I needed to hire a plumber to take care of pipe leak. Ricky seemed to have good reviews on the website so I sent a message to enquire. Almost immediately he got back to me and said he could fit me in tomorrow.
The next day I opened the door to a tall man, slight build of muscle, and a dark hair. After the initial introduction I pointed to the stairs and he went passed me on his way. I could smell the musk, a man that works hard all day doing manual labour. It was intoxicating.
I followed him up the stairs noticing the full ass stuffed in to his jeans. He was telling me about what he thought the problem would be, but my attention was solely focused on watching the globes bounce just inches from my face.
Ricky got to work, inspecting the system. I didn’t want to intrude but I wanted to catch more glimpses of him so I sat on the bath edge and watched. We spoke a bit about the issue, then moved on to more general things as he worked. He complained about his girlfriend, that they’d been fighting lately. “Which of course means I get no sex from her” he threw out casually.
“I bet that’s frustrating for you” I reply stupidly. But again my mind was too busy thinking about what it’d be like to have him fucking me.
“Yeh. You got a girlfriend? If so hope she’s not a mad one like mine.”
“No, I don’t. I’m single. Im actually gay though so not experienced dating a woman”
He paused for a moment. “Oh really? Can never tell these days”. He carried on.
There was a moment of awkward silence, I went to break it before he cut in. “Right that should do it. Better test it”
I thought he was going to just flush it and call it a day. But he stood up, pulled his jeans down and sat on the toilet. I was shocked, embarrassed I went to leave.
“Sit back down, fag”
I sat. Stunned to silence.
“I would have just gone home. But now I think I’ll have some fun”
Ppppprrrppp. A fart echoed in the toilet.
“I thought it was weird you were hovering about. But makes sense now, you were perving on me”
Pppppppbbbbttt.
“Ah, been holding this in since lunch. How does it smell?”
I just stared in silence.
“Come kneel in front of me. Like a king on his thrown”
Dropping down to the floor I knelt and crawled over. Just as the first shit hit the toilet. He laughed and opened his legs. “That’s it, get a good smell”. He ruffled my hair like a dog, then guided my face closer. Inches from the bowl another fart sputtered out followed by another splash.
Having finished pissing he pulled his cock out and held it expectantly. I took it on my mouth and could taste the sour piss on his tip. I sucked him off, as his cock engorged in my mouth he leant back and relaxed. The silence only broken by the odd slurp and another fart echoing in the bowl.
My eyes watered, both from the smell and from his cock being rammed down my throat. Finally he held me down as his built up cum exploded in my mouth, I struggled to swallow before it was filled again. I released his cock and sat back, hoping he’d leave.
Ricky laughed as he looked down from his throne. Then he got up, and just as I thought I was getting my wish, he turned around and squatted back on the toilet. “Now wipe me”. Shaking I reached for the toilet paper. “Oh no you don’t”. He leant forward on the cistern, opening up his crack for me. “Use your tongue”
As a faggot, I’m often summoned by Alphas looking to be serviced. I always obey and happily serve, worship, and obey every Man - regardless of age, appearance, etc. However, every now and again I’m summoned by a young, fit Alpha.
Sometimes, these young Men seek out older faggots like me - either because They have a preference for my age and appearance, or because They appreciate being serviced by a more experienced faggot, or both - but often They seek me out because of the pleasure They derive by using, abusing (and often humiliating) an older faggot.
Indeed, the power dynamic and difference - the sheer distance between Man and faggot - is much greater when an infinitely inferior old faggot like me is dominated by an exceptionally superior young Alpha.
And remember, for most of these young Alphas, Their college experience is the first time They’re not being told what to do by parents - so of course They embrace the opportunity to exercise Their innate power and superiority and play claim to Their birthright as Men.
In this case, as soon as I walked into His dorm, He lifted up His phone and began recording.
“Take off your clothes, faggot.”
I immediately obeyed - knowing that my humiliation was likely being recorded or possibly live-streamed.
As I stripped, he shook His head and announced, “fuck you’re an ugly faggot! How old are you?” I answered respectfully and He laughed “damn, I think you’re the oldest faggot l’ve ever let serve Me.”
I nodded and thanked Him for this opportunity.
Once I was completely naked He commanded me to spin around. I obeyed.
Then He told me to bend over and spread my asscheeks so He could laugh at my wrecked, worn out faghole.
“Damn, I’m kinda impressed and kinda worried, faggot; I’d have thought a desperate old faggot like you would have blown out your sphincter years ago. Is your fagcunt cleaned out?”
I nodded affirmatively.
“Good. Not sure if I’ll fuck you, but good to know your hole is cleaned out. Then again, if it wasn’t, I’d have made you suck my dick clean after l finished. I bet you would’ve liked that though, isn’t that true faggot?”
I nodded my head yes.
“Yeah, I knew it. You’re one of those faggots. You like being a toilet and are hungry for whatever l want to feed you, aren’t you?”
I again nodded yes.
“Cum, piss, snot, spit, shit - you love all of it don’t you, you sick fuck?”
As His words washed over me, my worthless fagdick began to get hard and I again nodded yes.
“Damn, you’re pitiful.” He decreed. “Come here and get on your knees, faggot.“ I immediately obeyed and once positioned between His legs bowed my head with respect and anticipation.
"Let’s begin.”
I began at His feet - inhaling the subtle stink emanating from His sweaty socks. I continued to breathe it in as He pressed His feet against my face - soon He was pushing open my lips with His feet and I began sucking on His toes through His dirty socks.
“Use your mouth to pull off my socks, faggot.” I complied and was unsurprised when He leaned forward and stuffed them into my mouth. I continued to suck on His sock gag as His bare feet pressed against my face. What bliss.
He abruptly stopped rubbing His feet against my face and barked, “bury your nose in my crack and smell my ripe ass, faggot!”
I obeyed immediately and, with a mouthful of His socks, buried my face into His backside - inhaling the pungent odor of His ass as He positioned His iPhone to capture my depravity.
Moments later, I felt His hand at the back of my head as He pressed my face deeper and then let loose a loud fart.
“Breathe it in faggot! Inhale my fart!”
I gagged momentarily as I felt the moist heat of His ass gas against my face and filling my nose. I did as He commanded and breathed in His stink deeply. It was a foul smelling fart but I loved inhaling Him nonetheless. I moaned in both disgust and ecstasy.
He let rip a few more farts before releasing me and pulling His now spit-soaked socks from my mouth.
“You liked the stink from my ass, didn’t you faggot?” I nodded. “Well, you’ll have more chances to enjoy that later, but right now I need you to open your mouth and lean your head back.”
I obeyed and watched as He began to twist His socks tightly above my open maw. A small but not insubstantial amount of my spit - mingled with His dirty sock sweat - flowed into my mouth.
“Swallow it, faggot and tell me how much you love the taste of my stinky sweaty feet.”
I could taste His sweat and the grittiness of His dirty socks as the small amount of His sock juice landed on my lips and tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant, but I was pleased He was enjoying my humiliation. As I licked my lips clean and swallowed it down I thanked Him for the privilege of tasting anything from Him and expressed my love for any reward He granted me.
Just as I finished expressing my gratitude He grabbed me by the hair and twisted my head upwards to face Him - “open your mouth” He commanded, and I immediately complied. His loogie hit the mark and landed at the back of my throat.
“Swallow!”
I swallowed and immediately re-opened my mouth to meet a thick strand of His saliva stretching from His lips to my tongue. “Swallow!” I obeyed and He released me from His grip.
He repositioned His phone in its stand - still filming - and then pulled off His shorts and jock. He pressed His sweaty jock against my face, lips, and nose and let me breathe in the intoxicating aroma of His masculine stink. It was powerful and musky and I felt my little fagdick twitch and a small droplet of precum to leak from the slit.
He must’ve seen this because He immediately used His bare foot to slap my balls with two sharp snaps in quick succession.
I groaned and doubled over with pain as He chuckled and remarked, “you’re here for my pleasure, faggot, not the other way around.”
As my stomach turned with nauseating waves of pain, I saw Him grab His spent socks and jockstrap and walk into the other room.
When He returned with a large water bottle and stuffed it with His socks and jockstrap, I
Had an idea what I was in for…
Even soft, His cock was fat with about 4 or 4.5 inches of length. His balls were proportionate and hung loose and full of- framed by a full but well-groomed bush of dark brown pubes.
As I watched, He widened His stance, placed the head of His cut cock over the lip of the bottle, and unleashed a powerful stream of hot, deep yellow piss - soaking his socks and jock as He filled up the bottle to about 2/3rds from the top. He sealed the bottle with its lid and remarked He’d let that steep for a bit before letting me gulp it down. I nodded and was legitimately eager to drink down His sock n’ jock flavored piss tea.
“Lie down on your back,” He ordered as He put down the bottle. I obeyed and was surprised by how cold the floor was against my back. As I remained in positions heard Him head to the toilet. He left the door open and I could hear clearly as He took a shit. It was clearly a large dump and I was surprised when He appeared standing over me with a wicked grin across His lips.
“Damn faggot! Did you hear that? That was nasty shit. But feel kinda stupid. I forgot I’m out of toilet paper, so wasn’t able to wipe my ass. Can you think of any way to help Me out?”
I nodded and accepted my reality as a faggot. Men sometimes don’t wipe, or wipe well when they do for that matter, and it’s my duty to serve Them in whatever capacity They deem worthwhile.
I really didn’t mind all that much and knew that I could’ve been the toilet and the toilet paper in this instance, rather than just the toilet paper. Having choked down a few logs in my time as a toilet fag, I was secretly relieved that I was not getting fed - at least not yet.
He straddled me and lowered Himself onto my face. His ass smelled of shit and as I began to probe with my tongue, could taste a sourness as I lapped at His dirty hole. He moaned and offered encouragement, “yeah faggot, get in there and lick my hole clean…”
After the initial shock of His potent odor, I found myself enjoying the stink (as I almost always did). After all, I regularly would sneak furtive sniffing sessions with random dirty, skidmarked underwear at the gym or when traveling with friends (I’ve raised the dirty laundry bags of my buddies on more than a few occasions)!
I didn’t even mind the taste and, soon enough, I had tongued clean His hole and switched my focus to perform a more conventional rim job. As I sucked on His hole, I felt Him pushing out His pucker but He was empty and I took the opportunity to dig my tongue deeper inside His anus. He tasted amazing and I loved the weight of His body against my face.
He was stroking as I continued to rim and I could feel His balls bouncing against my chin as I chowed down on His hole. I could’ve happily stayed that way for hours, but soon enough, He stood up and repositioned Himself so He could stuff His now rockhard cock down my throat.
His cock was well over 8 inches at full mast and I gagged despite myself as He began to throatfuck me. He didn’t care whether I could breathe - He was enjoying my throat and my discomfort and kept thrusting balls deep as my face was flooded with a combination of my throat slime, saliva, snot, and tears. He continued pummeling my tonsils as I choked down what I assumed was copious amounts of His salty precum.
After about ten more minutes of this He pulled out and admired the destruction He had reaped from my throat. His cock was still rigid with a slight downward curve. It was covered in my glistening throat slime. He laughed, spat across my face, and then said, “damn faggot, you have a great mouth. If your faghole is anything like your throat, I may want to use you again!”
With that He took His hand and cleaned off my face - scraping off the slime, snot, and tears.
“Flip over, faggot.”
I obeyed and felt as He placed His hand roughly between my asscheeks - lubing up my hole with my own mucous and spit.
There was no pause. He didn’t ease into me or take it slow - He took the head of His raw cock, pressed it against my pucker, and drove the full length and breadth of His impressive cock balls deep inside me. I winced momentarily as a wave of burning pain inflamed my sphincter, but bit my tongue for fear He would be displeased and send me home.
Within thirty seconds, the pain had passed and He was already pounding away at my fagcunt with vigor and determination. He wanted to destroy my hole and was going to extract maximum pleasure from His hard, unremitting penetrations.
I was in bliss and felt His sweat against my back as He continued His mighty assault against my faghole.
After an impressive duration that attested to His youthful stamina and Alpha-borne endurance, I felt the unmistakable spasms of His cock pulsating inside me - shooting His load balls deep inside my guts. He pumped strands of His seed for what seemed like a full minute or more - and thrust into me a dozen more times to distribute and churn His cum inside me before pulling out.
My ass was wet and leaked cum. He leaned back and scooped up some of His leaked load and then fed it to me. After licking his fingers cleaned, He slid his softening cock into my mouth so I could suck it clean.
