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[jay-andom-writing]

My New Boss - Part 2: Fitting In

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M4M - fart fetish, facesitting, humiliation, boss/employee dynamic

All characters are 18+

Author Note: Sorry for the huge delay between parts. This one felt like a necessary bridge between the first part and the rest of what I want to write, which will mostly focus on specific scenarios I find hot. But because it's a little more tame it took me longer. Expect some very fun stuff coming soon from part 3 moving forward!

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I woke up Monday morning anxious, restless, and a little bit excited.

Was this really happening? Was I really about to go to work for a boss who was going to be farting on me all day? It seemed like a stupid, horny fantasy, but somehow it had become my real life! My heart was pounding as I got ready, left my house, and drove myself to work.

Once I got to the office I found Manuel already sitting behind his large executive desk. He greeted me with a warm smile as I made my way over to my own desk. He stood up and strode over to me as I sat down.

"Good morning, Jason. So glad you decided to take this position, I really think you'll be an asset to this company." He winked at me when he said 'asset.' "Let me know if you need anything today while you're settling in." I nodded and thanked him, and he gave me another warm smile and turned back to his desk.

As Manuel turned back to his desk, I turned my attention to my computer. Because of that, it took me a few seconds to notice that Manuel wasn't walking back to his desk. Instead, he backed up his thick slack-clad cheeks into my face right as I turned back to look at him, earning me a facefull of point-blank ass.

Bbbblrblrblrblrblrrrp!

A bubbly, bassy fart sounded off across my face. My nostrils immediately felt the sting of the sulfuric scent, and I reeled back in surprise. Manuel snorted at my reaction.

"What can I say? Coffee in the morning always makes me gassy."

I let out a short, awkward laugh, then just looked down at my computer. My shoulders were tense, I still didn't know what the appropriate reaction to have was in this professional environment. I could feel in my pants what reaction I wanted to have. I wanted to shove my face into his ass and beg for more. But my anxiety kept me from doing that. Instead I just watched sheepishly as Manuel returned to his desk, slowly letting my body relax and turning my attention to work.

Things only escalated over the next few hours. Manuel's gas was legendary. Every few minutes without fail there would come a deep rumbling from the cushion of his chair. I was convinced at this point he'd picked out the chair specifically because of how loud it made his farts sound. I also slowly realized that he must have been holding back during my trial run. Because now he was letting loose with reckless abandon. As noon approached the air in the office started taking on an eggy odor, even from where I was sitting.

For the first hour or so my cock was hard as steel hearing the constant butt thunder coming from my boss. Then eventually I got used to the sounds enough to not be constantly bricked. Though sometimes a particularly deep and bubbly blast would make my dick perk up again. And all the while I continued to feel this awkward mix of arousal, embarrassment, and unease. I was beginning to wonder if I'd be able to make it through the day with my sanity intact when lunch time finally arrived.

Manuel got up from his desk. "I should be back in an hour, but don't wait for me. There's this new burrito place that just opened and I've been eager to try it." He gave me a smirk and I smiled back sheepishly. He strode over to my desk, where I was pulling out my own pre-packed lunch, and put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll give you a taste of what's coming after lunch," he said.

My boss put his boot up on my desk and grabbed the back of my head. In one smooth motion, Manuel pulled my face up under his cocked hips and into the depths of his taint. I could feel his big balls resting on the back of my head, pressing through the fabric of the slacks. I wondered for a second if he even had underwear on, and felt my face flush. While I was still processing all of this I felt him tense.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!

It was loud, and bubbly, and long. I felt my head shake as it rippled across my nose and cheeks. And the smell -- Fuck! The smell! Like rotten eggs and beans. It made me gag and cough. And it made my cock throb like nothing else.

For a second I lost control of my senses. I drove my nose deeper into Manuel's ass and sniffed loudly and deeply. I was feral with lust, I needed more of his gas like I needed air. My hand started drifting towards my cock when I snapped out of it. Immediately I felt the tips of my ears go hot as shame washed over me.

Manuel didn't seem to care, he just let out a hearty laugh as I dove my nose in deeper. When I pulled away a few seconds later he said "Oh, giving up so soon? I'll have to hold you down next time." My cock jumped again hearing him say that. He gave me a wink and laughed again, apparently seeing something funny in my shocked expression. He turned away, stuck his ass out to let rip another quick fart, then strode out of the office and off to lunch.

I was left reeling. Shame and anxiety racing through my brain, accompanied by a confusing amount of arousal and desire. Was I cut out for this? Maybe taking this position was a mistake. This was a crazy situation and I wasn't sure I could figure out how to cope with it.

When Manuel came back from lunch, after spending some time catching up on emails and having me take down a few memos, he called me over to the chair in front of his desk. I was nervous as to what this might be about. My heart was pounding in my ears.

"Jason," he began. "You seem tense. I worry that, even though you accepted my offer, you're not really settling in to your special duties the way you should be."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry, sir, I just--"

He raised his hand to stop me. "I didn't ask you to apologize. I'm just worried that I haven't done enough to help you be comfortable."

"No, sir, Manuel, you've been more than accommodating, I just don't know if..." I stopped to think for a moment. "I guess I'm just nervous. Not wanting to be, uh, unprofessional, when performing my 'special duties.'"

"Ah, now I think I understand," there was a look of recognition in his eyes. "Then let me help you. I think we can help you overcome that anxiety and get settled in, properly." He smiled that winning smile at me, and I began to feel just a little less nervous.

Manuel went over a to plush chair pushed against the wall opposite my desk and removed the seat cushion. He then placed the cushion on the floor in the middle of the office.

"Here, Jason, I want you to lie down on the floor for me."

I was hesitant for a moment, but Manuel was smiling at me, his grin warm with a hint of mischief. I figured if I was going to try to keep this job, I needed to learn to trust him, and let go of my anxiety over our special dynamic.

I walked over to him, got down on the floor, and laid my head on the cushion. Looking up, Manuel towered over me, looking even bigger than he normally did.

My boss got down on one knee and looked down at me. "Now Jason, I'm going to help you get over this anxiety. So that means I'm not gonna get up until you learn to relax and enjoy yourself." He winked at me as he said that, then in one swift motion he turned around and sat his huge bubbly butt directly on my face.

Though he was fast, Manuel's movements were also controlled, so his ass felt surprisingly gentle as he let it smother me. I felt his ass cheeks expanding to envelope my whole face. While his slacks provided a barrier between my nose and the depths of his ass crack, I could still feel the heat radiating off his hole, and smell the strong manly musk filling my nostrils as he pressed me deeper and deeper into his girthy buns. I was almost certain now that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"How does it smell down there?" He asked me. He lifted his ass a little so I was able to speak freely.

"It's-- Uh..." I hesitated, feeling self conscious that I was enjoying this so much already. But I told myself to just relax, that Manuel wanted me to enjoy this, that it was OK for me to be honest. "It smells really amazing, sir. It's strong, and musky, and manly." I was getting a little breathless; my heart rate was rising and I was getting excited.

He just laughed softly and lowered his ass back down on my face. "If you think it smells manly now, get a load of this." He grunted and through his slacks I felt his hole pushing out.

PPPPFFFFFFFBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTT!

A loud five second long gas bomb exploded across my face. It was airy and bassy and vibrated my whole head when Manuel let it rip. I could already feel my cock hardening in my pants. Then the smell hit me. Meaty and thick, with a spicy kick to it that made me cough. The scent coated the inside of my nostrils instantly. It pushed its way down my throat as I coughed. With Manuel's hole less than an inch from my nose, there was no escaping it.

I coughed a second time and heard Manuel say something like "You okay down there?" I opened my mouth to start some response, but my boss must have heard me take a breath in getting ready to speak, because before I could say anything--

BRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPTTT!

Another massive blast, this one aimed directly at my opened mouth, rippled out of my boss's asshole. This one smelled way worse. There was an acrid quality to it, and I instantly started into a coughing fit. Manuel eased his ass off of my face to give me some time to recover.

"Are you ready to keep going?" He asked.

I hesitated. "I don't know, I don't wanna keep you..." I was cut off by my bosses big pillowy ass pressing back down on me. I heard his stomach rumble loudly and knew I was in for it.

"Obviously you still need to relax. No worries!"

BRRRRPPT!

"Adjusting to a new job takes time..."

BRPRPRPRPRPPP!

"...and you need time to find your footing..."

BRRPT! BRRRPT! BRRRRPPPT!

"...but I'm sure with a little help..."

PPPPRRRRRRRRBBBBBTT!

"...you'll fit in just fine!"

With the words "fit in," he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my face tightly into his ass.

FWWWWOOOOOMMMMMPHSSSSSSH!!!

