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Officer Vanover

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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Smell of the ex

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Smell of the stepson

This is a long story.

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Smell of a false accusation

With me being 25 and bi, I quickly noticed my next-door neighbors after moving into my new apartment. First, there is the curvy, beautiful woman with nice tits. Then there’s the six-foot-four guy who looks like he bench presses city buses. The most noticeable thing about him is his fat bubble butt. It’s like he’s always carrying around two basketballs in the back of his pants wherever he goes. They bounce and jiggle as he walks.

The guy’s name is Randy, and the woman’s name is Sarah. Both of them are hot.

It's obvious to me now that they are a couple, but an hour ago, Sarah easily convinced me that they were only siblings.

Sarah and I are now naked in her bed, and feeling good after doing the deed. She’s resting her head on my chest, and I have an arm wrapped around her.

We’re enjoying the quiet moment when suddenly, the bedroom door is kicked open. Randy is standing in the doorway, huffing in rage like a bull ready to charge. He’s wearing a dirty tank top, jeans, and brown steel-toe boots.

If looks could kill, Sarah and I would be six feet under right now.

I open my mouth, hoping to de-escalate the situation, but Sarah acts first.

She jumps out of the bed, screaming bloody murder, leaving me alone on the bed in only my boxers. She’s shaking and crying.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here, Randy! I just realized he’s been gaslighting me. He manipulated me into sleeping with him. I’m the victim!”

I’m shocked into silence. That’s the dumbest defense for cheating that I’ve ever heard.

I guess Randy must be dumb as hell because he’s staring daggers at me.

Sarah runs out of the room, with fake tears streaming down her face, leaving me alone with a pissed off monster.

“You done fucked with the wrong woman, bitch” he growls. His gravely voice has me going pale.

I can’t speak; I never thought I’d be in a situation like this. I guess he’s taking my silence as an admission of guilt.

He pulls off his sweaty tank and tosses it to the side. He kicks off his boots before he starts walking towards me, still on the bed. When he reaches the foot of the bed, he undoes his jeans, letting them drop and pool at his feet. He’s wearing a tight pair of grey boxer briefs that are drenched with sweat.

He climbs onto the bed and crawls up my body. The rage in his eyes has me paralyzed and unable to speak.

“You’re about to smell why the boys call me Rancid Randy.”

Next thing I know, he turns around and his fat ass is hovering right over my face. The sweaty fabric of his underwear is clinging to his round, meaty globes.

The last thing I see before everything goes dark is the large sweat patch running down the crack of his ass.

WHAM

He drops his bulbous, sweaty rump, taking a seat on my face. My face is being smothered under an over-encumbering amount of ass fat.

The musky smell coming from his swamp ass is tear-inducing.

I groan from the scent.

I both feel and hear him darkly snickering above me. “Oh, you wanna cry? Rancid Randy will give you something to cry about.”

At first, I don’t know what he’s going on about, until:

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The guy rips a thunderous, 5-second fart, point-blank in my face. It’s strong enough to rattle my skull.

Rancid Randy is a fitting name–his fart stinks of rancid meat and rotten eggs. The smell is atrocious. It has me coughing and gagging.

“Ah, damn, that felt good. I’m glad I had Mexican for lunch with extra beans. Doubt you agree… GGH”

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He vents out another rancid-smelling fart in my face, and that’s when I try to struggle.

I try to buck him off me, but he shimmies his hips, bearing his ass down harder onto my face. I bring up my hands trying to push him off, but it does little more than massage his doughy globes.

“Haha, that’s it, keep on uselessly struggling. All it will earn you is more of my Rancid Rockets… HGH”

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My voice is muffled beneath his meaty posterior, but I get out, “You got it all wrong, man. Your girlfriend came up to me and said she was single and you were her brother.” It’s hard to speak when every time I part my lips, his ass fat tries to pour into my open mouth.

My explanation only angers him.

“What? You're calling my girl a liar? Suck on this, fart-bitch!”

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Randy pushes out three consecutive farts that wreck me. He aggressively grinds his butt on my face, as if he’s trying to ingrain his ass musk into my pores.

Out of desperation, I punch him in the side of his stomach, but all that does is help him dislodge a big fart.

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He rips a 12-second fart right in my face that reeks of raw sewage. It has me coughing and my eyes stinging.

He sighs and laughs, “Ah, haha, don’t blame me for that one. That was all you, unlike this… FGH”

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Another wave of his nauseating fumes washes over my face. It puts me in a coughing fit, weakening me. Randy uses the opportunity to trap my arms by my sides, between his knees, as he straddles my chest.

I now feel completely helpless.

“Ah, you’ll be lucky if I let you leave here alive and don’t kill you with my farts after what you did to my girl!”

He grounds his titanic rear end harder down on me, working my face in between his cheeks. Through the material of his sweaty briefs, I feel my nose pressing against his hole.

It’s silent, but I feel his pucker open and his warm, intestinal wind heating my nose.

The smell is horrendous–like rancid meat swimming in raw sewage.

“Haha, ah yeah, breathe it in bitch, breathe in Rancid Randy. Every time you even think of my girl, you’re gonna remember my rank ass and my butt bombs.”

I ironically find my second wind and flail harder beneath him. This seems to amuse Randy.

“Oh, still struggling, I see. Seems like Rancid Randy’s gonna have to break you like a wild bronco. Thankfully, I have the ass and farts for the job.”

I think it’s over when he rises off my face. But soon enough, his big ass comes crashing back down on my face like a meteor, making me groan. And the impact is accompanied by…

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He isn’t done.

He lifts his ass off my face.

“Yeah, take it bitch.”

He slams his ass back down and…

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My tormentor repeats this torturous cycle.

Up.

“This ain’t my first rodeo. Rancid Randy has broken down plenty of assholes, and you won’t be the last.”

Wham

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Up.

“Choke on my nasty farts.”

Wham

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Up.

“Get crushed by my big, heavy booty.”

Wham

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Up.

“Anyone who messes with my girl has to deal with my swamp ass. Now Suffer!”

Wham

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The noxious smell has my eyes and nose running. Randy’s repeated butt-drops have my face feeling like it’s been Mike Tyson’s personal punching bag.

I aggressively thrash my head from side to side, trying to get my face out of his ass. I turn my head to the left, finally escaping, getting a few breaths of cool, semi-fresh air.

I take the opportunity to shout, “Get off of me, you psycho!”

I didn’t think it was possible, but he somehow became even more agitated.

“Psycho! Psycho! You fucked with my girl’s head, and you’re calling me a psycho.”

He lifts his ass off my face again. And then to my horror, he peels down the back of his briefs. His fleshy, bare moons, glistening with sweat, pour out of their confines and wobble ominously above my face.

“You’ve done it now. Now I’m really ticked off!”

