My New Stepfather Part 2
Sorry for the long hiatus. Hope people remember what happened in part one and enjoy part two even more.
Brian reached over my face to untie my bound hands from the bed board, pressing his damp armpits onto my face in the process. I lied there defenselessly staring up into the dark hairy stink as I slowly felt the binds on my wrists loosen. I was being freed, though in reality I was actually only being moved from one cage to the next. In the first cage I was a boy tied to a bed while his stepfather ripped ass all over his face. In the new cage I’m going to see a boy with no choice but to wrestle his buff stepfather who to which I will inevitably lose to.
Brian placed his other armpit right onto my stink covered face as he began to untie my other arm. His moist blond hairs ticked my nose forcing me to scrunch my face and inhale more of my stepfather’s stench.
After finishing my second arm Brian lifted his pit off my face. We made eye contact only for Brian to deviously smirk and wink at me cockily. As Brain began to unite my legs my mind wandered again. Brian had said that he still had more gas but he put on the singlet to wrestle so that means he wants to wrestle but he still has plans to fart on me again. Oh god why does he still want to fart on me? Hasn’t this been torture enough?? Involuntarily I began to gag as I remembered the stench and pure raunch of Brian’s gas.
“HA HA HA you excited to wrestle your Daddy and suck up some more gas son?!” Brian said as he finished my second leg and rose off the bed. I stared up at him in fear and slowly began to slide off the bed. Once standing I was at eye level with Brian’s pecs. I knew that he was a big guy but only now did he seem so massive to me. The dominance he exerted and the control that he demanded over me made me feel dwarfed in comparison to him. In only a matter of hours my stepfather had gone from a simple figure in my life that I usually ignored to my master… my owner… my Daddy as he so gleefully called himself. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes anymore. Brian had completely degraded me and I had no choice but to continue on with his sadistic humiliation. If I tried to fight or run he would easily stop me, punish me, and even worse extend our trip. There is no way out he has me right where he wants me and I can’t do anything about it.
Brian laughed louder than before “ HA HA YEAAAA boi I know you’re ready!” With that, Brian walked a few paces back in the room and sort of half squatted himself down into a wrestlers pose. Ugh this guy was a wrestling champion back when he was in high school and here I am not even knowing the first clue about wrestling. There was no way I could win and the huge evil smirk on his face just proved that he knew it too.
“You ready my boy?” Brian questioned, in an amped up excited voice. I “Mrphhheddd” an answer while shaking my head and then went to remove the tape from my mouth to give him an actual answer. Before I could even get my hand halfway up to my face though Brian was already on me. His entire body wrapped around mine and we both fell to the floor. He had my face pressed into the soft carpeted floor of the bedroom with my right arm twisted behind my back. As I struggled in pain my stepfathers hot heavy breath spoke into my ear “OHHH ho ho Ho noooo son you gotta keep my dirty jock strap in your mouth! It’s got a lot more marinating to do in there before you’ve fully cleaned it. So you enjoy it now boy!” I moaned in displeasure knowing that his disgusting sweat pouch would remain trapped in my mouth.
Brian laughed as he readjusted himself so that I was now pinned beneath him. He pinned both of my arms above my head on the floor with his arms and stared me right in the eyes. There was a glimmer of pure joy in them as he began to slowly drip a long stream of saliva down towards my face. I struggled furiously as my stepfathers saliva made it’s way down to my face, though thankfully right before it hit he slurped it all back up. Brian exploded with laughter “ You should have seen the look in your eyes! Is that what you look like when I’m giving you my farts?! Nooooo, it can’t be! Cause I know that you LOOOOooooOoOOOooooOoovvvveeeee Daddy’s gas.”
Almost ceremoniously after Brian finished stating how much I loved his gas his stomach began to gurgle and he rose up off me. Rapidly, Brian twisted my entire body and rolled me so that I was trapped between his crossed legs. My face was pressed into his damp singlet clad ass as his thighs squished my neck. I knew this was it, as much as I tried to calm myself down I couldn’t , I knew that it was about to begin again. I tried everything I could to escape my stepfathers giant bubble butt but I couldn’t there was no way out of this.
“Love you son. Probably almost more than you love Daddy’s farts!” And with that Brian erupted. A gaseous beast was unleashed on my face. The monstrous stink invaded my nostrils immediately bringing tears to my eyes. The fart went on for what felt like hours , vibrating my entire face against my disgusting stepfathers butt crack. I could hear Brian laughing as I suffered so intensely. He didn’t just love farting on my face. He didn’t just love that I hated it so much. He loved doing it, he loved my disgust and suffering, he loved acting like I loved every ounce of his stink and using his dominance to force me to endure it.