A final 10-second long monster of a fart trumpeted out of Manuel's ass, billowing out across my face as it was trapped between his two titanic cheeks. For a few seconds I was just in shock; the previous five minutes of non-stop butt blasts had happened so rapidly that I couldn't fully process it. The smell brought me back to reality. The thick scent of sulfur and beans clogged my every pore and hung in the back of my throat. It was disgusting and intoxicating at the same time.

At that point I noticed the painfully hard boner tenting my pants as well. I had managed not to shoot involuntarily (surprising, considering how much more intense today had been), but my arousal was still embarrassingly obvious to Manuel. He must have felt me tense at that realization, because I heard him laugh softly.

"Now I just got you to relax, don't go getting anxious on me again. If you do, you're never gonna get out of these cheeks."

I involuntarily let out a soft moan at that prospect, which earned me a full laugh from my boss. My cock wasn't getting any softer either.

"Now," Manuel continued. "My ass just did a lot of hard work for you. Give it a kiss to say thank you."

My inhibitions gone, I started kissing my boss's ass over and over again, laying my lips on his round slack-covered ass cheeks over and over again. It was clear he relished my adoration, as Manuel let me make out with his ass for about a minute before he got up.

He offered me his hand to help me to my feet. I took it and we just looked at each other for a moment, him smiling at me with that hint of mischief in his eyes, me vaguely aware of a dumb grin plastered across my face. Manuel leaned in and whispered.

"Are you feeling good? More comfortable?"

I nodded, still dazed from the experience, and said "Yes, sir!"

His smile grew wider. "Good, good. So I expect you to keep the position as my assistant? And you'll be able to handle your special duties?"

My cock got hard again as he said that. But I nodded again. "Anything you need, sir." And I knew in that moment, I really did mean anything.

[jay-andom-writing]

My New Boss - Part 1: The Interview

(Image by @ ilpappadepeppa on X)

M4M - Fart fetish, facesitting, humiliation, boss/employee power dynamic

All characters are over 18

I had been looking for a job for about six months. I had a good office manager position at a small company for a couple years, but when the company fell on hard times they went through layoffs, and my position got cut. I was trying to find something corporate again, but the job market wasn't doing me any favors, and my safety net was running thin. That's when I got the interview for a personal assistant position for the CEO of a local marketing agency.

So I found myself sitting in a very lush office, staring at Manuel Romero. He was a broad latino man, fit but with a healthy layer fat padding his stomach and (I couldn't help but notice) his hips. I had already aced an interview with HR, but they told me Mr. Romero liked to personally interview his assistants before they were hired. With his dark, piercing eyes searching my face as we talked, I felt a small churn of anxiety the whole first half of the interview. But still, I was confident I could impress him.

We had been talking for maybe fifteen minutes about my qualifications and experience, Mr. Romero had also asked if I was able to work overtime on the weekends as needed, which wasn't a problem for me. After that he picked up his mug.

"Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Daniels, I need a refill." He stood up and made his way over to a small table in the back corner of the office that had a personal coffee machine for him to use. As he stood up and walked away from me I couldn't help but notice his massive cheeks. His ass was broad and fat, jiggling a little as he walked. It looked like the man had two beach balls stuffed down the back of his pants. I was so enthralled by his massive rump that I didn't even notice Mr. Romero looking over his shoulder at me. The second I saw his eye I looked away, immediately mortified that I had been caught. Good luck getting the job now! How could I have been so stupid? Still, in spite of my embarrassment, I swore I almost saw a hint of mischief in the way he looked at me.

Mr. Romero returned to his seat with his fresh cup of coffee. My ears felt hot. But he didn't say anything about my voyeurism, instead jumping right back into the interview where we left off. We talked a bit more about what would be expected of me if I got the job. After a few minutes he paused and took a deep sip from his coffee mug.

He sighed loudly. "That hits the spot," He said. Then, without warning, a deep rumbling *Bbbbbrrrrrrrrlrlrlrlrl* exploded against the CEO's plush office chair cushion. Immediately, my heart rate quickened. I had a huge fart fetish, and watching this godly specimen of a man rip ass with no hesitation made me feel flush. I subtly crossed my ankles, hoping to compress the rising boner I was getting and prevent it from tenting my slacks. I could feel heat rising in my ears again.

Mr. Romero just smirked at me and said, "My apologies, how terribly rude of me." I quickly mumbled back "No, it's fine, it happens..." before trailing off a bit. I tried to avoid Mr. Romero's dark eyes, it felt like he was looking right through me. He still had that smirk on his face, as if amused by some joke I was missing. He cleared his throat.

"Well, Jason, I'm happy to tell you I think you're a great candidate for the position." My eyes lit up and I finally met Mr. Romero's gaze again. I went to thank him but he held up a hand. "However, before I officially hire you, I'd like you to come in tomorrow for a sort of trial run. We can also use it as an opportunity for you to get all the necessary paperwork filled out with HR. But you'll get to see what being my assistant is really like, and if all goes well, the job is yours." He gave me a big, warm smile and stuck out his hand for me to shake. I shook it, thanking him profusely for the opportunity. He kept smiling at me, and I thought for a second I saw that same mischievous glint in his eye.

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I woke up early the next morning. It was a Friday, so if the trial run went well I'd have the weekend to prepare for the new position. I put on a pair of dark gray slacks and a nice button-up shirt, with a nice vest over the top. I fixed my hair, grabbed a granola bar for breakfast, and headed in for work.

When I arrived at my new boss's office I saw he was already at his desk. "Good morning, Mr. Romero," I said. "I hope I'm not late."

"Not at all, no need to worry. I just like to get here about a half hour ahead of the day to get my desk in order." He smiled at me, the same warm smile as the day before. "Oh, and since we're going to be colleagues, feel free to call me Manuel."

The first hour or so of my work day was taken up with HR paperwork, but once that was cleared I got to work properly. Manuel had set up a desk for me in his office, to the right of his own desk and facing the left-hand wall. This means we could see each other but also had some privacy for our computer monitors as we worked. The day was progressing mostly uneventfully. But then, as I was in the middle of referencing some expense reports, I heard it.

PHhhhBRRRRRLRLRLRlrlrlrlr

A bassy, ten second long fart came rumbling from behind Manuel's desk. I immediately felt my cock hardening. Without even thinking, I glanced over at Manuel and found him already staring at me. I looked away as quickly as I could, hoping beyond hope that my blushing cheeks wouldn't betray me.

Without warning another deep fart sounded. Brrrrrrrpt! I decided not to even risk looking this time. But I could feel my boss's eyes on me, almost like he wanted me to react. Instead I tried my best to focus on my work. I was grateful for the desk that blocked his view of my tenting pants. When I heard Manuel resume typing, I glanced back at him one last time. He seemed mostly unphased, save for the tiniest hint of a smile lingering on his face.

The next two hours were punctuated by a rhythm of loud and rumbling butt blasts. Every ten or so minutes, a new bassy bomb would drop, and I was forced to try my best to ignore it. The near constant bombardment kept my dick aching all through the morning hours. Mercifully, noon arrived, and Manuel and I took lunch. My boss mentioned he might be back late, and gave me a few small tasks to take care of if I got back before him.

True to his prediction, I got back to the office before Manuel, so I started back on my work. Before long though, he was walking through the office door with a folder in hand. He dropped it off with me, explaining the contents and what reports he needed me to compile. I gave him a quick nod and an affirmative as he turned to walk behind my desk towards his own.

Suddenly I felt something soft, warm, and large pressing into the back of my head. Tan pants fabric filled out by two beach-ball shaped cheeks pressed itself against my neck and wrapped itself around the sides of my face. I could smell the musk radiating off of Manuel's fat ass, sweaty from the day's work. I stiffened involuntarily, letting Manuel push his ass even more firmly against my head. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I felt his ass tense.

BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPT!

I startled a bit, then coughed as a meaty stench overwhelmed me. His fart smelled strong and acrid, and it was like the stink clung to the inside of my nostrils. The smell was hellish, but my cock was in heaven.

"Phew," Manuel let out a long sigh of relief, removing his ass from the back of my head. "I had been holding that one in way too long. Thanks, Jason." He clapped a hand on my shoulder and gave me a friendly shake, which helped bring me out of my stupor. Then he returned to his desk and started working again as if nothing had happened. I just kept staring at him for a while, wondering if I should say something. My cock was still solid as a brick. Eventually he noticed me looking at him, dumbfounded. "Carry on Jason, don't let your work get away from you."

With that he returned his work, and I did my best to return to mine.

The rest of the workday continued as if nothing happened. Manuel kept letting loose bassy farts into his office chair every fifteen minutes or so. This time each one was punctuated by an exaggerated, moaning sigh of relief from my boss. It felt almost like he was intentionally trying to tease me, to make sure I noticed his prolific gas. Not like I could have possibly missed them with how loud they were. And they stunk too. The smell was much more noticeable after lunch, even all the way at my desk. Finally five o' clock rolled around. I hurriedly started packing up to leave when Manuel motioned for me to sit in the chair opposite the front of his desk.

