When your friend had suggesting hiking you were doubtful. But when he implied that since it was gonna be a hot day so he'd be topless you couldn't refuse. You wish he'd told you before you agreed however that it was a desert canyon hike.
Yes you're friend was hot to look at but even his glistening sweaty body and thick ass barely covered in shorts ahead of you was enough to distract you from how fucking hot the desert was.
After even he started to struggle you both luckily agreed upon a little cave off the path to enjoy the shade and cool off.
"Whoo, I knew it would be hot but fuck!" He fanned himself as you nodded in agreement not trying to expend too much energy.
"I mean look at me I fucking radiating light with the amount of sweat I've made." He took a sniff of his pits and recoiled as he posed towards you. "Fuck I'm radiating something else too!" He chuckled.
Even in the sweltering heat you still ended up staring and your cock still stiffened.
"Shit.." Was all you managed to reply. You'd only been friends for a short while and this was the first time he'd offered to hang out the two of you, and with your developing crush you'd leaped on the opportunity.
"Anyways you hungry? I made bean dip!"
"Bean dip, on a hike in this heat? Are you mad?!" This confusion at least gave you some energy.
"Hah well more for me!" He grinned as he pulled a sizable tub of the dip out of his satchel and a bag of chips. As you watched trying not to feel nauseous at the sight, he smiled as he crunched. "Whew you're gonna start wishing you took some of this off of me!"
"What do you-"
PHHHHHHHRRRRRRAAAARRRRRPPPPP
He lifted up a cheek in your direction and the sweaty flatulence spewed out onto you. You throat was already vulnerable and dry but now it was being burned by a sulfuric stench.
"Hah have you not been acquainted with my booty bombs yet?" He snickered
"Apparently not." You raspily replied trying to waft away the fatal fumes.
He paused his consumption of the half-gone bean dip and sprung up twisting his ass in your direction. "Legend has it all the butt bombs are what keeps it so big." You couldn't help but ogle it even if it was dangerously close to you.
FFFFFRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPTTTTT
The meaty stink began to make you gag and if anything the heat made it worse with the stench being sweltering. He took a big whiff of the gas. "Phew doesn't smell like my butt's getting any smaller though!"
BBBBBBBRRRRRRAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT
He took another sniff, "Whew definitely getting stinkier though!" You were really struggling now, even if you were getting to look at his glorious ass, the plentiful gas was making you feel dirty and weak. He looked back at you a little worried.
"Shit man, sorry I forget how bad they are for newbies." He turned around and grabbed you some water which you downed in a heartbeat.
"It's fine." You spluttered weakly, with the effect the heat and the stink had on you, you didn't sound convincing.
"Nah man I'm sorry, and sorry it's so hot today shouldn't have dragged you out." He quickly scooped the rest of the deadly dip into his mouth in one messy chomp. Still chewing he offered his finger winking cheekily again. "Pull my finger and I'll carry you back to the car?"
That caught your attention. "Really?" You said with a bit more strength in your voice. He just poked his finger out further smiling a little flirtily. You couldn't resist, who cares if the farts killed you if you died on his strong back you'd at least be happy. You pulled and he grunted.
The heated fart seemed to echo all around the desert blowing sand up behind him with his expression of ecstatic relief. Even if it wasn't facing you the stench easily trailed over to your damaged nostrils making you cough a little more but you at least got to appreciate the sight of the man in his orgasmic relief. As the fart climaxed and the stinky blast started to die down he eventually turned around to let you climb onto his sweaty back, you tried desperately to will your boner down so it wouldn't poke him but you weren't even trying that hard anymore.
You may your head into his back as he started effortless walking laughing a little. "Whew gonna have to meet up again to build up your resistance, and don't worry about the journey back to the car even if their is some turbulence!" You felt him pause and jutt his ass out.
I want you to fantasize about me sitting on your Yes you, you specifically reading this. Fantasize. Daydream. Crave it.
Think about me sitting on your face. No pants. No boxers. Just my bare skin, ass and balls resting on you. Strong thighs to either side of your head. Pushing down on you. Squishing you. Smothering you. Imagine barely being able to breath as your nose is smushed into my warm and hairy asscheeks. The weight of my body as I use you as my chair. As my throne. As something lesser than me.
