My face is your seat❤️‍🔥

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.

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

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

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

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

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

I had gone to bed early. Antony had made dinner but my portion was considerably smaller in size. He had joked that since I'd eaten so good on his feet and cock I must have been full. I snuck off not long after, my belly rumbling. I'd hoped to wake up first and get a good breakfast. But no luck, when I got to the kitchen Antony had beat me to it. While he was munching on a bacon sandwich, he had placed in my spot a single piece of toast with a miserly bit of butter spread over it. The toast was cold.

"Morning". You wouldn't think this was unfair by his tone. "Made you breakfast for you. I left it plain, wasn't sure if you wanted to add some jam to it". My tiny glimmer of hope faded when I saw he'd stretched his foot out under the table and was wriggling his toes.

"Oh, thank you, this is fine" and I wolfed it down. He seemed pleased I ate it, but maybe a little annoyed I hadn't jumped to service him. I really didnt want foot play to become a thing. I remembered he said he liked making guys do things they hated, to humiliate them. But he also seemed to want me to admit to liking it, maybe then he'd be able to justify doing it more that way. I didn't seem to be able to win.

Antony finished up and silently went to his desk. I was half way through my toast by then when he summoned me. "Ahem..."

I realised what he wanted. It was the new routine I had agreed to, I suppose. Without complaint I got up and went to suck his cock. I crawled in under the desk and readied myself.

"No meeting today, boy. Feel free to make as much noise as you want"

Since he wasn't on camera at all Antony had kicked off his trousers. He was sat there, legs open wide, in a old pair of boxers. They'd have been a cheap pair to start with, but now they were fraying and had become faded with years of wear and washes.

I took his soft cock out of the flap and started to slowly suck on it. Licking up and down the shaft and as close to the balls as I could get. As it thickened I started to wank him off, gently I pulled the foreskin down the head I made sure to work my tongue around it. Placing the tip in my mouth and softly sucking. It's girth widening I took more of it, trying to relax my jaw that was already starting to ache.

I'd done this enough to know how he liked it, so I made sure to go as far down as I could get. If I could satisfy him myself maybe he wouldn't be so hard, and I could spare my throat. It seemed to be enough. I made sure to get right down, his untrimmed pubes in my face again. I gagged, but held my place, knowing he wanted to hear it. As I gagged more, spluttering on his cock, I worked the shaft with my hand. Alternating hand and mouth, lapping up all the precum, I kept working.

After about 10mins, without saying anything I could feel his cock start to spasm and just in time wrapped my lips around the head in time to take in the morning load. It was several mouthfuls as always.

I cleaned up his cock and expected to be let out. But as he softened, he remained still. I went to say something but before, as if sensing, I was interrupted.

"I thought you might want to come this time. Would you like that?"

"Yes...please. But I think I need to come out and stretch"

"No, you need to stay there. You have to come appreciating my farts", and as if on cue.

Pppprrrbbbb

For the second time I instinctively pulled away so quick I hit my head on the desk.

"Woah, sounds like someone's excited down there"

"Antony please, I really don't like farts, I've been patient but it's not funn-"

With surprising speed he was bending down, his hand had found my throat and was holding it scarily tight. I could still just about breathe, his farts lingering in the air I struggled to take in, but the power was clear.

"You've been patient?! I've had to listen to you whining since you got here. I told you, I know what faggots like. And until they admit that, I enjoy watching them suffer. So you will take what I give you. Do you understand?"

I nodded as much as I could against his grip.

"Good", he let go and leant back, "and I told you, it's 'Master'"

"Yes...Master. I'm so sorry"

"That's ok, I'll forgive you this time. Now do you still want me to let you come, do you think you deserve it?"

I was scared. I didn't know what the right answer was anymore. I thought I'd best aim for the middle.

"I don't deserve it, I know I don't. But please can I. I want to so badly"

"And what do you want to come to?"

"Your farts, master. Please can I stay under here and just breathe in your gas"

"Is that really what you want?"

"Yes! It is. I want to smell your morning farts while you work"

"Well, if you insist, get started then"

I thought he was referring to me taking my cock out. But I was hit by a putrid smell and assumed he'd released a silent fart to start me off. Taking that as my cue, I pulled my own cock out and started to desperately try and get hard. The sooner I came the sooner he'd let me out, but this was disgusting.