Manuel got up out of his chair and came around to the front of the desk, standing in front of me, leaning back and sitting his copious ass on the edge of the desk. He towered over me. I wanted to stare straight ahead, but I was currently eye level with his crotch, so instead I looked up at his face. I didn't know what to expect.

"Well, Jason, I think this trial run was a success. You're certainly more than capable of being my assistant." I was overjoyed to hear this, but I felt like there was more he wanted to say, so I held my tongue and just smiled.

He continued. "Now, there's another part of the job we should address. I have certain...digestion issues, as you may have noticed. And what's more, I enjoy blowing off a little steam from time to time at someone else's expense. Like I did to you earlier when I got back from lunch. So with the combination of noise and smell disruptions, and my own mischief making behavior, it can make it hard to find an assistant who can keep up with all that."

He was looking very intently at me now, and I was trying not to meet his gaze. "Oh, well, I mean, I didn't mind it too much, it was only a little distracting but it's--"

BBBRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrpt!

The thunderous fart cut me off mid ramble. I could feel myself blushing. The smell was intense, the source only a few feet away from me.

Manuel started speaking again. "Listen, Jason, you don't need to be bashful with me. I noticed yesterday your...interest, in my special talent. I mean your pants are making that clear right now." He pointed at my crotch, which had tented embarrassingly. I quickly folded my hands over the offending hump, feeling the blushing worsen.

He got up from the desk and stood directly in front of me. Even standing up Manuel was a towering 6'4 while I was a mere 5'11. But with me sitting in the chair below him, his impressive frame was even more massive.

"I'd like to offer you the job. You have no obligation to take it, but if you do take the position I can promise you'll be paid quite a bit more than the job listing offered. That listing didn't account for this 'extra work,' shall we say. Not to mention, you'll get plenty of daily perks." He flashed me a smile at that and let loose another bubbly fart, this one abrupt and wet. The smell made me cough, which earned me a chuckle from my boss.

Could this really be happening? A well paying job with great benefits, easy work I was familiar with, and on top of that my boss is a smokeshow who wants to indulge my fart fetish every day at work. It honestly felt too good to be true, like somehow I was being tricked.

Manuel must have sensed my hesitation. "Here, why don't you take the weekend to mull it over. I realize it's a big ask in a lot of ways, so just let me know your decision by the end of the day on Monday." He stuck out his hand for me to shake it. I took it, and he grasped my hand firmly, giving it a good shake. But then he didn't let go of my hand. "And one more thing, I wanted to give you a little taste of what you can expect if you do say yes."

Gripping my hand he yanked me forward right as he swiftly turned around. I faceplanted into his huge butt, getting a good whiff of his heavy musk, strong after a full day of his ass trapped in these slacks. Part of me wanted to tear his slacks off and bury my face in his bare ass, but overall I was too stunned to act. I felt his ass sit back on me, pushing my back into the chair, and smothering my face in warm fabric. Right when my breathing started to get labored from the weight, he stopped pressing down. I was completely pinned under his ass, and it all happened in maybe ten seconds.

I heard Manuel's voice, slightly muffled by his ass pressing down on me, say, "You know Jason, believe it or not, I've actually been holding back all day." After that terrifying statement, I felt his ass tense.

FWOOOOOOUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH

A massive, ten second long gas bomb exploded directly on my face. It hit my nose first, sending shots of toxic, sulfurous stink up into my sinuses. I immediately started gagging and coughing, which was a big mistake. Opening my mouth, the rest of the rancid meaty fart flooded down my throat. I could taste the stink on the back of my tongue. My face was hot and sweating. My cock couldn't take any more. I shot my load right there in my pants.

When Manuel got up off of me and turned to look at me, I heard a peel of laughter escape him. Not cruel or mocking, but more of a genuine shocked sort of laughter. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you so bad Jason, sorry bud." He clapped me on the shoulder in his friendly way. Looking down I could see what must have sparked his laugh, a very obvious wet stain on my slacks.

"Hey, feel free to use the executive bathroom to get yourself cleaned up before you head home. I hope I hear from you by Monday, Jason." He was beaming. In spite of what just happened to me, I was smiling back at him too.

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I got cleaned up in the extremely nice executive bathroom, grabbed me things, and went back home to my apartment. When I got home it was late. I fell into bed, thinking about how my day had gone.

Was I really going to take the job? A great salary with full benefits, doing work I was already comfortable with, and all at the price of letting my hot boss fart on my face whenever he wants. A part of me was apprehensive. Even normally, Manuel would hold a lot of power over my as my boss. Trusting him with this kind of sexual secret in a work setting definitely didn't feel 100% appropriate. On the other hand, he hadn't pressured me at all, even assured me there were no hard feelings if I didn't take the job. I'd just have to weigh the risk that Manuel could turn out to be manipulative.

Stupidly my dick jumped in my pants at the thought of my hot boss manipulating me into being his fart slave. As much as I knew it was wrong, there was a part of me that found it so sexy!

I made my decision. I resolved to call Manuel tomorrow and accept his offer. For better or worse, I was about to become my boss's personal assistant and personal fart cushion.

[gaymalefartstories]

(This story involves a farting fetish. If you are under 18 stop reading now)

His butt looked so firm in that tight underwear. You couldn’t wait to get your face in between those sexy cheeks. Your friend Dillon is gassy all the time and ever since he found out you were into farts he’s been much more comfortable ripping around you. You hadn’t worked up the courage to actually stick your face in his butt yet though. But with him laying down mostly naked and his butt perfectly shaped in that underwear you knew you couldn’t pass up this opportunity to really get your nose in there.

“Hey man, look at what I found on…whoa what are you doing Joey?” he asks as you startle him lowering yourself between his legs.

“Relax Dillon. Just keep doing what you’re doing,” you say soothingly while giving him a cheeky grin.

His eyes widen for a second as he stares at you then a smirk creeps across his face. “Hehe, how long have you been waiting to get your face in my ass?”

“Way too long man,” a quick feeling of uncertainty sweeps across you as you ask, “Is this okay?”

He laughs a little then raises his ass slightly and wiggles it back and forth for you. “Please, by all means. I’ve even got some farts brewing for you,” he says with a wink then turns back to his computer.

You rub your hands up his hairy thighs to his butt cheeks where you grab and massage them while taking a deep whiff. His musky scent fills your nose and sends a jolt of lust down to your groin. Dillon keeps himself pretty clean, but you can tell that it’s been a while since he’s showered.

As you massage his ass Dillon lifts his butt again for you and you spread his cheeks and press your nose against his underwear right above his hole and take a deep breath. You can smell a day’s worth of farts and sweat that have been absorbed by the fabric of his underwear right above his hole. You start to moan as you take sniff after sniff, then you feel his hand reach around to the back of your head and press you harder against his ass so that your nose can feel his hole through the underwear.

A slight rumble is all the warning you get before you feel his hole push outwards and feel it vibrating your nose as a rush of warm fart fills your lungs. The fart lasts a good three seconds but the amount of air that came ripping out of his ass was incredible. And though it was muffled by your face, it was still quite loud.

He releases your head after he farts and laughs again. “Fuck that felt good. How’d you like that, Joey?”

“Fucking incredible. Do that again,” you mumble through his ass as you continue sniffing and massaging his ass. Your cock is now rock hard after that impressive fart display.

“Oh don’t you worry Joey. There are plenty more where that came from and I don’t plan on going anywhere for a while.”

Image found at https://twitter.com/WHconfidential/status/586608091027742721

[thomasflore1]

Workout session with my big bro aren’t the best.. He always teased me when I looked too much his ass

[giantmasterxx]

Daniel looked down at his palm, in his tiny brother was tied up, “Bro why’d you tie me up? let me go right-“ , Daniel silenced him with his thumb.

Daniel was known for pranking people. Anything from fake gadgets, to phone calls and elaborate schemes. But there was one person who he loved to prank the most, his brother. His size made him an easy target, and today Daniel was going to pull off his best prank yet.

“Shhh you might wake up him up with all that noise you’re making!” Daniel whispered. He clenched his fist enough to muffle any noise made by Jacob. Slowly he opened the guest rooms door to find Mateo, Jacobs friend who was spending the night. He was resting peacefully with his arms hanging off the bed.

Daniel tip toed his way next to him and with his free carefully peeled back the covers. Daniel was shocked to find Mateo’s underwear halfway down his ass. “Well this is going to be easier than i thought.” he thought. The prank was simple, stuff Jacob i’m his friends ass! What could be funnier than that?

Daniel knew he needed to move fast, he opened his fist. With his other hand he snatched up his brother and carefully placed him right in between the fabric and the crack of his ass. Jacob finally being free decided to squirm around. “Daniel stop this isn’t funny get me out of here!”.