Really think about it girl. About the act of submission, service and humiliation. About the weight. The musky smell. The warmth. You want it don’t you girlie? Be honest. You want me to sit on you like my little chair. Use you as my throne. Press your nose against my asshole. Make you lay there for hours as I unwind with my heavy balls, ass and cock pressed onto you. My ass and body hairs sticking to you as I laugh sadistically. Putting you in place. Making you reek. Making you lesser.
Wel? It might be your pretty face and nose to others. But to me, that surface is my throne. So be grateful and stay still. Be grateful and take a deep fucking whiff.
Hello and welcome to this new story! This can be seen as a forever/one shot type story for each chapter as they are just a slave dynamic.
But before we get into that- this is the PROLOGUE to the main story, it's sadistic and sexy, so i definitely recommend reading, every story after this will follow the slave and master's dynamic.
[includes: face dildo riding (?) , non consensual activity, light farts, cum farts, ball busting, bondage, smacking/pain, sadistic power play and heavy verbal]
Prologue: How i became the Slave of my ex boyfriend.
"I've been cheating on you, Clay," i watch my boyfriend's warm smile drop, his broad shoulders sinking. He stares at me, absolutely pissed - glaring green eyes, heavy breathing and clenched fists as he stands his stocky tall frame infront of me in my bedroom.
"You fucking what?" he rages, conflicted at staying calm, i had become terrified.
My boyfriend's the best, we've been together for 2 years. I thought we were perfect for each other since the other week, since i decided i wanted to fuck that guy at the bar. I'm a horrible person, I know. Sue me.
But i had to admit it, i had to tell him, seeing his adorable sweet eyes blink into anger makes my stomach turn.
"The other week.. it's been eating me ever since but i have to tell you, i'm so sorry," i gulp, and he takes one lunge easily with his large legs to step before me. But he's not just angry, he's heartbroken. His eyes pool in tears as his jaw shakes, mine does too, only out of fear.
"You really want to through away everything i did for you? I can't believe you! No-" he starts, now in a fit of rage. His blood lust eyes sparkle as his hands thrust onto my shoulders, plummeting me to the floor. It was easy, so easy for him, as he was so much stronger than me.
I don't have time to process on the floor, my hands reaching up to my head. Furious, Clay rummages in the drawer on his desk, throwing vibrant objects onto the bed as my back rests against the mattress.
"You don't have to do that~ i'm sorry," i beg.
He ignores me, turning around and starting for me with a ziptie. I resist his brute force, he doesn't use it ever, not on me, but this time was different. He shoves me forward and holds both my hands behind my back, holding my fumbling wrists together in one of his large hands.
"Clay!! Clay stop, i'm serious," i fluster, squirming around on my knees.
"I'm fucking done with you, you do not get to suck some other dick and stab me in the fucking back. So i'm returning the favour, you fucking pussy," he whispers evil into my ear, and the man i've known and loved for two years has just brutally zip tied my wrists behind my back - i was so fucked.
He stands before me, glaring at me with such evil intent, he was certain about this, so sure.
"Please," i sob, snot leaking from my nose like a bitch.
He doesn't say anything. His eyes remain locked on me whilst his hands go to his shorts, swiftly withdrawing them from his body as they drop to the floor. No. Almost quicker, his shirt vanishes into his hand in one swish of his arm, now naked. Is it bad i'm trying not to be turned on? His body, so large and perfectly crafted. Man, was he hairy, i try not to look at his penis, but i do, and i know he sees. He was generously packed, his cock sitting between his large, almost tanned testicles - all coated in dark, messy and loose brown pubes. I force myself to glance away.
Gently, his large hand caresses my face, his thumb pivoting at my mouth to make me look up.
"You fucked up babe, now, i'm gonna use you to get one final nut. And then, your ass is out. Understood?" he nods, not removing his eyes from mine.
I nod, enjoying the warmth of his hand on my face. I try to take his thumb into my mouth, and my lips don't get past his fingernail before he recoils and smacks me square across the cheek, his silver ring almost breaking my jaw. Ow. I deserved that.
