is an attractive guy and all, but there is a small problem: As far as I'm aware, he's a married man. When I Facebook stalked him, there were clearly tons of photos with him and his wife, ranging from their wedding to vacation photos. So, this was more of a hazing thing more likely than a sexual thing, I decide.

Now, here's my problem. Officer Vanover is hot. I hate to admit that, but it's true. At minimum he's 6 foot 1, has an ass that won't quit, fit as hell and his face card and ginger beard are to die for. And his uniform pants hug his ass so tight that you can see the lines of his boxer briefs. It's so fucking erotic and half the times I'm around him, I have to rush to get away before I do something I regret. Thoughts of him throwing my 5 foot 5 self around plague my mind way too much when I'm around him.

My interactions with Officer Vanover started the first week I started in February.

February 12 -

When I start messing with the printer, he came over and just stood next to my left. Not say anything at first, just hovered. It's odd, but not necessarily anything new. After a few minutes of not finding anything wrong with the printer, I finally say "Do you know what's wrong with the printer? It looks fine to me."

He gives me an expression that he's thinking, but shakes his head no. I sigh and get ready to go to the Police Lieutenant to see if he can tell me what exactly the issue is when Officer Vanover hikes his right leg up and rips ass directly at me. "Oops." He says with that shit-eating grin. It's gross, but it doesn't smell like anything.

"Get outta here man." Half-laughing as I plug my nose. He keeps laughing, but he does go back to one of the Patrol Desks. I keep working away, Officer Vanover keeps farting and eventually Officer Hanford shows up.

"Jeezus it reeks. Brandon, what the fuck are you eating."

"How you know it's me. Could be the IT guy."

"Hey!" I yell from the other room.

"Because it always stinks when you're here." Officer Hanford groans before taking another desk.

I step out into the room to say something, but Officer Vanover is straining his face when a loud fart rings out in the Patrol Room.

"Fuck this, I'm working in my car." Officer Hanford gets up almost as quickly as he sat down. "Sorry new guy." He says to me as he leaves.

Officer Vanover gives me a wink, and another ringing fart before I go back to the printer.

Another 15 minutes of his farting and getting no where on the printer before I determine there's nothing wrong and printing is working fine. I say my goodbyes to Officer Vanover and let the Lieutenant know that the printer is working. I found out from him that Officer Vanover was the one who reported the issue though. I found it strange he reported the issue but didn't tell me that when I was working on it.

February 16 -

I get called down to the Patrol Room again, and once again, just Officer Vanover. He gives me a smile, I ignore the way that it makes my heart beat quicken. This time there is an issue on his computer. "Officer Vanover, we need to stop meeting like this." I try to joke, and he laughs, but there's a feeling in my gut that this isn't going a normal interaction.

"You can call me Brandon." He shows me the issue and it leads me to having to go under his desk to mess with the cabling. As I'm trying to make sense of the cabling, I see him scoot his chair in and block me under the desk.

"Hey, whatcha doing?" I say as his legs force me against the cubicle wall. It's still workable, just uncomfortable.

"Just keep working and I'll keep working on my document." His keyboard does start to clack.

"Why don't you use a different desk. There's not enough-" I was beginning to argue when he man spreads. And there's his bulge, right there where I can admire it. "Actually, I think I can work like this."

"What I thought fag." That's what I thought he said, but that couldn't be right. I didn't press him about that.

I found the issue with the cables pretty quickly as well. It was clear that someone, most likely Officer Vanover, er Brandon, had pulled the ethernet cable. I plugged it back in, but I didn't say anything yet, as I was still admiring his bulge. Actually it was more than just a bulge, he had a fucking hard on now. His fat (holy fucking shit) cock was straining and he put he grabbed it and shook it.

"Oh my god. Are you-" And before I can finish, he grabs my head and pulls it hard against the seat of his chair and his ass.

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A loud fart echos from Brandon's seat and I'm forced to inhale his gas. And this time, it stunk bad. I start coughing and gagging "Fuck! Let go!"

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I'm don't know how many farts just came from his ass, but it was wet and disgusting. The smell was eggy and I gagged hard. I pull away from Brandon's hand. He's laughing hard as he backs his chair up from me.

"Sorry, gotta make sure the new guy is welcomed." He says, boner still pressed against the fabric of his pants. He makes a show of adjusting himself, giving me a wink, and then stands up from the chair to leave.

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"For the road." He says at the entryway.

I'm sitting on the floor, stuck, not sure what to do. I mean this was a line that got crossed professionally. Do I go to the L-T and let him know what just occurred? Do I just leave it alone?