This action came with its consequences, his squirming caused Mateo’s hand to grab the hem of his underwear,pulling them up and rolling over on his back. Daniel watched as his brother was trapped, he actually pulled off his prank!

As fast as he could he tip toed his way out the room stifling his laughter. He began to look back one final time to see his work in action. To his surprise Mateo was still knocked out, “Man he must be a heavy sleeper, Jacob was pretty loud”. Just then he could see Mateo’s face scrunch up, followed by a booming 10 second fart blast from this sleeping man.

Daniel could hear a very faint scream coming from deep inside Mateo’s ass. He then quickly closed the door and couldn’t contain his laughter any longer.

“This couldn’t get any better!” He thought, making his way into his own room. “Hmm only thing though is how to get him out…. oh well i’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

It was the next morning and Daniel was woken up by a knock on his door. Still not fully up, he told the person knocking to come in. “Hey Daniel sorry to wake you it’s me Mateo. Can you let Jacob know i’ll be leaving early? Gotta meet up with my client at the gym.I would tell him myself but i don’t wanna disturb him i know he hates waking up early.”

“Yeah sure whatever man i’ll tell him” Daniel said still processing what day it was. “Ok, see you around”.

Daniel started to drift off when he remembered. Jacob was still in Mateo’s ass! He had a decision to make, catch up to Mateo and awkwardly explain about Jacob whereabouts or hope Jacob can find a way to grab Mateo’s attention.

He then started thinking about it and began to chuckle. What could be funnier than his brother being stuck in his friends ass? Knowing said friend is about to sweat up a storm with him absorbing every drop. Besides Daniel knows if he does get found, Mateo won’t get too mad at Jacob and probably be more mad at him. “Whatever wouldn’t be the first time one of my pranks angered someone.” Daniel said closing his eyes falling into a deep slumber

[thomasflore1]

Workout session with my big bro aren’t the best.. He always teased me when I looked too much his ass

[thestinkverse]

The Wolf Pack: Love or Hate?

"Get your nose nestled between these alpha cheeks man!" Scott rushes to pull down his grey boxers as you kneel beside the bed, lay down your head, and push your face towards his massive tan cheeks. You don't even need encouragement, working your nose in towards the heat of his stinking sticky hole while the hair tickled your skin. "SNIFF!" His word acts like a program as your nose works automatically to inhale the ripe fart that accompanied his command. "Thank you Master McCall!" You moan between his cheeks, getting a taste of the vile fart. Scott wiggles his cheeks with a stifled giggle in response to your words. "SNIFF!" Yet again you are on auto pilot as he orders you to sniff a wet ten second fart from his hole. It burns and stinks, but you don't move an inch. "Fuck thsoe stink! You love these don't you?" Scott taunts, reaching around and using his meaty hand on the back of your head to push you deeper. "Yes Master McCall! Your farts smell beautiful!" Your words flow out as you kneel there, completely flacid despite finding his farts hot and addictive. "SNIFF!" This time as you inhale the airy fart fueled by eggs and chicken, Scott rolls over to sit on your face until you pass out.

*An hour earlier*........

"Please Theo I'm sorry, you are not a fart sniffing loser, I was just joking!" You protest weakly from beneath Theos ass. A massive fart roars out directly into your expose nose and you feel your mind weaken, almost blacking out for a few minutes. "You will text Scott McCall begging to sniff his farts. Everytime he says sniff you will do so and address him as Master McCall. Alpha farts will be your new addiction but will never get you hard!" Theo laughs magically as he rises off your face to see you immediately grab your phone and text Scott.

*A little caption for the winning option on the Wolf Pack community poll*

[macrojuice]

Nate had always been extremely sadistic, and he’d had a kind of morbid curiosity that would usually get the better of him. Once littles became integrated into regula society in some states, Nate had always contemplated ways he could torture the poor souls, but hadn’t ever acted on anything. Except for today. He’d gone to the beach with his friends, on an extremely hot and humid day, and he knew his swamp ass was rank. On the way back to his car, he noticed a particularly tiny little business man walking on the “littles only” portion of the sidewalk, talking inaudible on his tiny phone. Nate lifted him jerkily and suddenly to his face, scaring the poor little man near to death. He screamed as he was raised to Nate’s smirking face, and his fear grew as he recognized the huge man’s morbid curiosity. Nate bit his bottom lip, unsure of what he wanted to do to the little man. He considered tons of options, chewing him up, swallowing him whole to feel him struggle and dissolve inside him, putting him into his rancid armpits, shoving him into his car’s cigarette lighter, and more, but then he felt the slight itch in his ass of sweat, and he knew what he wanted to do on that 97 degree afternoon. He opened up his car door, and threw the struggling little onto the warm leather seat, then slowly oriented half of his ass over the little man. “You like the smell?” The poor little wept, “please, no. I’ll do anything.” Nate just laughed, and slowly lowered his ass onto the struggling little, who fit perfectly between his rank, sweaty ass cheeks. In truth, the tiny man had hoped for death, but he wasn’t crushed. Nate wiggled side to side, the little man becoming more jammed into his musky and sweaty crack with every movement. “I think it’s time for a nice, long, drive, yeah?” Nate smirked and leaned forward, shutting his car door and putting it into gear, as the little man let out a scream for help that nobody would hear.

[thestinkverse]

Shatterstone College : Professor Presley

Being a business lecturer Frank Presley knew both about how to handle a business well but also how to handle rowdy young men. So when you had started a bar fight with his son Paxton last night, he simply offered to drive you home with Paxton and let you crash at theirs until you slept off the booze. You drunkenly accepted and thought it'd be as simple as walking out of the house tomorrow morning to go home, unfortunately he had other plans.

Everything was fine. He made breakfast for you when you finally got out of the spare bed at 11 am, long after Paxton and his mom had left, leaving just you and Mr Presley who ate at the same time as you. A large gready fry with eggs, bacon, and sausages, perfect for a hangover. You thanked him for the accommodation and food before running back upstairs for your phone. When you came back down and went to the front door he called you. You followed the echoes until you reached the living room to see his enourmous frame on the couch, legs slightly over the edge with just a plain tee and grey boxers on. "Yes Mr Presley?" You ask nonchalantly. "Don't you remember what you said to Paxton last night?" He said without looking at you, instead creating spreadsheet assignments for the upcoming week of classes. "No, I'm sorry, I don't, I didn't mean it anyway." You panic as you try to remember. "Well I'll refresh your memory! You told him he was nothing but a stinking fart sniffer." His tone was more sinister now, instilling fear into you. "So, here's the deal. You get over here and start sniffing MY farts, perfectly prepared by that beautiful breakfast I made you, and I'll forget you ever said that to my son. If not, then consider yourself my main target in lectures from now on!" He laughs before letting out a chainsaw rip of a fart, lasting a few seconds but having the power to make you gag from range. You don't even want to fight him, his class is vital for your graduation. You simply set your phone down and kneel at the edge of the couch between his legs. "That's a good boy. Get your head up close to my fart cannon!" Mr Presley immediately gets into the scenario, clearly a natural dom but you couldn't think of any time he's ever seemed like this before, almost like he has a whole other life. As you lean in you feel the heat increase and the air get thicker. "Fuck yea take that nasty fart!" His manic laugh makes his quick blast even more sadistic. You gag and cough but try to push through and rest you head on his ass. "Deadly winds coming up!" His words couldn't be truer as a long and wet fart followed. It keeps going, lasting well over 10 seconds as you start to retreat back for safety. "Nah uh, head on my ass boy!" He groans, closing his thick meaty calfs around your neck until your chock. He looks around to see you struggling and pulls you in closer to his ass. "How's the thighs? I work pretty hard in the gym for these!" He laughs as he feels your neck between them, insignificant as he starts flexing. Your head feels like it's about to pop and your neck like it's about to cave in from his super sized thighs. He looks back around and grins when he lock eyes with you, seeing you gasping for air with your mouth wide open and lined up perfectly. "Show me just how much you loved that breakfast by swallowing this greasy fart!" His remarks were cut off by a sudden bassy boom that then transformed into a sound similar to a loud tire screech. His toxic gas charges out and in line with your mouth. "Fu...fuck...please stop...Mr....Presley.." You beg between gags as the taste is awful, it was like swallowing a gassy form of rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and rotten meat. His thighs kept pulsating mid fart, cutting off your breathing every few seconds to make sure you gasped. All the while he was working you in closer, using the half a minute long fart to distract you. Finally, you arrived at the source of the life ending stench, nose just nudged slightly into the nuclear level boxers.

"Paxton doesn't know that I know he farts on people just like this, I'm so proud of him, him and his Paxton payloads that make people sick. You wanna know what I was called while I dominated the wrestling team? The Face Finisher! I'd sit on my opponents face and just blast away until even the ref give up and left the ring. I destroyed the wills and faces of any opponents so my team would remain the wrestling champions. So imagine what I'm about to do to you!" His laughs echo, sounding like a deprived sadist. You try to scream but he chokes you yet again with his thighs, pushing you deep into his crack with a quick thrust from his hand on the back of your head. "Hope you enjoy the sleep you are about to get!" His crack begins to heat up as a silent final fart seeps out and overwhelms you. With no way to resist, you slowly succumb to Mr Pressley and pass out.