Randy reaches down with both hands, spreading his cheeks. I’ve never seen anything more revolting. Hovering a foot over my face is his open crack. Inside is all sweaty and hairy, and dead center is his wrinkled pucker.

I start shaking my head. “No. No. You can’t do this to me. Help!”

He immediately shuts me up by dropping down, entombing my face in his sweaty and musky canyon of a crack.

The douche bag laughs, making his meaty orbs jiggle around my clamped face. “Don’t waste your breath; no one can hear you. No one can ever hear you in between Rancid Randy’s fat moons.”

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He unleashes a barrage of trumpeting farts, point-blank in my face, putting me into another coughing fit. His ass and booming farts drown out my cries for help.

I try to struggle, but I can barely move my head anymore. There’s more than just fat in his brawny slabs. It feels like my head is caught in the jaws of life.

He rocks his ass on my face, getting comfortable. I give a muffled cry when it ends with my lips pressed against his asshole.

“You wanna kiss someone? Then kiss this big, nasty fella; he loves the attention.”

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He pushes out a 6-second rumbly fart that has my lips vibrating. Some of his toxic fumes seep into my mouth, making me feel sick to my stomach.

He presses down harder and roughly gyrates his ass on my face, forcing my lips open with his hole.

“Hehe, oh yeah fart-bitch, things are about to get a lot worse for you. Eat my farts!... NGH”

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My cheeks and lungs inflate with his hellish ass gas. I’m choking and gagging on his noxious, intestinal vapors.

“Fuck man, how are those extra beans I had for lunch treating ya? Do you like it? Recycled through my booty?... GGH”

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“Ah, good luck fucker, your face is going to be reeking of Rancid Randy’s swamp ass for weeks. You’re probably gonna have to wash your face thoroughly and daily for a month to get rid of my butt stank. You’re welcome… HGGH”

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“Oh damn, I feel a big one brewing. I almost feel guilty about blasting your face with this, the keyword being, almost. R.I.P. your taste buds.

FGH… This puppy comes straight from Rancid Randy’s butthole with love… UGH”

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Who farts so much? It feels like it's been days, but it's only been a couple of minutes. This beast keeps rocketing one monstrous fart after another down my gullet. The final one is the longest, lasting well over 4 minutes alone.

My lungs feel like they will be forever tainted with his vile butt stink.

He rises off my face with a wet squelch. My face is drenched with his ass sweat, my tears, and my snot.

Next thing I know, I’m being pulled off the bed and onto my feet. He shoves my strewn-around clothes into my hands. He then grabs me by the back of the neck and practically drags me towards the front door.

He opens the door and tosses me out, on my knees. He towers over me, pointing an accusing finger at my face. “Let this be a warning: if you so much as eye my girl a little too long for my liking, you and my swampy ass are gonna spend a lot more personal time together.”

Randy wheels around. The back of his briefs is still pulled down, so he’s basically mooning me. His bare, sweaty cheeks are only a few feet away from my face.

I notice his hands curling at his sides, and I hear him taking a deep breath.

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Randy blasts me in the face with a 10-second-long, airy fart. It stinks of digested meat and garlic. And it has enough force to cause his pillowy mounds to ripple and blow my hair back.

I’m left coughing on my knees as he slams the door in my face. Thankfully, the hallway is empty, so no one sees me at my lowest point.

I stand and hobble to my door. I pull my key out of my jeans and retreat inside my apartment.

Things don’t end here, though. For the next few days, the couple fucks with me.

Whenever I pass Sarah alone in the hall, she shoots me a superior smirk, silently declaring she’s won. When I pass Randy, he glares at me, and without stopping, he swivels his hips and farts on me.

What the two don’t know is that I’m an investigative journalist. It was child's play to find Sarah’s multiple cheating partners over social media and take screenshots of them kissing.

I created a burner account and sent the pics to them and their mutual friends. Sarah’s now seen as a slut, and Randy is seen as a simp.

I sit back and enjoy the fireworks.

Every day, I hear them constantly screaming at each other through the walls, and I love it.

However, I’ve been dealing with a slight dilemma. In my head, I keep replaying Randy’s assault on me; the humiliation, his bare ass, and his farts. Every time I do, I feel a stirring in my crotch.

Maybe if I ignore it, it won’t mean anything.

Things come to a head two weeks later. I’m coming home from work and find the couple arguing outside their apartment. Randy is standing in the doorway of their apartment, and Sarah’s standing in the hallway. A box of stuff is separating the two.

“Are you seriously kicking me out for a few hook-ups? You’re so insecure.” Sarah cries.

“We’re done, leave.” Randy barks in return, but then a cruel smirk forms on his lips.

“But before you go, take this with ya.”

Randy turns around and squats, bringing his ass down just above the opening of the box filled with most likely Sarah’s things.

RRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFF

Randy drops a 6-second wet fart into the box.

Sarah looks disgusted, “You can keep this cheap junk you bought for me. My friends were right: you were never good enough for me.” She turns on her heels and storms off.

“I’ll send my brother to collect my clothes and the TV, since I bought it, I can’t stomach seeing you anymore.” She snarks over her shoulder.

“Yeah, well, he'd better take only what’s yours or he’ll be Rancid Randy’s next fart-bitch.” He calls out to her. To punctuate his threat, Randy hikes his right leg and farts.

FFFFFFFHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP

Sarah rolls her eyes.

As Sarah walks past me, she gives me a suspicious side glance. Did they know it was me?

My question is answered when Randy notices me.

“You!” Randy stomps up to me, his anger nearly palpable. “I don’t know how, but I know you’re responsible for all this. You’re a dead man!”

I whip out my phone and start recording. “Mind repeating that, friend. I’d also love to record you physically attacking me.”

My words have Randy coming to an immediate halt right in front of me. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are alight with fury. He knows he can’t act.

He turns around, but instead of walking away, he leans forward, jutting out his twin moons that are barely being contained by his jeans.

RRRRRRRWWWWWWWUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP

He envelopes me in an eggy fart cloud.

He mutters, “Fart-bitch,” before walking back into his apartment.

Joke's on him, I’ll be jerking off to this recording for a while.

I guess when it comes to men, I’m into big, brawny, sweaty guys who fart a lot and are assholes.

At this point, I thought the chapter of my life involving Sarah and Randy was over. But I was wrong, at least with Randy.

A few weeks later, on a Saturday morning, I’m awoken by heavy knocking on my door. It’s like six in the morning.

With me being half-asleep, I made the mistake of unlocking the door before looking through the peephole.

As soon as I start opening the door, it is kicked open, making me stumble back. Randy walks in like he owns the place. He shuts the door behind him, trapping me with him in my apartment.

The guy’s wearing a black tank top and black basketball shorts, and he’s practically dripping with sweat. I'm pretty sure he just had a grueling workout and came straight here. What the fuck?

