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[cabezadetoro]

[yurrfttboyy]

Y’know, I thought long and hard about how I was going to reward you. I thought about letting you pig out on my feet, but you do that all the time, and I wanted to give you a real reward. Your boyfriend and I have reached our 1 year anniversary, and it wouldn’t have been possible without you, cuck! If you hadn’t agreed to being locked in permanent chastity and allowed yourself to become our little cuck-slave, we would’ve had to keep sneaking around behind your back, which was fun don’t get me wrong, but having you actively involved as our perfect little slave has made it all so much hotter! For his anniversary present I had your chastity belt keys melted down and turned into an inter-locking heart necklace for the two of us to wear! I’ve named the matching necklaces ‘the key to my heart’, I just know he’s going to love it! Now, as my special token of thanks to you, I just scarfed down a whole 1 pound burrito and a protein shake, and now I’m going to let you smell my ass for the next few hours until he gets off work. I gagged you not only because I don’t want to hear your voice, but also to make sure that you are thoroughly enjoying your gift. Bring that nose over here boy, I’m going to cover up under this heavy blanket and you are going to stay down there and huff my hot ass stink until 4 o’clock. Your welcome cuck.

[fartfagoutlet]

The Roommate’s Revenge IV

*This chapter will be told from Danny’s perspective to get a better “up close” sensation. Enjoy!*

Matt loomed over me, slapping me one last time and taking steps towards the door. I barely had enough time to collect myself as he swung open the door and in walked his dad.

Mr. King was nearly a mirror image of his lacrosse playing, beast of a son. Tall, imposing, virile, dark auburn hair and a beard that would make him Poseidon’s envy to grey streaks at his temple and a wider frame to differentiate from his younger clone. Whereas Matt was the (now ex) frat boy graduating college, Mr. King had had a lifetime leading a successful meat storage facility in Chicago, he oozed opulence, confidence and after warmly hugging his son, looked at me with a sly, predatory sneer. He raised an eyebrow towards Matt, while I trembled slightly in the background, almost as if telegraphing “Who’s the dweeb?”.

“Bitc- uh, Danny, this is my dad, Bruce”. Bruce’s big warm paw enveloped my (dainty in comparison) hand and nearly crushed it with his firm grip. “Danny why don’t you grab his bags from the truck there and set them up in the guest room, you can bring us all some fresh brews at the table after you greet your dad and put all the clothes away - make sure to hang dad’s shirts, he hates wrinkles, haha”. Bruce guffawed loudly, walking past me and towards the dining room, ruffling my hair and quickly setting the tone on my place in the hierarchy with his evil son.

I made a beeline for my dad, exiting the Camry behind him and slamming the car door. Not as imposing as Bruce King, my dad, Frank, still had a leg up on me in the gene pool. Whereas I took after my shorter and slighter mom’s side of the family, my dad was six foot two and in good shape. Not vain in any way, but he’d been a ladies man in his prime and the neighborhood stay at home moms were always stealing glances at parties when mom had her back turned.

“Danny. It’s, uh, good to see you”. The stiff greeting hurt more than I expected. Matt had written my parents last year when my new “cravings” started and dad had laughed his head off, but probably wrote it off as college hijinks and hazing. All the same, he’d never been warm with Danny, always seeming slightly disappointed in his son without saying it aloud and referring to him as “bratty” or “stuck up” when shooting the shit with his work friends and drinking buddies. I’m sure he saw Matt implying I was gay over and over again as a slight to his own masculinity and his pat on my back was a short one.

“Yeah dad, you too. Head on in with Mr. King and I’ll be right over”. He turned and headed towards the door without another word.

I trudged over to the big truck in the driveway shortly after, marveling at the Ford F-350 special ranger edition of Bruce’s. He’d jokingly called it his “beater” when calling Matt before the visit and it was anything but. I could feel sweat dripping down the middle of my back as I struggled to carry all of Bruce’s heavy luggage and It was expensive leather by the looks of it and the last thing I wanted was to get on Mr. King’s bad side by scuffing it. Matt had insisted I get all dressed up in a long sleeve collared shirt with dress slacks and dress shoes, while all of them wore boat shoes, shorts and tees as if they were headed for the beach. Just another humiliation, making me look like his butler or something. I shook my head and trudged on slowly back to the front door…

Back inside, I was hurrying to fold and hang all of Mr. King’s clothing and muttering to myself for the umpteenth time on my rotten predicament. I could hear the men laughing raucously from the dining room and it seemed like they were having a great time bonding when I hurried in with my prized birthday lager, I’d purchased a week ago with my birthday money and savings.

“Listen gentlemen, as I’m sure you know, I view both of you as family”, Matt started, eyeing me as I started putting down their steaks on their plates. “I called you here for more than just a housewarming though, as you must realize. We gotta talk about Danny’s little coming out escapades over the last year and what the future holds for him”.

I tried to swallow an outburst while my dad’s face reddened from embarrassment. The only thing holding me back was Matt’s threats earlier about cutting me off from his “special supply” and throwing me out with no job prospect to take care of me. He knew damn well I wasn’t gay and this was torturing me to no end in front of my dad, to boot.

“Now Frank…”, Bruce started, addressing my father. “Matt’s always been a leader and it looks like he has your son’s best interest at heart. I’m not too keen on him hanging with a fairy, (my dad’s vein pulsed in his forehead at that) but it looks like he runs a tight ship and looks after your little guy. It’s important you don’t blame yourself for all this and take joy that your son is safe here, under Matt’s wing. No idea what having a fag as a son would be like but let’s make the best of it as the men in the room”. My dad, two drinks in already could only shake his head and look my way sadly (angrily?), resenting he had to be stuck here for the weekend.

Matt’s fingers snapped and I felt my spine stiffen, any thought of disobedience or outburst gone and all I could see was HIM for a moment, everything else faded from focus. “Go get us another round, Danny boy, us guys need some time to deal with this and talk it over.

My stomach grumbling and face reddened I turned almost gratefully and rushed to fetch the fresh beers and set them before them while they spoke in more hushed tones.

“Shouldn’t he have some steak too?” My dad started-

“No he ate his little salad earlier, he’s not hungry” Matt interrupted forcefully and waved me away and out of the room.

As I started to turn away, I heard a loud rumble from Bruce and his booming laugh follow shortly after “Sorry gentlemen, looks like this beer filled up my gas tank! Cheryl would have my head for this”

“Ah it’s just us guys here and stuff like that is what turned Danny into a faggot in the first place. He can’t get enough of it, really”, Matt announced, beaming. The dad’s turned to a grinning Matt first and me next, eyebrows raised.

“I heard about faggo- I mean uh, gay guys like this in my college days but always assumed it was just joking at the frat house, you know” my dad said quickly, desperately trying to distance himself from me and relate more to the “normal” guys at the table.

Bruce nodded sagely, adding “yeah we had homos like this at my school, too. I always assumed they were so hungry for cock, they were just doing this to entertain us as a side attraction but from what Matt’s saying here, it looks like we have a pretty serious, grade A fart faggot on our hands, no offense, Frank. I bet he’s been perving on your farts and skid marked underwear all these years Frank, he looks like the type. Go ahead son, don’t be embarrassed, he said to me, sniff this one up and I’ll feed you some more”. He scooted up in his seat, as if inviting me to slip my head and huff his gnarly beer farts close up, looking at me in a mixture of expectance and pity, like he was a benevolent god looking upon a worshipper.

I thought about making a run for it, everything else be damned, and then I saw Matt’s glare from the side of the table. I hate farts. While the “prissy and bitchy” comments from Matt earlier pissed me the hell off, he’s right in that I hated his loud ass-blasts in our old dorm and the constant funk that permeated the whole place after he’d get home from practice. It’s gross!

I swallowed hard and just kept repeating in my head “I can do anything for a weekend, it’s just a weekend, I can just get past this and move on, how bad can it be?…” as I lowered my head to Bruce’s smelly watermelon sized cheeks. I felt two inches tall and tried to think of happier times as I started to sniff the heavy rotten egg odor lingering by Bruce’s snug shorts.

Bruce, like his son, was an ex jock with an extra layer of middle aged pudge on top of the thick slabs of muscle that laced his strong Viking build. The stink was hitting me as I got closer and closer and I fought the urge to barf on the new dining chair he sat on. He looked down at me, arms crossed and a smug smile on his face, my father looking on with curiosity and disgust, not saying anything to interrupt.

Matt did it for him, “remember to say please, faggot. Manners. “

I hated him beyond measure at that moment but went back to my internal mantra as I opened up and said, shakily, “Please Mr. King, please let me smell one of your big manly farts, there’s nothing that brings me more joy than inhaling your ass gas”.

HAHAHAHAHAHA - Damn, son! You’re an old fag breaker just like I was at your age, you have him in the right headspace for sure. The others wiped tears from their eyes, laughing at my pathetic state and misfortune. I could only imagine what I looked like. And then it hit me-

FRRRRRRRRRRT! BLAPP! BLAPP! The fabric vibrated against my face and the heat coming off the man’s ass made my face hot. The smell, put some of Matt’s to shame, a mixture of cabbage, rotting beef, and beans, spicy almost, with the large man’s normal sweaty ass stench underneath it all. I sniffed loudly as they all waited and watched expectantly, instantly regretting it. While Matt’s farts seemed to at least soothe me, and make the pain in my head and gut go away, farts from anyone else were just that, smelly farts. I held down bile and continued as my dad peaked over the table, revulsion filling all his facial features.

“Fucking sick, it’s no wonder you’ve been hiding it all this time, you fucking freak!”

“Frank, Frank, listen. Faggots can’t help themselves anymore than you made him this way. I think nature made allowances for Men like us up top and others down below like Danny here to make things better for us. I know it’s tough but don’t think of him as your son. Call him cunt, bitch, hell, fart fag or whatever else you want, but we have to prepare him for the real world now and what it’s like to be a perverted faggot like him. We have to distance the father son thing and do this for his own good. Matt’s been real helpful to your little boy but I think he called us in for reinforcement. Think if Matt hadn’t protected him - he could be a half step away from a drug addled aids patient living behind a dumpster trading blowies for quarters or getting beaten up by bikers when he can’t control his fag urges. I’m sure we all want this done right.”

BRRRRRRAAAAPPPP! Bruce’s rough hand held my head tight and pushed me up close to his asshole and held me tight as my head shuddered at the blast. An involuntary whimper escaped me as I worried I would die like this, shoved up close to a man’s shithole, breathing in these toxic fumes and he mistook those whimpers as ones of pleasure and endearment.

“There there now, faggot, nice deep breaths. I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere. Your dad’s having a tough time adapting but I have experience breaking in homos like you. You just breathe and lick, son, your safe and there’s plenty more of that gas for you if you need it. Let the men talk now.”

This was my life now, as the men continued to talk about me and “what they would have to do” I could only hear muffled snippets as Bruce had adjusted and sat his 260lb frame on my head and was flattening my face. As if almost by a sixth sense my nose was right at his hole again, nowhere to go and my mouth was full of ass and fabric, not much choice if I wanted to live.