*This one's been in the drafts for almost 14 months 👀*

[thestinkverse]

Shatterstone college : Devon : Testing a friendship

You watched as the denim jeans descended on your friends face, making contact with his helpless face as he was all tied up. "He gets an hour, then you get an hour!". Devon roared back at you while he settled his glutes comfortably on his rim chair, except with your friend gagged it was less a rim chair and more of a fart Throne. You can see the struggle already begin as his forehead seems to be rotating, his head shifting around to find comfort. Then his shoulders slowly twitch as the situation gets to him psychologically. Devon raises slightly to just show his victims eyes as he laughs. You lock eyes with your best friend, unable to help him despite the watery look of fear he gives.

Then the explosion erupts and snaps the two of you from the staring contest. The fart only lasts for a few short seconds but Devon stays slightly lifted to let you see your friend suffer. His face goes red and his eyes start to rapidly water. "Yes you fucking stupid seat, struggle, there's no escape!" Devon roars as you watch the helpless flails continue. Another fart erupts but this time Devon slams down tight to fill up the little space available in the box. "So how much do you think this little seat can take?" Devon laughs as he looks back at you, multiple more short farts erupting. A few minutes pass and the struggling from your friend stops. "You! Get over here and kneel, face down to see my ass!" You do as he says and kneel behind him, head a few inches from where his jeans lay at his waist.

Suddenly he lifted and all the unsniffed gas rushed out to blast your face with stench and heat. "Fuck...fuck...you're a monster!!" You roar as you fall to the ground and gag. "Yeah I fucking am! But you two are fart sniffers so that's more humiliating." You get back into position after gagging and now look down onto your friends face again, almost unconscious for the gas treatment. "Okay here's a little game for you two." Devon begins speaking as he strips to his bare hole, hairy and covered in thick sweat, clearly not washed in days. "You are going to kneel right there above your subby little friend. I'm gonna sit back down and start farting again. You can choose whether this human embodiment of a fart cushion makes it out conscious or not. Once my fart starts, of you hear my gut rumbling, you can pull my waist up and push your own face foward willingly into my farting hole to take the unholy air. Or, you can just stay semi sane and let your friend handle the whole burden, up to you. Here's a preview!" He laughs as he reaches back and pulls you head in with strong grip.

"Fuck yeah!" He laughs as his fart turns your stomach. The vile winds of thick gas was too much for you to handle but luckily he let go. Sitting back down onto his human seat, he stares back as his stomach rumbles, "Just how much are you willing to take for your friends?"

[thestinkverse]

Dom Qoutes : Season 7 : Jakipz

Just admit it man, you goon to my ass don't you? No I won't punish you for it, I won't kick you out of the apartment, I'll find it quite flattering actually. What's that? You DO goon to my ass? Well thank you for being honest. Now get on your knees, put your face in my ass, and beg for a fart. I'm no longer Jake to you, it's Master Jake from now on!

*Inspired by @Jakipz*

[macrojuice]

Nate had always been extremely sadistic, and he’d had a kind of morbid curiosity that would usually get the better of him. Once littles became integrated into regula society in some states, Nate had always contemplated ways he could torture the poor souls, but hadn’t ever acted on anything. Except for today. He’d gone to the beach with his friends, on an extremely hot and humid day, and he knew his swamp ass was rank. On the way back to his car, he noticed a particularly tiny little business man walking on the “littles only” portion of the sidewalk, talking inaudible on his tiny phone. Nate lifted him jerkily and suddenly to his face, scaring the poor little man near to death. He screamed as he was raised to Nate’s smirking face, and his fear grew as he recognized the huge man’s morbid curiosity. Nate bit his bottom lip, unsure of what he wanted to do to the little man. He considered tons of options, chewing him up, swallowing him whole to feel him struggle and dissolve inside him, putting him into his rancid armpits, shoving him into his car’s cigarette lighter, and more, but then he felt the slight itch in his ass of sweat, and he knew what he wanted to do on that 97 degree afternoon. He opened up his car door, and threw the struggling little onto the warm leather seat, then slowly oriented half of his ass over the little man. “You like the smell?” The poor little wept, “please, no. I’ll do anything.” Nate just laughed, and slowly lowered his ass onto the struggling little, who fit perfectly between his rank, sweaty ass cheeks. In truth, the tiny man had hoped for death, but he wasn’t crushed. Nate wiggled side to side, the little man becoming more jammed into his musky and sweaty crack with every movement. “I think it’s time for a nice, long, drive, yeah?” Nate smirked and leaned forward, shutting his car door and putting it into gear, as the little man let out a scream for help that nobody would hear.

[thestinkverse]

Dom Qoutes : Season 7 : Jakipz

The deal was if you were late home one more time that you would have to be my seat for the night. Well guess who isn't home on time? You! And guess who didn't shower after his evening run? Yeah that's right, ME! Get your face back home quick for daddys ass!

*Inspired by @Jakipz on twt/X*

[totallynotmelikewhat]

The Spy

You wake up in a daze, your mind racing with questions. You are laying down and can’t quite make out the room around you. Your attempts to get up lead nowhere as you realize you are being firmly held down by some sort of by some sort of giant tape. It was at this moment you notice the room around you looked rather large, and everything seemed strangely far away. What was happening before you woke up like this? You remember that you were sent on a mission, to infiltrate your rival company’s computer systems at their home base. You were well prepared, having researched the floor plan and thought about how you were going to sneak in to the building after closing hours. Then it hits you, the last thing you remember is successfully breaking in and finding the information you were looking for. But before you could email it away you got sprayed in the face by someone just out of your line of sight with some strange liquid. That’s the last thing you can remember.

Then a low laughter cuts through the silence of your thoughts. “So, I see you’re finally awake then. Took a little longer than usual for the subject to come to. Oh well.” “What are you doing?! Where am I?” you scream. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” Then the masculine, rough voice comes closer until he enters the light; revealing his gargantuan figure. You are speechless as you stare up at a man that’s 100 stories tall. Though his massive figure is blocking out most of the light you can make out a light scruff on his face, short brown hair, and clean teeth that were twisted in a sort of sadistic grin. He had an average body type with a little bit of a belly, and he was wearing a button-up shirt and slacks. “My name is Roy and I work in a department specifically devoted to dealing with little invaders like you.” His voice is loud, it stings your tiny eardrums. “You may have noticed a bit of a size difference between us” Roy said with a sneer. “We find that you thieves are much easier to deal with when you’re this size.” “What the fuck is going on here, is this some kid of sick joke?” You say, starting to panic. “How did you get me this size?” Roy puts his hands in his pockets looking down at you, his tanned skin glistening with a fine layer of sweat. “It’s just some new technology we’ve been working on, and what better human test subjects than criminal trash like you.” “I’m not a criminal!!” you reply to the giant. His grin immediately falls into a look of disgust and leans down close to you for the first good look at his face. He was attractive, and young, probably around 28. He looked down at you with hatred “You are a criminal!” He said angrily, “and this is your sentence.” With that he turns around and you see the tight contour of his butt in his grey work slacks. His rear was by far the most noticeable feature about him, even at a normal size this would be an ass to behold but at your small stature it is like looking at two planets. Then they began to get closer, and closer still, until you realized his ass was descending to right below your feet.  With an earthquake like THUD he takes a seat just in front of you, and you stare up at his back that extends into the sky. “Criminals can’t be too comfortable now, and since that’s EXACTLY what you are, why don’t I adjust the comfort level?” With that he leans to one side and rips the loudest fart you’d ever heard. You could even feel the wind from where you were trapped, and then the smell overcame you. It was like a dumpster full rotten eggs. Your eyes were watering at the stench as you were already begging to be set free. “Please I don’t know what you want, just let me go!” Roy just laughs quietly “Ya know I haven’t been working at this job for very long but I already like it! I do things, kind of differently than my coworkers.” You scream back “I don’t give a shit about your coworkers just put me back to normal”.

