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[hushsubtlefury]

Your roommate using you as a fart cushion turns into something more...

Imagine

They're grinding their ass along your face, moaning loudly.

The farts just keep going down your throat.

Getting stinkier, getting wetter.

It almost sounds like a warning.

You desperately tap their thigh but they aren't letting up.

"Ah, shit."

They fart but something more sputtered out, a shart simply.

They place a hand on their stomach. "I really don't know how you're holding up. Might need to go real soon."

The thing is, you're not holding up. They don't seem to care, testing your limits like crazy.

You feel more of their weight lying on top of you.

Great, they're getting comfortable.

However before you can do anything, they let out another fart down your throat.

The smell wavering as you begin to gag. You then hear their stomach gurgle, you feel them tense up.

"Better open wide for this one."

Before they could say anymore, they started to force a log out their hole and down your throat.

[emoboypanties]

I'm not a scat blog by any stretch of the term, nor have I ever been vaguely into it. Butt,, I had a very soft human toilet paper fantasy.

Gross dom bf who gets as rank as he can to bully you with his farts, pits, feet etc. He knows how much you like being humiliated and used. You live together and, one day, you run out of toilet paper, which he only notices after he's taken a dump. So how does gross dom bf wipe his ass? What's he going to rub against his rancid, dirty hole to clean it?

So then maybe he just so happens to keep promising you he'll get some more tp the next day, then the day after and so on, saying that your tongue is just softer than the rolls. He'll stop you in the middle of whatever you're doing, grab your face, and shove you into his ass, acting as if this is completely normal and making one-sided conversation with you.

Idk >/////< human toilet paper has never been much of an interest either. It's something that I wouldn't ask for, but if I was forced to do it, I mean...

[mastersfootrest]

Losing Everything Beneath Ted’s Feet

“Ugh, today was just so exhausting, I think I need a break, man.” I sighed, walking next to the couch.

My sincere declaration was met with the deep, boisterous laughter of my roommate, Ted. “Naw man, you’re just pussin’ out ‘cause you know you’re about to get fucking tanked dude!”

Scoffing, I shrugged off his accusation. “I win like nine times out of ten! I don’t even think you believe that!”

“There’s something in the air, dude. I was feeling it at work today. It was like I could lift anything I needed to without any struggle. I just know I’m gonna do the same to you… if you don’t puss out that is.” His voice was stern and strong. Defiant to all resistance.

“We game like all the time,” I tried to reason, “why does it have to be tonight? We can just do this tomorrow, right?”

“Naw, man,” he shook his head. “I wanna run on this high. How ‘bout we make this interesting. I know you didn’t hang out with the guys in college, but we have a lot of ways of making games more interesting. We’ll change it up, make it more fun. Something worthwhile for you.”

“Ignoring whatever that jab was…” I rolled my eyes, “What are some of these ideas?”

“We could bet money, though that’s always the most boring option.”

“Dude, we barely make enough to have any sort of fun money. What else is there.” “Good, I didn’t want to do that shit either,” he agreed. “We’d also make bets where the loser had to do whatever the winner said.” He started howling to himself. “There was one time where a friend of ours, Eli, kept fucking losing! Hahaha, eventually Stan just got sick of it, and made a bet that if Eli lost he had to be his slave for a week. Fuck, dude! Eli’s face when he fucking lost, and lost hard. It was fucking hilarious.” He paused for a moment and then made a face like he had an epiphany before chuckling to himself.

“Dude, what?” I inquired, quizzically staring at him losing it all on his own.

“I forgot, Eli came out a few years after we all graduated. Fuck… you know… he probably fucking lost that shit on purpose! I heard some of the sick shit Stan made him do that week… it makes sense he ended up being a fag—“ He stopped himself before he finished, looking at me sheepishly. “Heh, sorry man, I almost forgot myself for a minute. I know you don’t like hearing that word, ‘specially out of a straight man like me.”

I was taken aback by how Ted was just talking and could only slowly nod. Seeing that he wasn’t really reprimanded, he concluded, “You just should have seen it, man. If you were there, it would have made sense. If there was ever a time to use that word, looking back now, it was then!”

Nervously laughing, I just tried to move the conversation along. “Aaaanyway, let’s rule that out for now, any others?”

“Well, we also used to have the losers take shots. That was always funny since they’d just get worse and worse and end up wasted by the end. But you don’t drink, so that just leaves the last option.” He paused before a wicked grin spread across his face.

“What is it, man?” I leaned in expectantly.

He leaned forward in turn and I could feel his hot breath, thick with the scent of his beer spread across my face. “Strip betting. Loser takes off a piece of clothing. Keep going ‘till they’re naked… or more.” He had a shit eating grin with the last addition, a statement and a grin I didn’t understand in this moment.

“I don’t really know what you mean by more, but how does this entice me?”

“C’mon, bro. You don’t have to play coy. I know you’d probably love to see me strip off my clothes. ‘Specially after a long day, see the sweat glisten on this skin. Just try and tell me you’re not down for this shit.”

Now Ted was definitely a handsome guy. Really the embodiment of being a MAN, at least in the traditional sense. He had big everything. Big legs, big feet, big arms, a big belly. Yet you could tell underneath it all was this dense muscle. People would sometimes laugh seeing us as roommates considering the difference between us. I did try to workout, but mainly so I could have a big butt and eat a little treat every now and then. Compared to him, I was practically twink-ish despite not looking as thin or malnourished as many twinks do. But that’s just what happens when you have a hulking man standing beside you. And Ted’s features were all highlighted by a rugged, but clean and even, in some ways, cute face. He had a baby face that finally adultified and just became handsome and strong.

So, honestly, I couldn’t lie, thinking about seeing him naked wasn’t an unattractive proposition. But also, Ted was straight as a door nail. What would I really gain from getting this man to strip? An amplified undying lust for a man I could never have? Pass. I was getting ready to turn down the idea when he spoke back up.

“Spending an awfully long time thinking about it, huh, dude? It’s all right, I bet you’re just having to think about a good excuse for why you could turn me down when you know you wanna see this all exposed.”

I turned beet red and started stuttering trying to deny the accusation.

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted, “It’s all right, why don’t we just play a few games and you can see how much fun you’re having. After two or three rounds, if you still wanna call it quits, we can. Sound fair?”

Honestly, at this point I felt exhausted. Going along with what he wants just felt like the easier option.

“Sure,” I reasoned, “we can play a few rounds, see how it goes.”

With that shit eating grin returning to his face, he exclaimed in victory, “Atta boy! Hope you’re ready to taste defeat again and again!”

-

After putting my work things away, I came back into the living room and sat on the couch beside Ted. He had also recently come home and was still in his work clothes. As a construction worker, this meant he had on some thick jeans, heavy boots, and two layers of shirts, one long-sleeve undershirt and a thick zip up coat. I glanced over his attire and exclaimed, “Hey! That’s not fair. You have on more than me. You even still have on your boots! That’s gotta be cheating.”

“Heh, that’s just the way the game works, Lev, my boy. It’s whatever you’re wearing at the time. So don’t even think about going to put on more shit. ‘Sides, I had these boots on because as much as it’d feel better to have ‘em off, we were working hard today and it was a warm one for us. I was trying not to stink up the place too much.”

I looked down at his boots and shuddered. Ted and I moved in together toward the end of Fall and it was now starting to get to be late Spring and warming up. For the most part, he’d always commented how nice it was that we’d had such cold weather since it kept him cooled. But today had been pretty hot in comparison. The first day in the 60’s after months of anything barely above 40’s. Maybe he was doing us a favor…

But as I heard the upbeat music of the first game kick in, I turned my attention to the game and locked in. We played three different games: a kart racer, a fighting game, and a free-for-all game where you tried to survive being knocked out in mini games. As much as it’d be a little tedious switching between, we loved the change of pace and it helped us to never get bored.

I was better than Ted at almost all of them. The first two were easy to master through playing often, but the last involved too many unknowns with online players. That’s what made it almost more fun, but also the hardest to rely on. I felt confident though that I could make it out the winner even if he consistently won in the third game.

The discrepancy in our skill levels was only made more apparent once we actually started. As exhausted as I was, I was still able to maintain first for all of the races, while he sat comfortably in second, never really coming near me.

“See, Ted, I don’t really see how you think this is going to work in your favor.” I tried to reason with him once more.

Grunting, he just untied his laces and pried off a heavy boot. “There’s plenty of time left to come in from behind. Hehe, I’m often coming from behind if you know what I mean.” He snickered to himself as we switched to the fighting game.

I rolled my eyes as my nose twitched slightly. He wasn’t lying about keeping those boots on. That’s when I noticed he still had one of them on!

“Hey, don’t you need to take that other boot off!”

“Ahhh, see, it’s just one article of clothing, Lev. I took one off, didn’t I?”

Exasperated, I once again felt it would just be easier to let Ted have his way. Shaking my head, I turned back to the new game on the screen and selected my character.

“See, it’s all just easier, when you let ‘ol Ted lead and you follow. Now, I’m about to beat your pansy ass.” He laughed to himself.

Ted did not, in fact, beat my pansy ass. But… He came a lot closer than he has before.

“Damn! I really am better at this game today!” He exclaimed to himself as he began unlacing the second boot. With a loud thud, he dropped the other boot just like the first and kicked his socked feet up onto the ottoman.

We prepared to move on to the third game and as the game loaded us into the first round I noticed my nose felt like it was on fire. It took a second or two before I realized it was as if it was being pounded with a sweaty, stinky sledge hammer. I tried to hold my breath through my nose, but somehow that made it worse. It felt like I needed to breathe more, air it out more… except airing it out really only sucked in more of the dank air.

It wasn’t for a few second that I realized we’d started.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, as I rushed to try and catch up as many of the other players characters bounded across the screen ahead of me.

It was tough, but with much effort, I made it through the round and on to the next. Beside me, I heard Ted chuckling to himself about how far ahead he was and how it was time for me to be knocked down a peg.

I was determined to make it through, this would teach him a lesson and hopefully show him how dumb this was turning out to be. He was just going to end up naked in front of me!

As the round started and we had to stay alive to progress, that thought circled in my head. Ted was going to get naked in front of me. Would he really undress all the way? There was no way… right? Flashes of a thick, bushy cock at the base of his crotch flashed before my eyes and I had to squeeze them shut and open again to refocus.

I managed to just barely dodge something that threatened to knock me out, but as I jumped out of the way, I ran into a small group of other players and just as another object came flying past, someone grabbed me and together we were hit and sent off the edge, knocking us out.

“Dammit!” I yelled, excitedly. “Ugh,” I sighed as the realization of the loss hit me as Ted’s character progressed on, “I lost, fair and square.” I fessed up.

“Hell yeah you did. Now take off your shirt, bro. Loser strips.” 

I complied with his order and threw my shirt down before turning to him in confusion. “Wait, how come you get to tell me what to take off!”

Bellowing in laughter so hard, his character ended up getting knocked out and eliminated, he wiped away a tear before admitting, “I was just seeing if you’d do it. Besides… normaaaally we do let the winners decide what the losers will remove.”

Exasperated, I called him out, “You didn’t tell me that before!”

“HAH! So I bet you would have wanted to have me strip more than just my boots, huh? What, would you have told me to take my pants off? I knew you’d wanna see me naked! See pretty enticing game, huh?”

