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@payslave
Dorm room fart jock
I don’t know if you remember me: a few months ago I submitted a post looking for a fart slave as my farts and B.O. stink up my dorm room. I then got kicked off Tumblr and had my account deactivated, then got really busy with finals and such. But I’m back. So if my fellow fart master here could share this post to let all these slaves know I’m back, I’d really appreciate it. Still looking for a fart slave to sniff my gas while I jack off, watch Netflix, and do homework.
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Deal. Guys? Hit him up.
Yes please.
Speak up faggot, u sound like u have a foot over ur mouth.
My first stinkface.
Me and Marc, aged 16, at the park doing bets and wagers with a forfeit if you lost - simple game, whoever didn’t get the basketball in the hoop after the person before did then they lost. Too give an idea of the scene, both white guys I was a closet gay he seemed to be as well but didn’t ever reveal it although I could tell he was loving every minute of it). We made a deal that the forfeit would be 30 seconds of bare ass to the face with a kiss to both cheeks and the crack, fart to the face, and an additional one of your choice. The game began, I lost (too my obvious disappointment…*sarcasm*). Marc made me get on my knees in front of his ass, as he slowly pulled down his trousers and boxers revealing his soft white ass. I could tell he was loving ever minute of it as he giggled and wiggled it around my face saying pucker up and kiss my ass. He grabbed the back of my head and made sure my mouth, nose and of course face was pushed right up against the crack of his ass. My face was swallowed by his ass cheeks and I could feel my nose firmly on his crack. The smell was amazing, but I made sure he didn’t know that. Marc kept shaking his ass saying he was stinkfacing me, and when the 30 seconds was up he let go but didn’t tell me to get up as we weren’t finished. I then placed my lips against both of his cheeks till he said to stop, and then he spread his cheeks apart revealing a slightly hairy ass hole and he told me to kiss his crack. That’s when the worst happened. I placed my lips on his ass hole and could taste the stench of his ass…which got worse when he farted on my lips, literally all I could smell was his fart on my face. He then said that was enough of the kissing, but because I was in that position he made sure he gave me an extra bit of ass to the face by rubbing his ass crack in my face - so I was basically getting a bare ass crack stinkface. Oh did I say that was the worst? Well, here comes the additional thing of his choice. At this point I had his bare ass on my face, his bare ass crack on my face, I’ve kissed his cheeks and crack, oh and he’s farted basically on my face and in my mouth straight out of his crack and up my nose. To finish off he said, “I’ve decided that the final thing will be this…you have to lie down (on this spider sculpture thing) with your head pointing up and I get to pull my cheeks apart and sit directly on your face for 1 minute crack to nose/mouth and if I need to fart I can.” I agreed, as I had no choice, and exactly that happened. I had his ass hole literally on my nose, and he would jiggle it around making sure my nose went up his crack. He farted about 4 times, each getting worse and worse. He stopped midway through the 1 minute, and said if I licked from the top of his ass over the crack and to the bottom then that was it…I agreed. I literally licked his bare ass crack! Once this was all over, it happened again a few more times both from me and him, and despite never taking it further (in a gay sexual sense) we always loved the secrecy and enjoyment of making eachother kiss our asses. I truly did suffer the worst, but also best stinkface ever. I can still smell his ass crack now…
Once you’ve licked someones feet, and showered in their piss, you are never the equal of that person ever again.
Once a boy has been used by another in that manner… he can never again be viewed by that person from anything other than a subordinate position.
Good morning faggot … sleep well?
Helping the fag overcome its fear of deep water, one way or the other
Restrained And Smothered
-CHAPTER ONE-
As I lay their motionless I knew there was nothing I could do. My arms and feet were tied to the bed, and I was lying on my back in the dark. Right away I knew it was going to be a long night. I could hear my drunk friends laughing upstairs. I knew it was a bad idea to come to this party, but I couldn’t control myself. I needed to be around people, but I didn’t want to drink. I wanted to meet a nice girl to talk to, and who knows? But what I wanted to happen and what happened are two completely different things.
I arrived at the party fashionably late. I looked around and everyone was either jamming music or drinking their asses off. I mingled with random people and just was trying to be a friendly person. Then I saw her, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, one of thoes playboy bunny types, and she was looking right at me. I felt my cock rise up slowly, just by looking at her. I walked up to her and was ready to say the greatest thing thing that would sweep her off her feet but I managed to say was…
“Hi.” “Hey…” “Cool party….eh? ” “Yep…” A conversation that should have never started. Out of nowhere a jockey looking guy of about 23 walks up to me pissed! Now I’m not gay but if I was this guy would be the “catch.” Beautiful face, with blue gorgeous eyes, chiseled chin, and luscious lips. But what was more overwhelming was his body. HIS BODY, all the way down to his rock hard abs down his torso, to his ass. I could not stop staring at his ass, which was so firm and bubbly. I don’t know how else to explain it. His bulge was showing in his low cut jeans, and he was just a walking dream….for a gay guy.
But he walked up to me and right away you would be able to tell, that he was not happy..
