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Your husbands new trophy boy had just gotten back from his daily 6 mile run. You finished putting the last of his clothes in the dryer, then crawled up to the master bedroom you used to share with your husband. The evidence of a morning romp still evident, you ignored it and crawled into the en suite bathroom to politely inquire as to what your husbands boyfriend would like for his breakfast; as was part of your daily requirements.

You paused suddenly and attempted to back up out of the bathroom amid a torrent of mumbled apologies compliments of finding your husbands boy toy sat on the toilet. He laughed and told you not to go anywhere and that he was finished. You averted your eyes as he stood up, still uncomfortable with this new experience between the two of you, and looked down at the Italian tile as he made his way to the vanity and admired himself.

“Hey, flush that, would ya?” he casually tossed out while tracing the razor sharp line of his jaw with one long, well manicured finger. You moved, relieved that the task gave you a purpose and that you were freed, momentarily anyway, from kneeling there feeling awkward and foolish. Your relief drained out,however, when the toilet bowl and it’s floating contents reminded you why the situation was so uncomfortable in the first place. Wanting to close this chapter of your morning as quickly as possible, you simply reached up and flushed as commanded, removing one aspect of the morning’s discomfort. “Thanks buddy,” he said, in a way that somehow made you feel even smaller. “Now, get behind me and get that face buried deep in my ass and get that tongue to work. I’m going to shave while I think about what I’d like to eat for breakfast.”

He turned on the faucet in a way that made clear no further discussion would be necessary. You looked at this cocky, handsome, ripped, young stud that had taken everything from you and all you could think as you gingerly made your way to the vertical trench that separates the two massive mounds of his ass was, “there hadn’t been any toilet paper in that bowl.”

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Pirates cold winter: Duty to the Captain

(Scat) (+18)

A pirate recruit gets involved in a twisted a debasing initiation ritual, and having to serve in the lowliest of ways. (Read the tags)

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Frat Retribution, Part 4

He was at the top of the list, and he told me to come over to his apartment at 8 am on a Saturday, just after he finished working out at the gym. His smile grew wider as he told me that he wanted to be “nice and sweaty” down there for me.

Knocking on his door, I felt like a loser. This guy, along with the frat, has managed to ruin my dignity worse than I could imagine. And I had to go through with it…my future depended on getting through this punishment…

He opened the door, grey t-shirt with dark sweat patches in the armpits, an evil beam across his face,

“Come in, fuckwad,” He gestured, “My ass has been waiting for you.”

He led me to the chair. My stomach turned. I looked down at the hole where my face would shortly be sticking out of, waiting for Kyle’s ass to fully smother it, and fart on it. He would probably look like a smug King sitting at his throne. It took me a few minutes to position myself in it, being the first time and all.

While I got ready, he told me, “I always eat eggs before I work out, and a protein shake afterward. Turns my ass into a cannon.”

I gulped and was sweating, staring up at his ceiling, my fingers getting cold. I waited for him to take his place. He stood and looked down at me, with childish satisfaction,

“Just so you know, I won’t sign my name on that sheet until you turn it in with everyone else’s. And I want you to come here, same time, same place, every week, the crack of dawn, so you can sniff my crack for an hour. Understand?”

I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. This was so degrading.

“Hello? Earth to fart-sucker?”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll do that for you.”

He smirked, “Anything to get back in the frat, right?”

“…anything” I echoed.

With that, he turned around and spread his cheeks to show me his hairy asshole, glistening with sweat. The smell was foul, even before he sat down.

“See that? I’ve been clenching my butt cheeks all morning so that not a single ounce of gas would get out until it touches your nose. I’m going to feed you all of my farts every Saturday until the first week of December. And when I tell you to kiss my asshole directly and tell me you love my farts, I want to hear you say it. Understand?”

That was lower than low. I wasn’t sure if I could do that and still look at myself the same way in the mirror. But what could I do? “Yes, Sir. I will.”

“And while you’re down there, sniffing my farts, kissing my asshole, I want you to think of how much of a useless pathetic little fuck you are, and how you’re a douche bag, a woman beater, and how you’ll have to eat all of our farts for the next four months if you ever want us to look at you with any smidgen of respect. Got it?”

The tears were rolling down the sides of my face, and my voice was shaking, but I kept back any obnoxious sobbing, “Yes Kyle. I know.”

“Good.”

And with that, he planted his asshole onto my nose and let it rip,

PRPEPTRPTRPTRPTRPRTPRPTRTP

I sniffed up the deadly egg funk. I heard him laugh while I gagged.

…

When Vinnie finally stood up, my mouth tore open to suck in fresh air. I’d done it. Another hour under a frat brother’s ass. I felt queasy and weak, but, as embarrassing as they were, and as much as it killed me to admit, I needed to relish these little victories and milestones. I’d go crazy otherwise.

“You ok?” he laughed.

I was still in a daze, but I nodded. I pulled myself out from under the chair and folded it up. Vinnie was over at the table, flipping through my packet.

“Wow…” he snorted, “That’s a lot of ass to get through.”

“…yeah.” My throat was hurting again.

“God, this will take forever for you,” He signed his name. Six signatures total. I just needed 43 more, and then Kyle’s final signature, and this nightmare will be over.

That will take weeks. Months.

“Hey,” He probably noticed the dread in my eyes, “It’ll be over before you know it. And we’ll all think you’re a better man for this.”

