Bratty-Booty

1 - This book has 289 pages, so you'll give me 289 devotionnal kisses on each foot before I lift them and you take it...

He speaks to you in front of his new boy, every inch better than you and proud of it, Harry. Tom is willing to let you stay a part of his life, and Harry’s now, but as their servant. You get to rub their feet, cook their dinner on date night, fold their laundry and wash his sports car. Tom says you’re a faggot and he’d never in a million years go out with a guy like you after meeting Harry, but he says you have purpose and that is to make men like them happier.

“If you accept faggot, kiss my smelly feet straight from the gym and crawl under Harry. He’s saving you some fresh cum I fucked into him before you came over and you get to slurp it out, just mind the farts while you’re down there, haha. After, you can make your famous lasagna and set it on the table with plates and silverware and see yourself out quietly. I’ll text you to come over sometime in the next few days and do our laundry”.

Several months ago I found an app called ‘Smelly love’. It’s a gay dating app for guys with a farting fetish. There’s only a couple hundred active users but I found someone who’s incredibly near. In fact he attends the same college as me.

His username is ‘Romeo Skunk’ and his profile pic is just like mine, of his midsection, from the neck down. Though, while I have a swimmer-build, he’s ripped, rocking a chiseled 8-pack.

We've been chatting daily for several months now. It all started within the first hour of me downloading the app. He slid into my DMs. 

Hot user pic. Just the kinda body I wanna rip ass on

He ended it with a mushroom cloud emoji, turning me on. And we’ve been in touch, getting closer and closer, ever since.

We’ve finally decided to meet up in my small studio apartment since he lives in a frat house. We want some privacy. It's wild we’re doing this today with it being Valentine’s day.

I nervously wait for the knock on my door. This’ll be the first time I’ve ever been farted on. 

Finally, someone knocks. I wipe the sweat off my forehead before opening the door.

I find a guy, my age, on the other side. As shown in his pic, he’s muscular. He’s wearing a backwards black cap, a white sleeveless muscle-shirt, and a pair of green basketball shorts. The guy’s also incredibly handsome.

Wait, I know him. He’s on the tennis team. I see him practicing when I walk by the tennis court to get to my class. I can't help but watch him as I walk past. He has an insanely big bubble butt. Watching his fat cakes bouncing around in his shorts as he runs around the court is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

He drinks me in as well. A sly grin forms on his lips. “Damn, I’m looking forward to farting on you.” He bluntly states, making me hot.

“P-please, come in.” I let him inside and close the door. My eyes widen as he walks past me, watching his mountainous globes wobble with his every step. 

As if he senses it, his head whirls around, catching me leering at his ass. Cheekily grinning, he puts his hands on his knees and twerks for me, making his big buns clap against each other.

I look down, trying to hide my embarrassment. I hear him laugh, softly.

“Haha, come on, don’t hide that pretty face from me. I wanna look at what I’ll be farting on soon.” He teases. But he isn’t done yet.

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An 8 second explosion booms throughout my apartment. I look up, eyes wide, finding Skunk Romeo standing there with his leg raised. He's shooting me a sexy and mischievous little smirk. 

The stench of rotten eggs and cabbage reaches my nose. The atrocious smell is turning me on.

“Ah, there you are, dollface. I’m Scott but please call me Skunk. Everyone who knows me does. I’m not sure why.” He jokingly says as he waves his hand behind his ass. 

“I-I’m Jack. I don’t h-have a nickname.” I stutter out, completely flustered.

Scott's grin widens, “How about fart-face” If he doesn’t stop I’m gonna shoot a load in my boxers.

“Would you like a soda? I’m k-kinda thirsty.” I say, hoping to cool myself down. I lead us to the kitchen area, getting two cans of soda out of the fridge. 

I place them on the miniature kitchen counter. I come to a complete halt when I feel something big, warm, and rotund pressing against my lower back. “Heh, oh I know what you’re thirsting for.”

I look back, seeing Scott has spun around, and is pressing his bubble butt against me. He's looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a lopsided smirk.

My mouth goes dry. Is this it? Am I about to be farted on for the first time?

“So, were you being truthful in our messages? You’ve never been farted on?”

I can't speak. All I can do is nod.

His smirk turns into a wolfish grin. “Well you're trapped with the right guy. I think it's funny as hell to rip ass on my bros and hot as hell to rip ass on cute guys. Guess which camp you’re in. Here, I’ll give you a big clue… UGH”

Scott closes one eye and grunts.

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Scott rips a long, sputtering fart, on my back, that has my entire body shaking to it's core. Even with the layers of clothes in the way, I feel the hot air streaming out of his hole and warming my lower back. 

My small kitchen area quickly fills with the stink of rotten fish and garlic.

“Ah, there you go, dollface. Always be prepared. With me being the Skunk, I'm always ready to spray ya.” Skunk teases as he wipes his ass from left to right on my lower back, rubbing his butt stink in. 

“So, how was the first time being farted on?”

“F-fucking hot.” I state truthfully. I’m hard as steel.

Skunk laughs, “Hehe, that’s just a beginner's technique for farting on someone. Let's try something more advanced.”

Our sodas forgotten, Skunk takes me by the hand and leads us to my second hand love-couch. 

He makes me sit on the couch and then spins around, aiming his fat bulbous backside right at my face. Skunk takes two steps back, standing on the couch, above me with his feet planted on either side of my legs. He then squats down, planting his bubbly ass on my crotch. I’m sure his pillowy cheeks can feel my hard-on from the way he’s snickering to himself.

"Alright dollface, wanna experience a technique I call 'up, up, and away'?” Skunk asks with a cheeky grin as he looks back at me.

“Please” I practically beg. 

Skunk rewards my good manners with a fart on my crotch that makes me moan.

He then slides his big ass upward until it's pressed against my stomach.

“Up… GGH” BBBBBBBBWWWWWWWHHHHHTTTTTTT

He slides his big ass further up until it’s pressed against my chest,

“Up… HGH” MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRDDDDDDPPPPPPP

He then lifts off of me and rises up until his voluptuous ass is aligned with my face. Before I can react, he thrusts his ass back, smothering my face with his blubbery mounds.

“And away… NGGH”

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A 30 second hurricane of ass gas explodes out of his bum and pointblank into my face. The sulfuric stench singes my nose hairs and has my eyes burning. 

When his monstrous fart finally comes to an end, Skunk starts rocking his ass on my face, grinding his fumes into my pores. I don’t mind it, in fact I'm loving all of this.

Skunk finally pulls his ass a few inches away from my face. He peers back at me, inquisitively. “Was that too much or do you want more?” He asks.

It takes a few seconds for my coughing to subside. 

“If you have more then please keep going.” I plead.

He shoots me a toothy grin. “Dollface, you’re dealing with the Skunk. My fart tank is never empty. I’m about to spray… FGH”

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Skunk rips a 9 second, eggy, trumpeting fart right in my face. It’s so powerful that it blows back my hair and has the seat of his mesh shorts billowing. 

His butt vapors put me in another coughing fit but it is quickly muffled as he throws his ass back, recovering my face with his pillowy ass-slabs.

Skunk proceeds to fart like mad up my nose as he talks.