“Hey!” He yelled..(DAMN even his voice was, his dominating voice, pierced my ears) “What the fuck do you think you are doing talking to my girlfriend?” Right away I knew I had made a mistake…but for some reason I couldn’t think straight… “Sorry man I didn’t know”…was what I should have said. I could have avoided EVERYTHING if I had only said that…but what I said was… “I don’t see your name on her!” WHAT? Looking back that didn’t even make sense. She wasn’t something to own!! “I’M NOT SOMETHING TO OWN!” She shouted. “What did you just say you motherfucker? ” “I said, she doesn’t belong to you. I can flirt with whoever the hell I want to!” “Really…well why don’t you just flirt with my cock!”
And at this he punched me in the face knocking the life out of me and sent me crashing to the floor, flat on my back. Immediately everyone crowed around us, like it was a high school fight, or some shit, and he fell, with all his weight onto my chest. He took his hand, grabbed my head and shoved it into the seams of his jeans where his cock laid. I tried to pull away but it was no good. “There you go bitch! FLIRT IT UP! Make sweet love to my dick cocksucker!” “STOP PLEASE, I DIDN’T MEAN TO” was what I was trying to say, but all he could hear was mphhhhphpphphphhHEL PmphhhhhhhhSTOPm phhhh “What’s that cocksucker? I can’t hear you! Your face is up my crouch! Speak up you fucking wimp!”
Right away I knew I had to get this guy off me, but I struggled with all my might with no use. He just laughed saying “It’s gonna be a long night for you faggot. I may not own Juliet, but I’m gonna OWN YOU!” At that note I was petrified… but there was nothing I could do.
After awhile he grew tired of my face in his dick so he decided to change the game….and this is why I am lying on a bed in the dark naked…. “Hey buttmuncher, would you like a bite of my ass?” and at this he pounded his ass full weight on top of my face. I got a head rush with all the weight that was lying on top of my face. “Lets see how long I can sit here, before you pass out!” He laughed, and everyone shouted YEAH! I was just trying to hold my breath for as long as I could and he knew that, and he adjusted that but standing up and falling onto my chest, causing me to release all of my air and he swiftly smashed his ass back on my face with the little hick breath I got. Now I could smell his ass fully. The rankness of it all through the jeans, and now I was falling short of breath. Worse, I could feel his ass puckering and his bowls beginning to open.
“Hey assmuncher! I got a nice present for ya!“And at this he let loose a long disgusting fart on my face. Now I already couldn’t breath and here he is farting on my face, so what air I can mange to get, is now the smell of his ass, yet again. "Man I could sit here forever!” He bragged. “I hope you like the smell of my ass, cause its all you will be smelling for a long, LONG time!. And he farted again, cept this one made my nose burn and smell was unbearable. I held back a gag reflex, and I could feel things getting dizzy. "Aw don’t leave me just yet.” I heard him say. “I’m just getting started!” At that he rose a few inches away from my face. He had me in a reverse school boy pin and he slowly began to lower his jeans. “You fucked with the wrong person tonight man.” He said laughing, along with the whole crowd.
There it was. Before me was this God’s ass, covered in nothing but a thin clad of cloth. and in the middle was a brown skid mark. I remember it, because it was that last thing I saw before I passed out. He lowered his underwear ass onto my face and sat full weight. He then started to rock, back and forth, back and forth. I could feel his hard dick, rubbing against my chest. I could hear the crowd laughing their asses off. I could smell, the rankness that came out of his ass. While he rocked, harder and harder, faster and faster, he farted multiple times. He did nothing but laugh and taunt me from above. “Smells great doesn’t it motherfucker. YEAH. I’ll teach you, you son of a bitch. This is it for you. YEAH. OH GOD this is great for me, how about you? How’s the fucking smell? Is it everything you thought it would be? Yeah you fucking fag, I saw you eyeing my ass…well now you have it. All over your fucking face. YEAH that’s right motherfucker. Now you can smell my ass all the time. Your my fucking slave now. I OWN YOU!.” and he kept rocking and rocking faster and faster. My head was jerking, and I was turning red. My breath was gone. My lungs were screaming for air, but he wouldn’t get up. He just kept riding my face laughing and taunting, and all I could do was lie there motionless under his ass. I felt everything go numb. The sounds of his taunting and the laughter of the crowd was dieing out. Everything began to become a faint whisper. I knew it…this was the end. I am going to die under this mans ass, and there is nothing I can do. I felt everything I was leave me and I felt nothing. I saw nothing. Blackness. Everywhere.
And here we are. Me lying on a bed, tied up. I am breathing very hard, and I am scared. I just wanted to enjoy a party and now I am strapped to a bed in the dark with nothing on, scared for my life. I hear footsteps coming down the stair and the horrible, yet beautiful voice fills me dreaded ears again…“Hey faggot. Glad to see you are finally up.” The light is bright as he just turned it on.. I see him walking down the steps completely naked, walking toward me grinning. “I know how much you enjoyed my ass back there, and now…the nights just begun. I have so many plans for my new ass licker…and you are gonna fulfill all of my wildest desires. You will refer to me as SIR. Nothing more, nothing less. If you do not call me SIR then I shall punish you. Now lets have some fun."He slowly makes his way toward me and sits down on my chest again. I feel like I am experiencing desavu as he slowly backs his ass up toward my face, waiting to smother me once again…..
