My face is your seat❤️‍🔥

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Content: male domination, face-sitting, farting

It had been a really tough day at work for Cam, and to top it off he once again had to make the two hour commute back to his apartment where no one was waiting for him. About halfway through his drive he realised he really had to go to the toilet, so he stopped at the first public toilet he came across. The public toilets didn’t look super appealing but he needed to pee too badly to care.

Once Cam walked in, the strong, musky public toilet smell hit him immediately. There was one guy there who had just gotten out of the toilet and had started washing his hands. The man had a muscular build but what was striking was his huge lower body. Big quads and glutes stretched the stranger’s lycra shorts so that it hugged his legs tightly. Despite the man being quite toned all over, the difference in size of the upper and lower body was so jarring that Cam couldn’t help but have a glance at the stranger’s ass to confirm that it was all real.

Jacob's first day of his new job, the first day in hell

...

Day One was long, busy, and hellish.

As Tristan had explained, Fartboy was ordered to spend his classes in the far back corner of the lecture halls, where an AKO brother would sit with his ass sticking out to relieve themselves of gas.

The brother in his Monday morning psych 101 class, Harley, was a burly guy with messy brown hair, a beard, and furry arms. He had on an old dirty beer crawl T Shirt, and old basketball shorts. Before class he warned Jacob that he usually loads up on dorm cafeteria breakfasts.

“The eggs, bacon, and oatmeal really do a number on my guts,” he smirked, “That gas really reeks. Gnarly. You don’t have to smell them if you don’t want to,”

Jacob was ready to say thanks and get away from that awful sounding ass, but Fartboy was in full control; “Don’t worry about me sir, fart sniffing is my job. Sniffing farts is my favorite thing to do, and I want to please the frat”

“That’s what we like to hear.”

So Jacob was forced to spend the lecture with his face buried deep into Harley’s ass. His basketball shorts were doing nothing to hold off the stench. Fartboy breathed through his nose slowly, forcing Jacob to spend the agonizing 75 minute lecture by savoring the stink coming out of Harley’s backside.

Worse were the farts, of course. Letting them out slowly and quietly, Jacob felt the pants get hot and his face become uncomfortably moist. A revolting stink took over, like old eggs in old pig grease. Jacob’s eyes burned, but Fartboy was smiling and drawing in slow sniffs. Jacob was enraged; not only did he have to smell it, but his alter ego was really taking his time with each fart. 

Inside Fartboy’s head, Jacob was screaming. He couldn’t take notes. He couldn’t focus on what the professor was saying, he was so far away. And Fartboy always made sure all of his attention was given to the ass in front of him.

Once the stink was gone (or at least, brought back to ‘minimum’ levels of stink that always came off Harley’s asshole), Jacob finally got fresh air as Fartboy moved over to start his dozens of kisses of gratitude. Jacob didn’t even care at the humiliating act, he was just glad to be out of that ass.

When class was over, Harley and Jacob snuck out of the room. “How were those?”

“Absolutely disgusting.” Jacob said with sincerity, but Fartboy was still smiling, “Thanks again. Can’t wait for Thursday’s class”

Jacob walked toward his next class, sick to his stomach. Awaiting him was Griffin, a dumb football player with a thick ass that stretched his basketball shorts out. He’d texted Jacob the day before, “Hey Fartboy, usually i shower in the mornings but since you’re in my 11am lecture, I’ll wait till afterward. I don’t want you to be bored with a clean butt when you could explore the smells of my unwashed crack :D study my ass harder than the class”

And Fartboy’s fingers typed on Jacob’s phone to reply “Can’t wait, sir! I love your farts so much!!”

All of Fartboy’s texts were saved and shared on a secret frat discord server. As were over-the-shoulder selfies of Fartboy at work.

Griffin was taking such a selfie in their 11am lecture. He held the phone over his shoulders, and Fartboy stared right back up into his own eyes. Griffin was bold enough to pull his shorts down, mooning Jacob with pale smooth cheeks. Because he was told to ‘explore the smells’, Fartboy had grabbed onto Griffin’s thick cheeks and spread them, getting Jacob’s neck at an angle to a painful degree, trying to line his nostrils up right over his smooth pink hole. The angle was awkward and started to give Jacob a headache, but it did make the stink stronger so Fartboy didn’t relieve Jacob of this painful position. Jacob started to cry, and Fartboy started sniffing.

Thankfully, Griffin only farted three times during class. Each one made his eyes stream more tears, and his nose turned into a bloodhound’s making sure to sniff them all in. Even though they were less painful than Harley’s, and less frequent, still this was another class that Jacob missed. At this rate, he would fail the semester and have to start over. His heart raced with anxiety; the frat wouldn’t do that to a pledge, would they? But then he thought, they’ve already done this evil hypnosis, they know I know this is all fake, yet they were more than happy to force me into ruining my college career, just so they could taunt me like immature older brothers.

Next class of the day, 1pm lecture…oh no. Jacob got a text from Diego, the senior brother he was assigned to for this class. “Hey Fartboy, I am seeing my girlfriend this afternoon but I don’t have time to shower. Can you use your tongue to ‘freshen’ up back there? Give my ass a spa treatment.”

No. no, fuck no, Fartboy’s thumbs raced, “Yes sir right away sir!”

Fartboy took over and made Jacob sprint to class. 

For the next 75 minutes, Fartboy gave Diego’s ass the full spa treatment.

