i found your blog by accident and it’s made me realize how much i’m turned on by the idea of a man sitting on my face. i’m embarrassed by how wet i get scrolling thru your blog, thinking about being your seat 😵💫
If you’re embarrassed by how wet you are thinking about it, just imagine how you’d feel when I’m standing over you about to drop my ass down on your face. Then when you finally feel my big ass swallow up your face, how dehumanizing it is to be stuck under there, a seat for a man’s ass. I wonder how wet you’ll be then, when I degrade and humiliate you by asking you how it smells and listening to your muffled reply, telling you to stick out your tongue and lick, or let you know how I can feel some gas coming on. Just think about it as you sit there fantasizing about being my chair
M4M - Fart fetish, facesitting, humiliation, boss/employee power dynamic
All characters are over 18
I had been looking for a job for about six months. I had a good office manager position at a small company for a couple years, but when the company fell on hard times they went through layoffs, and my position got cut. I was trying to find something corporate again, but the job market wasn't doing me any favors, and my safety net was running thin. That's when I got the interview for a personal assistant position for the CEO of a local marketing agency.
So I found myself sitting in a very lush office, staring at Manuel Romero. He was a broad latino man, fit but with a healthy layer fat padding his stomach and (I couldn't help but notice) his hips. I had already aced an interview with HR, but they told me Mr. Romero liked to personally interview his assistants before they were hired. With his dark, piercing eyes searching my face as we talked, I felt a small churn of anxiety the whole first half of the interview. But still, I was confident I could impress him.
We had been talking for maybe fifteen minutes about my qualifications and experience, Mr. Romero had also asked if I was able to work overtime on the weekends as needed, which wasn't a problem for me. After that he picked up his mug.
"Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Daniels, I need a refill." He stood up and made his way over to a small table in the back corner of the office that had a personal coffee machine for him to use. As he stood up and walked away from me I couldn't help but notice his massive cheeks. His ass was broad and fat, jiggling a little as he walked. It looked like the man had two beach balls stuffed down the back of his pants. I was so enthralled by his massive rump that I didn't even notice Mr. Romero looking over his shoulder at me. The second I saw his eye I looked away, immediately mortified that I had been caught. Good luck getting the job now! How could I have been so stupid? Still, in spite of my embarrassment, I swore I almost saw a hint of mischief in the way he looked at me.
Mr. Romero returned to his seat with his fresh cup of coffee. My ears felt hot. But he didn't say anything about my voyeurism, instead jumping right back into the interview where we left off. We talked a bit more about what would be expected of me if I got the job. After a few minutes he paused and took a deep sip from his coffee mug.
He sighed loudly. "That hits the spot," He said. Then, without warning, a deep rumbling *Bbbbbrrrrrrrrlrlrlrlrl* exploded against the CEO's plush office chair cushion. Immediately, my heart rate quickened. I had a huge fart fetish, and watching this godly specimen of a man rip ass with no hesitation made me feel flush. I subtly crossed my ankles, hoping to compress the rising boner I was getting and prevent it from tenting my slacks. I could feel heat rising in my ears again.
Mr. Romero just smirked at me and said, "My apologies, how terribly rude of me." I quickly mumbled back "No, it's fine, it happens..." before trailing off a bit. I tried to avoid Mr. Romero's dark eyes, it felt like he was looking right through me. He still had that smirk on his face, as if amused by some joke I was missing. He cleared his throat.
"Well, Jason, I'm happy to tell you I think you're a great candidate for the position." My eyes lit up and I finally met Mr. Romero's gaze again. I went to thank him but he held up a hand. "However, before I officially hire you, I'd like you to come in tomorrow for a sort of trial run. We can also use it as an opportunity for you to get all the necessary paperwork filled out with HR. But you'll get to see what being my assistant is really like, and if all goes well, the job is yours." He gave me a big, warm smile and stuck out his hand for me to shake. I shook it, thanking him profusely for the opportunity. He kept smiling at me, and I thought for a second I saw that same mischievous glint in his eye.
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I woke up early the next morning. It was a Friday, so if the trial run went well I'd have the weekend to prepare for the new position. I put on a pair of dark gray slacks and a nice button-up shirt, with a nice vest over the top. I fixed my hair, grabbed a granola bar for breakfast, and headed in for work.