-CHAPTER TWO-
As I laid there, his bare naked ass Inched closer and closer to my face. I felt like crying, but my tears would fall on death ears. I only wished I didn’t say what I said. If only I didn’t go to the party. My brain was full of thoughts as the smell of his bare ass was right on my neck. He suddenly started laughing, his ass wiggling on my neck.
"Before I smother you with my perfect ass on your pussy face, I gotta tell ya I’m thrilled you talked to my girlfriend. I didn’t think I would ever get someone I could smother in my ass over and over again. You are the luckiest slave in the world!”
On the word world he released a long, gassy fart on my neck that went striaght into my nose. The smell was worse then any fart I had ever smelt. It smelt different this time. There was a stronger smell.
“wow! That did not take long slave….I had some baked beans and deviled eggs, and some other good gassy food, just for you…ehhh” he got up a little off my neck and a giant fart blast erupted from his hole and blew at my face. The smell was unbearable…I could almost taste it. Only inches from his ass and already my gag reflex was acting up. I was in Hell.
Laughing extreamly hard he let out 2 more enormous farts over my face. “Oh no man..” he said suddenly. “your not smelling my farts. Your not getting the full sorce of it…how abou this. Each time I fart you take a massive wiff!”
“no way man!” I found my voice. There was no way I was going to sniff his nasty ass farts. I was compleay against it.
“Well if you don’t sniff my farts Ill just sit on your face naked and smother you to death.” he said simply.
“if I smell your farts….will you let me go?”
“Sure man! Sniff some good massive farts and I’ll set you free.”
I had no chance. My only way to get out of this mess was to sniff farts from his ass. Then I could get the hell out of dodge. “Alright…” I said weakly. “I’ll sniff your…farts.”
Swiftly, his fist hit my chest. “ehhh wrong answer. You should relply yes master, I love sniffing your farts master.”
My chest killing me I replied, of course master….I’m….I’m sorry master.
Please let me sniff your farts. I love them master of mine.“
"Now how could I say no to a pussy face like that??” At that he raised his leg pointing his ass striaght at my nose. I could have sworn I saw green fumes coming out fro
under his ass, as a huge fart blast could be heard all through out the empty room. “smell that fart pig!” he said dominatly. He punched my chest again I took on a huge gull of fart gas I toy lungs. I thought I was going to be sick. The smell was like rotten eggs that had been sitting on baked beans topped off with he smell of shit, all mixed into one in my mouth. “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh that was one.” he said evilily. “I’ve got alot more gas where that came from…” he got up and then sat on my neck agan facing my face, his dick right in my face now, twitching. His smell, his cock smelled like it hadn’t been washed in days. I could see the cheese on his balls and forskin, the smell strong and dominate.
His legs raised on both sides And I felt his pucker on my neck. “here’s TWO! ” h said as the worst, loudest, most horrifiyng fart erupted from his ass cheeks, making my whole body vibrate and stink. I was almost crying, he was lauhing.
“You know…. I thought by sniffing my farts from my ass was enough to get the full experiance of my farts….but now I think im just sit on your face and fart and smother you in my ass. Hahaha!”
I think I stopped breathing from just fright alone. “Nnno!” I croaked. “You said you would let me go if I sniffed your farts!!!”
“I lied.” he said simply. “Where you really stupid enough to think I’d let you go?? IM
going to destroy you slave! My big smelly ass is going to eat you alive and smother you in ass fumes, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
At that statement I knew I wasn’t going home. He then swiftly moved his ass closer to my face and smashed down on me with his naked ass. He started to move back and forth trying to get snug, to get my nose deep in his ass, deep in his hole. It didn’t take long for him to start blasting my nose with farts from left to right. While farting his speed Increased, riding my face faster and faster. I did all I could to move my head but my nose was stuck in his hole, just the way he liked it. It was only after the last giant fart, tha. My lungs started screaming for air. He just kept riding my face faster.
“ohhh…. Ohhhh shit slave….I feel you strugling and it’s…..ohhhh turnin me on!” he breathed very heavyly. He must have been stroking his penis. He was really getting off on this.
I started screaming in ass, desperate for air, but all I got wad a blast of butt gas from his ass. And laughter from my master.
“YOU can scream all you want slave, but my ohhhh my ass Is going to knock you out. Put you to sleep, I’m gonna smother your fuckin face, tell you go numb, tell everything goes blury. And when you finally wake, your vison restored, you’ll see my huge ass ove your face, waiting to start all over again!!!”
He started to ride my face really fast now. He would often raise his ass in the air and smash it down to my face, crushing my skull. He was such a butch man, with the beefest ass I had eve seen, And I was losing it all. Because as I was being smothered unconscious, I knew that I hated this, but I was betrayed by my erect penis. I remember his shouting “look who’s getting excited now, you fucking faggot!”
and then I blacked out, smothering under his once more….