I fumbled my words trying to find some way to resist what he was saying. It wasn’t really that he was right per se. Sure, seeing Ted take his pants off would have been hot, but that wouldn’t have even been my first choice. I’d have probably said his jacket and then maybe his shirt.

“Whatever, man.” I pouted, unable to form the words properly to retort his argument. “Let’s just get back to the kart racer so I can beat your ass again.”

“We’ll see about that,” Ted taunted.

But I was locked in. After restarting the first game, I didn’t do amazingly, but I made sure to beat him every time, even if only just barely. Shit… was he getting better at this?

“So, I guess you want me to take off my pants now?” Ted sighed, but with a cocky grin on his face.

I took a second to speak before quietly demanding, “…Sock.”

“Huh? I didn’t quite catch that?” He snickered.

“Take off a sock. I’m not just gonna tell you to take your pants off!”

Giggling to himself like he’d won something, he followed through and removed his left sock, the foot closer to me. I was busy setting up the fighting game when he sneered and announced “Here’s your prize!” as he tossed the sock onto my face.

I felt the damp warm surface fall across my nose and mouth before I had time to react. Taken aback, I sharply inhaled through my nose and was assaulted by Ted’s dank foot sweat nearly from the source. Instantly I felt light-headed and slowly reached up to swipe it off my face. For a moment though, that burning sensation had stopped. Perhaps overwritten by all the other intense dysregulating scents defiling my nose. It was relief… but… but not in a good way, that couldn’t be good relief.

With the game now set up, my nose resumed twitching, itching and burning, almost more intensely now. Probably from his sock being removed. Fuck. What the hell did Ted do today?

It was a slight blur, but I selected my character and we started and I was trying to fight back, but it was much harder this time. Ted was getting so much better. We were basically even this time.

My only saving grace is that his attacks seemed sporadic and isolated. I tried my hardest to focus in just enough to plan a combo and with both of us on our last lives and close to being taken out, I sent him flying off the map.

Despite, this I felt unable to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Whooo! That was a close one, bud. You were putting up a good fight there, but I’ll for sure, have you next time.” He smirked, and playfully ran a finger across my exposed nipple sending electricity shooting through my cock.

With that it felt like I could finally take that deep inhale again as I shuddered from the sensation. Ted then crossed his right leg to face me and chuckled, “Other sock this time I take it?”

Despite my defiance and not wanting to seem like a horny perv, after all the teasing and the struggle to make it through these matches, I desperately wanted him to take off his pants. I readied to open my mouth as Ted slid a finger into the sock and prepared to peel it off.

“C’mon, bud, it’s not that hard to just tell me to peel off the other stinker.” He grunted humorously.

“Oh… yeah. Take off the other sock then, please.” I mumbled. It would just be easier to go along with what Ted wanted. Besides, he said he’d wanted to get more comfortable. Considering I’m gonna keep coming out on top, the least I could do was let him be comfortable as he lost.

“Hah, ‘Please?’ Well at least you’re learning some manners.” Ted said amused. As we went back to the third game, he stretched out his legs and crossed his feet.

I was determined to keep winning. Even as it felt like my capabilities were diminishing for some reason… maybe the exhaustion. Still, as our little characters were sent into the first mini game, I stayed laser focused on the screen. It was hard fought, but this time I made it to the final round with Ted.

This was a survival round, and per our rules, the winner doesn’t have to win the whole thing, just survive longer than the other person. Our characters stood on platforms that would disappear after a few moments and we had to keep running and jumping around to stay alive as we used up our flooring. Tier after tier of flooring disappeared until we were nearing the bottom. Both Ted and I still in it. He was one tier below me, giving me the upper hand. As I sat frozen and focused, Ted remained calm and assured of himself.

“Now don’t think you got this in the bag just because I’m closer to fallin’ out.” He crossed his right leg and leaned his head forward, bringing in his focus as well.

My nose started to twitch and burn again, inadvertently drawing my eyes down to the source. His right foot looked as though it was facing me, staring at me. The toes wiggled playfully despite Ted’s clear focus, as if demonstrating that he was still relaxed and in control beneath that facade of focus. He stretched and scrunched his foot and I had to scratch my nose to stop the burning. A half second after I did, I heard the sound of one of us being eliminated. I looked up excitedly as I saw my screen now mirroring his own, an indication that I had been the one eliminated.

“Fuck yeah!” He shouted, as excited as I had been mere moments ago. “I don’t know what the fuck got into you, but you were barely fuckin’ moving, dude!” Chuckling he taunted me further. “Finally realize you can’t win against me? I told you there was something in the air, and I’m about to dominate you, just watch and see!”

Almost as if not caring to even try anymore, Ted was eliminated himself shortly after as I sat in disbelief. I tried to shake his arrogance, but it was hard to let go of when I knew he had been getting closer and closer to winning each game, not just this one.

I was so much better than him. What the fuck was going on?!

As he started up the third round of our games, he demanded, “Pants off, now.”

Still stunned, I stood up and slowly took my pants off before dropping them next to my shirt. It wasn’t until I felt a huge, meaty hand slap my bare ass that I was brought back to reality.

“Fuck, dude! You’re fucking kinky as hell wearing a jockstrap to work! Haha, that cozy ass desk job really lets you get away with anything, huh?!”

My face now bright red, I quickly sat back down, still able to feel the sensation of Ted’s sweaty hand against my cheek. At a loss for words, I reached for a blanket to try and cover up when Ted maneuvered around and kicked my hand with a foot.

“Hey! No covering up! We’re stripping as a part of the bets, that’d defeat the purpose!”

Ted didn’t take his eyes off the screen as I tried to protest and continue pulling a blanket toward me. “Ted, come on, this is embarr—“ He moved his foot to kick away my hand again before missing and I felt a warm and sweaty, dirty sole push into my face. Once again, as the wet musk forced its way into my olfactory senses, the strange sensation with my nose died down and inadvertently released tension in my shoulders and relaxed my face.

“Hah! Whoops, didn’t mean to do that,” he feigned apologetically despite keeping his foot up against my face. “But this works too. Shut you up good, hah! Now, like I said, no covering up. If you win and get me to take off my pants, then I’ll sit right next to you just the same. I won’t have my hairy cheeks out like your smooth ass is out,” he chuckled to himself, “but I’d do it all the same.” After a pausing a second and wiggling his big, meaty toes across my face, he asked, “Do you understand? You gonna sit there bare cheeks exposed like a good boy?”

Despite feeling embarrassed and shaken, I gently nodded, almost caressing my face into his feet.

“Good. Now let’s get back into this shit so I can kick your ass some more!” He cheered, removing the huge sole from my face. I turned my attention back to the game and tried to set up a different build to try and help, but as I did, I couldn’t help but notice that discomfort return to my nose.

Switching up my build from balanced to speedy, I chose one of the thinner female racers which elicited a response from Ted.

“Heh, really leaning into them fag roots now with that pick. But we both know that’s not gonna help you. My man’s huge, like me. He’s gonna run right through and dominate you.” Ted taunted.

I was so focused on trying to win, I barely registered the individual words he said, just that he was saying he’d crush me.

“You’ve been getting destroyed at this,” I pushed back, trying to hold on to my confidence. “There’s no way you’re gonna fucking win. I can guarantee it.”

“Heh,” he grinned devilishly as our racers lined the starting point. “Fine, let’s make this interesting. Shake things up. You win, and you can have me take off two pieces of clothing.”

“You’re on! I’ll do it!—” I agreed proudly.

“Ah,” he cut me off as our racers took off down the course. “If I win, you don’t have to take off anything though, since you’re already soooo close to losing the whole damn thing.” He teased, before revealing my loss condition. “Instead, you’ll be bargaining a service. I’ll get to have you do whatever I want… for five minutes! So thanks for already agreeing!” He snickered.

To his credit, playing these games with these conditions had gotten me more invested… and as I was more invested, I was more intent to win. In a final act of defiance, I asserted, “Fine! But it’s not going to happen. I know it! So it doesn’t matter, we could bet that I do whatever you want five, ten… even, fifteen minutes, but it’s not happening!”

“HAH! You just dug your grave, little man. I know exactly what I’ll have a cocky little shit like you do for fifteen minutes, maybe it’ll teach you some humility.”

Our racers finished the first and second laps as we concluded our banter. I had been ahead of Ted for most of the race, a huge boon thanks to that speed he tried to discredit; but as we approached the halfway point of the final lap he finally pulled ahead of me.

“Heh, victory is within grasp, I can already feel your hands working my tired arches and soles.”

“What?” I questioned, distracted.

“Yeah, that’s right, when I win you’re gonna really get to experience being beneath me. Literally. Hope you enjoy getting up close and personal with my big dogs. Gonna shut that trap of yours and have you treat me like a king.”

He gloated as if his victory was assured. But I had one last chance. As we approached the end point, I was trailing behind him with a speed item. He was close to the edge of the course on his left and after taking a sharp turn, I was closer and could use my speed item to cut past him. Going to the right was safer, but I knew I could do it.

I clicked to use the item while there was still time left and shouted, “I’m not rubbing your big stinky—“ 

Then just as I got ready to pass him, his heavy-class male character rammed their kart into the kart of the light-class female character I’d chosen and sent it flying off the edge.

Not a second later, he passed the finish line in first.

“Whoo!” Ted erupted joyously, practically jumping in his seat. “What’d I tell you about playing a faggy character, dude! A man always comes out on top!” I was too stunned to speak and while I tried to find the words, I felt his big sweaty paw on the back of my neck shove me to the ground. Turning around he moved his feet on top of me, pressing my back against the ground. “Now, what was that about my feet? You said you wouldn’t rub my stinky feet? Is that anyway to talk about the man who owns you for the next fifteen minutes?” His arrogance grew ten times what it’d ever been. He was enjoying this. “I think a little bitch in your place should learn to enjoy their job. And since your job is rubbing my stinky,” he emphasized the word again, “feet, you’re not just gonna rub ‘em. Start with the right,” he demanded, shaking the foot in my face as I lifted my hands, still too stunned to do anything else but what he was telling me. “And, while you rub that one. You’re gonna be taking deeeeep whiffs of the other.” He extended his left foot into my face until it engulfed me. My head spun underneath the dank cheesy captor.

I opened up my mouth to speak, and perhaps feeling my lips brush against his feet due being pressed against them, he pushed harder, shutting me up just like he said he would. “No talking. Don’t even try to weasel out of this. You agreed. Heh, you fucking pushed it. Tripling the damn time. Bet you wish you didn’t put your damn foot in your mouth now.” He laughed as he spoke before pausing at the end. “Heh… HA! No… not yet at least. That just gave me a realllll good idea… Hahaha, I’m sure you’ll learn it soon enough, but for now, rub, bitch! I’ll tell you when to switch.”

I was unnerved by whatever his new idea was, but with my face pinned down by his foot and my senses dizzied from swimming in his musk that could only be defined as the epitome of manliness… the only thoughts that could make it through were those telling me to just go along with what Ted wanted. It was easier to just do what Ted wanted.

And so I did, exactly as he said, I took a deep, deep inhale of his foot sweat, right between the dirty toes speckled with toe jam. Above me, Ted closed his eyes and relaxed, seeming to enjoy the sensation of me inhaling his foot funk as I massaged the other foot.

