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Is this what straight boys do? And they call us abominationsâŚ
âStupid faggot, I said I wanted a THREE egg omelette. Is it so fucking dumb it canât count? Here let Me show you, count them out retardâ
As each egg was cracked on its skull the slave dutifully screamed the number, trying to ignore the slimy mess running down its face, into its eyes and mouth. To its horror its Owner then crammed the shells into its mouth.
âSo when that shit has dried AND it has disposed of all the shells it can beg at the door to be let in to try againâ.Â
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115 Ways to Use and Abuse a Raunchy Faggot
In honor of the New Year, i decided to do a service for all the Men out there whose New Yearâs resolution is to âuse more faggots.â Here are 115 ways for Tops, Alphas, Doms, Superiors and Sirs to use and abuse a raunchy bottom, faggot, pig, slave or sub:
Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.
Train him to deepthroat your cock.
Fuck his face, balls-deep, like itâs a pussy.
Cock slap him.
Make him lick your sweaty balls.
Straddle his face and teabag him.
Spit on him.
Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.
Make him clean your dirty hole when you havenât showered.
Piss on him.
Piss down his throat.
Piss in his ass.
Make him drink your piss from a glass.
Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.
Finger his hole.
Fuck his ass.
Spank him.
Paddle him or whip him.
Fuck him with a dildo.
Make him clean a dildo after itâs been in his ass, your ass or another faggotâs ass.
Tie him up and use his holes.
Smack or slap his face.
Call him names.
Tag team him with a buddy.
Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.
Whore him out to friends or strangers.
Make him sniff and lick your piss-, shit- and/or cum-stained underwear.
Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when youâre fucking him.
Cum on his face.
Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.
Cum on his ass.
Cum directly down his throat.
Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.
Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.
Make him eat your cum off your buddyâs cock.
Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.
Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.
Cum on food and make him eat it.
Save your loads on a cum rag, jockstrap or pair of underwear when you jerk off; when the cum rag is rank and full, make him suck the cum crust out of it.
Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.
Make him suck your cock while youâre taking a shit (i.e., give you a blumpkin).
Use his tongue as toilet paper after you take a dump.
Make him eat your shit.
Make him eat his own shit.
Make him jerk off with shit.
Make him smear his body with shit.
Flick or twist his nipples.
Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.
Make him lick your dirty toilet, or a public toilet, clean.
Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).
Piss on his underwear, or take a dump in his underwear, then make him wear them home.
Fart in his faggot face.
Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.
Fuck his face until he vomits, then make him clean the puke off your cock.
Donât let him cum.
Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.
Make him eat his own cum.
Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.
Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.
Position him beneath you while youâre fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggotâs hole.
Make him eat your ass while youâre fucking another faggot.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.
Make him eat your load out of another faggotâs ass.
Make him clean out another faggotâs ass after youâve fucked it.
Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.
Finger your ass, then make him sniff and/or suck your stink finger.
Tie his cock and balls with a shoelace.
Blindfold him when you use him.
Fist his hole.
Fuck him with a condom and make him drink the cum out of it.
Make him drink the cum out of used condoms (e.g., at a party, at the bathhouse, at the park).
Cum in his ass.
Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.
Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.
Make him lick your feet.
Use him as a footrest.
Make him give you a massage or footrub.
Hock a loogie in his face or down his throat.
Blow your nose on him.
Shoot a snot rocket in his mouth.
Take him to a bar; when his beerâs empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.
Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows heâs a faggot.
Shave his body.
Shave his head.
Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.
Keep him in chastity.
Decide what he wears.
Make him wear a collar and leash.
Keep him in a cage.
Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).
Make him sniff poppers, then use him.
If youâre uncut, make him clean and eat the smegma from your cock.
Make him wear a ball gag.
Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.
Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.
Torture him with hot wax.
Make him give himself an enema â with water, or perhaps your piss â while you watch.
Give yourself an enema, then release it all over his face or body.
Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.
Engage him in forced workouts.
Fuck him with found objects around your home (e.g., a broom handle, a beer bottle, a carrot, a cucumber, a wooden spoon).
Make him beg for your cock.
Feed him your pre-cum.
Make him lick your sweaty pits.
Make him call you âMasterâ or âSir.â
Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.
Cum in his ass, then make him fart your cum into his hand and eat it.
Felch your cum out of his ass, then feed it to him.
Make him lick you head to toe.
Make him pick your pubes out of your underwear or off your toilet and eat them.
Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.
Make him lick your boots.
Make him do a strip tease for you.
Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).