“It’s a travesty that you had to wait so long to be farted on, dollface” FART “Let me tell you, it’d be a different story if you went to highschool with me” FART “Especially with me being in denial of my own sexuality back then” FART “I’d be farting on you whenever I could to prove to myself that I wasn’t attracted to you” FART “When in truth, I'd be desperate to pound your hot ass” FART “Hate to admit it but I was pretty much a bully back then” FART “Whenever I passed you in the hall I’d make sure to fart on you” FART “I’d make sure to walk by you during lunch, and when you’d open your mouth to take a bite, I’d rip a fart in your mouth” FART “And I’d make sure to lock you in a supply closet or locker for a few minutes, but not before farting in it” FART “And that, dollface is called hot-boxing” FART “Don’t worry, I’ll do it to you sometime” FART “But back on track” FART “Wouldn’t you have enjoyed that during highschool?” FART “Being the Skunk’s favorite target… GHH”

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Skunk’s farts and words are too much, I convulse as I unload in my boxers.

Skunk gets off of my face and sits down next to me, letting me catch my breath. Once I gain my bearings, I notice him looking at the wet spot on my jeans with a cocky smirk. 

“Damn, this is embarrassing.” I mutter.

Skunk laughs, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I nod, not really buying it. “Can you wait here for a minute? I'm gonna change in the bathroom real fast.” I explain before getting up and getting some pants and boxers out of my nearby dresser. 

I step into the bathroom. A hand stops the door as I try to close it. Skunk stands in the doorway with a sly grin. “Now’s as good a time as any.” He says, confusing me.

Skunk turns around and extends his ass out, into the bathroom. 

With a straining voice he says, “Why waste a perfect opportunity - NGH… I’m gonna fartbox ya… GGH”

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Skunk blasts me with a chainsaw-sounding fart. He gives me a wink before slamming the door shut. 

My small bathroom quickly fills with the stench of rotten eggs and rancid meat. I’m hardening again which is uncomfortable with my soiled boxers.

I take off my boxers and pants, and quickly clean myself with a loofah and soap before putting on a new pair of boxers and jeans. 

I open the bathroom door to find Skunk standing by my open dresser, holding the collar of one of my shirts against the seat of his shorts. He doesn't look bothered about being caught. In fact he gives me a cheeky grin before scrunching up his face in concentration.

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“Ah, I thought I'd have more time. I was planning to fart on all of your clothes so you'd get whiffs of my butt stink during the coming weeks, getting turned on in public.” He shrugs before continuing. “Oh well, not like you can stop the Skunk. I gotta spray.” He proceeds to pull out several more of my clothes and farts on them. I’m fully hard, watching Skunk fart on my stuff. 

“By the way, I call this technique: 'territory marking'. The Skunk’s very possessive.” He states just before farting on my favorite shirt.

Our fun is ended by some aggressive knocking on my door.

I open it, finding that it's my nextdoor neighbor. He’s a football jock from our college. He’s much bigger than me and slightly bigger than Skunk. At the moment he can’t see Skunk who’s deeper in my place.

He looks angry. “Dude, I have a girl over and your loud tv is interrupting us.” He says, making my brow furrow in confusion.

He makes an annoyed sound and adds, “You’re watching some sort of action movie and we can hear all the explosions through the thin walls.” 

My eyes widen, realizing he’s referring to Skunk’s butt bombs.

Skunk comes up from behind, grabs me by the back of the neck, and pulls me behind him so he can step in front of the jock. 

The jock goes pale.

“Shit, uh, hey Skunk.”

Skunk grins. “Hey DJ. About those explosions, they're coming from me, not his tv. And you shouldn’t be complaining, you know I can rip ass much louder than that. Here let me show you.” Skunk turns around and arches his back, pointing his bubble butt at DJ who’s only a few feet away.

DJ looks panicked, “Please, no Skunk! Last time you farted on me I smelled like your ass for an entire week. Please, I got my girl over.” He pleads.

Skunk ignores his words. Instead, he quickly pulls down the back of his shorts, mooning DJ, before widening his stance and leaning forward, causing his cheeks to spread open.

Damn, I wish I was on the receiving-end to see Skunk's hole.

Skunk closes his eyes and grits his teeth. 

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A 25 second juggernaut-of-a-fart roars out of Skunk’s ass and washes over DJ. DJ’s hair wildly whips around thanks to Skunk’s nasty and powerful butt wind. I’m pretty sure the whole building can hear and feel this monster. DJ looks like he’s gonna be sick. The sight of Skunk defeating a guy bigger than either of us is pretty hot.

Skunk pulls his shorts back up and slams the door in DJ’s sickened face. We hear him coughing and dry-heaving as he stumbles back to his apartment.

“I call that technique: 'tagging'. When I brew a nasty one and spray someone, bare-ass, it lingers on them for days. You’ll find that out soon enough.” Skunk teases with a shit-eating grin.

I’m about to say something but am stopped by Skunk as he pulls me into his arms, and then rests his back against my front door. “Shh, listen.” He orders.

I hear my neighboring door open and a girl say, “Ew, you smell gross Darrell. I’m leaving.” That's followed by the rapid sound of clicking heels. 

We hear DJ pursue her. “Please baby, just give me 30 minutes to take a long shower and I promise the smell will be bearable.” he begs.

Still grinning, Skunk shakes his head and mouths ‘No it won’t’.

“Ugh, stay away! You smell so bad Darrell!” She returns as we hear her stomp off with DJ following.

When we hear DJ passing by, Skunk farts loudly on the door, making it rumble. 

DJ cries in fear from the sound but then we hear him resume chasing his girlfriend. 

“Damn, you’re amazing.” I compliment Skunk, pleasing him.

“You ain’t even seen half of my farting playbook.” he brags.

Skunk’s mischievous grin tells me he’s got something planned.

“Skunky carry.” He calls before bending down, pressing his shoulder against my midsection, and then straightening up, carrying me over his shoulder. My upside-down face is inches from his shorts-clad, fat booty.

Skunk makes his way to the couch, pooting in my face with every step. PPFF, RRMM, VVBB, DDRR.

When we reach the couch, he pushes his ass out, covering my face with his meaty globes.

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He rips a 5 second eggy fart in my face that makes me gag. Skunk lays me out on the couch before laying himself on top of me so we’re face-to-face.

For the first time, he looks serious.

“Look, I know we just met, but I’m not crazy right? You feel the connection we have too?” 

I nod, “I do. It feels like we just click.” My response has him boyishly grinning.

“Hell yeah! So instead of this being a simple hook-up, be my Valentine, let’s go on a date.”

I smile. “That sounds nice but with it being Valentine’s day I doubt any restaurant won't be packed.” 

Skunk shrugs with a sly grin as he gets up. “We don’t need to go to a restaurant. Let’s have a picnic at the nearby park. We have everything we need in your fridge.”

Next thing I know, while I’m still lying on the couch, Skunk squats his big ass over my face. “Here dollface, have a taste of what you’ll be having for dessert.”

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Skunk sprays my face with 5 seconds of his skunky wind. He snickers at my coughing.

“So what’s with you calling me dollface?” I ask as we walk to my fridge.

“Well one, you're cute. But also, when I call you dollface, what I actually mean is fart-face. I just don’t wanna accidentally call you that in public. So, whenever I call you dollface, you know what I really mean.” He explains and then gives me a wink. How can someone be gross and sexy at the same time?

We take out lunch meat and bread, and start making sandwiches side-by-side at my small counter. 

As we work, Skunk hip-checks me, gaining my attention. I brace myself, noticing him shooting me a cheeky grin.

