Alvrik

Stinkverse Wrestling : Pulled into submission

Dirty Desires : Like father Like son?

Shatterstone College : Two types of seat

Mark was already salivating at the sight above him. Nuclear Nathan was back on campus after two years away, and decided to have his return ceremony the same as his leaving ceremony, gassing Mark. "Remember last time boy? You really surprised me by taking three of my farts. You think you can do the same today?" Nathans voice fills the room as he stands above Mark, sweat dripping from his bare ass. "Yes Nathan!" Mark replies softly, as he is hypnotically locked onto the descending cheeks of destruction. A small moan escapes his lips before he is completely consumed and silenced by Nathans doughy flesh prison. The heat surrounds Mark quickly like the ass was a predator. As if programmed to a tee, Nathan's cheeks touch the cushion underneath, Mark's nose grazes Nathan's hole and his nostrils are pushed against it, then a fart roars out immediately. "Ugh....that was a big start!" Nathan chuckles as he feels Mark shake and gag at the deep sewage smell. Yet his hands come up not to push Nathan off, instead wrapping around his waist and suffocating himself. "Such an eager sniffer! You might be my favorite ever!" Nathan laughs at Mark's willingness to suffer. Mark feels Nathan tense, hearing some muffled grunts from the man and then rumbling in the gut above him. Then another fart blasts into his nostrils. Being bigger and stinkier than the last, Mark struggles more, barely able to huff weakly against Nathan's hole and his arms weakly slip from the mans waist to fall limp on the floor before the fart even finishes. Nathan stays put for a minute, cheeks so tight around Mark's face that he can feel the weak flares of his seats nostrils. Finally he lifts slowly off and lets the lingering stench to disperse. Marks eyes are shut, but his nose is still twitching. "Want a final Nuke boy?" Nathan taunts, slapping Mark's leaking boner. "End me Nathan!" Mark replies in barely a whisper, eyes still shut and face destroyed. Nathan slams back down and delivers a fifteen second nuclear fart that puts Mark to sleep and makes him blow his load.

The Stinkverse Crossovers : Mark Lee's fall from grace

*Please read context in purple text at the bottom:)

"Wait....you can't do this....don't you know who I am?" The persistent complaining and pleads echo through the hallways on the Kink Resort as Sergant Kim and Kenji drag Mark Lee on his knees from the VIP suite all the way to the Sauna area. "Oh we know who you are! 'Mark The Melter', gassed a bunch of subs over the last year. But you messed up when you wore that t-shirt...an embarrassment to yourself and all idols!" Kenji kicks the Sauna door open and Mark is dragged in on his knees, held near the edge of the tub before he raises his head to see who was currently inside.

"Wo...Wonho...please you need to help me!" Mark continues with his pointless pleading as Wonho glides over in his soaking wet skin tight speedo. "There's no help for you now Marky, only punishment and correction!" Wonho speaks in a low tone that echoes in the small humid space. Marks eyes widen in horror as the titan turns around to bring his monstrous ass cheeks in line with his face, Kenji and Kim keeping his twitching arms in place. "Won..." Mark's face is shoved forward with momentum, crushing his nose against the wet speedo and into the soft doughy cheeks. His words get muffled and before he can annoy the men any further a stream of gas bursts out. Wonho grunts, Kenji takes shallow breathes, Kim tries to hide his coughs, and Mark's body convulses at the deep meaty scent. While another fart streams out of Wonho, he lowers his ass below the surface of the water. "Welcome to your new life Mark!" The three doms say in unison, Mark's tearing and gagging face shoved below the water and against Wonho's gassy cheeks until he passes out.

1 week later...