Of course, there are hundreds more ways to use and abuse a faggot. If your New Yearâs resolution is to use more faggots, however, i hope this list gives you some ideas for how to be successful. Happy New Year, Sirs!
*For the record, iâm not personally into all the items on this list, although i would do many of them. Rather than a list of things iâm into, therefore, consider it a âmenuâ that Men can consult when using a raunchy faggot.
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My Jock Friends Bitch Part 1
This story is completely fictional. Let me know what you think. It revolves around bondage, facesitting/farting.
My name is Chris, I guess Iâm one of those guys who isnât overly gay, at least to the degree where I have mostly straight guy friends.
The hardest part about being gay surrounded by breeders is that some of them are fucking hot. This one friend of mine called Josh, damn. How do I describe him⌠shaggy, short thick brown hair, blue eyes, strong athletic build and an ass that bounces oh so perfectly whenever he walks.
The thing is Josh is pretty simple, he loves his sport, drinking and of course girls. He often finds it hard to get them interested though because of his height. You see Iâm tall and lean, heâs shorter and whilst heâs a dream to me, most girls want a tall guy to look up to and parade around with.
Whenever me and Josh talk about girls he always tells me funny stories. Like this love of dominance he has, about girls he pins down and has fun with. It rarely happens though, this is why we love to go overseas.
The last time Josh and I went overseas was a time I will never, ever forget. God just thinking of the trip makes me horny.
So when weâre over in Bali or Thailand (popular party islands for Australian guys) we go to clubs with cheap drinks and loose girls. Josh will literally go for any one taller than him with a slim waist so he can fulfill his dominant fantasies. Most girls there only take a $40 tip to become yours for a night!
I end up as damage control getting off on the fact he takes his shirt off and dances moving that perfect core and ass all around the dance floor.
This one hot night in Thailand we were at this crazy bar with men and women everywhere. Weâd been drinking for hours and in the humidity of Thailand you get drunk fast.
We split up as I was getting bored of Josh waiting for some poor taller chick to flirt with him so he could pounce.
âJosh, man Iâve gotta take a leak, just call me if you decide to leave k?â He gave me his sexy wink and kept dancing barely comprehending my words. I smiled giddy drunk walking and swaying to the mensroom. Damn this bar is weird, I saw so many girls but so many of them were ugly as fuck.
As Iâm nearing the toilets this pretty girl ushers me aside and starts dressing me up. âI will make you gorgeous gurlll Australian men make sexy woman! Just stand hereâ she put a long brown wig on my head and tied my shirt up to show of my lean waist. I felt like a cheap adult entertainer but then she made me wear these uncomfortable heels and boom I was changed. I couldnât stop laughing as I stumbled to the bathroom with makeup now on my face batting hair out of my eyes.
The next few hours were a blur but when I got back to the hotel Josh was no where to be found. I wondered if heâd found some poor girl to torment yet!
I passed out fully dressed from all the liquor and melted into the comfortable king bed.
Iâd barely closed my eyes when I was rudely awoken by a massive slap to the face! âWake up you stupid bitch, daddy wants to play and youâre going to look at him whilst he enjoys your whore bodyâŚâ I was speechless, as I looked up I saw Josh glistening in sweat, drunk as ever and now holding some tape in his mouth.
I went to reply and realised I couldnât speak heâd gagged my mouth with his used jocks from yesterday. âMMPH MMMPH!!!â I managed to yell into his jock gag.
âShut up slut tonight daddy is going to try something new and exciting, for me of courseâ
It was then I realised Josh didnât realise it was me!!! He was so drunk that he thought I was some cheap tall hooker Iâd organised for him. Oh my God what am I going to do!?!?
Suddenly he leaned down face to face and started whispering softly. 'Tonight youâre going to have the honour and privilege of worshiping me slut. Letâs get startedâ
I started having a panic attack and freaking out by kicking and punching but heâd pinned my arms to the bed and my head was secured in between a large amount of pillows.
He stood over me and leaned down to remove my gag, before I could yell he sat down on my face in his dirty stained underwear and started moaning. 'Thatâs right bitch, daddy needs a goood cleanâ
I started tossing my head to try and escape but I couldnât budge, so I just firmly kept my mouth shut and tried pushing him off. Suddenly he pulled down his shorts to reveal some kind of jock strap with extra straps on the sides. I started screaming and he just laughed 'stupid bitch Iâll teach you to yell at your master slutty girl!â Suddenly I realised why he had the tape.