First, Fartboy pampered him with kisses. Jacob grimaced at feeling all of the ass hairs scratch at his lips. He reeked as if he’d never showered. Jacob’s lips were forced into the forest of black hair around Diego’s dark asshole. He gagged, but Fartboy kept going. Afterward, he started giving a full-ass massage, using his nose and lips against his hairy cheeks, and kneading them with his fingers. Diego was smirking, holding his phone over his shoulder to record it for the chat. Jacob would have been ashamed if he knew he was being filmed, but Fartboy had pulled him in to massage Diego’s asshole with his nose. He pressed in deep and was roughly grinding his face into his ass crack, while his hands worked on his cheeks. The stink, the pressure, the heat, it was all making Jacob feel faint. Forced to be conscious through this hell.

When it was finally time to lick him clean, and Jacob couldn’t help but count each ass hair that got caught into his mouth, Diego decided it was time to let out his gas. He waited for Jacob’s tongue to reach his hole before letting an SDB seep out.

Jacob gagged violently, but Fartboy locked lips with Diego’s hole and sucked it down, forcing Jacob to taste every moment. His hands kept rubbing his cheeks, slowly working and massaging his ass muscles, while his lips worked on his hole.

Finally, class was over. Jacob was in a daze, shivering in disgust and exhaustion. Diego pulled his shorts up and looked down at the pledge,

“Feels squeaky clean down there, Fartboy. Great Job! And your face was the perfect massage wand. I think I’d like every class this semester to be a spa day for my ass.”

Before Jacob could let the horror of those words sink in, the horror of having to do that three times a week for 75 minutes each…Fartboy chirped up “That would be my pleasure, sir! I’m sorry I let you fart into my mouth instead of my nose where it belongs. I will deduct those from my points today.”

“You know I liked using your mouth instead. Loved feeling you squirm. Since you don’t mind missing out on points here and there, I’ll make sure to save my farts for your mouth only”

“Thank you sir. Your gas was the most vile thing I’ve tasted. But for the frat, I look forward to tasting the next one”

Diego cackled a boyish cruel laugh. Jacob felt shame and disgust brewing inside him, but Fartboy smiled like an idiot. Diego said, “I fucking love you man. 

So none of those points counted. He’d spent the full lecture gagging on Diego’s evil ass gas, only to add no points to his total. He’ll never be free from Fartboy.

…

In between classes, Jacob tried to avoid running into frat brothers across campus. He learned the mistake the hard way when, on day one, he cut across the quad to get to one of the few real classes he had on the other side…except a group of brothers was coming his way. The tallest one in the middle with the shaven black hair and gaunt face was Vinnie Russo. He locked eyes with Jacob and headed in his direction.

I can’t pretend not to see him.

“Well happy Monday, Fartboy.”

“Happy Monday, Sir.”

“Who was your last class with?”

“Diego Sanchez, Sir.”

“Hah! Dirty Sanchez!” the group started to laugh, “Fuck man I can’t imagine surviving a single minute near his rank skunk ass. And his mind’s just as filthy. Tell us in detail what he had you do for him.”

So Fartboy took over, and with pride he explained how he gave Diego’s ass a ‘spa day’, how he used his nose to massage his hole, how he spent a long time tongue scrubbing it clean, and how Diego had farted into his mouth. Jacob’s face would have been burning with shame at admitting, not only that these things happened to him, but with enthusiasm like he loved every second of it! They all cackled with cruel faces, enjoying how disgustingly evil it all was.

“Well sounds like you had a rough afternoon.”

“Yes sir, I'm exhausted.” Jacob admitted. Maybe these guys would be merciful to him.

“I don’t have anything to offer right now, but maybe you could still show gratitude. On your knees.” 

Fartboy did as commanded. Jacob worried that other students were watching!

Vinnie walked up to him and turned around. His ass was snug in his blue jeans. “Give my shithole a smooch. And then, keep your lips glued there.”

Fartboy obeyed. Jacob’s lips yanked him forward and he planted a fat kiss right on the seat of Vinnie’s jeans. As instructed, the lips stayed there. No matter how much Jacob tried to nudge, his body was determined to keep his lips against the older brother’s asshole. 

The others were laughing at the sight. The pledge kissing the brother’s ass, just as nature intended. They stood around joking and chatting for a few minutes, while Jacob was becoming more aware of how much time was passing. He was late for class. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be in class. He was skipping the only class he could hope to do well in, so he could keep his lips locked with a guy’s asshole?!

The heat of his breath made the fabric moist. As always, Fartboy savored the stink with deliberate sniffs.

He heard others laughing, girls and guys. Other students who know nothing about the frat, who see a freshman hyper focused on kissing a frat bro’s ass. Typical hazing. Hell week. Laugh and move on. Jacob wanted to cry. He would never make friends at this school. If Fartboy is in so much control, he’ll be a laughingstock. 

Then Jacob felt someone lean up on the side of his head,

PRTPRTPRPPPPP

Someone farted into his left ear. That got the other guys hooting with laughter. Fartboy didn’t move from his spot, but since his nose was exposed more, he could smell the fart well. It wouldn’t count to his total points for the day, of course, but even so he took in a deep sniff. Jacob felt like a raging monkey in a cage.

They took turns ripping farts on either side of his head. He drunk them into his nose, knowing that he wouldn’t count them to the score, forcing Jacob to appreciate every horrible flavor, from the ass sweat humid from his jeans seeping into his lips, to the constant farts that he sucked in second by second.

