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The Frat Couch (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, face-sitting, face-farting, rimming, body odour, kidnapping, unaware, human furniture, use of slurs, humiliation and non-consent.)

I wake up to a chipped, white ceiling. I can’t even tell what kind of room I’m in, nor can I move to check. My whole body is constricted—tied up, if the pressure across my chest and calves is anything to go by—but the worst is my face. Something soft is encircling my head from under my chin around to my scalp, making moving my head impossible. The last thing I remember was meeting up with a guy—some frat boy closet case I found on a dating app. He seemed nice, if a little repressed. He offered to pick me up. I guess that seemingly sweet gesture turned out to be a warning sign, because getting into that car is the last thing I remember.

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The Appropriate Punishment (Commission) (SCAT)

(Contains: M/M, face-sitting, face-farting, mouth-farting, bad hygiene, non-consent, ambiguous kingdom-type setting.)

The King glares down from his throne, rightfully—righteously—pissed. The young man at the bottom of the stairs—hands cuffed behind his back and a guard gripping him by his shoulders, keeping him on his knees—glares back. He’s obviously trying to project an air of defiance, but it doesn’t work. The King can see the way he trembles. Fear. Good. The young man should be afraid, as should anyone who dares harm his son.

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The Frat Toilet (SCAT) (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, scat, farting, mouth-farting, scat-eating, kidnapping, objectification. Con-consensual.)

My knees hurt, most likely grazed or even splintered from the cheap wooden floors, and they throb. The pain radiates up, like a flame through my nerves, but it’s the least of my problems. The least bad of the bad things happening right now. I look around at the laughing faces. Smiles I thought were friendly mere minutes ago now seem crazed and sinister. Someone tied something around my neck while my shirt was being pulled over my head. My pants are around my ankles, but I doubt they’ll stay there for long. Logan grabs a handful of hair and pulls my head back as far as it can go.

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Nostalgia Trip (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, Farting, face/mouth-farting, kidnapping, bullying, age-gap, non-consent, foot licking, poor hygiene, mild scat, references to underage.)

[DARREN]

Darren couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d travelled down to his alma mater to help him son get settled in for his first semester, and who should his boy be rooming with, but his good ol’ fart sniffer Luke? Only, it wasn’t Lukie Boy, it was some guy named Jordan, who’s his absolute spitting image. He had to brace himself on the cheap dorm desk. He felt like he’d fallen through some sort of time rift. The boy’s hair was a bit longer, and his face a bit sharper due to the added couple of years, but other than that, the young man in front of him could have been Luke’s doppleganger. Same straight brown hair, pale skin, full lips, blue eyes. Same skinny but tall build. The sort of Nancy boy who deserved to be put in his place—used by real men.

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The Woes of Friendship (SCAT) (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, Micro, unaware, smegma*, scat, farting, poor hygiene

*Emphasizing this as a warning, since I know it’s not a common kink.)

(This is my first attempt at a micro/tiny character.)

Little Johnny and Big Vince had been friends for years. Their nicknames couldn’t have fit better. Though they were the same age, the size difference went beyond just tall and short. Johnny had a rare form of dwarfism that led to his entire body being shockingly, and proportionately small. He resembled a Ken doll more than a man. Vince, on the other hand, was a giant. Not literally—this wasn’t a fantasy story—but compared to Johnny, it sure looked that way. At eighteen-years-old, he was already nearly seven-feet tall, and weighed around six-hundred pounds.

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The Life of Toilet Boy Number 296 (SCAT) (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, face-farting, mouth-farting, scat, scat eating, urination, urine drinking, underage, non-consent.)

(This story takes place in the same universe as ‘The Prison Toilet’, based a decade later. All characters in the main story are over eighteen, and all characters in the flashbacks are at least sixteen.)

I lean against the wall and close my eyes. The cool tiles sear my naked back in way that, for just a moment, engulfs my mind, and I get to feel nothing but the cold. This won’t last, soon I’ll be back to being cold and miserable, then he will return, and I’ll be sore and sick and miserable.

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The Roommate’s Revenge (Commission)

(Contains: M/M Farting, face-farting, mouth-farting, foot-licking, mind-control, urination, urine-drinking)

Danny was furious. He didn’t show it—he wanted to keep the peace. But he was furious this had happened again. Danny had a number of early classes, and as such he tried to get early nights. His roommate, Matt, had a different schedule. Actually, he didn’t have a schedule at all. Danny wasn’t even sure he went to class most days. Instead, he stayed up late drinking, usually with his obnoxious friends, then slept the following morning away. This morning was no exception. Danny got up to find beer bottles, empty chip packets, and broken glass littering the floor of their shared lounge room. Despite Matt having a constant stock of red solo cups, it looked like they’d been using the good glasses, and one had been smashed. Again. Great. Danny had brought a box of six when he moved in, and they were down to four.

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His Fathers’ Seat (commission)

(Contains: M/M, crushing, obese characters, farting, face-farting, suffocation, torture (via crushing and farts), incest.)

Chris kneels by the door. His fathers—Jason and Daryl—will be home any minute now, and they like him to be ready. After a long day at work, they don’t want to have to call out and then wait for him. If they have to do that, things will be a lot worse. He already has enough aches and bruises. He doesn’t want to think about ‘worse’.