"Yeah....tap for air! You are adjusting quite quickly to your new role on the resort! As a fellow canadian you should have known not to wear that fuck ass shirt, so this is the inly life for you now!" Jake rises slightly off Mark's face but before the disgraced K-pop idol could even get a breathe in the ass crashes back down. "Patience seat! 3....2....1....and inhale!" Mark expects fresh air, but instead his deep inhale is met with an eggy wet fart through Jake's orange underwear before the man finally stands up. Mark lays gasping on the luxurious silk sheets of one of The Kink Resorts high end rooms. "No...more please...I need a break!" Mark gasps, half his inhales being oxygen while the other half still stinks of egg. "Did you ever give a seat a break?" Jake smirks down before letting his knees buckle and his ass crashes down onto Mark's nose with an eggy double burst of gas. "Such a handsome face making for such a comfortable seat." The words tease at Mark's pride while his lungs heave for air and his fists grip the sheets tightly through the hellish session as a seat.

Another week later...

Mark's eyes are filled with tears, skin sore and red, and nose filled with the most vile scents knowm to man. Even now as part of him still urged to escape, he couldn't. His head lay on a thick green leather chair, wrists strapped to the sides to prevent escape, forcing him to stay put. It was time for the grand finale of his torture, securing him as a sub on the resort for the foreseeable future. One sweaty foot stepped on one side of his body, then the other took its place. Looking up Mark's entire vision is engulfed by the two heavy looking boulders of CEO Kai's superior asian ass cheeks. "Mark....such a fall from grace you have had! But through servitude you may find new purpose and life. I had a look through my file on you and thought this would make for the perfect finale to your two weeks of torturous induction to sub life!" A taunting chuckle fills the room and Mark watches Kai reach to the side of the chair and pull up a weighted blanket. "Time to become Mark the Melted!"

Mark opens his mouth, to protest or scream or beg, even he isn't sure anymore. It is immediately slammed shut by the meaty flaps of ass, Kai's cheeks landing perfectly onto his new seats face, hole lining half an inch off Mark's nose and immediately releasing a burst of toxic gas. Too busy from trying not to pass out from stench, Mark doesn't feel the weighted blanket cover over his entire body and around his head. Even when he eventually does realize it, he can't fight back, face melting with the building heat and cloud of gas from Kai's endless farts. He has become a victim of his own torture method, a melted mess of a man forced to weakly inhale a superior man's stinking gas until he caves and kisses Kai's hole for forgiveness.

Dirty Desires: Change of destination

"You're joking right? This place is a joke!" You complain at the check in area, having been stuck in traffic, then held up in a car crash, causing you to now be late for your flight. Walking away from the desk you open your phone, loading up tumblr to read a quick fic from your favourite writer. As you make your way towards the seating area you knock into a TSA officer. "So...sorry man." The words fall on death ears as he bends over to pick up your phone off the ground. Your eyes shoot to his rear, two massive ballons engulfing his blue trousers. Too busy staring, you forget the phone he is picking up currently is still open and has a fic loaded. As he turns to face you his friendly smile turns to a seductive grin. "I'm going to have to take you to the inspection room...," He walks over and puts his lip against your ear, "...bootylover69"

He guides you to the "inspection room" and opens the door before pushing you in and rushing in. You look around as he closes and locks the door. "This isn't and inspection room!" You try protesting before he quickly hands you your phone. "So buttlover69....you want my ass? On your face?" Turning around, he pushes his ass out towards you, making you stumble back against the wall in the small utility closet. Its too big to resist, the ass of your dreams in real life. "I....I..." You can't speak, stunned by him not only discovering your fantasy but then being the perfect person to carry it out. Instead of finishing your thoughts and sentence you reach out with both arms and pull him back to consume your face in the navy uniform pants. At first you try not to moan, but they start slipping out as you are in heaven. "Don't worry, my cheeks will muffle all your little weak moans!" He laughs with a shimmy to shake your face. Finally his first fart slips out. "Fu...that has been trapped all day." Slowly he leans forward to look back with slight concern, not sure if farts were your thing. You weakly give a grin and a thumbs up, "all good!" Before you can take a breath of normal air again he steps back to smother you and let loose. It doesn't take long for you to blow your load and subsequently pass out in the navy gas prison from heaven.

