Arse And Farts

You wake up when you hear the front door close. You lie there silently, not that you had much of a choice. You’re tied down to a couch, with a ball gag in your mouth, as you have been for weeks now.

“I’m back,” you hear Him call out from the kitchen. The fridge door opens and you hear rustling. He’s fixing Himself a snack, though to any normal person it would be a multi-course meal. You dread Him coming into the living room with you, but you know you’re helpless to stop Him. Every day when He gets home from work, He relaxes in His favorite seat and stuffs Himself with food. Unfortunately for you, though, you happen to be His favorite seat.

“I’ve got a special treat for you today, Seat,” He says as His footsteps pound towards you. You look up at your captor, your new Master, not wanting to know what His ‘special treat’ is. You can’t see His face over His massive gut, but you know He has a devious grin. Your eyes widen as He starts unbuckling His belt and undoing His pants.

“I weighed myself at work today,” He says as He continues to strip. “Care to guess how much I weigh?” He laughs to Himself as he pulls off His underwear and takes out your gag. You open your mouth to scream, but stop yourself. The last time you tries that, you were punished.

“Open,” He commands, underwear in hand. You hesitate slightly but comply, not wanting to anger Him. He holds His underwear up to your face, forcing you to smell them. They reek of his sweat and farts, causing you to gag.

“Is that anyway to react to your Master’s scent?” He taunts, before shoving His underwear into your mouth. “Anyway, you’re getting this special treat because I officially weigh 550 pounds now. Isn’t that great, Seat?”

You groan as you’re forced to taste the saltiness of His sweat. He turns around, presenting His ass to you. For hours on end, His voluptuous ass is all you get to see as it crushes you into the couch. If you’re lucky, He’ll occasionally lean to the side to give you some air. You whimper inside as His ass starts descending to you.

He chuckles, enjoying toying with His Seat. You exist solely for His comfort, and He knows it. He stops when His ass touches your face, not letting His full weight down yet. His gut rumbles, which you know now to be a bad omen. You try to scream, but His underwear gag muffles the sound.

“Happy 550, Seat,” He says as He farts in your face. The stench hits you like a ton of bricks, making your eyes water. If He was feeling particularly playful, like today, He would ‘grace’ you with His gas all day. Those days were the worst. He drops His full weight onto your face, ensuring the only air you have is His fart.

“There’s nowhere to go but up,” He says happily as He begins gorging on his food. He leans to the side and farts again before dropping down on your face. “Who knows? I may get so big that I can cover your entire puny body with my ass. Wouldn’t you love that?”

[Contains: M/M, Face-farting, rimming. Non-con.] All characters are over 18.

Less than a week ago, my mother and I moved in with her boyfriend and his son, Jack. Jack’s the same age as me and we share a few classes, but we aren’t friends, nor do I want us to be. I’ve been doing my best to be distant but civil, and he seems to be doing the same. Not that I’m surprised. He’s quiet, but not in a shy way, more like he just doesn’t give enough of a shit about the people around him to bother speaking.

Been trying to go through my old stories and slowly re-upload them after I give them a review. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Tags/Warnings: Fag bashing, face farting, willing victim turned to unwilling, asphyxiation by farts, fart torture

(Contains: crushing, obese characters, farting, face-farting, suffocation, torture (via crushing and farts), incest.) 

Chris kneels by the door. His fathers—Jason and Daryl—will be home any minute now, and they like him to be ready. After a long day at work, they don’t want to have to call out and then wait for him. If they have to do that, things will be a lot worse. He already has enough aches and bruises. He doesn’t want to think about ‘worse’.

All characters are 18 or older

“Good workout Chris, you were almost able to keep up with me.” I tease as I take a seat on the bench in front of my locker. Chris and I work out every morning in our school’s gym before classes.

“Fuck off” Chris grumbles as he continues down the aisle to his locker a few feet away from mine. As he walks past me from behind I suddenly feel something big and soft being pressed against the back of my head.

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A 5 second eruption rumbles against the back of my head and soon after I’m gagging on the familiar stench of rotten eggs and digested cheese.

“You’re fucking gross man” I chide him.

Chris continues to his locker with a shit-eating grin. “My butt thought you earned that for such a good workout.”

Chris and I have been in an epic rivalry since middle school. Even though he’s on the soccer team and I’m on the baseball team, we’re always trying to outdo the other. There’s hardly anything we don’t compete against each other in. Now it’s not like we’re enemies, there’s no animosity between us. I’d consider us almost friends who’re very competitive.

Even though we’re rivals I can’t deny that Chris is hot. 6 foot, muscular body, black hair, and his signature mischievous grin. But to me, the hottest things about Chris are his huge ass and his gassiness. He has an infamously fat ass that would make a Kardashian proud. Chris’s always wearing form-fitting shorts and jeans to proudly accentuate his big buns. Chris is also a farting machine who loves to rip farts on people. With our rivalry my face has been on the receiving end of dozens of his butt bombs. I secretly love it but I’ve got to make sure no one finds out, especially Chris.

As I untie my shoes, I glance over at Chris. I see him taking of his shorts, revealing his jockstrap. I can’t help but take a few quick peaks at his sweaty, bare, jiggling globes as he gets undressed. I have to look away quickly a few times to avoid getting caught.

After showering and redressing I’m sitting on the bench again, tying my shoes.  Someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn to face them. I find myself face to face with Chris’s titanic ass confined in a pair of white basketball shorts.

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I receive a monstrous 12 second fart, pointblank in the face. The behemoth of a fart has enough power to blow my hair back and I see Chris’s bubbly cheeks wobble as his fart comes roaring out. The stench of rotten eggs and raw sewage has me coughing and my eyes watering.

Chris sighs in relief before turning around to face me, laughing. “Ah, haha how did you like… dude are you hard?”

Chris is staring at my crotch in shock. I follow his gaze and see that I’m obviously hard; oh shit.

“I, what—no, no I was thinking of something- um somebody else” An impish smirk forms on Chris’s face as I stumble through an excuse.

“Is that so? Then let’s see what happens when I do this” Before I can react Chris spins around, putting his plump butt within a foot of my face. Then I feel him reach back, grab the back of my head, and pull my face into his big ass. His doughy globes mold around my face smothering me. I then hear Chris grunting and…

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Chris rips two trumpeting farts back-to-back right in my face, and they smell just as atrocious as his last one. I can’t help but moan ‘fuck’ into his thick ass.

Chris snickers as he frees me. “Hehe well isn’t this interesting.” After that we silently finish getting dressed. I’m really nervous and don’t know what to do. Chris isn’t an ass so hopefully he won’t spread this around.

Chris finishes changing first and takes a seat next to me on the bench. He then throws an arm over my shoulders. “We’re gonna have fun today Kevin and you wanna know why?” He asks rhetorically.

“I’ve thought up the perfect competition; my farts against your libido. All through the school day I’ll be farting on you. If you cum before school’s over I win, but if you don’t you’ll win. And WHEN I win you’re gonna have to give my big ole booty a kiss?” Chris says as he waggles his eyebrows.

I feel my face heating up from his words. I nervously lick my lips and ask, “A-and what if I win?”

Chris brings his mouth to my ear a whispers, “If you win I’ll give you something special that you’ll never forget.” Chris pulls his face back, wearing a shit-eating grin. “So what do ya say? We gotta deal?” He offers me his hand.

I nod my head and shake his hand. “Deal”

“Great, well since we don’t have the same first class I better get started now.” With our hands still locked Chris stands up and tosses a leg over my arm. Chris gives my arm a tug and I fall onto my knees and my face slams into his meaty rump.

“When it comes to my booty Kevin I’ve got three words for you. You…NGH”

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“Can’t… HGH”

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“Win… FGH”

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“Ah we might be equals Kevin but you’re outmatched when pitted against my butt canon. My big ole butt’s a lethal weapon and it ain’t gonna show you any mercy… UGHH”

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Chris bombards my face with one fetid butt bomb after another. My eyes are watering and I’m gagging.

Chris releases my hand. “Good luck man you’re going to need it.” He tells me before walking past me, leaving me on my knees.

At the last second Chris swivels his hips, putting his big butt in my face, and hikes up his right leg.

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“Ah one more for the road” And then he’s gone.

I’m left alone in Chris’s noxious fart cloud and it takes everything I’ve got not to rub one out; Chris won’t defeat me. Instead I finish getting dressed and head to my first class of the day. As I walk to class I come to the realization that I only share three periods with him. I know Chris is going to go all out but I think I can beat him.

After a boring biology class I enter the pool locker-room to get changed for swim class. As I’m getting ready in front of my locker an unholy smell hits me. I look over and see Chris standing at the end of the aisle. His back’s facing me, he’s leaning forward, and he’s mooning me with his shorts pulled just underneath his bare meaty globes. Chris is wafting the air behind his ass my way.