When I arrived at my new boss's office I saw he was already at his desk. "Good morning, Mr. Romero," I said. "I hope I'm not late."
"Not at all, no need to worry. I just like to get here about a half hour ahead of the day to get my desk in order." He smiled at me, the same warm smile as the day before. "Oh, and since we're going to be colleagues, feel free to call me Manuel."
The first hour or so of my work day was taken up with HR paperwork, but once that was cleared I got to work properly. Manuel had set up a desk for me in his office, to the right of his own desk and facing the left-hand wall. This means we could see each other but also had some privacy for our computer monitors as we worked. The day was progressing mostly uneventfully. But then, as I was in the middle of referencing some expense reports, I heard it.
PHhhhBRRRRRLRLRLRlrlrlrlr
A bassy, ten second long fart came rumbling from behind Manuel's desk. I immediately felt my cock hardening. Without even thinking, I glanced over at Manuel and found him already staring at me. I looked away as quickly as I could, hoping beyond hope that my blushing cheeks wouldn't betray me.
Without warning another deep fart sounded. Brrrrrrrpt! I decided not to even risk looking this time. But I could feel my boss's eyes on me, almost like he wanted me to react. Instead I tried my best to focus on my work. I was grateful for the desk that blocked his view of my tenting pants. When I heard Manuel resume typing, I glanced back at him one last time. He seemed mostly unphased, save for the tiniest hint of a smile lingering on his face.
The next two hours were punctuated by a rhythm of loud and rumbling butt blasts. Every ten or so minutes, a new bassy bomb would drop, and I was forced to try my best to ignore it. The near constant bombardment kept my dick aching all through the morning hours. Mercifully, noon arrived, and Manuel and I took lunch. My boss mentioned he might be back late, and gave me a few small tasks to take care of if I got back before him.
True to his prediction, I got back to the office before Manuel, so I started back on my work. Before long though, he was walking through the office door with a folder in hand. He dropped it off with me, explaining the contents and what reports he needed me to compile. I gave him a quick nod and an affirmative as he turned to walk behind my desk towards his own.
Suddenly I felt something soft, warm, and large pressing into the back of my head. Tan pants fabric filled out by two beach-ball shaped cheeks pressed itself against my neck and wrapped itself around the sides of my face. I could smell the musk radiating off of Manuel's fat ass, sweaty from the day's work. I stiffened involuntarily, letting Manuel push his ass even more firmly against my head. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I felt his ass tense.
BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPT!
I startled a bit, then coughed as a meaty stench overwhelmed me. His fart smelled strong and acrid, and it was like the stink clung to the inside of my nostrils. The smell was hellish, but my cock was in heaven.
"Phew," Manuel let out a long sigh of relief, removing his ass from the back of my head. "I had been holding that one in way too long. Thanks, Jason." He clapped a hand on my shoulder and gave me a friendly shake, which helped bring me out of my stupor. Then he returned to his desk and started working again as if nothing had happened. I just kept staring at him for a while, wondering if I should say something. My cock was still solid as a brick. Eventually he noticed me looking at him, dumbfounded. "Carry on Jason, don't let your work get away from you."
With that he returned his work, and I did my best to return to mine.
The rest of the workday continued as if nothing happened. Manuel kept letting loose bassy farts into his office chair every fifteen minutes or so. This time each one was punctuated by an exaggerated, moaning sigh of relief from my boss. It felt almost like he was intentionally trying to tease me, to make sure I noticed his prolific gas. Not like I could have possibly missed them with how loud they were. And they stunk too. The smell was much more noticeable after lunch, even all the way at my desk. Finally five o' clock rolled around. I hurriedly started packing up to leave when Manuel motioned for me to sit in the chair opposite the front of his desk.
Manuel got up out of his chair and came around to the front of the desk, standing in front of me, leaning back and sitting his copious ass on the edge of the desk. He towered over me. I wanted to stare straight ahead, but I was currently eye level with his crotch, so instead I looked up at his face. I didn't know what to expect.
"Well, Jason, I think this trial run was a success. You're certainly more than capable of being my assistant." I was overjoyed to hear this, but I felt like there was more he wanted to say, so I held my tongue and just smiled.
He continued. "Now, there's another part of the job we should address. I have certain...digestion issues, as you may have noticed. And what's more, I enjoy blowing off a little steam from time to time at someone else's expense. Like I did to you earlier when I got back from lunch. So with the combination of noise and smell disruptions, and my own mischief making behavior, it can make it hard to find an assistant who can keep up with all that."