He continued to blast me occasionally alternating with loud short farts and long, hot, silent but deadlies and slapped my face under the table when my sniffs weren’t deep enough like he liked them, or he wasn’t feeling my tongue close to his shitter through the fabric. I thanked Matt silently for having the foresight to only let me eat salad as I surely would have puked any steak had I been allowed to wait it with them.

Matt meanwhile, took the opportunity to press his big boat shoe on the crotch of my pants out of sight and under the table, squeezing the metal cage on my dick tighter, over and over, and to my horror, making me stiffen up inside it. My cravings were coming back through the waves of nausea and I could feel the familiar pull to huff Matt’s farts coming in strong between the waves of nausea I was fighting to inhale all of his dad’s beefy brew. I’d need him soon.

To be continued …

[fartfagoutlet]

The Roommate’s Revenge III

The day started as it always did. Despite feeling sore all over, Danny pushed on the button to silence his 5am alarm. With a splitting headache, he rehashed that he had spent the entire night packing up the last of their stuff, with Matt interrupting occasionally only to tell him to speed up, or be more careful, and to toss more of his own stuff in the trash (he wouldn’t have a room to himself from what Matt had inferred earlier and was being forced to “pack light” to accommodate all of Matt’s huge sneaker collection, video games and new stereo system).

He had followed the newer routine of waking at first light to quickly groom himself, fixing a full breakfast, bringing over a mug of hot coffee to Matt’s bedside and tonguing the underside of Matt’s size 14 feet hanging off the edge of the bed to the sound of his loud snores. Contrary to the other humiliating tasks he’d had to endure, this one got to him the most some days. Matt conversely enjoyed it, knowing Danny felt no compulsion to enjoy his big sweaty feet, always seemingly dirtying them as much as possible for full effect the night before. He’d stretch luxuriously as Danny rubbed them and licked the crevices between the sweaty toes.

“Mmmmmm it’s good to be the King. You do good work bitch. Crawl under the covers and enjoy some fresh coffee farts before I take a dump, my treat. Hahahahaha! My shirt, and shorts better be pressed by the time I’m done eating and showered, understood? BRRrRrRrrrrPPPP!!!!! Haha, damn that was a good one! Be careful, you could die that close to the blast zone.”

A wave of spoiled steak, mixed with sulfur and garlic flooded my senses. A moan involuntarily escaped Danny’s lips as he continually wretched in between deep sniffs, hating and needing it all at the same time. Danny still counted the hours between his head hitting the pillow and the time he could be under The jock’s big hairy ass again. There was no denying he was a junkie now. Matt’s pathetic fart addict, always needing a fix.

He flashed back to a few months ago, lusting after the coeds he’d seen at school, the cheerleaders walking to class in short skirts, to Lacy… before she’d found out what a freak he’d become and looked at him the same way everyone else had… with disgust. Less than dirt, this was his new life now. But why? How had he come to be this way out of the blue?

Braaapaapappapaapapappaa!! Swallowing any pride he might have had left he leaned in closer, trying to get some ass sweat on his nose and face to “hold Matt’s scent” longer, the cruel roommate above him, laughing and condescendingly petting his head and abruptly throwing off the covers to head to the john.

The rest of the morning was a blur. Danny had no time to worry about their dad’s arriving to their (Matt’s) new place. Matt made it clear he wanted most of the work done before the men arrived. He, meanwhile, relaxed on the newly arranged couch, sipping a Dr Pepper, eating a burrito bowl and watching an NFL game, face timing with his two buds from rugby and flipping the camera around to embarrass Danny with his old buds. All of them erupting with laughter and shaking their heads at “how well he had him trained up”.

Danny worked hard as hell, wanting everything to be perfect and praying silently that Matt would just let him have a normal day with his dad. Maybe he could repair that burned bridge, earn pity and somehow get his dad’s help? A bit of hope sprung in his chest, at the thought of the two older men stepping in and putting a stop to his torture. It sounded like a long shot, even to him.

As Danny finished sweeping and mopping the living room floors. He heard the snap of Matt’s fingers. Like a loud alarm in his head, or a whip being cracked, this particular sounds always made him buzz with panic, and adrenaline. Matt often came into his room with a small black cell phone looking device, and the finger snap reaction had started only recently but the details were fuzzy, he only knew to rush and kneel, stare down at Matt’s feet and obey.

“Faggot, the place looks good, I expect you to keep it this way.” He leaned to the side and ripped a loud fart into the new couch cushions. BRAAAAAAP. “I left you tonight’s dinner menu on the counter (a stupid new habit of his), it’s steak, potatoes and that fancy lager you bought for your birthday for the men and you can have a small salad with water if you’re hungry too”.

Hating himself, Danny felt his mouth salivating, knowing he wasn’t allowed to move, but craving the warm stench emanating just out of reach. His body trembled but he stayed focused on Matt’s voice. He briefly pondered if Matt would let him have a taste of his scraps after clearing the table. It was clear he wanted him desperate and it was working.

“I’ve got you a little gift for being the best roommate I could ever ask for”. A wicked grin played across his lips and Danny’s stomach curled, the trembling building to a buzz now.

“You were so bitchy and faggy in the beginning, but now you’ve learned your place and we have a great thing going”. As he reached behind and under his big muscular rump, a black hard cased box was in his big mits. He opened the clam shell and Danny’s stomach sank even lower.

“Living with a faggot isn’t something I planned on and as you know, I’ve got to set boundaries to keep you in check”. Danny’s eyes practically burned from resisting an eye roll at this. He knew DAMN well Danny was no faggot. That every bit of this fucked up situation was being played out because of this frigging curse. God damn!

Matt had revealed a pink plasticky chastity cage in the box. Reaching down and placing it on Danny while he still couldn’t move, a tear slowly coming down one side of his face. Matt leaned in and pushed Danny’s face under his balls, releasing a silent but deadly with a hiss and a head pat.

“Theeeeeeeere you go, bitch. Suck up daddy’s gas. Inhale and worship me like the god I am to you, I know those are tears of joy, danny boy. This is just a new tool we’ll use in your training. It shows me how low you’ll continue to go for me, doesn’t it? Shows me I don’t have to worry about you getting that small clitty hard when Men are present and I give you treat time, doesn’t it?”

Tears in his eyes and red faced, but drunk on the sewer smell emanating from so close, Danny could only whimper and nod, hating himself for his weakness.

He didn’t have much time to pull himself together. He could hear a sedan and large truck pulling up in the driveway, doors slamming and boots treading in the gravel driveway as his body tensed and he tried his best to compose himself.

The doorbell rang and he could feel himself shrivel in his new enclosure, the cold steel just one new, jarring sensation for him. What fresh hell awaited him now?

*DING* *DONG*!

To be continued….

[fartfagoutlet]

The Roommate’s Revenge II.

A year had passed since the events that kicked off Danny’s new horrible existence, and sadly, things didn’t get any better for him.

Matt, meanwhile, had flourished. He’d dumped Lacy after some fun and getting full enjoyment out of using Danny in front of her, but he was back to his ever rotating pussy of the week shortly after.

Graduation had come and gone, while opportunity knocked constantly for the lacrosse champ, left and right. There seemed no shortage of connections and cush jobs to be had when you were a good looking athlete running in frat circles.

Danny’s life was more out of control, if anything. No more friends to speak of, and no longer a straight A student, too preoccupied with inhaling his roommate’s ass gas at every chance and treating every order thrown his way as god given, to earn more - he managed to scrape by with average grades and a few embarrassing stunts with professor’s who knew of his status on campus and had a mean streak to ‘em.

With his face parked in a now familiar dank, sweaty and smelly cave, huffing strongly to get every second and eggy scent, while Matt ate breakfast loudly and sloppily above him, he awaited his fate. Where Matt went, Danny had no choice but to follow. Like an addict, he couldn’t be away from the alpha above him and would have to mold to whatever plans the jock had for him, like it or not.

“I’ve been looking at all the offer letters, faggot, and I think I’ve chosen”, he boomed, between bites. He tensed briefly, his big calloused hand grabbing the back of Danny’s head and pressing him in deep until he heard the now familiar booming sound, that ate up all his waking day dreams. BRRRAAAPPP!!!! Danny could barely focus on his voice as he continued, the stench of Matt’s hot fart filling his nostrils and simultaneously making him gag audibly, while releasing sweet sweet dopamine into Danny’s pleasure centers.

“Thank you, Sir!” Danny squeaked from below, hoping for an encore. Matt smiled, proud Danny was learning from all the training. He enjoyed most knowing Danny hated it all, only doing it for his junkie like cravings.

“Pathetic” he chuckled before continuing, “I toured a few condos with my dad and chose one right by my new office. It’s a two bedroom but you’ll sleep in the closet so I can setup a nice home gym”

Danny knew all this was life changing but all he could focus on was Matt’s unwashed smelly asshole, praying he’d drunk the milkshake he’d made for him, as that always brought on more gas.

BBBRAAAP!!!

“Ah, that one burned, faggot, savor it. Our Dad’s are meeting us tomorrow at the new place. You should have all the moving done by then and I just want to bond with them, get them used to your new place in life, sounds good?” He didn’t wait for a response from Danny, knowing he was breathing hard and warming his balls with his hot, deep, desperate breaths down below. “Anything we say, goes, and you just follow my lead. If I get one uppity look from you, faggot, and you don’t look like the happiest homo on the planet, there’ll be hell to pay and I’ll throw you out on the streets, your ass access GONE. “

Danny shuddered. He hated the new and ever changing humiliations, the loss of control, the constant name calling, but worse was the threat of losing Matt’s rotten farts forever. Danny understood most of what he was saying but swore he was nearly high on the sewage coming from his asshole. Danny would’ve agreed to sawing off his arm just then if he’d asked, and he knew it. BRRRP He merely mumbled a “yes sir”, pressed tight to his dirty boxers and surrendered, for what seemed the umpteenth time to his better.

“Enough treat time for you faggot. I need to drain the monster”.

Danny shivered and paled at that, Matt knew he hated the “side attractions” to earning his gas and reveled in making Danny go through with them.

Danny slowly fished out his thick, beer can cock, from the open fly in his boxers and closed his eyes, waiting for the acrid morning piss to flood his mouth.

“Ah, ah, eyes open Danny. I only like happy grateful faggots in my house, got it?”

Danny opened his eyes staring up at Matt’s cold green ones above him, hard, full of malice and dominance, like he was eyeing prey. He could only look up meekly and wonder how he had ended up here, what brought on these horrible cravings? Was there any way to cure them and could he ever live a normal life?

With a sharp slap to the face, Danny was brought back to the present, struggling and barely succeeding at swallowing Matt’s piss without spilling a drop this time. It worried him that he felt a stirring of pride at his improvement.

Dismissed, and Matt now watching a YouTube video on his phone above him, he felt the thick warm cock slide out of his lips slowly, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment.

“Go pick up our shit and make sure it’s organized. You have an early start tomorrow and a lot of work to get done. I’m gonna let this food brew for a bit before I sit on your toilet mouth for a nice slow rim job. If I feel your tongue is anything but deep enough to taste my thoughts, faggot, no farts for you. Now chop chop! I’m headed to the gym after and want this all ship shape by the time I get back.”

