love me some face sitting

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Jacob

I guess Jacob has decided he’s going to tease me whenever we hang out. It’s honestly really difficult to survive being around him since I’ve been under his ass so many times. Lately he’s just forced me right onto my knees and makes me kiss and eat his rank hole. And the farts that I get in return, are so fucking rank, I’ve cummed so many times without my hand even touching my dick. It’s really embarrassing.

He acts like he owns me. Which, at this point, he might. He’ll pull his dick out and slap my face with his fat slab of meat and I take the hint. Sucking his dick was almost as much fun as inhaling his nasty farts.

Today, Jacob decided we were going to the ice cream place around the corner from his house. He wore these really tight orange shorts that hugged his ass. While waiting in line he was pretending to twerk as he backed up on me. It took all my strength not to pop a boner while standing in line. When we finally get through the line we find a booth.

Now typically when we go out together, we sit on opposite sides from each other. Not today though. He decided he was going to sit right next to me.

So, this god sits next to me and traps me in the corner of the booth and he casually eats his eye cream like he isn’t doing anything. I eye him suspiciously before eating my ice cream as well. His hand he’s not using to eat his ice cream goes to his ass and I don’t think anything of it. Probably just fixing his tight shorts. He moves his hand over my nose and you can smell that rank fart he just cupped.

I feel my will power just collapse as my dick stands at full attention. Jacob just gives me this cheeky ass grin as he snakes his free hand down to the front of my khaki shorts. “Don’t be too loud. I’d hate for us to get kicked out.” He squeezes my dick and I have to bite my lip to hold back a moan trying to escape. He keeps his grip on my dick and begins pumping me lightly. “You’re such a good boy for daddy. You gonna let daddy take care of you.” I nod my head rapidly and he chuckles lowly.

He turns away from me and focuses on his ice cream for a bit. His hand still on my crotch pumping up and down and up and down. My ice cream is melting down my hand, and I know I’m panting. He leans towards my ear. “You better eat your ice cream before it melts.” Jacob bites my ear and I start shooting a load of cum into my shorts. “Uh oh, seems like someone’s making a mess.” I look down to wear he’s looking and see a giant wet stain on the front of my shorts.

“Fuck.” I quickly dart my eyes around to see if anyone’s looking at us.

“Well, we better get going.” My eyes are wide as I watch Jacob get up. I can see the outline of his boner, but he has it tucked up into his waistband. “You might want to hurry, you don’t want to miss it once this ice cream goes through me.” He smacks his ass as he begins to walk out the door and I quickly jump up to follow.

I see the weird look one of the employees gives me but I ignore it as I run to catch up. There was no way in hell I was missing his ice cream farts.

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Bar experience

Eric had never tried anything outlandish before in his life. At every event he wore loose jeans and a fitted t shirt of no design. He ordered a coke or Pepsi when he was with family and he ordered the same brand of beer at the same bar three times a month when he went out with friends. He had casual relationships with women at work that ended benign. Not deep enough for them to not still say hello to him in the elevator. Now that he was in his mid thirties, his mundane life became less of a point of pride and more of a sharp stab. He was boring. How does a boring person change the rut of his life? Eric took to google and found some interesting ads, he typed the address of the bdsm bar Dominic’s and was on his way.

When Eric arrived his first thought was “I can’t see anything”. He moved further past a door, around a painted black concrete bend and entered a bizarre scene. Before him were stages, poles and horseless saddles being used by leather clad women pierced in every available part of skin. A man and woman duo were below the stage, spanking each other mercilessly and pulling people out from the tiny crowd to make it more interesting. The bar was even odder. Instead of seats there were poles and boxes along the granite, filled with people. Men and women alike sat on their knees, supported by a pole along their back and handcuffed there, heads tilted straight up. A few patrons sat at the bar, sipping beer on their human seats. They left their feet on the ground to lift and give their seat some air, then immediately sit back down and wiggle their hips to ensure their seat was back in their ass securely. Eric swallowed thickly.

Baby steps seemed like a good idea. This was not a typical scene for Eric. He decided to join the group of people gawking at dancing women for a bit, at the very back so he could go unseen. He shuffled over when a new man grabbed Eric and spun him around.

“Hey stud, wanna get out of here and try something else new? I promise I’ll be gentle” he grinned wickedly at Eric, from a half a foot height difference. The man was larger than even Eric’s well filled out frame, his shirt wasn’t a shirt but made of bangles, erect and scarred nipples poking through.

“I uh, actually just got here so… uh… I was gonna grab a drink, but thank you-er no thank you actually” Eric was stammering. The man’s grin dropped to a full on pout, Erics nervous reaction was fun, but still not the answer he was looking for. His eyes turned up straight over Eric and he shoved through the crowd looked for more fresh meat. Another arm materialized and wrapped around Eric’s shoulders, making him jump. He looked to the right and found a much shorter and stockier man with mischievous intention gleaming in his eyes and a boyish grin. It set Eric at rest some because this man didn’t have the same predator attribute as the other.

“Don’t worry about him. He gets off on nerves and you stick out here like a sore thumb” a whip crashed through the music and a woman howled in pain and delight, it felt like a punctuation to this man’s point. “ the name is Jeff, you said you were heading over to the bar right? Lemme buy you a drink.” Jeff lead Eric over to the bar picking two empty human seats. There were no regular chairs in the establishment. Jeff sat on an upturned Indian woman’s face without hesitation. It was almost cruel to watch. The man hopped up, and his bulbous globes came crashing down on this poor woman’s face. His feet were no longer touching the floor as he sat. He lifted one ass cheek, then the other ensuring that her nose and mouth rested with his asshole and balls. When Eric didn’t move to join him he turned, twisting the woman’s neck. “What’s a matter? Have a seat!” He laughed and patted the mans face beside him. The seat before Eric was filled with a scrawny man, face long and nose equally so. Pocket prints and red marks were speckled across his pale skin lit up by the bar. His eyes moved lazily up towards Eric, making him look like a pleading puppy saying please don’t sit. Jeff pinched the man’s cheek roughly making the seat cringe.

“Wow, it really is your first time here! Don’t feel nervous bud, these guys are paid handsomely for their services, and even if they weren’t they know what they signed up for. Just because we can’t all be handsome bubble butts like you doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy it” Jeff lifted a bit using the bar as leverage. “Right sweetheart? You love it when I come in dontcha?” Instead of answering she took a big gasp of breath, eyes wide and panicked before Jeff settled back down. He stroked her hair affectionately then yanked it up and used it almost like a steering wheel to ram her face back up where it belongs. Eric was hesitant but swung his leg over the man who looked positively defeated. He touched his cheeks experimentally to the face. With no weight behind it, they made a perfect gooey mold mold, the only unpleasantness being the man stink behind it. Jeff still wasn’t satisfied with this.

“C’mon man, sit! It’s fiiiine. You can’t honestly tell me you intend to stand on your toes all night just so this dude doesn’t feel anything. He’s a chair, so sit on it like a chair. Pussy!” Jeff’s final comment left Eric a little annoyed. Both at Jeff and himself. He was here to expand his horizons. He already bailed on the show just because some guy came to talk to him, this was a second chance. Slowly and carefully Eric started to put more and more weight onto the face below him. His ass flattened and spread so that it was now wrapped mercilessly around this mans head. The pointed nose arched up into Eric’s ass crack pleasantly and Eric, getting off on the domination used to nose to satisfy an itch up there that he had been too embarrassed to reach down and itch himself. Both men now content and sitting at a bar continued to talk over beer, going far past the others limit until they were bloated and swinging their weight around with stories. The Indian woman was in hell. Her face was sweat drenched from this fat mans swamp ass, and her neck was killing her between all his bouncing and hair pulling. She counted the second ticking by to keep herself sane when her punishment worsened. A loud and rank fart vibrated her face, she screamed muffled protests and both men laughed.

“God that’s awful man! You did it right on her face, at least it wasn’t that big” Eric chuckled leaning forward sloppily. Jeff sat upright, an sbd slipping out unintentionally.

“‘Not that big?!? Well let’s see what you can do over there big guy!” Eric was so drunk he practically forgot he was sitting on a man. He used his hands to spread his cheeks more until his hole was nice and open wide, he scrunched his face and a 10 second long fart streamed out onto the mans face. It stunk of sewage and Brussel sprouts. Both men roared with laughter. They farted, back and forth on the chairs faces into the night, seeing who could make the biggest or rankest one. And they continued like that, both men cackling and both chairs wishing for the sweet release of death.

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Doing it for his Bro

“I don’t see him moving about down there. You sure he’s supposed to be there?” Finn bent down and squeezed the cheeks, searching for any kind of movement.

“Y-yeah… That’s where I put him after I switched with him and shrunk him down to a few inches. I kind of panicked as your mom walked into the room, so I instinctively shoved him down there.” Sam slipped his hand down his pants and rummaged around, but found nothing. His clothes were sticky and clammy since he just returned from Sam’s practice.

“Well, technically she’s your mom too now. Don’t let that slip up.” Finn said.

“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s just weird you know, being in your younger brother’s body and having to call your mom MY mom…” Sam began scratching the back of his head. “But don’t get me wrong. I appreciate what you’re doing for me, and I really REALLY enjoy Sam’s body and life. It’s just that I’m not sure if this is the right thing to do…”

“Don’t mention it. I mean, what else would I’ve done? Let you sleep out on the freezing park bench after your parents kicked you out for being gay? What kind of friend would let you do that. Not to mention, Sam was always an annoying prick. He would probably have gotten kicked out by our parents the next year anyways, as they’ve been fighting non-stop ever since they found those drugs he hid.” 

“Yeah, shit. Can’t believe such a cute and athletic kid like him was sneaking around and handling drugs. You really can’t judge a book by it’s cover, huh?” Sam found himself checking his new face out in one of the cabinet mirrors.