Ultimately, I finish what I'm doing and hide back in my office. But I don't stop thinking about what happened. I'm not into all the farting stuff, but dude, that fat dong has me salivating. The thought of being back under the desk sucking on that hog (pun intended) makes it difficult to focus.

February 23 -

There had been a few run ins with Brandon over the couple past days, but nothing of note. That changed though on the 23rd.

The lieutenant asked me to assist with getting new equipment setup in a side office for a new Sargent that would be starting soon. Not an abnormal request, so I do my thing.

That's where I feel the hand on my ass. Brandon is there giving me that shit-eating grin again.

"Whoa man, I don't know you like that."

"Not yet." He gives me a wink. "But now that I'm Sargent, I'm sure you'll be getting to know me pretty well."

"Wait, is this going to be your office."

"Yup." He pops the P loudly and I can't help but watch the way he licks his lips. Fuck I need to get out of here.

"Well, congrats man. I'm going to keep working, so if you don't mind removing your hand." He removes his hand and walks away. I can't help the sigh of relief that leaves my lips, but then I hear the door close and the lock latch. I turn my head quickly to see the blinds closing as well. He makes eye contact with me and points to the black sofa. "Wha?"

"Sit down." He says impatiently. And I don't know if it's his tone or the arousal in my brain, but I do as I'm told. "Look, you're a fag, you can't help that. But, you need to keep those eyes of yours to yourself."

"What? You just grabbed my ass."

"I'm not a fag though."

"That's kind of fag behavior though." I don't stop myself. "What game are you playing here?" I say angrily.

"Watch your tone. I'm a man, fags don't get to talk to men like that." Who the hell is this guy?

"Fuck you man, I'm going to L-T." I get up from the sofa, but immediately Brandon grabs me and moves my hands behind my back and puts me in cuffs. "What the hell man?" He pushes me back to the sofa where I land face first.

"You have the right to remain silent." He puts his knee on my back, preventing me from moving. I can feel him shifting and adjusting behind me. When he grabs me and flips me to my back, I can see that he's shirtless. And of course he has an awesome body. I try to ignore that fact but then his hands go to his belt and he drops his pants. His fat dong, already fully erect in his cobalt blue boxer briefs.

"I-" I lose the words as I see him pump his cock through the boxers.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your pick fag."

"What does that even mean? Brandon, what are we doing here." I go to stand back up, but he pushes me back down.

"Don't get up unless I tell you to." He says as his hand is forcefully pushing my chest into the sofa. He's towering above me and I'm trying to keep eye contact, but my eyes move back to his cock. "Fag, can't even help yourself. Eyes up here fag."

"I-I-Can I suck you off?" It catches both of us off guard. He examines my face for a moment and then laughs.

"Oh you thought this was for you." He jiggles his cock in his hand. "Nah, that's not how this is going." He grabs my shirt, and adjusts my position on the couch where my head is positioned in between the crack of the cushions. He turns around and his boxer clad ass is positioned over my face. He drops his ass hard and slams me into the sofa.

I'm stuck in the sofa, and Brandon's ass is covering my face. Immediately I can smell how musky Brandon is today and my face is already starting to feel damp.

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Oh no, not this again. Warm air hits my face and the smell hits like a freight train at this distance. I cough and strain against the cuffs on my hands, but I can't move. I scream help hoping anyone can hear me, but I know it's useless from Brandon's laugh. "Oh shut up."

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A whine escapes from me as the new farts hit my nose. The smell is like sewage and there's no escaping. "Oh god someone help!" I yell, but it only gets drowned out from Brandon slamming his ass down on my face again.

"I said shut up." He drops again and I'm feeling slightly concussed. "I want to hear you sniffing this one."

"No!" I whine.

"Sniff or I'm shoving a baton up your ass." I reluctantly take a large inhale.

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A sigh of relief leaves Brandon as I'm forced to inhale the full brunt of the noxious fumes. Everything starts to feel distant as more sewage is inhaled to my lungs. Fuck things are really starting to spin.

"Good boy." He briefly stands up and gives my head a pat and I can't help but lean into the pat. "Alright, that's enough." He slams his ass back down. "Get back to sniffing." I whine in protest. "Sniff now." Again, I begin to inhale.

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"Ah fuck." Brandon sighs as I gag down the gas. "Yeah fucking smell that shit." He grinds his ass down against my face. "I bet you're lovin' this shit fag." I whine, but he just lifts up and slams down again. "Yeah you like it when my fat ass destroys your face."

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He times this slam with the fart. In that moment, tears start to fall down my face. It's all too much, I'm having a hard time keeping a coherent thought.