“Hey dollface, I call this ‘Skunky seasoning’. I love doing this to my frat-bros all the time. They never learn not to leave their food unattended when I’m around.”

Skunk picks up one of the sandwiches and brings it down, in front of his butt. He closes one eye and takes a deep breath. 

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He rips two short, trumpeting farts on the sandwich. Then slides it into a ziploc bag.

“Ah, there you go dollface, I booty toasted your sandwich. You’re welcome.” He teases, and then snickers at my visible hard-on.

We pack drinks, chips, and the sandwiches into an old dufflebag of mine, and leave. Once we’re out of the building, Skunk walks ahead of me. He looks back at me with an impish grin and says, “Crop-dust.”

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Skunk releases a long, raunchy fart as he continues to walk ahead of me. Thanks to his fat cakes bouncing against each other, his fart sounds choppy. My eyes sting as I’m forced to walk through his hellish fart cloud; it's so hot.

It takes us only a few minutes to reach the park. All the while he crop-dusts me and farts against my hip several times.

The sun’s out but it’s kinda cold so not too many people are at the park. We find a nice secluded place beneath a tree. I lay out a beach towel that we can sit on. As soon as we’re sitting down, Skunk leans away from me, lifting his left cheek up, and aiming his crack my way. 

“Hope you got a strong stomach, dollface, because all through this romantic picnic I’m gonna be spraying ya with sbds. Ngh… Ah, smell my Valentine's.”

Skunk says and then starts wafting his butt vapors towards my face. The sickening stench of rotten fish and onions poisons my lungs and instantly has me gagging. He wears a cocky grin, knowing that he’s turning me on. 

True to his word, he keeps launching sbds my way, but we still can talk and eat, like a real date. As we’re nearly finishing, two guys walk up to us.

Skunk’s grin tells me they’re his friends. They’re probably from his frat. They’re both ripped like Skunk. 

When they reach us, they kneel down to be on level with us. The shorter one says, “What’s this Skunk? Don’t tell me you got a date. Who the hell would wanna be with your gassy ass?" He ribs.

The taller one raises an eyebrow at me, “You know he's nicknamed Skunk right? This guy farts a lot and they're brutal. No joke, he’s cleared out buildings and auditoriums.” He warns.

I shrug, “I know he’s gassy. I don’t mind.”

The shorter one chuckles, “Heh, well it's your funeral.”

Skunk finally chimes in, “Wrong, it's your funeral. Especially with the terrible position you put yourselves in."

Before they can react, Skunk grabs the both of them by the top of their heads and pulls them down and forward. Skunk spreads his legs wide and they fall face-first near his crotch. Skunk quickly wraps his muscular thighs around both of their heads. He’s headscissoring two dudes at once.

Skunk shoots me a sinister grin, “This is called the ‘Skunk lock’. Trust me, you don’t wanna find yourself in their position.”

Skunk grits his teeth and starts grunting and straining. 

"HGH… Hang on gentlemen, the floodgates are opening… UGH”

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A series of massive farts thunders out of Skunk’s ass and right into his two victims' side-by-side, trapped faces. 

The two are struggling wildly to escape but are getting nowhere, while Skunk’s cackling like a super-villain. Luckily no one’s nearby to see or hear this. I’m sure if they were they’d be calling the police.

In an effort to escape, the two rise onto their knees, lifting the lower half of Skunk’s body along with them, making him laugh.

“Haha, sorry bros no escape for you. This Skunk's gonna spray the fight out of ya… GGH”

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After another barrage of monstrous farts, they fall back to the ground with their faces still in Skunk’s crotch. 

“Nice try fellas but still no use. Better luck next time… NGGH”

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I stare slack-jawed as a 40 second, noxious hurricane, roars out of Skunk’s ass and pointblank into the two’s faces. Their struggling becomes weaker and weaker all throughout his fart. Their bodies go completely limp as Skunk's butt-bomb comes to a sputtering end. 

Skunk sighs in relief as he unclamps his legs, revealing his bros’ unconscious faces. 

Skunk grins at me. “What I said earlier was a lie, dollface. It may not be today, but one day I’ll trap you in the Skunk lock when you least expect it.” He teases. 

With almost preternatural speed he hops into a crouched position with his bubbly rump pointed in my face. 

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I get a noseful of his eggy fumes causing me to shiver. 

We pack our stuff back into my duffle-bag, since we’re finished. All that’s left is Skunk’s two buds, unconscious on the grass.

"What should we do about them?" I ask. Skunk’s already on it, flipping them both onto their backs. 

“No worries dollface, I know how to wake these two up. I've tons of experience knocking guys out with my farts. And soon you’ll be another notch on my belt.” He taunts, wearing a lopsided grin and shooting me a wink.

Skunk squats down, lowering his bubble butt inches above the taller guy's face.

“‘Skunking salt’ can wake anyone up.” He says before pressing down on his stomach and narrowing his eyes.

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He rips a 4 second fart into the guy’s face. The guy groans and starts to stir.

Skunk repeats the same process over the shorter guy’s face.

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Once he’s done he takes my hand. “Come on, let's get outta here.” He leads us off. Just before we disappear around the corner, I see his two victims getting to their feet. Good, I didn’t want to leave those two alone while they’re unconscious.

We make it back to my apartment and I’m nervous. I’m hoping this impromptu Valentine's date isn’t over yet.

I open my door. “You wanna come in?” I ask hopefully.

With a sly grin, Skunk complies. He turns sideways to slide past me. When his ass is pressed against my hip he pauses and…

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He rips two consecutive, squeaky farts on me. I have to stifle a moan as his noxious vapors surround me. 

“Ah, sorry about that, but what do you expect when you’re on a date with the Skunk? You better realize that I’ll be spraying you a lot if you agree to go on another date with me.”

“There's no if’s, I definitely want a second date.” I state, making him grin.

“My booty's happy to hear that.” He teases.

Skunk leads us to my bed. “Lie face up, on the bed.” He orders, and I quickly do. Skunk steps onto my bed and walks up it. When he reaches my shoulders, he spins around, facing away from me, with his feet planted on either side of my shoulders.

I longingly stare up at his huge, protruding, mountainous globes, lording high above me. The back seam of his shorts is dug into his crack, further accentuating the size of his blubbery mounds.

Skunk suddenly drops his ass down towards my face, making me gasp. He stops his rapid descent when his ass is only a foot above my face. I hear him snickering, causing his meaty slabs to jiggle.

“Dick.” I call him, making him laugh harder.

“Haha, sorry dollface, I’m just fuckin’ with ya. Here, let me make it up to ya with a faceful of Skunk cakes.”

Skunk eases his bum down. His ass fat spills over my entire face, smothering and dominating me. 

“Big whiffs dollface, smell my apology… HGGH”

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Skunk blasts me with a loud, rumbling, 8 second fart that has my face and his bulbous cheeks shaking. The stench of rotten eggs and spice has nowhere to go but up my nose and into my lungs. It has me coughing and gagging, muffled beneath his fat ass.

Skunk works his ass up and down, and from left to right, rubbing his stink in.

Skunk rises a foot off of my face. I blink a few times, readjusting to the light. I watch Skunk grab the waistband of his shorts, from the back, and pull them down. His furry, meaty, bronze moons spill out of his shorts and wobble above my face. 