I couldn’t believe that. But I nodded, grabbed my sheet, thanked him, and slunk out of his dorm. Walking down the stairs, I could still smell his ass sweat. My face was still slathered in his grime, and anyone close enough would think I reeked.

…

Walking out of his dorm, I called the next guy on my list, Mark. He’d be my second appointment for the day. And after him, I was going to spend an hour under PJ. Three in one day. Making progress.

“You got my address?”

“Yeah,”

“Good. I hope you’re hungry, dickhole! I ate Five Guys for lunch and my butt is ready to burst!” He kept on laughing, so I hung up.

I clutched my fingers around the chair strap, gritting my teeth, and letting the tears fall. Walking down the street, I had nothing to look forward to but PJ’s greasy cheeseburger farts.

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Frat Retribution, Part Three

Vinnie continued to play his video game over me. Meanwhile, my face was still stuffed between his hairy cheeks. I could feel him sweating onto me. I was gagging, but not as bad as before. As gross as it sounds, I’d gotten used to the sickening sensation of being smothered by a guy’s bare ass. I heard his guts gurgle and felt him shake a bit with a laugh, “Man dude, I don’t think you could have picked a worse day to do this,”

I wanted to cry.

…

I remember sitting there in frustration as Tom laid out all of the details. I’d have to let each brother spend an hour sitting on my face with his naked ass, and I’d have to sniff every single fart that they pushed out. But it was worse than that for a few reasons.

First off, I had to keep track of it all. Kyle gave me a packet with everyone’s names, and a box where they’d have to sign their name. These boxes were under the column, “By signing here, you affirm that Jason Montgomery did, in fact, let you sit on his face with your naked backside, and he did, in fact, sniff all of your expelled flatulence for 60 minutes” So, I had to get that signature from all 50 members of the frat, and I had to work for their signatures, in more ways than one.

For example, I couldn’t just say “Hey, I’m coming over to get my hour in.” I had to schedule it with them. So each time I came up to a frat brother, they knew what I was going to ask, and relished in hearing me ask it. “Are you available this week so I can come over.”

“Come over for what, Jason?” they’d play dumb, through a fake smile.

“…so I can sniff your farts.”

“Haha, ok bro, whatever you say. How long do you need to do this for again?’

“…an hour”

“Wow, a whole hour! Dude, you’d be surprised how much gas I can unleash in just one hour. Get excited, fucker!”

God, they loved humiliating me. What was even worse was that they all hated me. So there were a few who let me know that they don’t even want to help me, and that I’d have to beg for their farts. The lowest point of my life was doing just that to Ian Green, the third guy I went to. He made me beg in all kinds of unique humiliating ways for the chance to huff his ass gas for an hour. He even went so far as to make me kiss his ass.

“Beg for it,” His piercing blue eyes were full of childish glee, “Ask my ass directly to give you the privilege!”

“Please, Ian’s ass,” My throat was tight, “please let me sniff all of your farts! I’ll do anything!”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now give it a kiss!”

…

After a while, Vinnie stopped verbally mocking me and focused all his attention on the game, his ass sweating over my nose and making it itch, and letting out some smaller puffs of gas every once in a while.

Compared to the others, Vinnie was the least cruel. He threw down a few, “How does it smell down there?” or “Ready for another ass blasting massage?!” but otherwise he went on his business, ignoring me, as I sucked up his farts and asshole fumes.

I was grateful for that. The worst frat member I’ve had to deal with was Kyle himself. I remember our first session well…

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Frat Retribution, Part Two

During the time under Vinnie’s fat ass, I did what I’d been doing under the other asses I had to get through; think about why I was here. Why I was doing this. It’s a bit convoluted, and disgusting, but not too surprising. If you get a group of college age guys to think of the worst punishment they could inflict on someone they hate, they’d be sure to pick the nastiest, most immature, most disgusting, most humiliating thing they could think about.

And I really wasn’t doing this just from one offence. Yeah, that one night was the straw that broke the camel’s back, but I’d been building up hatred from the whole frat since I became a brother at the beginning of the semester. Since initiation, I jerked around too much. I didn’t focus on school work as I should have. I would get crazy drunk at every weekend parties they held. I’d smoke a lot of weed too. I thought, hey, it’s college, why the fuck not? I also fucked a lot of girls; maybe one new one each week. Again, we’re young, why not have fun.

But, at the beginning of the year party, I got way too drunk way too fast. I blacked out, so I don’t even remember why I started this stupid fight, but me and another brother, Kyle, got in a huge shouting match. Then, I guess his girlfriend, Nellie, said some rude shit to me. If I hadn’t had so many shots, I’d probably yell at her too. Instead, I punched her in the face.

That’s when all hell broke loose. Kyle started kicking my ass, I was told.

The next morning, I woke up sore all over, the worst hangover of my life, and a bunch of messages from the frat telling me I’d been “shunned” until future notice.

For the next two weeks, I stewed in anger. But I was also afraid. What if Nellie wanted to press charges? And if I’m kicked out of the frat, then my whole future just got handicapped; can’t keep networking after that. And if my parents found out I’d been fucking around at parties? And was punching girls?! I couldn’t sleep at night because I knew I’d ruined my future.