“How’s that smell son! Take deep breaths! Remember this is for you!” Brian shouted as another fart found its way out of his butthole and right into my nostrils. Once again the stench burned, but I inhaled. I inhaled as deeply as my body would allow me to. I knew I had to please him. I couldn’t stay here more than a week, it still was only our first day here and I was completely destroyed. I don’t know how I am going to survive this whole week there is no way I could survive more than tha-
My thoughts were interrupted as Brian crossed his thighs tighter completely squishing my neck and forcing my face deeper into his ass. I heard him groan with relief from above me and than I was slapped in the face again with a gurgling wet fart. I felt the thin layer of the singlet that separated my face from his cavernous butt crack grow damper. I couldn’t tell if it was wet from the amount of sweat he had accumulated between his cheeks or if it was his ass juices slowly seeping there way into my pores forever marking me with the stench of my Stepfather’s butt crack. Either way the smell was only grower more poisonous.
Brian began to monologue above me while continuing to unleash terror onto my face.
“Ya know Cole I think you and I have a pretty special father son bond going on here”
A long hiss came streaming out of Brian’s butt filling my entire body with the rank stench of rotten eggs.
“I mean what other Daddy do you know would be so accepting of his sons peculiar fetish?”
A loud quick duck quack sounding fart bursted onto my face, Brian twisting his hip to let it out.
“I have been so kind and loving to you. Really helping you get what you love.”
Another sonic boom fart popped out of him hitting me square in the face.
“I really am the best Daddy in the whole entire world aren’t I?”
Brian genuinely sounded like he was happy with himself. It was crazy it was almost like a part of him had actually convinced himself that I loved his farts. I knew that he knew it wasn’t true, but I think it was just more satisfying for him to fart on an unwilling victim and add an extra layer to the torture by pretending like this was what his victim actually wanted. That he was being so kind and helping me.
I felt his muscular legs uncoiling themselves from around my body, his Python like thighs released my neck and I immediately pushed myself out of Brian’s butt. I Inhaled the fresh air rapidly. Catching my breath through my two small nostril holes as quickly as I could. Brian stilly laying down on the floor bubble butt up cocked his neck around and looked at me with a frat boy like smile. “You’re welcome Son.”
Brian began to stand his massive globes jiggling in his singlet as he stood. I remained on the floor panting on my hands and knees. I was mortified, sick to my stomach but I knew we couldn’t be done.
“Alright son, we should hit the hay I got a big day for us planned tomorrow and it’s almost midnight”. Midnight?! What?! How long have we been doing this?? How long has he been farting on my face?
Brian grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. I tried to Yelp in pain but I was still muffled by his sweaty jock. Once I was fully up Brian spoke again. “Okay so you’ll sleep with Daddy while we’re here just cause I need to make sure you don’t misbehave son. Get into your pjs and then meet me in the master bedroom.” With that, Brian strode confidently out of his childhood bedroom his cheeks bouncing as he exited. I stood there for a moment paralyzed in fear but then immediately burst into action. I shuffled through the back I brought and quickly changed into my pajamas. As I was moving and changing I had almost an out of body experience. Watching myself quickly comply with what my sadistic disgusting stepfather demanded I was horrified. Why was I not trying to escape or call my mother. Why wasn’t I at least taking my time before returning to the ultimate torture.
He broke me… I could see it. He completely owned me and I knew that there was no way of escaping my fart torture, the only thing I could do was be a good son and hopefully not get punished. If I inhaled every fart, if I did everything he demanded the faster this could all end and we could go home. Suddenly I snapped back to my body early falling down from the whiplash. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks…what if this doesn’t end when we go back home? What if he always finds a way? What if I’m just Daddy’s little fart boy for the rest of my life?!
From down the hall he called “Colllleeeee, Daddy is waiting for you!”
I slowly shuffled down the hall and stopped in the doorway of the master bedroom. Brian stood in front of the mirror in only a lose pair of grey boxers flexing and posing for himself. He noticed me out of the corner of his eye and greeted me with a shit eating grin and a massive belch. He slowly brought his lips to an O shape and blew his burp at me in such a “bro-ly” way. I entered the room faintly smelling his burp and other forms of stink all around me. Brian shocked me out of nowhere when he ripped the duct tape off of my mouth aggressively. I shouted out in pain and his old never washed jock strap fell from my mouth onto the floor with a splat. The once crusty dirty stained pouch was now completely soaked with my saliva . Brian looked down at his balled up jock strap and began to nod his head slowly with approval. “Nice job son! You got that shit pretty damn clean!” He seemed excited at my so called “cleaning”.
