bottomlyburps

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[gassywill-deactivated20250127]

Camping Fart Slave Training - Part 3 (Final Part)

I woke up mummified inside a sleeping bag and herd chatter outside. One voice was definitely Joeseph and the other ones I don’t know who I moved around slightly and Joeseph‘s face peered into the tent, looking at me “Hello again fart slave, I’ve brought some friends” two other guys, in full tracksuits looks back at me one smacked his arse as he looked into my eyes.

They all got into the small tent. Once inside Joeseph started rubbing my dick once again “it’s time for your last challenge fart slut” when I tried to reply all it came out was moans. I slowly realised that the gas mask I was wearing was different to the one before and my mouth had also been gagged with a pair of horrible tasting, dirty socks.

As I looked down as much as I could, I could see three tubes coming from the bottom of the gas mask. This couldn’t be good each of the lads grabbed of the tubes and attached it to their arsehole. I began to smell the horrible smell of three arses mixed together, creating a horrible stink, unlike anything I have ever smelt before.

Joseph started to rub the sleep bag, which felt comforting, which is something I needed, knowing what was gonna happen to me. “Ok, so you’re gonna take all of our farts until you agree to sign this contract”. what contract was Joeseph on about? I would never agree to this! I let out a moan shaking my head. Joeseph lent over and looked into my eyes. He started reading the contract.

“Part one, I promise to sniff my masters farts, whenever I am required, and no matter where I am.

Part two if my master has friends round who need to fart, I can be used as a filter for that rancid gas.

Part three, you are not allowed to cum unless you are sniffing farts.

Part four, you promised to move into Joeseph‘s flat and become his bitch for the rest of your life.”

I shook and disagreement all parts of this contract. I didn’t want to accept it. I didn’t want to be a fart slave for the rest of my life. I just wanted to be released.

Joeseph moved his hand down to my cock and started rubbing it. He lent back “ok boys here we go”. The first fart ripped down the gas mask tube into my face. All I could do is sniff it I start to moan as the next fart rumbled down the hose, followed by more and more and more gas.

Whilst this was happening, Joeseph was rubbing my cock forcing me to be horny to this extensive torture.

One of the other lads lent over and looked into my eyes. He put his hand on the side of my face and asked me to guess what he had for dinner before releasing a massive stinky fart into the tube. I maoned and shaked as he laughed.

This torture of non-stop farts went on for 10 minutes straight without any break. One of them was always farting. Joeseph lent over me again and said it could be all over if I just signed the contract in my head it was beginning to think like the only option I had for survival.

Soon the three guys stopped, Joseph said to them “I think we need the next stage” “Yes sir” replied one of the lads.

My gas mask and gag was removed, I could finally breathe somewhat fresh air. Joeseph and the other two guys, then got out a massive sleeping bag. It looked like a triple one. It could fit multiple guys and at once I was told to get into the bottom of it, I refused. Joeseph climbed on me cuffing my hands and my feet and dragged me in.

I was pushed down to the bottom and then the three lads got in the top. Their feet went on my face, which stunk about as bad as their farts. Joeseph reached down to me and attached a collar to my neck. I was now completely enclosed in this Dutch oven.

I felt the collar pulling and I was dragged up to one of the lads ass. He put his hand on the back of my head, and pushed my face into his rancid, bare arse, and proceeded to start farting on my face no matter how much I tried to pull away, I couldn’t. When I did manage to get a little bit away from his arse, the smell didn’t get any better as the smell was just filling the whole of the sleeping bag.

I was pulled to the next guy who proceeded a fart on my face multiple times and kept on telling me to lick their arse. Eventually, I did as I was told and stick my tongue in. Their arsehole was disgusting. You could taste their farts they had created.

Finally, Joeseph pulled me over to his arse. I could always recognise his gas after all. I’ve taken it for a good few days at this point. Joeseph pulled me with the collar, forced his dick into my mouth and forced me to deep throat him as he released some eggy gas around me. I was now sniffing his rancid farts and sucking his giant dick.

This went on for a good 10 minutes before he came into my mouth. He allowed me to take his dick out of my mouth and pushed me into his arse where he released another few bubbly fart right in my face I felt so submissive. The other guy pulled me over to theirs. Most sat in between them. Both of them sat on my face at once. I had one ass on either sides of my face.