He was looking very intently at me now, and I was trying not to meet his gaze. "Oh, well, I mean, I didn't mind it too much, it was only a little distracting but it's--"
BBBRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrpt!
The thunderous fart cut me off mid ramble. I could feel myself blushing. The smell was intense, the source only a few feet away from me.
Manuel started speaking again. "Listen, Jason, you don't need to be bashful with me. I noticed yesterday your...interest, in my special talent. I mean your pants are making that clear right now." He pointed at my crotch, which had tented embarrassingly. I quickly folded my hands over the offending hump, feeling the blushing worsen.
He got up from the desk and stood directly in front of me. Even standing up Manuel was a towering 6'4 while I was a mere 5'11. But with me sitting in the chair below him, his impressive frame was even more massive.
"I'd like to offer you the job. You have no obligation to take it, but if you do take the position I can promise you'll be paid quite a bit more than the job listing offered. That listing didn't account for this 'extra work,' shall we say. Not to mention, you'll get plenty of daily perks." He flashed me a smile at that and let loose another bubbly fart, this one abrupt and wet. The smell made me cough, which earned me a chuckle from my boss.
Could this really be happening? A well paying job with great benefits, easy work I was familiar with, and on top of that my boss is a smokeshow who wants to indulge my fart fetish every day at work. It honestly felt too good to be true, like somehow I was being tricked.
Manuel must have sensed my hesitation. "Here, why don't you take the weekend to mull it over. I realize it's a big ask in a lot of ways, so just let me know your decision by the end of the day on Monday." He stuck out his hand for me to shake it. I took it, and he grasped my hand firmly, giving it a good shake. But then he didn't let go of my hand. "And one more thing, I wanted to give you a little taste of what you can expect if you do say yes."
Gripping my hand he yanked me forward right as he swiftly turned around. I faceplanted into his huge butt, getting a good whiff of his heavy musk, strong after a full day of his ass trapped in these slacks. Part of me wanted to tear his slacks off and bury my face in his bare ass, but overall I was too stunned to act. I felt his ass sit back on me, pushing my back into the chair, and smothering my face in warm fabric. Right when my breathing started to get labored from the weight, he stopped pressing down. I was completely pinned under his ass, and it all happened in maybe ten seconds.
I heard Manuel's voice, slightly muffled by his ass pressing down on me, say, "You know Jason, believe it or not, I've actually been holding back all day." After that terrifying statement, I felt his ass tense.
FWOOOOOOUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH
A massive, ten second long gas bomb exploded directly on my face. It hit my nose first, sending shots of toxic, sulfurous stink up into my sinuses. I immediately started gagging and coughing, which was a big mistake. Opening my mouth, the rest of the rancid meaty fart flooded down my throat. I could taste the stink on the back of my tongue. My face was hot and sweating. My cock couldn't take any more. I shot my load right there in my pants.
When Manuel got up off of me and turned to look at me, I heard a peel of laughter escape him. Not cruel or mocking, but more of a genuine shocked sort of laughter. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you so bad Jason, sorry bud." He clapped me on the shoulder in his friendly way. Looking down I could see what must have sparked his laugh, a very obvious wet stain on my slacks.
"Hey, feel free to use the executive bathroom to get yourself cleaned up before you head home. I hope I hear from you by Monday, Jason." He was beaming. In spite of what just happened to me, I was smiling back at him too.
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I got cleaned up in the extremely nice executive bathroom, grabbed me things, and went back home to my apartment. When I got home it was late. I fell into bed, thinking about how my day had gone.
Was I really going to take the job? A great salary with full benefits, doing work I was already comfortable with, and all at the price of letting my hot boss fart on my face whenever he wants. A part of me was apprehensive. Even normally, Manuel would hold a lot of power over my as my boss. Trusting him with this kind of sexual secret in a work setting definitely didn't feel 100% appropriate. On the other hand, he hadn't pressured me at all, even assured me there were no hard feelings if I didn't take the job. I'd just have to weigh the risk that Manuel could turn out to be manipulative.
Stupidly my dick jumped in my pants at the thought of my hot boss manipulating me into being his fart slave. As much as I knew it was wrong, there was a part of me that found it so sexy!