He pulled it out of my mouth and gently slapped my face saying, “fuck yeah, faggot. You’re a good one. Def gonna use you again.” With that, He stood up and took a seat in the chair He’d been sitting in when I arrived.
I was still on the floor - naked, covered in sweat and spit, my ass swollen and still leaking cum. He motioned me towards Him and pointed to the water bottle that was placed next to the chair. “You look parched. Drink every last drop or you may never taste my piss again.”
I didn’t need to hazard, I was thirsty for His piss and eagerly began to gulp it down. How much flavor the jock and his sock brought to the beverage I really don’t know, but His piss was strong and salty - just like I liked it. I had no trouble guzzling it all down, and when I had finished - to demonstrate to Him just how much I appreciated the privilege of serving Him, I opened the bottle, pulled out each item individually, and squeezed every last drop I could into my thirsty mouth.
“Good job, faggot.” He smiled, “you still eager for more?” I nodded my head vigorously, hoping to be rewarded with His fresh piss or another load. “Well, I never flushed when I took that shit and I think I made quite a mess - so I guess the only question is how much of a faggot are you?”
I looked toward the bathroom door, conflicted but resolved, and certain that, as a faggot, I would do anything and everything He commanded of me.
Hydration is important for staying focused. Make sure to fill your bottle up throughout the day. Though due to budget cuts across the district there has to be a hierarchy. Fags, you’ll get your water recycled, straight from your assigned bullies cock. Make sure not to spill a drop, and if you forget your bottle don’t panic you can drink from the tap.
A frat has an interesting tradition for which they need a judge. Fortunately Nick, the brother of one of the frat members is available for the position, as he wants to join the frat.
The story ended quite long, so I chopped it in two parts, and will post the second once I finish editing it.
Nick stared at the frat house floor. He'd botched the pledging initiation because he had caught a particularly bad cold during the week-long trials where pledges are supposed to do a series of challenges to try and join.
His big brother, Christian and his father had been pressuring him to join in, so he felt terrible at failing to fulfill their expectations.
Christian, his older brother, was a senior and was regarded as a total beast in the house, and pulled him aside one day to tell him something. He was built like a tank, all muscle from gym sessions, with a wide almost dumb grin that made everyone like him.
"Dude, you're family," Christian said, clapping Nick on the back hard enough to sting."Pledging's bullshit anyway. I've talked with Jason since he’s the press and all and he says that if you’re really invested we got a way in. The only thing you’ve gotta do is be the Judge on the GrossOlympics, a contest we have each semester in the fraternity. You just gotta be the judge and we’ll count it as if you passed initiation."
Nick blinked."GrossOlympics? Like what, eating contests?"
Christian coughed.
“Well, hopefully not.” Christian chuckled, it was a low awkward laugh with heavy undertones. "It’s kind of a Masculinity contest? Something along the lines of embracing the ‘Men are Gross’ ideology. No matter.” He said and continued.
“Theme for this year's 'Assess.' Who's got the manliest ass in the house. The press makes some categories and you rate the participants. Bros love it, but it’s hard to find a Judge each year, proves you're one of us by taking the hit."
Nick's stomach twisted. He wanted in bad—the parties, the connections, the status. “But judging asses? How's that even..."
"Yeah,"Christian cut in, smirking."Sniff, lick, whatever Jason says. Don't pussy out now. I'll even win one for ya."
“You what?”
“Yeah dude, I must participate, I have a reputation to maintain.”
…
The night arrived in the frat basement, and dim lights buzzing over red solo cups and a sticky floor. It was summer, and the multitude of brothers mingled around in gym shorts, and a buzzy energy saturated the air.
Jason banged a plastic bat on a wooden table, quieting the room."Alright, assholes! GrossOlympics kick off now. Some of you already know how it goes, and I’m pretty sure I gave you all an explanation so you could make preparations, but let's explain for the newbies and our Judge. Our judge tonight is Nick, Christian's little bro.” He grabbed me by the arm, making me stick out. “He botched pledge week, but he's earning his spot with us by taking the hit today, and since this is his initiation trial, so there’s no need to be overly kind or anything.” He talked to the room
“Now about the events today! I don’t expect to be able to appreciate how manly your asses are, but that’s Nick’s job! and for that purpose, I inaugurate the Nastiest Ass Competition! He said to the crowd. “There's going to be three main events tonight!”
“FIRST the Smelliest Ass! Second, the Tatiest Ass! And finally! The Nastiest Fart Contest” The frat bros went wild.
“First! The Ass Smelling Competition! The rules are simple, you pigs drop your shorts and trousers and let Chris’s bro have a few sniffs, he rates them. Nick, no mouth breathing. Jason's got a gag if you try to cheat. Each bro lines up, drops shorts, bends over, spreads cheeks. You stick your nose right in the crack, tip on the hole, and take ten deep sniffs. Gotta hear 'em loud, or they don't count."
The brothers whooped, fists pumping and making a racket as they taunted Nick by showcasing their buttocks making all sorts of lewd and demeaning expressions.
“Now because Nick here can’t possibly go through all of your arses tonight, we’ll choose only twelve of us to be part of each competition! So please, step right up and grab a paper”. He said and the men started making a line and grabbing little papers, grinning and even exchanging them among themselves.
Jason grinned, holding up a marker and speaking to the frat."We'll number your backsides so the pledge doesn't mix up the stinkers. Also, try keeping your gas in the tank, since they’re gonna be ranked separately later”
Nick swallowed hard, face heating."I guess there's no backing out?"
The room exploded in laughs."Don't be a sissy, pledge! Get on with it!" Someone yelled. Christian shot Nick a thumbs-up while mouthing "You got this, bro."The others giggled like kids pulling a prank as they made a ruckus.
Jason nodded. " Well then , Line up, bros. You know the drill."
The brothers shuffled into a ragged line against the basement wall, the air thick with that stale beer-and-sweat tang from the summer heat seeping through the concrete. There were about a dozen of them. Some were tall and lanky like they'd just rolled out of a pickup basketball game, others short and stocky with the kind of builds that screamed deadlifts and protein shakes. Jason handed out the marker, and they took turns scrawling numbers on their lower backs, just above the waistband of their shorts.
Nick stood there, heart pounding in his throat, wishing the floor would swallow him whole. His face burned hotter than the sticky air, and he could feel every eye in the room on him, waiting for him to crack. Christian gave him another thumbs-up from the line, his tank-top stretched tight over those massive shoulders, but it didn't help.
This was insane. Sniffing asses? In front of his own brother? In fact, to his own brother too? He wanted to bolt, but the door was blocked by a couple of pledges, and backing out now meant losing any shot at belonging here.
"Number one, you're up, bro!" Jason barked, pointing to a tall guy at the front. He was Tyler, Nick remembered from earlier intros. Tyler was the languid type, over six feet with a broad back that tapered down to narrow hips. He sauntered forward and without a second thought yanked down his basketball shorts and boxers in one motion. The room hooted as he bent over a folding chair they'd dragged into the center, planting his hands on his knees and reaching back to spread his cheeks wide.
As he did so, Jason took place behind him, his presence emanating heat that the overly alert senses of Nick picked against his back “Since this is presumably your first time sniffing ass, you can just measure with your heart, and if you have a change of opinion by the end we can just adjust it. Now, I’m just gonna stand up behind you to make sure there’s no funny business involved.” He said, trapping Nick between him and the arse of his frat brother.
Nick froze, staring at the exposed ass in front of him. It was pale a contrast from the light tan he had on the rest of his body, but already glistening with a sheen of sweat from the warm humid basement. The crack was deep, shadowed, and even from a foot away, a faint musky warmth hit him. It was the smell of an active funk mixed with the salty drip of a long day. Tyler glanced back over his shoulder with a dude-bro smirk. "Come on, Judge. This one's fresh from the gym. Did squats all afternoon and skipped shower. Real man scent, right?"
The brothers cracked up, someone yelling, "Yeah, that's prime bro-butt! Built up that sweat equity!" Nick's stomach churned. He didn't want to do this. His nose wrinkled instinctively, but Jason loomed nearby, dangling that gag like a threat. Swallowing bile, Nick stepped closer, the heat radiating off Tyler's skin like a damn furnace. He leaned in, pressing the tip of his nose right against the puckered hole as instructed, the skin hot and slightly damp under his touch. Then he inhaled; deep, loud sniffs that echoed in the sudden hush of the room.
The first whiff slammed into him: sharp and earthy, like wet earth after rain but twisted with something sour, almost cheesy from the trapped sweat. It burned his nostrils, coating his throat with a thick, unrelenting tang. He forced the next nine, each one worse, deeper pulls that dragged in the full bouquet of unwashed musk, a hint of salty perspiration from those squats mingling with the natural, intimate bitterness of ass crack that hadn't seen soap all day. His eyes watered, lungs screaming for clean air, but he kept going, sniffing deep as humiliation flooded him and the brothers jeered.
"Yeah judge, let me hear that sniff!" Tyler chuckled, flexing his cheeks a bit, which only pushed more of that warm, stifling aroma his way.
By the tenth, Nick pulled back gasping, head spinning. "Uh... solid seven," he muttered, voice hoarse, wiping his nose on his sleeve harshly.
Tyler pulled up his shorts, high-fiving Jason. "Seven? Weeak, but I'll take it. Next!"
Number two was Mike, shorter and more muscular, built like a fireplug with thick thighs that strained his gym shorts. Unlike Tyler who seemed to like to show off, he was more stoic. He dropped through without fanfare or even sparing him a glance, bending over with a grunt. His ass was thick and powerful, covered in a light fuzz of dark hair that was matted with sweat. The cheeks were plump, but the crack between them looked like a humid jungle. The dark, moist, crevice already emanated a wave of heat that carried a pungent edge.
Nick hesitated longer this time, now that he knew what it entailed first hand, his reluctance formed a knot in his gut. This wasn't just gross; it was invasive, stripping away any dignity he had left. But the line was waiting, Christian watching with that uneasy yet expectant grin as Jason looked at him threateningly. He leaned in again, nose to the source.
Even though the man was shorter, the arse was considerably bigger so Nick had to push inside his face through the muscular cheeks, getting his face slimed with sweat as he reached the place where the tip of his nose met the wrinkled hole.
The smell hit like a wall, intense and almost fermented, from hours of sweat soaking into the hair and skin during that hike. It was sour and tangy, like overripe fruit mixed with the sharp bite of body odor amplified by the summer humidity. Each sniff pulled in more: hot, sticky vapors that clung to his sinuses, making his stomach lurch. By the fifth inhale, he gagged softly and tried to pull back, but Jason quickly put his hand behind Nick’s head and muttered “If you pull back, you have to start again from zero”. So he gathered his courage and pushed through, the flavor seeping onto his tongue despite his best efforts to mouth-breathe. The brothers laughed outside his range of sight. But Mike just stayed still, serious as ever, like this was just some rite of passage and he didn’t think more of it, nor of the man gagging from his arse. Nick finished the ten, reeling back with tears pricking his eyes and falling to his knees in exhaustion. "Nine... maybe Ten. I don't know, it was definitely strong."
Mike nodded curtly as he looked down at him, pulling up without saying a word. The contrast made it worse for Nick, as Mike's no-nonsense attitude turned the humiliation up, like even the stoic guys saw this as normal.
Like that, a number of men did the same, bending forward in the folding chair as they prepared to have their ass sniffed.
The line kept going, number four a stocky guy named Derek, broad-backed from wrestling, his ass plump and hairy, reeking of gym locker residue after a double session: musty, like old socks soaked in vinegar. He joked about it being "alpha marinade," but Nick barely heard, lost in the revolting intimacy, the way each sniff stripped him bare. By number five —a lanky sophomore with a surprisingly potent post-run tang of sharp ammonia from sprint intervals— Nick was lightheaded, the cumulative assault making his reluctance feel like defeat. Christian was up soon, and the thought of sniffing his own brother's ass twisted the knife deeper, the brothers' laughs a constant reminder of his place at the bottom.
Jason clapped him on the back after the sixth. "Keep it up, Judge. Halfway there."
Numbers seven and eight blurred into a haze for Nick, his nose numb from the onslaught. Six was a wiry sophomore named Jake, tall and languid with a runner's lean frame, his ass slim and sweat-slick from an evening jog in the humid dusk. The smell punched with a sharp, vinegary tang—like pickled onions from the trapped lactic acid—and Nick rated it a six, barely audible over the whoops. Eight, an average height, bulky guy called Rico, broad-backed from rugby scrums, bent over with cheeks that were compact and hairy, radiating a deep, earthy musk from a day of tackling drills without a rinse. It clung heavy, like damp soil mixed with faint shit residue, earning a seven-and-a-half that drew cheers.