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Revenge Gone Very Wrong (commission)

(Contains: M/M, Farting, face-farting, rimming, public humiliation/bullying, forced defecation, forced urination, mild/references to scat.)

Cooper put the final touches on his machine, his creation—his legacy. It was a small, handheld device that looked and functioned similarly to a mobile phone. This was no coincidence, since he started making this device back in high school, nearly five years ago now, while tinkering with an old smart phone.

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Not-So-happy Endings (commission)

(Contains: M/M, farting, face-farting, mouth-farting, minor scat, smegma*, smegma eating/licking*, body odour, poor hygiene, overweight characters. Non-con.

*Emphasizing these two in the warnings because I know they aren’t common kinks.)

Sam hadn’t had an easy life. He’d been born with an extremely rare brain defect that impacted both his Broca’s and Wernicke’s areas—or the parts of his brain that processed and formed language. This defect caused the afflicted person to adopt a self-conditioned response to certain language cues, which could not be unlearned. Sam was one of the unfortunate few who’s conditioned response wasn’t just to particular words or phrases, but to questions. All questions. Even if the words weren’t phrased like a question, or asked in a questioning tone, if Sam’s mind interpreted it that way, he could only respond one way. Yes.

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The Sleepover (Part 2) (HEAVY SCAT)

(Contains: Scat. Mostly just 2500 words of shameless scat and scat eating. Incest. Anal sex. But mostly just more detailed scat than I’ve ever written before.)

Jamie woke up a few hours later to a hot, wet feeling against his legs, and the most horrid, overwhelming stench. As he slowly rolled over, trying to wake up enough to figure out what was going on, he heard a groan.

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The Sleepover (Part 1)

(Contains: M/M, Farting, face-farting, mouth-farting, ass-licking, oral sex, poor hygiene/body odour, feet licking, dirty feet, tongue-bath, incest (cousins), underage (unspecified ages, intending to be between 17-19). Non-consensual.

Sequel will contain scat and scat-eating.)

Jamie was dreading the night ahead. His cousin Scott, a year older than him and a couple feet taller, was staying over. For as long as Jamie could remember, Scott had always tormented him. While Scott wasn’t necessarily violent, he still gave him hell by mocking him, spreading lies about him, and forcing him to smell his armpits and farts. Anything Scott thought would humiliate him. Jamie hated that he was scared of the older teen, since while Scott may be bigger than him, he wasn’t exactly buff. He did, however, have toned, lean muscles from running around with his asshole friends, and something in his face—maybe it was his eyes or the way he smiled—was feral. A mere look from Scott provoked dread in his poor cousin. He could overpower the much smaller Jamie and he often did just for the fun of it.

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The Prison Toilet

(Contains: M/M, farting, face-farting, mouth farting, scat, scat-eating, scat torture. Everything is non-consentual.)

Inspired by this post: https://bodyadydyadyady.tumblr.com/post/649739198178443264

Life was difficult in [place], a poor country where water was as scarce as the government was corrupt. Dan, son of the cruel and selfish leader, thought he was doing the nation a service when he turned a blind-eye to the men sneaking into their home that night. He was right, the country would be better off without his father, but this didn’t mean he would be rewarded for his decision. Far from it. His father may be dead, but his influence wasn’t. Those in charge of his sentencing would make sure he was punished to the sickest extent of the law.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Started a multi-chapter story.

Title: A Desperate Situation

Summary: Lesley, desperate for money, agreed to be his classmate’s slave, but Justin is getting bored with him. Rob–fat, filthy, smelly Rob–happens to have a thing for Les. Him and Justin make a deal.

Human Toilet (SCAT)

(Contains: M/M, face-farting, mouth-farting, scat-eating, torture. Non-con.

This story is NOT for those with a weak stomach.)

I open my eyes, slowly, and am met with an unfamiliar room. Grey cement walls and floor, a window across from me—high and narrow. A basement, maybe? It looks how basements do on TV, but we don’t have them around here. If it is a basement, it’s smaller than I would’ve expected—about the size of a bathroom. Below the window is a young man, looking to be in his twenties or maybe younger, but it’s hard to tell. He’s naked, and his wrists are chained to the walls, level with his shoulders. His skin is taut against his bones, bruised, and sickeningly pale. Looking at him fills me with cold dread. I try to move, to run away, only to realise I’m chained in the same position.

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Gratitude

[Contains: M/M, semi-consensual facefarting and mouth farting]

Andrew’s my step-brother. He’s my favourite person in the world, and with good reason. The bullying at school was at its worst when I met him. I’d been wondering if it was worth staying in school, or even alive, and mum was too wrapped-up in her latest boyfriend to notice what I was going through. That all changed when I met him. Transferring to his high school was the best decision I ever made. He took care of me, introduced me as his little brother to all his friends, and helped me with my homework.

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A Perfect Match

[Contains: M/M, Face-farting, public humiliation, rimming, unhealthy relationship.]

Devin and his friends spend lunchtimes sitting on crates in the concreted alley between the school building and the fence. Today I’m with them, kneeling on the dusty concrete in front of Devin as he eats his lunch—some Asian noodle dish that smells vaguely spicy. The sauce is smeared across his lips and I can see the vegetables caught in his teeth when he belches.

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