“Ah enjoy that SBD fellas” A few guys are in the aisle with me and are hit by Chris’s horrid butt stench too. “Oh gross man”, “You’re a fucking dick”, “I think I’m gonna be sick”, “Fuck off dude” a few of them gripe. They all quickly change before heading out to the pool. Chris’s butt stink quickly spreads throughout the entire locker-room. I hear others complaining before leaving until it’s just Chris and I.

Chris swaggers up to me with a cocky smirk. “Get ready to lose Kevin because I’m about to make you pop like a champagne bottle.” Chris shoves me down so I’m lying on my back on the bench. He then straddles me and plants his gargantuan ass onto my face, muffling my yelp. He wiggles his butt from side to side on my face, getting comfortable.

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Chris unleashes a behemoth of a fart, pointblank in my face that lasts over a minute. The foul stench of digested meat and garlic floods up my nose; making me dry heave. As his fart comes to a sputtering end he rubs his ass on my face for a few moments, grinding his butt stink into my pores.

I’m a bit out of it but I notice Chris’s frown as he gets off of me. “Don’t get cocky Kevin I have plenty of butt bombs brewing up for you. You’re gonna lose” He says as he gives his abs a pat.

We quickly change into our swimming shorts and head out to the pool. Chris crop-dusts me before we leave the locker-room.

We share our swim class with 2 of our mutual friends. They’re surprised but glad that Chris and I are actually hanging out.

Our friends and I are in the pool, grouped up and talking, but we spread out as Chris swims underwater, in between us. As he swims past bubbles rise from the back of his shorts and pop when they reach the surface. We’re instantly surrounded by the stench of rotten eggs and it has the 3 of us gagging.

Chris splashes out the water with a cheeky grin. “Ah how’d you guys like my butt torpedoes”

During the entire class Chris takes turns blasting the 3 of us with his butt bubbles.

“Have some of that” *Fart* “This one’s for you” *Fart* “Nope, you ain’t safe either” *Fart* “I’m about to sink your battleship Marty” *Fart* “Careful Todd my butt’s about to declare war on you” *Fart* “You look nervous there Kev. Here let me turn the water around you into your own personal jacuzzi… RRGH” *FFFaaarrtttt*

The 4 of us head to the side ladder to get out when class is dismissed. Chris reaches the ladder first and starts climbing out. When his butt is out of the water and on level with our faces, he pushes his ass out and rips a long, wet fart. He slowly swivels his hips making sure to douse each of our faces with an equal amount of his ass gas.  

We all groan as we breathe in his putrid butt fumes. “Ah enjoy swimming through that gentlemen, haha” Chris laughs.

Todd calls him an ‘ass’ and slaps his butt. Chris immediately jumps backwards, ass first, into Todd’s face and…

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Chris farts in his face but it’s cut off as they both go underwater.

I get out and don’t look back. Chris isn’t going to win. I’m changed and about to leave the locker-room but Chris catches me before I can. “Don’t get too excited Kevin my booty’s just getting started with you” Chris guides my hand into the back of his shorts without anyone noticing. Chris sighs in relief and I feel a stream of warm air vent out of his ass, onto my open palm.

“Enjoy” Chris tells me with a wink before leaving. I can’t help but sniff my tainted hand; getting a whiff of his signature butt stink. I quickly shove my hand into my pocket and leave. This is what Chris wants.

It’s my lunch period and I’ve nearly forgotten about my competition with Chris. I haven’t seen him since swim class. I’m heading towards my friends table when Chris intercepts me. He slings an arm over my shoulders and steers us outside. “Come on Kev lets have a private lunch. It’ll be a real gas.” I blush even with his corny joke.

We head toward the woods in the back of the school where students are allowed to eat. People mostly go into the woods to smoke and drink without teachers knowing.

We take a seat at the base of a big tree and stretch out our legs. No one else is around. We both have homemade lunches. I’ve got a turkey sandwich, chips, an apple, and water. Chris has… 2 egg salad sandwiches, 2 granola bars, and a chocolate milk.

“Egg salad sandwich? Really? What are you? A basic suburban dad” I tease him.

Chris looks unimpressed. Before I can react Chris grabs me by the top of the head, leans to the side, and proceeds to shove my face into his ample ass. Unfortunately I leave my mouth open.

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Chris rips a 5 second growly fart into my open mouth. I can both taste and smell his noxious ass wind; it has me coughing.

“Ah that should teach you. If you spew shit out of your mouth then I’ll take a shit in it” Chris then glances at my tenting crotch, “Or maybe that’s what you were hoping I’d do” he says smirking.

“Oh Kev if you wanted me to feed you my cakes for lunch all you had to do was ask” Chris straddles my legs, on his hands and knees, facing away from me. I find myself trapped in between a tree and Chris’s shorts-covered, fat, titanic ass. Chris’s looking back at me with an impish grin.

“Come on Chris lunch will be over soon. We need to eat.” I complain half-heartedly, making Chris snigger.

“Hehe don’t worry you’re going to be full once I’m done with you. Now say ah… NGHH”

Pbbt “Oh” rhhf “Ah” bbfr “Have a taste of that” fhpp “Hope you’re enjoying my air biscuits” bttf “They’re piping hot, fresh out the oven” rffb “You’re hard as hell Kevin just give in” ppwt “You’re going to lose” fupp “Just stop trying to resist my nasty farts and cum” raaf

“I won’t lose” I stupidly say earning a mouthful of his ass gas.

“Alright then brace yourself for dessert. Here comes my cakes” Chris shuffles backwards, quickly burying my face in his doughy globes.

“Kev do you really think you can stand against this… HGH”

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“I hope you liked that one because he brought a friend… FGH”

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“Open that nose Kevin, this is what defeat smells like… UGH”

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Chris rips a series of eggy-smelling butt bombs pointblank in my face. It takes all I have not to cum in my boxers.

“Damn it” Chris mutters as he sits back down next to me, looking annoyed. He brightens up some when I complain that everything tastes like his farts, as we eat.

Lunch is about over when Chris tells me to be quiet and listen. He curls his hands into fists, scrunches up his face, and starts grunting and staining.

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Chris rips a massive, 2 minute long fart into the ground. It feels like a miniature earthquake is rumbling underneath me. Chris gets up and I quickly follow suit when I get a whiff of his escaping butt fumes. It reeks of raw sewage and rancid meat.

Chris laughs as he points to where he was just sitting. I’m shocked to find the grass he was just sitting on is brown and dead. “Be thankful I didn’t nuke your face with that. You’d probably be dead haha.” Chris says and we head back inside. The last period I share with Chris is also my last class of the day so I pretty much won this.

I head to my locker before my next class and find Oscar Wilde posted next to it. He’s part of the wrestling team and a huge man-whore. He’s always trying to get in my pants but I’m not interested in him.

“What do you want Oscar?” I ask as I open my locker.

“Your lips wrapped around my cock. But if you don’t I might let it slip that you have a gross fart fetish” He says with a smirk.

Inside I’m freaking out but I play it cool, “What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask dryly.

“You know what I’m talking about. I heard the end of you and Chris’s talk in the locker-room earlier this morning. I think a few blow jobs will pay for my silence.

I scoff, “Not happening, I don’t care about you or the stories you make up Oscar.” I say before walking off.  In the middle of my next class I get a text from Oscar.

Oscar: If you suck me off then maybe the school won’t learn that you’re a fart-loving freak. You got until tomorrow

I simply ignore it.

Before I know it, it’s the last class of the day. Chris and I share a study hall. Instead of spending it in the classroom I hold up in the school library, away from Chris. Maybe we’re being too obvious; I can’t give Oscar more ammunition.

I seclude myself in a plush chair in the back of the library, hidden from everyone. I decide to read a few chapters in a book for my English class.

Suddenly the book’s ripped out of my hands and Chris’s bubble butt fills my sight of vision. Chris wastes no time. He reaches back, grabs the top of my head, and shoves my face into his fat, bulbous ass. My nose winds up trapped in between his fat cakes; only the thin material of his shorts is protecting my nose from his toxic-spewing hole.

“The only thing you should be studying is this big guy… GGH”

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“You thought you could win by hiding from me. Imma show you how wrong you are… HGH”

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“Uh-oh you’re in trouble Kev I feel that egg salad starting to kick in… FRGH”

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Chris unleashes a series of vile SBDs up my nose that singe my nose hairs. All I can smell is sulfur and Chris’s personal ass musk.

Chris doesn’t appear to be finished. “My butt’s really mad with your cheating. So remember you brought this on yourself” Chris grabs the waistline of the back of his shorts and looks like he’s about to pull them down.  