Using his hands, Skunk reaches down and spreads his cheeks, letting me see his sweaty, winking pucker surrounded by black hair.

“Deep breath, dollface. This technique, I call: ‘spelunking in the Skunk cavern.’”

With that, Skunk brings his ass back down, my face easily being swallowed in between his gargantuan cheeks. His doughy mounds pour over the side of my face, making contact with the bed, sealing my entire head within his enormous ass. All I can breathe in is his hot, sweaty musk, and my nose is being kissed by his winking pucker.

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"Ah, I really needed that, haha. But it's Valentine's day, we need to make our first kiss something special. Lips on hole, dollface."

Skunk starts wiping his grimy corn-hole all over my face. He only stops when his pucker is on top of my lips.

"Feel privileged, dollface. You're the first person I'm trying this technique out on. I call it: 'Skunkily-ever-after'."

I hear Skunk's guts gurgling above me.

"Uh-oh, you hear that, dollface? This kiss is definitely gonna knock you out. But I got good news: when you wake up, I'll send you back to dreamland with a classic dutch-oven. I know, I know, the Skunk loves to spoil his Valentine.

RGH... And speaking of spoiled, smell this... UGH"

InstaTease

I was dead scrolling on insta when I got a notification. It was a new story from Dustin.I opened and watched as max recorded Dustin doing pull ups as it zoomed in on Dustin’s well defined and big butt. “Ahhh Dustin’s butt I’ve been admiring it every time I see him in the hallway but I’ve never gotten the chance to have a picture of it“ I thought to myself. I took a screenshot right when the his whole bakery was perfectly in frame then put my phone down as I went to go eat dinner. When I returned I found three messages in my dms from DUSTIN??. “Hey saw that you’ve taken quite a likening to my backside right here” Dustin says and turns around wearing white pajama pants and gripping his ass. His hands not even big enough to grab it all. “Since you like it so much I’ve decided to give you a better view for your gallery” he says as his cheeks cover the entire screen. I didn’t do anything I just stared and imagined Dustin tu doing that to me. Then I heard it.

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My older brother, Jay loved teasing me. Whenever he had a chance he would purposely sit on me and act like i’m not there, he even goes as far as to fart on me sometimes.

Today was no different, as i was enjoying some alone time in the living room, I could hear Jays footsteps coming down the hallway. As he approached closer he scanned the seats and smirked as he noticed me. “Man, i wonder where Sean is at..?” he said out loud to himself.

Sean rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming next. “Come on bro, not today, can’t I just go one day without you doing this?”

Jay ignored him as he stood infront of the tiny before him “Weird, sounds like my little bro just said something… oh well!”

Sean didn’t even try to move as his brothers giant ass descended into him. As much as hed hate to admit this, he secretly enjoyed it, though Sean could never let him find out.

As the tiny was being smooshed by his giant brother he quickly stood up! “Oh Sean! There you are, why didn’t you say something.” he said trying to hold back laughter.

Sean tried his best to act annoyed.” Shut up man you do this all the time it’s not even funny anymore.”

“Hmmm i don’t know… humiliating you seems pretty fucking hilarious to me” Jay chuckled.

“Whatever man just leave me alone.” Sean pouted.

“Alright man i’m going out with some friends, won’t be back till tomorrow, so you’ll be free from my butt for the day…” He said exiting the house.

Sean crossed his arms.He knew it was wrong to enjoy his big bro sitting in him and gassing him out but he couldn’t help it!

There weren’t many people he could talk to about this but luckily he did have a friend he would regularly update whenever he was sat on! He grabbed his little phone and immediately started to text the friend.

“Yo you won’t believe what happened again! Jay sat on me again. He was wearing shorts this time but that’s fine i’ll take what i can get. No gas this time though but i could smell his musk he left on the shorts it was amazing!”

In his excitement to update his friend he noticed his fatal mistake. The text was sent… to Jay! Sean quickly tried to unsend the message but it was too late, the message was delivered and there was no going back. His little heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He’s never wanted to disappear into nothing more than at this moment.

As he was still processing his mistake he saw the little delivered sign turn into seen. “Oh god, how could I be so stupid!”

Sean spent the whole day planning on how to deal with this awkward situation and what to say. As he nervously placed back and forth in their room, he could hear a door open. What followed were fast approaching footsteps that sounded very familiar. “Shit he’s back early…”

As Jay bust the door open he angrily scanned the room in search for his little bro. As he found Sean he snatched him up and showed him the text on his phone. To Sean it was like a jumbo screen.

“Care to explain this?” Jay said. Sean has never him like this.

“I- That wasn’t meant for you but i-“

“I can’t believe all this time you enjoyed it you little freak!” Jay said, cutting him off. He slammed Sean into the bed, disorienting him a bit. As Sean was coming to, he couldn’t believe what was before him. As he looked up he saw Jays bare ass staring him at the face.

“I bet you’re drooling at the sight of this aren’t you? This is what you’ve been waiting for, You like it when big bro sits on you huh?” Jay said, flipping him off.

Sean was scared, Jay’s usually playful when it comes to this but this was a completely different person. With no warning Jay dropped his full weight on the tiny.

Sean could feel the difference, this whole time Jay was holding back! The musky smell was intense, it was nothing compared to what he’s used to, making his eyes water. He could feel Jay clenching his cheeks around him. “ I Bet you’re fucking enjoying this. You’re sick”

Sean was regretting ever sending that message, this was nothing like what he was use to.

FFFFRRRRRRTTTTTTTT

Jay dropped a bomb on him, the smell of rotten eggs made him gag as he tried to squirm his way out. This made Jay apply more weight on him.

“Don’t try and act disgusted now little bro, you’re going to take all this gas.”

PPPHHHHHRRR

“How’d that one smell huh? You still want your big bro gas?”

PPPHHHRRMM

“Yeah take all of this gas little bro”

PPPPFFFTTT

“Oh fuck that one was bad!”

Sean couldn’t believe his brother could unload so much gas. As the fart bombs continued Sean was too exhausted fight, he felt on the verge of passing out.

Before he could Jay stood up and Sean’s nostrils filled with fresh air. Sean was again snatched up by the giant.

“Don’t go passing out on me you little freak. Didn’t i say it was funny humiliating you with this ass?” He said spanking one of his cheeks.

Sean felt weak, but with what little strength he had left he begged for mercy, “Please… i take back everything i said.”

Jay smirked, “What was that? You want to spend the night in my ass? You sick fuck, was being under my bare ass not enough?”

Sean was in the verge of tears “ Please.. i’m being serious… let’s just pretend this never happened”

Jay shrugged,” Sorry little bro but i can’t hear you, but knowing your pervy ass you’d want that wouldn’t you?”

Sean couldn’t believe he was actually enjoying this. Before he could respond he was quickly stuffed between his big bros cheeks. He was placed right underneath his asshole.

Jay pulled up both his underwear and shorts trapping his little brother in his ass. He looked back into the mirror staring at his ass, no one would ever know he was in there.

PJ looked above him and all he could see was ass. A hairy ass. A swampy ass. And it was covered in stinking black fabric. How on earth had he ended up here he thought to himself?

It had all started innocently enough when he set off on his road trip a couple of months ago. He had saved some money, filled his car with fuel and was really looking forward to his trip, he needed some time away to rest.