Roy turned to look down at you and frowned “I don’t think you understand who’s in charge here. Time to teach you a lesson.” With that he starts bouncing his butt up and down on the chair THUMP THUMP THUMP creating an earthquake on the chair you were taped to. All while his humongous ass was backing up, inching closer and closer to crushing your small, pathetic body. You began panicking again “NO, stop! I didn’t mean to offend, I just want to be free ple-“ CRUNCH Roy had landed his ass crack perfectly centered on your left foot. You scream out in pain as your foot has been flattened into nothing under hundreds of tons of weight. Roy starts talking, completely ignoring your tiny screams. “So, I’m going to be asking the questions, and demanding the answers today, is that understood.” Your exhausted from screaming and can barely manage a quiet yelp. “I said ‘IS THAT UNDERSTOOD’?” Roy angrily grinds his ass on your foot causing all the pain to rush back; you manage a weak “understood…”. “Good” Roy continues with his explanation while still crushing your foot and leg “Now just so you understand, it is my job to intercept intruders who are attempting to steal company secrets. I interrogate them, find out what they know, get some of their own company’s secrets from them, then your memory is erased, and you’re returned to normal size and never know the wiser.” PFFFFFFTTTT Roy ripped a hot, quiet fart right on your crushed foot; this one stunk even worse than the last. “I don’t know anything!” you plead, “Please, I really didn’t find anything by the time you got me.”

Roy stood up, relieving the immense pressure on your leg. You breathed a sigh of relief till you saw his god-like buns descending on you once again. This time he was centered on your body and slowly all light was blocked out by the two massive globes. Roy’s ass lightly descends on, applying more and more pressure until you feel a struggle to breathe. At this point Roy stops and your face to face with his noxious swamp ass for the first time. The sweat on his face was no warning at all for how putrid his ass stunk. A horrible combination of musk, sweat, and shit and it was the only thing you could breathe at that moment, and you were breathing it desperately. “I bet you’ll tell me everything you REALLY learned after a few minutes under this bad boy.” He smacks the side of his own ass and you can feel it vibrate through his thick cheeks. “I haven’t taken a shower in three days, and honestly I wasn’t the best at wiping today either, just for you little man.” He gives his butt a soft jiggle on you that makes it even harder to breathe for a moment. “I also have plenty of these for ya” with that you get a near lethal, point blank fart right in your face, from an asshole the same size as your face. He took his sweet time sitting on you for what felt like an hour, farting every few minutes but never applying enough weight to crush you completely. “It would be so funny if I just tripped and my ass landed right on you!” Roy boasted, laughing. “Hell, I could crush you anytime I want really, and you’re getting kind of quiet, so I might just do that!” You start panicking and his butt cheeks with all your force and eventually he stands up and looks down at you. “You can’t crush me, you have to return me to normal at the end of all this” You say, now damp from his swamp ass being on you for so long. “Maybe, but if you never tell me you’ll never get back to normal size.” he sneered. Upon this realization you cave and confess what you learned of Roy’s company secrets. “See I knew you had it in you.” Roy said coyly, letting out a loud belch. “Now it’s time to tell me your companies secrets.” You grew pale, a spy who gets discovered is bad enough but a spy that reveals company secrets is sure to be fired. You refuse Roy’s offer, to which he shakes his head and slowly turns away from you. Your heart is pounding in fear at what this malicious giant is concocting to torture you next. He is completely facing away from you and you are met with the familiar sight of his ass, but this time it descends quickly on you and crushes your legs with a thunderous bang. You gasp in pain, unable to process the amount of pressure and weight you feel. “I think you want to cooperate man, it’s almost time to go home so I’m trying to get this shit wrapped up” He lets out another silent but deadly right on your puny body before grinding his ass away and standing over you once more. You look up at him weakly and finally give in, letting go all your company’s secrets for a chance of getting mercy. “Thank you” Roy said writing down all the details. “Now usually this would be the part of the process where I release you wipe your memories, but I actually forgot to fill out some paper work before shrinking you which is a big no no.” He seemed genuinely embarrassed at his mistake. “So instead of trying to fudge the records I’m just going to say you never existed at all.” “What do you mean?” you grunt out with your remaining energy. “Well usually people get returned to normal size, but if you never existed there’s really no need for that.” Roy said wickedly, “No, you can’t…” you lurch out. “SO, I guess all there is to do is get rid of you.” “Roy, I gave you what you wanted, please I just want to go home.” You beg. “Hey this is hard for me too man, I’m the newbie and I make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean anyone needs to know. With that Roy turns away from you, flaunting his gigantic ass in your direction one last time. “NO, don’t sit on me, please!” You scream, “Sorry man, but I’m about to get off the clock and there’s nothing I’d love more right now than to take a nice load off!” He does a quick upper body stretch before ripping a nasty sounding fart and beginning his descent on top of you. “NO, STOP, DON’T DO IT!!!” Were the last things you said before his ass descended on you fully.

Roy sat there for a few minutes, ripping a chunky, loud fart. He leaned back in the chair and put his hands behind his head and thought “Man I think I’m going to like this job.”

[gayfartsworld-deactivated202605]

PHRT! Ppppppprrrrtttttt!!!

'sorry bout that, just had a little bit of taco bell last night and-'

Sssssddddd!!

'i think it's messing with my system!'

He then looked at you and turned around.

'-and bad news for you, this could be the only way, you're getting out of here, if you place your face right here'

He pushed a SBD out of his khaki's which smelt up the whole room.

He looked back at you with an awkward smile. You didn't budge.

'So, it's be the hard way then.'

He stood up, bent over.

'Hope your ready!'

And let RIP!

[dorianlover]

[fartcushion]

"Quick, your sister won't be long. Get your face in there and take this fart. I don't want her to smell it when she comes back, we've not been dating long enough to experience my funk. It'll scare here off. But she told me you were a faggot, so you'll appreciate it"

[gayguygas]

Smell of ending a friendship

This is a sequel to Smell of an old friend

NICK’S POV

I still can’t believe Robbie chose that loser, Drew, over me last night. Thankfully he pulled his head out of his ass and called me later that night to apologize and asked me to come back over today. I'm definitely going to make Robbie work for my forgiveness.

I knocked on his door, and Robbie immediately opened it. He’s still shirtless and wearing the same pajama bottoms from last night.

With a guilty smile, he invites me in. Once I step inside, he shuts the door and tosses an arm over my shoulder as we head deeper into his place.

“Nick, man, I’m sorry about last night,” he apologizes.

I scoff, “Whatever, where’s your bitchy, loser of a girlfriend.” I taunt.

For a second, I think I see a glimmer of rage in his face, but with another glance, it’s gone. Probably just a trick of the eye.

“He’s upstairs; he’s still staying with us for the week. But after hanging out with him for an hour, man, you’re right; he is a total loser. I kicked his ass to the curb and told him to not bug you or me when we hangout.”

I’m grinning like a loon as we stop in the living room. I slap him on the back, proud of him. “There’s my bro that I know and love. Good to have you back. You were acting fucked up, last night.”

Robbie gives a meek shrug, and then we hear a small thump behind us. We both look over our shoulders and see Robbie’s phone on the carpet.

“Shit, I dropped my phone. Hey Nick, can you get that for me?”

“Sure, I got you,” I say as I kneel to pick up his phone. As soon as my fingers clasp his phone. Something big, bulbous, and warm covers the entire right side of my face. Startled, I turn my head, accidentally covering my entire face with the large, mysterious object.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPP

A loud explosion goes off in my face, and the stench of rotten eggs and broccoli invades my nose. I’m immediately clued in that Robbie’s big ass is in my face and he just blasted me with a noxious Robbie Rocket.

I fall onto my ass, with my back against the wall, coughing on Robbie’s toxic fumes, filling my lungs. 

“Man, Nick, I can’t believe you’re so fuckin’ gullible. To come on over, thinking I wanted to apologize to you. And then for you to fall for the oldest trick in the book, to get your face near my ass. You made so many mistakes, and now it’s time to pay the price, old friend. I’m about to launch.”

While still coughing on the ground, I open my stinging eyes to a horrific sight. Robbie’s bent over at the waist, with his knees slightly bent, aligning his mountainous rump on height level with my face. Before I can scream ‘NO’, Robbie quickly backs up, smashing his meaty mounds into my face. 

I can’t see anything, I can only feel ass meat rubbing from left to right and up to down, all over my face. Robbie comes to a stop, and I feel his glutes flex.

RRRRRFFFFFFLLLLLLPPPPPP-BBBBBBBMMMMOOOODDDDDD

Two long and consecutive, airy farts are launched in my face. Their eggy stench has me gagging.

Robbie starts shimmying his plump booty again, taking my pinned face along for the ride.

“Nighty-night, my former bud. And sorry to say, but when you wake up, things are going to be much worse… HGH”

PPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB

RRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDD

MMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

FFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM

Robbie launches a barrage of nasty butt rockets point-blank up my nose. They stink of raw sewage and Robbie’s pungent musk. It overwhelms me, and I find myself blacking out.

LATER

I groan as I come to. I try to move my arms but can’t; I try the same thing with my legs, but they are also a no-go. My eyes shoot open, and I take in that I’m in Robbie’s room, lying on his bed. I look at my limbs in horror, seeing that they are tied to the four bedposts of Robbie’s bed. I’m trapped, starfished on his mattress. 

“About time you woke up,” a voice says.