Overwhelmed by the essence of Ted, my brain just… shut down. I massaged and inhaled, exhaled and massaged. My hands moving as if they had a mind of their own, which they must have because I wasn’t really thinking about what I was doing, but in the fuzzy understanding that I had, I could just barely make out them pausing and focusing on certain areas after he’d groan in pleasure from those focal points being attended to.

Eventually, he swapped feet, and this time, his right foot truly covered my entire face. Instead of placing my nose between his first two toes, it founds itself beneath his long, wide arch. Unable to see anything, I closed my eyes and continued the deep inhales while massaging his feet.

During this period, my nose, while assaulted by his scent, felt completely at ease. It made it easier to lean into this. A thought appeared, but completely subjugated beneath his feet, it never fully registered: All my discomfort and pain stops when I listen to Ted and inhale his ripe feet. That unregistered thought tickled my brain and I took deeper, fuller breaths.

After switching feet, I could just barely make out Ted moving around above me. His foot would slightly shift its weight and I’d hear the couch groan as he adjusted his position. Despite this, I just kept my eyes closed and inhaled as I massaged his feet. That was, after all, what he told me to do.

However, after another minute, he sighed, sounding slightly disappointed and removed his foot from my face. My eyes fluttered open and saw his phone angled down toward me as his foot roughly slapped the side of my face.

“Any words you have to say now, foot sniffer?”

“Huh…?” I said slowly, trying to understand what was going on, my head still spinning and subdued from his stink.

“How about a ‘Thank you, Ted?’” He jeered, pushing his big toe into my cheek.

“Th… Thank you… Ted—“ I started to say, still going along with whatever he told me. But as I spoke, I finally felt grounded again and realized what he was doing and opened my mouth to tell him to delete the recording, “Ted—“

“You’re welcome!” He shouted above my voice, “Thanking me for letting you rub my stinky, dirty feet, hah! This is too good!” He grinned to himself and ended the recording, putting his phone into his pocket.

“Ted! Delete that!” I yelled, what the fuck was he doing, he never said anything about that!

“That’s not anyway to talk to your roomie after you agreed to rub his feet.” He taunted me, riling me up. “Maybe if you say please, I’ll consider it.”

I did NOT want to listen to him any longer… but I wanted that recording deleted. Reluctantly, I grumbled out, “Please…”

“What?” Ted teased.

“Please, Ted. Please delete that recording.” I spoke up.

“Kiss my foot and maybe I’ll do it.”

“No way! I’m not kissing your dirty foot. Your time is up!” I rose from the ground.

“Fine, if you want me to delete it then beat me in another game.” He was goading me, but unable to think of another way to get him to do it, given he was much bigger and stronger than me, I acquiesced.

“Fine! You delete it and you take off two pieces of clothing.” I bargained.

“I’ll delete it if you win— nothing else— but if I win, you either take off two pieces of clothing, or you have to be my slave again. 45 minutes this time!”

“Fine!” I acquiesced, still a little tipsy on his foot stink.

I wouldn’t lose again. He was even more shit at this next game. There was no way I would lose.

After picking our characters, I went for another faster paced character whose skill centered around dodging attacks. Seeing me switch up who I selected again to a lithe androgynous male, Ted grunted a laugh once more.

“Another faggy pick.” He said, as he selected a beefy, muscular man with slight pudge, just like him. “We both know what happens when you have a real man and a fag up against one another.”

“What fucking happens, Ted?” I bit back defiantly as the game started. He immediately ran at me and predicting that I moved to dodge. But my timing was off and his character grabbed mine and threw him to the ground before stomping on him.

“The fags always end up beneath our feet!” He roared victoriously.

Frustrated and desperate I tried to avoid and dodge and get in hits where I could, but after several minutes, I was down to my last life and on the verge of being taken again while he’d only lost one and was still plenty healthy. I was dodging a lot, but wasn’t able to get many hits in. And more often than not, when I’d try he’d counter, often doing that same move of throwing me to the ground and crushing my character beneath his feet.

It was so irritating. He kept doing it. Over and over. It was like I couldn’t figure out how to see that coming. Just like I didn’t see his hand coming when he pulled me to the ground and pushed his actual feet into my face… Sweating, I nervously glanced at his feet. I… He was going to make me rub his feet again wasn’t he… or do more… I was going to lose again. No! I wouldn’t lose! I wouldn’t be under his feet!

With desperation, I launched a heavy offensive that landed and combo’d him until he was weak. My breathing picked up as I grew excited and hopeful for victory.

“Urgh, no, you don’t!” He grumbled, finally breaking free of the combo. I was caught up in it as his character recovered. I had to dodge right before he got me. I had to dodge! I moved to press the button to dodge and slick with sweat, my finger slipped and pressed the button for a light attack. “Get back under these feet!” He cried out as his character performed the heavy attack, taking priority over mine, “Where you belong!” His character did one final stop onto my character’s face before they flew out of bounds, losing me the game.

“HAH! I fucking knew today was my day! Another goddamn victory for alpha men everywhere!” He gloated in glee. “Now what am I gonna have you do…”

Freaking out and seeing flashes of his dirty feet engulfing my face again, I pleaded, “Wait— I get to choose… I… I get to choose… I’ll… I’ll…” I paused realizing what my choices were. Either let him order me which two of my remaining three clothes to take off, two socks and my jock, or let him order me to do whatever he wanted for 45 minutes.

“Yeah, what are you gonna choose,” he wondered with a shit-eating grin spread across his face. Turning toward me, he flicked my nipple again and pressed me. “Time is running out. I’ll decide if you can’t.” He counted down from ten, each second, flicking my nipple again. “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five… Four… Three… Two… One…” I couldn’t decide. His huge feet were staring at me as they rested on the ottoman, I could practically see myself sitting there, face pressed between his soles. With every flick of my nipple, he’d press further and harder—

“Well, I guess I’ll—“

“Wait— Clothes, please… Clothes, I choose clothes.” I pleaded.

“You ran outta time, boy. Why should I let you decide now?”

His words sank into my brain like a knife cutting through butter. I needed to give him something, make him want to let me follow through on this! “Because… because…” I looked down and saw my remaining, skimp attire. “Because I have three pieces of clothes left. There’ll be one more… you… you can make me do something if you win. I’ll take off the last piece of clothing and you can make me do something.”

“For how long?” He continued to apply pressure.

“An hour! You get to win and have me strip down completely and I’ll be your slave for an hour!”

“Heh, fine. And if you win, I’ll take off my coat. How about that?”

“Deal!” I agreed immediately, not wanting him to back out and completely forgetting about the recording.

“Good, now strip the jock and one sock, I don’t care which.”

“Th… The jock?” I mumbled out in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he cooed, amused with himself. “The jock. Take it off. Remember you asked for this.” His words unfroze me. I… I had asked for this. I begged him to let me choose this option. He was just getting his right to pick what I had to remove.

I slowly slipped down the jock and as it fell to the floor, I was met with snide amusement. “Hoo boy. You must have really been enjoying the thought of being down at my feet again, huh? Although, it’s really only that big hard, eh?”

I blushed looking down and seeing my dick standing at attention 3.5 inches hard. I started to move my hands when I caught myself and pulled them back. “S-sorry… I know… No covering.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Be proud of that dicklet. It suits you.” I was surprised he was being so kind, despite his certain choice wording.

“Really?” I asked naively.

“Yeahhhh, signifies to everyone else you’re a fag. Lets real men know what you are and how to treat ya! Hahaha!” His raucous laughter overshadowed any emotions I had at that response, instead only allowing me to hang on to his earlier words of being proud and how this dick suits me. I guess… I guess I’m glad it suits me. Maybe I should be glad to have a little dick.

I leaned forward to take a sock off and after pulling it off, felt his huge paw slap my ass for the second time, sending jiggles across it. “Fuck, you do have a bubble butt if I’ve ever seen one. How have I never noticed that?”

“Heh, I work it out as much as I can.” I grinned, leaning into that same pride he’d told me to feel about my small dick.

“Damn,” he mused, now pawing at it. “If you were a girl, I’d have your clit wrapped around my dick whenever I wanted. And it ain’t a tiny thing like yours. Fuck, it’d break you in two, yeah.”

“R-really?” I once again asked naively, my earlier reservations about appearing horny for my hot roommate now all disinhibited.

“Ha, yeah, 8 inches and thick,” Ted declared as he gripped it through his jeans. He… wasn’t lying. It was fucking huge. “That’s all you get for now, if you wanna see it, you have to win, understood?”

“Y-yeah… it’s still a ways off though… First it has to be your coat, like we agreed… Then it should be your shirt. Then…” I looked him over more closely as he set up the third game again. “Oh. You have a watch… does that count?”

“Hell yeah. So you’re saying it’d be my coat, then shirt, and then watch?”

“Y-yeah… oh and then you have a belt… so I guess that. Then your pants… and after all that… Then… Then I guess it would be your underwear.”

“Boxers, specifically. I don’t wear fag shit like you.” He laughed, “But all right, if that’s the order you want to go in, I’ll hold you to it then. If you can even win that many times.”

“It is so far off, huh…”

“Heh, yup. It might just be easier to lose now. Let me take my win and have you strip that last sock and own you as my slave for an hour.”

My head and thoughts had felt like they were stuck in syrup, slowed and dumbed down. But hearing him talk about the games again, I finally felt like the gears were turning again and getting unstuck.

“N-no… No. I’m gonna win. I have to keep going. I will keep going!” I proclaimed.

“Good for you little dude. You have a long ways to go and everything to lose, but it’s more fun when you have fight, am I right?” He sneered cockily.

“I’ll win this one, just watch!”

“Okay, bud, sure.” He chuckled not taking me seriously.

The game consisted of a lot of obstacle courses, thankfully the mini game mode I was better at. Fifteen minutes later we were on the second to last round. We had to climb up a set of obstacles to avoid being taken out. Ted was awful at these and after making it all the way, the entire time focusing on how I needed to win, I watched as Ted, doing his best progressed, slowly but surely, until the elimination zone caught up with him and took him out.

“YES!” I cheered excitedly. Finally feeling back in the game and recentered, I remembered the video he took. “Delete it! Delete that video! I won!”

“Heh, now yer just forgetting on purpose.” He shook his head, sliding off his coat. “Remember, we agreed, if you won then I’d take off my coat. Then you said that for the next five wins, I’d gradually strip. Little dude, you gotta win at least six more games if you want me to delete that video.”

Memories of me saying what he’d have to do if I won, and that he’d hold me to it came bubbling up. Shit!

“But like I said earlier, Lev, we can keep going as long as you want. Even if I win the strip bets, there are other things we can bet.” He smirked, clearly wanting this to go on.

“I… you have to delete that. I’ll keep going. I’ll keep fucking going. What do we bet then, huh?”

“Well, it’s what we’ve already been doing, we’d bet servitude. If you lose another round, we could keep going, but you’d have to do even more for me. And since it’s the only condition for you, it’d be much steeper at that point.” He claimed, appearing sincere.

I felt at a loss. I… I couldn’t let him keep that video. “Fine, we’ll keep going. Whatever takes to get you to delete it!”

“Hah, that’s the spirit. Now, onto round 4!”

We played the racing game yet again, and I went for the same character; however, this time I planned to play much safer.