“Anyways,” Finn walked up and put a friendly yet reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Think of this as a temporary agreement. You get to sleep in a warm bed and have food on the table, while “Sam” cleans up his act and gets to stay home. And once he’s ready to move out, we’ll just switch you back and erase his memories of all this time. It’s a win-win for all of us.”

“I-I guess…” Sam had just realized he had a new equipment in his pants and had pulled his pants down to check on it.

“Just… don’t do anything stupid, and if you’re going to play around with other guys, it’s probably best if you don’t bring any of them home. As much as our parents are accepting of homosexual people, I really don’t think they want to see their own son fooling around with another boy, y’know.” Finn gave him a heartfelt smile before he walked towards the door.

“Finn…” Sam called out, causing his brother to turn around.

“Yeah?”

“I-I think I know what happened to your brother…” Sam was looking very nervous and began fidgeting with his fingers. “I just remembered I had to take a dump right before practice began,”

“Oh god…” Finn began realizing what had happened.

“and he must have fallen out back then…”

“…”

“…and I must have been so pumped up for the training I probably didn’t hear him screaming before I flushed…” 

“Dude…”

“I-I’m sorry! I killed your br-”

“Dude! Calm down!” Finn walked up and shook Sam to his senses. “Don’t worry about it, bro. The truth is, I wasn’t planning on switching you guys back anyways. He never deserved the life we gave him. So as far as I know… you’re my lil’ bro.”

“But-” Sam tried to speak back but was quickly interrupted as his brother suddenly grabbed his ass and shoved him back so he landed with his back on the bed.

“No use crying over spillt milk. Just make the best out of the situation, man.“ Finn said with a gleeful look on his face as he walked out of his brother’s room. “Now… why don’t you take the time and deal with that bulge in your pants?” Finn smilingly left the room, happy to give his younger brother all the time he needed to get acquainted with his new body. 

Licking his lips, Finn couldn’t help but think about his brother’s cute body as he prepared for a shower. He knew he’d eventually get his reward for being such a good brother…

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A day in the life of my fart slave

I got a few request to describe what I would do to my fart slaves, so I’m going to be writing a little bit of a story about what a day would be like if one of you bitches would grow a pair of balls and actually commit to being my fart slave. The story is told in third person, and if anyone wants to submit their name to be used as the slave along with any thing they want me to do to them message me. Let me know if you want me to continue.

It was 7 o’clock and Nick needed to get up, and he needed to fart. He pulled himself out of bed and walked over to wear the slave slept on his bed. Like every morning, he got up on the bed, stood over the slave with his bed directly beneath him and lowered his ass down as he crouched on his face and ripped the fart. PPPPPPbbbbbbbtttt. Paul was already awake- he was used to this process by now and just woke up naturally and waited for his wake up fart. “Haha that was a really stinky one. brewed all night just for your pathetic face.,” Nick laughed as he continued to squat over Paul’s face. Paul, knowing what was expected of him after a semester of being a slave, took a deep breath in, and another one, and another, until at last Nick got off his face. 

Nick went over to the sink by their dorm room door, grabbed Paul’s toothbrush and scratched his pubes, his balls- at which he giggled because it tickled- and taint, and turned around mooning Paul and scrubbed his hairy, sweaty asscrack, Nick brought the toothbrush, now damp with sweat and some ginger-brown hairs over to Paul and stuck it in his mouth. He then turned around, grabbed his towel and put it around his nude waste and his shower bag and left the room. Paul got up and put an apple and a blueberry muffin on Nick’s desk and quickly ate his breakfast. 

Nick came back, smelling clean and sexy, ate his breakfast while he checked his Snapchat and casually played with his dick a little bit. Paul went to shower and quickly got dressed. He then helped Nick put on his clothes as Nick demanded: pulling his underwear up with his teeth and putting his socks on at the exact angle Nick wanted, even tying his shoes. They then left for their classes, Nick to Economics and Literature and Paul to Sociology and Chemistry. At lunch, Nick had pizza, a cheeseburger, broccoli and cheese, and a milkshake, knowing this would make him gassy. After he was finished, he headed over to the rec centered with a buddy and lifted and ran on the treadmill , getting nice and sweaty for his slave for tonight. He then headed to the library to work on his Lit. paper and the Physics reading due tomorrow. By 4:00 he headed back to the rec center and played a game of Basketball with some buds, getting even sweatier pits and ass. They went to dinner later, and by 6:00 he was back in the dorm. Paul had arrived back at about 5:30 after his classes and studying at the library and having dinner. 

Paul was waiting on his knees at the door for Nick when he walked in. Nick immediate planted his ass on Paul’s face and began to rub back and forth, sitting on him as he took off his shoes, then his socks- which ended up in the growing pile by his closet, his shorts, his shirt, and finally his underwear. Nick lay down on his bed and pointed at his sweaty pits. Paul put his face in, or more correctly, had it shoved in, by Nick and began sniffing and licking. Once the right one was done, he sniffed and licked the left one. 

Nick got up and sat at his desk chair, directing Paul to lay underneath and saw Nick’s size 11 feet come down on his face. The sweat lingered on them and he all he could do was smell. For half an hour, Paul had Nick’s feet dragged across his face, toes going into his mouth every few seconds as his face absorbed the stink and the sweat.

“How’s it smell down there. I’m sure getting a kick out of this slave,” Nick said to Paul, laughing at his own joke. “I said HOW’s IT SMELL!” Nick said after Paul hadn’t responded and began knocking his head from side to side with his feet.

“Wonderful sir, thank you sir,” Paul responded, getting dizzy from he fumes and the knocking. 

“Well good, I think they’re about dry now, don’t you slave. I think it’s time I sit on your face, I’ve been holding these farts in all day and my ass is pretty sweaty and I don’t want my chair absorbing to much of it. Go lay over there and prepare for my God ass.” Nick commanded. Paul got up and went a laid on Nick’s bed, face up, preparing for the best- although worst smelling- part. 

*Let me know if you want to continue, any ideas you have, and if you want your name (you can submit a fake name or a middle name if you want to keep your identity secret).

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Day in the Life of My Fart Slave 2

Part 2 of my Day in the life of my fart slave series. This one goes out to Kenny, the slave. As always, message me if you want your name used and any of your fantasies you want written about. This is just one day, imagine what another could bring- probably more of the same thing, but hey, I can get creative.

Kenny got up and went a laid on Nick’s bed, face up, preparing for the best- although worst smelling- part. Nick grabbed his laptop off his desk and came over to the bed.

“I hope you like ass sweat and farts faggot,” Nick said to Kenny. “Oh, who am I kidding, I know you’re a filthy faggot who loves my ass. Enjoy dinner loser!”

Nick swung his hairy right leg over Kenny’s head and brought his naked ass down on his face. Kenny could smell Nick’s ass as he raised his legs and swung it over him, almost a whole five seconds before Nick’s ass touched down.

The asshair flooded out of the crack and went up Kenny’s nose and tickled against his lips. Nick was sitting full weight on his face, as if Kenny was nothing more than a fusion, which indeed Nick thought of him as only one. The asscrack was sweaty, giving it that distinct Nick smell: almost like ass and armpit. Kenny took a deep breath in through his nose. “That’s a good faggot. Sniff the only air you deserve,” Nick said, beginning to wiggle his ass back and forth, knocking Kenny’s face against the hairy, soft asscheeks.

Nick was grinning ear to ear, his euphoria created from watching stand-up comedy sketches on Netflix and having his slave sniffing his sweaty asscrack. He felt the need to fart, the hamburgers and broccoli doing their trick. PPPPBBBBBBbbbbtttrrttggg. “Oh, that once gotta stink faggot. I hope some sweat splashed on your face as that came out. Get a nice whiff of that,” Nick said through gasps of laughter. Kenny was dying! Like hamburger mixed with feet, the fart had indeed splashed sweat onto Kenny’s face.

Nick’s ass kept silent as Kenny continued to lay trapped, smelling the God ass on his face, for about 5 minutes, and then another fart came ripping out. TTTTbbbbPPPt. TTbbbbPPPPPTttttt. “Oh man, two in a row for ya’ bitch! Take a good whiff of those. Hey faggot, I can’t smell a damn thing. The air is nice and fresh up here for your master,” Nick called down, taunting Kenny, just laughing at how disgusting Kenny was; he could here Kenny taking nice deep breaths, just like he was supposed to. Every five minutes, Nick would rip ass up Kenny’s nose. Some long and low, some short ones in succession of each other. All smelled like hamburger and feet. Ass sweat- from Nick’s workout and basketball practice earlier- had seeped into Kenny’s face. Two hours had gone by of Nick farting on Kenny’s face.

“Open your mouth faggot,” Nick said. Kenny opened his mouth like an O and brought it right up against NIck’s asshole, the hairs tickling his nose and lips. Nick grunted, leaned forward and pushed out a little pop of a fart, PPbbbtt. “Oh shit faggot, that one took some shifting. It might have been small, but I hope it stinks it tasted good,” Nick said. The fart echoed in Kenny’s mouth, and Kenny could almost taste the hamburger from lunch. 

Nick got off Kenny’s face, put on a pair of underwear from floor- probably already worn for a few days and probably about to be worn tomorrow too- and walked out the door. Kenny stayed where he was, waiting for Nick to come back.

“Ahh what a good faggot, stayed where he was while I went and took a piss,” Nick said, taking off his underwear. “Here bitch, You can sleep with these on your pillow, hope you don’t get pink eye. That would suck, then I wouldn’t be able to sit on your face, or have you clean my pits, or sniff my feet.” He then tapped the used pair of underwear, ass side up, to Kenny’s pillow.

“Thank you Master,” Kenny said, still trying to catch his breath.