“Wow it’s been 45 minutes. I’m tired of this. Ok Fartboy you win.”

Like magic, Jacob’s lips were detached from Vinnie’s pants. His ass sweat caked onto his lips and had sunk onto his tongue. “Thank you, sir.”

“As a prize…uh…who thinks they haven’t showered the longest here?”

“Gotta be me,” a tall brother with a beer gut raised his arm, “Didn’t feel like it since Thursday night.”

“Wow that’s vintage 5 day aged ass crack, Fartboy, your prize is to sniff my buddy Paul here on his asshole and really really take in the aroma, like a fine wine.”

Paul turned around and pulled his jeans down.

Oh no, fuck,

Fartboy didn’t ever give Jacob a chance to react, mentally, to what was about to happen to him. Paul’s fallen jeans revealed large chubby ass cheeks coated in bear like brown hair. His hands clasped at his cheeks and spread them open to show even thicker hair sinking into the crack. And immediately, Fartboy yanked Jacob forward, forcing him to crawl toward this fat hairy beast of an ass, and shove his nose deep into the ass trench.

Jacob couldn’t hear or think about the disgusted groans from the guys, and their shocked hyena cackles. And he still hadn’t known that this was all on discord. But in that moment, the mindnumbingly painful stench of old shit was forced to be enjoyed by his nose. He wanted to vomit. Fartboy sniffed slowly to take in the aromas, enough that it forced Jacob to think about the different aspects of the way Paul’s asshole stunk, and to compare it to the other asses he’s smelled. Jacob’s nightmare was never ending; he was being forced to turn the smell over and over in his head, as if trying to memorize it, 

He had been forced to put all of his attention on the way Paul’s asshole smelled, he didn’t realize class was being let out and students were laughing at him, horrified and squealing. He had no idea they were taking pictures of him and posting them online.

Ever since, Jacob has avoided the quad. 

…

As he entered the library doors, Jacob’s phone started blowing up with requests. Fartboy got to work. 

A brother by the name of Kyle Brower texted him an awful message: 

‘Hey Fartboy. I’m on the third floor, far north corner. No one else around. Had a bacon cheeseburger for lunch. Not sitting well. Don’t talk to me because I’m working. I’ll have my ass out, come and do your job.’

Jacob clenched his teeth. After being smothered by Amad’s rancid ass, the last thing he wanted to do was learn how cheeseburgers affected Kyle’s bowels. He watched Fartboy bring him down the hall and up the stairs, grinning in anticipation.

The third floor was quiet, and Jacob was surprised to find all the desks empty. Kyle was the only person on the floor. He had a buzz cut, and matching short stubble around his jawline. He had a grey shirt with a list of bars from a previous bar crawl. He was in black basket ball shorts, and he had positioned his ass so that it was hanging out the back hole of the chair, between the back rest and the seat. He had headphones on and looked intently at his homework. He glanced at Jacob for a moment, then looked back down at his work.

Fartboy made Jacob focus on his ass buldging out from the chair as he dropped to his knees and crawled across the old filthy library carpet. Jacob was afraid someone on the floor would see, but that hasn’t stopped Fartboy before. Jacob was terrified of another ‘viral’ moment. 

In that moment, a horror hit Jacob’s heart…the parties. Oh god, they’re going to make me do this shit in front of girls…

Fartboy ignored Jacob’s thoughts, and forced him to bring his nose up to the seat of his black shorts. Fartboy made Jacob think about how Kyle’s asshole smell was unique compared to the other brothers. Jacob hated that his thoughts were filled with memories of the worst smells he’d ever taken in, some of the most humiliating and revolting experiences he’s had, and the hypnosis was forcing him to memorize every detail and solidify it in his memory forever.

Just as Jacob was fully realizing how this hypnosis was causing permanent changes in his mind, Fartboy nuzzled in deep to do his job.

Nothing could prepare Jacob for just how awful this would be. 

Immediately, his shorts went hot with the worst silent but deadly fart Jacob had ever smelled in his life. Just hours after the last ‘worst’ thing he’d ever smelled. Jacob started gagging, but Fartboy was stronger. His hands clutched at Kyle’s hips, and Jacob’s face was shoved deeper into Kyle’s crack, muffling his gagging sounds. Fartboy kept taking in sniffs when he had a chance, making Jacob’s nausea worse. 

Then another came out. Again the heat covering Jacob’s face and coating it in its rotten stink, which Fartboy soaked in like a calming facial. The gagging had subsided, Fartboy was in full control, now putting his hands up on Kyle’s cheeks, he made sure Jacob savored every moment.

Then another came out.

Ten minutes. Jacob spent ten minutes with his face buried up Kyle’s cheeks, screaming into his ass while a neverending stream of cheeseburger fart tearing up his nostrils. His eyes were burning with tears.

But Fartboy had pulled a wide smile, and he whispered “Thank you sir, those were absolutely disgusting.” As if rubbing it in, he made Jacob kiss Kyle’s ass. Again, and again. Fartboy was kissing each cheek all over, He was getting more frantic and giggling to himself. 

Kyle held his phone over his shoulder, in a snapchat selfie video, he raised a brow at the sight of Jacob’s obsessive kissing. 

“Fartboy’s having a moment,” he muttered with a smirk.