Stinkverse Wrestling : The BigShows 3 count

Usually to win a regular pinfall match the winner would be whoever could pin their opponent for three seconds without them breaking out. This time Bigshow had a different kind of three count in mind when facing Cody Rhodes. Long had the beast of a man wanted to perform a stinkface on the cocky arrogant wrestler, but the moment he fell weakly into the corner against the turnbuckle a more evil idea sparked in Bigshows mind.

"Once your face is deep in this dirty....unwashed....disgusting ass, count to three for me little Cody!" The audience watches in an unusual silence as they see Cody go pale before being engulfed by the descending singlet covered ass cheeks of the Big Show. The smell of weeks old sweat caked into the thin fabric burnt the superstars sinuses. The thick coarse hairs poked slightly through the fabric to rustle against his nostrils. Worst of all, the faint sound of the audience laughing seeped slightly through the sound dampening ass on his face. "ONE!!!" Big Show laughs with a sadistic smirk before the audience can see Cody start to shake and squirm. He had just been blasted by one of Big Shows signature 'Showstopper' farts. It wasn't just eggy, it was a thick sewage like air that sent the wrestling star into a panicked state of kicking and tapping. "TWO!!" Big Show laughs again with a slight grunt, pushing out a big one as the ref comes over, stopping to waft in front of his face before proceeding into the rapidly expanding gas cloud. At the center of that cloud was Cody, trying desperately to not drown and pass out in the gassy ass. "THREEEEE!!!" Big Show laughs manically, looking almost crazy to the cheering crowd as he feels the high pressure gas ripple against his victims face.

Dirty Desires : Dumbification

Dirty Desires : A Silent Place

The heat was intense as you lay on the floor with your face sank in between the two leather couch cushions. They muffled most of the sound but you could still hear the ceiling fan as you watched it spin around and around, trying to distract yourself as your boyfriend spoke with Steven. A few minutes pass by before you hear the door lock, followed by Steven walking over to you. He plants one meaty foot on either side of your laying body, facing the TV as he loaded up Call of Duty before looking down over his shoulder at you.

"I don't know what you did to your boyfriend to piss him off so much but I've been ordered to smother you to my full ability! You understand?" He laughs, watching as you process the cheer size of his ass cheeks. "Yes I do." You respond as you turn bright red from embarrassment. "Try again seat, I'm Sir Steven to you now!" He slowly squats down into a seated position. The heat radiating from his ass causes you to immediately break out in a massive sweat, while the stink made it impossible not to gag. "Yes Sir Steven, I understand." With you accepting your place he takes his place. Your face is immediately plunged into darkness and squashed against the doughy cheeks. Steven goes on call with his friends who are none the wiser to what he was sitting on. Just as you find a rythem to breathe, a wet fart slips out. Your groans and cries are powerful and loud enough to tickle Stevens hole and turn him on, but the size and fat of his ass result in silence falling upon his ears.

Too bad you had to go ignoring your boyfriends calls repeatedly.

Shatterstone College : Forming alliances

Ricky stood outside in the warm summer rain under the porch light awaiting for someone to answer the door and let him in. His task was simple. Get Hunter and the rather small yet impactful group of gamers on campus to align with his dad Mr Rankin if there was a power grab for Principal in the future. While Ricky and his dad assumed it would be simple, Ricky would soon come to discover nothing in college politics truly is. The lock and handle clink as Hunter opens it from the inside. "C'mon in man!" Hunter says in his deep shiver inducing voice while smiling at Ricky.