“Oh boy, we saw what happened last time you played as the girl.” He recalled amused as the race started. “We already know I’ll break any girl and the fags who play as them. I’m ready to get that hour of service from a good little fag.” He continued to taunt.

I stayed silent, focusing in on the race and not letting his words get to me. Just don’t think about him, not in any way, shape, or form. You can do this, you can do this!

As we approached the end of the race, he was dangerously close behind me. So close that I knew he was going to get a draft and pass me. Picking the lesser of two evils in playing it safe, I swerved and watched as he threatened to pass me right at the finish line. By the time we crossed, neither of us knew who had won until a moment later when it showed that I had gotten first.

“Fuck YES!” I cheered once again. “You’re not breaking this fag!” I taunted, oblivious to the derogatory term I’d used to describe myself.

“Heh, nice job, nice job.” He admitted. “It’s not so bad losing, your character is pretty hot. It’s easy to let a woman win when she’s hot, that’s how you get them all excited before you go in for the kill and get them begging to be bouncing on your balls. Not that you’d understand that… Though, the same strategy would probably work on you, I’d assume. I don’t think you could fool anyone into thinking you’re the one doing the fucking with that tiny dicklet.” He laughed, pinching my nipple before standing up and taking off his shirt.

He sat back down and stretched his arms behind his head as the fighting game reloaded. Sitting so close to him, the vinegary stench of his pits quickly wafted into my nostrils and suddenly I became keenly aware of my surroundings again. My eyes darted to his pits, densely coated with thick fur, and trailed down his similarly hairy pecs and belly until it reached his feet. The cheesy musk suddenly burst into my sense of smell.

I felt light-headed once again as my nose twitched from the assault. I quickly chose my same twinkish character as Ted chose his same bear-like man. Shit, this would be an uphill battle.

As we dropped into the arena, I recalled the last match. Ted liked to use that one attack. He would get me under his feet and… and… he would get me under his feet and make me massage them and smell them, I thought to myself, bringing up the image of his warm, dirty soles on my face.

I tried to dodge once again when he did a ranged attack and landed right in front of him. It was too late. Locking me into that same combo, Ted laughed as his character shoved mine to the ground before stomping on him. “Came right to Daddy to get his feet in your face, eh, boy?” I groaned, bothered by his taunt, and how I really had jumped right to him.

I was playing in the palm of Ted’s hand and he was gonna use that hand to smear his sweaty feet across my face again! I needed to win! I needed to win so many times… It felt like every game Ted was winning. He’d stripped me down and put me beneath his feet so quickly. Was this really going to end any different?

As I battled these thoughts, my playing suffered and Ted easily grappled my character, and did huge amounts of damage. Before I knew it, I lost my first life. Shit… I could practically already smell his dank feet again. At least then it’d get my nose to stop burning. Fuck, it was twitching so much. I tried to dodge him but had to rub my nose which put me in a precarious position. He knocked me away and started running toward me. Fuck! He was gonna put me under his feet again! I glanced down at his toes, lightly dusted with reddish-blond hair and instinctively dodged back. It wasn’t until I looked up again that I realized, I’d dodged off the edge of the map. I tried to do a special jump to climb back up, but it was too late. SHIT!

“Heh, now you’re just throwing to get me to dominate you, huh? Heard me say how I’d throw for a hot chick and decided you wanted to do the same for me? Shucks, it’s almost cute how much you want to be back under these feet.” He arrogantly teased me, frustrating me further.

“I- I’m not throwing!” I insisted, losing all control of any technical skill. “You’re just better. I can’t beat you!”

“That’s right, fag, you can’t win.” Ted agreed.

“No matter what I do, it’s like my character just isn’t strong enough. I just end up back underneath your feet.”

“That’s because that’s where fags belong. Underneath an alpha males feet.” I tried not to listen, but it was as if the game revealed what he said to be true, my character was just too slow, too weak, and every time Ted would stomp his feet onto my face.

Ted flexed his meaty toes and that odor wafted clear and strong into my nose, finally abating the discomfort. I relaxed a little and dodged Ted’s range attack, once again moving toward him.

“Too fucking easy. Come right to Daddy, Faggot.” He gloated as his character smashed mine into the ground and he went flying. I was stunned and put my controller down in defeat, but after a second we both realized he hadn’t knocked my character out. Despite this, slowly they fell off the map and took my final life.

“There was no use anyway. You would have just continued to dominate me. You’re too good. I can’t beat you at this.” I conceded, defeated. I stripped off my last sock and knelt down, ready to massage his feet again.

“That’s right, fag, you can get back to massaging. Remember, it’s for one hour this time. Oh, and instead of just sniffin’ my sweaty feet, this time you’ll be kissin’ and lickin’ ‘em, understood? Good bitch boy.” He asserted without even letting me answer. One foot suddenly shoved into my face and I felt that same resignation wash over me. Ted was just too fucking good. He was too strong. It was easier to just go along with what he said. Let him take control. Besides, I’d made this bet.

My tongue slid out and coated itself in his dirty foot jam sending shivers down my spine. “Fuuuuck, yeah, that’s a good fag. These fuckin’ dogs were killing me. Clean ‘em up nice, and make me feel good” He moaned above me as I tongue-bathed his sweaty feet.

In spite of myself… I found it now, strangely, easy to be beneath Ted’s feet. Something I would have never thought before now. The ripe odor now felt easy to breathe, I naturally took deep inhales which soothed my nose and help my mind to forget anything else. The scent was overpowering, overwhelming. So I could forget about everything else. I could just lick and kiss his tough feet. Rub out all their tension and make him feel good, just like he wanted. I spent a long time cleaning both his feet, yet even when he switched, they weren’t even halfway licked spotless. Eventually he had me stop massaging and placed both over my face. There was so much to do. Obscuring my vision and the entirety of his dirty soles only helped me focus in and forget my worries… forget about winning… and forget about that damn recording—

SHIT! The recording! Suddenly, it all came back to me, I needed to win. I needed to get him to get rid of the recording. I felt overwhelmed, he’d won so much. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus back on what mattered… He won… five games and we’d played… eleven…? Wait so I won SIX? How could I have forgotten that. It had felt like I’d lost every game… I clearly could win… So how could I win this time? I needed a way to try something else… I sat stewing for a while with my eyes closed as Ted naturally moved his soles and toes to where he wanted me to lick. Finally I thought of a strategy to intentionally make him fail at the next game.

Ted had his meaty big toe swirling around in my mouth when he once again spoke disappointedly. “All right, it’s been an hour, I supposed I should let ya stop.” I finished licking between his toes, cleaning out the last of the toe jam in between as he sighed contentedly, chuckling “‘Least I got some good new footage.”

My eyes slowly opened to see him recording his toe being tongue washed. His toe withdrew from my mouth with a soft ‘pop’ as I sat there frustrated once again. “TED! Seriously?!” I whined.

“Ha, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, bud. Just keep winning and after you get me to delete the first, you could have me delete this one too. If you didn’t keep losing, I wouldn’t keep getting new recordings.” Ted reasoned. 

“Ugh, fine.” I acquiesced. “I just gotta get a comeback, then I’ll have you delete them, no matter how many you take.” His toe jam still coating my lips and tongue, I hazily went along with his schemes, only able to concentrate enough to know I needed to win, and how I could try to win.

“That’s right, bud. You just gotta keep hoping to win. In the meantime, we’ll keep coming up with more and more for you as you lose.” He grinned, confidently as I stood up. “Speaking of, that raging hard on of your little cock reminds me. You’ve lost the strip bet. So what should we have you do now.”

“I… I have to win to have you delete those recordings. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Heh, good. Well, since we have to be much harsher about these bets now, how about this: one week. For one week, you’ll be my little fag slave, doing whatever I want.” He flexed his arms behind his head, showing off his strong muscles and bushy pits.

My nose twitching and itching in response to the sour musk, I hastily agreed. “Okay, yeah, one week! I won’t lose this next one though, I know it!”

“We’ll just have to see about that now won’t we?”

We locked in for this twelfth game, the night having worn on and closing in on 11 PM now. Yet, fueled by desperation, I stayed energized.

Just like I planned, we started the knockout game and after a few easy rounds, we got to an elimination mini game. I trailed behind him waiting for the perfect opportunity. Then, as the elimination zone approached, I grabbed his character to try and throw them off.

“You little…!” He grumbled. As both our characters came dangerously close to the knockout zone. Letting go of him I made a mad dash for the safe area as he was left behind. Struggling to maneuver his character effectively in time, he eventually got taken out.

“Phew,” I sighed, relieved that I’d won again. I was one step closer to getting those recordings deleted.

“What a tricky little fag you are,” He grunted out, both annoyed but also impressed. “Fine, a win’s a win.” He admitted, removing his watch.

“But after that trickery, if you want to keep going, you’ll be betting two weeks of being my faggot slave, got that?”

My confidence was shaking as the larger threat loomed over me, but I remained convicted toward my goal. “Yeah, two weeks. And, sorry, I know that was underhanded.” I said apologetically.

“Heh, it just goes to show the means you have to go to so you can beat me. But sitting on the couch is for real men who don’t need such tricks; park your ass on the ground from now on, got it?”

“Yeah... yeah of course,” I agreed, feeling admonished and genuinely sorry for my sly tactics. But I did what I had to do to win. I needed to keep winning.

So once again we started up our racing game. Locking in our same characters. No snide remarks this time. At least, whatever bothered my nose abated for this time.

As the race set up to start, part of my vision of the screen was obscured by his huge feet. I tried to focus as much as I could, but was unable to come anywhere near him as we finished the first lap.

“Ugh, you’re too good.” I complained, my mind hazing over. I forgot about the rest of this night, and was only aware of this one moment. Of him dominating me.

“You gotta try better than that, otherwise I’m gonna have your faggot ass worshipping me for two weeks.” He successfully goaded me.

“Come onnnn! Your feet are too distracting!” I pleaded. “They’re so big and beefy, I can’t focus with them in front of the screen.”

He condescendingly laughed at me, prodding, “Oh yeahhh? What’s so distracting about them?”

I let out a pathetic whimper as I continued to fall further and further behind him. “All I can think about when I see them is that you’re gonna have me back under them. I can’t stop thinking about kissing and licking your arches, and sucking on your toes. And I feel like I missed some toe jam when I was cleaning them earlier and it gets in the way of me focusing…”

“Ahhhh, I gotcha,” he chuckled as he entered the final stretch of the last lap. “Here, I’ll help ya out.” He offered as he shifted his left leg over moving it from in front of the TV and bent his right knee so his foot was facing me. “Any toe jam left?” He snickered.

My eyes naturally wandered off the screen and over to his foot. The smell intensifying. It felt so warm… so suffocating. It felt so good to be buried beneath it. My eyes scanned across his whole, big, wide foot, taking in all the dirt that still remained.

“Y-yeah…” I whimpered out. “I still have more I need to clean.” I leaned closer and closer. Feeling myself be dug further and further beneath his foot and forgetting about the game as Ted’s character crossed the finish line.

“Fuck yeah!” He shouted, and grabbed my head shoving it the rest of the way against his foot. Instinctively, my tongue lunged out and swiped up the missed lint.

“That’s it! Worship your fucking master, fag boy, because I fucking own you for the next two weeks! And fucking smile for the camera!” I looked up to see him snapping several pictures as my tongue was plunged between his toes.

“Teeeed…” I whined.