Danny hung his head and crawled to the Master bedroom, just how Matt liked, resigned to his new life of servitude and dreading the humiliations ahead of him at sunup, but excited for Matt to park his sweaty, hairy ass on his face if he did a good job packing, for more ‘treat time’.

As he folded and packed all of Matt’s jerseys and gear neatly in boxes, he wondered, what will Matt do in front of our dad’s? He can’t be that cruel, can he? I’ll work hard and give him no reason to embarrass me, it’s just for a weekend…

To be continued…

This story is a continuation of a commission from @writinggross . Can’t stand to see it end and wanted to keep it going!

[masterlouistf]

Exploring Kinks

Dan (above) and I have been together for about a year now. We’d started out as a pretty vanilla couple and we’d never really discussed our kinks.  When we got to chatting about it I managed to find out that he was into hypno and some BDSM, but when I told him I was into slavery and domination he didn’t seem keen on the idea. I’d always topped him but I don’t think he realised how deep it went.

I’d suggested that we explore our kinks and that maybe booking in with a hypnotist could help him open up to some new ideas.  This gave Dan a bit of a hard on and he quickly agreed. We made an appointment with a guy we found on recon and within a day we were in his front room.

The hypnotist implanted a few triggers in him so we could have fun in the bedroom. He walked over to Dan, now deep in trance, and placed a collar on him. He told him that when he wore the collar he was a slave and could only comply with what I asked and when he didn't he could do as he wanted.  He also implanted the idea that the more he wore it, the more comfortable he’d be with it and he would want to wear it for longer and longer amounts of time.

Then he turned to me, started counting and I can’t really remember the rest.

After our session we started slowly, I’d have him put it on for a few hours a day a couple of times a week.  The sessions were hot, I could see it was the same old him in his eyes and sometimes he’d look at me disgusted at the things I’d have him do, but he couldn’t say no and did everything I asked.  I’d even managed to get him blindfolded and handcuffed which was a new one for us.

One day it came time to take it off and he was about to when I said “leave it on”. He looked at me shocked and his eyes pled with me to take it off, instead I said.  "Come suck my dick, then when you’re finished get dinner started”, his eyes dulled slightly like a part of him was lost, his cock grew hard and he ripped my trousers off and sucked my dick like it was the best thing he’d tasted. I found myself being more dominant than usual and enjoyed watching him gag as I forced my cock to the back of his throat.  After I blew multiple loads of my scuzz in Dan’s mouth we skipped dinner; he was full anyway. I took off his collar and we both cuddled up in bed.

Over time we started leaving it on for longer and I didn’t even realise. About a week later I left it on overnight and when we woke up in the morning I told him to “go get me some fucking breakfast boi”. I was shocked I’d said it and I’d never called him boi before. But oddly he replied “Yes sir” and his little dick was tented in his underwear. 

Damn, I don’t know why, but him calling me sir made me fucking horny. When he came back we went three rounds and straight after I told him I was gonna keep him in chastity now as he wouldn’t be using his dick much anyway and he basically came at the thought.

After some alone time during the day I thought this might be going too far and took his collar off, it took a while as he begged me not to but it had to be done. He spent the next week or so without it on but I could tell he wanted it, he missed it and he felt empty without it.

The next Monday the chastity cage came in the mail and I could see he longed to serve me again, he spent all day waiting to open the package. When I got home from work Dan begged me to put his collar on again but I said it wasn’t a good idea and I think it was changing him. He said “sorry then sir” and came in for a hug. Immediately I felt a cold chain round my neck and I grew hard and horny. “Get the fuck off me boi and open wide” i commanded. My little slut smirked, his dick now hard and opened his mouth up. I spat in his mouth and said “now get down and clean my feet”

He dropped to his knees and began to lick my bare feet clean. The little cum slut was leaking cum all over the floor as he dripped in pleasure. “I wouldn’t get used to that boi, once you’re done cleaning them I’ll be fitting your cage” I teased. He shuddered as he shot again.

I don’t know what that hypnotists did to me but fuck it I love owning a little slut like this, he knows his place and it’s under my feet.

Fuck vanilla, I love my new boi bitch. In fact I love it so much I’m looking for another. If you think you could fit the role message me, I’m always looking for more eager slaves. Dan won’t be complaining when I tell you to fuck his little pussy.

If you liked this please let me know I love your feedback!

[yaboymercury]

Frrrrrmmmmpppp

"Eww gross." Your hookup quickly stopped fondling your ass to waft his disgusted face.

"Ah sorry." Farting certainly hadn't been a problem with your ex so now you'd gotten rid of him you'd have to not get so gassy. You did take a second to appreciate the cheesy stink you'd made. You leaned back in to keep kissing but he didn't want to.

"Nah man that fart was disgusting I'm going to the toilet." He walked towards your bathroom as you lay in bed and sighed.

Frrrrrrrapppppt

At least you could let that out, you felt relief in the stinking up the area around you as you took a deep whiff.

You heard a knock, pulling you out of your gaseous relaxation. It wasn't from the direction of the dramatic coughing in the bathroom so you got up and explored the front door.

The knocking seemed impatient and loud not stopping until you gave in and opened. You shuddered when you revealed your ex standing on the other side smiling smugly.

"Knew you'd be home today babe!" He said satisfied. You could tell he was enjoying you seeing him again, you always stared with him, he looked amazing as usual.

"Don't come in, what do you want?" You'd finally broken up with him after a year since he was so controlling, the sex had been amazing but he seemed obsessed.

He pushed past you farting as he went.

PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRAAAAARRRRPPPTTT

"Ahhh I'm going to grab some food!" He headed to the kitchen as he cropdusted you, your knees buckled a little smelling his eggy odour again. He was the one who got you so used to farting, he had confirmed it was a fetish for him and by the time you'd broken up it was for you too.

"Wait no-" You remembered you had a guest but it was too late.

"Did I just hear another fucking fart?" The hookup walked out the bathroom. He got a look at your ex lust taking over. "Oh hello?" He said as sexually as possible putting a hand on his chest.

Your ex didn't seem impressed as he glared back at you. "You fucking this guy?"

Shit.

"No, I mean maybe, but we didn't even get that far..."

He looked back at the other man still angry.

"Oh did he fart on you?" He produced a knowing smile.

"Yes it was disgusting, some even got in my mouth!" He shamelessly pulled up closer to your ex who shot you a look questioning your taste.

All you could do was watch what was playing out play out.

"Aww poor baby." Your ex was obviously insincere but that didn't bother your hookup as he seemed to be happy with any attention, he even let him lead him back into the tainted bedroom.

"Hey what the-?" God you didn't mind if they fucked elsewhere, getting them both off your hands would be nice but not in your room. So you followed scared about what twisted revenge your ex had planned.

As you saw your ex lie him on the bed you heard. "You want to know where he learned to be so gassy?"

"Wait what?" Obviously the hookup wasn't used to fart related foreplay. But before you had a chance to save him your ex leaped onto the bed and sat on his chest.

"What the fuck?!" You heard the squashed man complain.

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"Ahhhh that's for trying to get with my boyfriend!" Even as you watched from the other side of the room the smell quickly made it's way to you, once again you took a deep whiff of the rancid stink. Obviously the hookup wasn't a fan.

"God what's wrong with the two of you! Get off of me I'm going to be sick." He was flailing and coughing under your ex obviously not enjoying the stink. You should have helped but you would be lying if the sight of your exes massive ass holding someone down with farts wasn't making you stiffen.

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As the stench thickened your ex was just staring at you as he rubbed his ass and kept it pointed at the target. "Baby you know this'll happen if you try to move on, and you really want a guy like this?"

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"GET OFF OF ME YOU DISGUSTING-" He was silenced finally when your ex pushed his ass back over his face. It made the guy flail even more wildly but at least you didn't have to hear his annoying tone of voice.

"I'm not leaving until you take me back!" He smiled knowing he had you in a corner, a stinky one at that.

This was the control which pissed you off, he wasn't even letting you break up with him now. But by now you'd grown fully hard watching the noxious anal abuse in front of you. "You certainly have a way with words." You were both now ignoring the muffled screams and writhing body on the the bed. "But we need to talk if you even want a chance." You hadnt noticed but you were casually rubbing at yourself.

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The screams got louder as you didn't even hide the big sniff you took as your ex looked on satisfied. "You know I prefer talking with my ass," he peeled his shorts clad ass off the damaged face below him moving back to the chest, "so why don't you join me?" He winked evilly.

As you walked up to the polluted barely-conscious face of your former hookup you knew this was wrong. But as you heard the begging start up again as he saw you above him, a potential saviour, your malicious extinct kicked in. You hopped behind your ex who twisted around to grin back at you while you settled on the surprisingly comfy face.

"This doesn't mean we're back together." You couldn't help but smirk, your ex had brought back your sadistic side as you felt the screams muffled in your cheeks.

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"I've missed this." Your ex joked ignoring your denial and making the man's chest and your room even more toxic.

You couldn't even deny him as you felt a potent brew ready to let free.

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"Ahhhhhh" You moaned in ecstasy, the relief was orgasmic and the muffled whines and wretching in you ass made it all the more satisfying.

Your ex looked back at your smirking in victory. He took a deep whiff. "Fuck baby you're just as rotten as ever!"

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He accentuated his point with a another pungent fart on your poor victims tainted body.

"Almost as bad as you!" You winked back feeling almost as evil as he did.

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You pushed out another meaty blast and that was apparently all you ex could take before he pushed his lips into yours. You were on exactly the same page as your tongues interlocked and you rubbed your bodies up against eachother on your putrid prey.

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"Raunchy one babe!" You pulled away breathlessly to sniff. You felt another one ready to go right up your former hookups nostrils.

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He stopped to get a whiff. "Fuck we're nuclear today!"

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You both couldn't stop feeling eachother, making out, constantly ripping then sniffing the foul fart cocktail you were brewing as you rubbed it into your poor hookup. By the time you felt like refuelling your wretched relationship had been repaired and your victim had been put into a stink induced coma, a disgusted expression of fear stuck on his face.

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#269

“C’mon in. Don’t be embarrassed. When we were talking in the bar, I told you that I’m looking for a service boy and servant, this is what I am talking about. I want to be comfortable throughout my day. I don’t plan on hiding anything due to some social norm, nor do I want to. You’re just going to have to deal with it. You can start to deal by kneeling in front of me, knees spread, with your head bowed….

“Last night you mentioned that when you were discharged from the Navy a couple of weeks ago, that you felt lost with no direction. Hell, you barely have a roof over your head. I took you home to see how well you take my cock. Well, not good. Not surprising considering how thick my cock is. You will need training—lot of it. Starting with, when I place you in a position, keep it. My cock in your ass needs to be at the right angle to give me the most pleasure. You will need to quit fidgeting. Just go with it.

“What impresses me about you is how you naturally fit into the servant role. Keep that mindset up. Clearly that comes from your time in the Navy. If you have been one of those pushy bottoms, —or what do they call them now, power bottoms,—it would not have ended well.

“Like I told you last night, I served 12 years as a captain. I can tell you that the time in service to the country never leaves you. You need to harness that continued willingness to submit to authority. Channel it. Let it serve you here. I will require nothing less. I’ve been looking for a boy that will carry out my orders without question, just like in the Navy.

