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Jennifer's Boyfriend
Warnings/Tags: Break-in, Gay Face Farting, Fart Torture, Unwilling Victim, Fart to tongue, Throwing Up, Ball Busting, (maybe just torture at this point?)
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BBBBRRRRPPPTPTTTTTTT
A loud trumpet blast hits your face, an eggy smell making its way up your nose. A bet, it was a dumb bet that I didn’t think I could lose but here I am. A few inches from Brett’s bubble butt constantly blasting my face. Singeing my nose hair and blowing back my hair. Fogging up my glasses only for the spray of sweat glistening down his cheeks clearing the fog.
“Alright boys here comes another one” Brett says to his gaming buds on the mic.
Ppprrrttt
“Oh that one was smaller than I thought. Lucky y… “ A loud gurgle interrupted a Brett as a devilish grin grew on his face. You couldn’t see his face but you were shaking in fear of what was to come. “Guess your luck has just run out. Listen to this one boys” Brett says. The smell hitting you before you even hear the blast begin.
First it was dry and loud, akin to an orchestra loud and overpowering. A horrid smell but nothing you’re not already used to. After a two minute uproar it was still going strong but got quoted and wetter spraying your face with sweat. The air quality only getting worse as the smell of a barn begins sweeping throughout the room.
“You bro it sounds sick. Be happy y’all aren’t here!” Brett says laughing with each breath.
At minute five you thought it was over quiet apart from Brett’s laughter and then a sight of relief broke his laughter. A vile smell the worst thing you’ve ever smelled entered your nose. You kept gagging not being able to breathe until everything went dark. Brett still ripping for another minute before realizing he couldn’t feel your breath hitting his cheeks anymore.
“Oh look like he passed out. Well that doesn’t mean I stop”
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.
Yeah, that’s right faggot, kiss my hairy nuts and beg for another sweaty smelly fart right in your mouth. Stick your tongue out for me and moan so it vibrates on my slimy taint. Fuuuuck you fags are gross PRrrrRrrrAaaaaaaPppppppppp!!!!! Fuck you alive homo? Eat it loser! This is your lot in life, now kiss my hole and thank it for feeding you. Take my gym bag and bring back all my gear washed and folded tomorrow. Smear my ass sweat in your face nice and deep so you can smell me on your way home, fag.
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.
Greg NEVER hires fags, makes the crew look bad and uncomfortable with a fairy flitting about. After much begging he took you on with special stipulations. You were to kneel behind him after every shift for a thorough ass cleaning, suck all his farts up in front of the crew and hand over half your salary at the end of every month. You considered it to be a generous setup and kneeled for your first end of shift, listening to Greg’s stomach gurgle above you.
This is why straight men rule. He’s a short kid but dominant and aggressive. This is Him taking a picture before he rubbed his ass in my face for almost an hour and farted. He calls me “skid” now because he left skid marks on my face.
Check it out
No matter how old you got, your step dad never let you forget that he hated you were part of the picture when he married your mom. Like every day before it for years now, when he came home from work, you were to kneel silently before him on the couch as soon as he got home.
He’d turn on espn while you gently removed his shoes and pants. You’d nuzzle his huge manly sweaty nuts (a real man’s nuts, not like your faggot dads, homo) and slip your nose down low, close to his asshole. You’d greeted him with cold beer and peanuts so now you waited, breathing in his ass stink while he called his best friend Mike and they chit chatted about what the analysts were saying about the upcoming game.
You braved yourself as the farts came and tried not to shutter but the loud bangs and acrid smells, you couldn’t help it. You fought down the urge to puke and breathed as deeply as you could so the stink wouldn’t rise up to his level. He explained this and beat it into you over and over, he was a God you were a lowly fart faggot good for nothing. Only a fart filter for your step dad, you pretended not to exist while he laughed on the phone and invited Mike over to join in on your debasement.
Loser? More like winner
YOUR NEW BOSS:
You got a new job working at a clothing factory in the area that makes and receives calls from customers. Honestly, you weren’t very good at your job and your boss knew that. One morning the boss called you into his office, he was a tall, hot, hunk of a man. His big brown eyes sparkles as they looked at you. But that isn’t what you noticed most, what you noticed was his giant, suited ass. The boss, or Chuck, walked over to his windows and closed the blinds. You already knew something was off. “Justin, I hate to say that you have been failing in your department of work,” Chuck said. “However, there is a way you could make it up to me to keep your job,” your body filled with terror. He started walking toward you, he stood right in front of you and turned around. In that very moment, he took his big hand and shoved your face in his ass. You could feel your nose being pressed up against his hole, but his tight pant suit prevented you from being pushed all the way in. “How does it feel down there, Justin?” Chuck asked you. You couldn’t answer and he knew you couldn’t, he just enjoyed the humiliation. He stopped for a moment, but he wasn’t done with you yet. He told you to lay down, but you just sat there, shocked from what had just happened. “I said lay down!” he said with a loud stern voice. You lay down like he commands and he steps over your face. There you are looking straight up into his crotch and ass. He slowly starts to squat over your face, and then he starts to wiggle his ass right over your face. He got onto his knees and rested his big butt right on your face, he started to rub his ass against your face. He rubbed his ass forward and backward, right to left, and even started bouncing a few times. Then it finally happened, the one thing you thought he would never do was now a reality, he farted so many times your nose burned with fire. “Sorry,” he said, “I just ate some egg salad for lunch, could you do me a favor, though, could you sniff up all that gas so I ain’t gotta smell it, thanks,” you started sniffing up his awful gas. Your boss was now more than just a coworker, you will have to endure his massive ass if you want to keep your job. “Now you go back to work and do a better job or this will be worse next time!” He said to me as I walked out the door. “Oh, one more thing, I have some friends going camping with me this Saturday and I want you to come,. Just a warning, there pretty gassy, but we’ll have lots of fun. See you then!” I was dreading the thought of him and his gassy friends sitting on my face, but that was for another time.