But then came number Ten: Christian. Christian flashed his signature dumb grin, and dropped his shorts casually, boxers following, and bent over the chair with a low chuckle.
Even before leaning in, Nick caught the initial wave, a straightforward, masculine heat, like fresh sweat with an undercurrent of clean soap from his afternoon shower, now soured just enough by the day's grind. It wasn't the nightmare he'd feared; Christian was mostly diligent about hygiene, but the trapped warmth had brewed a mild but present funk.
Thankfully, because the smell was so mild compared to the rest of the men, he managed to make it fast without gagging, and avoided making it unnecessarily awkward.
Pulling away, Nick mumbled a four, Christian pulled up, clapping his shoulder like nothing happened. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Bah” said Jason while addressing Chris. “You’re only going easy on him because he’s your little brother, I’ve seen you put the pledges through the wringer time and time again with a grin on your face you asshole.”
Christian laughed at the accusation but didn’t deny it, instead scratching his back awkwardly as he walked away.
The last few flew by in a fog as he powered through, head throbbing. Jason tallied the scores on a crumpled notepad, grinning wide. "Alright, smelling round's done! It seems Mike’s winning this one bros. Solid work, pledge, you didn't even puke, that's a win." He said. “We’ll announce the prizes once everything’s over though”.
The basement erupted in cheers, cups clinking as the brothers pulled up shorts and grabbed fresh beers, the energy shifting like a gear change. Nick slumped against the wall, wiping sweat from his brow, the medley of scents still haunting his every breath. But Jason wasn't letting him rest. He banged the bat again, voice booming over the chatter. "Next up: the Tatiest Ass! Time to get those holes tongued, bros. Same line-up, but now it's licks and tastes, rate the flavor profile. Nick, are you ready to level up?."
Nick couldn’t possibly voice that he, in fact, was not ready, so he just assented.
I was sitting naked on the toilet waiting for him like he told me. He walked straight up to me and just said, “Take it out and put it in your mouth.” I pulled his shorts down and took it in my hand. He was still half hard, the fat pipe slicked with ass and wet with cum. When I put my lips around his filthy knob he moaned, put his arms behind his head and looked down at me. “You the one gonna be my dirty whore.” I pushed my face into his ripe pubes swallowing him. He pulled me off slow leaving just that swollen meat in my mouth. He started pissing. “Yeah, my special nasty faggot.” I kept up drinking his piss fast as I could but I was still covered with it. “Now get up,” he said, pushing me aside. He kicked his shorts off, sat down, and pointed to the floor. His mule was laying across the seat right in front of me. “I just railed my cellie’s ass for an hour and now I’m gonna sit here, relax, and have me a good, long shit. And you, princess,” he says to me, “You’re going to lick my dick clean, and then you’re going to blow me. Nice and slow. When I’m done, I feed you nut, you lick my shitty ass clean and we’re good. Well, he says, until the morning.
A fart fetish story between two brothers, one of who gets their face glued to the other one’s ass.
When I returned from my part time job after college that day, I returned to find out my brother Luke had been having a party downstairs with his jock friends when I arrived at my house. Tired, I decided to ignore them and went upstairs.
My parents were out of town for the week, and my brother Tyler had a game soon and I didn’t want he and his friends to get any ideas as my brother seemed to enjoy harassing me in front of his friends —and alone as well — I was tired, so I went straight to my room and did my usual nighttime routine, shaved the light hair on my face and slapped on some of my aftershave cream, and passed out.
I woke up to a weight in my bed and as I opened my eyes I stared at the bare ass of my Tyler as he parted his muscular cheeks with his hands and sat over my open mouth.
I felt his asscheeks cover me as my nose was rubbed against his crack and his unkept ass hair rubbed against my face.
“Stomph!” I tried to scream and push him off but I had no chance. The weight and size difference alone made it impossible as he crushed me under his ass and let out a rumbling fart.
Brpp! Brpp! Brbrbrbrbrt!
“Hahahah, enjoy the smell down there?”
The fart was hot and burning and the smell was awful as it filled his lungs through his mouth at point blank.
Fuck, he could even taste it. Pungent and salty though that may be the sweaty ass he was in.
“I just did some light workout so you can enjoy it more, don’t you wanna thank me?”
The fart left me coughing and he continued with the onslaught, his ass holding me against the bed as he farted in my mouth which I struggled to close under his weight and my coughing.
I put my hands on his thighs trying to get him off me, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Get off me!” I left out a muffled scream
“Hmm, let me think…” he paused. “How about?…”
*Pfft!*
He released a noxious fart directly into my face, I tried to close my mouth only to find the smell sliding into my nose without any other escaping route
“ No!”
I thrashed, resisting the urge to cough more knowing it would only end with him farting into my mouth; something he unfortunately had been fancying lately after ‘getting used’ to my nose in his hole.
He laughed at my struggles, sometimes I wondered If he liked it he then paused for a moment. I heard a grumble in his stomach and he left out an “Ungh” as he clutched his stomach and leaned forward pressing me harder into the bed with his ass.
His pelvis pressed into me through his muscular buttocks as he aligned his ass against my tightly closed lips, flattening my lower face and chin.
I got to see the roof of my room as he leaned, revealing my eyes, though most of my nose remained still in his ass crack, the only difference being that now that I was not pressed I could feel his hairs tickling my noise with every breath.
Oh god it was awful.
“Here comes a big one! I can feel it, Get ready…” he said, his stomach gurgled once more and he let loose.
It started slow, a few timid brpts as if testing and picked up pace, like a burning punch into my face. I felt it burn with a smell so vile, like vinegar and salt and sweat and rotten meat.
Bpp… bppp… bppPPPPPPPFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!!
It continued violating my nostrils and then a small pause, an ass rubbing against my face and…
Pffflrrbttt… Schlrrrp pbpbt
I fucking felt it as a sticky and slimy liquid burst out of my brothers fucking ass. It spread along my face and his asscheeks, covering my cheeks and mouth and LIPS in a disgusting slimy sticky film that mixed with the sweat already there. The scorching air forced its way through my lips, prying them open with pure air pressure, any remnant finding its way to my nose. He had perfected his way to torture me with his farts.
I didn’t dare open my mouth as I slapped my hands against his tights, prompting him to stand up as the fluids dried against my face.
“Ugh, Shoot Jordie, I really didn’t expect that last one bro. Guess the beers of last night really did a number on me. Sorry, heh” He said, ashamed after that wet fart.
“Mmmhhhh!” Stand up!
“Oh right! Shoot! Sorry” He said and then stood up.
Or at least he tried.
As he tried to stand up, I felt myself being pulled upwards as if someone was pulling my face.
And I wasn’t the only one, my added weight seemingly disbalanced him as he almost tripped seemingly catching himself before falling on my face ass first.
I grabbed his legs to find purchase. Scared and disoriented and with my face aching from being pulled.
“Hey! I almost broke your nose tripping there, If you wanted me to continue you just needed to ask Jordie, the game is on Monday so I could use the extra luck if you’re so eager hahaha”
“I can’t get off asshole, I’m stuck!” I talked, and felt his asshairs brush against my mouth as I talked, even entering as I tried to spit it.
“Bullshit, are you saying my fart glued you to my ass?” He joked and stood up — pulling me with him.
“Careful asshole!” I screamed as he pulled me without effort. I shifted my posture ending being on my knees on the bed, my face stuck in his ass as if I was giving him a rimjob even as I tried to pull away.
“I’m the asshole? You’re literally on my asshole!”
“Only an asshole does this to his freaking brother! And now we’re stuck like this!”
“It’s your fault for being such a pipsqueak then don’t you think? If you don’t want to be my fart sniffer then be a real man and fight me off, until then you’re my fart slave and you should be thankful I use you for good luck, at least that way you serve for something!”
“Oh yeah!? That’s what you think!? You’re an idiot, you know it? The only thing decent about you are your athletic skills so what about you shut your trap and…”
Brrrpt
*Coff coff* He farted into my mouth as I tried to protest, the awful smell sending me into a coughing spurt.
“Eugh, You can’t win any discussion with just fart-”
Pbt!
“You can’t-“
Prpfft!
“You said?” He laughed, and I could almost see his smirk from here.
“Fuck you”
“At least I’m not stuck to an ass, now let’s solve this. I enjoy farting on you but even I don’t want my last meal to become your next one”
I froze at the prospect.
“Yeah, let’s see what we can do”
At first I tried to hold onto the bed frame as Luke pulled, but I felt like my flesh was going to rip off my face before getting unstuck, and Luke stopped after he felt the same would happen to him. In his own words “He couldn’t get hurt like that with a game so soon”.
After figuring out how to move, which consisted of sort of walking-sliding on my knees after placing some clothes under them. We walked to the bathroom where we tried to unstick us in the shower but to no avail.
Other than waterboarding me in my brother’s ass.
At least it didn't smell that bad after the fact.
The sound of a hair dryer could be heard in the bathroom as Luke dried his ass and my face after the experience letting me breathe in a mostly dry ass.
“Let’s go eat breakfast” he said and after nearly tripping on the stairs several times, we got to the first floor.
As soon as we got to the first floor I heard a ruckus.
“Hahaha! What’s up with that?” I heard Mike laugh, his voice pitchy enough I could remember his name through the impression he left.
“Whoa! What the hell happened bro why is Jordie on your ass?” Asked one of Luke’s friends. Jason I think?
“I don’t know! I was just giving him a special waking up with my ass when suddenly he got stuck there!”
“Yo, you mean you farted on his face bro? Hahaha that’s hilarious! I already know what happened!” Mike laughed “Me and Jordie wanted to play you both a joke and replaced the aftershave cream with some joke glue we found at this website”
“What!?” I screamed from out of my brother’s ass, stray hairs entering my mouth that I soon tried to spit out.
“Oh chill out bro, we were expecting you to glue yourself to your pillow or something, but this is way more hilarious! It’s supposed to be triggered by water, how did it even happen!?”
“Ehh, let’s ignore that,” Tyler said. Seemingly more ashamed of admitting he had a sweaty arse than letting his friends know how he farted on my face. “How do I get the pipsqueak out of my ass is a more important question!”
“I don’t know bro, the instructions said it should go away in a day or two on its own” He said.
“Well nothing to do about it I guess” Said Tyler. “Guess we’ll have to deal with it for now”.
“Mmmh! Mhmmmh!”
I tried to protest, but all my protests went unheard under my brothers ass.
The friends burst into laughter again, Mike slapping his knee like it was the funniest thing ever. "Dude, Jordie's your personal ass warmer now? That's gold!"
Tyler shifted his weight, and I felt his cheeks clench around my face. "Shut up, man. This ain't funny. Pass me some cereal or something. I'm starving."
They finally settled down enough to eat, but for me, it was hell. Tyler plopped down at the kitchen table, which meant my knees hit the floor hard as he dragged me along. I was basically on all fours behind him, face buried in his ass like some twisted backpack. Every time he moved, his hairs tickled my nose, and the lingering smell from earlier made my eyes water.
He started shoveling food in—bacon, eggs, beans, the works. "Mmm, this hits the spot," he mumbled through a mouthful. Then, without warning, his gut rumbled right against my forehead.
Prrrrt! A quick one slipped out, the short burst of warm and eggy air blasting my nostrils. I tried to jerk back, but the glue held firm. "Dude, your farts are echoing off Jordie's face!" Jason howled.
Tyler chuckled, wiggling his butt. "Yeah? Well, he's getting the full breakfast special. Open wide, Jordie, time to feed you!"
What? No way. He reached back, grabbed a piece of bacon from his plate, and... oh god, he tried to shove it toward his own ass crack. "C'mon, bro, eat up through the back door. It's more efficient this way!"
I mumbled protests, but it came out as muffled nonsense. The bacon smeared against his cheek, greasy and pointless. "Haha, he's not biting! Guess my ass ain't appetizing enough." The guys cracked up, and Tyler just ate the bacon himself, farting again as punishment.
Brraaap! This one was longer, meaty from the bacon, filling my lungs with that sour, greasy stench. I coughed, which only made me inhale more of his filth. "There, that's your protein shake, fart flavor."
Breakfast dragged on like that. While he ate, I suffocated on his gas while trying to get the scraps he placed in his ass into my mouth. By the end, my face felt like a sauna, slick with sweat and whatever residue from his meals.