I look around quickly and stop him. “Chris we need to end this competition. It might be a little too risky.”

I unlock my phone, pull up the text from Oscar, and hand it to Chris. Chris reads it with his back facing me; after a few moments he returns it, frowning. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it”

“I-what” is all I can get out before Chris’s gone. Where’s he going? 5 minutes later I receive another text from Oscar.

Oscar: Glad you see things my way you’re going to love the taste of my meat. I’m just outside the locker-room

What the hell is he talking about; I scroll up and see that I sent him a text.

Me: You win meet me in the gym locker room right now

Fuck, Chris must’ve sent this. I pick up my stuff and hastily make my way towards the locker-room. With Oscar being a wrestler I hope Chris doesn’t try to pick a fight with him.

When I enter the locker-room I’m shocked at what I see. Chris and Oscar are on the floor and Chris has Oscar locked in a reverse head-scissor. Oscar’s shoulders are locked in between Chris’s quads and his face is trapped against Chris’s thick ass.

Chris smiles up at me. “Hey Kev I’m a bit busy at the moment. I’m having a good chat with my buddy here.” He says cheerfully with a sluggishly struggling Oscar beneath him.

“Anyway where were we? Oh yeah” PBBBT “So what do you think of my wrestling move, you’re the expert” RRVVP “I call it the skunk lock, pretty impressive right” FFUPP “You should stop struggling so much; it’ll just make you breathe in more of my farts” RRWWF “Oh well I tried to warn you” PPAFF “You have years of experience but can’t escape. This is really pathetic Oscar” BRFFF “But I guess no one’s a match for my butt bombs. Kev knows this all too well” FFFPPRRR

Chris keeps ripping one butt bomb after another pointblank in Oscar’s face. Oscar’s flailing becomes weaker with every fart.

Chris looks at me again an orders, “Kev get over here and get your phone ready. I want you to record this.” Chris releases Oscar and lays him on his back, on the floor. Chris then straddles his chest, facing away from him.

“Oh Oscar I almost feel sorry for you.” Chris says as he pulls down the back of his shorts revealing his pale, bubbly globes.

Thanks to the almost painful hard-on in my jeans, I clumsily pull out my phone. I get it ready to record when Chris gives me the signal.

Oscar’s shaking his head. “No plea-mmm” Chris plants his plump ass on Oscar’s face, silencing him.

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Chris raises his ass off of Oscar’s face and peers down at him, between his legs. “Ah Oscar if you want this to stop all you’ve got to say is ‘Chris I love your farts, please fart on me’. Say that and it’ll be over.”

Oscar’s too busy gagging to reply, Chris appears to take that as a no. He plants his meaty globes back on Oscar’s face and…

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Chris raises his ass off of Oscar’s face and this time he answers. “Okay, Okay I’ll say it” He cries.

Chris motions me over. I aim the camera at Oscar’s visible face, beneath Chris’s ass, and start recording.

“Ch-Chris I love your farts, please fart on my face” As soon as he says this Chris slams his ass down onto Oscar’s face, smothering him. He curls his hands into fists and starts straining.

“NGH… If farts are what my buddy wants then farts are what my buddy will get… FFGH”

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“If you’re into farts Oscar then you’ve come to the right farting god… GGH”

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“Farts aren’t my thing but I’m more than happy to satisfy your particular taste Oscar… RGH”

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“Oscar you’re going to love this one… GRH… Hope you survive… UGH”

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Chris rips a long, raunchy fart in Oscar’s face. I almost feel jealous. This whole experience is ended by…

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I stop recording as the bell rings indicating the end of the school day. Chris looks up at the wall clock in shock before looking enraged. He slightly lifts his ass off of Oscar’s face and glares down at him.

“Damn it you made me lose”

Chris once again smothers Oscar under his doughy cheeks. Oscar’s limbs weakly twitch and he softly groans, but that’s about it.

“I’m gonna make you regret this… GFH”

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“No one will wanna be near you, let alone give you a blowjob once I’m done with you… NGH”

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“For trying to blackmail Kevin I’m gonna make you suffer. Enjoy smelling this for the rest of your life… NGH”

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Chris sighs in relief after ripping a behemoth of a fart on Oscar’s face. Oscar appears to go limp, it look like he’s unconscious. Chris gets off of Oscar’s face with a wet squelch thanks to his butt sweat. Oscar’s unconscious face is drenched in the stuff.

“Send me that vid and I’ll send it to Oscar. I’ll let him know that if he bothers you again I’ll post it online.” Chris says as he pulls up the back of his shorts.

“Welp, I guess you won” Chris concedes with a half smile.

I shake my head, “No one wins; I ended this little competition because of Oscar.”

“No, no you’ve won. I’ll be giving you your prize later.” Chris says with a lop-sided grin as he backs me into the lockers.

“W-What’s my prize?” I ask just as my back hits the lockers.

“Something you’re really going to like but for now I guess you’ve got to get to baseball practice. Until then…” Chris spins around and thrusts his bulbous rump into my crotch. Chris lifts his right leg and grunts.

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I moan as he rips a 7 second, rumbling fart on my hard cock. I embarrassingly cum in my underwear; Chris knows. “Enjoy” Chris says before exiting; leaving me in this nuked, uninhabitable room with an unconscious Oscar. The stench is both hellish and heavenly.

After a grueling practice I return home. I bump into my mom in her scrubs, on her way out. “Bye sweetie I have a double shift at the hospital so you’re on your own tonight. Oh and a friend of yours arrived a few minutes ago. He’s waiting for you in your room.” She gives me a kiss on the cheek and is out the door. I head up to my room wondering who it is.

My jaw drops and I’m instantly hard at what I find in my room. Chris is lying in my bed, on his stomach, playing my Switch. All he’s wearing is a jockstrap and socks. I can’t look away from his protruding, bare, fleshy mounds.

“Come and get your prize Kevin.” Chris smirks as he gives his ass a smack making his fat cakes jiggle.

“What” I ask sounding stupid”

“Haha this is your prize. I’m going to fart in your face for the next few hours with no one or thing to interrupt us. Now get over here and put your face in my butt” He says as he wiggles his hips making his fat cheeks wobble.

Before I know it, my body is moving on autopilot and I’m nearing the bed. I lie in the bed, in between his legs. I rest my face on his ass with my nose nestled in between Chris’s pillowy globes.

Chris reaches back with one hand to spread his cheeks and with the other he pushes my face into his toxic trench. The last thing I see before everything goes dark is Chris looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a cheeky little grin. My face sinks in between his meaty globes until my nose grazes his hole.

Fhrr “Ah get a whiff of that” ppbt “Oh that’s even nasty for me” bfrr “Phew you’ll be smelling that one for a while” frbb “Hope you’re still alive back there because I’m just getting started” rrwf “You better get used to that smell” bppt “Because you’ll be experiencing it all night long” fmtt “And I mean…”

“All”

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“Night”

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“Long… UGH”

The gym floor was hard even with the padding. Your abs burned. This was only your second week here. You has paid for a person trainer. His name was Titus Ryker. He was a walking slab of steak. When he first started training you he told you not to focus on the look. Titus looked like he would be more at home in a Popeye comic than the cover of GQ

“Come on. Just six more” he said. He was leaning over your face. You had promised him thirty sit ups but after 20 your zeal had started to fade.

“Your the trainer, motivate me.” You grunted out. Five more to go.

He leaned down closer. He was sweaty too. He would you the exercise he tasked you with five times over for every time he’d make you do it once.

“Alright. Well I gave you positive motivation last time— how a about some negative?” He slowly smiled wide. “If you don’t give me those last five remaining sit-ups in the next thirty seconds I’m going to park my cold,sweaty,three hundred and ten pounds of raw, hairy muscles, stinking half-Irish half-German ass on your face right here in the middle of the gym for everyone to see. And I’m not moving for at least ten minutes for every sit up you fail to do.”

You felt a pit growing in your gut. He was serious.

“And let me warn you. I had an extra cheese and onion pizza for breakfast washed down with two warm miller lights, so I’ve been ripping sloppiest, nastiest, garbage-gut-toxic farts brewing in me today. How’s that for motivation?”

Your battery recharged. Four to go, three to go. You push through the pain. Two to go. You crunch forward with only two to go. Your side splits. Your abs knot. Sheer will alone can’t help you hear. Your body falls back. You try to get up but you can’t.

“Sorry…” you say up at Titus. “I guess I’m not ready yet.”

“You tried. You got twenty eight out of thirty. Next week you’ll be doing forty without breaking a sweat.” He says.

“You really think so?”