He flashes me a devilish, toothy grin as he lets his shorts drop, revealing that he’s wearing a sweaty, dingy, used-to-be white jockstrap.

Before my still-waking-up mind can process anything, Randy charges at me and tackles me to the carpeted ground of my sparse living room.

We wrestle on the floor, well, more like he manhandles me with ease. I’m five-foot-ten and weigh only 150 pounds.

I wind up trapped between his powerful quads in a reverse headscissors. His mountainous, sweaty, and bare cheeks are only inches away from my face. The musk emitting from his crack is eye-burning.

“Surprise, fart-bitch, I work out early every morning, and it’s my neighborly duty to share my hard work and dedication with you.”

Randy reaches back and grips the back of my head. I try to resist, but he easily overpowers me, shoving my face against his sweaty, fuzzy crack.

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLAAAAAATTTTTTT

He unleashes a raunchy eruption, point-blank in my face. Along with his venting fumes, my face is sprayed with beads of ass sweat.

He starts rolling his hips, wiping his grimy crack from side to side, and up and down, all over my face as he farts non-stop.

“You thought you’d make Rancid Randy look like a fool and get away scot free.” FART “Naw, buddy,” FART “You gotta pay the price,” FART “When I’m done with you, the scent of my big musky ass will be a permanent addition to your face.”

FFFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTTT

He rips a torrent of butt rockets in my face that stinks of rancid meat and broccoli, making me cough–though it’s muffled with me being smothered by his bubbly orbs.

I shouldn’t, but I’m becoming aroused.

Still gripping the back of my head, he pulls my face away from his ass. I look up over his fleshy hillsides, which he calls butt cheeks, meeting his steely grey eyes.

“Tongue my hole. Now!” He growls through clenched teeth.

Things go dark again as I’m roughly shoved in between his boulder-sized cheeks.

My brain short-circuits as I feel my lips press against the fleshy, puckered, balloon-knot. This guy–who has anger issues and who I thought was straight–wants me, a man, to eat him out?

My mental conundrum is ended by Randy flexing his meaty thighs around my head and putting on the pressure.

“That wasn’t a request. Now get to tonguing,” he practically snarls.

Rational thinking takes a backseat to self-preservation. I extend my tongue and start licking his sweaty, wrinkly hole. I circle it with the tip of my tongue, tasting him, and I love it. It tastes salty, a bit spicy, and undeniably masculine.

His quads, wrapped around my head, relax a bit–his grip on the back of my head remains firm, holding my face in place–and I feel his big body shudder, and he lets out a quiet, pleasure-filled moan.

I flatten my tongue, licking broad strips against the pucker, wanting him to relax so it will open for me.

Randy’s completely here for it. “Fuck yeah, fart-bitch, taste me, inside and out. GGH… Emphasis on inside… NGH”

I feel his asshole lips open and push outward.

MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRVVVVVVPPPPPPP

He pushes out a 5-second fart that warms the surface of my tongue and rockets down my throat.

I break, I’m no longer doing this out of fear, I’m doing this out of sexual desire.

I start tonguing his hole with more enthusiasm. I dig the tip of my tongue in the knotted button of tissue and start wriggling it open slowly and pleasurably.

Randy gives a deep, wild moan. “That’s it, you nasty fart-bitch, eat my shit-chute. I’m a real man. I deserve this.”

He releases me from his headscissors. While keeping my face buried in his ass, he rolls us over with me lying on my back and him sitting on my face. It’s like what he did a few weeks ago, but gone is the hostility and rage. Both of us are swept up in primal lust.

I start probing my tongue deeper and deeper into him. I can tell he’s enjoying this by the sounds he is making.

He tastes so good; so masculine and addictive.

“Fucking right, fart-bitch, eat me! Eat all that I give you… HGH”

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRWWWWWWDDDDDDDDD

“Mmm, bet that had a kick to it. That was the spicy burrito I had before I hit the gym. Oh, hold on, FGH… here comes the chocolate protein shake I chugged it down with… RGH”

FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU-MMMMMMMMTTTTTTTT

His nauseating butt wind inflates my cheeks and lungs like party balloons.

While still tonguing him, I grunt when I feel Randy flick the tent popping from the crotch of my shorts.

“Well, well, well, looks like you really are a fart-bitch. Keep tonguing my fart-spewing hole and I’ll keep gassing you, that’s a promise. Heh, Rancid Randy’s fart tank is never empty.”

I start pistoning my tongue into him deeper and with more fervor.

Randy’s practically roaring and snarling like a wild animal.

He’s rocking his hips, undulating his fat, blubbery rump seated on my face.

“Fuck, you definitely want my farts, you desperate fart-bitch.” PPPBBBTTT “Fine! Take it! Take it all!” RRRWWWDDD “I'm gonna fucking drown you with my farts!”

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUVVVVVVVVV

While enduring Randy’s endless, flatulent rampage, I feel him rocking back and forth. I also hear a faint and repetitive, wet slapping sound. It’s not difficult for me to figure out what he’s doing.

The fact that this sweaty, massive man is sitting and farting on my face while getting himself off has me throbbing in my shorts.

“Hang on, fart-bitch, here comes my post-workout, morning butt-thunder; right on time. It always smells god-awful and is a real doozy. See you on the other side. Ohh… Ohhh… UGH”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDDD

3 minutes of toxic ass thunder explodes out of his hole, blasting my tongue and into my open mouth. His fumes taste bitter and stink of rancid eggs and onions.

As his fart continues, my tongue sensually slithers and dances inside Randy’s warm and velvety internal canal.

“Mhmmmmm!” My shout is muffled thanks to my face being submerged between his ample mounds.

Without touching myself, I shoot in my sleeping shorts.

Randy follows suit. I hear him growling as he thrusts into his grip while remaining seated on my face.

My shirt rode up to my chest during this intense ordeal. I feel several volleys of his essence hitting and warming my stomach.

At last, Randy rises. He pauses when his ass is hovering a few inches above my face and lets off a few purposeful poots in my face.

Pbbt, Rrvp, Fwdd

I’m caught between coughing and gagging. My entire apartment is filled with Randy’s raunchy ass musk. I doubt the smell will ever go away, and I’m not mad.

After cooling down, I sit up and watch Randy hesitantly, worried he might break into a straight crisis rage.

But Randy seems calm as he walks over to his discarded shorts and steps into them.

With his back towards me, he says, “The way I see things, you’re the reason I’ve been suffering from a serious case of blueballs for the last several weeks. Sarah may have been a lying bitch, but she knew how to suck me off. You caused this mess, and you’re gonna fix it.”

Randy comes to a complete stop when the waistband of his shorts is just below his protruding ass slabs. He looks back at me, over his shoulder. I’m surprised to see desire and interest in his expression.