Then, Kyle told me to eat with him at lunch, and said, “Stop apologizing. I know you say you’re sorry, but you give our fraternity a bad name. Always getting trashed and blacking out at our parties, you smoke weed constantly, I’ve been told you’ve slacked off your school work, you never volunteer for our philanthropy events, and yeah, I’m fucking pissed that you hit my girlfriend. You should be thanking her for getting over it and not pressing charges. You’re an overall scumbag and we’d have no problem kicking you out of our frat for good.”

I remember that I felt tears coming to my eyes. I’d felt so special when I was initiated at the end of last semester…how I kicked myself to get great grades, to make great impressions…all of that, for nothing?! What would I tell my parents?

“But lucky for you, we’ve decided to give you a second chance, on multiple conditions.”

I started nodding, my voice shaking, “Thank you, Kyle, thank you so much, I know I’m fucking up but I swear I’ll do anything to make it up to all of you,”

The smile he had on his face made me uneasy, but he continued, “Good. The first basic one is that you’re not going to be allowed to any parties for the rest of the semester. Instead, you need to bring your grades up, and you need to participate in every charity event we hold for the rest of the semester. You’re gonna sign up for siting at the fundraising tables, you’re going to come to the community kitchens, you’re going to help bring coats to the shelter drive, all of that good stuff.”

I kept nodding. Sure I was disappointed about the party thing, but I needed to get back on everyone’s good side, “Yes, sir, I’ll do all of that.“

Kyle’s smile widened. I guess he liked being called “sir”. Then he said something that turned my stomach cold “But you still have to be punished. See, everyone fucking hates you, and no one even wanted me to give you another chance. I want to help all our brothers, even the ones that act like horrendous shits, like you. No, no, they cried, kick him the fuck out! So, I suggested we set up something, a trial, something you’d have to go through to redeem yourself. After talking about for a few hours, we came up with, probably, the best [or in your case, worst] punishment you’ll have to endure if you want to continue being part of this frat.”

I gulped. He leaned in, “you have to sniff our farts.” I blinked, “…I’m sorry what?”

“You have to shove your face up each of our asses, for an hour each ass, and sniff every fart we rip up your pathetic nose, got it?”

“…is this a fucking joke?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Not at all.” His face was beyond serious, even with the mischievous grin, “We even made a special chair for you…”

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Frat Retribution, Part One

Vinnie came to the dorm’s front desk to sign me in. Feeling numb, I handed my ID to the receptionist. My eyes glanced over at his wicked grin. He was a little husky, the average “dad bod”, with shortish brown hair, stubble he was trying to grow out as a beard, and was wearing a light brown t-shirt with bright blue bball shorts. My stomach turned a bit. I was holding the folded up chair over my shoulders; it was in a bag with a strap on it.

“Alright, let’s go,” His voice was cheery. I followed him through the doors and up the stairs. Walking behind him, I was face level with his jiggling ass. My legs were shaking a bit, and my tongue was dry with premature disgust. He glanced over his shoulder and asked “So how many have you got done so far?” I swallowed hard, “You’ll be the seventh.” Admitting that caused another stab at my dignity.

“Already?” He furrowed his eyebrows, a cruel smile, “Bet you can’t wait to get a load of this!” He shook his ass a little, inches away from my face, and cackled as we continued up toward his room.

I wanted to tell him to fuck himself, but I couldn’t complain. I had to play nice, no matter how humiliating this would be.

We reached the safety of his room. He locked the door. Of course there were dirty clothes everywhere, and the smell of stale laundry. His teeth were a little yellow, grinning as he gestured to the bean bag chair in front of his TV.

“You’re roommate won’t be back until after 5, right?” I spat through a clenched jaw.

“Yep,” He dropped his voice a bit, “But, ya know, if he came earlier, I wouldn’t get up. I’ll just tell him that you paid me to do you the favor.”

My fists were shaking at my sides. If anyone else found out about this, I’d be the laughing stock of the school.

“Welp, make yourself comfortable. You’ll be here for a while, haha.”

I gave myself one last moment. I took a deep breath. I’ve done this six times before, I can get through this time. I already know what it will feel like, how humiliating it will be, how disgusting it will be…I had to get through it. I pulled the folding chair off my shoulders, and set it up so it was facing the TV.

The chair looked like a normal one from afar; green and white stripes, thin fabric, little cup holders, like for camping. But in the middle of the seat of the chair was a hole. And underneath the hole was a thick hammock like strap. I shuttered. My knuckles were white. I swallowed again, and shaking, I got down to my knees, flipped around in a laying down position, and slipped my head in, comfortably cushioned on the strap under the chair. I positioned myself so that my face was sticking through the hole. I was looking up at his ceiling.

Then, his figure towered over me. He looked down at me, with more pity than the others, and said, “So, how long is it, one hour?”

I clenched my eyes and nodded as best as I could.

“Alright,” Then I watched as he pulled his shorts and underwear down around his knees. His shaved ball sack was swinging a few inches below my face. He said, “I’ll just play my games then.”

Then, he turned around. My heart sunk a bit. His ass was chubby, and hairy. I didn’t want to cry again in front of another brother, so I made myself suck up any tears. He spread his cheeks and told me, “Since you called yesterday, I haven’t showered. And for lunch today the cafeteria had beany chili. Have fun, and don’t forget to sniff deep!”