Both of them start releasing eggy farts right onto my nose. I had no escape. I started shaking. I still have to cum from Joeseph‘s cock dripping out of my mouth as I was forced to endure more gas the inside of the sleeping bag, stank of rancid fart and cum. I shouted out at the top of my voice “I’ll sign it, I’ll sign it”.

And right then too much of disgusting farts hit my face. I start shaking from the stench again, and then I felt the collar pull me back up to the surface.

Joeseph was sat in the tent with the pen in his hand, and the contract on the ground. He gave the pen to me and instructed me to sign it. I nervously signed the contract while making the odd glance to my new master above me. I was now a fart slave for Joeseph.

As soon as I signed the other two lads pulled the colour back into the sleeping bag. Where is one of them sat on my face, ripping farts, the other one put his cock in my mouth and forced me to take more of his cum, and then they switched the other one took over the farting duties, as I had to suck another cock and take more come.

My mouth was dripping. My face stank and my cock was harder than it ever been before. I was now fully a fart slave. I was Joeseph’s fast slave.

[eliostory]

MALE GAS #TWO

1- Guys who are genuinely proud of their friends' gas. If their best friend releases a huge wet burp or a deadly fart with a foul odor that fills their room, they feel enormous satisfaction and pleasure in knowing that their buddy can produce and release something so grotesque, congratulating them with a "high five" and compliments about the smell.

2- Guys who really like to release gas around you and want you to pay as much attention to detail as possible, saying: ''Hey, listen, listen… ''BRRRRRPPPPPPPTTT'' ''Wait, there's another one coming, watch closely… ''PPPPPRRRRTTT''.

3- Guys who know when you're sad and start letting out little farts around you to cheer you up. They know you so well that they were the only ones who noticed you were depressed, and their stench makes you smile and cheer up a little. They continue to walk around and let out little toots as they do so, their farts becoming a form of affection and concern for you.

4- Guys so gassy that their gas has become part of your routine. You wake up, go to the kitchen, and see them in their underwear making coffee while releasing a huge fart. You're brushing your teeth, they come in and release a guttural burp in your face that seems like it will never end. You both go back to bed, and sleep spooning while watching a series on Netflix, and obviously they continue to release gas in your crotch even in the position you're in.

5- Guys who let out a lazy burp like a roaring dragon that reverberates throughout the kitchen. The disgusting belch starts to last so long that it surprises even them — so they start positioning their mouths in different ways, playing with the sound they're making, making it deeper and wet or higher and shrill.

6- Guys who love to trap you under thick blankets, into which they have just released a hot and stinging wind. You are literally inside a greenhouse of fetid gas, your eyes are burning, your forehead is sweating from the high temperature of the gases, while they release more and more farts without stopping. ''BRRRPPPT'' ''PPRRRRTT'' ''BRRRRPPPPRRTT'' You hear them laughing loudly from outside the blankets, and you feel fulfilled to see them happy and having fun, inhaling their horrible aroma as a form of affection.

7- Guys who fart so much that the tight pants they're wearing are literally filled with gas, creating a visible methane bulge in their clothing that deflates like a balloon as they sit next to you. You can literally see the gas coming out of their pants' swelling, no longer inflated with rank gas — which is now in your nostrils, as they laugh at you.

8- Guys who kiss you, and in the middle of it they feel an urgent need to burp. But of course they won't stop their passionate kiss just to do that, so they bring the guttural belch from the back of their throat to your mouth, and you can taste what they ate on your tongue, while they continue to burp and kiss you at the same time.

9- Guys who start farting and burping while arguing with you just to piss you off. You argue about them not doing something you asked, and they respond by lifting their leg slightly and letting out a gross fart. You complain about them leaving dishes in the sink, and you get a demonic burp in return. You discuss about which movie to watch, and every time you argue, they remain silent and counter with a loud fart — eventually, you start laughing and fanning the air, and they win the argument.

10- Guys who know you so well that they genuinely don't think you care anymore when they fart/burp around you, in your room, or on your stuff. They might be sitting mindlessly on your bed, with their ass on your clothes or pillow, and let out a deep, stinky fart with a stench that permeates your stuff and not even look up from their phone — they know you so well that they know you don't care.