He started running it around my neck and his abs to pull me into his crack, it smelt like sweaty shit and unwashed odor of a locker room! I want to throw up but he kept taping until my nose was starting to flatten against his dirty hole.
'Ahhh there we are, now are you comfortable slut?â He said out loud proudly.
I tried to reply but he just started sitting back in the bed and my head just started disappearing into the sheets and his ass! Omg Iâm going to suffocate under his jock ass holy shit!!!
To be continuedâŚ
Fart coffin
Hey guys, thanks for all the love on My Jock Friends Bitch story I wrote a while back. Thought Iâd do some short stories for now. Let me know what you think, feel free to message me requests.
It was four o'clock, sunny afternoon in the Australian summer down south. I could feel the sweat sticking my shirt to my back as I walked to my friends place.
My friend Jack has a pool, so Iâm always over there when itâs hot. Heâs straight as nails but we get along really well. Heâs into sport, Iâm into more nerdy stuff like gaming and study but we find mutual ground.
Whilst walking the last few blocks I think about the sight of Jack in his thin board shorts, whenever he gets out of the pool itâs like a Davidoff commercial in slow motion and his shorts cling to his ass and legs leaving nothing to the imagination.
Heâs shorter than me given my height but damn his body is ripped and his ass and legs are hairy and thick!
âAbout time you showed up, pools ready mateâ Jack yelled to me over the fence. I ran right in and we both stripped off to our boardshorts and leapt in.
You see after weâd swim he always wants to sunbake then watch footy on TV. I get super horny watching him wet and on display so I say I want a nap and can I use his bed.
Heâs pretty Simple and never clues on that I just go upstairs to his room and masterbate using his soiled underwear.
This guy has the most amazing musk, imagine a footy players jocks, after a day of sweating and farting, now rubbed on your face, that kind of sexy!
So I went upstairs as usual and lay down with a pair of black underwear from his laundry basket. This guy always leaves his jocks laying around.
This time it was easy because heâd left his black pair on top of the basket after his shower, the ass area was covered in skid marks and smelt absolutely amazing.
As I positioned myself on his bed I raised the jocks to my face ready to jack off to his manly scent.
Jackâs bed was one of those throw together crate style beds made from specially designed wooden crates and timber bars to make it look real industrial. Then he had two rectangular cut mattresses side by side to make it soft and the linen on top.
I lay in the centre of the two mattresses and began inhaling his scent. The skid marks were real bad this time and real chalky and flakey it was strange but damn I was turned on. As I lay there jacking off I felt sooo relaxed, so horny and so sleepy from the sun and swimming.
1hr later
As I open my eyes I realise I was really tired because I did end up taking a nap. I go to sit up and realise my hands are by my side and my head is firmly locked in place. The next reaction I have is to move my legs but they canât bend. My arms and legs are stuck in some kind of wooden box and my head well, my head is free but all I can see is Jackâs ceiling.
Suddenly I hear the door slam and Jackâs radio start to blare his favourite rock station. I yell out, âJack???? Jack help?! Iâm stuck!!!!â
âHey faggot, I know exactly where you areâ Jack says loudly as his head leans over above mine and I see him smirking.
âWhat have you done?!?!?!?â I yell terrified now starting to worry.
âEnough out of you cushion, Iâve finished sun baking and it appears you easily took the bait. You see I left you something special with my skid marks this time, something to help you ârestââ he said sarcastically.
I started to panic, he knew about my fetish? Oh shit whatâs he gonna say?
âPlease Jack donât hurt me Iâm so sorry it was just a stupid thing I didnât mean to-â
â-shut the fuck up and stop your whining, Iâve known about your fetish for a while and itâs time for paybackâ
I still didnât understand what was happening but suddenly he lifted one of his mattress halves above his head and started lowering it onto my head! I started to scream, is he trying to suffocate me?!?!?
All I can see is darkness and Iâm trapped with little air under his mattress. I hear a strange noise above me until suddenly light comes streaming in. Heâs cut a hole above my head thank God.
'Jack please just let me go Iâll make it up to you I swear, if you donât Iâll fucking kick your ass this is messed up!!!â
'Oh youâll kiss my ass alright, and much more fagâ Jack said as he stood above me. All I could see was up his shorts, he wasnât wearing any underwear.
Jack suddenly started bending down and lowered his ass towards my face until my nose and face were engulfed in his beefy ass. 'Mmmmmmph mmmmmm MMMPH!â I muffled under his jock ass but nothing legible was heard.
I heard Jack begin to laugh then he raised up and let me breathe.