Brian picked up the jock strap with his toes and threw it up in the air. He caught it easily and then walked over to a dresser and put it in a drawer. As he turned back towards me he scrunched his face and gave me a chill look “we’ll let it air dry… Anyways sorry to take that away from you, but I just needed to talk to you before we went to bed. I was thinking that tonight and maybe every night you could sleep completely under the covers. This way my ass and farts can give you some nice TLC allllll nighhhhtttt looooonnggg”
I was horrified but this time I wasn’t defenseless I had my voice my words. I had a chance to get out of this but I needed to be smart I needed to be carful. I took a beat to collect my thoughts and tried my best to get out of this week long Dutch oven proposal.
“Oh..” My voice cracked.
“Thank you so much for thinking of me Daddy, but I think I would rather just sleep above the covers. Don’t want to just take your gas for granted because I’ll be sleeping ha ha” I tried my best to sound as happy and chill as possible but I knew as soon as I finished speaking I didn’t impress Brian. His face grew dark and stern, and he spoke with a slight touch of anger.
“Oh yea you’re probably right Cole. Though maybe we should just extend our trip for a couple more weeks so you really learn to not take Daddy’s gas for granted.”
Oh my god he was pure evil. There was no way to beat him.
“I’m so sorry Daddy no I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings I would rather sleep under the covers right by your farting butt every night this week!” I couldn’t believe the words spilling out of my mouth.
Brian chuckled slightly “Beg me to give you a Dutch oven every night.” He spoke so charmingly but his words were far from charming.
I wanted to cry. There was no way in hell I wanted to spend every night getting a Dutch oven from my stepfather but that was my only option. So, just like farts being released out of Brian’s butt and up my nose the words released from my lips.
“Please Daddy! Please give me a Dutch oven every night on our trip! I want get to smell your farts all night! Please fart on me while you sleep! Please trap me in a fart bubble under the covers! Please!”
The words just poured out of me and Brian laughed. He laughed the hardest I’ve ever seen him laugh. He had tears in his eyes and he just couldn’t stop. He laughed at how dumb and pathetic I sounded. He laughed at all of the gross nights he just forced me to beg to endure. Finally once he was just down to some quiet giggles while catching his breath and wiping his eyes he spoke again.
“Alright Coley boy, time to get some sleep” he said with a giant grin on his face as pulled down the covers on one side of the bed exposing the my resting place for the night. I slowly climbed into the bed and laid on my side in almost a fetal pose waiting for my stepfather’s boxer covered butt to present itself to me.
“Wait right there son!” Brian said as he quickly jogged out of the room. I sat up a bit a listened intently as I heard him rummaging around in a room down the hall. What new and disgusting torture could he be cooking up now. Brian jogged back into the room smiling wide. He had two things in his hand, but before I had the chance to react he kept onto the bed punching in me playfully. He laughed as he stretched a pair of his underwear above my face. “Sorry, had to get these out of my suitcase. Wore these to the gym every single day last week and I brought them here special for you”
Small pleas began to escape my mouth but faster than I could form a sentence Brian began stuffing the white briefs into my mouth. Once again I tasted his sweat and stink, but unlike his jockstrap which had no cloth that covered his butt these underwear had definitely been up close and personal with Brian’s ass, trust me I could tell. He continued shoving the dirty underwear into my mouth until they were completely in. My cheeks were bulged out like a hamsters trying to contain Brian’s nasty briefs . I began to gag trying to get them out of my mouth but just as quickly as he had shoved the underwear in my mouth Brian had tapped my mouth shut.
Brian smiled down at me and slapped my hamster like cheeks lightly. “Lookin good there bud aren’t ya hahaha!” He looked so blissfully happy and I could only imagine how I looked in comparison. Mouth stuffed with dirty underwear, cheeks bulging, my face probably all red and sweaty from being stuffed into his ass cheeks over and over again. I bet I looked pathetic but Brian just kept smiling down at me gleefully happy at how pathetic he had made me look. I desperately wanted to run as he slightly moved up off me and lied down right next to me. His butt right next to my head that if I were to just look to the left-
Brian once again interrupted my thoughts by grabbing a fistful if my hair and shoving me face first into his boxer clad ass. My nose shot right into his ass cheeks due to how silky and loose the boxers were. My nose was assaulted by his ass stink as the covers cascaded over me sealing me in my fart bubble for at least the next eight hours. Brian released my hair from his grip and spoke “don’t let me catch you moving around to much tonight. I want you in my ass cheeks all night boy. So don’t move and have sweet dreams son, maybe tomorrow you’ll finally get to meet my bare cheeks HAHAHA”
My stomach turned at his final statement but it was about to turn a whole lot more as Brian began to fart and fart and fart all night long.
God if a hot guy would make me their bitch like this I would be at peace.