11- Guys who close the windows of their car the moment you buckle up. You see the mischievous and naughty smile on the corners of their mouths. Suddenly, a quiet, treacherous sound like a snake crawling or a can of coke being opened can be heard, just ''Psssshhhhhhhh''. Neither of you say anything, just smile discreetly while listening to music. The abominable stench of rotten eggs slowly rises in the car, and so the trip continues: silent-but-deadly farts being released every minute for hours without being acknowledge by neither of you… just music and ninja farts.

[whitemanburps]

Start to finish this is a AWESOME burping male on male interaction. Dude says that his buddy loves to burp, and then the buddy does lol. Then the best part, first dude gets a whiff of his bud’s belch and reiterates twice how “rancid” it smells. That’s so effin hot dudee. Then suggests their third buddy is probably bat!ng to his friend’s burps🥵

[writinggross]

The Truck-Driver’s Chair

[Contains: M/M, Face-farting, mild scat, urine-drinking, rape.]

When Danny gets home from school, he finds his parents conversing with a stranger at the kitchen table. He’s a fat man in a faded red t-shirt with large sweat stains under the armpits. His eyes rake over Danny’s body in a predatory way that sets his nerves on edge. He recognises the man, vaguely, as someone who does deliveries for his father’s company. This information does nothing to calm him when he spots his mother’s unusually pale face and his father’s nervous, borderline guilty smile.

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[writinggross]

The Effects of Fastfood

[Contains: M/M, Face-farting, scat. Non-con.]

I hand out the final order in the front-counter rush. My headset beeps, signalling that there’s a car at the speaker-box, but I push it off my ear. Thankfully, I’m not on drive-thru right now. That beeping haunts my nightmares. They don’t normally put guys on front-counter, but the district manager says I have a ‘pretty face for a boy’, so I should be seen. I assume this means he think all the girls in kitchen are ugly.

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[writinggross]

The Frat Couch (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, face-sitting, face-farting, rimming, body odour, kidnapping, unaware, human furniture, use of slurs, humiliation and non-consent.) 

I wake up to a chipped, white ceiling. I can’t even tell what kind of room I’m in, nor can I move to check. My whole body is constricted—tied up, if the pressure across my chest and calves is anything to go by—but the worst is my face. Something soft is encircling my head from under my chin around to my scalp, making moving my head impossible. The last thing I remember was meeting up with a guy—some frat boy closet case I found on a dating app. He seemed nice, if a little repressed. He offered to pick me up. I guess that seemingly sweet gesture turned out to be a warning sign, because getting into that car is the last thing I remember.

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[kinkwriter88]

You were in the locker room of your first day of football practice. Your jaw immediately dropped when you saw Hunter. He was the biggest guy at school. And now he was standing in front of you in just his underwear. “Hey newbie check this out”. FFFFFLLLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTT. Hunter had sharted his drawers, the fart was extremely wet but he didn’t care. He pushed you down to the ground. “Any last worlds fart boy”? Hunter asked you. “Hunter STO…..”! It was too late he had hurried your entire tiny head into his deep ass. BBBBRRRPPPPPTTTT!!! Hunter grunted out another one. “Better get comfy boy, all the newbies get the Hunter Facesitting experience hahaha”.

[writinggross]

The New Kid (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, farting, face-farting, mouth-farting, public humiliation, bullying. Characters are all over 18.)

James nearly trips over his feet on his way to homeroom. It isn’t that he’s in a rush or anything—far from it. It’s his first day at a new high school, which any sane teenager would find nerve-wracking, but James has reason to be afraid. He’s always had a hard time fitting in with the other boys. He’s never liked or been good at sports, or cared about cars, or wasted any time trying to impress a pretty girl. He tried his best to fake it, but things got worse when puberty hit and all the other boys shot up, then out, while he stayed short and scrawny. You’d think smaller legs would be easier to navigate—less flesh and bone to keep track of—but you’d be wrong. Between his size, his constant fumbling, and the persistent (not incorrect) rumours that always sprout up about his sexuality, school has never been easy. He hopes that this time he can at least keep a low profile. Nobody can bully you if they don’t even know you exist.

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Camping Fart Slave Training - Part 2

Having been Joesephs fart sniffer for hours on end, I eventually passed out. I woke up the next morning, with morning wood which was clearly visible in the sleeping bag.

Morning sleepy head said Joeseph as he lifted the gas mask off my face and removed the gag. FINALLY fresh air, well sort of. The tent didn't smell pleasant with Joesephs gas having filled the whole thing.