The friends left eventually, still snickering, but thankfully leaving us alone. It was enough having Tyler treating me like some sort of fart-plaything, but it was utterly humiliating to have his friends snicker every time I inevitably coughed from the stench.
Tyler stood up, pulling me to my feet. "Alright, time to chill. TV it is." He waddled to the couch, me in tow, and dropped down. My world went dark again as his full weight settled on my face, cheeks spreading wide. The glue made it impossible to escape; I was pinned, nose deep in his crack.
He flipped on some action movie, volume cranked. But his stomach wasn't done. Every laugh or explosion on screen set him off.
"Hah, that guy's toast." Sprrt! A wet fart splattered against my face, coating me in a nasty substance. "Whoops, beans talking back."
I squirmed, hands pushing at his thighs, but he just ground down harder. "Quit fidgeting, Jordie. You're my cushion now. Better get comfy"
It felt as if hours passed blurred by in a haze of farts and tv noise. All the while, my brother’s incontinent ass continued torturing me. Silent killers that burned my sinuses, and loud rips pried my lips open and rattled my teeth as they echoed within my mouth, forcing me to taste them.
It was when I thought it could possibly not get any worse when Tyler, in his egocentric mind, decided to do so carelessly.
"Welp, got a workout to do. The coach wants me sharp for the game." He ignored my frantic head shakes and headed to the living room floor for push-ups. As he tried to push himself up, perhaps my weight or some imbalance, he ended up falling on his face.
“Motherfucker!” Tyler exclaimed in pain. Then he Turner his anger towards me. “Jordie, cooperate if you know whats good for you, otherwise I might decide to do a bench press with you still down there, to see how hard that heavy head of yours is” .
So with that threat, I folded.
Each rep lifted his ass slightly, and I had to cooperate for it to be successful. Otherwise, Tyler would make sure to fart on me even more to make me comply.
The session was tiring, and I was suffocating from a lack of air as the more we exercised the more humid and damp the crease of Tyler got. But that was not the end of it.
Urrp-pt! "One... two..." The push-ups turned into squats, his hole flexing inches from my mouth. Sweat dripped, mixing with the smells. "Feel that burn? You're burning too, huh?"
I protested louder, but he laughed it off. "Protests noted. Now, lunges!" More movement, more gas. By the end, he was glistening, and I was drenched in his scent, exhausted from the ride.
Finally, night fell.
"Bedtime, fart buddy." Upstairs we went, and we managed to get up the stairs with me shuffling behind. He flopped onto my bed—his room was a mess—and positioned himself reverse, ass on my face again. "Perfect ass pillow." He commented, still not letting go of the puns.
He just lied there shifting through his phone for a while, as I simmered in the juices of his dried ass sweat.
I thought that was it, and that we would fall asleep finally. But then I felt him shift restlessly for a while, then, I heard an all familiar intro and a chime.
Oh no. Fuck no.
“Mmmh! Mmmh!” I protested.
I felt his muscles tense above me gradually and then relax, the motion repeated a few times as his glutes tightened around my face and his hips grinned against me.
His hand started reaching down. "Kinda worked up from the day. Mind if I...?" His hand gripped his dick, starting to stroke.
‘Of course I funcking mind’ I cried, but the weight of his ass against me muffled my protest and his lust muddled mind disregarded me.
So, without a care in the world, Tyler started to beat his meat while lying on top of me. An obscene sound of smacking being produced as his balls smacked my forehead with each pump.
Thwack, thwack. The rhythm built, his breaths heavy. "Fuck, that's good."
I endured, humiliated, the musky smell intensifying as his sweat reactivated under the strain. But a while passed, and he didn’t seem able to finish. To the dismay of all involved.
Tyler made a frustrated sound.
"C'mon, Jordie, help a bro out. I’m feeling a little shy with you here, Just rim me a bit so I can loosen out a little. Just give me some tongue action. It'll make me finish faster, I swear, my girlfriends just never want to do it, and hey it may loosen this glue." Tyler
No way. But he ground down, pleading in that cocky tone. "Please? For your big bro? Just a few licks, and I swear I’ll finish and we're done."
Tyler continued pleading to me while still stroking his dick. Trying to convince me.
It was only after I felt truly exhausted that I flicked my tongue with acceptance, tasting the salt and sweat of my brother's entrance. It didn’t taste as bad as it did once, as I had been essentially blabbering all over it all day, but it still never tasted fully clean with the constant exhaust that he let rip.
As Tyler felt my tongue he moaned, speeding up. "Yeah, like that." More licks, as his balls slapped harder. He made an even more frustrated sound. “C’mon Jord, please, just a bit more, just stick your tongue inside a bit, please.”
I decided to comply, and thrust my tongue into the hot twitching entrance of my brother. The moment my tongue got inside, he pushed against me, pinning me and getting more of my tongue inside his asshole. I felt the slimy muscular walls of his anus tighten around my tongue and convulse as he moaned and came with a groan, hot spurts landing.
He rolled off slightly, panting. Then, as if tired and satisfied, sleep claimed Tyler immediately. While I remained trapped on his ass, enduring endless night farts and hoping that tomorrow the glue would disappear before he needed to inevitably use the toilet in the morning.
A story loosely set on the Wasteless universe of @writinggross. Where Human toilets are commonly accepted. This is supposed to be set a little early on, when they were more a privilege.
In this world, the competition for a decent Job that could keep you afloat and away from falling in debt was even more harsh than on earth. This led to many employees to accept otherwise crazy conditions in their jobs.
There was a certain Elite X Company who installed a system to encourage their salesmen to put in the extra effort in their job.
The company paid a base salary plus the percentage every salesman earned with their own efforts. An unbelievably favorable deal for anyone in this world and age. However, in order to guarantee their utmost performance the “Sales Rewards and Service Program”.
The sales reward program rewarded the best sellers with benefits, bonuses and other privileges while also “encouraging” those that fell behind.
This encouragement came in various ways depending on how you ranked, but the most notable one was the ‘Service Learning Program’ where the lowest sellers were temporarily given as assistants to the best ones as an additional reward for their performance. The serving seller then would use the opportunity to learn from his better, and thus be encouraged to do better.
But while they’re said to be assistants, the truth is these were more like punishments and treated almost as common servants or slaves, and were often asked by their colleagues to do humiliating tasks such as massaging their feet or serving as footstalls. They were even sometimes asked to serve as fart filters or urinals, depending on who they were assigned to.
However, only the worst seller actually had to be an actual Toilet Slave for the best seller.
The unlucky loser this time had been Charles, while the winner was a transfer from another branch of the company, Tristan.
…
He had just gotten to the company when Tristan called him. “The Boss said you’re gonna be shadowing me from now on, he also said that until the week is over you’re in charge of all my eh… ‘Hygienic necessities and comfort’, which ‘includes but is not limited to all of the users emissions’ ” He read from a document in his hand.
“It also says that I shouldn’t use the company’s installations since you’re my assigned ‘Waste Management Utility’ ” He huffed. “So, I guess you’re gonna be my Toilet and Fart Sniffer for the rest of week and I wanted us to get acquainted before that happens, but I’m really about to piss myself y’know? Mind if I take a leak real quick?” Charlie very much did mind, but he resignedly let Jonas lead him into the Toilets and made him knelt next to the urinals.
Charles’ stomach twisted as he knelt on the cold tile floor next to the urinals, the humiliation already burning his skin. Jhonnas stood towering over him, his dick and balls centimeters from his face as he felt the heat and smell radiating from them.
"Please," Charles whispered, voice cracking. "There’s gotta be another way”
"You signed the contract, Just like the rest of us, it’s as much my duty to use you as is your duty to be used by me, and I like this job." He tapped Charles' cheek with the tip of his flaccid dick.
Charles knelt, lips trembling and gut twisting in dread and anticipation. He knew there was no escape unless he resigned. But then, his career would be over. Even if he could somehow find another job, it wouldn’t be as well paid as this one, and it’d probably had similarly bad conditions.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t reluctant.
Tristan sighed, seemingly irked by the situation.
“Look man, you lost and now you're under my ass for a week, just cooperate and this will go over much more smoothly”. He said. "Now please open up. I’ve been holding it since the morning meeting when the boss told me you’d be my toilet, and I couldn’t use the urinals."
The groan that escaped Charles was raw, guttural. His hands clenched uselessly at his sides as he tilted his head back, mouth forced wide. The first hot, sour stream hit his tongue before he was ready, making him gag, urine dripping down his chin. He could feel it.
“Damn” he heard someone at the next urinal say. Tristan sighed above him, shifting his stance.
"Don’t let it drip man, you’re going to smell and you’re staining the floor. Plus I don’t want my shoes to smell like urine. Here, I’ll help you" He took a step in and his cock was now fully in his mouth.
“Close your lips around it so it doesn’t drip out, just think about it like a straw or something” He heard.
Of course, it was easy for him to say that, he didn’t have a dick peeing in his mouth. Still, Charles obeyed, and the bitter salt flooding his senses was overwhelming as his cheeks swelled with the taste of urine and he forgot to swallow, some of the yellow liquid streaming down his chin.
He could now feel Tristan’s slight irritation, so with great effort he managed to push the warm liquid down his throat in a few big gulps.
“You see? It wasn’t that bad” Tristan said, as he shook his dick in front of his face to get rid of the drops clinging to him. It seemed to be a reflex to him, as he barely even looked down at him. It had been. It had been that bad. And the worst part? This was just the start.
Charles’ mouth still burned with the acrid aftertaste as Tristan zipped up, leaving him kneeling in the rank puddle of his own shame. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting the tiled bathroom in a sterile glare that only made the humiliation sharper. The sharp scent of ammonia clung to his lips, his tongue swollen and heavy.
…
Now in Tristan’s office, Charles knelt beside his chair, the lingering bitterness in his mouth nothing compared to what came next.
Tristan originally had planned leaving Charles knee by the side of his chair, but then he remembered one of his colleagues that had used a Toilet Slave once said to him that when prepping one for his first use, he should first get his acquainted with his ass, weight and his emissions and that he should first use him as a chair beforehand. He planned to get Charles used to it today and maybe tomorrow before using him as a shitter for the first time, as he would need to do so at least once according to the contract.
Tristan had never had the privilege of breaking in a Toilet, so he decided to follow his friend’s advice. He felt a little uncomfortable being bare-assed in the office though. Even if it was technically a private one, he still had crystal walls so he decided not to take off his pants.
"I’m going to be sitting on you during my shift, like a chair, being a fart filter is one of the jobs underlined and it’s better to follow through so the boss doesn’t get mad anyway" Tristan said stiffly–It was partly true, the fart thing, not the chair thing though— lifting his hips and leaning back in his chair. Before Charles could react, a meaty hand clamped around the back of his neck, dragging him forward until his nose pressed against the straining fabric of Jhonnas’ slacks.
The musky heat of his ass radiated through the material, already thick with the promise of what was coming. Tristan didn’t bother unbuttoning his pants—just shifted his weight and sat, his full weight grinding Charles’ face into his clothed cheeks.
"Get acquainted I guess" he murmured, just as his phone rang. The first fart tore through the fabric hot and thick, flooding Charles’ nostrils with the dense, fermented stink of eggs, coffee and rotten meat. He jerked, but Tristan held him firm, his ass heavy enough to smother any escape.
"Mm, yeah, I can pencil you in Thursday," Tristan said into the phone, voice smooth even as his ass clenched, forcing out another gurgling burst directly into Charles’ mouth and nose. He groaned, and Tristan put more of his weight like trying to silence him.
“Hold a second” He said to the phone and put a hand over the microphone, lifting his ass a little to see the man under “Hey Charles, could you be more quiet down there, I don’t want the clients noticing you please? ”
“You try doing it man” Charles said spitefully. He really wasn’t in the mood.
Tristan rolled his eyes, he was still a little sympathetic as he turned back to his call.
The taste seeped past his lips—sour, greasy and heavy— and his throat convulsed. By the third barrage, Charles’ eyes glistened with tears, his breathing reduced to shallow, panicked gasps between each humid wave of Tristan’s digestion.
The man above him chuckled, unbeknownst if it was because of something in the call or because he was enjoying himself. When the call ended, Tristan finally stood up, leaving Charles swaying on his knees, his face slick with sweat and the lingering reek of gut fumes.
"Lunchtime," Tristan announced, standing up and stretching. "Don’t eat anything. The instructions said you should limit yourself to ‘consuming only what the user provides during office hours’ and about you not being allowed to use the cafeteria facilities" He paused, looking down at Charles’ ashen face.