“Ah, ah, ah, faggot. You’re my slave, so you do what I say. Now kiss my foot for another photo!”

I obediently leaned in and placed my nose between his toes and softly kissed the balls of his feet as he took a photo and a short video.

“Come on, there has to be more…” I begged between laps at his long soles.

“What else you wanna bet,” he snickered, already knowing he’d won.

“A month… two months. I’ll— I’ll be your slave for two months, let’s just keep going!”

“Ha, fine. But you’re still my slave now, so you gotta play this next game with my toes in your mouth, got it, faggot?” “Y-yes…” I mumbled out. That made sense… I was Ted’s faggot. If he wanted me sucking on his toes while we played, then I had to do it. 

“Yes, what?” He demanded.

I thought for a second as I leaned forward and with my lips brushing against his meaty toes whimpered out, “Yesh, shir,” as his toes filled my mouth.

“That’s it faggot.” He sneered.

As the next game started, I slowly moved my character and tried to get him in position when Ted reminded me, “I think there was still some gunk between my toes. Don’t you wanna get that, fag?”

“Ohh… fhank yhu,” I answered gratefully. I put down the controller as I grabbed and massaged his feet licking between each toe. Easily, he stomped my character until they were all out of lives.

“Heh, weeeelp, you ought to get used to this, bitch boy, because it’s two months now.” Ted stretched his back, pawing and scratching at his strong, hairy pecs.

“Ugh…” I moaned out, reluctantly prying my mouth off his toes, “come on… there has to be something more… we can’t stop now…” I cried out, turning to face him.

“You’re already my little faggot for quite a while, what can you do to make this more enticing?”

I sat there lowering my eyes from his face back down to his feet. “You can own me longer…” I started to say, “Four months… No, six months… that’s still too short…” As I grappled with coming up with something worthwhile, Ted sat above me basking in victory, in his domination. “A… a— a year! Just one more game, I’ll be your slave for a year!”

“That’s getting better, but don’t you think I deserve a little bit more? What happens if you win? How’s that gonna be enticing for me?”

“I’m not gonna win though…” I started to pout, before regaining a little composure. “You— You’re right… A year is too short… How about… How about two years and… and you can decide to extend it whenever you want!”

“Hah!” He roared, pleased. “Now you’re making this worthwhile for Daddy.”

I smiled, happy he was finally open to the bet. “And— and if I somehow win, you get to decide what I win… does that seem fair?” I had maneuvered to the other end of the ottoman and started lapping at the still dirty parts of his soles. “Heh, that sounds plenty fair to me. It’s a deal!” He agreed, before stipulating, “And let’s just already establish, if you won— which you won’t— you’d still be my faggot slave for two years, with me being able to extend it whenever!”

Some small part of me was confused by my rewards, and with that small subtle confusion expressed on my face, Ted fanned his toes, blowing that heavy, heady musk to sedate me. My eyes went glassy and after noticing this, Ted stretched his feet out, pushing them into my face.

“All right, last game. As my little slave, you gotta kiss and lick my nasty dogs the whole time, no touching the controller.” After setting up his phone to record the whole thing, he barked, “Got that, faggot?!”

“Yes… sir…!” I answered, voice muffled as I worshipped his stinky feet.

“Oh, and what are you again?” Ted jeered.

“A faggot!” I cried out from beneath his soles.

“And whose faggot are you?”

“Yours, an alpha males, sir!”

He slapped my face with his huge feet in response, pleased with my answer. A minute later, we heard the elimination noise as I was taken out without ever playing.

Ted feigned disappointment, “Awww, would you look at that... You’re my slave for the next two years now… only, I can extend it whenever I fucking want! You’re my fucking faggot for life. Understand?!” “Yesh, shir! Thanmfk yhu, shir!” “That’s a good faggot...” Ted mused, “Too fuckin’ easy… Stan had the right idea with you faggots. You just gotta do is make ‘em bet away their lives.” He laughed turning of the games and sitting back as I worshipped his feet.

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I hope you all enjoyed this story! I was planning to release the second part to Subjugated Under Master Christian next, but then life got very hectic with the holiday season, work, and my personal life. It was only after speaking briefly with fellow foot lover @footsockboy that I found motivation to pick up and write another story. This picture definitely helped as well as it’s super fucking hot.

One thing that I’ve been tossing around in my head that could help with motivation is having an option for people to offer tips for the stories. I love writing and providing stories for fellow foot subs and masters, and that certainly is motivating all on it’s own, and this would offer another way to motivate me, especially to be more consistent. I also love my longer stories, but they do take time… and so I can plan to write shorter pieces with more parts, and that would help me push them out more consistently!

With regard to tipping, it wouldn’t need to be anything crazy; it can be one-time or however many times you want, and could just be a single dollar or any other amount you want. If people are going to support me this way, I want it to be because they want to and for it to be in a way they are comfortable with.

Either way, I’ll put the link out there in case anyone is feeling generous and wants to support their fellow foot lover in his writing endeavors.

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[jockallday]

[fartcushion]

Your friend told you about a new night at the club he thought you'd like, 'SNIFFERS'. You thought it was maybe a night for people who liked the smell of musky men, the post gym/hot dance floor scent. When you asked as much your mate just smiled and said "something like that".

Before you knew it you were chained to the wall, on your hands and knees next to other men, all of you stripped naked. In front of you all for the night men would be standing against the wall and letting - or making with a harsh tug on the chain - you sniff their filthy asses, lick them clean, and swallow their farts.

In front of you your friend stood, in a jock strap his ass exposed ready for you. He knew you'd fancied him for years and was taking sick joy in perverting your desires. After the fifth fart he let's go of the chain and pats you on the head.

"Hope you have a good time! I'm off to go dance. I'll build up more sweat for you to clean up, and I'm taking a night off from non-carbonated beer. That way you're going to enjoy my beer farts all night!"

[jay-andom-writing]

Under the Bull

(Image by @ BrownskinH77 on X)

M4M - Fart fetish, cucking, edging, some bondage, humiliation

(Characters are all 18+)

A/N: Still working on the next part of My New Boss, but this story just took over me like a possession. Something a little different, hope you all enjoy!

My boyfriend was the sweetest guy on earth, but he could be a bit of a bully when he wanted to. And unfortunately for me, I had huge crushes on every guy who ever bullied me. This meant Todd could push my buttons as much as he wanted and pretty much always get away with it. And damn, did he love pushing my buttons.

First it was my kink for edging and denial. As soon as he learned about that, he started teasing me at random times in the day and making me beg him for the chance to cum when we'd have sex. It was humiliating, but also so hot, so I didn't stop him. Then he learned about my fart fetish. Big mistake. Now ever time he had to fart, he did it on my face. I was lucky he wasn't a gassy person.

But the latest had come about by accident. Todd had used my computer and found some bookmarks I hadn't intended him to see. We didn't care if each other watched porn, so he wasn't mad. But it was the kind of porn. Cucking. It was a new kink for me that I was still exploring. I hadn't wanted to bring it up to him yet because I thought it might be a bridge too far. We talked about it for a bit, and he seemed curious but didn't push further than that. I figured that was the end of it. Huge mistake.

I came home from work one Friday to find Todd in the living room talking to Luke, one of his lifelong friends and someone I had met a fair number of times. Luke was an absolute smokeshow. He was tall, about 6'3", had beautiful dark brown skin and perfectly manicured facial hair. He also had an ass that was impossible to miss, the man looked like he was smuggling a pair of beach balls back there. I could swear he was always wearing shorts that were a size too small, the way they clung to his cheeks. I also knew, from the few times I'd been around Luke, that he could fucking fart.

"Hey honey, I invited Luke over for dinner, hope that was okay." My boyfriend's tone was sweet, almost too sweet, making me worried he was plotting something. I should have known. But at the time I was too oblivious so I just nodded back to him.

"Yeah, all good babe," I said. "I was gonna order some pizza, I can get an extra one for him."

"Sweet," Luke said. "Meat lovers with double cheese for me." I was pretty sure Luke was lactose intolerant but I didn't wanna question him. I got Todd's order and put the call in.

After a dinner of pizza, cheesy breadsticks, and ice cream (Todd had insisted we break out a quart) the three of us were on the couch, gaming. Luke and Todd had sat down on either side of me, but I could swear they kept making eyes at each other the whole match. Eventually, when we finished the last round of our game, my boyfriend turned towards me and Luke.

"Honestly, baby," he said to me. "There's a reason I invited Luke over."

The two of them closed in over top of me and started passionately making out. I was so stunned I couldn't speak, but my dick was quickly growing in my pants as I watched my boyfriend kissing another man right in front of me. The two had their tongues halfway down each other's throats when they quickly switched position. Luke sat down hard on my lap, knocking the wind out of me a little bit and pinning my swiftly expanding dick against my body. Todd had climbed up on Luke's lap, facing him (and by extension me) and the two started locking lips again. But this time Todd was watching my reaction, and I must have looked like a horny idiot because I saw his eyes light up and he started kissing Luke even more passionately.

My boyfriend and his bull were grinding against each other, but that meant Luke's ass was also grinding down on me, and I was having a hard time holding back moans. When the two finally came up for air, Todd looked at me again and giggled.

"I think he's enjoying being under your ass, Luke." My boyfriend smiled at me and stuck his fingers in my mouth, making me moan again.

"Oh, I bet." Came Luke's reply. His deep voice reverberated through his body into me. He ground down with his ass again. My cock throbbed. I arched my back and gasped. "I can feel him pokin' me."

The two of them laughed. Then I heard a low, bubbling gurgle come from somewhere deep in Luke's guts.

Todd said, "Sounds like the pizza is kicking in."

"Oh you don't even know," said Luke with a groan. "From what you told me, your boy is about to have the time of his life."

I immediately flushed realizing that Todd must have told Luke about all my kinks. But I didn't have long to focus on that before--

BRRRRRFRFRFRPRPRPRPLPLPLPLPLPLBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTBLTTTttttttrrrrrrrBRRT!

A twenty second long gas bomb exploded against me. Wet. Bubbly. Bassy. And fucking loud! It felt like it rattled my entire body. My dick was right in the crossfire and I was holding on by a thread. My cock was pulsing and I felt like I'd cum to a single stroke.

"Damn!" Luke sounded proud of himself. "How you like that, cuck?" I just let out a moan in response. I heard both of them laughing at me again.

The two of them kept kissing each other on top of me while Luke continued to pummel my dick with his farts. He kept releasing long, bubbly butt blasts and it was getting harder and harder not just cum in my pants right there. But Luke was a masterful tease. Every time I tried to hump his ass to get myself off, he'd pull it away just in time, and as soon as I was thrown off by his departure he'd slam his ass back down on my crotch, pinning my hard dick against my thigh and letting out another short trumpeting fart. He had me whimpering and desperate. This cycle continued for what felt like hours, but must have been no more than twenty minutes.

"It looks like he's ready to burst. We should have the rest of our fun with him before he blows his load." My boyfriend sounded amused and definitely like he had something evil planned.

The two men got off my lap finally. I was panting heavily, still rock hard. Todd picked up my legs. With a tug I was halfway out of my seat, and Luke put his arms under my armpits as the two of them carried me into our bedroom and put me on the mattress. My head was facing the foot of the bed. I felt something being snapped around my wrists. Handcuffs?