“Actually, I still have a use for this pillow. Get the fuck up bitch,” Nick said, grabbing the pillow in one and and pulling Kenny’s leg off the bed with the other. Nick then placed the pillow in the middle of the bed and laid down face down on the bed, his dick and balls resting on the underwear-pillow; Nick spread his legs and said “Get in there faggot. Keep smelling.”  

Kenny put his face back into Nick’s ass. Nick’s hand reached back and shoved his face in deeper. “I want you right against my hole. Stay there slave,” Nick commanded. He thrust his hips up, Kenny’s nose going right against his hole, as Nick grunted and pushed his stomach muscles. PPPPPPTTTTBBT. “Oh yeah, smell that one. How’s that smell,” Nick said, holding Kenny’s head tight against his asshole as he brought his hips down onto Kenny’s pillow. He was laughing uncontrollably. 

“Alright faggot, I want you to start with your nose against my balls, and I want you to take a long breath all the way up from my balls to the top of my asscrack. If I feel a fart commin’ I want you to eat it like the bitch you are. Got it?” Nick commanded. Kenny lowered his face to against Nick’s big hairy balls, and took a deep breath in. He could smell the sweat still on them. The taint, full of hair smelled like armpit and shit. Kenny had grown accustomed to the ass smell after the two previous hours. He repeated this over and over again, being interrupted only three times in the course of half an hour to place his open mouth over Nick’s asshole and eat a fart; they all seemed to have that distinct Nick taste to them of hamburger and feet. 

Ten o’clock came and Nick released Kenny from his service, allowing him to finish up any homework he had left to do and to go use the bathroom. Nick turned his lamp on his nightstand (which was technically Kenny’s, but Nick used his as an extra storage container and demanded Kenny give him his) and read Jane Eyre for his Literature class. Kenny worked diligently at his desk on his sociology paper. At eleven o’clock Nick yelled “Lights out faggot. Sleep tight against that underwear pillow. I’m such a good master for giving you that present.” Kenny, knowing eleven was bedtime, turned his computer and lamp off and went to bed, resting his head against the underwear pillow, smelling the ass and sweat and piss, while Nick, grinning his cocky grin, watched him, turned his light off and went to sleep. 

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Day in the Life of My Fart Slave 3

Third edition of my Day in the Life of My Fart Slave. This one goes out to Andy and all the faggots who bought my nude pics so this edition could come out. 

Andy woke up at 6:57 as he did every morning, waiting for Nick’s alarms, telling his master to get up and unleash his torrents of gas into Andy’s nose. Andy could still smell, even after 8 hours, the piss and ass sweat soaked into the underwear Nick had tapped to his pillow last night. At 7:00, Nick’s alarm rang, waking him and altering him it was time to blast farts up his slaves nose.

“You know what slave, i don’t feel like getting up yet. Get over here and stick your face in my ass under the blankets,” Nick said in a groggy but commanding voice. Andy got up and got under the blankets with Nick, who closed the Dutch Oven immediately. Andy could instantly smell the farts and ass sweat that had been building up all night. His eyes tried to adjust to the cave, but they couldn’t. The bed was only a twin, but he found his way to Nick’s ass mostly by the smell- that distinct Nick smell of sweat, feet, and farts that came from his ass. Andy put his face in and Nick’s asshole spread, a silent but deadly fart coming up. Andy breathed in deeply, loving his master and his farts, yet struggling to hold back a cough and the urge to pull his head out. Nick grunted and then released a long wet fart on Andy’s face. Andy couldn’t take the smell of this one and yanked his head out of Nick’s ass. He expected Nick to be angry, but Nick simply rolled over, his balls knocking into Andy’s nose, and got out of bed and went to get a shower. 

Andy got out of the Dutch Oven, put Nick’s breakfast on his desk and quickly ate his own. Once Nick got back twenty minutes later-wearing nothing, not even underwear, his dick and balls shinning and swingingly freely between his legs- Andy quickly went and showered, getting the ass sweat and farts from last night and this morning off his face. Andy helped Nick get dressed, pulling his underwear and socks on with his teeth and kissing his cheeks through Nick’s jeans before they left, Nick going to Philosophy and later Calculus, Andy to Rhetoric and then Comparative Politics. 

Nick began to feel farts brewing throughout his classes, but held them in, saving them for Andy’s face tonight. He had Mexican for lunch and worked out after his Calculus class. Andy got back to the dorm and worked quickly on his Chemistry homework before Nick, who was at the library, got back. 

Nick walked in the door and Andy threw himself onto the floor onto his knees by the door. Nick planted his jean covered ass onto Andy’s face, ripped a nasty sounding fart and began to strip, throwing his underwear and socks into the pile on the floor. He pointed to his bed and Andy resumed the position he was in last night, face up as Nick sat his ass down on his face. The smell that had been washed away this morning of sweat had returned. As Nick sat down, he ripped a fart PPPPPTTTBBT on Andy’s face and sat down full weight. 

“Ahhh faggot I need to get all my gas out, I have a sorority girl coming over later and I’m going to fuck her pussy out. Can’t be doing that if I’m farting though can I,” Nick said, shaking his hairy ass back and forth. “No sir, you can’t,” Andy tried to say, but Nick ripped ass into his mouth as he was saying it. Andy began to cough into Nick’s ass, his head moving up and down as he coughed, so his nose going back and forth into Nick’s hole, as he ripped another fart. A few minutes passed of Andy coughing, when he was finally able to regain his breath. 

“You stupid slave. How dare you cough at my farts, here have another,” Nick said, ripping a massive pPPPBBbbbbttttrrt. “Fucking smell the only air you deserve to breath faggot. Ut-oh, we better hurry faggot. She’ll be here in half an hour and I still have lots of gas.”

Nick began to grunt and push, ripping fart after fart, probably 10 total over the next twenty minutes. Andy barley had time to recover from the last one before another came shooting out. By the time Nick got up, his eyes were watering, but Nick wasn’t finished with him yet. “Pick up those socks and underwear faggot and hide your pillow quick,” he said. Andy bent over to pick up the socks and underwear, threw them in the laundry basket a foot away, when he felt his head being grabbed and shoved back into Nick’s hairy ass, and smelt the long PPPPRRRTbbbbttttttrrt that came thundering out. Nick then shoved his head back out and brushed his teeth and put underwear and jeans, but no shirt, leaving his abs and pecks showing. Andy’s was standing with his backpack by the door. Nick walked over and again grabbed the back of Andy’s head, this time shoving it into his pits, first the left then the right. 

“Well faggot, do they need deodorant?” Nick said. 

“Yes sir, they definitely do sir,” Andy said, trying to lick the sweat off his upper lip from Nick’s pits.

Nick grabbed his deodorant- which only got used on occasions such as this, and freshened his pits. He looked Andy in the eyes, and turned around pulling his pants down revealing his ass. Andy bent over- as a sudden knock sounded at the door- and put his face in Nick’s asscrack again. 

“Just a second baby thing,” Nick said. 

A fart, PPPTTRRBBT, came flying out Nick’s asshole and up Andy’s nose. Andy kissed each cheek, helped Nick pull his pants back up, and opened the door to a hot sorority chick and quickly left the room. As the door closed, Nick said “Yeah don’t mind my roommate, he’s a faggot anyways,” grabbing one of the girls boob in one hand and putting his other hand down her pants. 

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Day in the Life of My Fart Slave 4

Part 4 of this story threat. This one goes out to Austin, the filthy worthless fart fag. Buy my nudes! Enjoy faggots!

Austin came back to the dorm late, around 1:00, finding Nick asleep and the chick gone. Austin couldn’t find his pillow, and assumed Nick was dry humping it in his sleep. He got in to bed and fell quickly asleep. Today was Friday, only by an hour, and that meant the long weekend of fart sniffing was coming up; he would need all the rest he could get. 

7:00 came early. Austin overslept, and even slept through Nick yelling “Hey faggot, let’s do that Dutch Oven thing again. That was fun the last time.” This pissed Nick off, and he angrily rose from his bed and sat his fat-hairy ass down full weight on the sleeping Austin’s face, waking Austin up with a start. Nick’s ass churned and out came a long fart, filling Austin’s gasping mouth and nose with rancid smell of feet and hamburger. 

“Next time you want to oversleep and not worship my ass, it will be a lot worse faggot,” Nick said, his voice full of anger and dread, but after he said ‘faggot’ he began to laugh that cruel ‘I don’t give a shit about you’ kind of laugh that told Austin he was only there to sniff Nick’s Godly ass. Nick must not have had much gas built up, having ripped it all on Austin’s face last night, because he only ripped the initial fart. After 10 minutes he got up and showered, brushed his asscrack with Austin’s toothbrush and made Austin help my get dressed. 

After Nick had left, Austin stayed in bed. He felt sick to his stomach, he had a headache, and he still felt dizzy. About an hour later, he threw up what little he had ate yesterday- the constant smell of Nick’s farts and ass in his nose had given him very little appetite since he’d gone to college. He stayed in bed all day, watching Netflix, catching up on homework and studying, and social media news that he had fallen behind on since he’d been forced to spend so much time worshiping his master. He got up three additional times to throw up and use the bathroom. And having texted his master that he was sick, jacked off to the underwear and jock-strap lying in the hamper.

Nick received a text saying that Austin was sick (Austin’s contact in Nick’s phone was “FartFag.” This gave him a wonderful idea. He ate extra at the cafeteria, took a shit and didn’t wipe his ass, and worked out for three hours: running, lifting, squatting (that was a challenge to keep his farts in) and had a buddy do some MMA boxing with him. His body and ass were drenched in sweat and the farts were beginning to brew good from lunch. ‘Austin’s going to love this’ Nick thought. He texted another buddy to grab him a sandwich and some chips and meet him at the dorm building. Carrying his gym bag, his food, and his backpack with him, Nick arrived at his dorm room. Austin had by this time thrown up everything in his stomach. He still felt sick, and it was about to get worse. 