-CHAPTER THREE-
My sight slowly started to come back. My head was reeling. It felt like I had just awaken from a terrible dream. I tried to move but I was still strapped to the king size bed. I was alone. I also noticed that I came. Nothig but fresh cum was all over my exposed penis. This was indeed a nightmare…the scariest part…was hay I wasn’t asleep…but why was I so turned on by all of this. I turned my head to see the clock. 2.40 pm.
He must be in classes. I bucked and tugged, and try to do anything I could to move, but it was to no avail. I was trapped. “HELP!” I screamed. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?“ nothing but silence. All I could do is wait…for my master to get home…
"no way man!” said chuck. “that’s the sickest thing I ever heard.”
SIR just laughs flaunting. “I lowered my naked ass onto his face and smothered him to the edge man. He didn’t stand a chance. He’s strapped to my fucking bed.
"so you have your own personal ass licker?”
“and fart sniffer!” he added cruely. “I make sure to eat the gassiest of foods before his torture begins. And there’s nothing he can do but embrace it all. The sick ducker got off on las night, as he passed out under my ass.” SIR took another bite of his burrito and smiled.
“this is why I brought you here, to the sickest Mexican restraunt on campus. You are going to Join me tonight in his torture session. With your fat ass, he won’t have a chance!” he chuckeled at his own cruel humor.
“heeeyyy watch it on the weight jokes!” chuck said biting into his beans. “I’m trying to loose weight.”
“shutup you fatfuck! Your trying to loose weight just as much as i’m trying to set that fucker free.” he looked around for the waitress and called to her. “two more burritos for me and my fatfuck!”
“your going to have a lot of gas I you keel eating like that.” she said worried but none the less writing done the orders.
“counting on it.” he said with a smirk.
7.00 pm and still no sign of anything. How much longer was I supposed to sit here. I was gettig so hungry. Having already pissing on myself…I felt so helpless.
“hey fart face!!! I’m hoooommmmeee!”
SIR stood at the door way, in tight ass jeans. “ gAh I am so fucking bloated for eating all that Mexican food! I really need a place to sit down and let loose all this…gas.” on the word gas a monster of fart blew out of him. I could smell the smell all the wAy from the bed. It had to be the most God awful thing I had ever smelled. Straight up shit.
“whew! God damn! That stung!” he laughed jumping on the bed over me starig down at my face. “ are you fucking crying?” he said shocked.
“please master.” I said as I found my voice. “you’re farts are the worst. I can’t take this anymore…I’m scared. Scared of dying under your farting ass. Please. Just le me go sir. PlllleeeeAaaassseee. I’m fucking begging you!”
“you know what…” he said win concern in his voice. He turned around facing the door. Was he thinking of leaving, maybe letting me go. Standing still on the bed he spoke. “I never thought about that before.. Like I can’t belive I didn’t realize it. I’m playing God. I’m chooseing if you live or die…that’s such a scary situation for anyone” he turned his head over his shoulders staring in my eyes. Instintly his look of concern turned I to a smirk, a devilish smile…“and fuck does that turn me on! Having power! Having you fear my ass! Oh shit! I’m not letting you go!”
He slowly lowered his Jean covered ass onto my face, laughing, evil laughter. It seemed forvever for his ass to rest on my face. Once there i felt his ass pucker and a loud fart exploaded out of his ass straight up my nose. I started caughing, gagging.
“get use to it slave! This ass is full of wonderful gas to share on you face!” he let another fart go, this one louder and smellier then the last. My head felt light, I was suffering, dieing, in these farts.
He sa on my face in jeans for about 30 mins hen stood up, lowering his jeans, showing his skidmarked underwear, to my face. “ time for phase 2! It’s time for you to be punished slave, for pissing in my fucking bed!”
shit I almost forgot that I had done that, but what was the worse he could do? He already had compleatly degraded me!
“this bed cost me 500 dollars slave. 500 fuckin dollars. I was thinking, while I sat on your face, a cruel way to punish you….I mean I already make you smell my farts, I could beat you but I’m not sure that’s cruel enough…I could fuck you, but your faggy ass may like that too much…and then it came to me…”
SIR suddenly started to jump on his bed higher and higher. All I could see was him getting serious hight. Then without warning I saw his ass hurling toarwd me at insane speed. His ass crushed only my face, and I felt my whole head go numb.
“one.” he said continuing to jump. Again his underwear ass came crushing to my face, my whole face was pounding. He was going to kill me. “two.” each time, his ass fell to my face, and each time I felt my cranium crushed by power, speed and force. The torture seem to go on forever…he was right. This was the perfect punishment.
“333” he said laughing his ass smashing harder on my face and farts fireing out. I could do nothing but lay there staring at the ass that was going to crush me agai. And again. “401” like an acrobat he jumped up in mid air an removed his underwear, causing his naked ass to smash down on my trapped face, farts coming out. I could now smell him…all of him, for a brief second, and then his ass would falm to my face again. Over and over and over….
“481” after this point each time he landed he made sure to land with all his weight on me, and always produce a long fart, grind his ass in my face, and jump back up to commence the tortue. The last crushes seemed to last forever, because he dragged it out win smelling farts an grinding his naked ass.