“Last night you demonstrated that. Is that something you can live with on a permanent basis? You want to service me 24/7?...

“Good! Let’s start off by understanding that I am always in control of every aspect of my life: from my home to my consulting work, to my motorcycles, to my cigars, and to the boys I fuck.

“Inhale deeply. That’s from this cigar I was gifted by a client. It’s supposedly from a private collection of an exclusive maker. It tastes like shit. It’s a good thing we are in the toilet. The smoke has a better smell.

“You are inhaling deeply. That’s good. What do you know about cigars, other than it makes your wang hard when a real man smokes one sitting on the can in front of you?... Figured. You will be required to be educated in every aspect. I need a boy who will manage my collection. I want you to be to the point that you can recommend a smoke based on my mood and what I am doing, like what goes well with an afternoon scotch or what goes well on a bike run or even what cigar goes well with a blumpkin.

“Do you know what a blumpkin is? It’s when a man gets blown while he’s using the toilet. Yeah, move your mouth here. Reach in and pull my cock out. Get to work. I’m going to enjoy whatever I can out of this rather bland cigar.

“I expect a blumpkin every time I sit on the toilet. I want you to get to the point where you believe that my shit don’t stink. I’m not into shit, so don’t worry about that.

“Now, what you are wearing is all you will wear around here. Just a tightly fit T-shirt, cropped just above the pubic line. That’s referred to as ‘shirtcocking,’ that is wearing a shirt that does not hide your exposed pecker and ass. It gives me uncovered access to my toys when I want to. Yes, they do belong to me. I’m not going to put you in a chastity cage. There’s no way I am going to cover up such a beautiful cock, or that perfect ass. I have an at home gym in the basement, you will maintain your physique and ass. Every day, I want to see your ripped lean body filling out that shirt with a plump meaty fuckable ass exposed underneath it. I’m going to get you a script for Cialis, I want you to have a perpetual hard-on, or at least be semi-hard, throughout the day.

“Yes, you will be able to play with yourself, but no cumming without me allowing it. Pretty much the only time that that usually happens when my spent sloppy deflating cock is being cleaned off in your mouth. You still will need permission though, but that’s the best time to ask, pretty much the only time

“Speaking of cleaning, your job is to clean this place spotless. I will break out the white glove from time to time. You will cook. I want this house to run as smooth as if we were both back in the Navy. You will treat me like the officer I am. That includes saluting me. I expect a full sharp salute from you, none of this pansy-assed shit I see out there.

“Oh man, your mouth feels good. You are doing a better job on all fours in front of me than you did last night. Open your throat, I need to take a piss…. Also, I don’t usually announce when I do that. I mean why would a man walk up to a porcelain urinal and announce he’s going to piss in it?... You’ve drank piss before, haven’t you?... I knew it. You will need to fill me in on the details of that. Later.

“Fuck boy. You really are a natural at this. I would never have guessed it from last night. You were a bit drunk. Well you don’t have to worry about that. You will not drink alcohol from this point on, unless it’s in the form of my piss.

“While I am thinking of you in the bar last night, I saw you cruising the bathroom frequently. That’s going to stop. I am in control of you. I’ll decide later if it will be full monogamy from you, or partial with the caveat that I decide who and when. Get this, monogamy to me is not a two way street. I will certainly not be monogamous to you, bring boys home to fuck whenever I feel like. You will not only accept it, but you will welcome it.

“No fucking jealousy. In fact, I want you turned on to me satisfying my pleasure. Your hole should pucker every time you know I am balls deep in another boy’s ass. And after he leaves, I want you to beg to clean his juices off my cock, no matter how nasty.

“Speaking of nasty. You can stop with the blumpkin. You did well with that.

“Lay on your back. I’m ready for the clean-up. Every blumpkin ends with you eating my ass clean. I control the fiber in my diet enough so that I don’t require toilet paper, and wiping is merely a courtesy. So I should be clean. But if not, don’t mention it. Instead put that tongue to good use and clean me up.”

[yaboymercury]

You saw their butts on tinder and when they advertised themselves as wanting third to have fun with you couldn't resist. They'd left the door to their flat open and you were told to let yourself in. As soon as you stepped foot in the flat you could smell a lingering sour raunchy scent almost sticking to the walls. It was gross but it also got you hard, these guys were the real deal.

You walked through their kitchen and could see that neither of these men were tidy with the space littered with pizza boxes, burrito wrappers and cartons of milk.

"Hey we're in here!" You heard from behind a door so you headed that way.

The two of them were lying down on a bed lying back to back and lifting their legs showing off their musky cracks.

"Are you hungry?" The man on the left asked pinching his boyfriends ass.

"We've got plenty of cake to go round!" The other smacking his ass in return.

Hardening immediately you saw no need for introductions. Stripping down to your underwear you dove in between their butts and began serving both their asses.

The men moaned as you were obviously pleasuring their sweaty asses to a good enough standard. However you got a but worried when you felt two hands holding your head in place, but maybe it was just a dom kind of thing.

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The two rank blasts assaulted your face from either sides and unfortunately for you their scent combined to become almost deadly. It explained the lingering scent throughout the house but it was significantly stronger from the source.

"Haha good one babe!"

"Yeah baby I definitely won that one!"

"Whew, poor boy we really stink!"

Oh god it wasn't even an accident. As you began to try and push away to get a fresh breathe you felt their grip get stronger.

"Ah ah ah, not until we're empty!"

"Hah you're so cruel baby it was your idea for us to get gassy, we can keep going for hours."

"Shhh don't ruin the fun!"

"Okay babe I'll be quiet but my ass won't!"

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The deadly eggy gas from the left got stronger it felt like it was melting your skin.

"Well you know my ass isn't quiet either!"

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The rancid cheesey stench from the right spewed out the gross ass. You'd signed up for raunchy but they should have been more specific! You flailed harder trying to get away, no butt can be good enough to put up with this level of stink.

"I'm so glad I guessed this would happen."

One of the hands got off of you but the other was still enough to contain you. As you were still engulfed in one stinky ass you felt your hands being latched behind your back and the cold metal feeling of handcuffs. Oh shit how long were they planning to keep you! This can't be legal. You were about to voice your complaints until your hair was grabbed violently and you were lifted out of the hairy ass. Only momentarily until the ball gag could be fitted.

"Ah no unsavoury complaints to hear and no mouth breathing for you!" They were practically making you inanimate. Your autonomy was gone and all they were using you ass was a fart sniffer.

"Guess we should put him to bed baby." You felt a blindfold wrap around you. And then the heavy feeling of a blanket weighing you down. The only pleasant experience after this was the feeling of their butts tightly clamping your head from either side.

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You could hear the farts ballooning the sheets and the density of the stink was overwhelming, but you couldn't even cough, just moan, cry, and wriggle against your restraints. As you writhed you could hear the men moaning but they were obviously having a much more pleasurable time with the unmistakable sounds of them jerking eachother off.

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The toxic gases continued blasting your face and poisoning your nose. The headache the gas was giving you was horrendous and the heat under the gassy sheets felt like it was baking you. The two's moans got louder.

"Ugh, babe don't lift up the sheets, you're a demon tonight."

"Mmmmmm, but baby it smells so fucking good."

"I'm sure we could make it better!"

You heard grunts and then:

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You swore you could hear the sheet billowing at the sides as you wished you could scream at this heated stench filled torture. It didn't help that you could hear their strokes speeding up. You gulped. To add insult to injury you felt two large sticky shots land on your face back to back followed with orgasmic moans.

As you wondered if they would ever let you sleep you felt them settling down above you even though you were still suffering under the sheets.

"Night baby, hope he knows that your night farts are baaaaaaddd."

"Hah almost as bad as yours, if his nose is still attached in the morning I'm sure we can treat him to our thunder for breakfast."

"Mmm I'm hungry already babe!"

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[redneckcountrycope]

[fartinfacefag]

Redneck and hillbilly men don’t care about high-class snobby etiquette like manners, so when it comes to the raw honest vulgarity of what it means to be a man, redneck and hillbilly men do what men do best: fuck and fart.

You were hitchhiking on the side of the road when a burly man in an old pickup truck offered you a ride. You got to talking and the topic landed on your sexuality. “I don’t have a problem with you. Queers make the best cocksuckers.”

He leaned over to his left side a bit so his right cheek lifted slightly off the seat, and he let out a massive fart. The windows were locked so you were forced to inhale the fresh stink he just released into the air.

“Whewee, now that’s what I’m talkin’ bout! Why don’t you take a little whiff of that from the source. There’s a hole underneath my seat.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed into the back and lay your head through a small opening in the back of the drivers’ seat. Your nose rested right in between his camo-clad ass.

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“Better give you the full treatment!”

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his pants and underwear so that his furry ass had full range of attack right on your face. And with that, he let out another massive fart.

“Get a taste of this next one, queer!”

You stuck your tongue out against his hole and he ripped a long, bassy, ass blast. The taste of his fart lingered on your taste buds.

“Queers sure do love man farts, don’t they, queer?”

You continued on the ride as his personal seat, sniffing up each fart he had stored up in his gas tank.

“I’ve decided I’m going keep you as my personal fart sniffer, queer. You’re coming home with me!”

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And then you sniffed up another blast of ass gas, getting familiar with the smell you know you’d be smelling for a long time from now on.

[1964-dic]

[uk-myface-yourchair]

Your car was due an MOT, but the only person available was the apprentice, a cocky jock type who wasn’t even dressed for the occasion. You brought your car in, got out and it hit you, the smell of stale sweat. You hold your breath and walk to the mechanic.

“Hey just need my MOT sorting”

“Yeah I’ll get on it shortly” he replies

“I’m kind of in a rush if you don’t mind”

He turns to you and notices you aren’t breathing. He smirks “like the smell?” You’re not sure what to do you just inhale as normally as you can and start to cough “I’ll take as long as I need and you can help me” he says.

“Help you?” You ask worried

“Yeah, see I’m the only one in for the next couple of days and this is a big job I need an extra set of hands to help…” he closes the garage up and locks all the doors you just stand there stunned and a little terrified. He walks to you and as he’s walking you here it

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You wrinkle your nose and see him walking closer you start to drop to the floor

“Haha idiot, exactly where I need you and don’t worry about the smell you’ll get used to it, see I’ve had a pretty big lunch and it’s making me really gassy, I can’t work if I’m forced to smell my own farts so you’re going to help me”

“Please… no”

“Shut it! Now don’t struggle or it will be much worse.”

He lowers his jeans and you see his white boxers with sweat stains especially in the crack. He takes his belt off and backs towards you, you try and get away but it’s too late, your face is engulfed in his toxic ass as he wraps the belt around your head.

“Ah much better, now let’s see how well you work”

His stomach rumbles and

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A large farts erupts in your face, your screams and chokes are muffled.

“Perfect I can’t smell a thing, I’ll get to work now easily”

He starts working on the car forcing you to follow on your hands and knees sniffing his toxic gas not sure how much you can handle you start to lose consciousness. Hours pass and he notices the heavy weight behind him, you’ve passed out.