I made my decision. I resolved to call Manuel tomorrow and accept his offer. For better or worse, I was about to become my boss's personal assistant and personal fart cushion.
"Fuck yeh" was all I said as I fell to my knees behind my husband. I'd told him about my fart fetish years ago and although not his thing he promised to satisfy my needs on special occasions. Every year at Christmas he put on his "Santa" outfit hat id bought him on our first Christmas together, which had long become too small for his growing ass, and blasted my face.
The best thing about it is at the end of it, when I was near comatosed, dehydrated from jacking it until multiple orgasms, he would take them off and seal them away until next year. For 10 years he'd farted none stop in those underwear for hours at a time. Never once had they been washed. Fuck I couldn't wait to smell them again next Christmas!
"Don't pout babe, I know you don't want to go to this party, but we're not staying in for New Year's Eve. Tell you what, since you can't kiss my ass at midnight in front of everyone, you can come have a New Year's kiss with it now. I know it wants to give you a kiss...
PPPpppprrrrrRRRRBbbbb
...there you go. Oh, I think it's saying something...
Ppbbtt ppbbpp PPPRRRBBBB
...it said 'Happy New Year!'. Now go get ready, and better shower again, you fucking stink".
📷: Alecthearies
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL. I HOPE 2026 IS FILLED WITH ALL THE FARTS, FEET AND FUNK YOU CRAVE!
"Look mate you're the one that followed me in to this cubicle to score some drugs. You're in no place to judge me. Now, if you want them you'll do as I fucking say. Get back there and wrap your lips around my thong and suck the shit and farts from the strap. Oh, speaking of which.
Pppffttt
They're you go, nice and fresh for you. Now come on, before the cocaine goes up your nose, my farts will"
"Hey, Pigs. Look how sweaty my underwear got at the gym today. I can feel that sweat patch. Fuck that's a swampy ass. Which one of you wants the honour of owning them. Let the bidding begin"
This story is set in an alternate universe in which upon reaching the age of 18, in all boys schools, the boys are separated from the fags. The boys begin their journey into manhood. They are taught about faggots and how to use them to maximize their own masculinity. The straight boys are taught that the primary purpose of a faggots existence is to inhale straight men’s farts. Faggots are fake men; sissies, homos, and queers. They are beneath straight men and are to be used only to serve the straight man. Heterosexual men are taught that farting in a faggots face is a way to boost testosterone and to assert masculine dominance. Besides that, straight guys have come to use faggots for entertainment purposes as well, such as having a fart sniffer for a farting contest on a boys night out. All straight men can agree that no matter how progressive society gets on LGBT issues, there’s nothing funnier and more masculine than a straight man blasting a faggots nostrils with a rippling fart. While the straight guys are being taught how to properly dominate faggots with their stink and farts, the faggots will be taught how to be effective fart slaves by a merciless headmaster known only as Alpha. Alpha is a hyper-masculine heterosexual man with homophobic tendencies and bad gas, a former pro-athlete who is notorious for his fart-based bullying.
The protagonist of this story is James. He is an 18 year old faggot who is, unbeknownst to him, about to begin his fart-sniffing orientation.
As James arrives to his all-boys school, he is swiftly whisked off to the basement of the school and thrown into a large empty room with all the other faggots in the school. The only noticeable feature about the room is that there are multiple air vents in every corner of the room. James and the other faggots were locked in this room by two male security guards. The male security guards order James and the others to get on their hands and knees and wait for their new headmaster to arrive. The only information they were given was that their lives were about to change forever and that the headmaster will arrive shortly to explain everything. James and the others pace around anxiously as they await to see what is about to happen to them. Suddenly the door to the room bursts open, and a very large man dressed formally enters the room. Immediately he is emanating an aura of dominance, masculinity, and intimidation. He is absolutely shredded, with his large muscles nearly popping out of his buttoned up dress shirt, which is tucked into a pair of black dress pants. James can’t help but notice the size of his ass. It’s the biggest ass he’s ever seen, his two round ass cheeks barely contained by his pants. Two muscular security guards follow behind the intimidating man. The ridiculously buff man scans the room, observing all of the fragile feminine young men on their hands and knees before him. James and all the others wait anxiously for the man to speak.