"Ready to cum boy?" Joeseph barked at me. "No please don't make me do that" I whimpered back. "Please don't what?" Joeseph said looking down into my eyes and holding his hand on my neck. I shrugged unsure of what to say.

He tightened his grip around my neck and said "I am your master fart sniffer, You call me master." I shook my head in disagreement scared to say anything else.

Quick as anything he swung round and sat on my face wearing his tracksuit bottoms. The smell wasn't pleasant, just as he wiggled his ass he ripped a large basey fart directly onto my face.

The smell filled my nose immediately. "What do you call me?!?" Joeseph said powerfully, I shook my head again, no way was this guy gonna be my master!

Another massive powerful fart ripped onto my face, forcing me to inhale even more of his putrid gas. "What about now??"

I screamed no into his ass, and another wetter fart hit my face. He then took down his trackies and sat bare-ass on my face.

Ok fart sniffer, here we go. Full torture. I heard the gas moving around in his belly, his ass groaning wanting to let it out.

Suddenly my dick started twitching, Joesephs hand touching it, making it even harder. It was a strange feeling having another many touch my dick making it harder and I couldn't explain it.

He started rubbing my dick, then came the farts. One wet fart after another, ripping on my face. I could feel the wetness of each fart on my face as he continued to rub my dick. I started to precum.

"Am I your master now?" Joeseph asked, I was too occupied to reply. I had no idea what was happening. Then, Joeseph pushed again, and another load of wet farts hit my face as he continued to rub my dick.

One fart after another I continued to be forced to inhale them, groaning and struggling underneath him as he had full control of my dick and nose.

Then, as he ripped the biggest eggy fart ever I exploded with cum inside my sleeping bag, it dripping all over inside it. I relaxed opening my mouth as he farted even more making the stench even worse, even more relaxed I screamed "THANK YOU MASTER" and he ripped another we fart instantly.

Joeseph got off my face, looked down and said "How did you enjoy that fart sniffer". I was still in shock, I couldn't speak, I hadn't enjoyed it but I was definitely owned by him.

"Ok, time for another sleep I think" he took his place back on my face and ripped a long eggy fart that made me pass out cold covered in my own cum.

[str8brostink]

[alessandrouk]

[daddy-dave-smith]

eat that ass….. really get in there

[whitemanburps]

Hot young dude burpin like a lion roars.

[jocksfarting]

one of my favorite videos of all time

[whitemanburps]

Frat boy hazes you by burping in your face

[hookedonhuge]

I'm Right Behind You

(Farting | Big Butt | Short Story)

“Hey, can you hold this step ladder while I fix this?”

You can’t believe how lucky you are. The opportunity to get up close and personal with his giant, muscular butt, given to you without even asking. You walk up behind him and grab the sides of the step ladder, your face so close to his perfect ass that your nose is almost in his crack.

“Hold on tight.”

You grip onto it like your life depends on it, not willing to let this opportunity go.

pffffft.

Your nose hair burns from the rancid gas that escaped from his ass. It’s nasty! You instinctively lean your head back trying to escape the smell, your grip on the step ladder loosening ever so slightly.

“I said hold on tight!”

You tighten your grip again and lean back in towards his ass. He shifts his positioning on the step ladder so that he can reach further, then when he is stable he pushes his butt back, smothering your face in his cheeks. You can’t believe that you’re getting even luckier.

“Just need to get in the right position to reach this…”

He pushes his butt back further, your face now even deeper between his cheeks and your arms at full stretch as you hold on desperately to the step ladder.

BRRRAAAAAAAP!

His foul gas blasts directly into your nose and down your throat. You can taste the whey from his protein shakes on your tongue. With your arms at full stretch there’s no escape from your noxious prison.

“Yeah I’ve been smashing my protein goals lately, but it’s just made me so gassy.”

FRRRRAAAAAAAAP! 

He inflates your lungs with his rotten fart. You thrash your head fighting for fresh air, but it’s no use.

“You wanted this ass so bad, well now you’re going to get every last bit of it. Ha!”

He grabs the back of your head and pushes your face so deep into his ass that you’re practically kissing his hole through his shorts.

BWWWRRRRRRRRRLT!

[whitemanburps]

Nice burp dude

[whitemanburps]

Male on male face burp