“Well faggot, I’ve gotten something to make you feel better! ME! All nice and stinky and sweaty and ripe,” Nick said, taking off his gym cloths and getting naked in the doorway- another dude from down the hall walked by and laughed at Nick’s naked body standing in the open door as he said this and Austin’s heart skipped a beat. Nick walked over to Austin and jumped up on the bed. He sat down on Austin’s blanket covered crotch, and brought his stinky size 11 feet right down on his face. “Sniff it faggot. I don’t want to get any of your germs on my body, so no licking today. Just smelling,” Nick commanded. He began to wack Austin’s head around with his feet, smashing toes into his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. The smell built and swirled around Austin. For ten minutes, all Austin could smell was sweaty man-feet. 

Nick got off and laid down on top of Austin, placing his armpit in his face and rubbing it across his face. The sweat came off and smeared all over his face, and once Nick was satisfied that one was dry, he shoved the other into Austin’s face, repeating the process.

But the worst was yet to come. Austin now felt like he needed to throw up again, and began to dry-heave. He had nothing left. Nick held him down while this happened, and like everyday- what should make this day any different, Nick still needed worshiped- sat his sweaty ass down on Austin’s face. Austin was still dry-heaving, and was forced to breath in. This made it worse, now his chest was thumping and his head was bouncing up and down, going into the mattress and back into Nick’s ass, touching his hairy asshole. Nick just laughed away at the pain and suffering of his faggot. He was really enjoying this, and his asshole was even getting a sort of massage from the bouncing.   

This massage, got the farts coming. One after another in quick succession, almost 30 seconds worth of farts. Big-long ones, small-quite ones, a few wet ones, all came rushing out. The smell was terrible! Worse than normal, and amplified by his nausea! Austin’s nose felt slimy after the last long, wet one was ripped. He began to cough and dry-heave and fight back against Nick, trying to throw him off. He needed air!

“You’re only purpose is to suffocate on my farts faggot! Get sniffing,” Nick commanded, shaking his ass back and forth, twerking on Austin’s face. He ripped a long, loud fart- surely the neighbors even heard it- and Austin’s vision began to cloud. Another fart PPPBBBTRRRt! Another PPPSSSTTRTTBBT. Austin, forced to breath in my Nick pushing down on his chest with his sweaty feet; Austin’s nose going right against Nick’s asshole. Austin took a last breath, and passed out, his body stopped squirming.

“Well, if you want to pass out on the job, you’ll just suffer more tomorrow won’t you faggot,” Nick said, getting off his slaves face. He put some clothes on and went out, he had some shopping to do. 

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Day in the Life of My Fart Slave Part 5

Part 4 of this story threat. This one goes out to Adrian, the slave who deserves every word in this story.

Nick returned to the dorm from Walmart with the supplies, he was going to make Adrian suffer for passing out in his ass; but it was late and Nick decided he would let Adrian recover and rest. He would spare him the torture tonight. Saturday morning though, Adrian would get his punishment for refusing Nick’s farts. 

Nick slept in, and since Adrian was still recovering from his illness, he did too. Nick woke up some time after 8:30, and felt the farts coming, but he would have to restrain them, save them for later. He was naked, and walked over to the device he had finished last night: a pair of underwear with a hole cut out around the ass with strings running horizontal across the hole. He slipped the underwear on and walked over to Adrian, pulled down the covers and slapped his ass. WHAP. WHAP. WHAP. Adrian woke with a start, looking up into the snarling face of his master, terrified of what was to come. All he could remember was Nick coming in and sitting on his face and letting one fart loose, after that, everything was gone. 

“Get up faggot. Now!” Nick commanded dragging Adrian’s legs off the bed.

“Yes sir, please sir I’m sorry for whatever happened. It won’t happen again,” Adrian shivered.

“You’re damn right it won’t. I’ve prepared something special for you as punishment.”

Nick threw Adrian down on his bed and climbed on top of him. It was at this point Adrian saw the cross-stitched underwear and wondered what was happening. Nick loosened the strings in the front, creating enough slack to run Adrian’s head through them and tightened them at the front again, pulling his slaves face deeper into his crack.

“Oh yeah fag, I didn’t shower and I figured since you blacked out yesterday I would leave the stink so you could actually experience it this time. I must have been really nasty down there because I got some strange looks at Walmart last night. Enjoy being trapped up there,” Nick said. Two hours went by of Nick sitting on Adrian’s face, which was nothing normal, they had gone longer. But this time was different: Nick’s ass was like an outhouse, and normally Adrian could at least turn his head or Nick would shuffle an inch or two and give him a second of fresh air, but not now. Now Adrian’s face was pressed firmly against Nick’s asshole. 

The worst part: the nasty, vomit inducing farts! Fart after fart came from Nick’s asshole- all the gas he had saved up since yesterday. Adrian couldn’t get away from any of them. At one point he tried to breath through his mouth, also covered by Nick’s asscheeks, but the fart went down his throat and echoed, causing Nick to laugh and his ass with Adrian’s face stuck in, rocked back and forth. Big long rips were the most common, but every once and a while a real silent but deadly one would bring Adrian to the verge of tears. The worst though were the few wet ones that splattered shit and sweat against his eyes and nose and mouth. At 11:00, Nick had to pee, and released the straps, causing Adrian’s face to slide out of the harness. Nick left, just wearing that to go to the bathroom, Adrian left lying on the bed trying to regain his senses. Nick came back and put Adrian right back in the harness and ripped a monster FFFFRRBBBTT right on Adrian’s nose as he pulled the strings pushing Adrian right into his gasping asshole. 

Nick got comfortable and hungry, so he did the only thing he could think of: he called his friend Nathan. “Hey man, whats up fam? Yeah you want to pick me up a pizza bro. Thanks fam, yeah the door will be unlocked… Shit yeah just like i texted you… Yeah it’s working great… He’s trapped right against my asshole bro… Fuck yeah you’re trying it. I hope you’re gassy man… Alright, see ya in a bit bro.” Oh God, Adrian through, he’s invited over Nathan. Now everyone on campus is going to use me as a slave.

About twenty minutes later, Nathan came in the dorm room with two pizzas. Nick let Adrian out of the trap and got off his face. “Get over and kiss Nathan’s ass faggot,” he commanded. Adrian went over and kissed Nathan’s sweat pants on both cheeks. Nathan laughed, saying “Man he really is a fart sniffing faggot. this is so gross bro. I should have got me one of these.”

“Here faggot, you can have one piece of pizza,” Nick said, taking one piece out of his box and giving it to Adrian, who was starving after not having anything to eat in a day and having thrown everything else in his stomach up. He devoured it quickly and lay back down on Nick’s bed.

“well man, you want to try it now,” Nick said. 

“Fuck yeah, let’s do it. Do you have another harness or…” Nathan asked.

“Nope, just the one,” Nick said.

“Ahh nasty dude. I don’t want to share your underwear.”

“It’s fine bro, don’t be a pussy,” Nick said, laughing and taking them off. Nathan was laughing too as he took off all his clothes. “Beside man, we’ve shared pussy before, what’s the difference in sharing and underwear harness to torture a fag with.” Both men laughed, Nathan putting on the harness and sitting down on Adrian’s face, pulling Adrian’s head through the back strings and into position. Nick helped shove Adrian’s head into his ass the right way and helped Nathan pull the strings. 

Nathan was a tall, thicc Asian boy with a large ass. His ass smelled like locker room sweat towels and toilet. Immediately after getting settled on Adrian’s face- Nick having gone and moved the desk chair over and pulling up Netflix- Nathan ripped a massive fart on Adrian’s face. Nathan continued to rip farts for a good half an hour, and then they switched; Nathan taking off the underwear and helping Nick get Adrian’s face positioned. 

Nick ripped ass just as much as Nathan, but his farts were worse. On the plus side to having Nick’s ass on his face, Nick’s ass smelled better than Nathan’s, or maybe that was just because Adrian was used to his masters ass. Another half and hour went by and the men switched positions again. Each master got 3 turns sitting on Adrian’s face. At 2:30 Nick and Nathan got up and left for the gym, leaving Adrian alone in the dorm room. Still feeling sick and hungry, he had a friend bring him a small sandwich while his masters were gone and took a power nap to rest. 

At 4:00, the master’s returned, their asses drenched in sweat and smelling far worse than before. Each took another hour smothering Adrian in their ass, ripping farts down his nose and eventually his throat. At 5:00, Nathan had an idea: A smelliest ass contests. Nick agreed. They took the harness off and made Adrian take three minutes of pure nose sniffs of their asscrack blindfolded. The winner would get to stink face the loser and take Adrian home for the night! Adrian declared Nathan the winner.

“Ahh man, that’s gotta suck, but get ready for my stinky ass on your face,” Nathan said.

Nick laid down on the bed and watched Nathan climb over him and bring his ass down on his face and proceed to shake his ass back and forth for thirty seconds: man did it stink too. Nathan got up and both men laughed, coming to the verge of tears at how funny they both found it while Adrian sat in the corner worrying about going home with Nathan. 

“Come here and kiss my ass goodbye faggot. You’ll be back tomorrow. Enjoy your time with Nathan here and remember that he’s your master for the night,” Nick said. Adrian came over and kissed Nick’s hairy asscheeks and felt his head slammed into Nick’s crack and felt the warm embrace of Nick’s ass kissing him back with a long fart. “Smell that fuckhead. Remember my stink,” Nick said, both him and Nathan laughing. Nathan and Adrian walked out of the dorm room and down the hall, when suddenly Nick, bare ass naked, came running after them shouting Wait. He flung the harness underwear in the fags face- a door opening at the end of the hall to see Nick bare ass throwing a pair of what looked like normal underwear in the face of his roommate, the dude laughing and closing the door- saying “You might want these tonight faggot, enjoy,” and turned around and slapped his own ass making it giggle as he walked back down the hall. 