“Alright faggots!”” The man’s deep booming voice startles James as he jumps. “Let’s make one thing clear right off the bat” the intimidating man address to the classroom full of faggots before him “You exist only to serve MEN, as in red blooded pussy-loving, STRAIGHT MEN, you are FAGGOTS not men. That means you’ll be sniffing our farts and burps, used as a rag for our sweaty armpits and asscracks, and overall doing whatever the fuck we tell you to do” James’ jaw drops at the man’s blatant display of homophobia and the insane things he is saying. This can’t be happening.
“You may be shocked to hear this, but this school is funded by the government and they believe that keeping fags like you all in line and teaching you your place in society is necessary for maintaining social order. Do not try to resist. This is your biological purpose on this earth. My job here is to whip you faggots into proper shape to become effective fart slaves. You will address me only as Alpha. And you will obey me.”
James is shell shocked. He looks around the room to see everyone else has a similar expression on their face. He notices one boy raise his hand. “This is insane!! You can’t do this!!” The brave faggot protests. Alpha begins approaching the faggot without responding.
The faggot continues blabbing it’s mouth, “We have rights you know! LGBT rights are acknowledged around th-“ The faggot’s annoying preaching is cut short when Alpha large masculine hand grapples the faggots entire head. He swivels his hips slightly, pointing his ass towards the faggot’s face and cocked his leg in preparation. mercilessly, the queer’s face is shoved directly into his huge muscled straight-man butt. Alpha doesn’t hold back as he drills a short but potent “wet n’ bubbly” directly into the homo’s nostrils. “That’s what I think about your LXQRT rights” Alpha says mockingly as he looks down at the faggots face squirming in his putrid smelling ass, his thin muscle-less arms pathetically flailing and trying to fight back to no avail. Alpha releases the faggot from his ass, it dry heaves. “And that was with pants on” Alpha chuckles and grins with pride at the faggot gagging from the stench unleashed straight up his nose. “Speak when spoken too, faggot!” Alpha yells at the teary-eyed homo. Alpha was chosen as instructor for this crucial process due to his renowned noxious farts and strong masculine energy capable of dominating multiple faggots at a time.
“Let this be a lesson to the rest of you worthless faggots!” Alpha addresses the room of fart-sniffers. “Know your place or there will be punishments” Alpha continues while walking down the aisle of faggots on all fours, leaving them at eye-level with Alpha’s thick masculine ass, the faggots could smell his ass-musk as he walked by them, leaving a few “presents” for the queers as he walked by. Usually silent but deadly so the faggots behind him would gag and sometimes fall as he walked past them. “Any questions?” Alpha asks the class. A twiggy fag to the right of Alpha raises its hand, Alpha quickly points his ass in the defenceless queer’s face and blasts an obnoxiously loud fart that blows the faggots hair back. “Great” Alpha concludes, not bothering to look back at the faggot he just ass-blasted to see if it was okay as he walks to the front of the classroom.
“Each of you will be assigned a heterosexual to serve, later this week, your heterosexual superiors will arrive to try you out, blast a few farts up your pathetic noses and see which faggots they prefer...then a decision is made by the council and you are to serve your heterosexual superior until further notice.” Tears begin to well up in James’ eyes as he realizes this is legit and there’s nothing he can do about it. Alpha and all of his security guards dwarf James and all the others in size, they could easily overpower every faggot in the room and do god knows what to them. “You will remain in this room for the next several hours as we prepare your sleeping situation.” Alpha informs the devastated queers on the knees in front of him. “Guards! Open up the vents” Alpha turns around and begins to exit the room. His enormous ass jiggling slightly with each step. The security guards move to the corners of the room and open up the vents and quickly step back and exit the room immediately. James notices a very faint greenish/brownish haze seeping out of the vents. James’ nose has a few seconds of peace before it hits him. An extremely strong stench hits James like a truck. James and the other faggots almost immediately realize what’s happening. Their heterosexual peer’s farts are being ventilated through an air system into the sealed room containing the faggots. James and other faggots gag on the repulsive eggy stench penetrating their sinuses, as they are forced to inhale nothing but rank straight boy ass fumes. Their eyes well up as they all begin to cough and panic, banging on the door to no avail. This process is done to prepare the faggots for what is to come and to acclimatize them into their inevitable futures, also just for shits and gigs, nothing like watching faggots squirm and squeal as their noses are pounded with straight dude farts.