"You're fucking deluded," he turns around, revealing his fury naked man ass. His legs were like large pistons, carrying his colossal thighs and cheeks.
Stepping back, he finds something on the bed behind my head, giving it a shake before turning around to rest a hand on the mattress.
"If i were you, i'd just enjoy it baby, no man's ever gonna use you the same after today," he grins, letting out a chuckle as he brings a vibrant pink silicone dildo to my mouth. The base was suctioned and slightly hollow, fitting my lips perfectly. His large hand dismisses my whimpers of disapproval as he presses my neck to the mattress, confirming me against it. Attached to the sides of the dildo, black plastic straps wrap around my jaw, and Clay fastens the dildo onto my mouth securely, like a muzzle to play with.
He smiles, proud of his arrangement as he lightly smacks the 7 inch plastic cock ascending from my mouth, my face following the direction. It's only now i notice the almost empty tub of lube in his hands, squeezing out the clear stuff into his hand and throwing the tub away.
"Haven't used this baby in a minute, fucking love a good dildo, don't you?" he says, absently, and i groan my disapproval once more, "Aww.. poor baby."
He squats slightly to loosen his puckered manly hole, rubbing the slick stuff over his backend. As if washing himself off, Clay lathers his ass up with lube, and i squint, shaking my head as i know where this is going.
"Yeah baby, remember, when i sit back on your face remember who got you into this - because i'm not the one who fucking cheated, Christ," he huffs, rubbing the remaining lube from his hand on the dildo attached to my mouth, the pressure of his hand pushing my head into the bed.
I observe as he finds the LED controller for my room, pointing it at the corner to switch them on. He adjusts the room to a rich, warm red, and if i try hard enough i can convince myself this is just some fucked fantasy.
"How's that?" he smiles again, turning to put both his size 12 feet at either side of my kneeled body, giving his fuzzy ass a smack. "I probably smell a little bit~ so you'll have to excuse me, sucks to be you i guess, cause you can only breathe through your nose."
He squats, spreading his crack to part his ass, descending onto my face. The tip meets his hole, and welcomes its new home, his ass gaping over the dildo as he takes in a few sparing inches.
"Oh god~ yeah.. ow, mmphhgg," he grumbles, resting a clenched fist on his knee. Meanwhile, i'm taking 190 pounds of man on my jaw, my lips quivering as my head is grinded to a pulp into the mattress behind me. Slowly, he sits up a second, letting his ass adjust to the absence of a cock.
He's never ridden me before, i've never asked. Clay has always been the top, i mean look at him, he's like a caveman, but he loves this dildo, looking up the base i can still see residue he never bothered to wash off. Never would i have imagined he would do this, yet here i am.
"Fuck," he growls, holding the dripping pink pole
in his fingers before putting it back to his asshole again. He allows it to penetrate him further, and eventually, with the sound of ass hair tickling against the plastic, he stuffs himself with the dildo, his bulbous asscheeks rounding against my face. Speaking of my face, not only was it crushed, it was smothered in ass juice and lube, my jaw coated in the stuff.
Grinding abruptly, he moans in a manly deep voice.
"Awugh~ thank you Pinnocio," he smiles, absently fluttering his hand back to stroke my hair, his face too focused to look behind.
"Mm.." he mutters, sitting back up, and then back down again, taking the toy up his juicy cunt once more. This time giving up on his knees and relaxing back into the mattress, grunting in the relief. The toy had disappeared up his rear, Clay's gaped hole expanding just over my mouth, making my tastebuds flourish.
"The perfect base for my toy, just what you deserve," he claims, turning his head faintly, as i look up his hairy back and muscular shoulders. His asscheeks had squished on top of my face, the skin folded and gathered into chubby chunks that sat on the edge of my eyelids. He stinks, by the way, his ass reaking of funk as my only breathing hole struggles for air under his foul smell.
Then he rides my face. Up and down, he messily sits his manly weight down on my poor jaw and chases his own nut.
"Shut up shut up!!~" he pants, his heel kicking into my legs as he lightly grinds my bulge. I squirm, the pressure growing harder as he begins to kick into my balls, the pain spine shivering as he circles his hips on top of my face.