…
Tristan ate carelessly and plentifully, seemingly not caring about the fate of his now Toilet. He could hold it until he got home, probably. Either way, he was entitled to a bigger and nicer bonus thanks to his achievements and he planned on taking advantage of it.
There was nothing refined about the way Tristan worked through his meal, carving through the thick meat in relentless bites.
Charles watched, jaw tight, as butter dripped from a smashed-open baked potato onto Tristan’s plate, only to be scooped up and folded into the next forkful along with some meat. Coke fizzed as he took deep, satisfied gulps between mouthfuls, his free hand already reaching for another buttered roll.
"Damn, that’s good," Tristan muttered, wiping his mouth with his napkin before diving back in. His stomach rounded slightly under his shirt, fabric straining just enough to hint at the pressure building inside.
By the time the plate was clean with steak fat smeared across it, crumbs of bread and flecks of potato clinging to the edges. Tristan leaned back with a low groan.
He patted his stomach, fingers pressing into swollen belly. "Fuck, I’m bursting,"
Charles' knuckles went white under the table.
Before going back to the office, Tristan took Charles to the bathroom to take a leak again. Charles was admittedly relieved, as he thought maybe he would escape his fate for one day. Maybe Tristan’s gut schedule meant he didn’t shit in the office. Maybe he would only be an urinal, and that was okay by him at this point.
Then in the office, Tristan worked some more. Of course, sitting on Charles face as he typed in his computer and occasionally talked to some clients. Progressively though, the farts came more often, stealing Charles of the few fresh air and replacing it with hot bursts of sewage like fumes as the food Tristan just ingested traveled through his digestive system.
At least, until the dread time came, and shattered his hopes.
*Schlrrrppp!* A particularly wet and nasty fart made Charles choke as Tristan suddenly stood up from his chair.
“Hey man, I really gotta use the Toilet now”
“You mean, like, you have to pee?” Charles asked hopefully, already dreading the answer.
“No man, like, I really gotta take a shit now” Tristan said plainly “Come on man, I really cannot wait any more,” he said more urgently as he strutted towards the private toilet in his office.
Reluctantly Charles followed him to the Toilet room. Where Tristan was already waiting.
"Come on, I’m really bursting and cannot wait more" he grunted. “Lie down already”.
Charles did so with great reluctance, lying down on the cold floor as his face aligned with the squat toilet on the bathroom floor.
Tristan unbuttoned his slack and undo his belt, and the sound was nearly drowned out by the thick, bubbling growl of his gut.
"Here we go," Tristan sighed, squatting and easing himself down as he pushed his pants down and placed his weight on Charles face, trying to align his asshole with his mouth as he did so.
Charles opened his mouth, and soon he had a pulsing hairy asshole comfortably between his lips.
*Pbtbtbtbtb!*
The first blast was rancid and hot of half-digested steak and garlic, a hot, gassy punch that flooded Charles’ mouth before he could even gag. He choked, shoulders jerking, but Tristan just braced his hands on his knees and pushed, letting loose a shuddering stream of thick, sour air.
"ahhh" Tristan sighed, shifting his weight to squeeze out another wet, gurgling sputter.
Charles’ eyes watered, his throat burning with bile and humiliation, but Tristan wasn’t done.
Tristan shifted, letting his slacks sag further down his hips—not for humiliation, not for cruelty, but because he was comfortable. Why shouldn’t he be? This was just a function, natural as breathing. He had been feeling a little guilty up until now, of having to use his coworker as a mere toilet, but at this critical moment where he needed relief he finally had come to terms with it.
Charles was a human being, yes. But right now, he was only his toilet, and he really needed to take a shit. So he would have to treat him like a toilet.
So, with great effort, Tristan grunted as he dumped the contents of his bowels on Charles’s own hot wet orifice. A big solid log sliding out of his arse and into Carles mouth.
He felt Charles buckle under him, retching and moving, but he pinned him down with his weight and held his legs from moving. The effort made Tristan’s gut loosen, and he really wanted to release another load, but he held to not choke Tristan.
He had researched the internet while in his office, and people said that he needed to wait until the Toilet finished chewing before letting another load. But he was impatient. Especially after feeling Charles stilling under him, frozen as if Tristan wasn’t in a rush to continue.
“You have to chew, chew man. Or I guess chew Toilet Charles, otherwise you’ll feel sick of the stomach later. If you cannot chew it down in the next three minutes tops, I’ll continue and I swear I won’t stop just because you’re having another one of your freakouts” Tristan said, urged and irritated. “I swear I’ll push it down straight into your throat and stomach and not stop until I feel relieved” He said, and put a chronometer on his phone.
“Lick my arse when you are ready for the next mouthful”. He said, and let himself be more comfortable by resting more of his weight on his Toilet’s face-seat. Crushing Chalres painfully under his weight. Not like he cared anymore, the man was not cooperating, so he could be treated like a toilet.
Meanwhile, Charles had received a shock. The taste of Tristan’s shit was undescribable, pungent and acrid. Like garlic and onion and fat and rotten meat. It was warm like the man’s own guts, and it felt like a mockery of the food he had eaten. It overwhelmed Charles' senses, as his own body rejected the waste coming out of the other man’s body.
It didn’t care about the logic of his mind, or keeping his job, it was just so awful and degrading it triggered his own survival instincts.
He struggled with no purchase, and finally calmed when his body realized there was no escape.
It was then that Tristan lost his patience, and made his threat. Still struggling, Charles chewed through the monstrous log, releasing even more of the pungent taste and aroma until it felt as if it escaped through his nostrils as he swallowed bit by bit.
When he finally finished, and signaled Tristan by lapping at his ass and touching his cheeks.
“Fucking finally” He said and let his entrails loose.
The next mouthful was not easier than the first, and his body still retched trying to throw up, but he swallowed it with all his will. If there was a small mercy, it was that it wasn’t an as generous as the first had been. But the large man was still far from empty.
He did the same with the next dump, establishing into a routine, trying to disassociate. He felt Tristan push, his hole trembled and farted and let loose a fart or two as he pushed his waste onto Charles mouth, he chewed holding down his own retching instincts and swallowed down. Then, he lapped at
By the end Charles was shocked as a more liquid shit spayed with pressure into his mouth, little bits clinging everywhere as the intestinal acids of the Tristan burned his mouth, filling it to the brim with a hellish soup. At the very least, they were easier to swallow, and he swallowed two more before Tristan finally stopped.
Tristan hadn't paid him more attention after his initial outburst, and was staring at his phone. Charles felt he had finished though, but Tristan still grunted and pushed empty air as he made sure he was really empty.
Once he was sure, he told Charles to clean him. Charles obeyed the seemingly mild order after the deluge of horrors he had passed through recently, licking the other man’s ass as clean as he could.
Tristan then finally stood up and pulled up his pants. He looked down at the wrecked image of Charles, red and teary face and tongue stained brown and said “You can take a break, the day is almost over anyway. Go clean yourself, and I expect you tomorrow at my office at 8:00 A.M sharp”.
Before leaving the room he said.
“Don’t eat breakfast, I’ll eat an extra portion for you”. He had enjoyed that more than he thought he would.
The crowd kept giving egging your punishment on while you were forced down on your knees facing the second biggest in the ring, the odyssey of death, journey fatu. When you first met journey it was during your first indy match….but he wasn’t as big. He looking around at least 257 at most. But now he’s bigger, 350 with an ass to prove it. It looked just like his uncle rikishi’s butt fat and wide.
One of the wrestlers that helped hold you down grabbed your face to have you lined with bigger man’s clothed butt. Instead of his old purple tights he usually, his new outfit consisted of mostly black and a little bit of gold with one of those medium sized loin cloth in back and front. Truth be told that cloth didn’t cover much, his hips were pretty broad and there was no point in covering a booty that big either.
Now you were forced on your knees facing this big wide ass and it was closer. You tried to turn but it was already stuck in place by the hand of the other wrestler making sure you get ready for that ass. Truth be told you could feel yourself almost wanting this punishment but you couldn’t let him and the other know that! You’d be the laughing stock for years.
Just as you were coming back to reality he put his butt literally centimeters away from your nose, you could feel that nasty butt heat burning your nose hairs. Before he stuck his ass any further to your face he started to undo his loin cloth and pulled his tights down a little to show that heavy, sweaty crack.
“W-WAIT THIS WASNT IN THE SCRI-”
Before you could expel your concerns of the this change of script, your face was shoved straight into that fat crack. The crowd went wild! Most of them yelling in excitement, others gagging in disgust and a few laughs. His butt didn’t smell terrible but it didn’t smell good either. It smelt like tide with a hella ton of unwashed gym swamp ass on top. You could feel yourself passing out until your head was let go and journey moved forward. You lay facedown on the mat while the bell rung to signal that journey won. You groggily roll out of the ring and to the back. As you were you could hear laughter which you didn’t care about, you were used to it it wouldnt make you mad.
“HEY! JABRONI!!”
Before you could actually fully leave the you suspect that journey wanted to put more work in. So you turn around to see what he wanted to play into character. Your eyes almost popped out of your head. Unknowing he had an under pair of trucks under his leggings and now they were turned into a thong right in his cheeks…he even spread his cheeks. You could practically see the inner dark color of his hole.
“Just remember..that nose belongs right in here”
And with that being said he started to sway his hips in a taunting way. Your eyes practically bugle out of your head. That wasn’t in the script and so was the boner you popped. You quickly dive behind the curtain and go straight to your dressing room. You catch your breath as your back rests on the door.
“Fuck…dammit journey that wasn’t in the script” you say seeing the tent in your trunks practically pushing its way out to be free. You whip out your cock and it was already dripping at the top with precum.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I gotta another show in about 20 minutes from now gotta get rid of this fast” with that being said you start to tug at your cock trying to get all that “pent upness” out until..
Knock knock knock
A knock at the door stopped you. You hold your breath trying to make it seem like you’re not in there but a familiar voice caught you.
“Yo uce! Stop acting like you not in here I saw you scurrying back to yo room! Everything okay?” It was journey! Why would he follow up to check up on you? You press your body against the door so he doesn’t come in.
“Y-yea man I’m good! Don’t worry”
“You sure? You look like you seen a ghost when you were out there”
“No?”
You kept you body weight on the door but a thought ran into your mind. You already locked the door so he couldn’t get in away. You move away from the to let a sign of relief out knowing he wasn’t likely gonna get in…
Click
Oh how wrong you were because journey came right on in. You nervously and quickly grab a random pillow to cover yourself. Journey looked at you up and down confused.
“So uh…what going on?”
“Hmm ? What? Oh nothing”
“You sure? Whats with uh..the pillow”
“Nothing…”
We both just look at each other trying to figure out what both of us would say. A small smirk starts to crack on journey face while piecing the puzzle together.
“Was it that thing I did earlier?~”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. He really figured it out that quick..dam
“Don’t be shy uce, put the pillow down. Lemme see~”
“Uh um..well”
“Pleeasse?~”
He comes up closer to you, his larger frame towering over you. You realize you didn’t have a choice and meekly put down the pillow, showing your attention needed ding-dong. Journey whistles at the site of it.
“Damn that taut did all this? Haha you look like your gonna explode”
You turn your face from him embarrassed. Your whole face was red like a beet and even felt tears in the corner catching his attention. He gently grabs your face to make you look at him.
“Awww hey it’s ok~ you ain’t did nothing wrong uce. The body wants what the body wants. Lemme give you what you want~” journey eyes darken with a lust while wiping your tears away. He guides you to a bench in your room making you sit. He quickly went to the door to actually lock it
“See uce, now it’s locked” journey said teasingly.
You nervously chuckle at the small joke. Your whole face felt relaxed at that moment you almost forgot that your boner was still out. Journey comes back over to you looking down at you sitting. You’re basically at crouch height to this man. Without warning journey puts both of his hands in the him of his pants and starts pulling them down.
“Oh uh! Look man I don’t wanna do any sucking ok? Hehe..” you say because you literally have no skill in dick sucking. Journey chuckles at you,” Oh don’t worry you’re not sucking any dick” he says stopping himself from pulling his pants down any further before turning around. All of his crack was now in front of you in all its sweaty glory. You were taken a back by this change of position, your cock leaking more precum now. “You’re gonna dig into this crack instead~ go ahead put your nose where it belongs~” journey said doing that same wiggle taut he did in the ring.