After hours marinating in the stink, the security guards enter the room again in gas masks. They head straight to the vents and close them, then removing their masks now that it’s safe for them. James and the others are so weak from inhaling straight boy gas for hours that they have no energy to resist or fight back. One of the security guards addresses the queers, “alright faggots, we’ve graciously set up your sleeping areas, we will now be escorting you there, don’t bother fighting back, you’re all to weak compared to us anyways.” The security guards aggressively herd up the faggots and escort them out of the stench-filled room and towards where they will be sleeping for the foreseeable future. As the security guards escort them they shameless blow farts into their faces, it’s completely normal to them.
The room they’re sleeping in is filled with bunk beds, and large speakers in each corner of the room. James notices each bed has a gas mask next to it with a tube that connects to the ceiling. One of the security guard explains what the mask is for. “Alright faggots, you’re gonna be wearing these masks all night while you sleep, and what is being pumped through those tubes you ask? A constant stream of straight dude gas.” The guard laughs gleefully. “Our goal is to have you inhale as much heterosexual gas as you possibly can during your time here. These masks will be secured to your face so that you cannot remove them. Each mask corresponds to one of your heterosexual superiors, you can see whose farts you’ll be inhaling on the label of the mask. The speakers in the corner will be playing an audio recording of Alpha proving you queers with some psychological conditioning. Now let’s get you fags in bed.”
The guards guide each queer to their respective bed. James is roughly grabbed by the back of his neck and shoved into his bed. James looks at his gas mask and notices his label says “ETHAN.” James knows who Ethan is. He was an immature homophobic bully in James’ class, he loved to pick on James in the most childish ways. The guard aggressively straps the mask on to James face. “Enjoy, faggot” the guard whispers in James’ ear. Immediately James’ sinuses are flooded with a cheesy stench, james can tell exactly what Ethan ate today...a egg sandwich for breakfast...beans for lunch...and cabbage rolls for dinner, he must’ve known James had his mask tonight, he’s farting like a beast. The overhead speakers turn on for their nightly psychological conditioning. The faggots drift off to sleep to the sound of verbal degradation. “This is where you belong, faggot” James listens to the overhead announcements as Ethan’s farts continue to wreck havoc on James’ nostrils. “Youre nothing but a worthless fart-sniffer” One of Ethan’s farts is particularly potent and burns James’s nostril hair and eyelashes with its reek of rotten eggs and spoiled milk. James groans in humiliation, he can just imagine Ethan,laughing at him now as he gags of his straight-boy gas.
I’m talking to a man throwing a music festival, and he’s asking me if i’d like to be at a booth in the area where you buy beer, where people could pay either, $5 to burp in my face, $10 to burp in my mouth, $10 to fart in my face, or $15 to fart in my mouth, or $20 to Rikishi Stinkface me for a full minute, and the money would go to charity. The booth would be in the beer area so you can only imagine how many drunk guys would see that and line up
The update on this: the guy planning the music festival finds this hilarious and said he already has 20 full grown men who said they’d donate to burp and fart in my face, he’s just seeing if the people help fund it will find it hilarious 💀, and he wants to add another level of something nasty to do to me fir $50 anyone have ideas? If it happens i’ll be “working” for 6 hours
When your gym crush invited you to a party he was throwing that evening you were ecstatic. You weren't even able tocplay it cool, instead eagerly accepting.
He smiled at your enthusiasm and told you to be there for 19:00, and gave you his address.
Not only were you going to get to spend time with the guy you would secretly check out, but he said it was going to be attended by other guys from the gym so you figured it'd be a good chance to befriend them. Maybe get some tips on how they got in such great shape.
*
You rocked up on time, you thought of being fashionably late after seeming too eager earlier. Butdidn't want to risk looking rude,
He opened the door with a smile when he saw it was you
"Great you're here, come on in"
You entered his home, trying to make friendlyconversation as you kicked off your shoes. Listeningout you couldn't hear any music or any chatter.
"Am I the first to arrive?" It'd be a bit awkward, but at least you could meet each person as they came.
"Yeh, needed to get you in position before my guests arrived".
You paused, confused. "I'm sorry, what do you mean get me in position...and you mean 'other' guests?""
"What? No, mate. This is for my mates at the gym, you know, real builders. Not little guys like you. I mean other than you perving on me we have like no interaction. I invited you here to do us a service."