Cut to now, he had just run out of fuel, in the middle of nowhere and he had no money left. At all. He was so annoyed at himself for letting himself get into this situation. Normally he was so careful. He couldn’t even get any signal on his phone. Could this get any worse. There was only one thing for him to do, and that was walk to see if he could find any help.

He had walked about a mile along the deserted road, when he came across a house, set slightly back from the road, with a large driveway. It looked nice, and PJ guessed that he would be able to get help there. So he knocked on the door. He would later realise that, this would turn out to be mistake number one.

A tall man in his mid 30’s answered the door, he was well built with a head of thick brown hair. “Can I help you?” The man asked, looking PJ up and down. PJ felt slightly intimidated, the man was taller and broader than him, and had a deep masculine voice.

“Hey, Emm, I’m PJ, my van ran out of fuel about a mile up the road, and I have no phone signal to call for help, and I was wondering if maybe I could, possibly use your phone please?” PJ blurted out quickly, nervous of the man looking him up and down suspiciously.

The mans expression changed when he heard PJ’s story, his scowl had turned into more of a grin. This made PJ relax a little. “Haha, happens to the best of us buddy, and it’s worse out here because nobody ever travels these roads, why don’t you come on in, i’m Kent.”

The man stepped to the side and allowed PJ to walk through the door. As he walked by he noticed a strong odour of B.O coming from the guy, but he was far too polite to say anything. Plus, the guy was dressed in a t-shirt and old shorts, so maybe he’d been working out or something.

PJ entered the room and it looked like a bit of a batchelor pad to him. There was a pile of dirty clothes in the corner, and a leather recliner off to the side of the room.

“So where is the phone?” He asked, looking around for any signs of one. Kent laughed and looked smugly at PJ. “Oh, you didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you?” Instantly PJ thought he shouldn’t have stepped into the house, as Kent shut the door behind him.

“Look man..” PJ started, trying to back away, looking frantically for a way to escape the room. “I don’t have any money.”

“Who said I want your money man?” Kent laughed, he continued on. “Relax, I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to hang out, play some games, have some company for a while.”

PJ should have felt calmer listening to that. But he didn’t, Kent was saying the right things but he still did sound slightly threatening. But PJ would play along if it could save him from the wilderness outside. “Ok, cool... so Kent, what do you want to do?” He asked.

“Well...” Kent grinned, he had PJ exactly where he wanted him. “I like to bet, and play cards... so how about we make a few bets, play a few rounds and see what happens?” Kent sat down in the recliner and pulled some playing cards out from a drawer.

PJ, at this point was still standing in the middle of the room and Kent nodded to him to sit on the adjacent sofa. He did. “I don’t really have anything to bet...” PJ started. Kent cut him off “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Alright then.”

“Great, I’ll shuffle these cards, we can play red or black, for every card I turn over that you guess the colour of correctly, you win, for every one you don’t I do. Deal?”

“Deal. So, what do you want to bet?”

Kent grinned. Jackpot. “Well how about, if you guess this one right I’ll give you a few litres of fuel from my garage?”

PJ’s eyes lit up, that could be the solution to his problems. Instantly his eyes lit up. Kent noticed. “But if you get it wrong you have to give me all of your clothes.”

PJ was shocked. He wasn’t into any sort of weird stuff. He didn’t really want to agree to that. Kent sat silently, staring him down. PJ considered his options, slowly realising that it was this or waiting for a long time on a deserted country road with hardly any supplies. Plus he had more clothes when he got to the car. “Deal, and I think it’ll be red.”

Kent grinned and flipped the card. It was black. PJ considered running for the door, but decided against it, he’d just end up back at square one.

“Woohoo, get them off loser boy.” Kent grinned, as a red faced and embarrassed PJ stood and removed his clothes slowly. “Hand then over.” PJ handed his clothes to Kent and sat back down feeling the cold leather against his skin. Kent then put his clothes inside a cupboard next to the chair. PJ had nowhere to run now, he had to play along.

“Care to go again?” Kent laughed, sizing up the skinny naked man in his living room. PJ just nodded, but he was starting to get annoyed at this prick taking advantage of him. Who does that to someone when they’re clearly having bad luck?

Kent was in his element. He loved having guys around to bully and torment, and it didn’t happen often seen as he lived int he middle of nowhere. He would make the most of this opportunity. “So, round two, guess correctly and I’ll give you 10 seconds of phone time, guess incorrectly and you have to lie on the floor and suck my toes, deal?”

“20 seconds?” PJ tried to bargain, knowing that he would never be able to do what he needed to in 10.

“5 now.” Kent grinned. “And you can only use the phone when you have at least 30 seconds.”

“Fuck man. Please.” PJ pleaded, looking at Kent who just stared him down. Kent knew that he just had to wait. PJ finally broke. “Fine, deal, red again.” He said grumpily.

The card this time was red. PJ was happy with that, he cheered. Kent knew that to keep the game going PJ needed some wins, so he wasn’t upset. He suggested they bet the same again on the next card. PJ agreed, but he wasn’t so lucky this time.

“Doooown you get toe sucker!” Kent gloated, kicking off his shoes and removing his socks. Immediately a stench like old cheese and sewage filled the room. Kent’s feet were sweat soaked, and frankly totally disgusting. PJ gagged as he lowered himself to the floor, he had to lay on his stomach as Kent kept his feet flat on the floor. “I love a good toe sucking so take your time, and really enjoy what I’ve created. You might have to suck extra hard sometimes to get the harder bits of toe jam off.” Kent laughed.

There was nothing else for it PJ thought. He sighed and started sucking. He gagged. His eyes watered. He almost had to pull away when Kent started wiggling his toes in his mouth. He was sure he had swallowed something unsavoury. But he just needed to get to the end, he was determined to beat this guy now. Kent tapped him on the head and said “Enough for now. Let’s go again.” PJ sat up on the floor.

Kent and PJ made two more bets, PJ won the first and had managed to get 15 seconds of phone time. Kent won the second, and had made PJ put on a tiny pink thong and lick his hairy, hairy armpits. PJ had spent a good 10 minutes licking and sucking Kent’s salty pits, and was worried he would never manage to get the ingrained stench off his face. He needed this to go faster. He wanted to get out of this house of horror fast.

“I want to make a bigger bet.” He announced. “What has to happen for me to get 30 seconds of phone time, AND, my clothes back, AND, the fuel from the garage?” He made eye contact with a still grinning Kent who couldn’t have predicted how well this would go.

“Well...” Kent pretended to consider this, he brought his hand to his face and scratched his chin. “How about this, we don’t play cards for this one. We wrestle. First guy to pin the other for 5 seconds wins.”

PJ considerd the offer. This was interesting. Kent was clearly bigger than him, but PJ reckoned he was bout 10 years younger, and could possibly be quicker and more agile than him. He had to take the chance, right? “Ok, I agree to that.”

Kent’s eyes lit up. Jackpot. He laughed. “Ok, since you’ve agreed to that we need to see what I get if I win. Has to be bigger than what I’ve got so far.” PJ’s face fell, but only slightly, he would win, but he was still nervous to hear what this guy wanted. Kent thought for 30 seconds. “Ok, if I win you stay here for 24 whole hours as my complete, and total bitch. I say jump, you say how high. You do whatever I ask you as long as it’s not illegal and won’t injure you. You serve me and degrade yourself totally until your time is up. Yes?”

PJ really has to consider this. That was a lot. But on the other hand if he won he’d be outta here. He just needed to be confident. Believe in himself. “Deal.” He said to Kent, who rubbed his hands together in delight.