Str8 fart and spit on slave
You’re not their friend exactly, but sometimes they let you come over to serve and “hang out”
haha damn didn’t i do a number on you. You had wanted a drive to a nearby city and unfortunately your car broke down and the only person near by was this truck driver called Nate. The only way you were gonna make it to the city is if you asked him for a ride. So little dude you wanna ride to the nearest city aye? Well i’ll take ya but there’s one little thing, you have to be my seat, yep you heard my right fag there’s a little contraption i made and you can insert your head into the seat and lay flat backwards. The last thing you saw before the next three hours of your life was two huge greasy, hairy, raunchy ass cheeks slowly lowering towards your face. Nate stopped just above your face and you heard him grunt PHBBBBBBBBBBHHBBBBBBHRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT. A 20 second fart rolled out of his ass and sprayed onto your face. He quickly sat down to trap you in it. If i have to smell one of these faggot i’m chucking you out.
Your friends were pigs. You recently moved to Oklahoma and these two guys from your school quickly befriended you. Later in your friendship you noticed things changed. The boys started using you as their bitch. Today Hunter pushed you down on the ground and said to get ready. Caden who was a lot bigger then you and hunter combined came up to you. He turned his ass a round in your face and started grunting. He pushed and pushed and a huge gurgling fart came out. The stench was wild, like rotten eggs and shit. Caden rubbed his butt all over your face. When he got up he said something that will stick with you forever. He grabbed his asscrack. “Fuck hope I didn’t shit myself like last time”.
He said he liked ‘man smells’ and that recently has had the urge to sniff farts, only he was too shy to approach anyone. But we met online and he asked me about the photo of my ‘farting chair’.
I told him that some guys like to spend even several hours with their head inside, while I watch tv or tend to business and fart on their faces. Some guys really can’t take the smell but they don’t want me to stop - I can just make out their muffled moans as I sit on their face. These guys really like a smelly ass. You can feel the suction of their nostrils on my hole as I fart and they inhale deeply.
“Wanna give it a try? But once you’re head is locked in the device, I’ll be sitting on your face all evening. Good. Let’s get started.”
Hail to the King
You had traveled to reach the barbarian king to get answers to your question. In all his might be told you and your companion:
"You may ask all your questions and I will answer, but for each question you ask I will let fly with a thundering fart upon your companions face"
You trusted your companion would keep it brief, as to not have you suggest over long.
"Really?" He asked
The barbarian king responded by bellowing out a wet and rumbling fart over your face. It smelled like war and horse manure "Yes" he said
"How can you do that! Is that not vile? How can a beast of a man like you produce such an ungodly amount of gas!" Your companion bemoaned
You groaned in disgust.
"I am the king of barbarians; it IS vile and that's the point; and the grain we grow on the steppe empowers us with a guy far stronger than you weak veklings. That is also four more farts you have doomed your companion too"
"Nay, that is only three is it not?" Your companion said bemusedly
The barbarian king laughed darkly, his haunches jiggling over your face with each mighty guffaw.
You should have been the one to ask the questions...
Your car was due an MOT, but the only person available was the apprentice, a cocky jock type who wasn’t even dressed for the occasion. You brought your car in, got out and it hit you, the smell of stale sweat. You hold your breath and walk to the mechanic.
“Hey just need my MOT sorting”
“Yeah I’ll get on it shortly” he replies
“I’m kind of in a rush if you don’t mind”
He turns to you and notices you aren’t breathing. He smirks “like the smell?” You’re not sure what to do you just inhale as normally as you can and start to cough “I’ll take as long as I need and you can help me” he says.
“Help you?” You ask worried
“Yeah, see I’m the only one in for the next couple of days and this is a big job I need an extra set of hands to help…” he closes the garage up and locks all the doors you just stand there stunned and a little terrified. He walks to you and as he’s walking you here it
PFFFFFT
You wrinkle your nose and see him walking closer you start to drop to the floor
“Haha idiot, exactly where I need you and don’t worry about the smell you’ll get used to it, see I’ve had a pretty big lunch and it’s making me really gassy, I can’t work if I’m forced to smell my own farts so you’re going to help me”
“Please… no”
“Shut it! Now don’t struggle or it will be much worse.”