Fartboy saved the last kiss for the asshole, the same hole that had just let out the most vile grease bomb up Jacob’s nose. Then he smiled lovingly at Kyle’s ass and whispered, “thank you, sir. Those were the worst I’ve smelled today.”

Jacob was finally freed, and crawled up to walk away. The entire time, Kyle didn’t acknowledge him once, except to film him. He kept his head down and was working. Jacob felt empty, that this guy didn’t think of me as a pledge and would be brother, but like he’d used some service app to order his farts to be vacuumed out. As if Jacob hadn’t been forced to suck down the worst stink of his life… 

Maybe, Jacob thought as he returned to his seat, maybe I can get enough homework done that missing classes won’t be as bad…” the memories of Kyle’s ass, and the asses of the other boys he’d serviced that day, were dancing around his nose. Jacob couldn’t concentrate; the homework and studying was boring and too difficult without being present in class, and Fart Boy was reliving some of the most foul moments of the day.

Jacob felt sick to his stomach, 

Soon, Kyle texted back. ‘on a scale of 1-10, how rancid were they?’

Jacob was honest, ‘10.”

He replied “sorry to hear. I usually get gassy like this for hours. I’ll let you know when I have more. Don’t get too comfy”

Jacob’s head collapsed into his arms. But he felt his heart race as Fart Boy’s excitement shot back up. Now his mind was replaying the cheeseburger farts, and Jacob was feeling of longing, 

“No,” he whispered in horror.

But he could feel, not Fartboy, but himself desire to bring his nose to Kyle’s asshole again. 

He was at the library from 5-9pm. In those four hours, Kyle called him back eight more times. Each time what used to be dreading the steps up to the third floor turned into taking two steps at a time.. Always seeing his ass hanging out, knowing it was about to let out the worst stink, and knowing that he would need to keep his nose in it for several minutes. And he had to thank him each time.

He was disgusted while feeling an odd sensation, like realizing that an intense craving is about to be satisfied.

Jacob performed his service for Kyle, as well as about a dozen other brothers scattered about the library. Not all of them needed to fart, thank god; a few wanted a chance to welcome the pledge and ask about his first week (only one week!). They liked hearing Jacob detail what it was like to be Fartboy.

Of course they still made him humiliate himself. 

Gabe was a preppy boy with his brown hair in a perm, and round glasses. He seemed more sincerely friendly than the others, asking Jacob about his major and how he likes college life so far (Fartboy made him answer “I wish I could major in farts. And college has been great! I love servicing your asses”)

“Sounds…unbearable.” he smiled, “I’m not a gassy man really. But you should at least kiss my ass. Always respect your brothers.”

“Yes sir!” And Jacob performed another typical ass kissing exercise against dark khakis.

When Jacob answered Brady’s call, he found him another larger, bulky guys with a bit of a dullard face. How terrible would his gas be? But he wasn’t gassy either, he told Jacob

“Give me a deep blowjob. Don’t stop sucking till I’m soft.”

Jacob was shocked. Was this going to be common?? Fartboy took on this new roll. He crawled under Brady’s desk table in this quiet corner of the library, and pulled his shorts down to show a rising pink cock over pale blond pubes. He took his cock in all at once, breathing in through his nose the pube and ball sweat that lingered from his underwear. He gagged a few times, making Brady harder. He could feel the top of his head squish into Brady’s belly fat with every pump.

As ordered, Fartboy kept sucking even after he shot thick ropes of cum down Jacob’s throat. He’d slowed down and was now breathing heavy, gently sucking on the softening cock. Brady lazily stroked Jacob’s hair, “Good job, Fartboy. I promise, tomorrow morning, I’ll rip a monster for you.”

“Thank you sir,” Brady’s cock slipped out of Jacob’s mouth.

The next guy Jacob visited was Emilio, and he sat a table by himself. He was tall, hot, and rugged with black hair, a beard, and darker skin. Jacob couldn’t tell if he were Latin or Mediterranean,

“Hey there ‘Fartboy’,” he smirked, “I don’t have to fart, but I could burp on you if you’d like?”

“Yes sir that is generous of you,” Fartboy leaned in, and Jacob felt Emilio’s hand grab the back of his neck as he pulled his face toward Jacob’s face, with an open mouth right over his nose like he was going to bite it, Emilio let out an obnoxious burp.

Farboy sucked it in, forcing Jacob to wonder what he’d had for dinner.

…

Free at last. Jacob lay awake in his ‘bedroom’. After he left the library, he spent the rest of the evening hidden away in the frathouse basement. Loud music was playing overhead, and several guys kept coming to visit him and stick their asses into the ‘fart door’, but at last it seemed they were going to sleep. Day one down…six more days for thai week, then fifteen more weeks to go.

The more he thought about the boys at the library, the more concerned he felt. He wasn’t as humiliated by Gabe, and kissing his ass felt like a nice thing to do after he’d been kind to him. Emilio also seemed friendly, and his burp didn’t stink as bad as he thought it would. If anything it made him curious for more. 