He gives a nod like he’s figured it all out. “Yeah, so since you're the one responsible for getting me into this mess, you’re gonna be my solution for the foreseeable future. Around this time, every day, excluding Sundays, I’ll stop by after I work out at the gym, and you’ll eat my fat, sweaty ass and farts.”

His brow furrows in irritation. “And you better let me in when I come. Don’t think I won’t break down your door.”

This has gone from like 0 to 100.

“This is my apartment, and I’m my own person. Don’t I get a say in the matter?” I point out.

He shoots me a threatening, impish smirk. “Deal with it, this is how things are gonna go down. If you got a problem, take it up with the big guy.” Randy says before tossing a thumb over his shoulder. He then arches his back, making his meaty orbs stick out even further.

MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFVVVVVVVPPPPPPPP

Randy rips a 5-second, quack-sounding fart, refreshing the room with his rancid-egg butt scent.

I must’ve given something away because Randy looks so cocky now.

“If you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or some sort of friends-with-benefits situation going on, you'd better bring it to a hard end now. You’ve learned all too well that Rancid Randy doesn’t share what’s his.” Want and possessiveness are gleaming in his eyes, which has my breath catching.

While I’m still sitting on the floor, Randy takes several steps back, bringing his bare, fat ass right in my face. I’m immediately met with an eggy-

PPPPBBBBRRRRTTTT

He then starts slowly and sensually swaying his hips from side to side, making his basketball-sized globes wobble and jiggle from left to right. He blasts my face with a string of poots as he continues to shake his butt in my face.

Ppft, Rhhv, Mtbb

“You don’t want to feel guilty about my swampy ass claiming another victim because of you? Do you, fart-bitch?” He murmurs, looking down at me over his shoulder, that possessive gleam still alight in his eyes.

It sounds like he’s teasing, but we both know he’d do it. I was his swampy ass’ victim a few weeks ago.

My mouth feels dry. I shake my head for no.

Randy’s lips stretch into a sharkish, victorious grin, like he’s the cat who swallowed the canary, while continuing to roll his hips and poot in my face.

Fffp, Bbrp, Vvud

How do I even label this? Fart-master and slave? Fart-dom and sub? Or maybe it’s simply Rancid Randy and his fart-bitch? Whatever the title, there’s no hiding Randy’s possessive words and expressions. Could this be the starting foundation of something more meaningful in the future? Or maybe this is just about convenience until he finds a new girl. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that Randy is an unstable and dangerous wildcard, so anything is possible.

Randy stops rocking his hips, bringing his bubbly rump to a complete stop, right in my face.

He bends forward, extending all that backside even closer to my face. He reaches back with both hands and spreads his cheeks, exposing the insides of his sweaty and hairy cheeks and his musky hole.

“Kiss it goodbye for now. It’s looking forward to feeding you breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I lean forward, burying my face in his toxic canyon. When my lips meet his ass lips, I feel them twitch before opening.

FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDDDDDD

sulfursmells

Customer Service

*ring* Luka looked to the door to greet the customer. In walked a 6’2” hunk of a man in a pink set with a white baseball cap. Smitten by his looks Luka just stared as the man walked pass the counter, shooting him a playful smirk. The man walked to the back of the store, a subtly sweet smell following behind him. Luka couldn’t help himself following behind the man the smell getting stronger and more intoxicating,making sure to hide behind a shelf to not be seen peaking around the corner. The man opens the fridge bending down to grabbing a ginger ale from the bottom row. “Fuck!” He says grabbing his stomach, a low puff escaping from him. His sickling sweet smell spreading through the freezer aisle. Luka couldn’t help himself and take a large whiff, alerting the man to his presence. He turns around, Luka shocked and stands up frozen. The man walks over pushing Luka against another shelf, “I came in to get a ginger ale for my stomach but you seem to be the perfect cure.” With that he turns around his imposing frame plus his now sagging pants giving Luka the perfect view. FFRPPPPTTTBBTTTTT. “Ahhh How does that smell?” BbRrrRTtTPPpptt “ohh that hurt coming out!” bPPRBBBBBTRTWWRTRTT “That one was a but wet.” With each release Luka took as big of a whiff as he could, but that wasn’t enough he smooshed his face into the man’s clothed ass. “Surprised anyone could love this brew. *wafting his hand in front of his face* This shit is rank!!” Luka kept sniffing it smelled too good. Another customer walked in, the smell so bad he immediately ran out! “Alright time to go.” The man says blasting one final BBBRRPRPTBTBBTTTTT that had the shelf shaking and a few items falling into the ground. The heat in the store rising by a few degrees. “What kind of stomach problems does this dude have?” Luka thought to himself sweating and slumping onto the floor. The man turns around pulling up his pants, “My name is Grandy by the way. I’ll see you again real soon.” He winks at Luka and exits the store, leaving 2 dollars and his number on the counter.

str8brostink

I bet you’d love to spend the night in a tent with him

thestinkverse

Coach Gatlin: Tryouts season

You were sat on the bench in the scorching heat, sun almost blinding as you were watching the first third of the new tryouts compete on the field, desperate to earn a spot on this year's famously competitive Shatterstone College football team. You thought it was just like any other tryouts, except more competitive. Unfortunately, you were wrong. "That's time!!" Roared the respected coach, Gerard Gatlin, known to have the most impressive team lineups in college history. He was 35 but had the build of a athletic 20 year old with a nice beard and mature demeanor. The first group of tryouts came off the pitch out of breath and sweaty. It was all normal until you saw Coach Gatlin pull two players over to him as the second group rushed onto the field.

"Okay so you two were tied for scoring but I can only take one of you. Are either of you willing to kiss my ass for the spot?" As soon as the question was prompted, the left player said 'yes sir,' not even giving time to think it was a joke. "Looks like we have the winner. Better luck next time!" Coach laughs as he signals for the other player to leave. "Sorry to disappoint, but you won't be kissing my ass, just sniffing it. More specifically, sniffing my farts for a bit as I assess the second group." The player, clearly built and looking like a stereotypical alpha male, knelt down and pushed his face into the tight blue shorts of the coach without hesitation as he had dreamed of getting on the team for years.

"Good man! You clearly know that being the best takes sacrifice and commitment. Since you are essentially part of the team now, I should tell you my nickname among the lads, or more specifically, the nickname of my ass that carries out the punishments, The Gatlin Gun" Coach laughs as he lets out a fart onto the players face. You see a slight flinch but nothing too reactive. The smell blows over to you, and you gag immediately from the rotten scent. Then, another fart rips, and again, the player has a slight flinching response. You couldn't believe that the other player was taking these head on. Before the smell could reach you, another blast erupts, then another, and another. It seemed like Coach Gatlin was a full auto fart blaster. You gagged as the smell of each and every fart was carried by the wind. "Sorry for the smell! But if you plan on joining the team, you will experience it a lot!" The older man simply laughed as the quick lighting fast rips of toxic methane continued. You had no idea how the player was still alive. Sure, more powerful farts had been ripped by other men, but the Gatlin Gun name was accurate as the incredible speed of farts is what made Coach Gatlins ass deadly. Finally, the defeated football player fell backward unconscious as he had just been blasted by at least 100 farts within a few minutes.