"Surprise, babe!" Todd's face came into view, grinning down at me. "Don't worry, we won't keep you too long. But I didn't want you trying to get out of your special present."

I felt cuffs wrap around my ankles as well, tying me down to the bed spread-eagle. Todd took off his shirt and climbed on top of me. He perched over my crotch, taking the opportunity to rub his own ass against my aching cock. He earned a long moan from me in response. I could tell he loved keeping me on edge.

Luke climbed onto the bed next. He had stripped down to nothing but a green thong, and his two voluminous ass cheeks were on full display. At first he sat on my chest. He made out with my boyfriend again, jiggling his ass the whole time, making me watch it bounce around inches from my face. It was mesmerizing. So hypnotic I was caught off guard when--

"UUNNFF"

BBBBRRRRRRRPPPPPPLLLLRRRRPPPPTTTT!!!

Another enormous fart. I felt my entire chest vibrate as Luke launched his ass assault. It was bassy and bubbly. Loud as hell too. But unlike the farts on my lap, that had been too far away for me to really smell, this one was aimed right at my face. And it stank. Like rotten eggs but somehow worse. I heard Luke sigh with relief as I gagged.

With no time to recover, Luke's wide ass cheeks slammed down on my face, burying me between his mounds of meat. I felt his hole, hot and musky, pulsing against my nose. He was definitely doing it on purpose to tease me, and it was working.

Without warning, a sharp Shhhhhsssssssttt! signaled a silent but deadly directly up my nostrils. It burned like hell. I heaved under Luke's ass. He just ground down on my face even harder, pressing my aching nose right against his asshole. Every one of my senses was consumed with his manly stink.

I felt Luke shift above me as he and Todd exchanged some words I couldn't make out. Next thing I know, I heard the taletell plap, plap, plap, of my boyfriend riding Luke's cock. The bounce of each impact squeezed my face a little deeper into his huge dump truck. I heard Luke's guts start to bubble.

"Oh, fuck yes baby," I heard Luke moan. "Ride that big cock. How's it feel to get fucked by a real man? Don't have to settle for that cuck anymore."

BRRRRRPPPPPTTTT!

A huge fart up my nose, point blank. I tried to scream but it got lost inside the thick fat of Luke's ass.

"Oh fuuuuuck, yes babe, fuck those farts out of me."

plap, plap, plap

BRT! BBRRTT! BBBRRRTTT!

"Ride me like a bull, baby,"

BBBRRRRAAAPPPT! BRPT!

"Ride those farts out of me, show your cuck what my ass can do,"

BrrrrrrrppppppRRRRPT!

"Smells like roses down there, right cuck? Fuck, I just know you're in hell right now,"

BRRRRRRRPPPPPT! FWRRRRBBBBBBTTTT!

"Oh fuck," Luke sounded close. My own cock was standing up like a lightning rod.

The ass assault I'd just endured had almost been too much to handle. Todd was too focused on riding Luke's dick to worry about mine, or else I would have cum a dozen times over.

Just then I felt a warm, wet sensation close around my cock. Todd had started sucking my dick while getting fucked by Luke. As it happened I heard the pace of their fucking get faster and Luke started moaning loud. Luke and I were both about to cum.

Luke yanked aside the fabric of his thong, exposinf his bare ass. In one fluid motion he grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face back up deep into his ass. I opened my mouth to protest but only succeeded in locking my open lips tight around Luke's asshole. I felt his hole pucker and bulge out inside my mouth, against my tongue. I tasted his raw musk. I heard his guts rumble as he held me tight. No escape.

FWUUUAAAAMMMMMBBBBBBRRRRRPPPPLPLPLPLPLPLPPRPRPRPRPRPRRRRTTTTTRTRTRTTTTTT!!!

A full minute long torrent of toxic ass gas thundered down my throat with a roar and groan. My whole face vibrated. I felt my cheeks bulging from the amount of gas going down my throat and bubbling into my stomach. It tasted like raw sewage. It stank like pure shit. My sinuses burned. My tongue was coated in the rotten taste. I came so fucking hard.

Luke also moaned loud and bucked his hips, filling Todd's ass at the same time as I filled my boyfriend's mouth. Luke let go of the back of my head and I fell back, exhausted.

Luke and Todd made out on top of me for another minute, then Luke went off to the bathroom to clean up. I saw Todd's grinning face come into view above me. I smiled back at him.

"Looks like both of you had fun," he said slyly. "I think we'll have to make this a regular thing." I just smiled dumbly at him, still in a haze of euphoria.

He got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. "Babe," I called after him, "aren't you gonna unlock my cuffs?"

I heard him giggle. "I'm sure Luke can get them when he's done with you. I'm gonna take a nice long bath to relax while you get to enjoy the rest of Luke's pizza aftermath." I felt my panic rising, but he slipped into the bathroom, passing Luke exiting as he did, and shut the door.

Luke came over and stared down at me, already looking smug. He slapped his stomach.

"Alright cuck, all that pizza's gonna be working through me for at least another hour. And you better strap in. Now that your boyfriend isn't in here, I don't gotta be polite anymore, so I ain't holding back."

His ass cheeks descended on my face. I just let out something between a groan of despair and a moan of pleasure. I was in for a hell of a night.

[t0iletd0g]

You're sitting on my face, a normal routine for us. You'd watch TV, call your friends, jerk off, whatever.

And I'd be your cushion.

Sometimes you'd have my nose up your hole, on days when your stomach was acting up and you didn't want to smell it. Today, it was my tongue. You had come home after errands and wanted someone to eat your ass, and, well, you had a cushion that could do that.

You kept letting out nasty farts down my throat. Each worse than the last, to the point where I could taste them. At some point, I pull away to complain, to which you slam your ass back down on my face, forcing my head back to the ground.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" You ask, obviously not expecting a response. A few minutes pass, where a particularly wet fart makes you speak up again.

"Damn, that was nasty... might need the toilet soon."

I whimper, but you don't move. A few more minutes pass, before I realize that all of those farts sound that... dangerous. You seemed to notice too.

"Oh, God, I really have to go, I can barely hold it now, mutt. I don't know how you're holding up through it."

I'm not, but at least you're about to get up. Or so I thought. You don't budge, but your discomfort is showing as you shift above me. I don't understand. Why aren't you budging? Then it hits me. You're not going anywhere.

"I can't hold it anymore, mutt.." is all the warning I get as I feel something solid against my tongue, the log forcing it's way down my throat. It felt never ending, and I tried to pull away, but your hand had grabbed my hair and held me to your ass.

It kept coming, and by the time it was over, and you were standing, I was so... spent.

A hot stream of liquid hit my face, and I realized you were pissing on me, mostly in my mouth.

"Wow, you look like.. shit." The smugness in your voice was all too clear. "Too bad I never wiped, huh?"

I have no time to question before you're sitting back down on me, and I realize that this is just the beginning of a long night.

[boyhuffer-deactivated20251119]

gross boyfriend who gets really bad morning gas.. asking if you’ll muffle a bit of the smell for him and saying if you’d love him you’d do it, and before you can comprehend it you’re hotboxxed in, face sandwiched between his musty asscheeks as his rancid fumes fill your nose..! then when you think he’s nearly done, he hand roots itself in your hair, yanking it so hard you gasp in pain so he can fit his asshole snugly against your mouth “ sorry dear, your mouth just takes them better “ he mumbles in apology before coating your tongue in his farts.. you’re getting light-headed as the farts just dont seem to stop.. how much has he got in there?? until his tummy lets out an awfully loud rumble, and his ass is now planted ontop of your face. he doesn’t want to get out of bed this morning, so you’ll happily be his toilet, right?

[gashotbox]

Thinking about someone making you lick their asshole after shitting til it's spotless, only to take another dump on you RIGHT after you spent half an hour getting their hole clean.

them jutting their ass back out and groaning “ooh, get a little deeper.” “missed a spot - ah, that’s it.” as you rim them, your tongue obediently slipping deeper into their hole. and little do you know until it hits something solid that their groans of pleasure are really the sounds of them pushing out another thick one, their hand thrusting you deeper up their ass when you realise. open wide, baby.

[stinkyboiii]

Imagine you're on a party of some kind, maybe with your friends and their friends. Everyone is quite drunk after some time and they get a 'silly' idea of tormenting you a little, you who doesn't drink that much and often refuses to take part in their bullshit. Someone there knows about the kinks you keep in secret and they told others, who come up with an idea.

When they ask you to play truth or dare with them you think nothing of it, even when they seem to be really focused on getting you to pick dare... Which you have to do, eventually. The dare is deliberately vauge, like 'let someone dress you in whatever they want'... But it doesn't sound too bad.. Right?

Well, turns out you underestimated the strength a whole group of people would hold. Fast forward 15 minutes you're dressed in nothing but some kind of gag that keeps your mouth and nose spread wide open, a collar and a leash.. Maybe some underwear, if they felt nice. You're being passed around the room like a pet, shoved from one ass right to another as they empty their farts into you like it's the funniest thing they've ever seem - teasing and cooing at you, not that you can hear it that well anymore, you feel yourself getting light-headed from all the stinky air and how quick they're passing your around. If you begin to drift off, they make sure to give you some slaps and strong farts right up your nose so you stay with them and don't ruin their fun. As time passes, you become quite mindless... Maybe there's a camera pointed at you, you honestly can't tell after what they've reduced you to... But you doubt you'll ever hear the end of it.

[buttsmasher]

Heard You were Talking Shit

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self

Last Monday I opened my locker to find a note waiting for me. It falls to the ground and I quickly squat down to grab the note. When I pick up the note, I see that there’s a lipstick mark and just a phone number. I’m a bit confused, but I text the number anyway.

Hey? Got ur note… Who dis?

Hi cutie xx… Jalissa

Hell yeah, Jalissa is awesome. We went to high school together and I knew we were going to the same college but haven’t run into her yet. I briefly found it weird that she approached me this way but I don’t think too much of it.

We end up talking for like a week before deciding to meet up. She wanted to meet up at the gymnasium at 9:00 PM when it’s close. She has a key to the gym since she works there and I’m game.

However, when I get there, the gymnasium is quiet and the lights are dimmed.

“Hello?” I call out as I walk towards the center of the gym. “Jalissa?” When I reach about half court, all the lights flip on. 

I hear footsteps and turn around expecting Jalissa but end up seeing someone else. “Tristen? Tristen Moretti? What are you doing here?” I look around, maybe he had the same idea as Jalissa.

“Heard you were talking shit.” This moves my attention back to Tristen and I watch as he saunters closer to me. 

“What?” He’s at arms length now. “I don’t know-” He gives me a firm push and I trip slightly backwards but stay on my feet.

“Called the whole wrestling team a bunch of fags.” 

“I mean, the whole sport is a bit faggy.” I comment back. “The whole tight singlet and holding another man and rolling around on the mat. It’s all a bit…faggy.”

He pushes me harder, this time I lose my balance. “The only fag I see around here is you.” 

“Fuck off!” I go to get back up, but Tristen quickly pins me down against the floor. He does some maneuvering and I’m unable to get a good grip on him. The echoes of me and him struggling in the gymnasium is the only sound I can hear until he has my face pinned against his ass.