“You’re in for a fun night faggot. I’ve still got lots of gas for you,” Nathan said, pulling Adrian towards the stairs. 

[thislivsnjutare]

LGBT Movies You Need To Watch

Hello you guys! Here’s a list of LGBT Themed Movies I’ve watched and I thought of sharing them with you. If you have any suggestions you can always drop a message on my dm’s. Here goes:

Appropriate Behavior (2015)

Beach Rats (2017)

Beats Per Minute (BPM) (2017)

Being 17 (2016)

Blue Is The Warmest Color (2013)

Boys (Jongens) (2014)

Boy Don’t Cry (1999)

Brokeback Mountain (2005)

Call Me By Your Name (2018)

Dallas Buyers Club (2013)

God’s Own Country (2017)

Holding The Man (2015)

Keep The Lights On (2012)

Love, Simon (2018)

Maurice (1987)

Moonlight (2016)

Mulholland Drive (2001)

My Own Private Idaho (1991)

Stranger By The Lake (2013)

Tangerine (2015)

The Danish Girl (2015)

The Duke of Burgundy (2015)

The Handmaiden (2016)

The Way He Looks (2014)

Tomboy (2011)

[nickfart98-deactivated20211014]

I for some reason don't believe you when you say you'll turn your gay son into a slave. I mean I don't know you, but reading your stuff I just don't see it. I do think you and your friends will fart on him along with his friends and brothers, but I feel like if anyone messes with your gay son you will kick their ass and subject them to your ass. Because after all your gay son has your blood inside of him. I don't know maybe I'm wrong and he'll be nothing but a slave to you.

He will be nothing but a slave to me. He will serve me and my friends and his alpha brothers and their alpha friends. So what that he has the same blood as me? He is weak, inferior, and worthless and that means he is a faggot slave who’s job it is to clean pits and feet, worship ass, and sniff farts. 

[nickfart98-deactivated20211014]

A day in the life of my fart slave

I got a few request to describe what I would do to my fart slaves, so I’m going to be writing a little bit of a story about what a day would be like if one of you bitches would grow a pair of balls and actually commit to being my fart slave. The story is told in third person, and if anyone wants to submit their name to be used as the slave along with any thing they want me to do to them message me. Let me know if you want me to continue.

It was 7 o’clock and Nick needed to get up, and he needed to fart. He pulled himself out of bed and walked over to wear the slave slept on his bed. Like every morning, he got up on the bed, stood over the slave with his bed directly beneath him and lowered his ass down as he crouched on his face and ripped the fart. PPPPPPbbbbbbbtttt. Paul was already awake- he was used to this process by now and just woke up naturally and waited for his wake up fart. “Haha that was a really stinky one. brewed all night just for your pathetic face.,” Nick laughed as he continued to squat over Paul’s face. Paul, knowing what was expected of him after a semester of being a slave, took a deep breath in, and another one, and another, until at last Nick got off his face. 

Nick went over to the sink by their dorm room door, grabbed Paul’s toothbrush and scratched his pubes, his balls- at which he giggled because it tickled- and taint, and turned around mooning Paul and scrubbed his hairy, sweaty asscrack, Nick brought the toothbrush, now damp with sweat and some ginger-brown hairs over to Paul and stuck it in his mouth. He then turned around, grabbed his towel and put it around his nude waste and his shower bag and left the room. Paul got up and put an apple and a blueberry muffin on Nick’s desk and quickly ate his breakfast. 

Nick came back, smelling clean and sexy, ate his breakfast while he checked his Snapchat and casually played with his dick a little bit. Paul went to shower and quickly got dressed. He then helped Nick put on his clothes as Nick demanded: pulling his underwear up with his teeth and putting his socks on at the exact angle Nick wanted, even tying his shoes. They then left for their classes, Nick to Economics and Literature and Paul to Sociology and Chemistry. At lunch, Nick had pizza, a cheeseburger, broccoli and cheese, and a milkshake, knowing this would make him gassy. After he was finished, he headed over to the rec centered with a buddy and lifted and ran on the treadmill , getting nice and sweaty for his slave for tonight. He then headed to the library to work on his Lit. paper and the Physics reading due tomorrow. By 4:00 he headed back to the rec center and played a game of Basketball with some buds, getting even sweatier pits and ass. They went to dinner later, and by 6:00 he was back in the dorm. Paul had arrived back at about 5:30 after his classes and studying at the library and having dinner. 

Paul was waiting on his knees at the door for Nick when he walked in. Nick immediate planted his ass on Paul’s face and began to rub back and forth, sitting on him as he took off his shoes, then his socks- which ended up in the growing pile by his closet, his shorts, his shirt, and finally his underwear. Nick lay down on his bed and pointed at his sweaty pits. Paul put his face in, or more correctly, had it shoved in, by Nick and began sniffing and licking. Once the right one was done, he sniffed and licked the left one. 

Nick got up and sat at his desk chair, directing Paul to lay underneath and saw Nick’s size 11 feet come down on his face. The sweat lingered on them and he all he could do was smell. For half an hour, Paul had Nick’s feet dragged across his face, toes going into his mouth every few seconds as his face absorbed the stink and the sweat.

“How’s it smell down there. I’m sure getting a kick out of this slave,” Nick said to Paul, laughing at his own joke. “I said HOW’s IT SMELL!” Nick said after Paul hadn’t responded and began knocking his head from side to side with his feet.

“Wonderful sir, thank you sir,” Paul responded, getting dizzy from he fumes and the knocking. 

“Well good, I think they’re about dry now, don’t you slave. I think it’s time I sit on your face, I’ve been holding these farts in all day and my ass is pretty sweaty and I don’t want my chair absorbing to much of it. Go lay over there and prepare for my God ass.” Nick commanded. Paul got up and went a laid on Nick’s bed, face up, preparing for the best- although worst smelling- part. 

*Let me know if you want to continue, any ideas you have, and if you want your name (you can submit a fake name or a middle name if you want to keep your identity secret).

[theweirdooo5]

I dont like this!

Merlin was young and had to live with his uncle. His father worked abroad and it was very far. Because of that, Merlin couldnt talk to him that much. Merlin didnt like his uncle. He would use him in any way just to humilliate him or use him. He even had to sleep in the same room as his uncle, in the same bed. Merlin couldnt do much about it being 4.5ft. and only 65lb. ( and his uncle 7.3ft 330lb). He hated it.

His uncle usually used him in all sorts of ways. He would make him his personal slave. He would make Merlin wipe his ass, make him massage and lick his sweaty, dirty feet, and he would fart on him. Thats why he had to sleep in the same bed. He was tied up with his head strained to his uncles ass sometimes with his mouth on his asshole all night. Since he was being “homeschooled” nobody knew about this.

He would have to smell, and taste his farts. One day Merlins uncle didnt like his chair and so he made Merlin get down on his knees and put his arms in front of him so he could sit down. He tied him up so he couldnt move and sat down on his arms for hours. He told him that he should tell him when it hurts so he can stop but taped his mouth shut so he couldnt talk and put headphones on so he can listen to some music while he does his work on the computer.

One afternoon Merlins father (7.4ft. and 320lb.) arrived. Merlin was very happy and hoped that the sick torture would stop. But it didnt. In that evening Merlins uncle pushed him down on the couch on purpose so his dad would sit on him. When his dad got up after few hours he was shocked. He didnt mean to sit nor fart on his son. His uncle just told him that Merlin does this all the time and that he always beggs him to use him as a chair and to let him sniff his disgusting farts. “Thats why sleep in one bed every night!” his uncle said with an evil smirk. And so Merlins dad started to use him the same as his uncle did. He wanted to support his son. And he decided to accept his “fetish”.

The next day Merlins uncle tied him up to a bean-bag chair. Then he butt-dropped down on it. It crushed litttle Merlin but he didnt care. He enjoyed the comfort and the ass/farts-sniffing slave he had. Then his dad came downstairs. “Have you seen Merlin? I need to sit somewhere.” his dad asked. “Haha, right here!” His uncle replied. He got up and Merlins dad saw squished Merlin on the bean-bag. He looked at Merlin and before Merlin could say anything he butt dropped his big round bubbly butt on Merlins little body. His uncle just giggled to himself.

His dad then started to reliese some of his gas. Merlin had to sniff everything. His father actually liked it. He even took a little nap. Merlin just wanted to die. He thought that his father would save him but no, his uncle just had to ruin the rest of his life. When his dad got up he thought that he would make Merlin a little bit happier and so he started butt dropping on the chair. Each time heavier. Merlin was pretty hurt.

His uncle then came into the room and suggested that they both sit on Merlin. His father agreed and so he sat down and his uncle on top of Merlins dad. That was 650 pounds on 65 pounds. Merlin tried to move because it hurt him but he couldnt. He was taped super tight. “Arent we a little too heavy?” asked his dad. “Well, maybe. But he enjoys this, one time he made me use his arms as a seat and he didnt want me to get up at all even though he was hurt!” replied his uncle. Telling fake information. Merlin wanted to scream but his mouth was taped shut with his uncles underwear inside of his mouth.

“Okay, if you say so.” his dad said. They sat on him for some time. Then they got up.  His dad left and his uncle was the only one there with him. He took the tape off and opened his mouth. “Here you go!” PPPPFFFFRRRRRRRRRR. His uncle reliesed a long, loud, nasty fart right into his mouth. Then he took him with him. Merlin couldnt almost walk. His legs were crushed.