“Hmm you’ve done well, I could use someone like you at home to be my new fart filter guess you’ll have a new life as my chair”

He takes you home and straps you to his chair, this is your new life the chair of a disgusting gassy man

[roryjettrogue]

So I found this photo and it really spoke to me. This really has some kinky potential. The site is “International Jock”, and the brand is “Nasty Pig”. I’d love to be this man’s ass eating nasty pig. 😍

Johnathan stood in front of you and waited til he caught your attention. Your jaw dropped when you saw his shorts with the buttons in the back. He undid one button at a time and spread the opening apart before bending over, exposing his hole.

“Dig in piggy boy.” Johnathan teased.

You jumped at the chance and your nose landed face first into his sweaty ripe hole. He ripped his first fart as he laughed. Johnathan knew you weren’t going anywhere. You lived for his stinky farts. You were in hog heaven sniffing his bare hole through his shorts.

“I need to get a little more comfortable…” Johnathan backed your head against the couch arm rest and used your face as a cushion as he grinder your nose into his stinky hole.

“Mmm, I’m glad I have my little fart piggy to keep my shorts nice and fresh. This one would have decimated them to shreds.”

On the word shreds, Johnathan grunted and ripped a rumbling fart that filled your nose and lungs with pure skunk stench. The gas continued into a warm hiss as you whimpered underneath his weight.

“Aww, poor fart piggy. I guess I just decimated your face.” Johnathan tickled your ball sack with his foot and you lost it; shooting cum all over the floor.

“At least I know you enjoy it so much! Love you baby, I’m gonna go eat some beans.” Johnathan walked away, lowering with shorts below his bubble butt as you were in a trance watching him strut to the kitchen.

Your piggy nose was so lucky to have a boyfriend like Johnathan.

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[vergeon]

[fartinfacefag]

Men will be men, and men like to drink beer, burp, fart, and fuck. That’s why when you responded to a personal ad on Craigslist looking for a “fart sniffing fag”, you made sure that the man you would be serving was the ultimate definition of a man. He would make you grab him a beer and prop his feet up on your nude body. And he often liked to throatfuck you as rough as he could, making you choke face-deep in his crotch and not letting you out for a breath until his animalistic urge to fuck was fulfill. But perhaps his most favorite thing to do was to release each blast of ass gas he had straight into your nostrils. He chuckled at the lengths he could degrade and humiliate you with, and unfortunately for you, his farts were the ultimate man farts. Loud, long, bassy, and packing a punch with its smell.

“This is what being a man is all about,” he said as he farted up your nose again. “Being served like I am the ultimate alpha and watching the ways in which fags like you will humiliate and debase themselves for my pleasure.”

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“Sniff up my manly farts, bitch. Real men fart loud and proud, and fags like you are here to sniff each and every one of them up.”

[whatshewontdo]

It doesn’t have to be weird. I’m a man now. If it helps you I’ve never thought of you as a real man, hell I didn’t even think of you as an adult… So what if you knew me when I was younger. I don’t care about our age difference. I care about our power difference. You’re a soft submissive pretty thing. I’m a hardened dominant beast. Don’t believe me? Come here. Come right down here and sniff my pit. If that doesn’t make your knees buckle, make you want to be my personal slave. I’ll admit I’m wrong. You’ll have a funny story… but when you come down here and you don’t fight what I know you’re feeling. You’re gonna call me Sir. You’re gonna ask me what you can do for me next. You’re gonna accept that Master, Daddy, King and Sir have nothing to do with age, and everything to do with power. Are you ready boy? Are you ready to smell power?

[imtheasssniffer]

Worth It

(Thank you @majorbombsinyourface for helping me with my comeback story. You’re a nasty mfker, but I guess I am too. Also I’m back, and this story isn’t very fart related. It’s just raunchy. I hope you guys still enjoy it though.)

You finally made it to college, and following in your brothers footsteps you decided to go to the same college and join the same fraternity. The guys always seemed so cool when you’d visit your brother, and you wanted to be a part of that. Being only two years apart meant that you got to be his brother not only biologically, but in the fraternity house. There were some familiar faces. Like Max, he was one of your brothers best friends, and you always got along especially well with him.

Day 1:

On the first day of pledging each pledge was paired with a big brother. You were lucky enough to get paired with Max. Getting paired meant you had to share a room. This seemed awkward at first, but you figured that as you bonded with Max it would be fun. After the house meeting was dismissed Max showed you around, and helped you to get settled down.

Day 2:

The second day was rather uneventful. You went to your classes all the same. After you were done attending classes. You went back to the frat house and studied. Max was out, so you had the bedroom to yourself. It was nice. It smelt a little off, but there were two college boys sleeping there, one of them being a jock, so it was well expected. After a couple hours of silence you heard the door creack open, and listened as Max approached you. His footsteps heavy on the floorboards. You didn’t turn around, which only aided in scaring you as Max roughly planted his hands on your shoulders.

“Whatchu doin man,” he asked loudly. “Studying,” you replied slightly startled, “What have you been up to?”

“I was getting something to eat with my bro’s,” Max replied smugly.

“Hey go sit on my bed,” he demanded.

You slid out of your chair and sat on Max’s bed, which was in the corner of the room and watched as he paced. Clearly he was thinking. An evil smirk crept onto his face, and then all of a sudden you got the feeling that maybe being Max’s pledge wasn’t a lucky turn of events. After a few more long seconds of awkwardly watching him plot to destroy you, Max walked towards you, holding eye contact with you the entire time. He mounted his bed on his knees. Sitting only a few inches from you.

“You know. Just cause I’m friends with your brother. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easy on you,” he stated coldly, you nervously chuckled. Knowing that something sick and twisted was a brew. He placed his left hand on your fore head, and with his right, he blew his nose. Effectively emptying his nose of all its mucus. You wanted to move, but some part of you told you to stay, and let it happen. Maybe it was because you wanted in to the fraternity, maybe it was the twitch in your cock, but whatever it was, it couldn’t shake you from the feeling of disgust.

Before you could fully comprehend what was going to happen next Max slapped you hard in the face. Spraying the boogers onto your cheek. The force causing it to splash over your lips and eyes. Without giving you a second to recuperate Max told you to open your mouth. You shook your head no, you were completely stunned. Max’s sick smile showed on his face again, and he forcefully shoved your head into the wall behind you and repeated,

“Open your mouth.” You gave in. Your cheek stung, and your brain was completely rattled from the past events.

“Wider, aaagghhhhh,” Max teased. You opened your mouth as wide as you could, and Max rubbed his slimy fingers across your tongue and teeth. Leaving a salty residue of mucus to coat the insides of your mouth. You cringed at the taste and the situation. Part of you wanted to throw up, but for some reason. You found it extremely easy to surpress your disgust, as Max had his way with you. You heard him snicker as he brushed your teeth with the remaining boogers on his hand. Your eyes had lost focus. Like they were frosted over. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Then before you knew it. Max planted his hand under your chin, and helped you to shut your jaw.

“Rest up. It’s only going to get worse tomorrow. And get the fuck out of my bed.” You hurried away from him, and walked into the hallway. You took a few deep breaths. Afraid of the monster your rooming with, and the fact that his wrath will only get worse. After a few moments of catching your breath. You rushed in to the communal bathroom and brushed your teeth. Scrubbing vigorously until you could taste blood. You gagged as you the you roughly scrubbed your tongue. He was evil, so why was the thought of it getting worse starting to make your dick harder.

Day 3:

You woke up day three of being a pledge to the sight of a pale ass, and a slightly hairy pink hole hovering over your face. You exclaimed your surprise by a small gasp, which forced you to inhale the musk that was over you.

“Rise and shine,” Max laughed before,

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You watched as his dewy ass sprayed a fart into your face. His hole pushing out and open to unleash a 4 second fart on your face. The smell was rancid. You choked on the warm air, not wanting to breathe in the taste.

“Do you have morning classes today?” Max asked.

“No.”

“Good, cause your face looks really comfy.”

You began to panic, but before you could even try to throw him off. He fell backwards and planted his ass over your face.

“How’s the post-workout funk man?”

It was awful. You felt his hole swell over your nose. Ready to release. You wanted to do something, but you laid completely still, and let him,

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You heard Max laugh violently.

“How are the post workout farts pledge.” He said. It burned. You felt your face warm up, and get soggy from his swamp ass.

After what felt like an eternity, which was really just three minutes. Max raised his ass off of your face, and pulled his underwear up. You gasped, and you could feel your body shake, as oxygen was reintroduced to your blood flow. Max laughed as he watched you struggle to get out of bed and catch your breath. You glared at him, and he just laughed even harder.

“Gotta love the booger and fart combo meal,” Max joked as you walked past him.

“Well I wouldn’t know.” You said jokingly.

“What?” Max asked with an slightly annoyed tone. You turned to see him genuinely upset. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and pulled you into the bathroom.

“Did you brush your teeth last night?”

“Y-yes,” you replied hesitantly. He let go of your shirt, and started looking through the toothbrushes.

“Which one is yours,” he asked intensely. Nervous, you responded with,

“The blue one in the middle.”

“You know. I’m pissed you made me have to do this, because this shit hurts,” Max replied. You watched as Max locked the door, and then grabbed your toothbrush, shoving the bristled side awkwardly up his asshole. You watched as it went deep. He was rubbing it up and down, collecting every nasty thing he could. He pulled it out, and now the once white bristles were slightly brown. You gagged at the sight, which prompted a laugh from Max.

“Go on, brush your teeth now.”

“Max... don’t you th-“

“I said brush your fucking teeth.”

Scared of what else he’d do. You grabbed your toothbrush back, and applied a fat glob of toothpaste onto the now browned bristles. You hesitantly brought the brush into your mouth and starting ‘cleaning’.

“No matter how much toothpaste you use. You’re still brushing your teeth with my shit,” Max stated, before stomping out of the bathroom. You immediately stopped brushing your teeth, as soon as the door closed, and spit out any remainder of the experience down the drain. You desperately cleaned your toothbrush, but you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to use it again.

When you walked back into your room Max was no where in sight. The only mark to show he came back, was the dirty pair of underwear he’d been wearing for the last couple of days sitting on your pillow. You scoffed as you threw them on the floor, and then got dressed for your day. As you were about to leave your room. The door busted open, and Max came in holding three hampers filled to the brim with dirty laundry. You gave him a funny look, and he flashed his dangerous devilish smile. You stood still in fear, and curiousity. He walked past you and placed the hampers next to his bed. He turned around to look at you and chuckled as he saw your face which was contorted in a disgusted manner.

“Listen I don’t know what you think I’m going to do to you, but I can promise you it’s worse than you imagined,” he said walking up to you, and cupping his hands around your face. You could feel your dick start to strain against your pants, and you got embarrassed at the thought of him seeing it.

“Can we just get this over with?” You asked complyingly. You were so terrified of what would happen if you didn’t listen.

“Hmm. Somebody’s eager,” Max joked not knowing that some part of you did want to drown in weeks old, dirty, jock clothes.

“You felt yourself blush as you followed behind him. He crouched on the floor and grabbed a box from under his bed. Containing a ball gag and rope. You watched nervously as he pulled out the rope, and told you to take off your shirt, and then place your hands together. Although you knew he was getting ready to torture you. You couldn’t help but stop to admire how intimate it felt. The way his eyes squinted as he intently tied the rope around your hands.