I look up and see Robbie posted against his closed door. His arms are folded, and he’s wearing a lopsided grin.

“What the fuck man? Let me out! I’m your fucking best friend!” I yell at him.

Still grinning, Robbie starts walking towards the bed.

“Come on, Nicky, you’re not that stupid. Haven’t you realized it yet? I’ve chosen Drew over you. Drew and I are gonna be tight as brothers again. And you? You’re shit outta luck.” Robbie’s words hurt and anger me.

“How can you choose that friendless loser over me, dumbass?” I seethe.

Robbie’s grin falls, and he narrows his eyes at me. “Last night, you nearly got Drew to hate me. And I come to learn that you’ve been talking shit to his face, when I wasn’t looking. You’ve done fucked up Nick because you made me mad. And you know what that means. My ass is declaring war on your face.” Robbie growls as he steps up to the bed.

I look up at Robbie, fearfully, making him smirk devilishly. 

Robbie climbs onto the bed, straddling my chest backwards, and says, “Remember last year when that nerd snitched on us for cheating on our test? After we lured him into your place, we tied him up in your bed and I farted in his face for hours. Well, now it’s your turn, Nick, hehe.” 

Robbie squats his bubble butt less than a foot above my face. It looks like the stitching of the seat of his pants is barely holding together in containing his watermelon-sized globes.

“Please Robbie,” I beg, but he ignores it.

WHUMP

I groan as Robbie drops his big ass on top of my face, burying it under his heavy, thick mounds.

“I’m locked and loaded, Nick. This is war. It’s time to launch… GGH”

BBBBBBWWWWWWWOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM

Robbie farts in my face, big time, making me gag on his skunky vapors. Robbie suddenly lifts his ass off of my face and I gasp for some untainted, cool air. As I take a breath, Robbie slams his ass down on my face, and farts into my open mouth.

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDPPPPPPPP

Robbie keeps doing the same routine for some time, torturing me.

Up, WHUMP… BBBBBBBBBFFFFFFLLLLLLLRRRRRR

Up, WHUMP… RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVWWWWTTTTTTTT

Up, WHUMP… MMMMMMRRRRRRROOOOPPPPPPPP

Up, WHUMP… FFFFFFFRRRRRRRAAAAAABBBBBB

After his last fart, instead of getting up, he presses his bubble butt down hard, crushing my face. I can’t breathe at all as he does this, so I start to struggle.

From above, I hear him say, “Hang on, Nick, I feel a big one coming down the pipeline. Oh, here it comes… NGH. Ah, there, it’s out to launch.”

It doesn’t make a sound, but I feel a stream of hot air vent out and warm the tip of my nose. I suddenly start thrashing and dry-heaving as I get a sniff of his silent ass wind. Robbie’s sbd’s could be classified as bioweapons. The vile stench of digested meat and sulfur ravages my lungs. 

Robbie eases off of my face forcing me to breathe in all of his putrid butt fumes.

“Not to toot my own horn, pun intended, but that was pretty good, wasn’t it?” Robbie asks, sounding cocky.

I’m too busy dying to answer.

“Oh, quit being so dramatic, here, maybe this palate cleanser will help,” Robbie says with his ass hovering just above my face.

I frown, knowing nothing good is about to happen. I’m proven right as I watch Robbie pull down the back of his slacks. His bubble butt pours out of its confines and I now have his bare, fuzzy, slightly sweaty, twin moons lording only inches above my face.

“Give my ass crack a little lick. That should help.” He suggests.

“Fuck off.” I bark, scared and disgusted as hell.

Robbie laughs, causing his beefy mountains to wobble above my face.

“Hehe, that wasn’t a request, Nicky. I’d get to licking if I were you. You don’t want me to launch a Robbie Rocket, bare-ass, in your face do ya?” He sing-songs. 

“N-no,” I answer.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Taste me.” Robbie taunts me by swaying his hips, making his bulbous cheeks jiggle and clap above me. 

I lift my head and stick my tongue out. I shiver as my tongue meets his sweaty crack; the salty, acrid taste is repulsive.

Before I can react, Robbie reaches down and spreads open his cheeks, showing off his equally sweaty pucker.

He slams his ass down on my face, entombing my head in between his brawny cheeks. What’s worse is that his asshole is pressed into my open mouth and I can’t close it.

“Haha, I can’t believe you’re this fucking gullible. I just wanted to launch into your open mouth, dumbass.”

I fearfully whimper as I feel his hole open and push outward. 

“Oh yeah you should be scared, you fuck, because I’m about to launch like mad… NGH”

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Robbie keeps launching one gnarly fart after another, inflating my cheeks and lungs with his noxious wind. It seems like his farts have no end and I’m feeling sicker by the second.

“Open wide, Nicky. I’m sending a big care package down your gullet. HGH… Bombs away… NGH”

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Robbie launches a 25 second butt rocket into my open mouth, making me smell and taste his raunchy, nauseating vapors. It stinks of rotten fish and sulfur. It’s too much and I pass out as his monstrous fart comes to an end.

This isn’t right, we were best friends only a few hours ago; this shouldn’t be happening to me. That’s my last thought before everything goes black.

LATER

When I regain consciousness, the first thing I hear is Nintendo’s mascot character, Mario, yelling, ‘WHAA-HOO!’ 

That’s followed by two voices talking. 

“Man, this is weird.”

“Why? We’re just two dudes playing Mario Kart.”

“You’re excluding the fact that you’re practically naked with your bare-ass in a tied-up guy’s face.” The other voice dryly adds.

I give a muffled groan, feeling my body’s movement has been even more restricted than before. I open my eyes and immediately see why. I’m still in Robbie’s bed, lying on my back, but bound up with several long pieces of duct tape. 

My hands, ankles, thighs, and knees are wrapped together, and my arms are bound to my sides, all with duct tape.

If that wasn’t enough, Robbie is lying on top of me. His ass is facing me as he lies on my stomach, on top of my body, with his head near my knees. And it gets worse, all he’s wearing is a jockstrap. So his bare, bubbly rump is aimed right at my face.

Although his upper body is lying down, Robbie’s on his knees and pushing his ass out towards my face. Because of this, I can see his fuzz-surrounded, sweaty, and winking hole.

Drew is sitting at the end of the bed as the two play Mario Kart.

Drew looks back at me, and I try to yell, ‘Make him stop,’ but all I get out is a muffled yell, surprising me. Drew quickly looks back at the screen, and I realize that my mouth is duct tape shut. Also, I feel cloth material filling my mouth, and its taste is rank and vile.  

Robbie looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a cheeky grin. Hours ago, that grin made me laugh, telling me he was about to launch a Robbie Rocket in a nerd’s face. Now it fills me with unease.

“Hey man, how does my crusty, unwashed jockstrap taste?” Robbie asks.

I give a muffled groan, now knowing what disgusting thing is defiling my mouth.

“Hold that thought, buddy, I gotta launch… GGH”

I watch in horror as his pucker opens and presses out, a few feet from my face.

MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR

I’m blasted in the face with a trumpeting 6 second fart that is powerful enough to blow back my hair. It stinks of rotten eggs and onions, and has my eyes stinging. 

Both Drew and I groan simultaneously. “Come on, man, you using your Robbie Rockets as we play is so unfair,” Drew complains, making Robbie laugh.

“Haha, no it’s not because this time I have a victim in front of my ass that’ll be forced to sniff up the brunt of my butt fumes.” Robbie follows that with…

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Drew winces, “Oh damn, that’s bad Robbie.”

“Oh come on, you should be used to your best friend’s nasty butt rockets,” Robbie replies with a sly grin.

It’s humiliating that they’re just chilling and talking, while Robbie’s torturing me with his farts. I give a muffled yell, trying to get their attention.

I get Robbie’s attention, and it isn’t good. Robbie looks back at me, annoyed.

He shouts two words at me. Punctuating each one with a fart in my face.

“SHUT!… RGH” 

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“UP!… HGGH” 

VVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

His toxic butt vapors poisoning my lungs, has me coughing. Robbie shoots me a nasty sneer, while Drew does his best not to look at me.

Robbie gives Drew a genuine grin. “Think about it, Drew. Even though you’ll have to play while I hotbox the room with my farts, I’ll be playing two games at once. I’ll be playing Mario Kart with you, and my booty will be playing a generic first-person-shooter with Nick’s face. See, it’s perfectly fair.” 

Robbie shoots me a quick, nasty smirk as he rocks his hips, making his meaty moons ripple in front of my face.

Drew snickers, “Heh, when you put it like that, I guess it is fair.” 

Robbie’s smirk grows a little more devilish. “Since you agree that it’s fair, how about we make a little bet?”

Drew looks intrigued. “What kinda bet we talking here?”

“We play a grand prix, and if I win, we’re best friends again.”

“You can’t just declare that we’re best friends again. It doesn’t work like that, Robbie.” Drew corrects.