With that, he sat down and settled his ass cheeks over my face, so my nose could slip up into his crack. The smell was just as bad as I’d expect it to be; and his crack was grimy and moist with sweat. The chair kept from all of his weight crushing on me, but I still felt like I was vacuum-sealed in his stinking trench. I sniffed deeply, getting over the smell, trying to take in air. I heard him pat his beer belly, “Oh yea, I feel like I’m about to rip ass so bad.”

I clenched my eyes shut and braced for it. He grunted, and pressing his ass down into my face even further, he let it rip,

PERPERPETPTPRTRP

“Ah,” he let out a loud sigh. I coughed through the thick musky fart, but sniffed it all. I heard him turn on his playstation.

“Ok, now your hour starts.”

I already did six hours of this with the first six guys, then I need one hour from him…and then…43 hours from the rest. Only 43 more hours of this…43 different asses, infinite farts…

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Caught Behind the Bar

This is an old story I wrote inspired by a real conversation I overheard while standing at a bar. Two straight guys (I assume?) were talking about their friend's huge cock and how hung he was, and then the guy walked up to them and they said "speak of the Devil" and I was turned on beyond belief.

~3k words

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It was a chilly autumn night and I had just gotten out of work when my roommates texted me and asked me to pick up a pizza from the local bar and grill. That’s how this all started; a boring night in with me grabbing some pizza.

I walked into the place and it was packed. Saturday night and all. Full tables chatting over mozzarella sticks and BBQ wings. I went up the hostess to make my order for takeout. It’s just me and my two roommates Connor and Jesse, but they want two large pizzas. We’ll just be playing video games and having pizza and beer.

The hostess said, “if you want you can wait at the bar and we’ll bring the food out when it’s ready.”

I thanked her, sat, and ordered a beer. I didn’t mind sitting at bars alone like this. Sometimes I’d people-watch or try to make up backstories and conversations. But I was tired from work so I had my phone out and was playing a mindless game. Several minutes passed by, and I overheard something being said by a guy a few seats away from me,

“…it’s so big, it’s like he’s got a whole other person down there.”

I blinked, and smirked. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded like innuendo.

But then he continued, “and he doesn’t shave so it’s like a full head of hair.” I glanced up at him, he was a cute guy, messy black hair, pretty thin, and talking to a guy who was bigger with a beer gut and sweats.

The chubby guy said “I don’t get the guys that don’t shave their pubes; girls like it smooth.”

His friend said, “Eh, I like feeling wild.”

My heart skipped a beat. These two guys were talking about their junks in the middle of a crowded bar! I felt my dick get hard at the thought of them naked. This was too crazy. I pulled out my phone to text Jesse the whole convo. He and I are gay and we like to text each other about the hot guys we see or hear in public.

As I did, I heard the thin guy say, “but yeah, I don’t know, Danny’s genes are great. He’s like a horse down there,”

This was crazy. They’re talking about how big their friend’s cock is. I quickly added that in the message to Jesse. My fingers were going so fast I made spelling errors.

Jesse replied: lol omgggg tell them you’ll suck them off

I smirked. Of course I wouldn’t. But I could dream.

“Well speak of the devil,” I heard the larger guy boom. I looked up and saw the hottest stud in the area. He had short brown hair, a strong jaw, the sleeves of his hoodie were halfway up his arms, and he had jeans that showed off his thighs. I thought I was going to drool from the thought of his huge cock in his pants, underneath that thick bush.

“What are you guys talking about?” He had a sexy voice too, fuck.

“You. Just jealous.” the thin friend smiled. But they changed the subject.

I texted that bit of the convo to Jesse too.

Jesse: holy shittt dude you gotta take a pic

That was another thing we did; take quick creep shots of the hot guys we saw, and go on about how much we’d want to be fucked by them and stuff. Maybe it wasn’t polite but hey I was a guy in my 20s at the time. Glancing over my shoulder, I made sure the hostess wasn’t looking toward me, and that no one was standing behind me. I brought my phone up and tried to make an inconspicuous angle to get them in the shot. I took a couple pics of Danny, who had taken off his hoodie. He had a tight grey shirt and big muscular arms. This guy def went to the gym a lot. And he didn’t shave his crotch, and he had a huge dick that his friends were jealous of. What a fucking alpha. I managed to take five quick pictures, and sent the best one to Jesse.

Jesse: wow if you don’t suck him off i will

Again, I smiled. I kept drinking my beer.

Several minutes later, I glanced up and noticed that Danny was staring at me. His friend, the bigger one who had his back to me, also turned around and gave me a quick look. I dropped my gaze to my phone. Why were they staring me down? I started to feel my stomach drop. Did they catch me taking pics? No, how could they know? Has to be something else, maybe they’re not even looking at me, I thought. My pizzas were ready so a guy from the kitchen brought them out to me. I thanked him, balanced them in my arm, and headed out the door.

The moon was bright in the alleyway. I was walking through there as a shortcut to get to the parking lot across the street where my car was. I was maybe halfway down the alley when I heard footsteps getting closer behind me. “Hey, fuckface.”

I jumped and nearly screamed from the surprise. I twisted around and saw him; Danny and his two friends. He looked angry. “Am I ugly or something?”

“H,huh?”

“You taking pics of me and my friends for some reason,” he went on, “so what is it, you think my face is funny?”