“Lay down,” Max stated demandingly. You awkwardly complied. As you got down on the floor Max started to unbutton your pants. Your whole body tensed, and you covered your dick afraid he would see the erection that was slowly getting larger.

“Calm down man. I’m not gonna touch your dick. This is platonic,” he winked. Some part of you trusted him. Even though you were so terrified. You lifted your hands a little. Just enough for him to shimmy your pants down, but you kept them covering your member the entire time. Max just laughed. Once your pants were off he started to bind your feet. He did so with the same level of care as he had on your hands. Next he grabbed the ball gag. You looked at it with fear.

“Are you sure that’s necessary?” You asked nervously. Max snickered and replied, “If you’d like I can use Liams jock.”

“Never mind. Do what you think is best.” Your heartbeat quickened as the gag got closer to your face. Max motioned for you to open your mouth and placed the ball inside, he then gently lifted your head to fasten it tightly. Trapping you in a completely compromised state. After he finished binding your body. He gently scooped his arms under you, and lifted you softly. His arms were warm and embracing, but the second you started to feel comfort in them, your body was thrown like a rag doll onto his bed.

“Listen my bedsheets need to be cleaned, and you’re gonna clean them, but I thought we’d make this fun.”

Max watched you struggle on your back, as you tried to get into a comfortable position.

“Ready?” You just groaned into the gag. He smiled before lifting the briefs you threw on the floor.

“I see you didn’t appreciate my parting gift earlier. Before I drop all the toxic waste that is your fellow frat bros laundry on you. I’m going to make you regret disrespecting me.” You tried to say something, but you couldn’t. All you could do, was watch as he placed the pouch of his briefs over your face. Then he stretched as tight as he could. Stretching the stench of his 3 day old ball sweat on your face. Forcing you to inhale all of the musk that radiated off of his balls. You felt him lift your head, and you thought he was going to release you, but instead he pulled his briefs even tighter around your head, and tucked them into the strap of the ball gag on the back of your head. Your dick was fully erect now. All you wanted was for this to be over, so you could go shoot the steamiest load ever.

“Now that justice is served. I say it’s time we carry out the punishment.” You felt chills run down your body causing you to spazz.

“Oh no, no escape for you.” Little did he know you spazzed, because the sensation your dick was enduring, was euphoric. You couldn’t see anymore, but you heard Max lift one of the hampers. With no warning. Max unceremoniously dumped one of the hampers onto your legs. You could feel moisture surround the lower half of your body. 

“Nice and warm huh?” Before you knew it he dumped the second hamper on your crotch. Finally you didn’t have to cover your huge boner. As you felt relief from freeing your dick. The third hamper was emptied onto your chest.

“Don’t worry. I saved the best for last.” Having no clue what he was talking about you listened closely. There was a ruckus and then the sound of zippers being unzipped. You heard Max sniff hard, and then mutter,

“Oh yeah, that’s the good shit.” Moments after the light that shone through his briefs, turned to complete darkness. Then the most potent scent of musk filled your nostrils. Your face felt warm and damp. It was almost noxious, but you kept sniffing it. You couldn’t get enough.

“I know, it’s hard to breathe down there I bet. That’s the contents of my year old gym bag being spread on your face bro. Always moist, always musty.” You heard Max walk away and open a door. Then, you felt even more clothes being thrown in you.

“And that’s my hamper for good measure too.”

The smell was so intoxicating. Almost as if it was getting you high. You were only trapped under his gym clothes for a couple minutes, but it felt like it had been hours. As you were getting lost in the scent. Max moved all the clothes from off of your face and took off the briefs that was tightly wound over your nose.

“Hey bud.” The light hurt your eyes, as your face became exposed to the world outside of his filthy briefs. You tried to speak back, but the ball gag was still in your mouth.

“It was getting pretty boring watching you lay still under my clothes. So I figured you might as well get it from the source.” You felt your eyes go wide. Max took off his shorts and he was free balling. You watched as his dick bounced between his legs.

“You know. Last year, your brother told me I have perfect t-bagging balls.” A cruel smile crept on his face as he laughed maniacally.

“Little did he know. These t-bagging balls, would be all over his little bros face.” As he spoke, he played with his balls fondling them. You saw his dick twitch, but he seemed unbothered. Meanwhile you had to stifle a moan, as your dick rubbed against some stale socks.

Max walked towards you with a wide, slow gait and a menacing look in his eyes. He slowly neared the bed, and stood over you. His hand lightly slapped your face, and then he kicked his leg over you, straddling your face with his crotch. He was right he did have the perfect t-bagging balls. The nearly covered half of your face, as he rested there, with his taint on your chin. Then he extended his knees, and sat up. Dangling his balls over your face. The angle at which you were witnessing this was immaculate. He looked so godly as he lowered his balls to your nose. Placing his hand on top of them and shoving them in your nostrils. Forcing you to directly breathe in his pheromones.

“Ahh take it in. The scent of your future big bro.” He moaned on top of you. Meanwhile you were struggling to breathe, because the skin of his balls was clogging your nostrils, and the ball gag didn’t help.

“Fuckk.” He started massaging his balls into your face. Kneading them over the bridge of your nose. Then as if his torture couldn’t get anymore raunchy he placed his asshole over your mouth, and dropped his dick over your eyes. You felt his hole against your top lip. His taint sat over your nose, and all you could smell was his tangy aroma. It was magical. You did your best to stifle large inhales, but it was so hard, because his scent just got more addictive the longer he tortured you. While busy trying not to let him know you were enjoying this, he,

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Let out a spicy fart.

“Damn. That one kinda hurt coming out.” It slid into your mouth. It left a burnt taste in your mouth, and gave you goosebumps. It lasted 3 seconds, but it packed a major punch. The smell wafted into your nostrils and it was awful. It was cheesy and skunky.

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“Aww fuck. You’re in for it man.”

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“Jesus.” Max said as he comically waved his hand in front of his face. You couldn’t blame him. You were weakly coughing under his ass. The smell was so intense. He must’ve eaten something rancid while you were in the shower.

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“I kinda feel bad for you down there.”

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“Ok I’m done. I don’t want to kill you.”

He slowly unmounted your face. Leaving you to bask in his gas, while he stepped away. You watched as he gathered the clothes that he had taken off of your face.

“I’ll let you cool down for a bit,” he said as he threw his old gym clothes back on you. This time a jock falling over your face. The smell was intense, and the smell of his farts that lingered over your face only aided in making his clothes smell atrocious. You were loving it. You laid still smelling the clothes for a while. Clearly Max was up to something. You finally heard the door creak, and then Max,

“Hey man. Sorry I took so long. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” He chuckled as he walked over to you. You were expecting him to release you, but instead you felt and indent on the edge of his bed, and then a heavy weight on top of your body. This weight effectively pressing your sore and hard penis into the pile you of crusty jockstraps and damp T-shirts’ you were under. Since you weren’t expecting the sweet sensation this caused you let out a loud moan.

“Bro, what the fuck, are you good?” You heard Max ask above you. You felt a shuffle on top of you as clothes were thrown on the floor, and then a hand caress your bulge.

“Are you turned on by this?” You were terrified. What was he going to do. What was he going to say?

“I didn’t know you were such a freak,” he stated with a tone that almost sounded pleased.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one in the room right now that’s horny as fuck.”

You gurgled into your gag in shock. Was he for real? A sick sense of joy arose in you. You heard him inhale deeply into the still, rather impressive pile of vile clothes on top of you.

“Fuckkk.” He ruffled some of the clothes on top of your face, and grabbed your jaw. Forcing you to look at him.

“Do you wanna fuck?” He asked bluntly. Surprised, you just moaned into the gag. You were confused, but his face made you want to submit further than you already had.

After a brief contemplation. You nodded your head up and down. Max’s whole face lit up in a sick grin, and he started to stand on the bed . He quickly took off the briefs he was currently wearing, and slammed his body back down on top of you, before sliding off of the bed. He then placed his hands under you, and flipped you over. Your body tensed in shock. You now laid on top of the pile, and your face was pressed into a sweaty sock. You felt him climb back onto your bed, and then grab your butt cheeks. You felt his face against your ass as he inhaled deeply, which caused you to get chills all over your body. He moaned and then placed his tongue just below your hole, flicking it up until it slid around the ring of your anus. You moaned in ecstasy as his tongue seemed to expertly navigate your ass. Once finished licking the outside of your hole, he penetrated your asshole with his tongue, slowly pushing in deeper. He used his tongue like the bow on a violin, going back and forth, in and out. His hands tightly squeezed your cheeks, and massaged your thighs. After a couple of minutes you felt his dick slide against your taint, and in between your cheeks. You moaned in anticipation, as his dick stroked against your ass. You heard him spit, it splashed on his dick, and rained down on your ass. Unlike everything he had done before, he sloppily rubbed his saliva into his dick, moaning as he played with the head of his cock in his hands. Before continuing, he grabbed a sweaty t-shirt, and inhaled deeply into the armpit. Gasping in ecstasy, and then plunging his dick in ecstasy. You nearly screamed as you felt your hole stretch around his cock, which was larger than you anticipated. He initially moved slow and carefully, like he had before, but after a few strokes he started pounding into you roughly. You felt his hands slam down against your back, leaving a sting red pain to heat up your mid back, before scratching his nails back down to your ass, which he pinched between his fingers. Jiggling your mounds like jello, as he thrust into them harshly, causing them to ripple even more. You groaned in pleasureful pain, as your body was being used by Max, who fucked you hard. The intense stench that filled the room mixed with the beating your ass was getting, caused you to shoot your load all over the pile of clothes you laid on, spraying your cum onto your various frat brothers clothes. The vulgarity of it just aroused you more. Not too long after you felt Max strain as he began to shoot ropes of cum deep into your insides. As he slowly slid his dick out of your hole, you felt his cum ooze out of your hole, and trickle down to your balls.

“Fuck you better be ready for round two bitch,” Max said trying to catch his breath. You simply moaned at the thought of going again.

(I was thinking of making this a story that took place over a week, so if you think I should continue it let me know. I have a lot more nasty shit planned for you and Max.)

[beefadmirer]

[gayfartsforyou]

An ideal position to be in. His protein farts probably stink like hell

[gayfartstories]

SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE A STORY WITH THIS

[imtheasssniffer]

Challenge accepted!

When you decided to link up with the Grindr hookup of your dreams. The last thing you expected was to be crushed mercilessly under his wide ass.

He seemed sweet enough. While messaging he wasn’t intrusive, nor overly sexual. You just figured you’d meet him at his house, he’d fuck you raw, and then you’d dip. Being squished under his ass? That was the last thing you expected. Especially when he opened the door, and offered you a cup of tea. After declining, due to not wanting to get too personal. He told you to lay down on the couch. You followed instructions finding his dominance very attractive.

“You ready?” He asked excitedly. You nodded your head vigorously and watched as he slowly sauntered over to you. Then as you were anticipating him to take his clothes off. He turned around, and plopped on top of you. Almost purposely slamming his bulking frame onto you.

You wheezed. The air inside of you fled your body so rapidly you felt like a whoopee cushion. After a couple seconds though, you realized he was more of a whoopee cushion than you.