And most shocking was Brady…Jacob always thought of himself as straight. But he hadn’t really thought about girls since the hypnosis. Now, he was imagining Brady’s cock thrusting into his throat, and feeling him cum again and again…

It didn’t stop at just Brady, though. He thought back to Paul, the linebacker with the furry ass, and how badly it stank. He thought about Griffin’s smooth, beautiful ass. He thought about kissing Vinnie’s jeans…

“No,” Jacob’s eyes were wide open in horror, because his own dick was getting hard. His hand found it, and started to play with it, while Jacob fell into a trance thinking about each asshole he’d kissed, each fart he’d sniffed…

“No, no, no,” the details were getting stronger, as if he were experiencing them again, and his dick was harder than he’d ever felt it before. Each fart was uniquely remembered, its sound and the way it stank, and he could picture each ass perfectly, down to the last freckle or hair.

Jacob cried out in aggravation. The hypnosis had seeped all the way down into his sexuality…

So when his memories played back Harley’s breakfast farts, those horrible chili dog and beer farts from the nameless Texan, and then Diego’s deep ass massage, his eyes were full of tears. It was too disgusting, imagining with perfect recollection of frat brothers farting on his tongue. And yet he stuck his tongue straight up, as if pushing up one of their assholes.

“Please, sir,” Jacob whispered to himself, “Fart in my mouth,”

His memory sunk deep into the flavors and smells that came from Diego’s putrid asshole, and Jacob’s dick was overflowing. He shot out over his face, chest, belly…he was so fixated on Diego’s hole that he didn’t realize he’d came. His hand fell from his dick, but his orgasm didn’t stop. After his cock went soft, he was still laying there feeling his orgasm linger, mixing intimately with the smells of Diego’s farts, and how his hole twitched and clenched on his tongue, and that dozens of dozens of other frat brothers were only just getting started…

“Fuck” he sighed again. This was only day one. He could be getting all the blowjobs he ever wanted. Instead, he was being conditioned to get off on their farts. What if he couldn’t go back to normal?!

His phone buzzed. A text from Paul, “We’re famous!” and a link to a reddit page. He opened the link, and then his eyes widened in shock. On a subreddit dedicated to Fraternity life, a picture of him with his face ears deep in Paul’s furry ass had reached the top of the page with thousands and thousands of karma points. It was awarded “Best hazing of Hell Week!”. In the picture, Vinnie, Paul, and the other brothers had their thumbs up, some flashing AKO signs.

“This year’s Fartboy, Jacob Smallen, is taking his job more seriously than the other pledges. We think he’s a keeper.”

Previous Parts: [1] [2] [3]

Word Count: 3971

Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, Dubious-Consent, Musky Dom, Mean Dom, (Minor) Ball Torture, Physical Threats

The next day I opened the door to a tall man, slight build of muscle, and a dark hair. After the initial introduction I pointed to the stairs and he went passed me on his way. I could smell the musk, a man that works hard all day doing manual labour. It was intoxicating.

I followed him up the stairs noticing the full ass stuffed in to his jeans. He was telling me about what he thought the problem would be, but my attention was solely focused on watching the globes bounce just inches from my face.

Ricky got to work, inspecting the system. I didn’t want to intrude but I wanted to catch more glimpses of him so I sat on the bath edge and watched. We spoke a bit about the issue, then moved on to more general things as he worked. He complained about his girlfriend, that they’d been fighting lately. “Which of course means I get no sex from her” he threw out casually.

“I bet that’s frustrating for you” I reply stupidly. But again my mind was too busy thinking about what it’d be like to have him fucking me.

“Yeh. You got a girlfriend? If so hope she’s not a mad one like mine.”

“No, I don’t. I’m single. Im actually gay though so not experienced dating a woman”

He paused for a moment. “Oh really? Can never tell these days”. He carried on.

There was a moment of awkward silence, I went to break it before he cut in. “Right that should do it. Better test it”

I thought he was going to just flush it and call it a day. But he stood up, pulled his jeans down and sat on the toilet. I was shocked, embarrassed I went to leave.

“Sit back down, fag”

I sat. Stunned to silence.

“I would have just gone home. But now I think I’ll have some fun”

Ppppprrrppp. A fart echoed in the toilet.

“I thought it was weird you were hovering about. But makes sense now, you were perving on me”

Pppppppbbbbttt.

“Ah, been holding this in since lunch. How does it smell?”

I just stared in silence.

“Come kneel in front of me. Like a king on his thrown”

Dropping down to the floor I knelt and crawled over. Just as the first shit hit the toilet. He laughed and opened his legs. “That’s it, get a good smell”. He ruffled my hair like a dog, then guided my face closer. Inches from the bowl another fart sputtered out followed by another splash.

Having finished pissing he pulled his cock out and held it expectantly. I took it on my mouth and could taste the sour piss on his tip. I sucked him off, as his cock engorged in my mouth he leant back and relaxed. The silence only broken by the odd slurp and another fart echoing in the bowl.

My eyes watered, both from the smell and from his cock being rammed down my throat. Finally he held me down as his built up cum exploded in my mouth, I struggled to swallow before it was filled again. I released his cock and sat back, hoping he’d leave.

So this story stars two of my favorite people on Tumblr right now. If you’ve read my blog then you have to know about @majorbombsinyourface​. You’re probably well acquainted with that hot guy who’s adopted me as his little brother. The other person is my friend @dch33100. He’s been giving me a lot of inspiration lately and I think he deserved to have a chance to suffer under Major Bombs. Hope you all enjoy :)

You’ve been working at the Platinum Gym now for a few months. Gotten to the know the regulars pretty well. Most people were normal members, but there was one guy who kept coming in. Mike would come in every other day and he had a Platinum Membership, the one that gave him access to the secret room behind the locker room.  Whenever he came in you were always on edge. Something about him just made you feel that he’d definitely pin you down and force you to worship his ass.