He lowers his jeans and you see his white boxers with sweat stains especially in the crack. He takes his belt off and backs towards you, you try and get away but it’s too late, your face is engulfed in his toxic ass as he wraps the belt around your head.
“Ah much better, now let’s see how well you work”
His stomach rumbles and
BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT
A large farts erupts in your face, your screams and chokes are muffled.
“Perfect I can’t smell a thing, I’ll get to work now easily”
He starts working on the car forcing you to follow on your hands and knees sniffing his toxic gas not sure how much you can handle you start to lose consciousness. Hours pass and he notices the heavy weight behind him, you’ve passed out.
“Hmm you’ve done well, I could use someone like you at home to be my new fart filter guess you’ll have a new life as my chair”
He takes you home and straps you to his chair, this is your new life the chair of a disgusting gassy man
Part 2:
You slowly come to, wondering what the hell happened yesterday to give you such a big headache. Your eyes are still adjusting to the bright light above you, your mouth and lips feel dry but when you go to lick your lips and take in air you notice something stuck in your mouth, feels a bit like a cloth? You’re unsure. All you know is the taste is very salty and stale.
As you slowly come to you realise you can’t see much of your surroundings, a white wall directly in front of you and weirdly a brown floor too close to your face… it slowly starts to sink in, the floor looks like a fabric, the white wall is where the light is coming from, you try to move your head but can’t it’s wedged in to something. Just as you come to realise your situation you hear it
PFFFFFFFT
You start to panic, you can’t make a sound due to the weird cloth in your mouth, you start to sweat and hyperventilate, this can’t be happening.
“Oh look who’s awake! Man thought I’d killed you off you were out for like 16 hours” the cocky jock from the mechanics walks in wearing only a pair of grey joggers, clearly they’ve missed a wash a few times, shirtless you start to appreciate how fit he is but you’re too scared to care.
“How are you feeling? Just kidding I know you can’t speak! How do they taste anyway? Oh shit sorry haha yeah you can’t speak well just to let you know you seemed to love my boxers so much yesterday thought I’d let you keep them somewhere special while you’re here” he smirks down at you as you realise what’s in your mouth, you start to tip but with your mouth full all it does is soak the underwear in more saliva and cause it taste worse.
“So, here’s what’s going to happen, I’ve done your MOT, but sorry to say your car failed, way too much damage to it (he smirks again) so I have an offer for you, I am willing to fix it for you, for free, but you have to remain here waiting for me until I do manage to get it fixed. You’re currently only in this position so I know you will listen.
When I’m not here you can have free run of the house, eat when you need drink when you need, as long as you make sure you always replace what in your mouth (he winks) but when I’m back you’ll spend your time in this position”
You start to panic but at the same time he still hasn’t told you what this position is, you look at him trying to make the question obvious
“Oh you’re wondering what position I mean? Simple I have managed to create a little something here that I am excited to try out, see when I’m not in the garage I’m here at home playing games, going on twitch live streaming, for hours on end and when I do I get really gassy from all the food and drinks I have. Well I imagine you remember (he laughs at you as he does a small PFFT escapes his ass as you reel back) so this situation means that when I am home, you will be my chair. And that’s the ins and outs of it are you in?”
You start to moan trying to shake your head do anything you can do to make this stop.
“Oh you don’t want that? Well that’s fair enough man I’m more than happy to let you go now, but you’ll be leaving without your car I’ll have to impound it in the state it’s in and if you do I’ll just have to share this video of you…”
He picks his phone up and shoved it into your face, right there in the screen is a video of your face in his ass at the garage, he lets a fart out as you moan, from an outsider’s perspective it could be a moan of pleasure, you’re horrified he could do this to you.
“So yeah if you leave, it seems like everyone’s going to know about your new fetish” he gives you an impish grin as you contemplate your thoughts, it seems like you have no choice, you look up to him almost crying but he knows what this means.
“Correct decision friend, don’t worry when I’m not in and you have free roam of everywhere you’ll never go hungry or bored I’ll always make sure the house is sorted but when I’m home be prepared to get to work” he says slapping his ass in front of you.
“Speaking of it’s about time I start my twitch real, so bare with I’ll be right back.”
When he returns he’s wearing a tight pare of blue briefs and a hoodie, the hoodie seems pointless. “Gotta wear a hoodie at the beginning can’t let all my watchers see the goods immediately or they’d never stay, right get ready and try to stay quiet wouldn’t want anyone knowing you’re there” he winks and turns around.
He slowly descends as you see an eclipse of an ass coming towards you, inches from your face a small gust of silent air is released it’s so vile you struggle not to gag as he fully engulfs your head. That’s when you hear him say “good evenings guys get ready for tonight I’m looking at at least 3 hours here got my snacks so no need to get up tonight!”
You whimper and tear up as you struggle to breathe only breathing fully when he lifts up to release another noxious gas straight into your face.