Undeterred, Robbie continues grinning like he’s got all the power. In a way, he does.

Drew sighs in defeat and relents. “And what do I get  if I win?” 

“Then I’ll never dutch-oven you again.”

Drew frowns, “I’ll be sleeping back in my place within a week, so all I’m winning is a few days of no dutch-ovens.”

Robbie grins knowingly. “With you living next door and us being friends again, nothing is stopping me from climbing into your room at night, and waking you up with a surprise dutch-oven.” 

Drew turns pale and goes slack-jawed. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Robbie doesn’t say anything. He just grins and…

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Robbie launches an eggy butt rocket in my face that wrecks me.

“Shit, I guess I’ve got no choice,” Drew says mostly to himself.

They proceed to play, all the while Robbie continuously rips massive Robbie Rockets in my face and taunts me.

“This red shell is for you, Drew, and this brown one's for you, Nick… GGH”

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“Damn, I hate b-bombs! Don’t you agree, Nick?... FGH”

MMMMMMMLLLLLLLLLLLHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPP

“Ha, that's one win for me. My farting and gaming skills are unmatched… NGH”

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“Hell Yeah! Eat my dust, Drew! And you eat this, Nick… HGH”

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“I’m about to launch a power-up and Robbie Rocket at the same time, I’m hella talented… GGH”

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“There’s my second win. Let’s commemorate it with a two-fer… FGH”

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“Heads-up, Nick, here comes a real-life blue shell… GHH”

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“Shh-ssh, both of you, be quiet and listen. This is gonna be even bigger… UGH”

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“There’s my third win. Bro, I’m owning you. And my ass is owning you, Nick… RGH”

PPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBB

“My thrusters are really roaring back there, Nick. I wonder if you’ll still have eyebrows when I’m done… GGH”

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“How unfortunate. Drew hitting me with a green shell really angered my ass and it’s about to take it out on you Nick. I’m about to launch… NGH”

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“Fuck Yeah! I won first place in all four races. You know what that means, Drew? We’re best friends again. Let me celebrate by launching Robbie Rocket fireworks.”

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30 minutes. For the past 30 minutes Robbie’s been farting in my face non-stop. His last Robbie Rocket was the worst. It was 55 seconds long, and strong enough to blow back my hair and make his bubbly orbs flap. 

The horrendous stench of raw sewage and sweaty hole is all I can breathe in, and it has my lungs feeling like they’re on fire. I’m a coughing and gagging mess. My eyes and nose are dripping.

Through my teary eyes, I can see Robbie grinning at Drew. “You know what this means? Good game, best friend.”

Drew sighs, “A deal is a deal. But our friendship is on a probationary basis.”

Robbie flinches as if he’s been hit, looking surprised. “What?”

Drew looks Robbie in the eyes. “Robbie, please don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all you’ve done.” 

Why do I have to be here while they have this heart-to-heart talk? Why do I have to be here with Robbie’s bare bubble butt right in my face?

“You’ve got years of ignoring me and making fun of me behind my back to make up for.” Drew looks back at my hell torn face and flashes a small smirk, “But so far, you're doing a good job.”

Robbie looks over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Hear that, buddy, we’re doing a good job.” I'm confused about why he’s thanking me. Robbie’s grin turns devilish when his eyes connect with mine. “Oh, I was thanking my ass. But you, you’re more than welcome to choke on this. I’m about to launch… NGH”

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Robbie launches a short but loud-quacking rocket in my face. I turn and cough on his sulfuric vapors.

Drew groans, but I can hear the mirth in his tone. “Damn, Robbie that one was foul, even for you.”

“Haha, don’t blame me; it was all this big guy.” Robbie slaps his mountainous backside, making his cheeks wobble like bowls of gelatin. I cringe in disgust at the sight happening inches from my face.

“You and your butt are both at fault,” Drew starts as he stands up, “Since we’re rekindling our friendship, I’m using my right to get the hell out of here and return to the guest room. You fart-boxed your room something awful, man.”

Drew heads for the door. I thank whatever higher power is listening when Robbie gets his ass out of my face and off the bed. He rushes over and pins Drew, with his back against the wall, before he can leave. Robbie rotates his hips, pressing his butt against a restrained Drew’s side.

“Hold on, pal, you can’t escape without a complimentary Robbie Rocket. I’m about to launch… GGH”

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Robbie blasts Drew’s body with a raunchy, 6 second fart. 

“So freaking gross,” Drew mutters with a grimace. 

“Ah, hold on, bro, hold on. I got another one ready for launch… FGH” 

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Robbie launches another greasy one onto Drew, making him groan. 

Watching the two of them is heartbreaking. That was Robbie and me, not even 24 hours ago. The two of us the best of friends, Robbie constantly and playfully fucking with me with his farts, and Drew just a loser of a footnote in our lives. But now, Drew’s and my roles have reversed. Robbie and Drew are now tight as thieves, or at least working up to that, and I’m the butt of the joke, literally. 

“Ew man, it may have been years since we last been close, but you’re still nasty as ever, Robbie.” Drew gripes after Robbie finally lets him go.

“Oh, that's how you want to be? Then take this,” Robbie spins around and bends over, aiming his butt at the open door Drew his walking towards.

PPPPPPPVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUBBBBBB

Robbie fires off a bubbly fart into the door way that Drew has to walk through. Drew coughs and gags as he wades through his noxious fumes.

“Look at you, willingly walking through my shitty fart cloud. Who’s the nasty one now?” Robbie teases, a cheeky grin stretches across his lips as he wafts the air behind his ass towards Drew.

“You’re such an asshole,” Drew calls out as he stumbles into the freedom of the hallway. How I wish I could join him in the hallway and walk myself out of this hellish nightmare.

“I love you, too, fart-face. That insult will become completely true when I launch a surprise Robbie Rocket into your face later tonight. And you’ll never know when it’s coming.” Robbie sing-songs before slamming the door. I hear Drew groaning in despair through the wood.

Speaking of despair, that’s what I feel in the pit of my stomach. I’m alone in a room, bound, with a gassy Robbie, who’s only in a jockstrap.

Robbie turns to me. His grin broadens into a more toothy and dangerous one. And the malicious glint I see shining in his eyes sends a shiver up my spine. He starts prowling towards me, tied up on the bed, like a sleek predator.

“Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,” Robbie shakes his head, “You know how angry I get with assholes who mess with people I care for. Hell, you should remember the shit I’ve done to people who fucked with you.”

I’m hit with warm nostalgia as I think about such a time last year. Some dude was spreading rumors about me. In the cafeteria in front of ¼ of the school, while the guy was eating lunch, Robbie pulled up his pants, giving himself a slight wedgie. Robbie stuck his big butt in the guy’s face and ripped a huge fart.

“Nick, you went too far last night. You should’ve known this would happen.” Robbie gets onto the bed and stands up, and starts walking up my body, “You’ve been fucking with Drew behind my back. You snitched, telling Drew all the bullshit I said about him in the past, even though you know I didn’t mean it. You nearly derailed my attempt to mend my most important friendship.” Robbie stops when his feet are planted on either side of my shoulders. “Since last night, my stomach has been brewing up so much gas in rage. My butt is desperate to waterboard you with my butt funk. Any last words?”

“Please, Robbie, I was doing right by you. Being friends with that loser would make you a loser by association. I was helping you.” I desperately plead my case.

In a rare and frightening change, Robbie isn’t smiling. He looks stoic, and the air is thick with his lingering farts and his fury.

“Well, congrats, “Robbie turns around. Towering high, over my face is his bare, protruding globes framed perfectly by the straps of his jock. “In helping me, you helped yourself to this...”

Robbie pulls his legs out from beneath him, his huge rump comes crashing down onto my face. His doughy moons smother my pain-filled grunt. It feels like two asteroids, covered in flesh, crash-landed on my face.

My head feels like it’s being flattened by so much ass fat and muscle. Most of my face is being squeezed in the sweaty, musky valley between his pillowy orbs. 

I hear Robbie’s voice rumbling from above me, “Hey Nicky, it might be dark in my ass, but I have some news that will brighten the situation. All this time, I’ve been taking pics and videos of you’re face all up in my big gassy ass. I’m going to be sending it to everyone at school. You’re gonna be famous, my former friend.” Robbie congratulates with a mock cheer.

This is when I break. I start crying with my face still swallowed up by his big butt. Straight up bawling. I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could have just been friends with Drew. The three of us could’ve been a tight-knit crew. But now, I’m going to be the lonely loser. My life is going to be ruined, and it is all my fault.

“Oh, no need to cry, Nicky. I’ve brewed up another one of your favorites.” FART “Oh yeah, breathe that in.” FART “Robbie Rockets are the only air you’re gonna get for a long while.” FART “Damn I’m a nasty bastard, haha.” FART “Buckle up my former best friend, NGH… I’ll be launching all night long… UGH”  

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