I was caught off guard. “No, that’s, no I wasn’t,”

The three of them got right up to me, Danny was staring down right into my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to run, just throw the pizzas down and run like hell. But I felt frozen, their eyes locking me in place.

“I’ll give you three seconds to tell me what your deal is or your teeth get knocked out. One,”

“You’re really hot,” I gulped, “Your friend was talking about your huge cock and I thought it was hot and I wanted to show my gay friend a pic of you,”

It just spilled out of me. My face was burning red. This felt like karma coming back for me after all the creep pics I took. I don’t even know why I thought the truth was ok, because as I said it, I was worried that would make him even more mad. But instead, I saw him start to smile, and his buddies were laughing.

“Wait, you guys said that?”

“I did,” said the thin one, “I noticed after the gym yesterday.”

“Gee, Lou, what can I say,” he shrugged. Then he looked back at me, “Well why didn’t ya say so,” his breath reeked strongly of beer.

“I’m sorry though, I’ll delete them,” my voice was shaky. I just wanted to go home.

“Eh, sure but,” he looked at his friends with a smile, “following you out here cost us our seats. That bar is too packed for those to be open for long.” He slowly took the pizzas off my arm and handed them to the bigger friend, who set them neatly on the ground nearby. Danny’s large arm fell around my shoulder. I thought that he was def going to beat me to a pulp now, but I still felt so sick I couldn’t move.

He said, “I think you need to make it up to us, you know the stress of a stranger creeping on us, and taking three good old American boys away from our beer.”

“I’m sorry, I have money in my wallet,”

He laughed, “Oh no no no, your money’s no good here.” he rubbed my hair. “Tell you what’s gonna happen now; you’re gonna get on your knees, I’m gonna pull my pants down, and your gonna kiss my ass cheeks. Understand?”

No sound came out of my mouth. I was shocked at what he’d just said. But I felt myself nodding.

“Good. Hurry up now, I ain’t got all night.”

My knees went weak and I fell onto the ground. My whole body was trembling. Despite the fear from earlier, what this was turning into had made my dick shoot up rock hard. True to his word, Danny turned around, hands on either side of his waist, and sighed, I only got a glimpse of his jeans hugging his ass cheeks before he pulled them down and showed them to me bare. There was a light amount of light brown hair around the crack, the cheeks were smooth globes, really thick. I saw a freckle near the bottom of the right cheek.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” He said, “kiss my ass. Go on. Apologize.”

His friends were cackling. I leaned forward with my lips pursed, staring at his ass that only got bigger as I got closer. My lips met his warm skin, and I gave a big kiss on his left cheek.

“Uh, excuse me dude, but I think I said ‘cheeks’ plural.” I looked up and saw Danny wink to his friend whos laugh was bellowing in the alleyway.

“I’m sorry sir,” I stuttered, and quickly brought my face up to his right cheek to kiss it.

“Hah! Sir! Exactly,” he looked over his shoulder, “You’re not done down there. Keep going. Left, right, left, right,”

So I did. I kissed each cheek of his huge ass over and over. Being down there, I was hit by the smell. He hadn’t showered yet that day, and the musk that was being held up in his underwear was out. With each pass, I got another hint of his ass crack, his gooch, his ball sack. I saw the hair under his ass around his balls. And his friends were still laughing at me. My cock was rock hard and drooling in my pants.

“Doing a great job boy, keep it up.” I looked up and saw that he was giving the thumbs up and smiling at his friend, who was holding his phone. A bright light shone and I realized too late that they were taking pictures of us. This was humiliating. This was the karma I deserved.

“Wait I got an idea, uh, stop.” so I did. He whispered something to his friend Lou. Lou smiled an evil smile, and he took of his shoe to pull off his sock. I was so confused. He handed the sock to Danny, who then turned around, grabbed each massive cheek, and pulled them apart to show me his asshole. I stared into it; it was tiny and pink surrounded by a tuft of brown hair. I thought I was going to cum right there.

“What do you see in front of you?”

“Your asshole, sir,”

“Correct! You’re smarter than you look.” that got a couple laughs, “Ok so, part two of your punishment; I haven’t showered today, so this sock is going in your mouth and your nose is going right there in my asshole, and you’re going to breathe in my stink for the next couple minutes while I have a quick conference with my boys here. Got it?”

My heart was racing. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” without more instruction, he let go of one cheek to hand the sock to me. I bunched it up into a ball and shoved it into my mouth as he pulled his cheeks apart again. The taste of Lou’s sweat took over my tongue, and with no other way to breathe but my nose, I fell forward and plugged it into Danny’s asshole. He dropped his cheeks and they suctioned over my face, making it very hard to breathe, and what little I could breathe was pure ass fumes. The stink of a man’s shithole at the end of a long day.

Meanwhile, I noticed just over the cusp of his ass cheeks blocking my vision, he leaned forward to huddle with his friends and whisper more plans. My fingers were clenching and grabbing at my jeans, partly because of the horrible stink, but mostly because I’d wanted to touch myself so bad. I’d never done anything like this with another man before. I used to be too shy to mention any dom and sub stuff. But this man, he must have spotted me as a faggot a mile away, he was ready to humiliate me like this in front of his friends. I prayed for him to fart up my nose and laugh at me like the sick little pig I am.

Sadly, in those few minutes of breathing nothing but ass funk, he didn’t fart. When he was done talking to his friends, he peeled his cheeks off my face and told me to spit out the sock, so I did. The stink was still covering my face and I had a feeling I would cum if I even moved my legs.