It’s not like you’ve exchanged many words with him, but he does always make it a point to give you this sadistic grin whenever he finishes his workout and he heads to the locker room. Xander has a camera feed for that room that you’re able to access at the front desk. Just in case things get out of hand in there. You’ve seen him go in too many times to count and force an unwilling slave into his farting ass.

One day Xander gave you disk to watch when you get home, you weren’t too sure what it was but he said everyone had to watch it for training purposes. When you put the disk into your laptop immediately the video of the camera feed comes up. The sound picks up and you hear begging coming from all the stalls to be released.  

You see your friend Chance there trying to get out of the binds that are holding you down. You never realized that he was one of the slaves being held in the Platinum Room. You keep watching as random guys come into the special room and take a piss on other slaves or sit their asses down so the only thing you’re seeing is the slaves torso.

Then Mike walks in. He struts into the room and examines all of the slaves in the room before eyeing Chance. He begins to approach the tied-up slut. “I saw you staring at my ass. You see something you want?” The tied-up man was shaking his head no back and forth. You watch as your friend gets his hair pulled and forced into the sweaty man’s ass.

You can hear the slave begging to be let go but it doesn’t seem like the man was listening. He kept wiping his ass all over the tied slave’s face. Then that was when you heard the sound.

PFFFFBRBRBBRRBTTTTT

The slave cries out in horror as he’s forced to inhale the disgusting fart. “I’m going to have fun breaking you.” The camera picks up and another fart this time not as loud, but the slave has the same reaction. “Imagine what this is going to be like once the shorts are gone.” You didn’t realize it but he was still wearing his shorts giving a little bit of a filter for the slave.

PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT PFFFBRBR PFFFFFFTTTT

You can hear the screams of pure terror coming out of your friend but you couldn’t help the way you’re starting to chub up in your boxers. Then it happens, he pulls down his shorts to show off his hairy ass. A three leaf clover on his cheek with writing underneath that you can’t quite make out. You just know that it’s so much worse now for your friend.  

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

The screams get louder and you wonder how such screams like that can’t be heard from the other patrons of the gym. Mike is getting so into it letting this slave bitch his all and ruining the poor fuckers face. You just know that when Rex has to clean the slaves he’s going to be smelling Mike bombs.

Mindlessly, you’re stroking your hard cock as you watch Chance suffer. There’s no way, you would survive such an encounter with Mike, but it makes your mind wander. What would it be like to be trapped under that ass?

PFFFFFFFBRBRRTTTTT PBRBRBRBRBT

You watch as Mike pulls himself away from Chance momentarily. The slave is coughing hard and he looks up to Mike. “Is that all you got bitch.” Chance strains out as he glares at Mike. You just know this is not going to go well.  

Mike pulls his shorts off completely and walks bare assed in front of Chance again. Mike gives this cocky ass grin that even the camera picks up. “I’m not done with you. We’re just getting started. Once I’m done, you’ll be fully wrecked.” He pulls the slave’s hair back so it’s facing upwards and Mike takes a seat. “You make a good chair, might need to bring you home after this.”

PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTBRBRBR

“Love how your nose is pressed against my hole. Making sure you get ever piece of me down your lungs.” You’re not even there and your mind is being wrecked. You can’t stop pumping your dick quickly to Mike.

PBRBRBRBRP PFFFTTTT PBRRBRBR PFTTTTTT

All these disgusting and wet sound farts keep being punched down Chance’s nose and you can hear the screaming die down to just whining. It would seem as he’s getting tired. He’s not even fighting against his chains as we originally was. Mike is just making a show out of it; gyrating his hips so Chance’s face is absorbing all of Mike’s ass sweat.

You start to blow your load in your boxers at the same exact time Mike releases the most deadly fart you’ve ever heard.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT PFBBBBRRBRBBRRR PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT

You somehow manage to shoot through your boxers and you feel the fresh cum leaking down the front of your clothes. Chance is making any more noise and it doesn’t look like he’s moving either. Mike gets up from his face and turns to look at him.

“I told you I’d ruin you.” He just laughs as he pulls his shorts back on and walks back into the normal locker room.

A sick part of you is really upset you didn’t get to work that day to clean the slaves. You would’ve loved to smell Chance in the moment. At the same time, you glad it wasn’t you that had to endure Mike.

Arriving at Their campsite, The young Men found me, tied up and laying flat on my back, with the words “TOILET FAG” written on my forehead in permanent black ink - crude arrows directing Their attention to my mouth.

He’d watched as His other Brothers availing Themselves of my services - taking turns individually, or joining as groups of two and three, to relieve Themselves down my throat.

They all laughed as They drained Their bladders - hot, golden piss filling my mouth as I struggled to keep pace and gulp it all down.

Some missed the mark - whether by accident or on purpose - and I was soaked and stinking of Their piss within the first hour.

Now it was His turn and I marveled at the delight this young Alpha took at watching me swallow every last drop of His piss. He asked me if it tasted good; His tone was menacing and He was clearly disappointed when I gave a heartfelt “yes Sir, it tastes amazing! Thank You!”