"So you want me, and by proxy, the gaming club to side with your dad over Coach O'Brien? I don't know man. That would mean going against the wrestling team, maybe even the fraternity! And hell we don't even know if Principal Stone is stepping down" Hunter says, sounding less than convinced but with a look on his face that hints he has a plan forming. "Please Hunter, I wouldn't be asking if it weren't important to my dad. I can't let him down on this! How can I convince you? We will do anything...I will do anything!" Ricky pleads, always having a need to please his dad. Hunter hums for a moment, looking at the black leather couch he often sat on to play some Marvel Rivals or League of Legends on. Then he reaches around to rub his ass in the pink shorts he wore for running earlier, bringing his hand to his nose and sniffing. "Fuuuck I need to wash before I sit on my freshly cleaned couch.....or...." He trails off, staring at Ricky deep in his eyes as he hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pulls down the pink shorts and white underwear to free his black beast of a butt. "Or maybe Mr Rankins son can cushion me during my gaming session tonight? Who knows what I'd agree to if I can relax while I game without worrying about stinking up the couch?" Hunter gives a knowing smirk, teasing Ricky and pulling one of his cheeks to the side. "What you say Ricky? Ready to see if you can earn your dad, sorry Mr Rankin I should say, my support?"

Ricky had been having fun using his lactose farts on many willing subs on campus, but never imagined being under another ass. Yet his memory reminds him of why he was here, to get support for his dad as Principal. He makes his way over to infront of the couch and sits down in front of it, slowly laying his head back onto the cushion to look up at Hunter. "Hu...hunter....go easy please?" Ricky chuckles with a playful smile looking. Hunter turns his head to look down over his shoulder with a similar smile adding to the playful tension in the room. "Oh Ricky....my ass didn't get named the headhunter for no reason....good luck though!" Even with the sinister words there is a playfulness in the depth of his voice. The ass cheeks descend with speed and Ricky feels his face get shut off from the world as his own world is now a heated and humid darkness. The black cheeks wrap effortlessly around Ricky's head and meet the black leather of the couch as Hunter grabs his Xbox controller and headset, booting up Marvel Rivals and starting to chat to his friends for the hour long gaming session.

As the damp ass hairs tickle Ricky's nose the stench make this eyes water. He'd never been a seat before, reduced to an object like this. Mentally he was confused as he had long enjoyed sitting on and farting on other people's faces, thinking of himself as superior, as another Rankin dom, but now he was nose deep in ass. Panicking and wanting out, he taps on Hunters thighs, trying to escape not just the stench, but the thoughts that came with it. After a few minutes of tapping Hunter rises and light blinds Ricky. "I'm gaming seat! Take my ass and deal with it! Interrupt me again and be punished!" Before Ricky can fully adjust to the light and open his eyes, Hunter crashes down and lets a hot stream of gas out. "Yeah guys just another random guy I got to take my farts while I game!" Hunter laughs over the mic as Ricky is left dealing with the aftermath of the drop, air being forced from his lungs and Hunters gas now seeping in. With atleast an hour of this to go Ricky was forced to either suck it up and sniff mindlessly until Hunter lifted off, or acknowledge that some of his panic came from the fact he was rock hard from Hunters ass and trying to resist the urge to give in. His hands rise up to the meaty thighs, not sure if he is going to push or start massaging. Instead of thinking too much, Ricky lets his body go on autopilot and decide for him.

Fictional Fantasies : Steve's birthday gift

"Fu...fuck yes...that's the spot!" He moans just as you adjust your tongue. It was the loudest you had heard him moan before so clealry you were doing something right. You try to pull back, the cream of your birthday cake blocking your eyes a little. "Where you going?" He lets out in a weak lust filled voice as his hand comes around to grip the back of your head and hold you in place. "You ordered a big cream birthday cake so eat it all up!" Steve forces you to venture deeper into his hairy hole, switching the focus from just your pleasure to also focus on his.