Then came the offer of a lifetime. "You've just seen and smelt what I can do to a face, so how about I offer you something worthwhile. You get over here and take the rest of my Gatlin Guns rounds, and you're on the team, no questions asked!" The smirk of the man showed his love for dominance as the smell of a few silent farts made your stomach turn even from range, making your mind race at the thought of what to do.

fartfagoutlet

Your knees shook as you entered your office building, you swore you could still smell Derek’s foot sweat on your face, that it had absorbed into your damned skin! You shook your head and reminded yourself that you needed this, desperately. You weren’t exactly flush with cash, barely able to make your rent and you were hoping to propose to your girlfriend soon (though last night hadn’t really gone too well after all the bullying at the office, but hey, you were preoccupied).

With one last firm headshake you finished Derek’s coffee, dropped your bag at your desk and hurried to knock on his office door two minutes to 9. “Come in, FAIRY!” Derek bellowed.

You scrambled to enter and shut the office door before the whole office heard and hurried to place his coffee in front of him as he read a memo on his desk. “Sir, I told you once before, I -“

“Under the desk faggot, you’re late for fart inhalation”. He slid back with his leather office chair almost magnanimously, in a sharply tailored blue suit and barely turned his intimidating blue stare my way, making way for me to crawl into my new cramped space.

I felt my knees sink down to the ground and my palms follow, pushing me forward like a friggin’ zombie, just following orders. The chair sliding back forward to trap me and cause a strain in my hunched back as well as almost complete loss of light brought me back to the present. PpRrrRrrrrrAaaaP! The smell of rotten eggs and old cheese filled my lungs as I tried to shut my eyes and remind myself this was temporary.

“Ahhhhh coffee always makes me gassy faggot, you’ll learn that today and lots of other stuff. Park your nose right where my asshole meets the seam in my pants, I have a 1hr Webex this morning with the board - where I’m taking credit for your hard work last week actually, hahaha. You just sit there, sniff deep so I know how much you love me and your job here and give my hole a little fairy kiss each time he blasts you in the face got it?”

You feel a tear work its way down your cheek but you lean into the damp hot spot on his slick blue pants, sniff deeply so he can hear it, to which you feel his abs shake with a soft chuckle and kiss him like you would your girlfriend. BRrrrrrTtttttaattttaa!

buttsmasher

Heard You were Talking Shit

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self

theleomarspt2

Gassy Elevator bully

kipercrow

This was the best fart from the entire video

I do wonder how he got so gassy to do real farts in an elevator

sulfursmells

Dream Job

pppprrtttttttt oh kinda small, BBRRRPPPTTTT kinda heavy, PRRRBBBTTTTTTTT whew that’s a good one.

Every sound, every smell I’ve experienced them all. Everyday I get up shower and go to work. What is my job you ask? I’m a fart sniffer. I know the job that most of us would die to have, and I love every second of it.

Pro max gym is the first of its kind, anyone working out is free to rent a fart sniffer to save themselves the embarrassment of ripping on in the gym. It also helps the other gym goers not having to deal with the smell. It’s an amazing job i almost lost because one dude was too much for me.

A regular day like any other I look at my list and there is only one name he rented me for the whole day, Jack. He walked in standing 6ft, a big guy with an even bigger butt. I introduced myself and we got to work. He started with squats but he gave me a warning, “my friends call me Jack the Ripper, are you sure you can do this?” I reassured him that I was a professional. Jack shrugged his shoulders and began, each squat u got a face full of his ass. He just began but the sweat was immense, I had to hold my breath like I was swimming each time.

Then the first fart slipped it was small but pungent. “Oh is that all I can handle that.”I thought to myself, small bursts like this are no problem. Then the next came it was bigger than the last PPRRRTTTT. Oh okay that was definitely bigger but nothing I couldn’t handle. Then even bigger. PPPPPPRRRRTTTTTTT. *coughing* What the hell was that? I don’t even remember the last time a fart made me cough and I’ve hugged thousands.

Jack paused his workout for a second to look back at me. “Wow you really can take them I don’t smell a thing. Guess I can stop holding back.” He turns back around his ass looking over me. “Holding back!!!!” Before I could react his ass slams on my face. He moved on from squats to barbell lifts so he doesn’t have to get up. “This would probably be hot asf if I wasn’t horrified about how much worse his gas could become.” I didn’t have to wait as the next fart was the worst I’ve ever smelt.

BBBBRRRRPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT. The smell of Burnt rubber and raw sewage invaded my senses. I convulced under him that fart too much for me. Jack didn’t care he asked if I could handle it and I said yes. BBBBBRRPPPPTPTTTTTTTTT That sound filled the gym - for two hours this monster let rip giant horrid farts rattling the chair I was laying on. The fumes made their way throughout the gym, no one could take his gas. After his set he got up, my unconscious body laying in the bench. He took me outside with him the gym vacant.

When I came too I saw my manager in front of me asking if I’m okay. He told me that he thought about firing me since he thought I was loosing my touch since everyone could hear and smell jacks gas but he realized that his gas was inhuman and there was nothing no one could do.

“Sorry little dude, they call me Jack the ripper for a reason.

German Farts

Msn Farts In Jeans

I like this angle :)

zxxccx-deactivated20241202

The Nightmare Never Ends

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. Contains male fart fetish, piss, and scat content. The scat is limited to the indicated section so that anyone can skip it if they want.

I ran home crying. It was almost the end of my senior year of high school and I just wanted the school year to be over already. I couldn't wait to go to college and get away from the jerks I grew up with. Especially Blake. He was a typical jock - Mr. Popular, captain of the lacrosse team, and all that. Teachers loved him and thought he could do no wrong. If they only knew.

Blake has been bullying me incessantly for years now and no one knew about it except him and his teammates. It's been really rough, but I guess I should count myself slightly lucky because it definitely could be worse. Since Blake didn't want to get caught, he mainly stuck to quick and undetectable bullying methods: things like wedgies, wet willies, titty twisters, and noogies. You would think that would make it more manageable - I never had to walk around with wet hair from a swirly or anything like that for example - but the sheer frequency of it all drove me insane. Not only that, but Blake's verbal taunts slowly ate away at my self esteem.