"Yeah? I should've busted your bitch balls sooner - i never thought i'd say this but, now i'm dumping your pathetic ass, your dick is fucking pathetic, otherwise i'd be riding you properly right now. And you're hard? Are you that easy? I should've left you sooner, blue balls faggot," he shamelessly admits, breaking me to tears as i squirm beneath his seated ass. His tailbone and top part of his crack cuddles my nose, and my nostrils are invaded with his vinegary sweat, he was always in a constant stink, but i loved him~ not anymore.
Clay stops bullying my bulge, my dick aching as he begins to ride the toy again, finally chasing the orgasm he previously paused. I sit in shamed tears and silence as he moans profusely over my mouth, swallowing the dildo back and forth up his ass as he finally busts into his palm. He catches his breath in viscous growls as he sits back on my poor jaw, panting in satisfaction.
With a wiggle, he stands half way, free of the dildo, now sat wonky on my lips. It was painted in marks of brown gunk and an overall warm juice. His asshole, now loose and agape, warmly welcomes his handful of cum as he fingers himself his own load. I watch in grotesque horror as his four fingers slot into himself as the load mostly disappears, his hole clenching tight as he sucks his fingers off one by one.
Wirh a wicked smile, Clay turns to grab my head and wrestle the evil toy off me. I follow suit, wriggling my head out of the strap as he unfastens it; i greedily gasp fresh air in the dark red bedroom. My lips felt blue with a suction mark around it, having been used.
"And for my next trick," he readies his legs above me like a hairy spider, spreading his sweaty, manly cheeks once more, "I'm gonna make all that cum~"
He sits flat on my face, plastering his abused, raw asshole onto my lips, probably my final somewhat-kiss with Clay: his greasy butt. My head is swallowed. Demolished even. His cheeks are so smothering and hot, i nearly even hear his final word, "disappear."
And with that, he goes quiet, taking a breath.
"Ayo, eat this, fag," he grins lazily, releasing a rancid, bubbly fart down my throat, spewing oozing cum into my mouth which i'm forced to welcome wide. It tastes like regular semen, mixed with ass juices and shit. I cough and reluctantly swallow. He
farts again, echoing down my gaping mouth as i grimace. He stands up, taking a finger to his butt to wipe and lick.
"Mmm- good no?" he asks, before smacking my face again, "I want you out by tonight, fuck you cheater." He spits, landing on my chest as he steps to the desk for a final time. Clay breifly cuts the plastic on my wrists with a pair of cheap scissors, letting my sore wrists free. I watch as he stands up to throw his underwear on, taking the rest of his clothes with him. He leaves me on the floor, filled with shame and humiliation, and covered in his disgust.
———
One week later.
I park my car into the driveway. It had been a week
since i had been rightfully dumped, and i've been a mess since. Living at our old house sucked, so empty and miserable. So here i was at my ex boyfriend's house, awkwardly parked in his grand driveway.
When i knock at the door his face is unreadable, but mostly angry.
"You? You're showing your face to me again after~ after i ruined it," he smiles, impressed with himself.
I look up at his towering frame, he looked good. Not tired like me, he was beaming.
You worked at a yacht club that very wealthy men would patronize, and one wealthy patron named Rick would always request you to work aboard his yacht so that he could humiliate you as a worker amongst his buddies.
Today, he was chatting and drinking beers with his buddies and he wanted to entertain his guests.
“Hey, guys, watch this!” he said to his buddies as he turned towards you. “Hey, faggot, get down on your knees and open your mouth.”
You followed his orders as he placed his crotch in front of your face. He whipped out his thick cock and shoved your mouth down to the base, making you gag and struggle. His buddies cheered him on as he fucked your throat. You would slap his legs when you needed air, but he would let you struggle a bit longer before letting you off his cock.
He then turned around so his hairy ass planted right on top of your nose.
BPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT.
He ripped a massive fart. His buddies and him chuckled as they egged him on to fart some more on you.
You inhaled his farts deeply right from the source as he grinded his asscrack across your nose to humiliate you further.
“This is the fucking life. Fucking and farting on faggots like you. And the fact I get to do this daily to you makes it even better. Now who wants a turn with him?”