Both men now stood at either end of the room. Kent had stripped to a tight pair of black briefs, which stunk of man smells. PJ stood in a pink thong, his hairless ass cheeks starting to feel the cold.

Kent shouted go and the both ran at one another. PJ at first felt good, he had Kent’s shoulders in a good grip and was trying to push him down to his knees. However quickly Kent wrapped his leg around PJs which sent him tumbling to the floor with Kent on top of him. They rolled around the floor a bit, however it was clear that Kent had the upper hand. He managed to pin PJ, his face above his, looking down as the hope left his eyes. Eyes which were looking up at the delighted face of his new evil overlord.

“Stay still, that’s your first order. If you understand say, yes master.” Kent said, looking at the red faced guy lying below him.

PJ was devastated. He felt himself tearing up from embarrassment. He was just going to have to try and get through this. Through gritted teeth he replied, “yes master.”

Kent grinned smugly, and stood above PJ. He placed a foot either side of his head on the floor. “Fantastic bitchboy. Your 24 hours are starting now, and task one is a great one. Fart smelling.” PJ groaned. This was going to be torture. Kent grinned. This was going to be heaven. “I’ll squat on your face, give you the honour of releasing a fart on it, and then you will kiss my ass as a thank you. We’ll repeat this process till there’s no air left in me. Say yes master if you understand.”

“Yes master.”

Kent laughed. Result. A bitch for him to use. Let’s go. He squatted. Wriggling his ass on PJ’s face to ensure that there was a nose right in his crack. PJ had closed his eyes and just felt two squishy globes descend over his face. They literally smelled of shit. He coughed because the smell was so bad. Like old cabbage, eggs and death. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse.

PPPPPPPRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

A loud fart blasted onto PJ’s nose as he heard Kent let out a sigh of relief above him. He puckered his lips and kissed the awful fabric that was draped over his face as he heard Kent gloat above him, saying, “Yeah, that’s what I thought bitch.”

Kent stood back up and PJ was relieved at the fresher air getting to his face. This didn’t last long as within seconds his gigantic ass descended again.

PPPPPRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTPPFFFTTTRR

An even louder fart than before blasted out this time. And to make matters worse it stunk even more. PJ once again pursed his lips together and kissed. Kent made another derogatory comment and stood up again.

The third time Kent lowered his ass the fart was silent, but that didn’t make it any less deadly. In fact PJ would have said it was worse, and as Kent stood up he felt really light headed.

Kent continued this torment a few more times, repeating the same process. PJ just lay there and endured it.

“Ok, now for the grand finale bitch.” Kent boomed above PJ. He lowered his boxers revealing his bare, hairy, swampy, stinking, gigantic ass. PJ’s eyes widened in terror, but it was too late. The ass came crashing down onto his face. He could feel the hairs on his cheeks, and the smell was so intense his nostrils were burning.

“Beg me to fart.” Was all Kent said, grinning, laughing, smug. PJ was underneath him, glad he couldn’t see his tears. This was rock bottom. Just get through it.

“Please fart.”

“Needs to be better than that slut monkey.”

“Please fart on my face.”

“Better bimbo.”

“Please master fart on my face, I love to eat your yummy gas.”

“We’ll need to work on that, but it’ll do for now.”

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTPTPTFFFF

Kent released the largest, most obnoxious, smelliest fart yer onto PJ’s face. PJ gagged. Kent grinned. Then PJ kissed a bare asshole. This was a new low.

One thing was for sure, PJ would never be making bets again.

“If they’re dirty when the alarm goes off, we add a week to your chastity sentence.”

“Understand the rules, toe boy? Alright, your time starts now.”

Of course, I’m cuffed to the radiator at the other side of the room and can’t get near his feet.

I just started college and I luckily found a part-time job at a little coffee place in town. I work from 1-6 so it works well for me since I only have morning classes. Today’s my first day, I work the register and make the coffee. The only other person with me is Bryce. He makes the baked goods that we sell.

I can’t lie, Bryce is fucking hot. He’s really cute and his uniform slacks show off his insane bubble butt so well. It always looks like he has a pumpkin stuffed in the back of his pants.

“So one caramel latte. Will that be all?” I ask as I ring up the customer. He’s in his fifties, wearing a suit, and has been frowning the whole time.

“Yes, that’s what I said. Now if you’re done repeating what I say like a parrot, go make my drink.” He replies cruelly.

I’m taken aback by his words but I don’t let it show, I keep a smile on my face. I turn around and walk through the door that leads to the kitchen area. I step up to the coffee station to make the man’s order.

Bryce is baking at his station just adjacent from me. Next to him I notice a blue-tooth speaker and hear the dickish customer’s voice coming from it. “Incompetent dumbass” 

Bryce looks at me, over his shoulder, and smiles. I keep my focus on his face and try not to stare at his big ass. Bryce pats his speaker and says, “I use this to listen to what’s going on up front. I did it with my last bud who worked here, for uh, reasons.” he says, being vague.   

I nod and then whip up the guy’s caramel latte. Once I’m finished, Bryce asks me to bring it over to him. I bring Bryce the drink with a confused frown. What he does next shocks me.

Bryce pulls down the back of his pants, freeing his gray underwear-clad, meaty globes. He brings the drink to where his underwear is wedged within his butt crack and farts into the latte. BBBTTTTTLLLLL

Watching Bryce do this and getting a smell of his sulfuric butt fumes has my dick hardening. I already found Bryce hot, but him playing into my secret fart fetish is unfair.

“Ah there, let that shitty customer drink my shit. Oh and lets just keep this between the two of us, don’t wanna lose my job.”

“Oh of course, don’t worry.” My voice is a little high as I assure him.

Bryce smiles. “Thanks Max, and whenever you’re dealing with an asshole customer, just bring their drink to me. I’ll spice up their blend with my ass gas. And believe me, this bad-boy never runs out of spice.” Bryce gives his bubbly rump a slap making his cheeks jiggle before pulling his slacks back up.

I laugh along with Bryce before heading back up to the front. I glance down and thankfully my hard-on isn’t noticeable. 

I step through the door and hand the customer his latte at the counter. 

“Finally” he says as he snatches his drink. He takes a sip as he starts to leave. His face sours and he mutters, “Damn this place’s lattes always taste like shit.” 

I have to try not to laugh at how true that complaint is. The next hour of customers are nice and friendly.

Two college girls are about to step up to the counter, but a balding businessman speedwalks into the shop and skips the girls. 

“My lunch ends in a few minutes, I need a large black coffee.” He demands ignoring the girls’ complaining. 

“Sorry sir but the two ladies behind you were here first.” I say angering the guy.

“I don’t care about your damn opinion! Make my drink or I’ll talk to whoever is in charge and get your ass fired.” he threatens.

The girls behind him tell me it’s okay. I give them a nod and the grouchy guy rolls his eyes.

I head back and make his large coffee. 

“Mind adding some extra stink to this order Bryce?” I ask walking up behind him.

He looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a mischievous grin. “Sure, that guy’s a dick, he has it coming.” Bryce then quickly pulls down the back of his work pants again. “Just bring it up to my dispenser-of-a-booty Max and I’ll handle the rest. My hands are kinda full.” He says as he’s mixing some ingredients.