After a couple seconds he pulled his shorts down slightly and began to lower down again. My screaming was quickly silenced by his ass, though already drowned out by his music!
Over an hour passed of this ass prison torture before I heard a loud knock on the door.
'Jack itâs mum, can I come in??â She yelled.
I felt so relieved to know his plan was foiled. But then he replied, 'yes! One minute!â
Jack quickly stood up smirking and lay down flat, his ass on top of me this time laying down! He pulled the blanket up over his body only showing his face and completely hid me from sight.
Before he replied to his mum he said to me 'youâre my little slave now bitch, youâre in a fart coffin I slid into one of the crates that make up my bed. I hope you enjoy Dutch ovens!
As he said those words I began to scream muffled by his ass when he released a disgustingly wet and long fart right into my mouth!! I could barely breathe! I tried screaming again so he farted even louder. The stench was suffocating I could barely breathe then he yelled âcome in mum just restingâ
His mum came in and sat with him on the bed having a chat.
'Jack I hope youâre feeling ok, seems a bit stuffy in here letâs open some windows. Dinner is in the fridge if you get hungry, dad and I will be available on our mobiles the whole week away. stay safe darling, maybe you can invite that gay friend of yours over, you know he looks up to you!â She said whilst kissing him, unknowingly leaning over the very kid she was discussing.
âOf course mum, he does look up to meâ Jack said with a smile whilst farting again into my trapped face.
âIâll always keep him closeâ
The Fart Box Pt. 1: Setting Up
(Sorry this took so long. Life gets busy.)
Kelsey Sutton couldnât help but stare at her boyfriend. He was just so attractive. Mike Carrow was the strong, muscular captain of the football team, and she was so happy to have him. He was tall and had big arms and a toned physique. His dark brown hair was combed to the side, and his very green eyes contrasted perfectly against his tan skin. He had the jawline of a god and a luscious, grabbable bubble butt. The two of them were sitting in the brand new car his parents had given to him for his seventeenth birthday. The windows were open and Kelseyâs dyed blonde hair whipped around in the breeze. Kelsey watched out of the corner of her eye as her window began rolling up. She turned her glance at Mike. His old car had had the old-fashioned crank windows that couldnât be controlled by the driver, but this car had power windows. Mike smirked as a sound like a wet sheet ripping in half broke through the relative silence. Kelsey knew exactly what that sound meant. She tried to put her window back down, but it wouldnât budge. âCool. They actually work.â Mike chuckled. Kelsey looked confused, so Mike clarified for her. âThe window locks.â âOh, no!â âOh, yes.â Mike laughed as the smell of his fart filled his new car. Kelsey could only describe it as rotten eggs and a rotting animal carcass. Kelsey covered her mouth and nose with both hands. That was Mikeâs only problem. The guy loved to fart, and he was good at it. Before Kelsey had started dating Mike, sheâd heard about his farts from his teammates. Kelsey had just taken it as them busting his balls, making fun of him the way only teammates could. But then sheâd gone on a date with him. Not only had Mikeâs old car smelled like stale farts, but heâd also farted in front of her for the first time on the walk back to the car from the restaurant. All heâd had to say was, âWatch out for those ducks.â Kelsey had laughed. It was funny the first time. Then theyâd gone on another date, and Mike farted a total of three times on the drive home from dinner. Heâd joked about it but never touched his window crank. Kelsey had had to open her window all the way. As they spent more time together, Mike farted more, and it just kept getting more disgusting. They watched Netflix together, and he grabbed her hand and put it in his crotch as he farted. She cooked dinner for him, and he farted during the meal and waved it in her direction. They lay in bed after sex, and he pulled the covers over her head and farted repeatedly, holding her under to endure the stench. Finally, just the other day, Mike had pushed her head into his ass and farted. Kelsey had punched him, and he told her not to be so sensitive. Now, he had her trapped in a car with his fart. Mike parked in the driveway of her house and leaned in for a kiss. Kelsey kissed him, and as they kissed, he let out another ripping fart. Kelsey pushed him away. âThatâs it! I canât handle you farting all the time anymore!â Mike didnât look apologetic at all. âOh, please. Farting is natural.â âNot as much as you do it!â Kelsey yelled. âAnd not on me!â âNow thatâs just hilarious,â said Mike, a smile on his face. âItâs who I am. I got farted on by my dad and my older brothers as a kid, and I thought it was the greatest thing ever.â âWell I donât,â Kelsey complained. âWhat do you want me to do?â Mike asked. âI canât just stop farting.â Kelsey sighed. âI donât know, but Iâll see you tomorrow.â