“Oh after what I’m about to do to you yes.”  He places his hand on your chest and slides forward. He drags his pendulous sack over your face, sliming it like a snail as he positions his bent knees on either side of your face. Titus is a man of his words. He crosses his feet behind you and sits down locking your face between the padded gym floor and Titus’ shorts clad cheeks. 

You squirm but in addition to being tired, the bulky behemoth pinning you makes it hard to fight back.

“Twenty minutes starting now” you hear him say, though muted through his ass.

Not even five minutes go by before your nose gives out. You had gotten used to the smell of gym sweat, but with your nose wedged between Titus’ crack it was too potent, too earthy, to ignore. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was hairy. The wiry hairs poked through the mesh fabric of his shorts and tickled your nose. Your lips were salty with the taste of his sweat. Had it been twenty minutes yet? Had it been an hour? You couldn’t tell in Titus’ dank personal man cave.

He chuckled and shifted. For a second you could feel his full weight press down on you. You were rammed deeper between his cheeks. So deep everything was silent as your ears had been clapped by the monstrously ursine cheeks. You thought your head might pop but then it was gone. Titus has repositioned.

Then it happened.

You couldn’t tell by sound at first, no you were to close for that. Your first sign was the vibration and the taste. Titus’ ass belched forth a long and slow fart. It was like an armoire filled with fresh cow shit being slowly drug across the floor of an empty amphitheater.

“This brings me back to my high school days. I got kicked off the wrestling team because I kept farting in my opponent faces” he’s said, though you couldn’t tell if it was too you or the no doubt small crowd of power lifters who had come to laugh at your torture. “I’d get them in a scissor lock, flip over and give um the old Ryker Thunder Waffle. I’d let them stew about then give a wiggle”

Titus wiped his ass forward and backwards across your face. He’s may have said wiggle but it felt more like he was trying to scratch his asshole with your nose.

“Lifting club didn’t mind though, so I started—” he abruptly stop as a more clarion toot, a deep and mighty honk like the horn of Helms Deep being blown, only with more oniony notes. “Ho boy. Six minutes left and that was a warning fart right there. Tells me: Titus get if this guy’s face we got a category nine dump incoming”

You tried to push the image from your mind. You recited the states in alphabetical order; the alphabet backwards, counting down from ten. When you got to number two though you focused on the thought of Titus decimating one of the gym toilets.

When all hope had just about been crushed out of you, he stood up.

“Twenty minutes on the dot” he said rolling forward and standing up. “So you gonna give me forty next time?“ 

You wiped the ass sweat from your lips. “Yes sir”

Goddamn Burritos

You live in a world where human height variation is much more drastic than here on Earth. You’re an average sized man standing at 5’11. And you were open to dating men of any size. This openness led you to Julius. He is 12’8 and ripped. This man is built like a tank. Thick legs that could strangle you, and an ass so voluptuous you can use it as an umbrella. You two have been dating for just over a year, and you know every crevice of his gargantuan body like the back of your hand. Sexually speaking, you two are like firecrackers. Exploding once you get in the sheets together. He knows about your fart fetish, and he makes you regret ever telling him about it. He farts on you almost any chance he gets, and it doesn’t help that he’s always gassy. To maintain a body like his. Julius has to take in a lot of protein.

But even worse than his protein gas, are the farts he has after his cheat days. Unluckily for you. Today is one of those days. While working in the living room, he gloats across the room with a burrito in his hand smirking at you and rubbing his stomach. After a half hour of going into the kitchen, and repeating this he finally settles down and sits next to you. He’s breathing hard. Clearly he over stuffed himself just to torture you later. He patts his stomach, and you tried to ignore him. Until his stomach growled like an angry beast from a foreign fantasy world.

“Ooh,” was all he said. As he slightly lifts his right leg and,

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He lets out a small (for him) 3 second fart that vibrates the couch. After he releases it he scrunches up his face and waves it in your direction. The smell hits you like a freight train. This fart was far more potent than any you have ever smelt from him. It’s a mix of shit and skunk smell. It’s the type of fart the burns your nostrils, and makes you feel as if it isn’t even safe to ingest. You gag at the strength of the odor, and that just gets a chuckle from Julius.

“Just you wait til later,” he says. You roll your eyes, and scoot away trying to get away from the smell, but there is no use it is everywhere.

“Where do you think your going,” he says. Wrapping his hand around your body and pulling you against his thigh.

“Uh oh,” you say as your body roughly hits his thigh

“Uh oh is right,” he responds chuckling a bit. After he says this he swivels his leg around your body and places it on top of you. Knocking your head in between his legs, and next to his crotch.

“Julius, c’mon I got work to do,” you say frustrated.

“This won’t take long,” he whines back.

“No. I don’t want to do this right now.”

“Come on just one?”

“Fine, I’m starting to think you enjoy this more than me.”

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Your last sentence gets cut off by a giant roaring blast that genuinely scares you. You feel the entire couch cushion get warm as his deadly gas rushes to your face. The smell nauseates you. You genuinely feel sick after smelling it. It’s so awful you end up in a coughing fit with your eyes watering.

“Goddamn burritos,” Julius says pinching his nose. He looks down at you and starts laughing.

“Fuck you,” you groan. Barely recovering from the cough fit that just ensued.

“Aw, there’s no need to be rude,” he says smiling down at you. You just flip him off in retaliation.

You move his leg off of you, causing him to release another small fart. He just chuckles and leaves you alone as you finish your work. After you finish you two cuddle, and watch tv. He lets out a couple of toots, but other than that his ass has gone radio silent. You know he must be saving them for bed.

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Its finally time for you two to go to bed, and you can’t help but feel as if your willingly walking through the gates of hell as you enter your room. You stop in the doorway, and this just causes him to hit the back of your head with his crotch.

“Are you gonna go?” He asked confused. You just continue to stand there.

“Oh I get it,” he says menacingly. It’s begun. He grabs your head, and begins to hump the back of it. He then pushes you forward, and starts to take off his clothes leaving nothing but his underwear on. After he’s done stripping. He lays in bed on his side legs wide open. He points to his crotch and imitates sucking a dick with his other hand. You continue to stand there. Normally you love to let him dominate you, but you haven’t even been up close to his ass, and his farts were already the worst. You continue to stand there torn. Part of you really wants to be owned by him, and the other part of you is terrified by the catastrophic fumes you know he’ll subject you to smell.

“Alright I got you,” he says as he sweeps you off of your feet and carries you to the bed. He lays you down on top of the duvet. As he’s putting you down another devilish grin appears. When you see this you try to escape, but he just tightens his grip, and applies some of his body weight to hold you down. He then starts rolling you up in the cover. Confining you’re movement completely, and trapping you in a warm cocoon. You try to break free, but to no avail, because he rolled you so tightly.

“How do you like it babe? I’m gonna be blasting you with my burrito farts. While you’re in a burrito,” he says smugly. You try escaping, but it does nothing other than get another chuckle from Julius. He then sits you up, and leans you against the headboard. He stands over you, looking down grinning.

“Julius please, don’t do th-,” before you can even finish your sentence he sits on your face.

“Babe shut up,” you hear above you before,

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The 6 second fart burns your nose, but you have no other choice than to breathe it in. Julius’ ass swallows your face whole, and is your only air supply. His awful fart makes your eyes water, and you start to gag. In retaliation you try lifting your arms, but he wrapped you up too tightly for you to move.

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“Ahh, it’s getting warm down there babe, you still alive?” He asks sarcastically. You responded by screaming in his ass

“Guess you are,” he says. Rubbing his ass up and down your face.

The fart he released was 9 seconds, and it was airy. It forced itself up your nose. And burned all the way down your throat. It warmed up your face. Making you even more uncomfortable, as well as making you cough.

He raised his ass off your face, and you gasped for air. Straining your lungs to inhale as much as it could.

“Damn dude you look rough,” Julius says, but you don’t need him to tell you. Your face is wet from tears and sweat, it’s red and you’re gasping for air. It’s not really a good look for anyone.

“Here man let me blow you off.” At first when he says that it gives you hope until you realize what he means. You watch in horror, powerless. Unable to do anything, as he strips his underwear off. Hovering his ass over your face the entire time. Once he gets his underwear off he chuckles and spreads his cheeks. The smell hits you like a wall of shit. You can see his hole pulsing. Getting ready to explode on your face. His ass is slightly sweaty, and you can see it collect on the curly ass hairs. Julius sits on your face roughly. Slamming his ass down with a wet smacking sound. The initial smell isn’t that bad, just musty, but once he settles on your face, and his hole is hovering just above your nose. You know this is going to be far more hellish than before.

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His first fart is 8 seconds, and starts a little airy, but as it catches momentum it starts to sound wet. The smell was worse than anything he has ever produced. Its distinctly shittier and skunkier. You can feel the sweat that had collected around his hole drench your face. Soaking the smell into your skin.