Dirty Desires : Gassy Gamble

"Listen up pledge! This is your final test to decide your future in the Fraternity. Normally it would be a simple ceremony and that would be you in. But since you went out a few weeks ago and drunkenly gambled your assigned frat brothers money away, he thought there should be consequences. One of us just spent the last week on a higher than healthy protein and fibre diet. Eight eggs a day, fibre bar at each meal, that kind of stuff. The other has had a clean diet with barely any gassy foods. You must choose to put your face in one of our asses to worship for the next couple of hours while being held in place by the other if needed. Its a 50/50 chance of being gassed into a deep sleep or having an easy clean ass takeout session. But hey, you are a gambling man! So get to betting!"

Dirty Desires : "Welcome to the Family"

The sight made you hard against your will as you kneeled down on the floor. The ass of your lifelong best friend since highschool always had that effect, but now it was with devious intent. "You always told me that the day I married your sister would be the day I was 'officially' part of the family that you considered me apart of for so long. Well I know you have always salivated at the sight of my meaty butt. And a fact I kept hidden from you is that my brothers only respect me due to me gassing them out with this beast! Since you are a brother to me now, and you owe me a wedding gift, how about you finally put your face where it belongs buddy!" His calm tone of voice contrasting his devious grin made it all the more hot as you shuffled over and place your face into his massive mounds of ass.

Dirty Desires : Hypnotic Hasan

"Do you want to put your face against my ass?"

"I do!"

"Do you want to sniff my ass?"

"I do!"

"Do you want to taste my ass?"

"I do!"

"And do you want to sniff my farts?"

"I do!"

Hotter...sexier...stinkier!!! As a wise icon once said, "summer isn't over yet!" SummerOfStink Part 2 brings more ass, more doms, and more reason to goon. Let your worries melt away as you enter the stinkverse to read some of my favourite posts I've written for another 5 weeks of constant content from July 27th -> August 31st.

Below are the current schedules for weeks 6-9. These are pretty solidified but if anything changes over the coming week on my break and I decide to restructure, then I will update them. Week 10 schedule will be posted at the end of week 9 :)

The Kink Resort : Welcome to Gwonsè

*This was originally written March of last year then scraped, but I decided to refresh it a little as an introduction to the Island to give context of how you got there :)*

It has been only 4 days since you got the luxurious invitation to the mysterious Gwonsè island from the renowned business man Kenji Saito. You wondered why you were invited, simply a reporter for a small local business magazine that had published a few pieces on celebrities and even Kenjis Boss. Yet you didn't need an answer, this was Mr Saito after all. The legendary second in command to CEO Kai, one of the richest and youngest CEOs in the world. So if Kenji had an entire Island to unveil, it had to be something massive that could potentially work in advancing your career.

You opted for a small boat ride to the island, taking a f9ur to five hours, but being more relaxing and refreshing. By the time you got to the docks it was 9pm, pitch black and a little breezy. Yet the island already looked incredible, purple, pink, and green lights lighting up the surrounding forestry parts, and the tall golden and white penthouse buildings in the distance lit up like beacons to attract all the guests. You slowly make your way to the centre of the island, the paths perfectly shaped and decorated as you took pictures to document the evening. After a nice fifteen minute walk you see the gate to the main area, already crowded and busy with other invited reporters and guests from various professions.

"You here for Mr Saito's launch event?" The gaurd asks you, beefy and clearly much stronger than 99% of people here. "Yes, got my invite right here!" You excitedly give the invite card and provide your name. "All looks good to me, head to the left." You follow the instructions and head left to the packed pool area grabbing a glass of presseco on your walk around. The diverse range of guests surprises you. There are massive bodybuilder like guys, average business men, other reporters, older guys, middle aged, younger, and also skinner guys. Then it clicks, it's all guys here, not a single woman. You, look over to try get a glimpse of the right hand side and see it's entirely woman. Such a strange set-up, but you didn't have time to address your thoughts as Kenji walks to the stage like area in a luxurious white suit with golden detailing, spotlights swivelling to highlight him as the crowd goes silent and only the cool breeze makes noise.