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Warm air gushed out of his hole, and onto your stomach. Heating up your torso, and the portion of the couch that was unfortunate enough to be behind him. It was a quick 2 second fart, but the smell was rancid. You started beating on his legs. He paid no mind. He just adjusted himself and laughed.

“Listen up pig. The protein shake i drank before my workout this morning is hitting me like a bitch. You’re in for a treat today,” he said menacingly. You twisted your face in disgust and confusion. You were about to plead, but you were interrupted by,

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Another loud fart, that started airy, but ended like a roll of thunder this one lasting 4 seconds smelled even more rancid. Almost skunky. You coughed at the horrific stench. He just smiled, took a deep whiff, and kissed his bicep.

“I don’t think you’re ready to handle what’s coming to you bi-“

You tried interjecting, but he just placed his thigh over your neck. Ultamitley choking you, and rendering it impossible for you to speak.

“As I was saying faggot. You’re not ready, for all this hot, stinking ass.”

He shifted closer to your face, and

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He released a booming fart. Everything about it was worse. His farts just kept building up. This one lasted 5 seconds, and was distinctively more rotten.

“Ooh, it must not smell good down there. Fuck!”

He lifted off of you for a moment. You eagerly took a breath in, and he plopped back down on top of you. In that split second he had taken off his shorts, and you could now see that he was wearing a black thong. Once he settled back down on top of you he pulled out his dick which was hard! A full seven and a half inches of thick meat. He began to stroke his cock, causing his huge saggy balls to bounce on your stomach. You’d be extremely turned on right now if you weren’t in excruciating pain, and completely disgusted.

“Please,” you weakly begged. As his eyes furrowed. You regretted saying anything.

“I’ll fuck your twink ass later. Right now is my time, and you’re being selfish.” After speaking he started shifting. You thought it was to get off of you, until his ass came looming over your face. You tried to fight, but it was no use.

You helplessly watched as his ass cheeks separated. Showing you a glimpse of his hole, that his thong was doing an extremely poor job of covering. It was slimy, and hairy, and quite frankly it didn’t look that clean. You got to see it even better when he shifted the measley string out of his crack. You heard a chuckle just before his colossal ass slammed onto your face. You screamed, but that only aroused him more.

“Fuuuck! Feel free to lick down there while I finish up.”

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A small toot further bombarded you with a stench that added to the musk of his ass in a way that could be used to torture soldiers for interrogation. The smell was so strong. It burnt your nose, and the sensation of warm air filling your nostrils was intrusive to say the least. Your face felt moist after the fart, and you prayed that it was just sweat. His ass hairs scratched at your face. Making your skin feel irratated, further making you uncomfortable. You kept slapping at his thighs, but it was obviously doing nothing, because he just kept stroking his penis. Every couple of seconds you heard a moan, each usually followed by a small poot.

“Oh my god. Your face feels so...”

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“Good!” He ripped a loud 3 second fart on your face.

“You’re at the mercy of my ass man. I’m sorry I have no co-“

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“-ntrol.” He wasn’t stopping. The farts kept coming. Each warming your face, and making the scent of shit more dense over your nose.

“Ahh fuck. Smell it bitch. Let my gas burn your nostrils...”

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“I want my scent to stain the front of your little faggot brain!”

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“Yeah you like that? You sick little bitch. You wanna sniff-“ His tauntings ceased. They turned into moans, before he could finish his sentence. You felt his body tense. Squishing your face evermore in his crack. Then you felt beads of cum spray your shirt. Dampening the fabric.

“Oh fuck...” He said slightly out of breath. There was silence for a moment, and then you felt him lean forward.

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This fart left your face warm, warmer than the rest, and wet, suspiciously wet.

Then as if your prayers had been answered he got off of your face. Your vision was blurry, and you felt paralyzed by pain. You gasped for air, greedily opening your mouth wide and sucking in semi-fresh air by the mouthfuls. You saw his figure get off the couch and stand over you. He chuckled a bit, and then took off his thong.

“I really made a mess of your face. I guess it was a good thing you weren’t licking my hole.”

He chuckled picking you up off of the couch.

“Here use this to clean yourself.” He said as he strapped his thong around your face. Now introducing the smell of sweaty balls to the concoction of awful scents in your nostrils. You were too defeated to even speak. He carried you to the bedroom.

“Time for me to fuck you. I know that’s all you wanted.”

If you had read his bio, instead of being completely superficial. You would’ve seen that he wanted a twink to dominate with his ass. Guess you’ve learned your lesson.

[imtheasssniffer]

Calm Down

It was a hot summer day, which would normally be tolerable, but the AC in your complex was being fixed, and quarantine left you stuck in your apartment. You were starting to go insane from the heat. You were so sweaty that you had to take your shirt off, because it was sticking to your body. You sat in the living room. Sadly licking a popsicle that did nothing to aid your uncomfortable body temperature. Your roommate Larry sat across from. Wearing nothing, but his boxers and a loose t-shirt. His legs were spread as wide as they could go without him breaking his hips, and for good reason. From what you could see his dick was huge. You watched it plop onto the sofa as he sat down. He caught you staring and said,

“You like what you see?” You could feel yourself blushing at the comment, and you focused back on your phone.

“Please,” you grumbled getting a chuckle out Larry. He was straight, and knew you were gay, but didn’t really care. He would tease you about it time to time, but he was never prejudiced.

From the corner of your eyes you could see him shift his body a little. You thought nothing of it until you heard,

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A 5 second fart shot out of Larry’s ass like an angry duck, and it’s odor spread fast. You immediately covered your nose at the disgusting and pungent smell of his gas. It smelled like cabbage and manure.

“What the fuck Larry,” you asked offended by the stench. Larry just laughed and replied,

“I’m sorry man, but my stomach hurts.” With that said he patted his belly and shifted again.

“Don’t do it,” you said trying your hardest to sound like an authoritarian figure. He just smiled and let rip.

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His ass squeaked out an 8 second fart that was just as pungent as the last. By now the entire room smelled like Larry’s ass. There was nothing you could do to escape it. Larry chuckled as you struggled to breathe, but you just kept glaring at him. Fed up you finally said,

“Fuck this I’m going to use the bathroom. Can you just open a window or something.”

“Sure,” Larry replied. You got up and walked away, but the smell seemed to follow you. You reached the bathroom, and just as you were about to open the door Larry called to you,

“Actually you might not want to go in there.” You didn’t take him seriously, but as soon as you opened the door. Regret flushed over you. It was almost as if a wall of stench just collapsed on you. The bathroom smelled like straight shit. It smelled so bad you started coughing. You quickly closed the door, and looked at Larry who was cracking up. In between coughs you could here him still ripping ass.

This was the last straw. You were hot, sweaty, tired and most of all pissed.

“Larry what the fuck,” you screamed. He looked at your state, and the smile dropped from his face.

“I’m sorry man. I think it’s just something I ate.” He rubbed his stomach.

“Bro if you’re going to be blowing toxic fumes out of your ass. Don’t do it in our tiny ass apartment where it’s the only air I have to breathe.” You stood above him as you spoke. Trying to intimidate him. At this point Larry was getting annoyed with you too. He got up and towered 6 inches over you.

“This is my home too Bro. I’m sorry that I’m farting so much, but it’s a natural function, and I have a stomach ache. You need to calm down”

“Go have a stomach ache outside. That shit stinks,” you replied. At this point you could tell Larry was mad too. He put his hand on your chest, and walked towards you. You took a step backward not knowing what he was doing until you fell onto the couch behind you. You whimpered and said,

“What are you doing.” Larry didn’t reply he just turned around, and took his boxers off. You heard his cock flop against his thigh, you just looked at his ass, which was shiny with sweat, in confusion. You heard a small poot, and tried pushing Larry away, but he just held you down, and shoved his ass in your face. It was pure musk. His ass was sweaty, and musty from the insane heat.

“You think this shit stinks wait til you get it straight from the source.” After he said this you tried bucking him off, but he was leaning full weight on your body, and you were in a powerless position. There was nothing you could do, but take whatever he gave you.

His ass was slimey, and his hairs were scratching your face. You tried getting him off, but the more you moved. The more ass gunk you felt clog your pores. Then without warning.

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You heard Larry sigh I’m pleasure as he released the fart on your face. It lasted 9 seconds, and was pure hell. It smelled like straight shit. You screamed into his ass, but all it did was get the vile taste into your mouth. You began to gag, but Larry was far from over.

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You heard Larry say “Goddamn.” Above you. You began to feel yourself get nauseous. The 13 second long fart burnt its way up your nostrils. Eventually it was just too much and you went unconscious.

You eventually woke up. You were warm, and felt sweaty, but your face was hot, and your nose was burning. That’s when you realized you were still in Larry’s ass. Once the realization hit you so did the smell. It was the same familiar smell of his ass from before, but now you were in his bed. He felt you move and looked down at you.

“Please don’t be mad. You were just freaking out, and I didn’t know how to calm you down.” You took your face out of his ass which created a sticky splat noise, and said,

“It’s fine I overreacted. I was just frustrated from the heat and took it out on you.” He looked down and smiled at you.

“So your not mad?”

“No,” you replied quickly.

“Good.” Larry roughly shoves your face back into his ass,

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He ripped a chunky 6 second fart.

“Cause if I fart on your face. Then the apartment doesn’t smell like ass.”

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You tried getting out from his ass, but your attempts were futile. He quickly knocked you out again. With the stench of his 12 second long fart, and sadly this wasn’t the last time he used your face as his filter. For the remainder of the night you woke up in Larry’s ass only to be incapacitated by it again.

[imtheasssniffer]

Date Night

You had just gotten to the restaurant for your date. It was your first year anniversary with your boyfriend Miguel, and you wanted to make it special so you set up a reservation at a fancy Italian restaurant that was a few blocks away from your job. You always saw it while walking into work, and knew you wanted to take Miguel, so this was the perfect opportunity.

You two had a very open relationship, and told each other everything. For instance he had a massive foot fetish, and always commented about how perfect your feet were. This made it easier to tell him you had a fart fetish, which he wasn’t too weirded out by. In fact he was almost delighted, and claimed that he was lactose intolerant, but loved cheese, so it worked out for him.

It had been a long week, and you were glad to finally relax, and there was no better way to do it than to be with Miguel on a date. That was what you thought, as you sat waiting for him. Until you saw him walk in wearing a tightly fitted navy suit, and a white button up that wasn’t buttoned all the way. As soon as you saw him walking up to you, you started to get hard, and knew that you’d have bruises on your thighs for the rest of the weekend.

He smiled at you, and pulled out some roses from behind his back, before bending over to kiss you on the cheek.

“This place is really nice, how did you afford it?” He said as he sat down across from you. You hushed him jokingly which got a quick laugh from the both of you.

“I’ve been saving up,” you said giddy. You were happy to be spoiling your man. The food looked delicious.

You sat in silence for a couple seconds staring at Miguel, observing every part of his beautiful body. You watched as a crooked smirk formed on his face as he scrunched it up, and a low rumble came from his seat. He started cracking up, and you were about to yell at him. Until the server came up. They started speaking, but in the middle of their sentence they cringed at the odor that rose from Miguel’s seat. That’s when he pointed at you and said,

“I’m sorry he gets really bad gas.” You were completely flabbergasted. You wanted to defend yourself, but just kept stumbling on your words from embarrassment. You ultamitely decided to give up, and just sunk into your seat defeated. Meanwhile Miguel was ordering a bottle of wine for the two of you to share.