“Ok so we don’t have that much time, so you only have two more things to do.” Danny said, “Lemme introduce you to my friends. This here is Lou. And this here we call Moose. They’re gonna drop their pants too and you’re gonna get some cardio in kissing all of our cheeks. Then when we’re tired of that, we’ll pull those cheeks apart and you’re going to kiss our assholes. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Perfect. Let’s start.”

As he said, the two friends turned away from me and yanked their pants down. Lou’s ass on the left, Moose’s on the right, and Danny’s in the middle. I stared at the row of asses in front of me and went to work, crawling behind and planting kisses on each cheek down the line. I got to Moose’s giant cheeks and gave each one a peck before going backward. It was crazy. I shivered in the chilly air as my lips met Danny’s cheeks again, and my knees hurt scrambling to kiss Lou’s ass.

“Like a typewriter,” Danny laughed, and made a loud “Ding!” noise when I got to the front of the row again. The others laughed, staring at me. I saw Moose whip out his phone to take a picture. When I kissed their cheeks again going back down to his end, his hands reached back grabbing his large hairy cheeks and spread them,

PRRRRPRRPRPP

They all howled in laughter as I had to move into the fart cloud to kiss his ass. The stink was gross, even outside it stayed put.

After a few more minutes, Danny said, “Alright boys, spread em” and all together they yanked their cheeks apart, flashing me their assholes, “Kiss each brown star, and take your time; this is a great opportunity that you should savor.”

At Lou’s ass, I trembled and leaned in to kiss his pink hole. Obeying Danny’s command, I stayed there for a few moments, pushing my lips up against it, before pulling back and crawling to him. He eagerly kept his cheeks apart for me, and again I pressed my lips hard against him, trying to push into his hole. I could smell his musk on my lips as I left. When I got to Moose, I was about to close my eyes,

PPTPTTTT

Another chuckle. “Hold on, hold on,”

PRTRPTRPTRPTR

They kept laughing evilly, and he said, “Alright I’m out of farts now, dig in.” I leaned into his musky hairy trench, fighting against the stink of his nasty farts, and gave his asshole a deep kiss.

“How do you feel, fag?” Danny asked.

I could smell all of their assholes on my lips, and I shivered, “dirty,”

“Good. Are you dirty enough to suck me off in this alleyway?” My heart stopped. He pulled his cock out from the waistband of his boxers, a heavy and thick looking beast under his black bush, and he said “make all your dreams come true?”

“Yes sir,”

He guided me behind a dumpster. Lou and Moose kept look out while I stayed on my knees and slowly took Danny into my mouth. I gagged before he was even halfway in, flaccid. I had to back up and focus on his head for a bit to get him hard. He was already excited from humiliating me earlier and feeling me against his asshole. I licked around his cock head and it got harder, and larger.

“Can you even take it?”

“I don’t know,”

“First time for everything.”

I went down and pushed against my gag reflex to swallow him. It was hard, and it was painful at first, but I made myself breathe and took the whole thing into my throat. I gagged and drooled on his cock, up and down, making him moan and laugh, until his moaning got louder. I felt his fingers dig into my hair, forcing me down. I started choking on the thick spurt of cum that shot into my throat, more and more. I felt sick from gagging, but my throat muscles tightened around him too much and it was like I was milking the cum out of him, so he wouldn’t let me up. After his dick started to shrink back to normal, I got back to regular breathing and sucked on it to keep it warm, tasting the last but of cum that dribbled out.

“You did a great job fag.” he pet my head like a dog. He pulled out of my mouth. I coughed and gasped, leaning against the building.

“Your pizza is over there,” Moose told me. It was so bizarre, they were acting like they didn’t just bully me into kissing their asses and then deep throat their friend behind a fucking dumpster. Were these guys crazy? Or just used to this? Did they do this kind of stuff often?

And Danny said, “If you ever want to blow me or my friends, here’s my number.” and gave me some scratch paper.

I blinked, “Thanks.”

They never asked my name, didn’t even look back, as the three of them got back to talking about the next football game or something, as if none of this ever happened. I trembled in the dark. Jesse would never believe me…

str8brostink

guysocksfeet

fartcushion

"Hey there, lil' Bro. We won the match! You know what that means! Time for you to get your face in these post game socks and get a whiff of what victory smells like. Come on rub your face in there, coat yourself in my sweat. Fuck you're pathetic. Hang on, I have to fart...

Ppprrrbbbpppp

... get your face in there and sniff it that up. There's a reason I make you do this out here. It's not just so everyone can see, but I don't want to have to smell my B.O. - that's just for you to enjoy - so that goes double for my farts. Fuck that was putrid. Hang on, I think I have another brewing. Hoover this one up and then you can get back to my feet. Ugh...

PPPPLLLLPPPBBB

...Ok, that one was wet. Once you're done I'm going to head up for a shower. I'll put my socks in your pillow case as usual, but I think today you'll be getting these boxers too"

malesocksnfarts

Yeah you need it bro

anothercockinthewall

brosinthecloset

Rory cornered you outside the cafeteria. He’d been picking on you for years, so your defences were up. But he just got in close and said he knew you were gay - and your heart fluttered - and he thought he might be, too. You couldn’t believe it.

And yet, you did.