My face is red, I’m starting to sweat, and I’m getting hard again. I get to bring my hand, with the coffee in it, right up to his big butt. I hold the drink inches from his ass crack. I shudder as I feel the warmth emanating from his fat cheeks against my fingers.

Bryce hikes up his right leg and rips two, airy farts into the coffee. BBBRRRRR-PPPPPMMMMMM

“Ah, that’ll be a taste he’ll never forget haha.” Bryce teases. I pray that my boner is still not visible.

I take the contaminated coffee back to the rude customer. I vindictively watch him drink Bryce’s farts as he leaves. 

There’s a lull in customers for a while until an overworked-looking, young lady, dressed in business attire, walks up to the counter. 

She gives me a tired smile and I return a sympathetic one. “You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, just overwhelmed by my boss. Besides doing my work I also have to book him hookers, and make sure none of this reaches his wife.” She replies dejectedly. 

“Yeah, tell me about it.” she jokes at my shocked expression.

“Anywho, can I get an iced cappuccino for myself and an Americano for my boss.” She looks saddened at the display case of sweets. “Oh, are you out of cranberry nut bread? He likes that with his coffee.”

“I believe our baker in the back is just finishing up a new loaf of cranberry nut bread. Would you like me to add a slice to your two drinks?”

She nods and I ring her up. I head to the back and make the Americano first. I then take it over to Bryce. 

“Hey Bryce, you done with the cranberry nut bread? A customer wants a slice.”

“Sure” he says as he cuts up the loaf. 

“Also can you give this drink a pump of your butt stink?”

“Oh yeah, I heard that, that and the bread’s for her boss right?”

“Yep” I answer.

“I’ve got this” he says, pulling down the back of his pants and taking the cup from me. “Let me add my own brew into this brew.” he says.

He hovers his ass over the opening of the Americano and farts in it. BBBHHGGGGTTTT

He hands the coffee back to me and then picks up a slice of cranberry-nut bread. He presses it against his underwear-covered ass and pulls the back of his pants back up. Bryce then widens his stance and pushes his ass out. I can see the outline of the bread trapped in the back of his slacks.

Bryce balls his hands into fists, takes a deep breath, and rips a gnarly fart on the sweet bread.

Bryce pulls the fetid baked good out of his pants and slides it into a paper sleeve and seals it up. 

“Here, hopefully her boss will choke on my farts” he quips handing me the packaged bread.  

I make her iced cappuccino, and she leaves with her order.

There’s another lull in customers, but Bryce warns me to get ready. From 3:45 to 5:30 this place is packed. 

I’m in the back with Bryce, making sure the coffee station is set. There’s a TV in the corner that displays the front and I can see if any customers enter. 

Bryce and I talk as I resupply the station. 

“Wow, so you have four younger brothers? Do you miss them?” I ask.

“I do. But you wouldn’t realize it with how much I love to torture them all with my farts. Since coming out here, I’ve loved farting on my bud who used to work here. But now it seems like the position falls to you. You’re not only our new barista but you’re also my new fart sponge.”

Bryce slinks over to me at my station and then presses his enormous ass against my lower back and farts. FFFFFFFFHHHHHHHRRRRRRDDDDDD

“Ah that felt good. Better watch out Max, I’m gonna fart on you whenever I get the chance.” Bryce warns me with a smirk and gives me a wink.

Bryce proves this over the next 15 minutes as he keeps farting on me as I tend to the coffee station. He farts on my hip, he farts on my thigh, he farts on my lower stomach, he farts on my ass, he farts on the back of my other thigh, he farts on my forearm, and he also farts on the back of both of my hands.

This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced; I’m going to be jacking-off to this memory for the rest of my life. Sadly it comes to an end when it’s about 3:30. Like Bryce promised this place is swamped with people getting out of school and out of work. Bryce even has to come up to the front a few times to help take orders. 

The next two hours are pretty frantic but we manage. And through all those customers there was not a rude one in the bunch. I count it as a win.

It’s nearly 6, the time we close, when another guy in a suit walks in. Hopefully he’ll be a decent person.

I’m proven wrong as he steps up to the counter, talking unashamedly on his phone. Thankfully there’s no other customers.

“Yeah, that promotion should’ve been mine, instead he gives it to that dumb little queer boy. The only reason the old fuck passed on me is because I got caught fucking his 18 year old girl in the breakroom. He should be thanking me, that bitch has a horse face.”

The man pulls the phone away and looks at me. “Make. Me. A. Mocha.” He says each word slowly as if I don’t understand.

“Uh, I speak English sir.”

“Oh good for you, usually you people in the food service business are illegal and don’t speak a lick of English.” He then starts snapping his fingers at me. “Well what are you waiting for, go make me my mocha.” he commands irritably before complaining about me on his phone. 

As soon as I enter the back Bryce says, “Once you’re finished making that bring it to me. I’ll make sure that fucker will be tasting my shit on his tongue for the next month.”

I whip up his mocha and bring it to Bryce to watch the master work. Bryce isn’t playing around this time. I watch as he not only pulls down his pants but he also pulls down his underwear. I can’t help but hungrily gaze at his freed, bulbous ass. I want to grope his ample cheeks and bury my face in between them.

In Bryce’s hand I notice an insanely long and thin straw. With a look of concentration, he guides one end of the straw deep into his ass crack. When it’s deep enough he guides the other end of the straw into the prick’s mocha.

PPGGTT, BBBBRRRR, FFGPPP, GGGPPPPMMM, WWWPPPPBBBBB

Bryce vents a series of farts right down the straw and into the drink, making it bubble like crazy. 

Once Bryce is finished, he tosses the straw away but doesn’t stop there. He brings the mocha in front of his ass and tops it with another fart. BBBBBBDDDDDDDFFFFFFFHHHH

“Ah, that felt good. Here you go. I hope that dick enjoys tasting my shitty ass.” Bryce jokes as he passes me back the mocha. 

As I walk away with the fart-flavored mocha, I give it a smell. Like all the other drinks Bryce has farted on, I get a whiff of his butt stink but the smell of coffee mostly covers it. 

The guy takes the mocha and leaves without so much as a thanks. I smile as I watch him drink Bryce’s farts and enjoy it. I then frown, feeling jealous. I kinda want to try his fart-spiked coffees.

It’s finally 6 so I lock the front-door once the asshole leaves, and then clean up the front. Once I’m finished I head to the kitchen, where Bryce is cleaning, and help. I’m on my knees putting stuff away in a cupboard, when I hear feet running up to me. Suddenly I’m covered in a shadow. I look up and come face-to-face with Bryce’s bubbly ass packed in his slacks.

RRRRRRRPPPPPPPPNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD

Bryce rips a fart in my face that stinks of rancid meat and onions. Out of instincts, my face recoils but Bryce grabs the back of my head and shoves my face against his ass, smothering me with his pillowy globes. FFFFFFGGGGGGGGRRRRRRLLLLLL

Again he farts in my face but this time, right up my nose. And the smell is putrid.

Bryce sighs in relief before snickering and rubbing his ass all over my face, grinding his butt stink into my pores.

“Hehe, weren’t expecting that, were you Max?” He says as he turns around.

 I slowly stand feeling a little dazed. I dumbly shake my head.

Bryce gives me a slap on the shoulder. “Well that was my butt declaring us friends now, and that’s what friends do. I’m sure plenty of your guy friends have farted in your face before.”