"Open your mouth." It's like I became sober in an instant. Immediately I lock my lips so that they can't be forced open. When Brandon checks me and sees that I'm refusing. "If you open your mouth, my dick can get in easier." I know my eyes widened just as much as my mouth did. He laughed so hard before slamming his ass back down over my mouth. "Sike!"

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With no time to react, I swallow down the disgusting, long fart and make a horrified noise. Brandon's whole body is shaking as he's laughing. "I can't believe you fell for that." He keeps farting as he laughs and I keep just swallowing down the disgusting butt bombs. My mouth is overwhelmed by the taste of ass and my brain is having a hard time processing any of this.

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"Please stop." I try to get out, but Brandon's farting is louder than I can manage. I gag against his warm ass. "Mercy."

"Fuck. I knew when I made that shake this morning it was going to hit hard, but not this hard." Brandon wiggles his ass again on my face. "Alright, I got shit to do, lets get to the finale." He gets off of me fully and turns around. He makes eye contact as I watch his hand slide under his waistband and pulls his boxers off. His cock is fully erect and standing straight. He leans down, right hand on his cock and slaps my face over and over again with his cock as he laughs. "This is what you want right? My slab of man meat." He strokes himself over and over as all I can do is watch.

"Please?" I say despite the state of myself.

"Pathetic." He starts to lower his cock towards my mouth. "Even after getting acquainted with my ass, you still want to suck me off. What makes you think you deserve my cock?"

"Please, I'll make you feel so good." I say, not really hearing myself. "I deserve it, I've been a good boy."

He runs a hand through my hair and begins to put his cock in my mouth. "I guess you have." He moves his cock head along my lips. "You did just take all that man gas." He pretends to think and I take the moment to close my lips around his cock head. "Ah-ah-ah" He pulls his cock away. "I didn't say you could do that." From the small taste I got, I knew I needed that cock in my mouth.

Instead though, I got Brandon's naked ass slammed down onto my face with my mouth wide open.

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My body jolts as the taste is even worse than when he had boxers on. He lifts up and I watch as his hairy hole leaves my face. I feel utterly broken and disgusting as his I watch his hole wink and let out more gas above my face.

"Bet that tasted nice, didn't it fag. You like it when a man takes what's his?"

"You're disgusting." I spit on the ground, partially to get the awful taste off my tongue.

"Ah, you're so sweet." He kneels above me and starts stroking his cock again. "I guess you can have a treat." As he going, I can't help flexing my own cock against my khakis. He moans lightly and continues to fart, thankfully not directly on my face this time. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I hope you're ready, cause once I start shooting that's all you're getting." I willingly open my mouth again, against my better judgement. This time though, he does start to shoot his load. Barely any makes it into my mouth and instead I can feel him drenching my hair and my face with his cum. By the eighth shot, he's actually aiming for my mouth and I'm flooded with the taste of his salty semen.

Fuck it was delicious.

"Get the fuck out my office." I didn't even realize but he's already pulling his boxers back on.

I go to stand up and that's when I remember I still have hand cuffs on. "Um. Can-"

"I said get the fuck out." The face he gave me told me everything I needed to know. I got out of the office and realized, I have no where to go. Cum on my face and hair, and hand cuffs in the middle of the police department.

I rush into the bathroom, closing the door with my foot and try to come up with a plan. It's ruined when Brandon literally walks into the bathroom. "Dude, get me out of these cuffs."

He gives me a once over before locking the door and going over to the urinal. "Yeah, in a second." He pulls out his sizeable cock, not fully erect this time and starts taking a piss. "Fuck that's nice." He rips ass of course, making me jolt. He catches me, "Heh, yeah my ass has that effect."

"Fuck you." There wasn't heat behind it.

"I don't know. I think you liked it. Liked sniffing my ass like a dirty fag." He flushes the urinal and grabs and turns me around. He bends me over and humps my ass. "I bet this is what you really wanted. My fat cock pushing into your pussy."

"Dude, stop. Get me out of these cuffs." The weight of his bulge pressing against my ass was making my cock start to harden again.

"Fine." He pushes me against the wall. Bulge pressed against my ass the whole time as he unlocks my cuffs. "But don't pretend you didn't like it."

"I didn't."

"We'll see." He burps in my face and takes a finger, swipes it in cum, and pushes it into my mouth. I moan, against my will which gives him that evil grin. He leaves me, without washing his hands, disgusting.

I stand and stare at myself in the mirror. There is still a metric shit ton of cum covering my face. I can't stop myself as I start to swipe some of the cum and ingest it. Fuck it's so good. I mean, it tastes like cum, but fuck, against the backdrop of Brandon's ass, it's the best taste in the world. Another swipe and another, like a frenzied animal, I keep eating the cum.

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