When his uncle left him and his dad alone Merlin went to talk to his father. “DAD! this is insane! You have to help me! Uncle Rob is crazy, I dont like these things!” Merlin wanted to cry. “You know, I dont really care if you like it or not, I just enjoy reliesing my farts on you or crushing you, now get down on your kness and open your mouth!” said his dad with a smirk on his face. Merlin was shocked. He was scared of what would happen and so he got down on his knees and opened his mouth. Then his father turned around and put his sweatpants-clad ass on his face. PFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPRTTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFR!!  His dad reliesed a long fart into Merlins mouth. “Ahhh! That felt good, now suck on it!” his dad commanded.

Merlin started to suck on his fart and then another one was reliesed out of his dads asshole. Merlin had little tears in his eyes. How could his dad do this to him. Why would he do this. Merlin felt betrayed. The farts were disgusting.

One night Merlins uncle got bored. He tied Merlin up and used him. He played with his penis instead. When Merlin came his uncle didnt stop. He just continued. “Stop!” yelled Merlin but his uncle didnt care. He continued until Merlin came again and again. Then his dad came in. His uncle went to bed and his dad continued. “Just tell me when it gets uncomfortable.” said his dad while taping his mouth shut so he couldnt say a word. And then he continued to “milk” Merlin. “You really enjoy this huh? Not saying a word” said his dad laughing. He then untied Merlin and took him with him to the kitchen.

In the kitchen Merlins dad tied him up again. This time to a barstool so he could sit on him. When Merlins dad made himself some food Merlin felt a little hungry and his stomach started to make some sounds. “Oh, are you hungry Merlin?” asked his dad and reliesed some farts inside of his mouth. “Here you go!”

Merlins torture never ended. His father and his uncle abused him forever. Merlin couldnt do anything agaisnt it. It was just an unfair faith for the young man.

[gayguygas]

Smell of home cooking

I smile as I hear him stir awake, but I don’t look at him just yet. I reach into the oven and pull out a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and sit them on the counter next to a tray of recently baked cupcakes. I take a deep breath of the sweet aroma that is wafting through the kitchen, and I’m a bit sad that soon it will be gone. With a smile I turn to the other person with me in the kitchen and I’m pretty sure he’s not feeling as chipper as I am. My guest is currently tied to a chair in the middle of my kitchen and is staring at me with a shocked expression. Still smiling, I follow his gaze to the jockstrap and apron I’m wearing. They’re the only things concealing (at least from the front) my nudity.

“W-What the hell is going on here? I don’t know who you are but I demand you untie me this instant!” As the guy talks his voice get louder and louder. I’m glad I live in such an isolated area so no one can hear the commotion this guy is making. And even though no one can hear him shouting I’m going to put an end to this. I walk towards the guy and turn around so my bare ass is in his face. I bend over and back up a few inches until I feel his breath against my ass. I hear him make a noise of disgust. I smirk and think inwardly ‘just you wait, things are about to get even more disgusting for you buddy’. I then grunt and scrunch up my face as I concentrate.

BBBbrrrrppppptttt… I let out a sigh of relief after I let that out.

“Ugh! Did you just far-“BBBBBBbbbhhhhrrrrttttt….

“Ahhh, I’m going to go ahead and stop you right there. You are to never raise your voice at me and you are to always address me as sir. Do I make myself clear Chuck?” As I say this I turn around and squat so I’m face to face with him in the chair. And I can tell he’s scared even as he says, “Firstly, I’ll talk to you as I damn well please. And secondly, how the hell do you know my name?”

I give him a fake frown, “I know your name because it was at the bottom of the review you wrote up about the restaurant I work at. I am the pastry chef there and what you wrote hurt me and my friend’s feelings.” My mocking frown turns into a sneer, “So to fix this I’d thought I’d invite you over and have you try some of my personal meals. Once this is over I’m sure you’ll feel like you have no choice but to give us a much better review.” I end with an obvious threat.

He shakes his head slowly like he can’t comprehend what’s going on here. “Look man I’m sorry if my review hurt your place but I’m a restaurant critic. I write about what I experience. So let’s stop this nonsense. You untie me and let me go and we’ll both agree that this never happened.” He gives me a friendly smile showing that there are no hard feelings.

I roll my eyes and turn around bringing my bare ass back into his face. I chuckle as I hear him groan behind me. “Sorry buddy but no deal. Besides why would you want to leave? This is a win-win situation here. You re-review my restaurant and give it a great review and I’ll feed you some things that have some interesting flavors.” I snicker at that, “You’re going to love the flavors that this big boy is going to add to your food.” I say as I give my ass a few taps.

“Listen here nut job! I’m not eating anything you bring to me, so let me go this instant!” He replies angrily.

I growl in anger and I can feel my stomach rumbling along with my growl. This guy just made a big mistake! “As I said before, when you talk to me you will call me sir, but I don’t think you’ll be able to speak for quite a while. Next, you will be eating my food because every time you don’t I’ll give you a big helping of beef stew. And since you really ticked me off I’m serving you, your first helping, bon appétit!” I reach back with both hands. One hand pulls open my ass cheek, and I put my other hand on the back of Chuck’s head and I pull his face into my ass. I wiggle my ass and manhandle his face until I feel his lips pressed against my ass hole. Oh yeah, dinner is served.

PPPPPPPpphhhhtttttt, BBBBbbrrrrrppppttttt, FFFFFFFfpppphhhsssss

“Ahh, wasn’t that delicious?” He’s screaming but I can barely hear it with his face stuffed in my ass. But I can feel his screams against my butthole and it feels kind of nice. “Oh what’s that? You want seconds you say? Well here’s another mouthful of my famous homemade beef stew.” I know I’m being a dick but I love teasing this guy.

RRRRRRrrrbbbbbttttt, PPPppssssssssrrrrtttttt, BBBBbbhhhhhhfffftttttt.

I laugh as I feel him thrashing behind me and yelling into my ass. I start rubbing my asshole over his lips and nose to torment him more. “Ahh, that felt good and I’m sure it tasted good as well.” I say with a laugh. “My butt makes a mean stew doesn’t it? I think you should verbally tell my butt thank you.” I snicker as I pull his face from my ass so he can speak. But I still have my ass a few inches from his face.

Once I let Chuck out of my ass he starts to greedily gasp for fresh air. And in a labored voice he says, “Fuck you!” I smirk knowing that I was going to receive an answer like that. I then start to let out a series of farts into his face to punctuate every word I say.

“Let’s” ppbbbttt

“Try” rrfftttt

“That” bbbbhhhttt

“Again”

FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRrrrrrbbbbbbbttttttttssssss

I finish off with a monster fart in his face that lasts for 30 seconds and ends with a hiss. I can hear him gagging behind me and I can’t help but laugh. ”Ahh, now is there something you want to say to my butt Chuck?” I hear Chuck mumble something that I can’t hear so I grunt and…

PPPPpffftttttt

“What was that?”

RRRrrrrrbbbbttt

“I couldn’t hear what you said?”

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“You might want to speak louder so I can hear you over my farts.”

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“If I don’t hear you, I’m not going to stop farting Chuck haha.”

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Chuck finally breaks, “Thank you sir’s butt for the meal! Now please stop I’m begging you!”

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“Ahhhh, that was just my butt telling you, you’re welcome.” I say as I stand up and turn around. I look down at him with a smirk and I like what I see. His eyes are wet and red from my gas and I can see fear in them as well. I take a deep breath inhaling my own brew, “Ahh, you smell that Chuck? Nothing’s better than the smell of a home cooked meal. But I think it’s time for my specialty, desert.” I turn to head to the counter, but before I take a step, I leave him a gift. With my butt facing the side of his face I lift my leg and…

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I walk up to the counter as I leave Chuck gagging on my last fart. I pick up a chocolate chip cookie and head back to him. With a smile I bring the cookie to his face. He reels back but takes a sniff. In a voice full of surprise he says, “I-It actually smells good.” He then looks up to my face with a dubious expression, “What did you do to it?”

I feign a look of sadness, “Chuck you wound me. I’ve done nothing to it.” He looks hopeful after I say this. Maybe thinking that I’m showing him petty and I might even let him go soon. But I quickly squash those ideas. “Oh man, my hands are feeling very tired from cooking so long, but no worries I’ve got a perfect way to feed you.” I snicker as I turn around and let him see me sticking the cookie (vertically) between my butt checks. I push the cookie in enough so that majority of the cookie is sticking out my ass and the other part is secured in place between my ass cheeks. I pull my hand away and let him realize that I’m going to feed him with my butt. I arch my back making my ass jut backwards and press the cookie against Chuck’s lips. And I smile as he simultaneously struggles to get free and at the same time begging me not to force feed him this cookie.

I decide to give him a choice, “Here’s the thing Chuck, I always make sure my guests leave with a full stomach, and for desert you can only chose from two items on the menu. The first item is this scrumptious cookie, and the second item is another hardy helping of my famous beef stew. So what will you have?” Since I started talking I’ve been ripping a long sbd fart. I know this fart is coating and sinking into this cookie since it’s point blank from the source. I doubt any piece of the cookie won’t be drenched in my foul gas. I laugh as I hear him let out a whine that sounds like a wounded moose. He probably made that noise because a combination of hearing the options he must choose from and this rancid sbd I poisoned the air around him with.

“I-I don’t want either. Please just stop.” He says in a quiet and broken voice. With the cookie between my butt cheeks, I can’t rip a barrage of farts on him like I’ve done only a few minutes ago. But that’s alright I have another weapon in my arsenal. I swallow a few mouthfuls of air before cupping my hand and putting it over my mouth. BBBBBuuuuuurrrrppppp. I pull my cupped hand from my mouth quickly, but I still get a whiff of my belch, and it even makes my eyes water. I reach behind and cover his nose with my cupped hand. I make sure his nose doesn’t get away from my hand as he struggles. After 20 seconds I remove my hand. As he gags on the stench of my belch I once again ask, “What will you have?”