The amount of revelation stunned you. The admission he knew you oggled him, on top of the insults.
"What service?"
"Here let me show you".
He opened the door to a cupboard under the stairs,and gestured for you to take a look. Leaning in you could see that inside was a large cut out space. Big enough to stand on the end nearest the door, and on the other end, space to sit/kneel. What was more concerning was on the low end there was what looked to be a collar chained to the wall.
It was at this moment you were very aware of the muscular man stood behind you. Blocking your exit.A man you knew nothing about and willingly had entered his home.
"See we get together a lot and we learned early that when you get a lot of gym bros together there's a rather unpleasant smely issue. You know what it's like with all that protein. Wreaks havock on our guts and the farts are toxic. You can only hold them in for so long before it becomes uncomfortable. So for everyone to be able to party in comfort, but not stink out the place, we came up with a solution. The Fart Room".
Using his imposing size he started to push you into the cupboard.
We get some eager little guy from the gym, invite them round and put them in here. As the night goes on people need to use this room more and more.Y'know, the build up of protein shakes, broccoli and chicken diets and the beers at the party. They come in, let rip, and that nights recruit sniffs it all up".
By now you're fully in the room, being slowly pushed further back. You had to start crouching to avoid the ceiling.
"That's sick! Just go outside".
He rolled his eyes, annoyed at you wasting time. It's cold outside, can't keep opening doors to fart, everyone would freeze. Come the summer, we're all out there and don't want the wind blowing our wind back at us. This solution works all year round"
"Then just fart in here without a victim!" At this point your head smacked into the ceiling, the pain forcing you to drop down to your knees, where he loomed over you.
"Sorry, can't. The smell builds up and by the end we stink when we leave having marinated in it, and the gas escapes when you open the door. That's where you come in. You'll breathe it all up. It's better if you take it right from the source, to avoid it lingering. Best you do a good job from the start as well; as we get more drunk, we get a bit more aggressive with making sure we don't smell it; and will force your face in our cracks. He leaned down, reaching past you and picked up the collar.
"Sometimes people arent willing or try to escape. That's where this comes in". He held the collar to your face. "Will you need it? Or are you one of those fags that get off on this?"
"Please, l just want to go home".
"I don't care. Look, alone I can overpower you and chain you up. If you make me do that, l'l tell each guy to not go easy on you, and they 'll be rough. We're talking aggressively roided up blokes only too happy to let off some steam. Once the lock goes on you'll be at their mercy. So I would suggest you choose this". With that he unbuckled the collar and without protest put it tight around your neck.
"That's a good little fart filter. Now let's practice before the party starts".
He stands up, turns around, and lowers his shorts revealing his large muscular cheeks. Immediately you're hit with a sour pungent smell. Clearly if he did shower after the gym that day, he skipped cleaning his ass. Gently pivoting his hips his ass jutted out, inches from your face. Inviting you to come closer. You leaned in and as you felt his warm skin you were hit by the first fart.
BBBBBMMMMFFFF
It was quick, but loud and deep. The smell was as bad as he'd warned. You could smell the veggies he'd been eating. The surprise and stink made you instinctively pull away. Causing you to hit your head again in the tight space you were crouched in.
"Best get used to it, or if you keep flinching like that you'll leave here with brain damage. Though then again, maybe wouldn't be a bad thing, hit your head enough maybe you'll get amnesia and this can become a permanent set up. Would faggy like that?" He laughed as he wriggled his ass in front of you.
You didn't answer, so to fill the silence he let out a long rip.
BBBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPPP
"Sniff that up, quickly, I'm getting a hint of it up here"
To avoid any repercussions you leant back forward and sniffed the air vigorously. Reaching as far as the tight chain would allow you to reach, the collar strangling you for the effort.
"That's better, I think you get your job. Oh, and you may have wondered about the towel hanging here. Well, sometimes the farts get a bit. ..wet. We try not to judge each other, these supplements can do all sorts to your body. So if a guy sharts a bit, just wait until he's finished and when he's gone wipe your face ready for the next visitor"
As if knowing you were about to try one more time to object and plead to be released, he let out a final fart into your open mouth. As you coughed and spluttered, trying not to focus on the taste on your tongue, there was a knock at the door.
"Oh, here we go! See you later Sniffer!"
And he left, closing the door.
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