Something snapped inside of you like something animalistic. You dive nose first into the sweaty crevice sniffing up the rank stench that settled deep in his crack. This catches journey off guard that you succumbed so quickly to his ass.
“Yea that’s right uce..take a deeeep whiff of that fatu booty right before your match”
With no hesitation you started to Jack off your hard shlong. The gross stroking sounds of you and the muffled sniffing filled the room until a new sound joined in. A sound all too familiar to your ears.
Pprt..
A smelly scent started to full your nose causing you to pull back and cough. It was a fart, journey just farted in your nose. He lets out a hearty laugh like he just pulled a prank on you.
“Shit haha sorry uce. Had a bean and rice bowl for lunch earlier. I think those beans are starting to kick in now~”
You didn’t care how much of a dirty pervert you looked like. Hell you even deepened your nose in this giant man’s farting crack. You just needed this boner down. More farts came of his ass like a machine gun
BrrppttTTt..
FFFrrrfrfppptt..
Brpootrtttrtr..
SpRpRPRPTTttt?!
Spbrbrtt!?
“Oof.. that one was kinda wet, you good back there?” Before he could turn his head to make sure you were ok after “that” fart journey felt a slight pain in his stomach. Not an ache but a pressure..a pressure of some more gas. Journey grabbed his stomach, clenched his and released.
BRRBBRBRTOOpoprtrrtrtrtrttprt?!
A sour smelling, wet sounding wind hit your nose. With one finally tug on your dick you came. Rope after rope of seamen hit the floor. It even made a sound when it dripped onto the ground catching his attention.
“Dammnn man, you were really backed up. It even got some sound to it” journey said laughing as you unpop your nose from his crack. The smell still lingered in your nostrils..Hell you’re pretty sure it stuck to the walls now. Your mind was hazy and your eyes fuzzy. You just wanted to catch your breath for now.
You felt a thump on the top of your forehead getting out your trance. You lean forward to wince from that tiny pain. You look up to find the source of the thump, it was journey. He stood above you with a teasing smiling.
“Get up pervert, you gotta make your match in about 3 minutes”
“Uggh do I have to??”
“Yes you do, if you wanna make it in this industry you’re gonna have to push yourself no matter. Epsically if it’s the after effects of some post-nut clarity” journey said chuckling. He leans over, ruffles your hair, before walking away to head out. Before heading out he stops himself right at the door.
“Oh and by the way..if you win this match I might let you do more than just sniff this ass” He says while jiggle his ass your way and leaving. You straighten yourself out and head to the mirror to make sure you didn’t look too disheveled. You looked great but one small thing stuck out and that was a light brown stain on your nose.
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Hohoho my people! MERRRRyyy Christmas. Hope I ain’t keep y’all waiting too long for some new material. Stuff got busy, went through some mental episodes and I finally caught a break. Now I’m back!
Disclaimer: You don’t have to know who this person is to enjoy this story
CW: Includes slave dynamic, farts and ass eating and all things gross.
Word count: 2100
Slave 1 - Miles
It was Monday, my day. The day Sapnap regularly used me for my slave role in his house. It was 9PM, in my sweats, i had been reading for an hour or two in the one of five guest rooms i had claimed as my own. In the time i have had away from his asscrack, Sapnap allowed me to purchase a few devices or blankets to make my room personal to me, plus everything i brought from home to live here. I shut my book and bounce out of bed, reading my worshipping timetable on the wall, we all had one. Designated hours, or more, of the time we all worshipped him, and they barely overlapped. I follow my finger to Monday, the rest of the days of the week practically empty, the weekends being complicated.
I’m running late. It’s 9:02 PM.
I had eaten Sapnap out earlier this morning before his shower, and then we had our 2 half hour facesitting session in the afternoon, which i normally enjoy, meaning all that was left was our evening ass cuddle, where he makes me out my face into his crack whilst he lays on his side and enjoys his free time.
Evening sessions are mostly my least favourite, i’m often tired, and farts from his dinner often brew up for 9PM, leading them to be extra frequent, regardless, i was a little more energised having missed the afternoon facesitting hour. As if i had much of a say, i throw off my sweater, remembering how hot it gets with Sapnap and make my way to his room.
**knock knock knock**
“Who is it?” i hear a deep voice.
“Miles.. Slave 1? Our sessions like.. 2 minutes ago” i grumble at the door, wiping my palms on my hips.
After a few seconds i hear, “Come in,” i open the door myself, the room expansive and wide, this was Sapnaps streaming room, the walls covered in posters and shelves of collectables. To the end his large desk and multiple monitors sat switched off, and i walk forward, closing the door behind me towards the large, L shaped couch Sapnap lay on. He’s in a black shirt covered by a large grey hoodie partnered with his basketball shorts, his hair falling onto the sofa cushion as he holds his phone with his arm nearest to the cushions.
“You’re late.” he mutters at me, glancing carelessly before looking back to his phone.
One rule about being Sapnap’s slave is that you aren’t late. Glancing to a clock to the left of the wall, i notice i’m just under 5 minutes late.
I don’t protest, or frown, i just lock the door behind me and walk myself over to the sofa. He rolls himself over onto his stomach, setting his phone to one side with a sigh: he’s in a rough mood.
“Don’t ever be fucking late again, that’s your strike for this week, hear me?” he points at my face, thrusting upwards to slip off his basketball shorts, casually exposing his ass, covered in a matte of copper-brown pubic hair that tangled into a crusty mess in the dark crack.
“Yes Sapnap, i’m sorry.” is all i say; placing a knee on the sofa to crawl onto it, my eyes never leaving his forever musky crack.
“Took a ripe crap earlier, so you have plenty of work slave, alright?” he says it like labour, like i’m of use. He reaches behind his back and grips each cheek, proudly spreading open his ass, exposing his hole, lazily painted in cracked, dry layers of sweat, lint and shit.
I look up, away from the horrid sight, appalled - I take a deep breath, “Yes.”
You may think i’m doing this against my will, that if i could, i would scramble out the nearest window and sprint as far as my legs could take me.
But you would be wrong.
At the moment, i’m just indifferent, used to this lifestyle. Cleaning the gunk out of twitch streamer Sapnap’s asshole with my tongue isn’t what i typically want to be doing right now, but because he let me cum earlier today whilst he sat on me, i have to complete this session regardless if i’m into it or not. I knew it would be a mistake, i just couldn’t help myself. So for the next hour, i’m just gonna be a reluctant piece of toilet paper until he’s decided he’s done with me. It’s been worse.
I shuffle forward, lying on my stomach in between his legs, my face at his crack.
“Alright, go on,” he encourages me, putting in an airpod as he looks back to me over his shoulder, seeing the sour look on my face, “Don’t tell me your getting cold feet again, i warned you about cumming earlier today, i said: If i let you come now, you’ll have to complete our evening session with just as much enthusiasm, but noooooo you just wanted to come to my gross, big ass on your face. Too fucking bad bro, eat.”
I’m smushed into his soft, moist cheeks, banished deep into Sapnap’s foul crack. He painfully pinched my hair, not as generous as he was earlier today, and yanks my mouth area closer to his hole. I’m immediately hit with the raunchy, curdled oder of his rank hole, mixed with old, faint smears of shit around his rim. The smears that turned his pink hole beige.
My eyes are free, my gaze fixed to look up his broad back. His curved ass disappears into his hoodie, his hairs fading into blonde wisps that coated his lower back.
“Hands up, you’re gonna seriously learn to stop showing up late.” he orders finally, clinking a pair of handcuffs in his hands. Almost immediately, i place my hands on his middle back, offering my wrists to him. Now i’m stuck.
He stops talking to me, putting headphones in to leave me in silence to do my job, it’s all i’m good for anyway. The faint sounds of talking and music from his headphones fades into the slurping and sloppy kisses i give his sickening asshole. It’s starts with a big, stripe of a lick, painting his asshole with my spit. His legs kick at my first, it always does, and i try to hide my smile as he attempts to hinder his satisfaction. I turn my head to rest it on the right cheek, lapping at his free cheek, cleaning off all the juices and gunk that’s festered in his crack. It was impressive, really, how gross he could get in a few hours, i never underestimated that about him.
I entertain myself for the next 10 minutes. I sucked his skin, hard. Smirking at the red marks and bruises that dotted his ass i know he likes the feeling of. But i stopped after he palms me on the back of the head, I probably sucked too hard. I admire them some more, wondering what the other slaves will think about my work when they see his ass next.
After a few minutes i see a pair of mischievous eyes, and a camera poised at my face deep in his crack. His eyes crease as the camera flashes. Perfect. My stomach churns, i never know where those photos go, besides the slave groupchat, where we all see how each slave gets treated on their day, we don’t often see it otherwise.
I clean his asshole thoroughly, it’s always bad after a dump, but i managed, it glistened in my spit, shining as all the hairs swirl into each other from my tongue. I lift my neck up as much as possible, realising how much i enjoyed myself, being at aid for Sapnap was starting to turn me on without fail. I loved being useful, he mentioned he stopped buying toilet paper because of me, and i remember feeling so flattered it took me a boastful amount of effort not the brag about it to the other slaves, figuring they wouldn’t even care.
I’m his toilet paper.
I think to my self, getting giddy and hard, giving his asshole some more generous attention with my tongue before clawing at his back with my handcuffed hands. His legs had swung up a few minutes ago, stimming almost, at my attentive tongue.
Sapnap rests on his elbow and takes an airpod out. “Yeah?” he says, his tone sounding less aggressive.
“Your all clean Master,” i say, proud, giving his cheek a peck, the pubic hairs that framed his asshole slick and misplaced from my saliva, the taste stained in my mouth.
“Fucking perfect, aren’t you?” he smiles, awkwardly reaching his arm back to ruffle my hair, his palms sweaty. He sighs, stretching before getting up a little.
“Alright, we’re gonna turn over, you ready? Get up.” he says, switching back to his dominant demeanour.
I sit up on my knees, resting my twisted hands of metal to my crotch as Sapnap twists his legs, laying on his side. I follow his movement, this time my head rests on the cushion, the back of my head squished against the back of the sofa.
His arms stuff behind his back putting a pillow under my head to support me as my face rests easily before his ass, my nose tickling his crack, so close.
“Comfortable?” he mutters, “Got some farts in the tank for the last 30 minutes, sniff them, eat em, i don’t care, just deal with them.” His hands spread his cheeks so wide open it looks painful, and he shuffles back into my nose, my face sandwhiched as i’m robbed for air.
That was the last thing i heard for a while, it was honestly quite difficult to breath, so i just squirm and find pockets of air, the irritable moisture of my warm saliva on his wrinkled hole didn’t help either.
Brrtff.
Fuck. That’s foul.
I sniff, like i’m told, empty coughs automatically escaping my mouth. It was sour, rich and gut-churning. My face heats at the warm gas, the fart was bassy and raw, coming from the gaped trenches of his bowels. I nuzzle my face in tight, nothing better to do than sniff, maybe i can eat the next one. I give his hole some more licks in the mean time, slurping and kissing his it lightly whilst i await the next fart. It came, like i knew it would.
Gmmp.
It echoes in my throat, and i close my lips around his skin and snog. Swallowing. It’s as if i physically ate my own dignity, it tastes his rotten meat and shit. I hear a faint chuckle from above, where the pure air is.
Im so disgusting, i’m so getting pink eye from this. Even then, maybe i’ll get a day off.
He toys with me, shaking his hips side to side, taking my face with him as i thrash with his crack, the hairs licking my skin back. He’s such a tease. And with one more fart to the face, he’s done with me. He leans forward, slipping up his shorts and giving his crack a scratch and bringing his fingers to my nose. I smell them.
“Good job Miles, your really made up for those 2 minutes, out.” He orders, tilting his head to the door.
“Thank you sir, i’ll see you when i’m next useful,” i say, as he holds my face with his rough hands, his silver ring against my jaw.
A glob of spit flies at my face, making one eye close before i wipe my face with my hand.
“Like hell you will, alright, out.” he says, turning over on the sofa once more.
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Bit hadn't spoken to Ren since he found out about the fart fetish.
It was too embarrassing to discuss aloud. Bit had enough trouble even saying the word "fart", let alone talk about it. He'd preferred to keep the whole thing locked in his own mind, but destiny had had other plans.
He sat in his normal spot on the couch. Ren's key was pushed into the doorknob, and then the thing turned. A wave of anxiety fell over the tiny as two sets of footsteps entered.
Bit got an erection at the sight of Simon. It had been too long since he'd seen the willing farter.