“T-The cookie, I ch-chose the cookie.” I again arch my back jutting my ass and the cookie into his face. I smile as I look over my shoulder and see him tilt his head and take the first bite. After chewing twice he starts to gag and looks like he might spit it out. “If you spit it out I will shove the rest of the cookie into your mouth and force it down your throat with my farts,” I threaten. He chews a bit more vigorously and finally swallows. After a few more bites, all that is left of the cookie is submerged in my ass. I move my ass away from his face a bit, and pull out the last piece of the cookie. Chuck makes another noise of disgust. I smile since the piece of cookie and his face is in my butt’s blast zone. I close one eyes and grunt.

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Ahhh. I rip a beast of a fart that lasts a minute and a half. I drench the piece of cookie in another rancid fart and Chuck is currently in a coughing fit. I turn around and squat down so I am face to face with Chuck whose still in a coughing fit for a few more moments. And I can’t blame him. Even though it’s my own brew I still scrunch my face in disgust at the smell. Once his fit is over I bring the piece of cookie to his lips. He looks reluctant but he eventually opens his mouth slowly. I place the piece of cookie on his tongue and he winces immediately at the taste. I then place my hand on his chin and push up so he closes his mouth. He starts to chew. And after ten seconds of chewing he finally swallows the last bite of my fart cookie.

I smile and gently rub the back of his head as he looks at me nervously. I stop rubbing the back of his head but I keep my hand there and my smile turns into a smirk. His nervous look turns in a fearful one and he lets out an audible gulp. In a flash I tighten my hand on the back of his head and pull him forward. I open my mouth and tilt my head as I move my face towards his as well. Once our faces meet, my open mouth is sealed around his nose. BBBBBBBbuurrrppppp. I laugh with a muffled voice as he trashes under me trying to escape from my mouth and the smell. After 30 seconds I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head and he passes out.  

I look at him and wonder how many times I can make him pass out? Let find out. As I’m still squatting I reach between my legs and I rip a fart into my cupped hand. Fffrrppttt. I let out a sigh and bring it to his face and waft it up his nose. After 3 seconds he comes back to and groans when he sees my face. I smile at him and again start swallowing mouthfuls of air. With a scared expression he screams in my face, “Charizard!”

My eyes widen and I quickly jump up and start untying him from behind the chair. Once I’ve untied him, I quickly grab a bottle of water and return to his side. I kneel next to him and help him take a few sips of water. “Are you okay baby? I wasn’t too rough on you were I?” I ask him worriedly. He smiles at me tiredly and shakes his head before answering, “No I was really enjoying it, so much so that I came in my underwear just before you made me pass out.” He blushes and then looks down at my crotch, “But I can’t help but notice you haven’t come yet. I know this was your idea but this scene might not have turned you on as much as you thought it would. So I’m just stopping this for a breather and seeing if you’re still into this?”  

I can’t help but smile. He’s always thinking of me and putting me first. “No baby this is unbelievably hot for me.” With a smirk I nod my head toward the tray of cookies, “Tonight I planned to make you come multiple times before I finally come. And as you can see we have plenty of chocolate chip cookies for tonight.” Chuck then looks at me curiously and asks what the cupcakes are for. “That’s for the restaurant tomorrow. I farted in the ingredients as I made them and I’m going to fart on them a few times before heading to work. I’m in a fart war with my boss Aaron again. And these are my secret weapons that I whipped up.” I say then let out a chuckle. Chuck rolls his eyes, used to my constant fart duel with my just as gassy boss Aaron, and sometimes with his best friend Ryan.

Chuck smiles at me and gives me a peck on the lips. I try to follow his lips but he pulls back into the chair. Even though he’s not tied up he brings his arms behind the chair and looks at me with a nervous expression. “I’ve eaten the cookie now please let me go. I-I promise to write an amazing review for your restaurant.” Ha, he’s back in character. I give him a quick kiss on the nose and a smile before returning back to character as well. “I don’t know. With that stutter and that look in your eyes, I think you might be lying. I think I need a second opinion. Oh my butt is great with being in people’s faces like this. Let’s see if my butt can tell if you’re lying.”  I turn around bend over so my ass is in his face again, “Now let’s have him take a look at you.” I reach back with both hands and spread open my butt cheeks. Now he’s face to face with my wrinkled and flexing butthole.

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I let out a long and hissing fart into his face that is wet at the end. Hearing him gagging and coughing on my fart is music to my ears. My jock is soaking with my pre. Ahhh, there’s nothing like role play and fart torture with the man that you love.

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Teen Guys Own A Dork

Next, the chili and beans started catching up with the studs and they started farting. Quickly they laid me on the ground on my back and started FACESITTING ME.

“Ok faggot, you wanted to smell all of our farts? Now you are gonna do it! From now on, don’t fucking breathe unless one of us is sitting on your face! If I catch you taking one breath that is not from one our asses, you get an ass beating with my belt.” With that, whoever had to fart would sit down on my face, wedge my nose right up his butthole, and then sit down tight on my face. The only air getting in or out would be coming from his butthole. After about 1-2 minutes of sniffing his butthole and kissing it against my will, each Master would cut a loud fart right up my nose and then sit down harder on my face so nothing escaped my nose.

All of the Teen Masters roared with laughter! The chili and the beans and onions turned these studs hot asses into turbo male gas powered asses. These studs would fart with such force and noise up my nose that the smell was overpowering my senses! Even my face and eyes would smart when the loud fart was ripped into my face. THERE WAS NO LET UP!!

One of these totally superior, straight, Teenagers would fart in my face every minute even if they had to get up and play musical chairs on my face. The Studs were getting up and sitting down on my face to fart up my nose without a break. Each new loud fart brought the house down with riotous, cocky laughter. Some of the teen studs really got into heavy verbal humiliation while I was being owned by farts!

Some would say, “THAT’S RIGHT FAGGOT, YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BREATHE REAL AIR! SO YOU WILL FUCKING SMELL AND BREATHE OUR FARTS FOR AIR!! FUCK, YOU SHOULD NEVER BREATHE FRESH AIR, FAG, YOU OUGHTA BE KISSING OUR STRAIGHT, TOUGH ASSES AND BREATHING OUR FARTS 24X7, YOU FREAK!!!” FUCK, EVEN OUR FARTS ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOU ARE, FAG! SO BREATHE OUR FARTS AND THANK US FOR THEM!!!! SAY IT NOW!!!

My reply had to come quickly so I blurted out “Masters, I worship your asses! I LIVE TO SMELL YOUR FARTS! I WANT TO SMELL AND BREATHE EACH OF YOUR FARTS FOR AIR TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN! PLEASE STUDS, NEVER STOP FARTING IN MY FACE, I BEG YOU!”

The Teen Studs again erupted like volcanoes into rioutous at what at they had just heard me beg for with my heart and soul. This time, some of them began to MOCK ME by using a female voice and saying. “Oh Sir, I beg to smell all your farts! Your farts are so cool and so sexy!” As one stud imitated and mocked me, the other STUDS again broke out in LAUGHING FITS!

The 15-year-old wrestler, named MARK, sort of took charge and finally said to me “MARY, YOU SORRY ASSED FAGGOT, YOU ARE PATHETIC, WE ARE LAUGHING IN YOUR FACE WHILE YOU SMELL AND BREATHE OUR FARTS!!! Any real man would get up and pound the living shit out of each one of us if he were in your place, BUT YOU BEG US FOR MORE!! You beg for us to fart on you all day long for the whole school year when you only had to do it for tonight! YOU BEG FOR MORE HUMILIATION EACH TIME WE FART ON YOU! he he he he he! WELL, IF YOU INSIST, MARY, THAT IS WHAT YOU’RE GONNA GET: YOU WILL BREATHE NOTHING BUT OUR FARTS FOR AIR FROM NOW ON NO MATTER WHERE WE ARE FAG! FUCK, YOU MAKE ME LAUGH, YOU ARE SO FUCKING PATHETIC. YOU PUSSY!!! You are gonna get all you asked for and them some and Im gonna laugh my ass off at you the rest of the fucking school year, FAG!!!“

When I heard this last statement, I HAD A SUCH A SMILE ON MY FACE THAT EVERYONE COULD SEE IT WHEN THE STUD LIFTED HIS ASS UP OFF MY FACE FOR A MINUTE. “FUCK, GUYS, LOOK AT MARY, SHE IS HAPPIER THAN A CLAM! SHE REALLY WANTS OUR FARTS ALL THE TIME. FUCK, I KNEW IT! OK GUYS, EAT SOME MORE CHILE BEANS, SO WE CAN BLOW THE BITCH’S FACE OFF TONIGHT!!! he he he he he he.”

As I breathed each one of their high powered FARTS into my nose, mouth and lungs, I could feel myself getting high on their hot male gas! I FELT LIKE I WAS ON THE BEST DRUG AROUND! BETTER THAN MARIJUANA! BETTER THAN BOOZE. BETTER THAN SPEED. THESE TEENAGE STRAIGHT MALE FARTS MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS HIGHER THAN A KITE. One guy would blast one fart in my face after another for about 10 minutes and then he would run out of gas. The next guy would then sit down on my face, wedge my nose up his butthole, and then blast me face with about 10 more minutes of one fart after another.

The Teen Masters started LAUGHING at the different noises each guys farts made when they ripped into my face. Some farts were LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS and some were SOFTER BUT JUST AS DEADLY. Soon the Teen Masters started COMPARING EACH STUD’S FARTS to see whose were the loudest. Next, they started a contest to see who could RIP the MOST FARTS IN MY FACE. As each stud sat on my face and BLEW LOUD FARTS UP MY NOSE, someone kept SCORE like they were at a football game. As one stud would get ahead of the other in points, the other studs would STRAIN AS HARD AS THEY COULD TO BLAST MORE FARTS IN MY FACE. This FART HUMILIATION WHILE I WAS FACE SAT BY 4 DIFFERENT STRAIGHT TEENAGE MALES, MADE ME SO ROCK HARD that they could all see my BONER.