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“Now we’re talking. Babe your gonna be stuck in there until I’m empty.” After he says this he smacks his ass. This sentence makes your dick throb, as well as terrify you. He had just released a 12 second fart, but you know he’s still not done.

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13 seconds of pure hell shoot out of his ass and into your face. It stings your nostrils, but before you can recuperate.

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“Ahh, I’d hate to be you right now babe.”

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His farts didn’t stop coming. They were shooting out rapidly, and saturating your face in his stink. You attempted to talk to him, but when you tried, you just got a mouthful of ass.

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As Julius continues to mercilessly release farts in your face. You can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness. He must feel this too, cause he gets off your face and turns around. Kneeling to get close to you.

“Holy shit,” he says quickly pulling his face away from you.

“Did I go too hard,” he continues cringing at the smell his ass had created. You nodded your head yes, as you took greedy breaths of fresh air.

You felt weak from being stuck in Julius’ ass. And you couldn’t escape the smell. It was baked into your skin. He smiled sympathetically at you,

“Sorry babe. I didn’t realize it was that bad, you were inhaling all of them.”

“Not by choice,” you replied weakly. He looks sorry but you know he’s still not done with you.

“Here, then why don’t I just put you out of your misery.”

You try to escape the confines of your duvet, but fail again. Within seconds his mouth is covering your face, and you know what’s coming.

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He burps into your mouth and nose simultaneously. A move he’s used before to knock you out. Something about his burps are just so much worse.

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The only thing I could think of was how much I hated egg salad. But at that precise moment, I’d have eaten a raft of the fucking things rather than be in the spot I was in. I felt and heard the zipper close again, and Matt’s maniacal cackle. Then the stench hit, hard. Rotten eggs. Old egg salad. My eyes watered, my lungs burned with a sulphuric afterglow. I fucking hate egg salad. “That one was particularly bad,” Matt laughed. “I’m rather proud of that one.” I struggled, but as I did the rope grew tighter around my wrist and I used up more air, rotten air, fart-tainted air. The nylon of the sleeping bag stuck to my sweaty face and I could barely breathe, and what I could breathe I didn’t want to. “Getting stuffy in there?” he asked. The bag unzipped. I felt Matt’s giant ass engulf my face, he pulled the fabric of his tight gym shorts aside and my nose was prisoner of his soggy shit chute again. “Ahhhhhhhh….” he sighed, as the murky mist from his fluttering ass valve enveloped me. “SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssss…..” it came, long and slow and hot, the latter half of the first blast waning into a sibilant sizzle before picking up to a trumpet blast on the follow through. “….sssssssssssssssssBLATTTTTTTTTTT!!!” He was off me and zipped up the mummy bag tight around me again. Dank darkness engulfed me. The stench made me sneeze as I felt his ass oil drip down the back of my throat. I tried not to breathe, but I had to. Fucking egg salad. Just two days before, all was right in my world. I’d pulled into the camping site in New Hampshire late Friday happy to be away from a shitty job, a bitchy girlfriend, a nosey family, the whole ball of dysfunctional wax. This place would be perfect, an escape until Sunday morning or afternoon, just to get the f*** away from everything and everyone. It wasn’t a popular campground, I found out, too far into the woods to be accessible to families with screaming children. But it was perfect for me. My site was hundreds of yards from the next site, and that wasn’t taken. So I pitched my tent, got hunkered down and late that afternoon, as the sun set through a maze of stately pines, I took off for a walk around the campground. That’s when I saw Matt, though I didn’t know his name at the time. . Powerlifter, I thought, this guy had to be a powerlifter. I hugged a thick pine and peeked around it as he pitched his tent. He was alone, I watched as he easily hoisted heavy bags out of his Ford pick up truck. he had Short brown hair and wore a tight white t-shirt and very tight black shorts, the clingy spandex type that were so snug around his oaken thighs it seemed they’d either cut off his leg circulation or shred in the effort. He was bending over to drive stakes into the ground for the tent when it happened. His giant ass cheeks, hard and muscular and thick, fluttered in pre-blast and then he unloaded a mammoth fart, a thrumbler, one I damn near felt split in a hot- air blast around the tree I was hiding behind. He laughed to himself and kept hammering. “Fucking truck stop food does it every time,” he said. BOOM! Another fart, then another. And even though I was a good 20 feet away, I could smell it, that rotten egg aroma, and it was sickening me. ‘Great,’ I thought to myself, ‘how the f*** do I get out of here now without being spotted by this fart machine.’ I slowly walked away, backwards, watching him continue to hammer the stakes. I was about 30 yards down the campground road, totally out of his sight now, when I heard thundering footsteps and whirled around, fully expecting to see a charging black bear roaring at me. I was close. It was that guy, thighs slamming into quivering motion as he raced toward me, thick arms pumping. I froze, couldn’t move, and it didn’t matter much. he was on me in seconds, he was that quick for a big guy. he launched himself from a good 10 feet away, legs wide open. His black spandexed crotch crashed into my face and I felt the twin oaks of his thighs slam shut around my head as we both slammed to the earth. he was on his side now, leaning up on one arm, pulling the back of my head with the other hand, smothering my face into his cheesy crotch as those insanely huge thighs chewed my head. he was speaking, but I couldn’t hear a thing with ears so full of thighs so big. I madly tapped his legs in submission but he squeezed harder. I grabbed at them and tried to pull them apart. he let up just enough for me to hear. “I said there’s no way you’re pulling these babies apart,” he growled, glaring down into my red face. “My thighs are 33 inches around, my calves 22, so forget it. You’re just what I needed right now, this weekend. I have a lot of stress to work out and you’re gonna be my relief!!!” Just before I felt his iron adductors lace into my neck and shut down my blood to the brain to knock me out, I got my first whiff of cheese, rank and, naturally, egg salad smelling as I felt his thighs quiver and heard, through the conduit of his massive upper legs, a whoosh of air leave his gargantuan ass and flood up between his scissored limbs to wash over my face. Mercifully, I went to sleep. But then, damn the luck, I woke up. My hands were bound to my sides, I was sitting against a tree watching Matt work to build a roaring fire. It was a warm night anyway, and the glow from the fire was making me sweat. he saw me wake up and walked over to me, sitting down on a log before me, “Yeah, you’ll have a headache for awhile, all my scissor victims do,” he said. “But you’ll have a worse fart hangover by the time your stint is up. I just love enforced fart slavery, making a man eat my farts, smell them, be one with them. Mmm….” he spread his big legs and rubbed his dick through his shorts. I sat, open mouthed, until I snapped out of it, angry. “Stint?” I asked. “What do you mean? Please, man, just let me go, I won’t bother you, I just came up here to get away for awhile.” he smiled. “It’s not ‘man,’ it’s ‘Matt.’ Well, to my friends it is. You call me ‘Master Matt’. Got it?” “What?” I asked, outraged. “f*** you, man, you let me go and that’s that. I’m outta here.” Matt smiled and stood up. “It’s gonna be a long weekend, little man,” he said, hands on wide hips. “So what don’t we get started?” he put a huge pot of beans and franks over the fire and bubbled it up nicely before spooning out a large dish for himself, sitting cross legged on the ground before me to gobble it up. he held some out for me but I turned my head. “Suit yourself, but trust me, you’ll get hungry,” he shrugged. A look came over his face, a warm look of satisfaction and anticipation. “Mmmmm, that didn’t take long,” he sighed. he got down on his knees before me, wiggling his huge, hard ass at me. he hiked up his shorts even higher, thick ribs of thigh meat oozing out the leg holes and revealing a swollen arc of ass meat. He reached back and kneaded his big cheeks through the tight black shorts

Well I made it over to Jaden and Luke’s apartment the other day to hang out. I went to knock on the door and it was already cracked open. I yelled inside and I heard Jaden tell me to come in. He was in his bedroom so I walked in there.

As soon as I hit the doorway I smelled that very familiar aroma of fart lingering in the air. He didn’t have any windows open and it was hot as hell in there. He was sitting in a pair of what looked like white biking shorts and a tank top. I looked as he was sitting on his bean bag typing on the computer and I saw Luke’s legs stretched out in front of Jaden.

Just as I was about to ask what he was doing, he lifted up on one buttcheek and let loose a sputtering wet fart! Right underneath of him was Luke’s upturned face with a gag in his mouth and this look of ultimate torture on his face! Jaden looked at me and said

“the gag is to make sure he doesn’t miss any of my aroma!! Hahahahahaha!” Jaden’s little evil laugh gave me a serious hard-on! As he sat back down I asked him what happened. He told me that him and Luke made a bet on a football game and Luke lost. The loser had to become a fart cushion for an hour. Luke initially agreed but when he lost he tried to back out of it. Since Jaden is bigger than Luke he wrestled him down and proceeded to bind him hand and foot. He dragged him into the bedroom and laid his head on the bean bag chair.