Simon threw a basketball into the corner, running back to the bathroom in his jean shorts. "Hey, Bit! Sorry, gotta piss!"
The bathroom door closed.
Bit climbed the two couch pillows to reach the arm. Ren approached at once, his brown hair and face soaked with sweat. "Bit, I'm sorry. Simon did some searching and apparently, most Littles and Tinies...like farts just like you. You're all little horndogs."
He donned a smirk, the one Bit feared he might never see again.
Wait. Simon did some searching? Was there Tiny porn now? Had Simon watched Tiny porn?
Footsteps came down the hallway quickly. Simon's ass appeared in front of his face, shorts halfway down his ass to show gray underwear. Bit gasped at the size of it, the instantaneous scent of so much sweat and musk. Were those the same underwear as the other day?
BWRRRRRRRRRRT!
Bit closed his eyes to take a sniff and lost his balance. He tumbled backwards, down the pillows and back onto his cushion.
Simon turned, laughing hard. He was so sexy. "Ren, sit on him!"
Ren looked from Simon to Bit and blushed. Bit lay back, erection standing and heart racing. One of them had to sit on him. He needed this.
"Fine. I'll do it. Pussy." Simon jumped over the side of the couch, and his ass landed right on Bit. His face was smushed by the warm, stinky softness of Simon's left ass cheek. He pulled his head out, into the crack.
The smell of his sweat was overpowering, and his underwear were moist with it. The underwear were old, holding the spicy smell of his body odor and the pure stink of unwashed man. These were the same underwear, Bit realized. He started rubbing himself.
PBLLLRRRRT! FLWBRT! BWAMP!
His entire person vibrated with each of the farts. The smell, like decomposed animals, replaced the oxygen.
Fingers grabbed Bit too early and pulled him out. Simon held the Tiny up to his face. He used his free index finger to gently brush Bit's boner with a smile. "There it is! I have an idea...why don't you come live with me and I'll give you all the farts you need."
"Okay!" Bit answered to quickly, forgetting not to act to eagerly. Well, there was no point in acting anymore, was there? Simon knew, and from the look of things, he seemed to enjoy it almost as much as the Tiny.
Ren got his things packed together in a shoe box. It only took about twenty minutes; Tinies never took up much space.
Bit looked up at Ren from the couch. Ren picked him up. "This isn't it, you know. I'll be over there all the time."
"Cool." Bit was going to miss being around Ren all the time, but he had Simon now. Even so, Ren was gorgeous and so sweet.
Ren suddenly swung him through the air. He hit something a moment later and realized it was the human's ass.
BLRRRRRRRRR-ERRRRRRR-ERRRrrrr....
The fart faded out. Bit took in the familiar smell in deep breaths. It was the smell that had made him obsessed, the one that had changed the trajectory of his Tiny life.
Ren brought him back to his face, chuckling. "Maybe I'll give you one every once in a while, just 'cause it's fun."
"Thank you."
Simon's fingers stole the Tiny from Ren. He held the shoebox against his left him, Bit in the right hand. "Ready?"
"Yeah."
He set the box on the table and reached behind him. Bit felt his dick stir again. "What are you doing?"
"Prepping your ride." Simon winked at him. He moved Bit through the air and then dropped him.
Bit landed in Simon's sweaty, dirty underwear, slipping right into the crack. Simon's hole was surrounded by curly black hairs, soaked from the basketball sweat. The sweat and remnants of farts made up all the air in the warm, damp, dark space.
Bit stood and took slow, deep breaths. He was already touching himself, rubbing the outside of the most recent pair of pants he'd made.
Simon sat down in his car. Bit was pushed directly against the sweaty hole. It was muffled when Simon spoke but still understandable. "I know you're real freaky, but if it's too much, pull my ass hairs. I know I'll feel that."
He shut his door and started the engine.
BRT! BRRRRREEEE-VWAAAAAUUUMRP!
Bit was vibrated between the hole and the seat. It was a calming, relaxing feeling that made him so fucking horny. It only increased with the arrival of an evil, putrid, perfect aroma. Bit pushed down the pants to start tugging.
"Damn! That was loud as hell!" Simon laughed proud. He cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat. "Let's see what else we got?"
"Yes!" Bit yelled, only because he knew he wouldn't be heard. He tugged harder, faster...
WAMP! BRRT! BWA-WAARRRRRRT!
More vibrations, more relaxation, more smell. It was the strongest fart Bit had smelled so far. Harder, faster...
BWUUURRRT!
Bit was getting lightheaded. He couldn't inhale any more, and oxygen was running out. It was all sweaty man and deadly, meaty farts. Simon's ass radiated heat like a furnace, and it produced a lot of sweat.
It was perfect, exactly the way Bit needed everything to be.
BWRRRT!
"I'm gonna have to shit soon, buddy, but I'll go as long as I can."
Oh, thank you, Bit wanted to scream. He couldn't express his gratitude enough. How could he repay this human man for giving him perfection?
Fssst-fssssshhh!
The air came out almost silent. The warmth of it on Bit's skin felt like standing next to an open oven. And the smell...
It was the worst so far.
This was it. Bit was going to pass out soon. He didn't mind; the very thought of it made him hot. Still pulling rhythmically on his erection, he grabbed a handful of the hot, wet ass hairs.
WAAAA-MP! Fsssssssshhhh!
In one miraculous moment, Bit came and let himself fall. The hand pulled the hairs, and Bit fell unconscious with the power of Simon's last fart.
He was going to love his new life.
THE END
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(Contains: M/M, face and mouth farting, urination/urine-drinking, cum-drinking, humiliation, parent-child power dynamic, non-sexual (to the characters) incest, toilet licking, scat and scat-eating. Teen characters are 18-years-old.)
Adrian’s vision shook with every beat of his heart. His leg bounced in time with it, even when he used both hands to hold it still. Bile clawed up his throat and filled his mouth with an acrid taste.
A fan made sequel for one of my favorites @writinggross stories that left me wanting more. Divided into two parts because I got a little carried away. Same content warnings as the original.
A pirate recruit gets involved in a twisted a debasing initiation ritual, and having to serve in the lowliest of ways. (Read the tags)
It was soon in the morning and David found himself as part of a pirate crew. As he mopped the floors of the swinging ship in which he was.
Without counting himself and the other recruits there were around 34 other men on this ship. He was the newest recruit, but not the only one.
He was tired.
As he passed around the deck of the ship, cleaning the aftermath of what happens when a group of men live in a closed area, just exacerbated by the lack of hygiene expected of a pirate crew, the hard labor, and the inherent mustiness of the sea. The clean water was valuable out in the sea, and most wouldn’t waste it in “cleaning” themselves.
Not that most seem to think of that as important. A point each one of his partners made when passing near him, the smell of days or even weeks old of sweat, pee and alcohol assaulting him.
Seriously, what is the point of preserving water if most drink themselves to a stupor every day? Alcohol flows literally more than water here. As evidenced by the unidentified stain he was trying to scrub. Possibly vomit or pee.
It was intense, but that’s what that living off alcohol, rations and seafood makes to one. At least he wasn’t cleaning the head of the ship (Poor Johnny) where the shitters are - And seriously it seems everyone’s got bad aiming - or worse, the captain’s “chambers”.
Usually the captain would impose some rules about drinking, but it was still the end of winter season which meant the sea was not only at its calmest, but also that trade and piracy was at its slowest.
Fortunately we were a very successful case of piracy.
As he continued to scrub, one of his crewmates called to him.
“Hey Scallywag! How ye doin’ ?” Jeff said, of course it was Jeff. I could sniff him a mile away.
Jeff was first mate, and It was his playful competence what made him both unpredictable and reliable, a real character. the fact he had a close relationship with the captain helped him too.
“Stop calling me Scallywag!” I yelled with irritation. Jeff was an asshole, not a bad asshole, but he always seemed to get a thrill out of molesting the recruits like me. “I have already been here for at least 3 months working my ass off and I have shown my worth! I am as part of this crew as anybody else “
“ Not ye~t” he sang, and for a moment a mischievous sadistic light took over his eyes. It was gone the next moment “ But tonight will be a party for you all scallywags to become REALLY part of the crew! a real initiation! and the captain told us you all shall go to rest now, HA! You will need it! “
“ Wait, so you’re telling me I should go to rest for the day? Heck yeah.”
“ Yeah, you should REALLY get some shuteye, clean up and MAYBE have a meal, the night will be WILD, the rest of your comrades are already being notified” He smirked.
“ Shall do then, thanks Jeff! “ I said, My mind raced at expecting some intense rituals but wasn’t that scared. And Jeff was being useful for once.
“ And don’t come upstairs until you are called!” He laughed.
I walked to the quarters under the deck, the eyes of a few crewmates darting to me as I did, smiling. Strange.
——
I saluted my crew on the quarters. A group of men around the early twenties.
There was Jhonatan or “Johnny”. And Charles, who was a real pain.
There were others, but he didn’t find them here yet.
We all have had done the same chores on rotation in addition to our “learning “ and had become sort-of close.
I saluted them, and then went to prepare, deciding to follow the suggestions Jeff gave me. Washing myself with a cloth and eating a little before going to rest.
The Quarters were in a mess and smelled funny as always, but I managed to zone out and get some shuteye.
——
Jeff barged into the quarters startling us all “Welp whelps it’s showtime! Come fast and let’s start this thing!” He screamed loudly and I heard muffled screams outside.
The party had started, a pirate crew isn’t exactly silent and as we walked into the main deck area that everyone starting making noise as they made a walkway to the center.
Whistles and screams filled the air, and then I and the rest of the “newbies” reached the center.
There was the captain. He was a hulking form of a man, tanned skin with wild hair and an untamed beard, bulging with muscles covered in fat, like a bodybuilder in bulk.
He looked at us, smirked, and then raised his voice.
“ Well hello little runts, you all have done great ‘till now but the moment of truth has come, to really join the crew and become a part of us! “
The pirates laughed loudly. And the captain got near to us, starting to walk around us like a shark.
“We have made many sort of initiations till now, but we have a little tradition around here. Let's call it” More laughs, there was a hilarity we didn’t get to know “And that's you doing something for us! A duty so to speak! To help us solve our problems! But many of us have things we oh so much would like to make you do, so we came up with a method to make ourselves happier”
The captain passed near me, closing in. I gulped, and fixed my stand and he exhaled a booming laugh; his breath was foul of alcohol and seafood and I had to hold myself from making a face.
“ So since you are more than usual, I decided to be generous and let the crew enjoy the right to some of you and vote about suggestions. Which Me and Jeff reviewed and wrote down on the papers in this hat.” One of the pirates handed the captain a hat with a few small pieces of paper inside. “In this hat lies your fate for the next week after which you will officially be a part of us! Real SeaMen!”
“Woohoo!”
“Yeah! “
“Heheheh”
“hahahah!”
Booming noise and cheering exploded around us and the captain let it simmer for a moment.
“So without keeping everyone’s balls blue anymore. Let’s start!“ he made a signal for us to come.
One by one we passed, each getting one paper out of the hat.
After we finished, the captain made us a sign and we opened them all at the same time.
My Paper read “Captain’s Service”.
I stared confused.
“ Ah, I see you are confused about the tasks given. Welp I guess I need to explain it” he laughed “Can the one with the ‘Captain’s service’ duty pass upfront so we can give a demonstration?” He gave us a signal.
I gulped and passed upfront.
As soon as I was next to him, the captain grabbed me in a headlock. So close to his pit, the captain’s smell assaulted me in waves. God, why hasn’t he taken a bath yet! He didn’t seem to care though as he started to bruise my hair with his other hand.
“Oh Lad, I’m going to have so much fun with you soon” He told me. Just as he continued, it seemed like he remembered something, as he stopped and called out “Hey Jeff, pass me the thing! The sooner the better!”
Jeff quickly rushed and passed the captain something; a small blue bottle with a red liquid inside. The captain quickly passed it to me, there was little liquid on it, like a shot.
“You’ll have to drink that lad, you can choose not to but I wouldn’t recommend it”.
I gulped the thing quickly. It tasted bitter and I made a face. The captain smiled.
“Poor guy!”
“No! I wanted that one!”
“Be kind captain! Or not!” Jeff joked.
Booming laughter and noise and many more reactions exploded. And soon the captain started to talk again.
“ You see lads, I found that this winter I have been experiencing some troubles due to the cold temperatures. I can’t shit without freezing my ass, not to think about my poor willie!” He moved his hips suggestively.