I can’t stop myself from spilling the truth. “Well um no. That’s the first time someone’s ever farted in my face.”

A cocky smirk forms on Bryce’s lips. “Fuck man, did I just pop your face-fart cherry?”

I can only nod, feeling myself blushing like crazy.

Bryce winks at me. “Well Max you’ve lived 18 years without someone farting in your face but that ends today. Now that we’re friends I’ll make sure to fart in your face as much as possible. Well if I’m being honest, from now on there’s no part of your body that’s safe from my farts..”

Bryce spins around and dramatically pushes his bubble butt out and farts. GGGGGGPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHH

Bryce expels and envelopes me in an eggy-smelling fart cloud.He wafts his butt vapors my way, laughing, and then heads over to his station to clean up for the night. I decide to get to cleaning my coffee station as well.

I’m so horny that I feel emboldened to question Bryce. “Hey Bryce can I ask you something?” he gives me a nod so I continue, “How do those coffees you fart in taste?”

Bryce guffaws. “I don’t know. I guess coffee mixed with my ass. Why you asking Max? You feeling curious over there?” He asks, waggling his eyebrows.

My face is completely red but I try to play it casual. “Well yeah, those dicks didn’t seem to mind it so I’m wondering if you can taste your farts at all.”

Bryce smiles with a challenging glint in his eyes. “Oh I promise you will. You’ve smelled my farts but now it’s time for you to taste them.”

Bryce moves me out of the way and mans my coffee station. Seems like he used to be a barista because Bryce knows what he’s doing. Bryce quickly whips up a frappe (an iced coffee). 

Bryce pulls out another one of those long, thin straws. It’s like deja vu as he pulls down the back of his pants, mooning me with his bare meaty ass, and then lodging one end of the straw into the frappe and the other into his asshole.

Bryce’s brow furrows in concentration as he streams a series of beefy, short farts into the coffee. PPFFFGGG-RRRLLLOO-HHHVVVTTT-PPPPWWWPP-BBFFFFFUUUUMMM

The drink’s bubbling and churning thanks to Bryce’s farts. Bryce throws away the straw before reaching back with one hand and spreading open his cheeks, giving me a glimpse of his asshole. He brings the opening of the drink right beneath his asshole and farts. PPPPPWWWWWWDDDDDDDVVVVVVVV

Bryce sighs in relief after completely defiling the frappe with his butt bombs. With a mischievous grin, Bryce hands me the coffee. “Here you go Max, I call it my fartppe. Give it a taste. And if you like it I’ll be sure to… brew it for you regularly.” Bryce says and gives me a wink.

I bring the fartppe to my nose and I can already smell the difference. In his earlier drinks the smell of the coffee masked his farts but not in this concoction. His farts are front and center and have my eyes stinging.

I take a taste and jolt at the flavor. I can both taste and smell Bryce’s farts in the drink. His eggy, acidic butt stink coats my tongue. The taste of his farts mixed with coffee and ice-cream isn’t half bad. In fact it’s delicious.

“I know you were joking earlier, but I wouldn’t mind you making me this on a regular basis.” I reveal, taking another sip of my fartppe.

At first he looks surprised but then gives me a coy grin. “Well if that’s the case…” Bryce walks back to his station. With his pants still down, I watch his bubbly cheeks bounce with every step.

Bryce braces his hands on the counter, arching his back and pushing his ass out, showing-off the girth of his basketball-sized ass-mounds.

Bryce looks back at me, over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes and a lustful grin. “Fuck the coffee. Why don’t you get down here and taste my special ingredient from the source.” he coos, caressing his right, meaty ass cheek.

Without hesitation, I walk up behind Bryce and drop to my knees. I wrap my arms around his thighs and thrust my face into his ass, smothering myself in his doughy globes.

Bryce laughs at my eagerness. “Hehe, oh you’re thirsty in more ways than one aren’t you Max? Normally people are trying to get away from my fume-spewing booty, not trying to bury their faces in it. Let’s see if I can make you regret that.”

FFFFFGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM

“Ah, I don’t know whether you’re brave or stupid Max. But I do know that your nose won’t be thanking you once I’m finished.”

PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBB

“I hope that smelt as good for you as it was for me releasing it because it brought a friend.”

WWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRR

“I know we just met today Max but it seems like my butt and your face are soulmates. Can’t you tell? Never seen my butt blow someone so many kisses”

BBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLL

I suddenly feel Bryce’s hand on the back of my head and he shoves my face deeper into his huge, cavernous ass. I quickly find my lips pressed against his butthole.

“I can tell that we’re going to be close Max. You’re gonna be the Shaggy to my Scooby. Imma be the Han Solo to your Chewbacca. Who knows, maybe I’ll be the Han Solo to your Leia. But what will never change is that you’ll be the fart sponge to my never-ending fart factory… UGH” 

 I hear an ominous gurgling coming from Bryce’s stomach before I feel his ass lips open and push out against my mouth. 

You’re roommate was undoubtedly into women, but some of the jokes he liked to make often left you thinking he may be border-line bi. He was known for being the funny guy, so you would usually brush his jokes off, but that got harder once he found out about your foot fetish.

Since that day, he never wears shoes in the apartment anymore. You constantly find his discarded, smelly socks tossed carelessly on your bed & notes on the dining room table about once a week asking you to do his laundry for him. You could tell he was enjoying teasing you, but was too scared to have a conversation about it.

One evening you two are chilling in the living room, his bare foot is propped up on the coffee table and he looks over at you; you are staring at his foot like a bitch in heat. He chuckles, then nonchalantly says, “y’know, you could be my footslave, but there’s something you’d have to do for me”

You froze, taken back by his outburst, and then decided to find out what he meant. “What do you mean” you asked, as he took a sip of his beer and wiggled his toes.

“You ever heard of a chastity belt before?” He asked, flashing you a wicked grin. You nodded your head yes, trying to process what was going on. “You let me put one on you & keep the keys, and I promise I’ll give you more of my feet than you can handle. Every. Single. Day. And you know how stinky my socks can get. What do you say?” He teased, wiggling his toes as he spoke and making your boner flex uncontrollably.

Needless to say you agreed, although he knew you’d do just about anything to get a chance to taste his feet! But not much has changed since then, except the fact that you now spend all of your time at home pampering & adoring his big, often sweaty feet. He still brings home all kinds of girls to fuck, only now they seem to be less quiet than they used to, and he still never wears shoes in the apartment. He’s still as funny as ever with his jokes, only now his favorite thing to joke about is your inability to touch yourself and the constant chastity that you agreed to just for the ability to worship his stinky feet. He told you that you can have the keys whenever you want them, but once he gives them to you his feet will be gone from your life forever.

Does he have a foot fetish? No, probably not. Does he enjoy watching your restrained and neglected little nub fight to bust out of it’s metal cage every time he puts his stinky foot or socks in your face? Yes, 100%!

"There's a simple rule here, boy. If you

want me to keep your foot fetish a secret from

everyone at college, you just have to pay

attention to my feet more than anything in your

life. You'll be my carpet every moment in here and

because I'm older than you you'll never disobey

my orders. Now be a good boy, lay under my feet

and eat all the dirt from my soles that I made for

you during today's soccer practice It's the best

food you'll ever eat and it's healthy for you so you

constantly need it. After cleaning my soles with

your tongue, start sucking sweat between my

toes because you have to drink it after eating

your food under my soles. you will have the best