Despite the emotional strain, I did a good job of masking my emotions. I had to. One time I made the mistake of telling on Blake. He denied it and his teammates backed him up. Since he had such a good record, the teacher took his side and chided me for trying to spread rumors. After we left our meeting with the teacher, Blake dragged me to the locker room and gave me the worst wedgie I had ever gotten. It was a squeaky clean, and he kept it up for so long that he actually drew blood. You heard me correctly, my underwear sliced my taint and although the cut was small it did bleed a bit. Blake told me if I ever tried to tell on him again, he would repeat this process until he literally sliced me in half. I know that's probably not even possible, but the threat stuck. Blake was a lot stronger than me and could easily do some damage if he wanted to, so I kept my mouth shut from that day forward.

That is, until today. I thought I mostly had a handle on Blake's bullying, but today my worst nightmare came true. You see, I have chronic hyperosmia which means my nose is very sensitive to smells. I'm on medication to try to manage it, but it still really sucks. Fortunately (and somewhat surprisingly), none of Blake's bullying ever involved smells. I think he mainly preferred to do things that would leave lasting (but undetectable) marks. Smells eventually fade, but a good wedgie could make it so I wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for days. I felt so lucky that I was going to make it through high school without my biggest bully finding out about my condition.

Unfortunately, my luck just ran out. We were in the locker room before lacrosse practice and I was getting yet another wedgie. I was waiting for it to be over so that I could just go home, when one of Blake's teammates thought it would be funny to make me smell the inside of Blake's lacrosse cleats. I immediately started panicking and upon seeing my reaction, Blake gleefully agreed. I struggled as much as I could but it was no use. They put a piece of athletic tape over my mouth to keep me quiet and make sure I could only breathe through my nose. Then, my face was shoved into the opening of one of Blake's cleats. I held my breath for as long as I could, but the need to breathe was inevitable. I reluctantly took a sniff and immediately started convulsing. This was by far the worst thing I had ever smelled. I struggled so hard that Blake's teammates lost their grip on me. I ripped the tape off my mouth and immediately puked all over the locker room floor. Everyone stared at me horrified. I took advantage of the moment of confusion to run out of there as fast as I could. My secret was out and the school year wasn't over yet. I felt like the world was coming to an end. And so we're back to me running home crying…

I wanted to go right to bed, cry myself to sleep, and try to forget what happened. But my older brother Joe stopped me and asked what was wrong. Unfortunately, we lost our parents when we were young, so Joe was all I had. Since he was legally an adult at the time, he became my guardian. He worked part-time and, while we didn't have a lot, we had enough to get by. We never fully got along, he used to mess with me a lot before our parents died. But after the accident he mellowed out a bit and we at least tolerated each other. Anyway, I tried to tell him it was nothing, but he forced the truth out of me (he threatened to fart in my face if I didn't tell him and after what happened earlier that's the last thing I needed). He didn't really react at all when I told him about how Blake had been bullying me all these years or explained what happened today. After a brief moment, he told me that he'd take care of it and then let me continue on to my bedroom. I didn't really know what he meant by that, but after all I'd been through I was too exhausted to care. I ended up just collapsing in bed and falling asleep.

…

The next day at school, I was on edge and prepared for the worst. But it never came. In fact, it seemed like Blake and his friends were intentionally avoiding me. The day after that was the same. No encounters with Blake at all. Maybe my brother really did take care of things. Finally, Friday arrived and again I made it through the day without issue. After making it half a week without any bullying, I was finally starting to breathe easier. I went home excited to just chill in my room and play videogames. After about an hour, my brother called me down to the living room saying he needed my help with something. I got there to see him standing next to a weird chair that kind of looked like a toilet seat.

Me: “What's that?”

Joe: “It's called a rim seat.”

Me: “What's a rim seat?”

Joe laughed.

Joe: “You sit in it and someone lays down below you so they can lick your butt.”

Me: “Ewwww that's disgusting.”

Joe: “I need your help testing it.”

Me: “What? I'm not going to lick your butt!”

Joe: “Don't be stupid. Of course you're not going to actually use it. I just need you to help make sure the fit is right. You're a similar size to my girlfriend, so if you can fit in it then she’ll have no problem fitting.”

Me: “I don't know, this whole thing seems really weird.”

Joe: “Oh come on, it'll only take a few minutes and then you can go to your room and get back to jacking off or whatever.”

Me: “Hey, I wasn't jacking off!”

Joe: “I was kidding…Now are you gonna help me out or not?”

I reluctantly agreed. Joe had me lie down under the seat and then started adjusting the various straps. It was super weird. It was like I was looking up out of a toilet. It felt like Joe was adjusting the straps pretty tightly, but when I complained he assured me he was almost done and would release me soon. After what seemed like forever, he stood up.

Joe: “So, are you comfy?”

Me: “Not really. The straps are pretty tight.”

Joe: “Just want to make sure I'm testing the setup as realistically as possible. One more thing before I let you go.”

Joe left and then came back with a weird looking rubber ball that had straps on it.

Joe: “I wanna see how this fits in your mouth. Don't worry, I'll clean it before using it with my girlfriend.”

Me: “Uhh, that's okay. I don't really want that thing in my mouth.”

Joe: “Come on, this is the last thing and then you're done. Unless you wanna stay there all night.”

I definitely didn't want that so I relented. He put the weird thing in my mouth and tightened the straps. When he was done, I couldn't even breathe through my mouth. I tried to say something but all that came out were muffled groans. All of the sudden, the doorbell rang.

Joe: “Perfect timing!”

He left to get the door. I started freaking out. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. My brother came back a few minutes later but he wasn't alone. My eyes almost popped out when I saw he had Blake with him. Blake must have just worked out or something because he was drenched with sweat. They both grinned at me.

Blake: “Surprised to see me?”

I let out a series of muffled grunts. Surprised was an understatement.

Joe: “I guess I owe you a little explanation. After your little breakdown the other night, I reached out to Blake here. We got to talking and he told me more about the things he's been doing to you. The more he told me, the more I realized the whole thing is pretty fucking hilarious. It was nice to hear that someone's been putting my wimp of a little brother in his place. When we got to your little barfing incident, I explained to Blake all about your weird smell disorder. He was bummed that he hadn't heard about it sooner so that he could have taken advantage of it more. And that got me thinking, why don't we take advantage of it? Apparently, Blake has IBS and is lactose intolerant. That's a recipe for some really gnarly farts. So I thought it would be fun to have Blake sit on your face for the ENTIRE weekend and rip ass. Fortunately, Blake was nice enough to agree to give up his weekend just to entertain you. That's why you're strapped into a rim seat and can only breathe through your nose.”

Blake: “And as an extra gift for you, I haven't showered in three days and just got back from a nice long run.”

Joe: “Dude, that's nasty! I was wondering why you reek so much.”

They both laughed. I looked back at them horrified. I tried as hard as could to get a word out and reason with them, but it was no use.