That was your first mistake.

He and his dickhead friends were waiting to show you how they treat fags in this town. You didn’t know what was more humiliating - him stuffing his used socks in your mouth; his friends laughing like demented hyenas as they stood around and watched; or that your dick was so hard it hurt.

The only thing that gave you any bit of solice was the unmistakable feeling of his hard dick pressed against your ass as he lay on top of you. He was enjoying this. Like, gay-enjoying this.

What they say about homophobes is true.

under-his-arm

fartcushion

"Hey fag, you want to sniff these boxers? You have to earn them. Thought you could just take them from of my bedroom floor and I wouldn't notice? Get your face in this pit. Then you're going to suck the sweat out of these socks I've had on all week. Then you can have these piss and shit stained boxers you're craving so badly"

theleomarspt2

Major Latin Farts (ig: @/gdalphashao)

fartcushion

He caught you sniffing the chair once after he'd left the room. Now he's aware you're a pervert he gets off making you fag out. He's going to fart with you kneeling inches away, watching as your eyes roll back in ecstasy. When he's all out he'll get up and watch you sniff every last bit of fart from the chair, tugging on your tiny dick.

stinkfacepunishment

Loser? More like winner

manstinksea-deactivated20190105

fartfagoutlet

Your boss at work finally found something you’re good at. You were made for this! Now be a team player faggot and serve the executive board with gusto.

story92746

Bro

My brother loved to torture me. he’d always rub any source of stink on my face. I was 14 at the time and even though I had some muscle my brother, Mark was the god of jocks standing at a monster 6 foot 2 and covered in muscle at the age of 17

it was 2 weeks into the summer and I woke up to something on my face. I took a sniff and gagged it was then that i knew what it was.It was my brother. Pprrttbbt “ooh sniff that up bitch” mark said with enjoyment. He loved waking me up to his stink, whether that meant him farting, or just holding one of his dirty socks up to my nose.

Around the same time that week our parents had to leave for 2 weeks to visit family and of course they were leaving mark in charge.f***.

2 days after our parents left. as I walked to my room I walked into my brother wearing a pair of tightie whites which looked too small for him,“ hey Bro, I’m having a party tonight it’s gonna be fucking awesome, so stay in your room, k? That’s my first order, follow all of my orders and the next two weeks will be bearable, but don’t do as I say and i can make it much different”

The day after his party was quiet, maybe my brother was being mature. I had spent the previous day in my room. I walked into the living room to find it in a complete state.“Mark!!” i shouted. I heard thumping from his room and he came out, FUCKING NAKED.“what the f*** I was sleeping you shit”. “first of all put some clothes on ffs and second look at this mess” mark scanned the room and laughed “oh it won’t be like this for long, cus your gonna clean it” I was furious “am I f***” a dark smirk grew on his face “well if you won’t clean then you can have another job that’ll last the 2 weeks, you can be my scent bitch” I knew what this meant and tried to run even if I knew there was no point. He grabbed me and dragged me to his room “you ain’t getting away, I have a shit ton of morning thunder” he threw me on his bed gave me a cocky smirk and sat BAREASS on my face. The smell was horrific. “here it comes Bro” I felt his cheeks clench before releasing a Loud trumpet, BBRRAPTTTTTABT. He was over my mouth so I had no other choice than to sniff . It was a toxic, shitty smell and they kept coming. Pprrttbbt. oh that was a wet one bitch, Brrapptbbt. ooh bbbraptssth. mg nose was burning on the sulphuric compounds. ok i got stuff to do for now so I’m gonna just knock ya out. I felt him bear down PPssshhhrttrrshurt. A sizzling sbd and I feel dizzy. nighty night Bro PRAPBBBTBPAARTSJHHHBRAPTshhhpb raptshhh. I faded while gagging. I woke up not not remembering where I was until I looked around and found myself in my brothers room. It was then I remembered what had happened. I tried to get up but I was tied to his bed and to make matters worse he had put duct tape over my mouth so I was forced to smell the air still smelling like his farts. I don’t know how long I waited until I heard the door “Hey Bro, I’m home” he walked in and laughed when he saw me “and guess what, I’ve been at the gym so I’m nice and sweaty for you. I almost got kicked out because I refused to wear deodorant and was stinking the place out haha we’re gonna have fun” he laid down on top of me on his side with his elbow above me so u were forced into his greasy pit “ooh f*** that reeks, sniff it up” he rubbed his pit over my nose for what seemed like an eternity but was probably just 20 minutes “ooh my other armpit feels left out, you’re going to have to make it up to him” he rips the duct tape off your mouth but before you can scream he forces his armpit into your mouth “please maagghrk staahp” I gurgled into his pit “ok I will stop but now those Buritos I had before coming home are acting up” he gets up and lowers his shorts and underwear until you see his sweaty and hairy ass crack “ NO MARK PLEAGHGH” was all I got out before he sat his hole on my mouth “shut up bitch, or I’ll shit down your throat” you stay silent after that “Here we go” mark yells before squeezing a sbd that fires out of his ass and down my throat, I start gagging “ ooh that one felt nasty” I spent the next half hour getting blasted by every fart known to man. sbd’s, loud trumpeting blasts and once he even farted a wet one and i felt the ass juice hit the back of my throat. “ok I’m off to go fuel up and watch TV, when I come back I may even have a little treat for you” he went to put his underwear on “wait what the f*** am I doing I don’t need a wear underwear in the house” he holds the ass part to his back side and rips a fart that lasted like 14 seconds and grabs the duct tape “I’ll give you these so you can keep my scent, haha” he then taped the ass part to my nose “later bitch”

gassywill-deactivated20250127

(Pt 1) The Gassy Master - Meet Up

/ Story based a little on truth and what me and Jake actually get up too, but might make this a series - includes farts, burps, cum \