Hours later, He reappeared and, dropping His shorts, squatted over me and barked, “let’s see if you think this tastes good too…”

His asshole hovered just above my mouth and I stretched out my tongue to lick His pucker - barely grazing it. I felt a sharp sting and my ears rang as He quickly pummeled my head “no tongue, faggot - I’m not your fucking boyfriend…no open up…”

I obeyed and hoped He hadn’t noticed my worthless erection through the ropes across my jeans.

I watched as His pucker grew outward, like a volcano’s peak, and awaited the eruption with a mixture of fear, excitement, and hunger.

“PPPPPppppffff!”

He let rip a loud fart; feeling its moist heat blowing against my face, I inhaled deeply - hoping it might help me to acclimate to my role as a full-service toilet more quickly. Being a faggot, I found the stink of His fart intoxicating, even though it smelled awful. I could taste it in my mouth, but I wasn’t regretting my invitation to this camping trip - far from it!

He let out a few more ripe farts before the main event finally began.

It was thick and solid as it grew like a tail from His asshole the first log landed squarely in my mouth, but the second and last hit my nose and chin before I could navigate them down my throat as well. I chewed greedily - suppressing my gag reflex - and proudly dined on His dump load.

He watched through His legs in amazement and disgust as each of His logs vanished down my throat. “Fuck, you’re a sick little faggot. That’s truly gross. You’re gonna be sick…”

I nodded, “Yes Sir, that may be true, but if it pleases You and the Others, it is my privilege to serve. Would You like me to lick Your hole clean? I don’t see any toilet paper.”

The Wolf Pack: Repercussions

"Yes yes, I promise I will be home soon, I am leaving work now babe!" You hang up the phone and rush out of the office as soon as the clock hits 5. Today was the first spot of good weather in weeks so you had cycled to work and planned to cycle back. If only you weren't in such a rush. "Fuck...fuck!" You groan, getting off the pavement after hitting a hole and falling over. You bicycle ran on and scratched against a blue jeep with a customized number plate reading "6Stiles9". Still in a hurry home you get back on your bicycle and rush home since the owner wasn't around. Unfortunately you hadn't accounted for the owners boyfriend being a werewolf that happened to walk around the corner behind you as you set off again. Just as you approach your apartment you are snatched up by a tall, beefy, hairy beast of a man and injected with sedative.

....A few hours of facesitting torture later....

"What are you sorry for?" The older hunk from roars above. Even after hours of him training you to behave, you try moving your head to the side to escape the stinking ass but are restricted by his shoes at either side. "I'm sorry for scratching Stiles' Jeep!" You answer into his clothed crack. "Good pup!" He grunts and farts onto your nose. You might have been here an hour, but the stench of Derek's farts hadn't gotten any less. The sound of an evil laugh fills the bedroom as he feels you coughing on his fart, your legs twitching and pushing the duvet off the edge. Derek leans slightly off, barely half an inch to give you hope. "Nah I don't think so!" He laughs hysterically as he just lets his ass lower again, accompanied by another wet fart. "If I strip my underwear off, I want you to kiss my hole and thank Daddy Derek. Then maybe I'll let you leave you little shit! Thumbs up if you understand!" Moments later, you stop struggling on his lingering gas and put your thumb up.

The weight is removed from your face and fresh air rushed in to your gasping face. Yet you don't have long to recover as he quickly slips his waistband around his cheeks and sits on your face again. Its hairy, sweaty, and sticky. The stench is ten times worse than before so you decide to just suck up your disgust and kiss his hairy pucker. You feel it pulsing as you put your lips on it, almost teasing you with its movements. "What else must you do?" You hear from above as Derek lifts his hips a tiny amount. "Thank you Der....Daddy Derek!" You barely finish the sentence before his hole slams down onto your open mouth and unleashes its gasses down your throat. Your struggle is fast and futile, fists banging the matress as your feet tear at the sheets. All the while Derek simply gyrates his hips, cheeks smothering you as his hole rests on your nose.

Of course, as a fsggot, I always appreciate the opportunity to rim a Man’s ass and have even purchased a rim chair to provide Men greater comfort.

A few years ago an Alpha I serve, worship, and obey regularly swing by my place early one morning. He told me to strip naked and take my position under the rim chair. Of course, I obeyed.

When He arrived He wasted no time and took a seat on the chair. I dutifully began tonguing, licking, and sucking on His hairy ass pucker. As always, it tasted amazing and I reveled in the sweaty, musky ripeness of His ass.

Without any warning, He let ripe a loud fart. I felt the warm, moist gas against my lips, nose, and face. It was pungent and smelled of shit. I gagged briefly and then quickly returned to my rimming of His hole.

It was not the first time I’d had a Man share His farts - most often when blowing Them - but this was the first time I’d received a fart directly in my face. Still, I knew my purpose and wouldn’t let errant flatulence deter me.

About a minute later, as I was sucking on His hole, He again farted - this time, directly into my mouth. I gagged again and began to pull away when He said, “stay there faggot. I want you to learn to love my farts. I want you to crave them. So, get your lips wrapped around my hole like a good faggot.”

I was nervous and uncertain, but I knew He was right and again resumed servicing His asshole. Moments later He farted again directly into my mouth and barked, “taste it faggot. Hold it in and swallow my stink!”

I was struggling not to gag as tears rolled down my cheeks. I swallowed and then immediately belched - surprised that my burp smelled of His ass (of course it would having just swallowed His ass gas). He rubbed my chest and said “good faggot”.