As the studs saw my BONER, SOME TEEN MASTERS would rub their foot on my cock to make fun of my puny cock with a small boner. As they rubbed my cock with their feet and laughed at how I was getting off on their farts, MY BODY BEGAN SHAKING AND SUDDENLY I HAD A HUGE CLIMAX AFTER MARK CUT HIS 5TH FART IN MY FACE. My body shook so hard and I came so violently, the Teen Masters just launched into another LAUGHING JAG at how their SEXY FARTS made me CUM SO HARD.  

After I came, they each CONTINUED to FART in my face anytime they could. As they did it, I would kiss their asses and yell THANK YOU into their buttholes. This always made them laugh. The TEEN Masters enjoyed the hell out of their Teen FAG slave smelling and breathing each one of their farts each time someone had to fart! “HEY FAGGOT! SIT BEHIND ME IN CLASS, AND YOU CAN BEND DOWN TO PICK UP SOMETHING YOU DROPPED, AND I WILL FART IN YOUR FACE RIGHT IN CLASS! I will hang my jacket over the back of my chair so you can hide behind that and smell my farts!”

Other TEEN MASTERS said things like: “ Fuck, you can meet me after lunch every day, and I will fart on your face for the rest of the lunch hour out in the woods behind school.” He he he he he” Other Teen Masters said, “FAG, after these guys work you over after lunch, I will take you out in the woods after school and fart on your face before going home.”

Each teen Master made mocking offers of when I could smell his farts during the school week. Each Teen Stud told me that all I had to do was drop something behind them wherever we were at school and that they would back right into my face and cut a FART before anyone could figure out what was going on. They would make it look like I was a STUMBLE BUM who caused them to trip backwards as an excuse for their butts to back square into my face. If someone saw it, they would only laugh anyway and I would deserve it if they laughed at me. Between all of the 4 Teen Masters, I would from now on have had my face sat on and FARTED on from 7 am to 5 PM each time there was a break from classes, before classes, at lunch, and after classes.

When I enthusiastically said, `YES, Masters, I will meet you there at that time,“ they all BUSTED OUT LAUGHING AGAIN. Some offered to face sit and fart on me during the weekend as well and each Teen Stud was told “YES, SIR. where do I meet you?” to every one of their offers! My enthusiastic worship of all of their farts and my acceptance of their offers to do the same all throughout the week had the Teen Masters in one hell of a cocky mood. After a few more laughs, the Masters pulled their pants off and started sitting their bare, musty, dirty assholes right on my mouth

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Drivethrough

Derek didn’t need money for much, and it wasn’t just because his family was pretty well off, okay? He wasn’t stuck up, or snooty, like Jackson. He didn’t subtly flaunt his wealth like Lydia. He just…was Derek, plain and simple. He didn’t buy much, his mom usually taking care of his clothes, as childish as it sounded. He hated shopping though, so it was a pretty sweet deal. He took Laura’s car to school now that she was taking college classes from home, so she always filled it back up. And come Christmas, his mom gave out a hundred bucks to shop for everyone in the family. Which, in retrospect, was certainly not enough for the twenty plus Hale’s that gathered out in the preserve around that time. But they made it work. Which was all to say, he’d never had to worry about getting a job. He was seventeen, a senior in high school, and he’d never had a job. It had never really embarrassed him, more so made him that much more grateful for the life he was able to live. Until he’d started dating Stiles. Stilinski had always been on his radar, loud and filling up space so obnoxiously it was hard not to notice him. Especially when he flirted with Derek so hard sometimes the other boy contemplated just choking Stiles out on his dick to get some peace. Only sometimes though. Derek wasn’t aggressive by nature. Usually. But that’s all it had ever been, annoying digs at his dick and height, talks of stubble burn between cheeks that made Stiles giggle and Derek blush. But then Stiles had actually asked him out on a date. And Derek…Derek fell really fucking hard in the span of about forty five minutes.

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Top 20 Ways to Use a Faggot's Face

A faggot’s face is one of the most versatile appliances a Man can own. Here are 20 ways to maximize its use in your home:

Fuck it: This is obvious. A faggot’s throat is essentially a pussy with built-in suction power. Instead of jerking off with your hand, use your faggot’s mouth whenever you need to get off. You can lie back and set it on autopilot for a hands-free blowjob, or you can stand up and fuck the faggot’s face balls-deep as if it were a cunt. Your choice.

Spit on it: Sometimes, a Man just needs to spit. Too much saliva? A bad taste in your mouth? A loogie you need to cough up? Whatever kind of spit it is, call your faggot over and do it on his face or down his throat. The pig will be grateful.

Clean your ass with it: A faggot’s face makes a perfect asswipe. Don’t waste your money on toilet paper or soap. A faggot will clean your asshole no matter what condition it’s in. Have swamp ass driving on a hot day? Pull over and the faggot will clean your sweaty crack up in a jiffy. Need to take a dump? Make sure you’re faggot’s lying next to the toilet so you can take a seat on his face for a cleaning when you’re done. Just back from the gym? Don’t risk getting athlete’s foot in the gym showers; just go home and make your faggot eat you until you’re fresh again.

Piss down it: Unfortunately, most homes don’t come with urinals. As a result, your toilet probably gets covered in piss when you take a leak. Keep your toilet clean by using the faggot’s face, instead. The pig will drink every drop; you’ll never have to clean your toilet again.

Slap it: Bad day at work? Stub your toe? Pissed off at your buddy? Smack your faggot. You’ll feel better.

Use it as a footrest: Sure, you can put your feet up on an ottoman, or the coffeetable, but will it lick them for you when you do? Nope. A faggot’s face will. Try it. It’s a nice way to relax in front of the TV. Put your feet up on the faggot’s face and let it lick your foot funk while you chillax.

Use it as a kleenex: There are never tissues around when you need them. A faggot’s face will do nicely, though. Whether you need to full-on blow your nose, or just want to give it a good pick and need a place to wipe the boogers, your faggot’s face is the perfect solution.

Hang your laundry on it: Sometimes, a piece of dirty laundry just needs to air out before you wear it again or put it in the wash. A faggot’s face works great for this. Hang your dirty socks on it, for instance, or a pair of dirty underwear. The faggot will be happy to sit there like a laundry rack. Admittedly, it doesn’t work as well as bleach, but a faggot’s tongue can be useful for treating stains, too — especially cum stains, piss stains and shit stains, all of which it will happily suck from your dirty towels, underwear, socks and sheets.

Use it as a notepad: Need to write yourself a note? Use the faggot’s forehead. Whether it’s your grocery list or a phone number you need to write down, the faggot will wear it there for as long as you need it. Or, maybe you need to leave the faggot a message? You can write “faggot,” “pig” or “slut” on its forehead, too, so it remembers what it is when it looks in the mirror (faggots are dumb; they need reminders sometimes).

Burp and fart in it: Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a guy. When you belch and fart, you like to smell your own aroma. There’s no shame in it. But wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t have to enjoy the smell by yourself? You like how your burps and farts smell; a faggot will give you validation by affirming that they do, indeed, smell awesome. Or, if you do it in his mouth when you have company over, there won’t be a smell at all, which makes you a good host.

Pour your beer on it: The beer at the bottom of the bottle is just backwash. You don’t want to drink it. So, pour it over the faggot. Plus, he’ll go fetch you a new one.

Use it as a napkin: When eating something messy, like ribs or a burger, keep your faggot kneeling beside you at the table. If he’s been a good faggot, allow him to lick your fingers clean. If not, you can just wipe them on his face. Either works.

Use it as an athletic supporter: Granted, you can’t use a faggot’s face when you’re playing sports or out jogging, but there are still times when your boys get tired of hanging and just need a little extra support. When that happens, call your faggot over and rest your nuts on his face. You keep them there while you watch TV or do work or whatever. The faggot will happily allow your balls to rest on his face in order to give them a break from hanging.

Sit on it: We’ve already established that a faggot’s face is a good asswipe. Even if your ass is clean, however, it can be useful to your ass by serving as a seat. It’s ergonomic, too, as a faggot’s face fits perfectly inside asscrack.

Use it as an erectile aid: Everyone has trouble getting their cock fully hard sometimes. A faggot’s face works well for this. No need for drugs. Stand over it, slap your cock against it a few times, and it will almost always give you full wood. If the face alone isn’t working, try slapping it against the faggot’s tongue, instead.

Use it as deodorant: Don’t waste your money on deodorant. Have your faggot clean your funky pits, instead.

Use it as a cum rag: You never know what to do with your load when you beat off. Sock? Towel? T-shirt? Kleenex? None of the above. Try a faggot’s face or throat, instead, for the easiest possible cleanup.

Use it to polish your shoes: A faggot’s tongue does an excellent job of cleaning dirty shoes and boots.

Use it to clean your toilet: A faggot’s face works well as a toilet. But in the event that you — or your guests — use the porcelain toilet, instead, the human toilet can clean it for you with its tongue. Piss stains and shit stains alike disappear when you use the “magic faggot eraser.” Likewise, take your faggot with you to restaurants, movies, the airport, the gym or the game; in the event that you need to use a public stall or urinal, the faggot will clean it for you first so you don’t have to deal with strangers’ filth.

Use it to gamble: You’re a gambling man. But you’re also fiscally conservative. Instead of betting cash, therefore, bet your faggot’s face. If you’re betting with buddies on the big game, for example, offer up your faggot’s face; winner gets to use the faggot’s face for a day for any and/or all of the above-mentioned 19 items!

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This is your new home cuck under my alpha ass while your boyfriend rides my cock. Your in for a true swamp ass time cuck