“498” SLAM Bbbbbbrrrrtttt
“499” SLAM Bbbbbbbbbbrrrrrtttttttttttttt
at the last smash he made sure to jump extra high and SLAM!!!
“500” he said lettin looses the loudest smelliest monster of A fart yet. “ahhhhb considered yourself punished…listen you little fucker, if you ever fucking piss in my bed agai , I wim break your fucking skull!!” he stayed on my face, farting over and over again…I had the worst headache known to man.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “ohhh…” said sir. he raised off my face And answered the door. “we hello good fat friend chuck! So good of you to make it!” he said smiling. Fat was an understatement for this guy. A 300 something pound man, entered the room. “hope your fag fart sniffe is ready, cause I got so e nasty ones for him.” he said removing his shorts, revealing his white/brownish underwear. He lifted his leg And BBBBBBBBBrRRRTTTTPPPPPPPP came out and panicked. He stepped onto the bed, and I felt the whole bed seem to lean down. He turned around, facing this huge ass at my face. “hope your ready for this fag.” came SIRS voice. “If you were scared of my ass killing you, I can only inmagine what your thinking now!”
Chucks ass slowly lowered to my face and my whole head was Inveloped Into the cotton confines of his ass hole.
Down and kiss the ground, faggot.
No better place for a faggot’s head than controlled underneath a Man’s foot
20 Ways to Use Shit Pigs and Scat Fags
Scat. Although it’s a near-universal “limit” for most Men and fags alike, the truth is: Even those who insist “no scat” have fantasized about it at some point or another — even if they’re not willing to admit it out loud. Here’s another truth: Whether they’re “into” it or not is irrelevant. The reality is that superior Alpha Men have a right to use inferior faggots however they wish, and to have everything about them — everything on their bodies, and everything from their bodies — worshipped by said faggots. Although it can be erotic for some, there doesn’t have to be anything sexual about it. Ultimately, it’s about power, control, hierarchy and the natural, biological order between Men and fags. Every Man should therefore be open to the idea of having a toilet fag (if only for the purpose of relieving His bodily functions), and every fag must be prepared for the day that they must answer the call of toilet duty. For some, that day may never come. For others, it may have already passed. Either way, it’s in the spirit of that day that i answer the numerous requests i’ve received on this topic from my followers by presenting the following list of 20 ways to use shit pigs and scat fags:
Go a few days without showering and minimal to no wiping, then make Your faggot sniff — and then clean — Your dirty shithole.
Wear the same pair of white briefs for a week or several weeks. When the inside of them is more yellow and brown than white, make Your faggot suck on Your skidmarks and shit stains to get all the flavor out of them.
Take a shit. Instead of wiping, finger Your dirty hole, then wipe it on Your faggot’s upper lip. Let Your shit swipe dry there so the fag can smell Your stink in his nostrils all day long.
Sit on the toilet and make Your faggot suck Your cock while You take a dump. This is called a blumpkin. Enjoy it. Then, after, sit on Your faggot’s face and use his tongue as toilet paper.
Take a shit. Fish Your turd out of the toilet and use it like a marker to write “faggot” or “pig” on Your faggot’s forehead.
Collect a pair of Your faggot’s underwear. Take a shit in them. Make him wear them either while he services You, while he does chores for You or while he’s out running errands. Feeling Your warm shit in his fag-orifices will be a strange and exciting sensation.
Shit into a plastic sandwich baggy. Place the baggy into Your faggot’s facecunt with the opening taped to the outside of his mouth. Then, tape the faggot’s mouth shut, completely covering both his facepussy and the opening of the sandwich baggy. Proceed to fuck the faggot, spank him, edge him — anything that doesn’t require his mouth. While You use the rest of his body for Your pleasure, he’ll remain hopelessly fixated on the bag of shit in his mouth. He won’t taste it, but he’ll feel it. And it will make him feel pathetic.
Take a shit in the toilet. Make Your faggot bob for Your turds like apples.
Order Your faggot to hold his hands out, cupped, like a beggar begging for food. Shit into his hands. Order him to masturbate in front of You while You watch, using Your shit as lube.
Take a shit on Your faggot’s chest. Use your hands to smear it onto his face and body, like bodypaint. Or, make the faggot do the smearing himself.
Sit on the faggot’s face and order him to give You a rimjob. Eventually, sit down firmly and start shitting. You can warn him first, if You like. Or not. Either way, make him eat it.
Stretch Your faggot’s hole. Use your fingers, fist, cock, toys — whatever it takes to get it loose, open and gaping. Take a shit, then “re-pack” it into Your faggot’s hole, which should be loose enough to smuggle Your turds in. You can use a turkey baster or similar implement to assist You if necessary.
Invite some buddies over. Each of You take a shit on a plate. Blindfold Your faggot, give him a fork or spoon, and make him take a bite from each plate. It’s a blind taste test, and he must correctly match each turd to its owner. If he fails, he will be punished severely. Perhaps he has to eat the entire plate of shit that he guessed incorrectly, for instance. Or perhaps You will just beat him. It’s up to You and Your buddies!
Take a shit in Your faggot’s shoes. Make him go for a walk around the block.