As the server scurried away Miguel looked at you and laughed.

“It’s not funny,” you said in a grumpy tone. He grabbed your hand and asked,

“Why are you being so serious?”

“Because I wanted this to be perfect, and now I’m gonna be known as the man who farted and scared the waiters.” You could tell he was amused by your anxiety, and continued to ask,

“So what, you want to be known as the man who dates the man who farted and scared the waiters?”

“I mean that is what I am.”

“Ok,” was all he said. You knew he was scheming.

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“Oh my god,” you gasped. A loud chainsaw like fart echoed through the restaurant. You heard everyone around you get quiet. They were all looking in your direction. To make it worse Miguel then stood up, and stated,

“My bad. That one was me.” You heard a few stifled laughs, as well as some scoffs from the surrounding tables. You just put your head on the table, and closed your eyes. You were so embarrassed, while your face was hidden you tried sneakily inhaling some of the gas, and it wasn’t very hard. His farts weren’t very potent, but they were very enjoyable and distinct. This one was kind of cheesey and meaty.

He chuckled a bit when he looked at you. You finally raised your face up, and you felt the warmth on your cheeks as you looked into his eyes. Partially from embarrassment, and partially from attraction. The waiter again walking up to the both of you disgusted, and asked for your order. Miguel ordered a plate of chicken Parmesan with Alfredo pasta, and garlic bread. A plate of food that would absolutely decimate your face later in the night, and be the source of fatal Dutch ovens which would leave your nostrils burning.

Later as the food arrived you watched Miguel smile. He was elated to finally eat. He scarfed down the food in a matter of minutes. You watched slightly aroused as you slowly munched on your risotto. You took your time enjoying the expensive food knowing it’d be a while before you’d get to eat like this again. While distracted by the conversation you two were carrying and focusing on your own dish. You hadn’t noticed that Miguel had finished his plate.

“Damn somebodies hungry today,” you joked. Miguel looked into your eyes and chuckled.

“More so just eager,” he replied slowly.

“Eager for what,” you asked genuinely confused.

“You really want me to say everything I’m gonna do to you in public?” Miguel said as he winked while wiping his mouth. You looked away and smiled. You could hear Miguel stifle a laugh from across the table. He was definitely amused by your bashfulness when you two were out in public.

You asked for the check once you finished eating. You tried rushing once you saw Miguel started looking uncomfortable. At this point he was like a ticking bomb. You could already see that he was getting bloated. He kept rubbing his belly, and shifting in his seat. Once the you paid, youbolted out of your seat, but Miguel was being leisurely. You stood over him, as he slowly lifted himself from his chair. Once he was standing straight he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He was in control, and he clearly wanted to walk as slowly as possible. When you two finally made it to the door. Miguel leaned in your ear and said,

“I hope you know I crop-dusted everyone behind us the entire time.” With that he opened the door and slightly shoved you out of the restaurant.

“Really babe,” you jeered. He just chuckled and started walking in front of you.

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He grabbed your hand and towed you behind him. This time walking faster. When you finally made it to his car he unbuttoned his pants.

“Ah... shit,” he moaned, “that feels so good.” He patted his stomach and,

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A deadly 4 second fart rumbled against the seat of his car. Miguel leaned back and smiled, clearly satisfied to relieve some of the pressure from his gut.

“Whew, how does it smell?” You didn’t answer you just sat painfully erect. The smell kind of stung your nose. It was like the dairy he consumed went rancid, and came back out. You tried to roll down the window to get some fresh air, but Miguel locked the windows. You could see that he was getting hard too. Trapping you in the car with his stink was turning him on.

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“Aww.” Miguel ripped a 3 second fart that was much louder than the first.

“That one hurt coming out.” You felt your dick throb. You were so aroused you couldn’t even speak.

Finally Miguel pulled out of the parking lot. He just kept ripping ass. Every minute or so he would point his ass at you and release a booming blast that smelled god awful. As he was driving you watched him rub the growing bulge in the front of his pants. After watching this happen a couple times you had enough. When he stopped at the next red light you said,

“Unzip your pants Miguel.” A confused “huh?” Was all you hit out of him. So you repeated yourself,

“Unzip your pants, and take out your dick.” You watched an arrogant yet slightly confused grin form on his face, as he unzipped his pants and popped his penis out from his underwear.

“Is this what you wanted,” he asked smartly. You didn’t even bother replying. You just lunged for his cock. You wrapped your mouth around his head and quickly got to work.

“Holy fuck I’m driving...” His sentence was cutoff, by the light turning green, and him accelerating a little too much.

“Babe... I...” his protests ended as pleasure started to settle in.

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You heard the fart echo out of his ass against the seat. You could feel the hot air rise from between his legs, and as the smell rose into your nose it just made you more horny.

“Holy fuck babe... I.” You kept bobbing. Flicking your tongue against his head as you made your way up. You felt the car slow down as Miguel approached another red light. You worked faster now that he wasn’t actively driving.

“Goooood.” Was all you heard above you and then,

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A loud obnoxious fart rang through the car. As soon as you smelled it Miguel smashed your face down into his crotch. His hand was pressed firmly on the back of your head. Keeping you down. You could feel tears form as you choked on his manhood with no choice to stop, that and the stench of his gas was tear jerking itself.

“Sniff it bitch,” he moaned. As Miguel said this you could feel his dick pumping. Soon you felt Miguel’s warm cum shooting to the back of your throat. Filling your mouth. He had never cum like this before. This was accompanied, by various satisfied moans he was almost screaming as his cum made its way down your esophagus. The light turned green, and the orgasm was subsided by the movement of the car. You slowly pulled your mouth off of his dick, and looked up at him. You two couldn’t stop grinning.

Finally and somewhat surprisingly, due to Miguel’s reckless driving you two had finally made it back to your apartment. The sexual tension was undeniable. It was hard even making it to the door. You two kept rubbing against each other, and grabbing one another as you made your way up that stairs and down your hall. As soon as you heard Miguel slam the door behind you. You started stripping off your clothes. Miguel leaned in for a slobbery kiss. As you took off your jacket. Once you got your jacket off. Miguel roughly pushed you on the floor.

“You ok?” He asked caringly.

“Yeah,” you replied rushed.

“Not after what I do to ya’.” He started slipping off his pants, and then he straddled your chest. Wearing nothing more than a jockstrap, and the shirt he wore today. He giggled a little as he bent over to make out with you. Miguel held your arms. They were pinned to the floor, on either side of your head, by the weight of his body.

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An airy yet wet sounding fart pushed its way out of Miguel’s ass, and you could feel it’s breeze against your chest. He pulled away from your kiss, and smirked.

“Oh yeah I forgot.” You were a little puzzled until he put his ass in your face. He sat down full force. You could feel his slightly hairy hole rubbing around the top of your lip.

“Ah yeah. You in my ass babe feels so right.”

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A 3 second rotten fart blasted your face. It burnt. The air was so hot, and stinky that it physically hurt your nose.

“Ooh shit that fucking reeks babe. I hope your not expecting mercy.”

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A 2 second fart attacked your face. It was much warmer than before, and the stench of rotted milk and meat was all you could smell.

It’s funny, because all you wanted now was mercy. You started slapping on Miguel’s thighs, but you were just met with another blast.

“Sorry babe, but I want to make you hate my gas tonight.”

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He continued ripping ass every few seconds. It was nonstop. His warm gas flooded your nostrils, singed your hairs and gave you an ecstatic sensation of arousal. The more he blasted your face, and the more he ignored your begs to be released the more aroused you got, until finally you came. You felt your sperm hit your sweater, but before you could be upset about the fact that you may have just ruined one of your favorite sweaters, Miguel picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Once he made it to the bed he threw you down. You heard your bed frame crackle as you hit the mattress, but Miguel didn’t stop. He got on top of you and started to kiss you until he pulled away scowling at the taste of your lips, which had the distinct aroma of his ass. You giggled a little as he peeled himself off of you. He was laying next to you unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

“Since I can’t kiss you with my mouth. I’ll just use my other lips to kiss you,” Miguel said sensually. You watched for what felt like forever as he unbuttoned his shirt. Part of you felt terrified. His ass was burning hot tonight. As turned on as you were you knew that the feeling of choking on his gas would turn from arousal to panic, and you knew that he wouldn’t care.

“I want you to make your way down,” Miguel said softly. Hey grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You followed his control and rolled over so you two were face to face. You kissed his cheek, and looked into his eyes. He made a funny face, still grimacing from the ass funk that lingered on your lips. You slowly moved down kissing his neck. Once you reached his chest you started to peck him more quickly, until you made it to his nipples where you sensually licked. Going in small circles, and lightly sucking. As you continued down you playfully nibbled on his right nipple which caused him to tense up. You licked your way down the center of his swollen abdomen, and rubbed your face against his warm skin, and as you kissed you applied slight pressure, which in turn caused some small poots to escape Miguel’s ass. When you finally got towards Miguel’s crotch you made your kisses more passionate. Making them juicier and longer, until you made it to his cock. You licked your way up to his head, where you wrapped your lips, and bobbed a few times before continuing further down. As you came down to his balls; you kissed his scrotum, and then sucked each individual testicle. Making sure to get slobbery. You moved even further down with your mouth. You flicked your tongue in his taint. This caused Miguel to get the chills, and you could feel a warm stream of rotten air come from further back. You continued licking his taint which eventually got the message across to Miguel.

Miguel flipped over, and spread his ass cheeks open for you. You looked into them. His ass was a vast, damp, dank, valley of potent gas. That you were more than willingly to stuff your face into. With the slightest bit of hesitation you shoved your face into his crack, and planted your lips on his hole, and puckered. You slowly let your tongue out of your mouth and into his anus. Stretching it as far as it could go into his hole. Miguel let out a pleased moan.

“Fuuucck.”

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You felt his gas heat your tongue as it rumbled from his bowels to your face. You immediately pulled out from his ass and started coughing.

“Too much,” Miguel asked as he looked back at you. You coyly nodded your head no, and stuck your face back inside his ass. Miguel didn’t hesitate. He blasted your face right away.

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“Good, cause I got a lot more for you to take.” As Miguel farted he placed his hand on the back of your head and held your face in his ass. Forcing you to smell every fart particle he released.

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“Jesus!” You gripped his thighs not knowing what to do. You tried coughing, but it was hard to do while your face was submerged between his cheeks.

“I can feel your breath on my hole, and it feels... ngh-“

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“Great!” You could feel his whole body tense up as he shot you in the face with more rancid air.

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“Ok I’m done,” Miguel finally said in an exhausted tone. He exhaled as he released you from his ass. You pulled your face out instantly. You felt sick. You were coughing, and your face was warm with tears and ass juice. Miguel turned over to you, and sat with you in between his legs. He pulled you close, and plucked one of his ass hairs off of your face. He was stifling laughter as he kissed you on the forehead and said,

“I guess it was too much you greedy bitch.”