Jaden slipped into a sweaty pair of biking shorts and descended on Luke’s upturned face. Before he could sit down completely he ripped a ghastly stinker and Luke knew it. He started breathing thru his mouth to avoid the stink and Jaden caught him. So he put a rag in his mouth and used electrical tape to seal it in. Luke fought viciously to escape which made Jaden want to confine his face into the depths of his stinky ass. That’s when I walked in.

Jaden said “He fought me the whole time that little fucker!! Hey Lukie, how’s it smell down there? Wait until I get some rotten eggers going!! You’ll beg me for air and I’ll give it to ya…from the pit of my stomach!! hehehe!” Damn by this time I’m glad I’m not in Luke’s predicament because Jaden’s farts smell really bad!! At the same time though I wished I was his little fart cushion. The thought of being helplessly trapped under that smelly ass really turned me on! Jaden said “I got a present for ya …BBBBBRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMPPPPPPP!!!! Ahhhh! What a relief!! Whew, man that reeks!! “How’s it feel Luke? How’s it feel having to endure my stinky gifts? If you don’t start smelling these farts better I might just keep you locked in my room all night!!!”

By this time the smell has reached my nose and it was almost strong enough to make me weak! I said “Jaden why don’t you give him a break? I saw his face dude and you’re killing him!” Just then Jaden stood up and said “ maybe you’re right. Besides, I’m almost gassed out.”

Then he pushed me aside and locked his bedroom door with a padlock thru the latch at the top of the door. I said “What the fuck are you doing man? Let me outta here!!” He said “Why don’t you take off your coat and stay awhile. I insist!!!” With that he shoved me onto the bed and sucker punched me in the nuts. Fuck, that shit really hurt to!! I rolled up on the bed in the fetal position and I saw his feet on both side of my head.

He rolled me onto my back and I had enough strength to put my hands up to keep him from sitting on me. I seriously fought with all my might but with all his weight and the pain in my nuts it was too much. He sat down full weight onto my face and started rubbing his bubbly ass right in to my nose.

“Yea, work that nose into my crack!! You love this ass boy!! Smell it! Smell it! You better start sniffing or You’ll be my fart cushion too!” I mumbled “Okay, Okay! Sit up some first I can’t breathe!” As he sat up he put his weight on my mouth so I could only breathe thru my nose.

He looked over his shoulder grinning and he knew what he had done. I thought to myself “Ohhh, shit” and right then his ass opened up with an SBD from hell!! He usually has the sputtering farts but not this time. Pure methane! “There is the rotten egger I was waiting for!! Lucky for you, you get to smell it before Luke!! Aren’t you glad you came over when you did? You would have missed it!!”

Then he slowly sat back down on my face trapping the smell in my nose. My lungs were burning and it smelled so bad that I literally tasted it!! He sat like that about 2 minutes or so leaning up every so often trying to push another fart out but he was done. “ I should sit here and smother you with my smelly ass since I wasted the best fart on you! Now I can’t torture Luke anymore!!” Then I heard Luke mumble thru his gag “Thank goodness!!” Jaden said “ don’t get too happy fartface!! There’s another game on tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll win that one too!!” Then he got off of me and unlocked the door.

“You can go now but remember this if you wanna play the hero again! Hahahaha!! Take my stinky present with you!” He started laughing hysterically and told me he hoped I enjoyed it. Then he went over and was about to untie Luke when I heard him say “Uh Oh” and he turned around and sat on Luke’s face again. I see Luke trying hard as hell to buck Jaden off of him but it’s too late. I hear “Ahhh!! Damn that one was better!!!” I knew  from Luke’s reaction that it was a smelly silent one again. If it was anything like I had to endure then I felt bad for him! With that I said “I’m outta here!”

I’m posted in the corner of a room, at a house party, brooding. I’m alone in this billiard room with a free pool table in front of me, but my focus is on a dancing couple in the next room. My closeted boyfriend Nick is currently dancing with his girlfriend. I’m fine with him being in the closet and I believe he should only come out when he’s ready, but I do have a problem with him needing to have a girlfriend to protect his image (his words not mine). My brooding is interrupted by someone posting them self next to me. I see that it’s Scott Greene. He’s on the wrestling team and is both muscular and at the same time pudgy. Like me he’s also openly gay and he’s pretty hot. I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t checked out his massively plump ass when he walks past me in the halls. We both travel in different circles and have never really had a chance to talk; until now.

“Nick isn’t worth it; you can do so much better.” Scott says casually. I break into a cold sweat at his implication. Nick wants us to remain a secret.

“I don’t know what you mean. If you’re trying to say Nick and me are in a relationship then you’re sadly mistaken. Nick isn’t even gay.” I say trying not to freak out.

Scott gives me a knowing smirk. “My mistake let me make it up to you; how about a game of pool while we get to know each other” Scott says, already setting up the pool table. Completely dumbfounded I don’t know how to reply.

Once the balls are set up, Scott grabs a pool stick and makes his way to the corner of the table located in front of me, mumbling something about ‘testing it out’. He leans over the table getting a feel for the pool stick and my mouth goes dry. Scott’s wearing a green shirt and a tight pair of white shorts that accentuates his huge bubbly ass cheeks, especially with him bent over like that. I realize that I’ve been caught gawking when I glance over and see Scott looking back at me over his shoulder with a smirk.

“Look all you want man but I’d be cautious around this big fella if I were you” Scott says as he reaches back and gives his ass a smack making his meaty globes wobble. “He likes to do things like this… NGGH” Scott suddenly scrunches his face up and grunts to my utter confusion.

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“Ah, quite often”

I’m startled as a 6 second, quacking fart fires out of Scott’s ass. It quickly fills the corner that I’ve been hiding in all night. The rotten egg stench has me gagging and I feel my dick starting to stiffen in my pants. Manly acts and smells like this is what secretly drew me to Nick.

Scott starts wafting the air behind his ass, towards me, while still wearing that same smirk. “Stop ogling my ass and let’s play a game or else I’m going to butt bomb you out of that corner. I mean it; you’ll smell why I’ve earned the nickname Skunk on the wrestling team” Scott finishes his threat by swaying his bulbous ass for side to side making his meaty cheeks slightly jiggle.

Scott’s words have me feeling lightheaded and my dick hardening by the second. Although I want to challenge his threat, I don’t want to cum in my pants, embarrassing myself, so I decide to play him in a game. I’m at a party so I might as well have fun.

And I do have fun with Scott. I forget all about Nick during our game. Scott’s constantly making me laugh. He’s also heavily flirting with me and I eagerly reciprocate.  But the best part of all is when ever we’re standing by each other or walking past the other, Scott makes sure to rip a fart on me. Fhhhtt… On my leg. Pphhhtt… On my ass. Brrpp… On my hand. Rrrhhsss… On my shoulder while I’m leaning over the table to take my shot. Scott rips over a dozen farts on me during the game and my cock throbs with every one of his gassy emissions.

After 30 minutes of playing, only the 8 ball is left and it’s my turn. “Looks like I’m going to take this Scott” I gloat.

Scott gives me a knowing grin. “Since you’re so confident, how about a little wager then?” I look at him intrigued so he continues, “If I win, then I get 3 kisses from you tonight whenever I ask for one.” Scott’s grin turns impish as he finishes with, “Since you don’t have a boyfriend I see no problem with that” I can’t help but chuckle as I feel myself blushing a bit.

If I’m being honest, Nick isn’t really my boyfriend even though he says he is. He only calls me up when he wants a hand-job or a bj and that’s about it. In 30 minutes Scott has easily proven to be such a better catch. I’d be a dumbass to let Scott slip away, so I take a chance.

I go along with Scott’s little bet. “Alright I agree to that. But if I win then you have to take me out on a date”  

At first Scott looks shocked but after a few seconds a sexy little smirk dawns his face. “You got yourself a deal. Now why don’t you take your shot”

As I lean over the pool table and ready myself, Scott moves behind me and turns around so our backs are facing each other. When I align my pool stick with the cue ball Scott backs his ass into me. I feel his warm huge ass cheeks covering my own ass and even some of the small of my back. As I make contact with the ball…

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Scott rips a 10 second, beastly fart on me that shakes me to the bone and causes me to miss the shot. Before I can call Scott out on his dirty trick, the stench of rotten fish and onions gets me coughing and my eyes watering. Scott sighs with relief and jauntily makes his way around the table.

“Looks like you missed handsome. Guess it’s my turn” Scott says and finishes off with a wink.

I scoff and mutter “cheater” causing Scott to snicker.