“I’ll fucking show you faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

A rumbling six second fart hits my face. It’s rotten, smelling of garbage and eggs. I start to struggle again, but he pins my arms down to my sides and grinds his sweatpant clad ass against my face. “Eat my fucking gas, faggot!” I try to move my face away from his ass but I have nowhere to go.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF

More vile gas hits my face and I do my best to hold my breath. Even with doing that, it’s not enough, fumes are still invading my nose.

“Bro, get off!” I grab his hips and try to buck him off, but he uses the opportunity to switch his position. He gets me into a scissor lock and uses his heels to push my head into his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Fuck!” I yell out as my nose is pressed firmly against his ass. I can’t help the dry cough that escapes my lips. The rotten smell has burned its way into my sinuses and I’m starting to worry. 

PBRBRBRBRBBRRRRRR

“Fuck, that was fucking wet.” He comments above me. “How’s that smell faggot?” He releases the pressure of his heels against my head, only to slam my head against his ass over and over again. “Smell it faggot! Smell my fucking ass.”

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFF

He slams my face hitting his ass with each fart bomb hitting my face. My eyes are watering and I don’t know if I’m breathing correctly. My nose hurts from the repeated slamming and the toxic fumes that I’m being exposed to.

“Dude,” PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT “Stop, please!” BBBRRRRRRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Not happening dude.” PFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTT “This is what happens when you fuck with the wrestling team.” 

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

I feel so physically weak at this point, I lose the ability to even try and fight back against Tristen. “Please.” I manage between hacking.

“You want more? Cool, I can indulge faggot.” He loosens his grip on me slightly only to pull his sweatpants down under his ass. He’s wearing a jockstrap that frames his ass. 

“No, no, god no!” I begin to scream as he pulls me back against his ass.

“This is why you don’t talk shit!” He roughly bounces my face in between his ass cheeks as he shakes his. PFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTT His naked ass is much worse than before. His gas burns my nostrils as he keeps ripping noxious fumes. 

“Please...I-I...Can’t breathe.” He doesn’t budge any, instead he pushes harder against my face.

“Good, I wantchu to suffocate in my fat ass.” 

PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

If he keeps this up, I’m definitely going to start suffocating. I already feel dizzy from all these butt bombs obliterating my nose.

“Gonna make you regret ever talking shit.” He’s already done that. “Eat this faggot!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud trumpeting 15 second fart hits my face without any filter. Pure garbage gets spewed into my lungs and I start convulsing against him. “Yeah let the gas in. Breathe me faggot!”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFTTTT 

He doesn’t let me recover and continues to blast me with his gas. How is anyone even this gassy? “I'm sorry! Please, I’ll do anything!” I try groveling with the little bit of air I have left. 

“Sorry faggot, I can’t hear you. You’ll have to beg louder.”

“Ple-” PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF He manages to fart directly into my mouth as I start talking. It’s absolutely rotten and I begin hacking up my lungs again and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Oh god.” I don’t learn from my past mistake and he manages to fart in my mouth again, this time pushing his ass and pulling my head as hard as possible.

I feel my cheeks inflating as he keeps spewing a 15 second silent but deadly fart into my mouth. I can’t move and my whole body is shaking against him.

“Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good.” Tristen moans above me as he’s grinding his ass against my face. “You still breathing faggot?” Barely, I think to myself as everything starts to spin. I give one last attempt to fight back and push him off me, and to my surprise I get away.

I’m scrambling to get away when I feel him grab me around my waist and pull me back to the ground. “Where you going faggot? I’m not done with you?” I’m seeing triple as he twists me around and forces me back on the ground. 

He pulls his dick out of his jockstrap and starts slapping my face with his cock. I try twisting away but he grabs my head and holds me into place putting his dick under my nose. He starts humping my face and I can feel his dick harden on me.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about this.” He keeps humping me and all I can smell is his natural musk and the lingering scent of his ass on my face. “This is what fucking happens when you mess with me faggot.” 

He forces my mouth open and he starts to spurt cum into my mouth. I go to spit the cum out, but then he sits back down on my face again. “Open up faggot.” 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

His cum gets blown right back in my mouth and I’m forced to swallow his cum and nasty fart. It’s the most vile thing I’ve ever tasted and I can’t stop from gagging.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Barrage after barrage of fart is being forced down my throat and it’s at this moment I fear for my life. I can’t even speak anymore to try and beg for my life and I feel myself spasming. I think I may have pissed myself, I can’t even tell anymore.

All I hear is him laughing, grunting, and his trumpeting farts. I’m going to die like this.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

PFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

My legs fall slack against the gym floor.

PFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTBRBFFFFFFFFF

Next my arms fall.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Nighty night faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I lose consciousness and my head falls against the gym floor.

Minutes or maybe hours later, I awake alone. Lights completely turned off in the gym. 

“Help.” I try to yell, but my voice is hoarse. I struggle to get to my feet and all I can smell and taste is Tristen’s ass. I end up throwing up on the gym floor. 

At least I’m not dead, I think to myself as I make my way to what I assume are the doors. I open a door to find myself in a small bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the state I’m in.

Jeans drenched in piss and my face is splotchy and red. Everything smells bad and I go to the sink to try and scrub my face. As I’m about to go another round of scrubbing, I feel my phone buzz.