Joe: “There's also gonna be some other changes around here. Starting now, you're officially done with your medications. No one wants to see you puke all over the place so you'll still be taking your anti-barf drug. I actually switched out your bottle for one with a higher dose after your incident with Blake the other day because clearly the dose you were on wasn't strong enough given how you wrecked the locker room floor. Aside from that though, nothing else. No more smell dampeners and no more anti-migraine pills. Blake is going to provide you with a lot new scents to sample, and you're going to show him some respect by fully experiencing those smells unrestricted.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There's no way they could go through with this, it would be full on torture. I struggled against my bonds as hard as I could and tried to scream.

Joe: “Looks like someone's excited to get started! Ready to take a seat Blake?”

Blake: “Hell yeah, let's do this!”

Blake walked over to me and turned around. I continued to struggle but they both ignored me. Blake pulled down the back of his shorts and I got my first glimpse of his bare ass (he was wearing a jockstrap rather than boxers). It was pretty hairy and glistening with sweat.

Blake: “Welcome to your new life, bitch!”

And with that, Blake slammed his bare ass down onto my face. I was caught off guard by the force of it and ended up taking a huge breath in. I immediately felt like my entire body was on fire. It smelled like the entire concentrated essence of the locker room at school was being forced up my nose. I’d give anything to smell Blake's cleat again instead of this. I started crying and convulsing. Blake and my brother found this hilarious.

Blake: “Dude he fucking hates it!”

Joe: “Yeah he does! This is too perfect. Haven't even gotten to the worst of it yet.”

Blake: “Feels so weird to have him huffing my asshole.”

If only he knew. It was definitely 1000x worse on my end.

Joe: “Remember our agreement. You have to sit there without getting up until Monday morning. He's gotta spend 60 full hours in your ass.”

Blake: “Don't worry man. I'm not going anywhere. I got the TV and my phone to keep me occupied…and the comfiest seat in the house.”

Joe: “Sweet. I'm gonna go chill in my room then, but before I go, I gotta hear you fart.”

Blake: “Thought you'd never ask. Bombs away!”

PRBRBTPRBBRRTBBPBRPBRBTRBTPRT

It was one of the longest farts I ever heard. I lost count after 10 seconds. When I eventually had to breathe in, I immediately wished someone would just cut off my nose and put me out of my misery. It literally smelled like someone had shoved my head in the toilet of the world's dirtiest porta potty. I was sobbing at this point.

Joe: “That was awesome! I can't even begin to imagine how bad that smelled. Glad I'm not in his position. I’ll leave you to it now. If you need anything, just shoot me a text. Make sure to rip ass as much as possible. Wanna make sure he never forgets this experience.”

Blake: “With pleasure!”

…

Hours went by. I could no longer think straight. I still could not fathom how either of them could think this was okay. I heard my brother enter the room.

Joe: “I bought dinner!”

Blake: “Aww, Taco Bell! Sweet!”

I groaned. I know what Taco Bell means.

Blake: “That's right. You thought my farts were bad before, wait until after I get this into my system.”

Joe: “That's not all. I wanted to make sure our little friend here has the best night possible, so I got you an extra large milkshake for dessert.”

Blake: “Dude you're evil! That thing is gonna tear up my insides.”

Joe: “Let's hope so! I'll let you enjoy dinner. Have fun you two!”

…

I was shocked by how quickly Blake ate his dinner and downed his milkshake. It felt almost inuman. Whatever show he was watching must have been hilarious, because I could feel his butt shake on my face anytime he laughed. All of the sudden, I heard his stomach make a very concerning sound.

Blake: “Joe you gotta come down here.”

I heard my brother come down the stairs.

Joe: “What's up?”

Blake: “It's all hitting, this is gonna me massive.”

Joe: “Do it, I can't wait!”

PPTPRTPRPTRPRTPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Massive was an understatement. This lactose intolerant, IBS-fueled mega fart really pushed me to my limits. It felt like my entire skull was rattling. And the smell was indescribable. I felt like my nose was gonna melt off my face. Both of my torturers were beside themselves with laughter.

Joe: “That was the best thing I ever heard. And he had no choice but to take it all, what a loser!”

Once they composed themselves, they realized it was getting kind of late.

Blake: “So what are the sleeping arrangements? Think I might get cramps if I have to sit in this chair all night.”

Was I about to get a temporary reprieve? I definitely could use a break.

Joe: “Way ahead of you. Get up for a sec.”

He dragged something into to the room. It looked like a cot. I was confused where he was going with this until I saw that there was a hole cut through the cot, right at the part where a person's ass would be when they laid in it. He positioned the cot so the hole was over the rim seat.

Joe: “There, now he's all set to deal with your ass for the entire night. Probably not the most comfy thing, but it should work.”

Blake: “Yeah I guess. Not thrilled about this, but at least it'll suck more for him than it does for me.”

Joe: “That's the spirit!”

Blake got ready for bed. Then he got into the cot and positioned his butt through the hole. It actually worked better than I think we both thought it would. His butt sank through and made pretty firm contact with my face.

Blake: “Ya know, this isn't actually so bad. It's definitely not great, but knowing your face is in my ass makes it more bearable. Today's really been the best. Looking forward to more tomorrow. Just a heads up, I fart A LOT in my sleep, so you're in for a fun night…especially after that milkshake. And just for you, even though I'm not really cold, I'm using a blanket to ensure all the gas stays down there with you. Nighty night bitch.”

With one last horrible fart, Blake settled in. He wasn't kidding about his night gas either. It was rough. Any time I thought I was going to fall asleep and have a moment’s rest, a massive fart would blast me awake. This was by far the worst night of my life.

…

The cot had been moved away and Blake was sitting on my face again eating breakfast. Every so often, he would rip a fart just to “keep me in my place” as he would say. My anti-migraine medicine was now fully out of my system. Without it, intense smells gave me terrible headaches. As you can imagine given my current situation, my head was absolutely killing me. My brother must have been reading my mind. He entered the room and I felt him put something in my ears.

Blake: “Why are you putting AirPods in his ears?”

Joe: “He's off his anti-migraine medicine so I imagine his head must be killing him given what he's been dealing with from your ass. Figured it would be fun to blast some music in his ears, just to make sure he really suffers.”

Blake: “Wow you really are evil dude! You should totally do it though. I'll blast some gas to make it even worse.”

I wasn't even surprised at this point. It was clear both of these guys were complete sadists. As the music blared and the farts ripped, I felt like my head was actually going to explode. I prayed that I would pass out to get away from the pain, but unfortunately my prayers went unanswered.

…

[This section contains scat]

Saturday night. The halfway point of the weekend. My face had been planted in Blake's ass pretty much nonstop. My brother was sitting on the couch nearby and they were chatting. Blake's stomach made another weird noise.

Blake: “Whoa, think I'm gonna have to get up for a bit.”

Joe: “Hey dude, remember our deal…”

Blake: “Sorry, I gotta take a massive shit. I can sit on him again when I'm done.”

Joe: “Oh is that all? Just use him.”

Blake: “Are you serious?”