“Hey I’m always gassy and realized too late that you were in my blast zone. If anything I call my gassy condition a handicap.” Scott says with a little dastardly grin. I scoff once again but can’t hide the grin on my face.

Once Scott takes his shot, he hits the 8 ball but it comes to a complete stop with it just barely hanging over the edge of the pocket. I aim to tease Scott but he surprises me as he turns around, leans slightly forward, and pressing his bulbous ass against the side of the pool table. My cock hardens against my side of the table as I watch his bubbly ass cheeks overflow his side of the table and nearly make contact with the green cloth. Scott takes a deep breath and grunts.

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Scott rips his second monster fart of the night against the pool table and causes the whole thing to rumble. I watch in astonishment as the entire table vibrates and makes the 8 ball fall into the pocket.

Scott sighs in relief, “Ah well looks like I win” he boasts and then walks back over to me with a cocky swagger. I’m too amazed and turned on to even think about challenging him.

When Scott reaches me he pulls me in by the waist until are fronts are pressed against each other. I stifle a moan as my hard-on bumps against his thigh. A devilish grin pops on Scott’s face.

“Well, well, well… Could my Skunk tricks be what’s got you all excited?” Scott whispers with his face inches from mine. Before I can give an excuse he continues, “No matter, I won our bet and I’m taking my first kiss right now.”

Scott’s face surges forward and our lips meet. I moan into his mouth and feel fireworks going off as Scott pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss. Sadly it’s ended by someone clearing their throat.

Behind us, are two guys standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen. I recognize them from the wrestling team. One of them addresses Scott with a smirk.

“Now I’m glad you finally got your crush Scott, but why don’t you two find an empty bedroom upstairs. We want to play pool.” For some reason Scott is blushing but he plays it off with a chuckle.

Scott looks at me and takes my hand. “Let’s head to the kitchen and get something to drink.” I nod and tell him ‘sure’.

As Scott’s teammates near the pool table, they both recoil and cover their noses with their hands. “Oh gross Skunk! Did you have to nuke the room?”

Scott snickers at their reaction.”Ha-ha, breathe it in boys. That’s the sweet smell of victory. In fact, I think the two of you should get more acquainted with the smell.”

Scott strides towards them until he’s within a foot of them and then spins around. He then bends his knees, arches his back, and pushes his ass out in their direction. A look of horror quickly washes over Scott’s soon-to-be victims’ faces.

“Whoa there Skunk, let’s not do anything rash.” One of them says trying to placate Scott. It doesn’t work. Scott balls his hands into fists, closes on eye, and grunts.

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A 30 second mammoth of a fart comes roaring out of Scott’s ass so loud that it can be heard over the booming music coming from the other room. The stench of rotten eggs combined with musk quickly fills the room and has my eyes watering. Sadly, Scott’s victims have it worse. 5 seconds into the fart, both of Scott’s teammates fall to their knees gagging, but Scott isn’t finished with them. Scott moves backwards some, while still releasing this one gargantuan fart, and douses both their faces point blank with his butt fumes. As Scott’s fart comes to a sputtering end, his teammates are on their hands and knees dry-heaving.

“Ah now that’s the smell of victory gentlemen. You need to get used to it when the Skunk’s around” Scott tells them, as he wafts his fart their way.

Suddenly clapping and laughter comes from the kitchen doorway and I notice more of Scott’s teammates standing there; applauding Scott and laughing at their two teammates’ suffering. Scott gives them a playful bow before walking back over to me, taking my hand, and leading us to the kitchen.

“Out of the way guys, before I decide to Skunk the whole lot of you” Scott says, playfully threatening them. The group laughs as they part to let us through before making their way to the pool table.

We’re alone in the kitchen as the door closes behind us. Before we can get something to drink I tell Scott that I’ve got to use the bathroom, but Scott doesn’t let my hand go when I try to leave. Scott’s wearing an impish smirk when I turn to look at him flummoxed. With a powerful tug on my arm, Scott pulls me into a side hug. Before I can react Scott swivels his hips, pressing his plump ass against my thigh.

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Scott rips a 3 second fart on my leg. The sulfuric stench reaches my nose a moment later and it nearly has my knees buckling. Scott sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against my thigh, grinding his stench in.

“Ah, thought I’d give you a little incentive to not take too long” Scott says as he finishes marking me with his butt stench. I try to subtly hide my hard-on when Scott releases me.

Before I can leave the kitchen and head down the hallway, Scott teases me. “When you get back I’ll have our drinks. Just be aware that there’s a 50/50 chance that I’ll fart in your drink.” I stumble at that causing Scott to snicker and add, “Ha-ha, scratch that, there’s a 99% chance that I’ll be farting in your drink.”

I find the bathroom down the hall, just before the staircase that leads upstairs. After using the bathroom I’m surprised to find Nick standing there when I open the door. And he looks irritated.

“I’ve seen you getting close with that butterball all night” Nick’s comment rubs me the wrong way.

“His name is Scott and thanks to him I’m having fun at this party.”

Nick quickly looks left and right, making sure we’re still alone before responding. Over the next few minutes we get into a quietly heated argument. Things take a turn for the worst as I find myself trapped between Nick and the hallway wall.

“Fine then maybe I should remind you why I’m so much better for you than that lard-ass” He growls at me through gritted teeth. Nick quickly grasps my head in his hands, and forces me into a sloppy and disgusting kiss. I try to push him off of me but he has at least 50 pounds of muscle on me.

Just as I feel Nick’s tongue probing my lips, he’s pulled off of me and shoved against the other wall. Scott now has Nick trapped against a wall and delivers a strong punch to his gut. Nick groans as he slides down the wall and falls onto his knees.

Scott rushes over to me with a look of concern. “Are you okay?”

I give him a nod. “I am thanks to you. You came just in time.”

Unfortunately our moment is interrupted by Nick’s labored voice. “Ugh, what the hell is your problem fat-ass?” Scott slowly turns towards Nick with a look of scorn that even has me feeling nervous.

“My problem is with some dick head forcing himself on a guy I like. And it’s funny that you bring up my ‘fat-ass’ because you’re about to get real acquainted with it.”

With that Scott purposely strides towards Nick whose still on his knees, with his back against the wall. As Scott nears him, he reaches back and pulls his shorts down just bellow his huge ass. My jaw drops as I watch his bare bulbous ass cheeks spill out into the open. And it’s almost hypnotizing to watch his bubbly ass cheeks jiggle and bounce as he closes in on Nick.

“What the hell are you doing? G-Get away from me” Nick says meekly when Scott stops just in front of him. Scott sneers down at him.

“No man, I’m gonna help you out. You wanna partake in some kissing action and I’ve got a perfectly willing partner just for you”

Scott turns around, putting his plump naked ass within a foot of Nick’s face. Nick looks on in horror as he tries to back away but quickly realizes that he has no escape.

Scott reaches back with one hand to open his meaty globes, and holds Nick’s head still with the other. With a few quick steps back, Scott lodges Nick’s face in between his watermelon sized butt cheeks. “And in you go” Scott says cheekily.  

“NOO! MMMMM” is all Nick can get out before he’s submerged into Scott voluptuous ass. I take a few steps to the side to get a better view of Nick and I nearly cream myself from what I see. Scott’s meaty ass cheeks have completely engulfed Nick’s head and are making contact with the hallway wall. Not an inch of Nick’s head is visible to the outside world.

For a few moments Scott undulates his ass over Nick’s face working him in deeper, if that’s even possibly. Scott then bends at the knees, arches his back, curls is hands into fists, and in a strained voice says, “NNHG… Now you two lovebirds have fun back there… UGGGHH”

And with that Scott begins to obliterate Nick’s face.

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“Pucker up Casanova we’re just getting started…FFGHH”

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“I hope you enjoyed that stinky smooch because I’m sending another one your way”

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“You screaming in my ass must mean you want an open mouth kiss. Well I’m happy to oblige”

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“Ah, there’s a nice and juicy one just for you buddy”

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“Brace yourself Nicky because this next kiss might literally blow you away… NNGGHHH”

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Scott lights up Nick’s face with one monster fart after another. The hanging pictures aligning the wall shake with every beastly fart Scott rips on Nick’s trapped head. Two of the picture fall after Scott releases his last fart that lasts over a minute.

A wet squelch echoes through the vacant hallway as Scott easies off of Nick’s face. Nick’s face is a wreck. His face is red and wet from tears, his own sweat, and Scott’s ass sweat. Surprisingly Nick’s still conscious and weakly muttering ‘So smelly’ over and over again.

Scott looks down at Nick, seemingly annoyed that he’s still conscious, before bending down and lugging Nick’s limp body over his shoulder. Scott makes his way up the stairs and I follow them. I’m enraptured with the sight of Nick’s upside down face smacking against Scott’s naked plump ass with every step he takes up the stairs. Every few steps, Scott lets out a small poot in Nick’s face, making him groan.