Take a shit into a popsicle mold, or an ice cube tray. Freeze it. Next time Your faggot is over, make him lick the frozen treat — the “poopsicle” — You’ve made for him. (This works especially well when You have loose stools.)
Make Your faggot demonstrate proper blowjob technique on one of Your turds. (This works especially well when You have a hard, firm stool.)
Give Yourself an enema; release Your shitwater all over Your faggot’s body and/or face. Tell him You’re baptizing him.
Fuck Your faggot’s dirty, shit-filled cunt, then make him suck Your dirty cock clean.
Make Your faggot dinner. Substitute Your shit for one of the main ingredients. Make him eat and enjoy.
Harvest one of Your turds from the toilet, wrap it in plastic wrap, then freeze it. When it’s frozen and firm, use it as a dildo and fuck Your faggot with it. Or, make Your faggot fuck himself with it while You watch. If You like, You can save several turds and pack them together to form a bigger dildo.
For every faggot who wishes to one day serve me, I expect you to memorize this list. I haven’t done all of these, but I’ve definitely done #11 and #13 a handful of times.
Amazeballs
Bro, da and uncle
Mark was the youngest of three brothers, and they lived with his father and Uncle Tom. Being a male dominated house, there was (quite naturally) a lot of farting, whether just casually or as a prank. Being the youngest, Mark found himself the usual target of these pranks, especially regarding his older brothers, Jim and Paul, who he shared a room with. One day, the boys had decided to make a den in their bedroom, which they would then sleep in at night. It was by no accident that Jim and Paul decided to place Mark in between them, so that they could torture him with gas later in the night. “Night guys!” said Mark, making himself snug and closing his eyes. The lights went out and all was silent for a few moments. PPHHARRRPPP!!! Paul had just ripped a huge fart and started wafting it right in Mark’s direction. “Oh, god Paul, that stinks!” Mark groaned, turning to face Jim and finding himself face first inside Jim’s butt crack before he could even speak. “Oh, I got him in my arse Paul!” Jim roared with laughter, holding the helpless Mark against his crack. “MPPHHH!” Mark groaned for freedom. “I think he wants you to fart on him,” Paul suggested. “MPPHHH!!” “Look, he even said please,” Paul laughed. “Well, if he wants farts then, oh,” PHHARRRRPPP!!! “Ahh, he’ll get ‘em! How does that smell, fart face?” Mark was too humiliated to speak. His brothers often farted in his face and he knew by know that squirming was no way to get free. They’d let him go when they got bored and so he just took it, breathing in the farts just like his brothers wanted. When Jim was done farting, he passed a dazed Mark over to Paul, who let rip a barrage of blasting, stinky and wet farts right into Mark’s mouth. It was so loud, the sound of the trumps echoed down Mark’s throat as he swallowed them, making his brother’s cry with laughter. Mark felt so stupid, just taking it like that, but what choice did he have? Finally, Paul finished and Mark was free to return to sleep. Unfortunately, while no gas was being ripped in his face, Mark’s brother’s were filling the den with their manly, musky, farty smell. It was truly terrible and the sounds of them trumping never seemed to end. Mark had to get out. “Where do you think you’re going?” Paul asked when Mark tried to leave. “I’m not sleeping in here with you two farting every two seconds!” Mark complained. “I’ve had enough!” “I don’t think so!” Paul retorted hotly. “If you want to go then you have to do something for us first.” At this point, he and Jim grabbed Mark so that he couldn’t escape. Paul then proceeded to whisper instructions into Mark’s ears. As he heard them, a tear shed down the poor boys face; but he would do it if it could mean a night of freedom. Both Jim and Paul were on all fours, their backsides high in the air. Mark crawled across the den, placing his face inches away from Jim’s arse. “May I smell your bottom?” he asked. “Urgh! You dirty bastard!” Jim faked disgust. “I bet you want me to fart in your face too, don’t you?” “Yes please,” Mark said stupidly, nearly crying. “Get in there then!” Mark pressed his face into his brother’s arse and took one deep long wiff. It already reeked of the sprouty farts that Jim had been releasing earlier; the smell must have really stained the fabric of his pants, for no matter how hard Mark sniffed, the smell wouldn’t go. Jim also started rubbing his arse into Mark’s face, no doubt smearing the fart smell onto Mark too. “Here comes the fart!” Jim warned and sure enough it came: an immense gust of putrid wind, a gale force fart that blew back Mark’s hair and made his eyes water, while he smelled it deeply. When the initial wave of gas ended, he removed his face from his brother’s arse, said “Thank you,” and kissed his brother’s arse, just in time to have his lips farted on. Mark then proceeded to Paul’s arse. “Paul; I really want you to fart on me,” he said. “Why? Do you like the way it smells?” “Yes, I love the smell of farts, Paul,” “Then you wouldn’t mind if I do this,” and with that, Paul pulled down his boxers, revealing his bare and hairy arse to his younger brother. “That’ll let you have more of the smell that you love.” Mark knew he had to sound grateful and he thanked Paul for his kindness, gently placing his nose into his brother’s crack, resting it on his anus. “Prepare yourself, fart boy!” Paul said. Mark just had time to let out a small whimper before Pauls’ anus puckered on his nose and opened to shoot a mega trump right into Mark’s nostrils. Paul held Mark’s head in his crack. “SNIFF IT!!” he ordered, before letting out another three farts, which Mark smelled