Joe: “Sure I am! Look at his position, he's basically a toilet.”

Blake: “You’re really not joking? That's crazy dude! This is gonna be awesome!”

Joe: “Glad to see you're on board. Let's get him ready so you can unload.”

Blake got off my face. My brother undid the straps and took my gag out of my mouth.

Me: “Please. Don't do this to me!”

Joe: “I don't think you're in any position to stop us.”

Me: “Please! Haven't I suffered enough?”

Joe: “The answer to that question will always be no.”

He pulled out another gag that looked like a metal ring.

Me: “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

Joe: “Because you're a massive wimp and this is what wimps deserve.”

Blake: “And it's also a lot of fun.”

Joe: “Yeah that too. When Blake and I were planning for this, we decided you needed to be put in your place. Neither of us really like you, so we both agreed not to pull any punches. I could have gotten a cool brother who’s fun to hang out with. Instead I got you. In my mind, with each thing we subject you to, we're one step closer to making up for that injustice.”

Blake: “Face it bitch, you're right where you belong.”

Before I had a chance to say anything else, my brother secured the ring gag in place. After a little more taunting, Blake said he was about to burst so my brother told him to sit down and do his business. I expected him to place his asshole over my mouth, but instead he pulled his dick out and put in my mouth.

Blake: “Always gotta piss before I shit. You better swallow every last drop if you know what's good for you.”

His stream started strong. It was hard to keep up with it. The taste was acrid but I was expecting a lot worse. I didn't really even have time to process it though because I was so focused on swallowing - I didn't even want to know what would happen if I spilled a drop. He must have drank a lot since this went on for quite a while. Finally, the stream died down and he was done. He shook his dick over my mouth to make sure he got every last drop in.

Blake: “Okay, on to the main event.”

Joe: “This is gonna be so gross! I almost wanna leave the room but I have to see this happen to him.”

Blake slid forward and positioned his hole over my mouth. He started off by releasing a bunch of farts right onto my tongue. I gagged violently.

Blake: “If you think my farts taste bad, you're in for a rough surprise.”

After a few more farts, his asshole began to expand and a massive turd started making its way out. Blake kept pushing and soon it entered my mouth. It brushed against my tongue and the taste was worse than I could have ever imagined. I wasn't sure if I I'd actually be able to swallow it. As usual, Blake was one step ahead of me. Rather than breaking it off and letting it fall into my mouth, he just kept pushing out more of it. Soon it reached the back of my throat and yet it kept coming. My throat opened up and it started to slide down. Just when I thought I was going to lose the ability to breathe, it finally broke off. I was laying there with a massive shit log with one end wedged halfway down my throat and the other end sticking out of my mouth. My mind went completely numb and I wished I was dead. Blake got up for a sec to admire his work.

Blake: “Holy fuck that's so nasty! Almost makes me wanna puke.”

Joe: “Yeah it really is disgusting. I gotta get a picture of this though.”

He pulled out his phone and snapped a pic.

Blake: “That's a lot, he may have trouble swallowing it all.”

Joe: “One way to find out. You know what to do, swallow down Blake's gift.”

I tried to swallow but it was too much. I think Joe realized I needed to chew if I had any hope of swallowing this monster log so, after letting me know how much I'd regret it if I tried to spit it out, he unstrapped the ring gag and slowly slid out of my mouth over the turd. Since I had no other option, I bit the turd in half. The taste made me want to vomit, but unfortunately the anti-nausea medication was working all to well (Joe had slipped me another dose at breakfast time - it would have been great if he gave me food, but I digress). Slowly but surely, I was able to force the part of the turd that was stuck in my throat down the rest of the way. That just left the part that was still in my mouth. Hating myself every step of the way, I chewed up the disgusting log and finally swallowed it down.

I thought this ordeal was finally over, but Blake said that he still had more left in him. They didn't even bother with the ring gag this time - they knew I was broken. I opened my mouth when they ordered me to and then Blake sat right down on it. I guess that monster turd was it for his solid waste, because next Blake pushed out a whole mouthful of diarrhea. I didn't think anything could taste worse than the first log, but this proved me wrong. They made me swish it around and chew out all the chunks before swallowing it. It was absolutely awful. After 3 more mouthfuls of liquid shit, Blake was finally done. They made me lick Blake's asshole clean, but after what I had just been through that was a piece of cake. Once I finished with that, my brother put the ball gag back in my mouth (he made sure to let me know how sad he felt that he didn't also have to take a dump right now) and then they set up the cot again so Blake could get some sleep.

[End of scat]

…

Sunday was more of the same. They experimented with different foods to try to get Blake's gas to smell as bad as possible. It felt like time was crawling.

…

Finally, Monday morning came. I would finally be free from this hell. They couldn't keep me in here forever, Blake and I had to go to school. My brother walked in carrying my laptop. Why did he have that?

Joe: “Before we let you go, we have a little surprise for you. Another thing I learned from talking to Blake is that he's going to the same college as you. With that in mind, we thought of a way to make your college experience more fun.”

He turned my laptop towards me and I couldn't believe what I saw. Blake had sent me a request to be my roommate and they accepted it on my behalf. My brother motioned for Blake to sit on my face again so he did and then he immediately ripped a massive fart.

Joe: “That's it for the visuals so you may as well get comfy while we tell him about his new life. Here's how it's gonna be. From now on, you're on call to sniff Blake's farts whenever he wants. Furthermore, Blake is officially prohibited from using the toilets in school. When he has to go, he will text you and you will let him do his business in your mouth. If you fail either of those duties, we will start to involve the entire lacrosse team in the fun, and we know you don't want that. For college, as you saw, you and Blake are going to be roommates. You'll both be living in the athletic dorm, and fortunately one of my friends is an RA there. They will make sure to tailor your roommate agreement to ensure that you have to take as many of Blake's farts as possible along with whatever else comes out of his body. If you don't, you'll get kicked out of college. If that happens, we'll make you continue to live with Blake anyway and you can use your newfound free time to do extra chores and maybe even provide your services to the other athletes in the dorm. As you can see, not getting kicked out is in your best interest. In fact, your only way out of this situation is to do really well in college, get a good job, and move somewhere far away from us. Otherwise, you'll be stuck forever.”

They both grinned at me. I felt hopeless. I was stuck in a living nightmare with no escape.

Blake: “Don't worry bitch, your brother is gonna let me bring the rim seat to college with us. It'll be just like this weekend but on repeat. Hope you're excited, because the fun is never gonna end!”

He let out one last fart and, with that, they finally let me out and told me to get ready for school. I was starving since I hadn't eaten anything all weekend (well any food that is), but I didn't feel like eating right now. I forced myself to eat an apple just to have some food in my system. I went through the motions of getting ready for the day but my mind was elsewhere. I began to tear up as the full weight of dread for what lies ahead started to sink in…

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