“So I came up with a solution, why freeze my underparts when there’s a perfectly good and warm toilet right here that I can use? And perfectly adjusted to human comfort too” He squeezed me harder.
Oh gahd. He was not suggesting… I felt a pit in my stomach as reality dawned on me. I couldn’t even hear the ruckus building on the back.
It must have reflected in my face, because the captain instantly turned to me with a wide grin. He released me from the headlock and manhandled me with both arms, his grip strong as iron as I was forced to look him in the eyes.
“So what do you say lad, the easy way or the hard way? I’m up for both and I don’t think you want the plank after so much time here, am I right?”
I shook my head.
“ Then kneel lad, I’m pissing myself and up for a demonstration” He laughed as he pushed my shoulders down, my knees giving up before I could caught myself. I stared up at him; he was grinning.
At waist eye level, I found watching the captain untying his belt. Slowly, ever so slowly - As if giving an expectable - humiliatingly I waited and as he finally pulled his pants just below the balls I stared at a humongous example of a cock. It was long, It was wide, it was hairy and it had a pungent smell of sweat and pee and cum.
It twitched.
“What are you waiting lad? Go down on it! I’m freezing!” He swinged his hips, dickslapping me in the face hard enough to leave my cheek tingling. A red mark surely on my face. “Lad, if you don’t go down on it by the time of three I will show you the hard way”
“One”
“Down on it! Down on it! Down on it!” The crew cheered
“Two” I stared at it, the warm smell hitting me in the face.
“Just do it David! You don’t want the Captain mad!”
“Down on it! Down on it!”
“Thre-“
Before he finished the sentence I was already opening my mouth, taking the monster inside of me - I felt it in slow motion - descending upon the captain’s cock as I opened my mouth and took it as deep as I could in a single motion.
“ Ahh~, good job, that sure hits a spot. But you can do better” He pushed my head down on him, as his still soft cock went down my throat and my nose buried under his hairy pelvis. I inhaled through my nose, his stench filling me inside and I swear I could taste it as he squeezed my hair “Good good”
“But still not what I want from you lad, I want you to open your mouth more and put my balls IN” he said, squeezing my jaw. I opened my mouth more and tried to get them in, but all I could achieve forcing myself to the limit was to get my tongue out.
I whimpered.
“Oh well, that’ll have to do. Keep your tongue out as much as you can so my balls can have a blanket okay? We’ll solve this problem soon enough”. I did as I was told. I had a big tongue and so after I got most of it out I unfortunately by luck managed to cover most of his musty balls.
“Finally” He said, he took a swig of a bottle someone had passed to him as if to remind me of my destiny, he then squared his footing, opening his legs and yanking me with his movement. He then took my hair pushing me in as he thrusted.
“Ah- Aaaah~” He sighed in relief. “This was a great idea”
A hot liquid started to flow in my mouth and throat, burning me. It was bitter and hot, as expected from someone who drank regularly, and its smell filled my nose and mouth; my breath was going to suffer. His dick started swelling, both from the pee and from the pleasure he clearly was enjoying by debasing me.
It was a long and generous piss, one of those which even the person peeing doesn’t know when it’s gonna end. Eventually it ended, but even as it did he didn’t just pull it out - no - he waited, getting comfortable and enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth around his dick on a winter night, as if I was just a tool meant to heat his cock.
“Suck the rest” he commanded, and soon I reluctantly sucked the remaining urine out of his urethra and chugged the last droplets of pee from his cock. “Convenient” he said and smiled at his own joke.
He finally got out, slapping me in the cheek two times with his dick as if to clean himself on me, again.
“You go lad! It wasn’t so hard was it?” He said as he raised his pants. The crowd cheered.
“ Are you crazy? And I have to do that for a week?!” I screamed, and as soon as it escaped my mouth I knew of my error. I went pale and inclined my head hoping for forgiveness.
It was silent for a single moment as I looked up.
He met my eyes and smiled, a sadist grin that promised nothing good.
“I was hoping you would ask” I gulped, the taste of the aftermath still in my mouth.
“No lad, you don’t have to do just that” He turned to the crew, his voice booming as he asked “Tell me boys, what else does a man do on the toilet?”
The crew responded. Cheering laughter, pity and thrill filling the crowd.
“Well it’s called shitter and not pisser for a reason Cap!”
“Well of course, shit!”
“Releasing the beast captain!”
“Takin’ a big ol’ crap of course”
Variants of this answer sounded all around, as his crew seemed to seal his destiny he couldn’t help but feel a pit deep into his stomach, already expecting what’s to come.
“Well you heard them didn’t you? I’ve been holding back for a while but since you seem so eager to do a full demonstration of your duties then that makes it all the easier!”
The pit in my stomach deepened. I whimpered quietly, no more than a squeak; that seemed to encourage him, as his smile widened and his eyes burned in a cruel light.
“You’re in for a ride lad, I haven’t been able to take a crap in days with this cold” He paused, and the pirates laughed, finding drunken amusement in the suffering. “Can someone pass us some rags for the boy to lie down?”
Someone rushed down and quickly threw a blanket made of rags, it was dirty - dirtier than usual - with stains and a strong smell of fermented sweat.
“Perfect! Now lie down, take off your shirt and put it behind your head boy, I want direct contact for maximum heat and comfort and I won’t have you getting a pillow dirty” I looked up at him, and at his huge size.
I took off my shirt, and then my pants and the rest of my clothes leaving me only in my stained white underwear. I expected I would need the extra support.
“ That’s the attitude!” The captain said as I laid down. “Now’s my turn”
The captain squatted in front of my face, pulling down the back of his pants to reveal the underwear he was wearing.
“I did you a favor before, but it’s your duty after all so you take it off” I leaned, raising my hands as he slapped them away “With your teeth” he threatened.
Straining myself, practically doing a push up to reach the dirty briefs with my mouth and using my teeth to catch them. As I bit down on them, an acrid taste entered my mouth. I tried to pull them down in one go but to no avail. I went up again, feeling the heat on my face as I tried and failed. His unwashed underwear was between my teeth as his big buttocks impeded the tight briefs from going down and I wondered If he chose them for this exact reason.
I had to get closer, pushing my face against his ass and I felt a slimy substance sticking to my face. ‘Don’t think about it, don’t think about it’. Up and down I rubbed against his ass, changing position to reveal his crack and ass. My nose rubbed against his crack many times as I had to be close to it to find purchase. I was notified with a yank when my job was done.
“ Good good, now lie down and stick out your tongue!” The captain said.
I lied down and soon his newly revealed ass covered my whole vision. It was hairy and I could feel his heat increase as he descended, the smell was intense and I thought I could see rests of shit forming clumps in his asshair. Soon he took seat.
He moved around, humping my face until my tongue was in direct contact with his anus.
“Now lick it, I want to relax” he commanded.
I refused, I couldn’t. The smell was already bad and I couldn’t imagine how bad it would taste.
“I said lick it lad!” He moved across my face, putting more weight into me and pressing me against the floor. “If you think this is bad lad then you don’t know what’s coming, defy me for a single moment and I’ll make sure every one of the marines take a turn on you AFTER I finish”
I made a pathetic sound and I reluctantly stuck my tongue out, and started licking. As soon as I did, a booming fart boomed on my face, burning my tongue and making me lightheaded. I trashed about instinctively but he didn’t budge, his weight pressing me to the floor.
“Bahahaha! That was a good one, but I’m not satisfied with this anymore lad. You should be thankful you were assigned to me. And so to show your eagerness you will stick your tongue in, helping me directly to loose up my insides so I can take a good shit, and don’t even think about sticking it out for any reason unless I say so”
I cried a little as I stuck my tongue into his asshole, the taste was horrid and the smell was already ínstense from shit and sweat.
“Ahh that feels good lad, now I can finally focus on my business. How hard was it to behave as a good ass heater eh? Now maintain those lips sealed good” He laughed, joined by the rest of the pirates.
Soon the onslaught began.
I felt his ass tighten against my tongue and the loosen as the first fart came. It filled my cheeks and came out of my nose as I tasted the smell of something that must’ve been building for a while.
He wasn’t lying when he said he hadn’t crapped in a while.
“THPPTPHTPHPHHPH”
“Prrrprrt”
“Frrt”
It continued, hot farts vibrating against my tongue and burning my mouth.
“Pfft” the putrid smell of the silent fart filled me, and I was filled with nausea - but even then the gagging didn’t come - soon something touched my tongue.
“Ungh “ the Captain grunted, “Pull your tongue out, and put it underneath my hole as a bridge lad, I know you have those lips sealed but I can feel this is a big one and I don’t want any mess” he said struggling.
Soon enough my tongue was placed under his convulsing asshole.
“Ungh, ghg. Grrngh.” I felt his weight descend on my head, pressing my face as his cheeks expanded and contracted with effort. “ Prepare yourself lad! I can’t stop now!”
I Inhaled deeply, the putrid air filling me, and with a last fart as warning as he pushed and a giant turd monster came out.
The captain grunted.
It was huge, and after a short moment it was already filling my mouth as my lips stretched to try and fit it in. It slipped through my tongue and directly into my throat, a taste bitter and putrid like no other filling me.
It was acrid and salty, and nausea filled me again as it filled me; and it did. There was no place in my mouth empty as the slimy yet firm turd slided down me. It was as if I was nothing but a pipe for the thing to pass through.
I thrashed about my legs, twitching as it filled my throat and I found my hands finding purchase on the captain’s gigantic legs as I panicked.
“Ggh, It’s a giant! I’m sorry son It seems my genius surpassed me! I planned to give you some time to chew but this is a monster! You’ll have to take it in one go! I’ll try to make it fast but *pffft* Ungh, this will be a hard one!” He pushed, his glutes every movement pressuring against my head.
The log continued to come, sliding down my tongue and into my throat, scraping against my mouth. It was the kind of shit that clogged a toilet and now I was on the lowest end of the deal.
“Ungh, fuck” the captain cursed, he leaned down, grabbed my arms and pulled. Hard. “Ugh!”
“Mmh! Mmm!” I tried to make a sound but found myself choked. He pulled harder, as if he was trying to close the distance between my mouth and whatever he had inside of him.
“Pfft” “Prppt” farts inflated my cheeks and more shit came out.
“Argh! The captain pulled my arms. Using me as a support point so he could push harder his log into my mouth.
My arms hurt, my mouth hurt, and my throat ached. It was the most grueling humiliating experience I’ve ever had.
I was lightheaded. Time had passed and I didn’t know how I had survived so much without air as the giant shit I struggled to swallow continued almost descending on its own.
But with a final tug on my arms I thought would pull them out of their sockets. The other end of the turd came.
“Arrgh!”
“PRpptpt” A fart and a small amount of runny shit entered my mouth.
“ Haa Haa haa… that was hard” Panting above me, the captain’s grip relaxed, seemingly relieved. He leaned back crushing my head as if forgetting I was there. Then seemingly remembering me he spoke “Oh, chew that for now, I’ll stay here”
I chewed and swallowed, now truly tasting the awful shit I had just been subjected to but wanting nothing more than to finally end the ordeal.
“That had to be one of the biggest I’ve had, shame I can’t really see it” he rambled.
As I finished, the Captain spoke to me once more.
“Lick me clean boy” he said tired. I did as I was told, the surface of my tongue felt every single hair and clump as I did, the lump of muscle palpitating. “Ohh, that feels good boy, you can’t imagine how hard that was.”
For real? He makes me pass through all that and the first thing he thinks is about how much he suffered?!
He stopped, thinking “Once you finish, continue massaging my anus, it really aches after that whole ordeal, you get me right?”
“Mmmm!” I cried, trying to protest.
“Great! your face is comfortably warm lad and I really have to catch my breath and relax after that”
his stomach grumbled
“Prrpttpt” a wet fart assaulted me, my face bouncing but I fought through it and continued cleaning.
“Don’t forget to stick it in boy” I inserted my tongue to clean his hole from the inside. His intestines pulsing.
Minutes passed, and after a time that seemed to extend without end and a few more silent farts the captain finally stood up.
Pulling up his pants he stared at me. My face was hot and red, humid from sweat that wasn’t just mine. I reeked.
“Stand up and go to my quarters and rest boy, this was a great demonstration of your duties. But there are still 6 days left and I want you available at all times, I’ll finish giving the others their tasks for now”
I slowly stood up, and the captain clapped my back.
The crew cheered. They laughed and thrashed about.
I walked, shamefully, to the captain quarters.
Just before entering I looked back.
Wondering
Which will be their duties?
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