He passed you off to all his buddies and for the rest of the day, you inhaled their farts and choked on their cocks.
Officer Barry’s Big Butt | Burying a Thug Under Big Sweaty Cop Ass
Officer Barry’s always had a big butt. The toughest part about it is the wedgies he always seems to get, especially when he wears slacks. He can never seem to find a good pair of pants to fit him just right…So he spends most of his work day picking at the seat of his pants…
Of course, as a Police Detective and Interrogator, his massive buttocks become a useful tool in getting suspects to fess up to their crimes. Officer Barry uses his Big Butt to torment his detainees. He’s a huge, burly brotha, and has always enjoyed using his size to dominate smaller dudes…especially these little neighborhood thugs who think they’re so tough. In front of other officers, Officer Barry is a model of professionalism - He does everything by the book. But when interrogating these thugs in his private quarters, Barry becomes quite sadistic. He presses his massive butt cheeks on them, overwhelming them with the sheer size of his large butt. He can tussle with a thug for a while too, sometimes never asking him a clear question - Just enjoying the thug’s attempts to peel his tiny face and body away from Barry’s oppressive buttocks. The thug may beg and plead, promising Officer Barry to tell him whatever version of the story he wants to hear - even offering to sign a confession…anything to get out from under his massive buttocks. But Officer barry just chuckles to himself and continues to squash him. Barry likes a good fight. He may restrain a suspect’s ankles with prison shackles, but leave his arms free, just to feel the thug’s tiny hands pushing desperately against his gigantic ass to prevent Barry from “falling” on him. The thug’s hands sink deep into the fat, heavy, fleshy cheeks of Barry’s ass, but are unable to prevent the inevitable. Barry ultimately crushes the thug between his big heavy thighs and watches him helplessly gasp for precious snippets of air, while pushing the thug’s face deep into his musky crotch.
Officer Barry has a thing for restraints. He’s not exactly sure why. But completely immobilizing one of these street thugs in body cuffs, and then presenting him with his massive buttocks, clothed in the dress pants he’s been wearing all damn day, makes Barry very…excited…It’s a dirty, dirty thing to do - He knows it. That must be so scary for a tough street thug - unable to move, unable to escape. And having such a wide, heavy, massive butt pressed against his screaming little face…That’s some intense shyt. And Barry’s always nasty with it…Wiggling his buttocks in front of the thug’s face, knowing he can’t escape…that he’s trapped…Making the thug watch as the heavy cheeks bounce around in the stretched material of Barry’s slacks, spreading his mammoth-sized cheeks with both hands so that the seam-line at the seat of his pants, which is usually hidden and nestled deep within the crack of Barry’s phat ass in a wedgie, is visible to the terrified thug. “See that?…It’s coming for yoooouuu!,” Barry playfully announces, right before violently encasing the thug’s underneath and between his overwhelming ass…trapping it….smothering it….making him sniff and snort the foul air emanating from the seat of his pants. He can do this shyt for hours. The private, sound-proof Interrogation Room prevents the thug’s screams from being heard by anyone…except for Officer Barry…nasty Officer Barry…When he finally sits on the thug’s face, Officer Barry likes to know that the thug’s nose is trapped right against the seam-line in the seat of his pants - right there - arguably the hottest, most humid part of his body after a long, hard day of crime-fighting. “Yeah…RIGHT there…Put your damn nose right there.” And it doesn’t really matter that Officer barry is clothed when he does this. He knows that no amount of clothes can cover or mask the wild natural scent of a hard-working brotha. The thug is forced to deal with that shyt. That faint but powerful hint of butt smell, when first inhaled by the trapped thug, always makes him fight like hell. It’s cool tho…Barry likes it when they fight back….
I’ve been having a fantasy about being tricked by my friends dad into sleeping over their house but my friend isn’t there and his dad just farts on me all weekend
Ooh, love this fantasy. There was a story similar to this written many years ago.
You know when you see those photos of "straight men apartments" online, and they are all void of furniture, this is why. They're photos taken before the faggot gets there and takes it place as a mindless chair, table, foot stool.
I think this piece will be very popular, it's so multifunctional. Best to cage them as well so they don't violate you with their tiny erections.
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