I was disgusted and ashamed that I had been reduced to this - to sucking farts from a Man’s ass - but also loved that my doing so was pleasing to Him and that He enjoyed my degradation. I knew the day would come when I’d be commanded to step over every “red line” I told myself I’d never cross and, now that I’d crossed this line, I felt relief and appreciation for the opportunity.

But, that wasn’t the only line I would cross that morning. He farted on my mouth and face a few more times and, seeing that I now had acclimated to the smell and taste of His ass gas, He informed me what would happen next.

“You’re my favorite faggot, you know that, don’t you?”

I nodded agreement and smiled. “Good, because I think it’s time for you to assume a new role for Me. Younger the first time you drank my piss? You remember how you struggled at first?”

I again nodded. “But now you love the taste of my piss, don’t you? You beg for it, don’t you, faggot?” I nodded and answered “Yes Sir.”

“And now you’re learning to love my farts too, aren’t you?” I again nodded, this time a bit sheepishly.

“Good. Now let me ask you a question, faggot: where else do I and other Men typically piss and fart?”

I thought for a moment before answering, “in the toilet, Sir?” He nodded approvingly, “that’s right faggot, that’s right. Now, what else do I and other Men do in the toilet?”

I knew immediately the answer He wanted and I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest and my stomach began doing back flips - answering nervously, “pooping, Sir?”

He smiled and rounded my chest again, “that’s correct, faggot, and I think it’s time for you to fulfill your purpose as my full-service toilet faggot. It’s time for you to feed on my recycled food just like you thrive on my recycled beer. Can you do that for me faggot? Can you prove to me your devotion and obedience to me?”

More than anything I wanted to say, “fuck no! That’s disgusting, not to mention dangerous and unhealthy!”, but I knew what I was and had long ago accepted that what wanted never mattered - that the only thing that mattered was my service, worship, and obedience to Men. I swallowed hard - the taste of ass still in my throat - and answered, “Yes Sir. Thank You, Sir.”

“Good faggot, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint Me.” He adjusted His position on the chair and ordered, “start tonguing my hole, faggot. I’ll go slowly, but when it starts coming out, I want you to keep your mouth wide open.” I obeyed and began licking His ass - probing His hole with my tongue as He began to push.

Soon I felt something firm and clay-like on the tip of my tongue - I knew what it was and struggled again to prevent myself from gagging. As I continued to dig my tongue deep I felt the firm nugget advancing.

By now I could taste it - it was bitter but surprisingly bland. Within a couple of minutes the nugget was ready to breach His sphincter and I dud as instructed - opening wide my mouth in anticipation of my first feed. He grunted and I saw His pucker push out as a solid, dark brown nugget snaked its way to my open mouth.

I started this post by noting moments in my development as a faggot when I fully understand just how much of a faggot I really am.

This was one of these moments.

I watched it happen and did nothing to prevent it. I unquestioningly laid there with my mouth agape as a Man used me as a toilet. Moreover, as soon as it landed in my mouth my worthless fag dick became rock hard.

It was my erection that proved my faggotry.

………

'hehe, sorry little man, were having too much fun'

i was trapped, there was no way to escape, his powerful sweaty body blocked my exit, staring down at me with an evil grin as i lay helplessly in the cramped the locker. his cock and balls dangling right in my face.

it was only my first day too... i guess it was some kind of hazing, they were rough guys at this rugby club. i should have known what i was getting into... they acted friendly at first, but then they tricked me into getting in this locker and then trapped me inside. whooping laughter echoed throughout the changing room, as well as manly belches and terrifyingly powerful farts.

he turned around again and let rip into the confined space, jiggling his fat sweaty arse up and down and shaking them out right at me while laughing at my torment. i was sprayed with buttsweat as the fresh wave of hot smelly wind burned my nostrils and my ears began to ring from the sound

'tell you what...' he reached back and grabbed his cheeks so it looked like his ass was talking. 'give me a niceee big sloppy kiss, on the lips, and ill let you go' he spread his hefty cheeks revealing a puckered pink hole surrounded by a dense ringlet of black hair.

'you cant be serious...' i said.

'deadly serious' the ass replied 'but not at all silent!'

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFPPPT!

id been in there for hours by this point, subjected to the farts of almost the whole club, i felt dizzy and i just wanted it to end.

'just one nice big sloppy kiss' the hairy pink donut winked at me again

'with tongue!' shouted some guy i couldnt see

'yeah haha... with tongue' he said, thoughtfully 'je suis un... how you say? romantique' he made his ass say to me in a sultry french accen before cutting another beefy frarp at me.

oh god... was i really going to do this? i couldnt see any other way out. i crept forwards towards the steaming jungle of his crack and pressed my lips against his pucker

'HAHAHAHA! oh my days, hes actually doing it!' he suddenly rammed his ass backwards, slamming my head against the back of the locker while farting directly on me, rubbing his sweaty backside up and down. i could feel the vibrations popping against my skin.

'still not feeling any tongue...'

defeated, i let my tongue hang out and brush against his anus as he ground his butt all over my face. it tasted like ass, theres nothing else to say, salty, grimy, ripe rugbyplayer ass.

'cmon, show some enthusiasm'

i began tonguing him more frantically

'haha, yeah, thats the stuff. hey, joe! get over here, hes actually eating my butthole!'

i heard loud heavy footsteps walk across the room. joe the giant he was called, he was famous. he grinned down at me, then dropped his towel.