*Quick intro preview of the mega length Wonho commission going on sale this weekend once edited. The reader is Wonho's personal assistant on tour but quickly starts Idolizing the massive Titan and gets kinky thoughts. These quickly get amplified by sharing a room with Wonho to cut costs. However, when Wonho discovers the readers desires he does not immediately confront them head on, instead playfully teasing them into confessing. Will they end uo being able to handle the titan?*

The crowd outside is deafening and the stage crew is panicking around to close everything down before curfew. As you are walking to the exit Wonho meets up with you and starts to walk alongside you, drenched in sweat and exhausted. "Another successful show right?" He asks you, panting a little. You bring the towel up to his face to dry him off a little. "Yeah another crowd satisfied!" You laugh, the two of your exiting the back of the arena and getting into the car to head to the hotel.

Finally you swipe the keycard and walk in through the door to the decently sized, midrange hotel room you shared with Wonho. You walk past the door to the ensuite on the right and sit down on your bed on the left of the room as Wonho walks over to his and stands facing away from you to sort out the clothes on his bed for tomorrow morning. After weeks of resisting temptation, you look over at his ass. For a few minutes you can do nothing but analyse his ass. The shape of each cheek looking like his shorts were stuffed with padding to make perfect round boulders. The fact each cheek seemed like a good 15 inches wide. Then there was the shadow under each that showed the volume of each. Then you started to get flashbacks to the dream from last week where he treated you like a seat after a long show, telling you that it was your job to him comfortable. While hot, and something you wish could happen, you knew he was too kind for that, or so you thought. You slowly got harder and harder until you had to look away. "You okay if I just sleep in my boxers tonight and no duvet? It's boiling in here!" He asks, too hot to be covered, but still wanting to respect his assistants comfort and boundaries.

"Oh, yeah, of course! That sounds like a good idea, it really is hellish in here tonight," you say, trying desperately to keep your voice from cracking as you stare at the floor to avoid looking back at his massive, muscular silhouette. You shift uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, feeling the heat rising in your own body as you struggle to regain your composure. "I don't mind at all, really. I actually might do the same, just a thin sheet is plenty." You take a deep breath, attempting to focus on the itinerary in your lap rather than the physical presence you Idolized just a few feet away.

Wonho hums in agreement, seemingly oblivious to your internal struggle as he pulls his shirt over his head. The movement causes his muscles to ripple and flex, the tan skin of his back glistening under the dim hotel lighting. "Good, good. We need our rest if we're going to kill it in Tokyo tomorrow," he says, his voice deep and soothing. He turns around, and for a split second, you catch the view of his incredibly narrow waist tapering down into those massive, powerful hips before he grabs a pair of loose lounge shorts.

As he moves around the room, the scent of his post show sweat begins to fill the small space with a heady, masculine mix of expensive cologne, salt, and the raw, musky aroma of a man who has just spent two hours performing under intense lights. It’s an intoxicating smell that makes your head swim even though he has become numb to it. He hops onto his bed, the mattress dipping significantly under his weight, and stretches his long, muscular limbs.

"Man, my glutes are absolutely killing me after that choreography," he groans, reaching back to massage the thick muscle of his thigh, right where it meets his seat. He glances over at you, a playful, warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You look a little flushed, Jo. Are you feeling alright? Or is the heat finally getting to you?" He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with a kindness that makes your heart race even faster.

"I'm fine, really! Just... a bit tired," you stammer, forcing a laugh that sounds a little too high pitched even to your own ears. You keep your eyes glued to the itinerary, though the words are starting to blur as your mind drifts back to the thoughts or him, how his ass is the best you've ever seen, and how heavenly his weight suffocating you could be.

Wonho doesn't seem convinced, but he doesn't push. He rolls onto his side, facing you, his massive arm acting as a pillow. The movement causes his lounge shorts to ride up slightly, exposing the very top of his muscular thighs. "Well, don't work too hard. You're the one keeping this whole tour on track," he says warmly. He settles into the pillow, his breathing slowing as he prepares for sleep.