After a few tries we find an empty bedroom upstairs and take it. As I close and lock the door, Scott tosses Nick onto the bed and arranges him so his head’s hanging off the edge. With that Scott turns around and drops his sweaty bulbous ass onto Nick’s facial features once again. And again, Nick’s head is blocked off from the outside world. Nick weakly tries to shove Scott off of him but Scott barely reacts. Scott simply leans a bit to the side, closes one eye, and grunts.

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Scott rips a 4 second meaty fart on Nick’s face that completely drains the fight out of him. Scott sighs in relief and then awards me with a charming smile. He pats the empty spot next to him. “Take a seat man; let’s get to know each other better.”

I sit next to him and for the next few minutes we talk. What makes this conversation so hot is that all through it Scott tortures Nick with his gas.

“So any siblings” fffhhtt, “That’s cool I just got a brother” pppbbfff, “He’s a year younger and just as gassy as me” bbrrppp, “Ha you better believe it” rrmmmbbb, “Maybe I’ll invite you over next time we get in a farting contest” ppffhhtt, “You can be the judge” ffvvpp, “So any plans next year” pppmmmfff, “No shit, I’m going to the same college” bbhhhttt, “Maybe when can room up together” rrrppfff, “Ha-ha I’m sure I can convince you into rooming with me” fffuuubbb

I’m about to ask Scott an important question but he stops me as he holds up a finger and says, “Hold on a second. I gotta fart and it’s going to be a doozy” With that Scott starts to grunt and strain. His face is beet red and is etched with a look of complete concentration.

“If you’re still alive down there dude then this is the end for you. Nighty-night Nick… UUGGHHH”

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A two minute behemoth of a fart comes raging out of Scott’s ass and right into Nick’s face. The massive fart has the whole bed quaking the entire time. Half way through the fart Nick’s arms spasm for a few seconds before falling limp at his sides. Scott sighs in relief and wipes the sweat off his brow as his fart comes to an end.

“So you were saying” Scott prompts me, with a contented smile.

“Oh-um, I was just wondering, even though I lost our bet, if um, I could take you out on a date.” I stammer out.

“I’d like that” Scott says with a genuine grin but then it turns devilish as he continues, “Speaking of our bet you still owe me  two more kisses and I think it’s time for me to collect.” Scott raises himself off of Nick’s face to show that he is incapacitated and covered in another coating of Scott’s ass sweat. Scott makes his way in between my legs and turns around. I’m nearly drooling at the sight of Scott’s naked bubbly globes within inches of my face. Scott then leans forward, and reaches back with both hands to spread his thick cheeks. I’m gifted with the view of his winking asshole. The smell of his stale and lingering butt fumes poisons the air around me and it’s intoxicating.

“Come on in babe. Why don’t you give your new boyfriend a kiss on the lips” I don’t need to be told twice. I dive face first into the sweaty trench of his huge ass. And once my lips make contact with his wrinkled butthole, Scott goes all out.

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“Oh that felt good”

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“Ah take a whiff of that”

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“Uh-oh brace for impact babe. Here comes the big one… HHNNGG”

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Scott rips an immense 45 second fart point blank in my face and into my open mouth. My cheeks inflate as the huge amount of gas forces its way down my gullet. I can both taste and smell the noxious and eggy flavor of his butt fumes. It’s almost overwhelming and if his fart lasted any longer I would have probably passed out.

Scott helps me to stand up and keeps his hands on my hips to steady me. “So how was that?” Scott asks me cautiously.

“It was great. When can I take you on a date so we can do it again” my response gets a chuckle out of Scott before he kisses me on the tip of my nose.

“Ha that’s my boy. I can drive us to Taco Bell and you can buy us dinner. That shit gives me the worst gas. You’re in for a treat tonight babe.” Scott says and gives me a wink.

I wake up from a nap from a brutal night I just had, strapped to Randy’s chair with Marks very large sweat filled underwear crammed in my mouth still, I can tell the cook out has started as upstairs sounds like a dance club. Seems as if the whole floor upstairs in popping and cracking I can see the floor bowing, imagining the worst I picture the living room and kitchen full of very large half naked sweaty guys scratching their ass and farting and burping eager to have their way with me. Trying to remain positive and telling myself it will all be over soon and I will be at

home before I know it. The voice of Randy and Mark shout out above all the guys “who’s ready to have some real fun” without hesitation it sounded like a stampede has started and I hear the door knob make a clinging noise as the door flys open. I hear Randy say over everyone “before the fun starts I have some rules”, as he is trying to hold back the laughter. Rule 1 there will be no anal penetration on him. Then there’s a moment of silence, Randy says” and that’s it get in line”. Randy walks over to me, The word “spank” on his ass is all I see as he removes Marks briefs from my mouth. I lift my head to see at least 15 guys all had to be 480lbs and up. Some of the guys naked and some of them in swim speedos that looked to be swallowed by their fat. Randy running his fat fingers through my hair says .. “anything goes boy, hope your ready for a looooong day and night”. Almost in tears the first enormous hairy superchub makes his way to me. His large thighs swings over my face and body, slowly lowering his body onto me, I get a mouth full of his big hairy balls, my face pinned under his soft jiggly belly I start to feel his cock get hard and pressing up against my face .. getting bigger and bigger. He fat chub cock fills my mouth at the same time I feel hands groping my cock and balls. This superchub is pounding my mouth, sounds like his friends are clapping but I can feel that it is his massive ass cheeks on top of me smacking together , drenched in his body sweat I hear a loud roar as his hot thick juices shoot down my throat. His big sweaty balls peel off my chin ,I feel I am being unstrapped From the chair. Nervous as hell but also kinda turned on by what had just happened. I feel a swift movement . I smell a familiar odor hovering over my face. Forcing my eyes open from all the crotch and belly sweat I see Mark’s hairy giant ass, cheeks spread as far as he can get them. “Poof” my head was gone submerged in his ass crack. Smelling horrid , worse then it did yesterday. I feel my arms being pinned and strapped at my side and my legs pinned and strapped straight. Mark stands up pushing a fart out as it relieves my face from his ass.

I am laying there helpless looking at the room of all these super obese horny guys of all ages, licking their lips, playing with their balls and cock, hearing farts slip out here and there seems as if all of them are dripping in sweat as it is so hot in this basement.Randy just sitting back in his other chair with a beer smirking enjoying the show. I hear a guy say “ok Bob-o, you ready” this kid had to be low 20’s in age and about 5’8 500lbs . Just this massive smooth superchub boy. His belly gently sliding across my face as he gets on top of me in a 69 position. Then BAM he plops his huge body on me his big smooth balls resting on my mouth feeling his full weight as his legs are spread out. I am literally trapped under this kid, can’t even budge . I can feel his warm mouth playing with my cock. I close my eyes for a moment of enjoyment only to be quickly opened to a dark shadow, there’s a line forming behind this boys huge bubbly ass. Confused on what exactly is going on here the first guy comes up to this boys ass. My face is a few inches away of watching these superchub cocks pounding this boys ass. My nose constantly being pinched Inbetween all these asses as they take their turns. I’m drenched in my sweat and the sweat from all these asses. I’m chocking and gaging. After 2 hours of this,the last superchub in line smacks the boys ass, quietly says “ok bob-o, you ready for your part” Bob-o shakes his big perfect bubble ass from side to side and then scoots up and leans back . His ass filled and dripping with cum. He must of had like a half gallon on warm cum inside him. I slowly start to see cum oozing from his clean ass. The flow is getting thicker and thicker . Trying to keep my mouth shut I feel these big manly hands on my balls , he tugs and twist my balls . My mouth opens as I scream in pain, biiig mistake my face now engulfed in this boys ass my mouth stuck open I can feel the warmth and taste the cum squirting in my mouth and covering my face . This boy starts riding my face, my head bouncing from the couch to his ass until all the cum that was in him was now down my throat and on my face . This 500 pound boy slowly gets up. Feels like my face has been dunked in slime. I feel a rag wiping my face. After my face was cleaned I seen that it wasn’t a rag it was Marks briefs that was being wiped all over my face. My jaw dropped” thinking to myself , I don’t want to do this anymore just please please let me go” a few of the bigger guys have lifted me up and then turned me over stomach side down. I was being lowered face first into the 500 pound superchub smooth bubbly ass. Another hairy superchub sat on me as he grabbed my hair, forcing me to lick and clean every inch of this kids ass.. I tried doing it as quickly as I could so it could be over with. It still ended up taking me 45 min of my tongue going across his ass. Down In his crack to his hole and balls before all the cum and sweat was gone.