I didn’t know what to expect, I met the guy online. Jake was his name, he was cute and very kinky and he had a fart fetish which I kinda liked the idea of as it sounded pretty controlling and a fitting punishment for me. I hadn’t really done much with guys, I am not really into the usual stuff like anal, I just wanted to be controlled by someone, however I didn’t quite know what that would look like.

That’s when I found him, I was on Tinder and as I was swiping through then this brown haired guy smiled out of the screen at me. He was cute, and way out of my league. I scrolled down the see his profile:

“Looking for my next victim, think you can handle being used for hours on end? Swipe right.”

I did just that. I waited, and waited then about a week later we matched and he messaged me:

“Hey bitch, so you think you could take it?”

I was in shock, having never done anything like this is hesitantly replied, “yes” he snapped back with “yes, what?” I didn’t quite know what he meant, he then replied again saying “you should say yes master” I agreed, as I typed messages back and forth by dick throbbed.

We eventually decided to meet, on Saturday. It was Friday. To say I was scared was a MASSIVE understatement.

I walked into his apartment with my overnight bag, being optimistic I had packed for a night. He lead me into his room, Jake’s massive ass bouncing up and down as he walked around. It’s at this point to mention he was even hotter in person, like just cute. I would not have expected him to be like what he was.

The bed was in the centre of his room, on the bed was a very thick sleeping bag to the side of it were leather handcuffs and then a gas mask. This made me more nervous, sure he told me what he was gonna do to me, but I didn’t really believe it. Until now.

He looked at me and said “you sure about this” I replied quietly with “yes” he looked at me, anger building in his face he ran towards me and thew me against the wall, pinning my neck with his muscly arm. He said “what?” I didn’t know what he meant. He went in to kiss me, as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly I felt him belch right down my throat “wtf” I said, he looked at me and went “wtf master you mean” keeping a strong tight hold.

He held my head and belched towards my nose once more, this smelling even more awful. He looked right into my eyes and said “call me master, or I will publish you harder” I nodded to agree.

Wasn’t going to make that mistake again. With the taste and smell of his disgusting burp still lingering he gestured over to the bed, saying the words “strip for me”. I took off my clothes and waited for my next instructions.

He came over and attached the leather handcuffs to my hands and feet, I wasn’t free anymore. He dragged me over to the bed, and told me to get into the sleeping bag. It was quite cosy being honest, felt nice against the skin but stank of rotten eggs and weeks old dry cum.

He slowly zipped up the bag, with a little laugh as he did it. He looked down and said “right bitch, it’s time for me to unload this gas I’ve been holding in” I was a bit scared and asked by master if we could wait a few minutes before starting.

Instead of doing that, he took his socks off, they were meant to be white I think, but the whole bottom was brown. I could smell them from here. He told me to open wide, after what happened with the burp I didn’t was to refuse.

I opened my mouth and he stuffed his sock in, fuck. It tasted bad. So bad, I can’t even begin to scribe the taste it was just rotten. I tried spitting it out, but he held my mouth shut. He grabbed some gaffa tape and bound my mouth shut.

I was now silent, not able to protest the stinky torture I was about to endure. He reached over me and grabbed the gas mask, as I shook my head in protest thinking he would listen the grin on his face grew.

Had he done this before? He must of. But he was so excited for it to happen, I was beginning to regret what I had agreed too. I was secured, no escape in a thick sleeping bag, gagged with his dirty sock and now having a gas mask fitted to my face.

I could see out the eye holes of the mast, my view was mostly restricted. I felt him sit next to me, I looked up and could see him, he looked like he was towering over me, he was still hot even after all this.

I felt him attach a tube to the bottom of the gas mask, as I breathed the smell was ok. Then all of a sudden the smell and feel of the air changed, the air was warm and smelt a little eggy. I thought, this is it, I think I can handle this.

He looked down and said “ready bitch boy?” I then realised that smell was just his ass, not a fart. Shook my head, he smiled and let out a massive bubbly fart down the tube, I heard the sound of it, then the smell hit me in waves.

It was TOXIC, absolutely vile. I had no choice to inhale it, my mouth full of his disgusting socks. I screamed, muffled by his socks and forced to breath in his deadly air, the eye holes started to condensate making it very difficult to see anything.

I tried to move but I was stuck, then he ripped another vile fart down the tube, this time was even worse than last time. This is the moment I felt his hand go down to my dick. Through the sleeping bag he touched my dick rubbing it, making me harder and harder.

He was basically wanking me off to his deadly gas, but he was very good at this. It felt so good, but the smell was so bad. He ripped even more farts, each louder and stinkier than the last. It was gross, I was screaming my dick getting harder and harder as he used it, until… I came. It felt amazing although that was short lived as a massive SBD ripped down the tube all I could do was smell it, I didn’t hear it coming. Just the toxic wave of air made it so much worse. It was this moment I passed out cold.

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