as best as he could. He then did as he had done for Jim, he kissed Paul’s arse and thanked him for his farts. He heard the boys laughing as he left the room to find somewhere else to sleep. Mark entered his Dad’s bedroom. There were a lot of boxes about as they had just moved house and so little room to sleep on the floor. Mark was about to go elsewhere when his dad woke and told him he could share the bed with him if he wanted. Despite being a little old for such things (Mark was fourteen) he was exhausted and so he did. The two laid in bed, with Mark’s dad facing away from his son. Mark was happy, finally free of farts and ready for sleep.PHLORP! A wet fart erupted from beneath the duvet covers. Mark’s dad sniggered. Mark knew what was coming. He went terribly pale and let out a tiny defensless yelp, as covers came cascading over his head, sealing him in a dutch oven. To recap from the last part of this story, Mark is the fart cushion of his family, who all love to torture him ceaselessly with their gas. He had just been forced to endure the gas of his brothers, Paul and Jim and after escaping them, went to his dad’s room. Unfortunately for him, his dad has just trapped him in a dutch oven, and the smell is beginning to overpower him already. “Pwoah! Dad! Let me out!” Mark screamed as the beef broth stench of his dad’s fart entered his nostrils. His dad laughed in reply. “I suggest you be quiet and take it son,” he said. “You don’t want your brothers to hear this do you? They might want in on the action.” “I suppose you’re right,” Mark moaned, resigned yet again to his stinky fate. “Of course I’m right. Now let me hear you take a big whiff.” SSSSNNNNNIIIIFFFF!!! “Good boy. Now I’m going to fart on you again, so get your face up my farthole ready for it boy.” “Yes dad,” Mark said, presenting his face to his father’s arse, subsequently planting his nose into his crack. “Hang on, back up a moment Mark. I just want to… that’s better. Right, you can get back in there now.” Mark daren’t move. His father had just pulled down his boxers to reveal his immensely hairy bottom and dirty bum hole to his son’s face. He couldn’t put his face in that. “I said,” Mark’s dad grappled his sons head in one hand and forced it into his crack. “Get in my arse. That’s a boy! You ready for some gas?” “MMPPHH!” “Don’t be too eager, I might have to get the boys in here if you want it that badly.” At this point in time, Mark wouldn’t have minded. His brother’s farts would smell like fresh tulips on a spring morning in comparison to whatever was about to erupt from his father’s already terribly smelly arse. “Right then Mark, here we go!” PPPPHHHARRRRPPP!!! “Ahhh, that’s a good one. Start smelling it boy.” Mark reluctantly did as he was told; not that he had a choice, what with his father still keeping his head locked in his arse, rubbing his buttocks back and forth, smearing the wet fart stains on his nose. “Jesus son, I never knew you were such a brown noser. Here, have this for your trouble,” BBRRRAARRRRPPP!!! PPLORRP!!! POOT!! PHHHARRRP!! That stream of farts caused the covers themselves to fill up with gas, not to mention how forcefully it vibrated against Mark’s face as he smelt those farts deeply, trying his best to smell it all as quickly as possible so that this torture could be over. Unfortunately for him, his father had been so relaxed by releasing the pressure of those farts, that he had rolled over, squashing his son’s face under his arse and fallen asleep. Mark could hear him snoring, and with each exhilation, his father let out a warm, pooting fart onto his son’s defenceless face. And so Mark lay there, immobile, smelling his dad’s farts as it was the only oxygen he had left to breath. As he did, he wondered why anyone would force their own child to endure such a torture as this. No wonder Mark couldn’t get a girlfriend; due to the amount of farts smothered into his skin, he pretty much smelt like a fart himself and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wash it off. He wondered how bad he would smell when the morning came, or if his father would even release him, because he so loved to wake his son up with a mouthful of fart. Fortunately, after three hours of face farts, Mark’s dad rolled over and once more, Mark could escape and this time, he decided to go downstairs to sleep in the living room where his uncle Tom slept, because Tom very rarely farted on him. The reason that Tom rarely farted on his nephew, was because he too had been the youngest of three brothers and had endured himself, endless days and nights of trumps ripped on his face by his mean brother’s, his father and their friends. They used to tie him up and fit a gas mask to his face, attached to which was a hose that split off into smaller hoses, which the guys stuffed down their pants and farted into, thus Tom was used to smelling up to eight different farts at any one time. They also used to see who could knock him out with their gas the quickest, who had the nicest smelling or tasting farts, and also made videos of Tom, seemingly breathing in their farts willingly, which they would show to any girls he brought home. All of this naturally led to Tom feeling a lot of sympathy for his fourteen year old nephew, however, it had also led to something else. A fart fetish. Yes, Tom had been face farted that many times that his nostrils soon became accustomed to the smell and he began looking forward to these face farting sessions with his family and friends. It seemed this happened to the youngest brother across all generations and often, the whole male side of the family would get together to fart on each others faces for hours on end. Even some of the men who weren’t the youngest liked to be face farted, but the youngest of each