Jalissa: Hope you had fun tonight faggot xx

I stare at my phone for a bit before throwing it full force against the wall. 

~~~Fin

Author’s Note: Another old story that I found and decided to revamp. I pretty much rewrote the whole thing at this point and changed it from 2nd person to 1st person. I also think I created a new kink for myself? Forcing cum in someone’s mouth and then immediately farting in their mouth? Hello? Has that been done before? Anyways, hope you enjoyed :3

[sulfursmells]

With @facesittingdreams account getting terminated , as well as others I’m thinking that we need to start archiving these posts somewhere. I remember here used to be an account called fart-chive on here but their account got deleted a few years ago. Idk what to do but I’m afraid that a lot of our fav stories and posts are gonna disappear unless we find a space to save them as a community.

Anyone have any suggestions?

[pitsandsweat]

Billy 🤤🤤🤤😍😍😍

[fartcushion]

"Sorry about that, really embarrassing to just finish tying you down and suddenly have to go take a shit. There was no toilet paper, but you don't mind right?"

[acarraca]

Do you have any tips/instructions on how to find a Dom like you? I’m 30 and I’ve only had the opportunity once. But I specifically said I had a fantasy to be forced to worship a man’s unwashed ass but when it was presented I was grossed out and he didn’t even make me sniff — it we just stopped. I’m gay and also have never even had the opportunity to rim someone!

Radical honesty. Radical honesty. Radical honesty. Literally just tell people what you like. Most people are pretty down to accommodate. Some aren't, their loss.

But dude, don't just jump into the deep end. At least not without a lifeguard.

Here's what I mean by that: I do some absolutely foul, disgusting shit to my subs. I've sat on their face after using the bathroom, I've made them lick the sweat from my crack midway through a strenuous hike. I've pissed down people's throat.

But I don't just do it...

When I meet a new sub for the first time, it's not like I just present my unwashed ass in the air and say "here you go, do your thing."

I get them in the right headspace. Usually there's a period of feeling them up, and hand on their throat or a handful of hair clenched in my fist. Maybe a playful swat on their ass. Enough to establish that, at least for the next several hours, I'm in charge.

When I sit on their face, initially, I'm almost always still wearing underwear. Typically it's a thong. I notice most of my victims immediately make an effort to take my scent deep into their lungs.

This has a few purposes:

It's a fun tease. If someone has been watching my videos for awhile, chances are they've been fantasizing about this moment for awhile. Keeping the thong on forces them to go slow. Take in my scent before I tell you to bury your tongue up there.

And therefore:

It acclimates them to the whole thing. They might be repulsed, but there's at least a strip of cotton between them and anything really gross.

It gives my victim an opportunity for the willing-to-do-it-all horny impulse to catch back up to the disgusted and humiliated reality.

I can usually cut a fart before their nose is up against my bare asshole and gauge how well they're likely to handle it.

Try that approach next time you get a chance. See if you don't do better.

[lazynutfart-deactivated20250122]

Your Manager and You!

Disclaimer: AFAB femme reader, facesitting, tonguefucking, fingerfucking, nasty work environment (literally lol), blackmail.

Imagine being a mousy office intern. You're a prudish woman who rarely converses with your coworkers. A total germaphobe too, you typically wear a facemask. But this one guy, the manager of your floor, dedicates his workday to making yours a living hell.

You sit in your cramped cubicle in the back beside the male restroom, sorting through various files and paperwork. Your manager personally placed you here, insisting lower-level employees start off in the shitty offices before working their way up. Pulling oneself by the bootstraps. Whatever. You were determined to get that promotion.

Suddenly, a potent stench attacks your sinus, causing you to wince.

You recoil and look up from your desk, and there he is. The one time you weren't wearing your mask, he ripped a fat one. He had a smarmy smirk on his face as he leaned against the entrance of the enclosed space.

"Hey, rookie, nice to see your face for once," He called out, various files in his hand, casually using these vital documents to fan his stink to your face, "I don't mean to dump this on ya..." He sighed, carelessly tossing the papers onto her desk before ripping another loud bassy fart beside her face, "But I need to lighten my load."

"Sir--" You're about to speak up, but he farts again. It was like a sulfur balloon deflating in your face. You reached for your face mask, but he slid between the space between you and your desk.

"Holy toledo... that new coffee in the break room," He groaned, rubbing his stomach as he pressed his rear against your shoulder, his stink seeping into your nice blouse, "Mmm... I need you to order more of that."

And without saying goodbye, he left promptly to the restroom nearby. His stench lingered, and you could hear everything he was doing through the thin walls of the office. All while you lift the collar of your shirt, sniffing the spot his ass was briefly pressed against. You'll have to bleach this later. You couldn't help but linger in that spot, typically you'd be repulsed, but you rubbed your nose against your sleeve. Disgusting…

And you sit there, sipping your coffee and flipping through the files. Every few seconds, you hear your boss grunt and groan, inter-spliced with fart after fart.

You cringe and glance around the office. Most workers are occupied with paperwork. Luckily, the walls of your cubicle would hide what you're about to do. Like a pathetic pervert, you press your ear against the thin wall.

"Oh... yeah... fuck..." He moaned, causing your cunt to grow wet as you heard his stomach growl and rumble, clenching his cheeks as he let out another thunderous fart.

You slip your fingers under your pencil skirt, shutting your eyes and imagining his massive ass wobbling before you. Bare and hairy...

You roll the pearl beneath your panties, biting your lip as your ear presses up against the thin barrier before you. He wasn't shitting, but was trying to. He couldn't bring himself to for some reason. Perhaps he was just gassy.

"Ah..." You whined, your knees bucked as your body tensed up to the sounds of his farts. God, his farts... They were loud and demanded attention, attention you were begging to give. You whimpered and softly moaned as you played with your cunt.

"God... nothing's coming out," He groaned, standing up as he slipped his slacks back on. But you were too preoccupied to notice, riding the high you got from his gas as you rubbed your clit in circles. Teetering on the edge of climax as you anticipated the next burst of gas.

Suddenly, the door to the restroom opened, revealing your manager's disgusted face.

"Rookie! What the fuck are you doing?"

He barked, causing you to sadly stop. As you shamefully retract your fingers from your desperate pussy, he enters your cubicle. His eyes widen in slight amusement as he notices your slick fingers, "Wow. Wow! That's disgusting. What are ya? A little freak?"

"I-I'm not the gross one! You're the one who--" You began, only for him to hush you.

"Farts? Well, I'm not the perv who sniffs it. Yeah, I see you. You little brownnosing freak," He laughed, his rough digits grazing his belt buckle, "Why else do you think I do it?"

"I don't--"

"Oh, but you do. You smile as you order me that shitty coffee. You linger around my office every lunch hour. For God's sake, you were--"

"Please. Don't tell anyone!" You begged, lips quivering as you were about to wipe your hands on your skirt, but he lifted a finger.

"Don't. I want those fingers slick for what you're about to do," Your manager stated, slipping off his expensive slacks and briefs before he bent over your desk, his hairy balls hanging before you like a pendulum. Your face reddened when you noticed how his huge plump ass had indents from his unsuccessful time on the toilet.

"S-sir?" You asked, nervously glancing over the top of your cubicle. None of your coworkers batted an eye-- they were more focused on the incoming deadlines and boring office chatter rather than the workplace harassment occurring behind those thin walls.

"Well? What are you waiting for, rookie?" He asked, spreading his plush cheeks to see his starfish. It was like a jungle down there, and you just had to explore its bowels.

“Plug your nose in here.”

"Excuse me?"

"Get that fat fucking nose of yours nose up my shitter," He spat, lifting his ass up, swaying his hips, causing his cheeks to wobble.

“Or you’re fired.”

You shakily approach him. Your manager smirks as you knelt before him. The pungent sweaty stench of his hairy ass wafted to your face. Your nose inches from his pucker, and the sight and potent scent engraved into your mind. You've dreamt of this, his thick ass in your face, and now you wanted to savor this, but he wanted otherwise.

He suddenly grabbed the back of your head, clutching onto your hair. He dragged your face from his balls to the top of his crack, repeatedly swiping your face up and down his ass. His asshairs tickled your nose, and your lips would roll back as you let him use your face as his personal asswipe.

"Mmm... take it all in..." He bit his lip, looking down at you, "Stick your tongue out, toilet paper."

You obey, slipping your tongue out as he humped your face, all while you rubbed your wet cunt once more. For a man who sat his ass all day at the office, his ass is sweaty. You could taste his lunch down there, making you all the hungrier. Your tongue lapped through his hair as he rubbed his massive cock, "Ngh... Now stick it in."

And you did. Your tongue wormed its way into his tight shitter, and it felt strange for a moment. To have your tongue up a man's disgusting asshole... Why did it make you so wet? Such a demeaning act... Yet you continued onward, pushing your head deeper on your own accord.

Your manager moaned, rubbing his abdomen, "I was just on the toilet..." He laughed, his stomach grumbled, "You're lucky I'm only gassy..."

You hum in agreement as you curl your tongue against his inner walls, too focused on his asshole to notice the grumbling in his belly. As you savored his shitter, the air in his bowels slowly made its way out, announcing its arrival with a bitter taste on your tongue and a loud airy fart directly in your mouth. He placed his hand on your head, gripping onto your head of hair, tugging your face snugly against his asshole.

"Don't move," He grunted, his asshole clenched around your tongue as he shoveled his potent farts from the source into your lungs, "God... I said don't move!" He pressed your body against the cubicle's wall that faced its entrance. Occasionally, a male coworker would pass by to enter the nearby restroom, and each time, they would smirk at the sight of you serving as the manager's toilet paper.

"Ngh... yeah... clean my insides, slut," Your boss moaned as your tongue flickered in and out his gaper, each time he let out a little fart, coating that pink tongue of yours in his scent.

"Mmm..." You hummed, hazy from the high you were riding from his farts. Once he lifts his ass from your face, he pulls his cheeks apart once again, his hairy shitter winking at you.

“Now slide those slick fingers in here, bitch!”

Eagerly removing your hand from your wet pussy, you slip in a finger, then another, and your digits curl up against his walls as you massage his insides. You repeatedly thrust your two fingers inside his hole, his asshole clenched tightly against your dainty hand. Luckily, your wetness and spit lubed up his gaper, so your fingers slid in and out with ease. All while he farted.

Your fingers would vibrate each time he released a rank fart, and you'd continue finger-fucking him. His massive cock dripped precum all over your documents, but you didn't care. You could redo them later. What's important now is that you're here to serve his asshole-- nothing else.

"Fuck my tight hole, slut... I need it to be loose for a load I'll release later," He moaned, arching his back and smacking his pillowy ass. A coworker whistled at the sight as they passed.

After he came all over your desk, he pulled away, smirking as you slipped your slick fingers in your mouth, sucking off the mixture of fluids.

"Ugh... I need to clean up..." He scoffed, taking your face mask from the desk, spreading his cheeks once more to wipe his slobbery shitter. You didn't say anything as you watched him rub the fabric mask in his crack, leaving a noticeably damp spot. He tossed it to you as he slid on his briefs, "Leave that on for the rest of the day."

You nod, slipping on your mask. It now reeked of your boss's damp manhole, and his stink rubbed all over your mouth and nose. He then pulled his slacks back up and buckled his belt, ripping a final fart towards your direction before leaving.

You stew in the stench, working on your paperwork for the rest of the day.

The next day you return to the office, and your cubicle is empty. A note is taped on the outer wall.

"Congratulations! You've been promoted. We here at ST. INC will implement a new policy to help boost office morale. To help clear the air in the office, you're tasked to serve as all of the men's fart filters. They're allowed to dispose of their gas without warning. And all of your office items are located in the men's room. Thank you."

It was signed off by your boss.

Before you could ask him about it, a coworker yanked you by the hair to his ass and ripped a nasty one in your face. And you take it. A line formed behind him. And a stinky future ahead of you.

[gassyguss-deactivated20241018]

Would you play this game with me? If so, describe how you think it would go ;) You rip farts on my face and I try to guess what you ate. if I guess wrong, I stay under your ass for another 20min and breathe you in. if I guess right, you let me go. And the longer I stay under you guessing incorrectly, the greater the possibility your farts turn to sharts and eventually if I don't guess correctly in time…. Well, I guess we'll have to play and find out.

Yeah, assface? I’m game.

I’d take a lot of pleasure in knowing that you’re most likely gonna lose. Especially since I’d lie about what I ate just to keep you under my hole. 🤷🏽‍♂️

“Sorry dude. Wrong again.” *brrp-brr-BRRPPPppffs*

“Nope. Didn’t eat that either.” *pppfRRRRTTT*

“Nah. I had egg salad, not just eggs. And make sure to keep your mouth open too.”*ffffbbBBLLUURRRRPPpppfff*

By now, it’s been about an hour and I’ve saturated your lungs in my breakfast and lunch. Don’t worry though, dinner will be all over your face soon enough.

Around on your fourth (wrong) guess, I started to feel a little… warm.

“Nope. Wrong again man. And hey, can you stick your tongue out this time? I wanna feel it on my hole when I push. Thanks.”

*pffs-pffss-pppfffss-schlk*

I hear a gag.

I’m under the impression that my fart was a bit wetter than usual, but you don’t seem to mind. If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t still be sitting there with your mouth open wide right?

“ Mhmm. Okay. Get ready for me, assface.”

At this point I’m not gonna hold back anymore, but I think you’d like that.

“Shi-*fffrrbBBRRPPLLLLCCKKKKPPpprrbllp* -iit”

Jesus. Dude, you’re fucking painted in my guts. Good thing I had Mexican earlier.

*pllbbllckk*

My hole clenches and throbs as it tries to pinch out any last remains, but I think I’m empty.

You’re still sputtering on my shit, and I take a few seconds to admire my work before getting you a towel. We should play again soon.

I turn to you one last time -

“Hey assface, I win.”

[like-apollo-deactivated20250503]

Have you ever sniffed a fart from a guys bare asshole?

One day I was rimming a friend. He was squatted over my face and I got high purely from the smell of his musky ass. I could tell he didn’t wipe enough that day and he also didn’t shower beforehand.

After about 30 minutes, he told me to move my head but didn’t say why. I decided to keep eating him out but he eventually stood up and said “you almost took my fart to the face.” I told him I wouldn’t mind taking it to the face. He looked surprised but then a smirk appeared across his face. I asked him to sit back down and he did. I started eating him out again and he let a small fart out right in my mouth. I lost control and started moaning in his ass. He just laughed and asked me if I liked it. Then he pushed out bigger farts in my mouth all night.

After that, things escalated. He let me take his farts almost every night. He kept his ass musty for me on purpose. We would shower together and he wouldn’t wash his ass. Instead he would press my face against it and make me clean it with my tongue.

He wouldn’t wipe after taking a dump and I would find him naked on my living room couch, kneeling on the cushions with his ass checks spread open. I used to bury my face in his dirty ass and eat him out as he would release more gas in my face with the smell amplified as it passed through his shitty hole.

At night I would sleep with my head buried in between his butt cheeks under the blankets. He used to fall asleep, but would let out farts through the night.

I would give him head while he sat on the toilet taking a shit. The smell was intoxicating and he knew I was addicted. He leaned back and lifted his legs on my shoulders so I could wipe his ass with my tongue.

We got a rim chair and I would sit under his ass for hours as he played video games or scrolled on his phone casually letting out rancid farts in my face.

Eventually I became his toilet. He demanded me to sit under the rim chair and he would sit on top and shit in my mouth. He used to come over my house just to use me to use the bathroom. He would fill my mouth and ask me how it tastes.

Then he started inviting his friends over so they could take turns using my face as their fart cushion and personal toilet. I became their permanent butt slave, taking everything that came out of it.

[gashotbox]

i think being clingwrapped to someones ass while they have the worst gas is the hottest thing ever. having your head firmly wedged between two massive, sweaty, hairy cheeks that smell like they’ve never been washed and your nose pressed to a filthy, unwiped asshole with no escape is an absolute dream position for me. you’d be on your hands and knees for just about the entire day, forced to follow them around and be their personal fart sniffer no matter how raunchy they start smelling. your face is basically their underwear for the day. about halfway through the day, their gas begins to get warmer and wetter and so much smellier. “mmm baby, i’m gonna need to take a biiiig, steamy dump soon,” they’d moan as they shook their ass, your head going with it as you tried to whimper out a plea to not be their toilet. “what’s that, baby? you want to be my toilet? you want me to drop my stinky shit right on your face?” you try shaking your head, but your fate is already sealed as you hear the crackling of the shit coming out. they start letting out exaggerated groans as they push and push each steamy log out one by one. you yelp and try to squirm out of the clingwrap, which only results in chunks of shit in your mouth and smeared all over your face. “that felt soo good honey, i’m so glad you’re that eager to eat up my shit too!” they say with a laugh as they continue to go about their day. you groan and accept that you might hate it today but by tomorrow, you’ll be begging to be nothing but a piece of their toilet paper again. - 💕

this is so ridiculously erotic like goddd. are you trying to kill me? but holyy fuuckk .. 🥴🥴 you can’t even see hear or smell anything but their ass. slimy rim of their shithole slipping n sliding all around your face as you’re wrapped up against it, snug and tight. and even when the clingwrap starts to fog and your vision is blurry with tears they’re just laughing and giggling in delight; making sure to get your mouth wide open as they spread their legs and push—hole gaping open just enough to fit that slugdgy hot log down your throat.