Remembering my place, I sniffed loudly. I could hear him typing but knew he'd be listening.

He leaned to his side. Pppprrrbbbb.

*Sniff* *sniff* *snniiff*

He leaned again. Pppbb.

*Sniff* *sniff* *snniiff*

All the while I'm tugging, struggling to get more than a semi. I try to think of porn. (Pppfffttt). I think of previous men I've been with. (PPRRRRBBBBBB). I try not to think. (Pppprrrffffttt). All the while this horrendous smell infecting my brain.

I must have been trapped down there for near 30mins, rubbing myself raw. To both my relief and dismay my cock was hardening, as if it was getting used to this new stimulant. Pairing this humiliation and the stink of these rotten egg farts, to that of pleasure.

Desperate to end this I embraced it. I sniffed loudly and moaned. I thought back to all of Antony's cockiness and how that had turned me on the other day, all the times he'd made me satisfy him and how he'd dominated.

Hearing me make more noise, Antony looked under the desk again. "Oh now, someone seems to be enjoying himself! Does my little fart pig want more?"

"Yes, please, make me come"

"Ok then, come get it from the source". With that he pushed back his chair and lifted his legs up on the desk. With the legs moved I could have slipped out, escaped this stink prison. But I was too scared Antony might stop me, I didn't want him angry again. Instead I eagerly pressed my face in to his hole. After so many farts I could feel the warm damp patch on the boxers, and was thankful it was dim light so I could be ignorant to any stains there may have been.

PPPPPPPBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRR

The fart hit me full in the face. It's high pitch squeak seemed to echo for minutes, but was probably only a few seconds. I nuzzled my face against his cheeks and buried myself in the crack, and wanked hard.

Pppfffttt

Another airy one. It smelled like he was preparing for a shit. I had to come quickly. Thinking about the sexy big ass that lay behind those boxers, I kissed and I sniffed and with all effort I felt the orgasm.

Days of not coming while being teased exploded out of me. I caught the cum in my free hand, unable to support my weight I was left shuddering and gasping pressed right up in his sweaty crack. There I stayed for a moment, regaining strength.

Ppppprrrrrbbbb

With a final fart Antony rolled back the chair. Clutching my cum to not let it spill out, in case it provoked anger, I crawled out from beneath the desk. My body ached from the awkward position I'd been kept in. I felt humiliated.

"Go clean yourself up".

I happily went to leave. But as I got to the door Antony called me back. He pulled his boxers off and held them up to me. "I'm going to change my underwear, these feel a bit soiled. For today's chores start with doing the laundry. But put these in last."

via colt7875

One time your parents went away for two weeks - which meant you were left at home with your big brother, Mike. And it was hell. He was a big hockey stud and you were just a tiny wimp. So, naturally, he decided to bully the fuck out of you. First it started slow. He'd call you 'faggot' and 'bitch' and 'cunt.' Then he started slapping you around, whacking you in the nuts, and shoving your face in his rank, sweaty pits. You hated it. But you couldn't help noticing that your little fagnub kept getting hard. 

Then he started upping the ante. He started ripping ass right as he passed you. He stopped flushing after his enormous dumps. His slaps turned into punches. One day you came home and he shoved your face right into one of his smelly hockey gloves. One night you woke up to the most disgusting stench you'd ever inhaled. It was the stink of his lucky hockey jock - the one he'd worn all season. He'd put it over your face as you slept. It was beyond nasty, and you snatched it off as quick as you could. But a few seconds later you realized something. Your sheets were soaked. You'd just had a wet dream, huffing on your Alpha brother's cock and ball stink.

The next morning he storms into your room. "Who the fuck told you to take my lucky jock off your faggot face?" He gutpunches you. "Get that filthy jock back on your face. NOW," he shouts. You do it. You clamp that stinking hockey jock back across your face and you inhale the stench. You swoon. You nearly cum. And he just laughs.

Then he turns around and bends over. "Time for the final stage in your training, pig." He bends over and presents his huge ass, spread wide. It's beautiful: big glutes and that perfect puckerhole right in between.