generation were never allowed to do the farting, and were always the most ridiculed as well, for if Tom wanted to smell some gas, he was forced to beg or even pay for the pleasure. His older brother Timothy however, need only ask and he’d get a big juicy one ripped tightly against his face. However, times were changing and as Tom watched his young nephew lie face up on the floor, he realised that he was no longer at the bottom of the run, not if he could turn Mark into a fartsniffer. And so, Tom rose, pulled down his underpants to reveal an immensely bubbly, soft arse and planted it onto his nephew’s face. Mark’s eyes opened, just in time to sight an anus pucker and rip a fart into his gaping mouth. “NOT AGAIN!” Mark thought to himself. During the space of a single evening, Mark had been forced to endure the farts of his brothers, then his father and now his Uncle Tom had just began letting loose in his nephew’s helpless face. PPPHHHARRRPP!!! “Suck it up lad,” Uncle Tom ordered, seeing Mark squirm to get away from the smell. “Embrace the gas. Love it!” Mark was truly terrified. Was his Uncle insane? How could anyone embrace the pleasure of being face farted? There was no pleasure in it at all, especially when the one farting on you had an enormous arse that was crushing your face, not to mention the sweat in his Uncle’s crack, mixed with the forests of hair that grew there. Mark found himself wishing he was back in the tent enduring the farts of his brothers, or even in the dutch oven his dad had given him just minutes ago. “Why is it always me?” Mark cursed as Uncle Tom released a powerful, shitty smelling fart up his nostrils. “Because you’re the youngest,” Uncle Tom explained. “It’s a tradition we have in this family. When I was your age I got the same treatment, but I learned to appreciate your father’s farts, as well as my fathers and even your brothers. Don’t worry son, you’ll get used to it someday.” “Not if you let me go!” Mark pleaded. Uncle Tom let out a deep fart and sat firmly on his nephew’s face, silencing his pleas for release as well as sealing the poor kid with that truly horrific fart and those that would follow. Tom had discovered that one of the perks of being a family fart cushion was that inhaling so many farts made he himself, quite flatulent, to the point where he could pretty much fart at will. Mark was discovering this now, as he cried under his Uncle’s anus, which was bombarding his face with streams of powerful gas that would have sent him flying into the air had his Uncle not pressed all of his weight on him. To make matters worse, Tom decided to put on the television and he sat there watching it, casually passing gas on his nephew like he was nothing but a seat cushion. The flatulence was never-ending and each fart was longer and louder than the last, not to mention the stink which increased with the increasing sweatiness of Tom’s crack, to the point where Mark literally smelled like an anus himself. After a while, Mark began to accept that his Uncle was not going to release him and so he lay there and accepted his fate. “Ah, that’s the first step,” his Uncle said, though Mark was too busy breathing in the farty air to hear anything. “Accepting your place as the fart receptical. I’ll have you pleading for farts in no time boy.” And he let out a heartily wet fart, his stinkiest yet, but Mark just lay motionless and smelled it all. This fart session continued until the morning. Tom had actually fallen asleep, but Mark had not even tried to escape as he had with his father, not even when Tom rolled over, off of his face. Mark remained, his nose placed against his uncle’s anus, waiting to smell the remaining farts. Mark had no idea why he was doing this, he seemed sort of entranced almost, for even when day broke and his brothers came downstairs to see him sniffing his Uncle’s arse, he didn’t notice them. “What the hell are you doing?” Paul exclaimed. Mark didn’t respond, for Uncle Tom had released a fart and he had immediately started to sniff it deeply. Paul and Jim laughed out loud at this. “So you’ve decided that you like fart, huh bro?” said Jim. “Well get a load of this!” Jim lifted his leg and let out a ten second, tightly ripped fart, which got Mark’s attention and he stared at his brother’s arse. It was at this point that Mark truly realised what he had been doing, what he wanted to do now. He had enjoyed his Uncle’s gas, he loved the way it smelt, the way it made the tip of his nose vibrate, not to mention the deep, manly sound that the farts made. He also loved the fact that he was being humiliated, the fact that he was just taking these farts in the face without wincing, instead just sniffing or eating or rubbing his face in it. Now, as he stared at his brother’s jean clad arse, all he could think about was crawling up to it, placing his nose before Jim’s almighty anus and inhaling that fart. “Don’t just lie there bro!” Jim ordered. “Get over here and smell my farts!” Mark didn’t need telling again. He ran over to his brother, placed his nose in its rightful place and began smelling his farts, kissing his arse in praise of the beautiful trump before asking politely for another one, just as he had done the previous night in the tent. After that, his brother’s decided to tag team him, placing Mark into a fart sandwhich between their arses, ripping constant farts so loud that they woke their father up, who was delighted to see that his son had finally turned into a fart One of the best stories ever on GABF. Previously posted by I guy who I think may have been called Farteater, on the site I found this he was called PFWilson. Remember, I’ll send you a fart video for every full length story you upload http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/wink.gif