The next day, Kelsey stood at her locker pulling out books. She looked up as Mike started walking towards her, noticing someone staring at his ass out of the corner of her eye. She didnât know the guy, but the seed of an idea was planted in her mind. Mike kissed her. âHey, babe.â Kelsey put up a finger to stop him. âHold that thought. Iâll see you later.â Kelsey followed the guy whoâd stared. âHey!â The guy stopped and turned. He was blond and scrawny. âCan I help you?â âI saw you staring at my boyfriendâs ass,â said Kelsey. The guy blushed, his face full of worry. Kelsey faked a smile. âDonât worry about it. Heâs flattered. Actually, Iâm so totally turned on by the guy-on-guy thing so how about you meet us at Mikeâs house today after school, and weâll see what happens.â The guyâs face lit up. âReally? Okay.â âGreat.â Kelsey wrote the address on a sticky note and handed it to the guy. âSee you there.â
Kelsey waited for the gay guy to show up. She canât believe sheâd thought of such a great idea. Kelsey was alone at Mikeâs house, so sheâd used the opportunity to make her plan one step closer to coming together. Sheâd taken the wooden trunk from the garage and emptied it out, then sheâd cut a hole in the top and put in a hose connected to a mask inside, leading it out to a special funnel . The whole apparatus was pretty genius. The doorbell rang, and Kelsey stood up. She walked downstairs and looked at the two glasses of Coke on the kitchen counter, smiling. The one on the right was spiked; the gay would fall right to sleep and then he would wake up in Hell. Kelsey opened the door and smiled at him. âHey. Whereâs your car?â âI donât have one. I rode my bike.â He came inside and shut the door. âIâm Cliff, by the way. You never asked.â âHow rude of me,â faked Kelsey. She handed Cliff the right glass of Coke. âLetâs go upstairs. Mike will be home from practice soon.â They walked up to Mikeâs room, Kelsey feeling a twinge of excitement as Cliff started drinking his Coke. Cliff pointed at the trunk. âWhatâs that?â âOh, nothing,â said Kelsey as she sat down on the end of the bed. A few minutes into talking, Cliff fell asleep. Kelsey rolled him off the bed and, with some difficulty, got him fully in the box. She put the mask around his face and closed the lid, putting a padlock on it. She wouldnât have to smell Mikeâs farts anymore. That was Cliffâs job now.
Next time: Cliff does his job!

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âWhats that, fag?â Youâre muffled screams barely made it passed your mouth, which had been stuffed with a dirty jockstrap and taped shut. âYou want my ass? Well ill be happy to oblige you and your nose.â He leans back, towards you and the chair you were tied up in. You can see the wet spot where all of his sweat collects. That wet spot was getting closer and closer to your nose when PPRRRFFFTTTTT He farts the most disgusting fart youâve ever smelled at point blank rang before setting on your face, your nose soaked with his ass sweat as he begins to fart over and over again. He just laughs, his rank ass your new life.
Top Ten Ways to Fart on a Faggot
1. Sit on its Face - Letâs face it, nothing feels better than ripping a long, satisfying fart on a chair, well, unless that chair is your faggots face! Â Makes a great sound, and feels good to look back with a grin at the helpless seat beneath you haha.
2. Standing Up - Stand proudly, and watch your fag sink to its knees behind you where it belongs. Â Love doing this, holding the sniffer in place, then lifting up a leg to give it that extra comic effect haha!
3. Lay Down - Good for you if you want to just lay down on your bed and watch tv, and good for the fag, cos it can really bury its face in there to suck up the farts. Â Still, it does give the sniffer an easy escape if you rip a stinky one, so consider tying itâs face to your ass.
4. Dutch Oven - Who doesnât love a good dutch oven? Â Trap that fart fag under your duvet with your noxious fumes, laugh cruelly as it tries to escape. Â Or just tie it up and leave it under there all night to breathe your night farts.
5. Cocksucking Dutch Oven - This one is great. Â You put the cocksucker under the duvet, and while itâs mouth is filled with your manhood, blast some farts to fill its nose. Â If itâs not gagging on your dick it will be gagging from your fumes pretty soon hahaha!
6. Mouth Farts - This is one satisfying and possibly the most humiliating way to fart on a fag. Â The sound it makes when your gas echoes in itâs throat is priceless. Â I love getting sniffers to look me in the eye as I do this one to them, haha!
7. Fart Box/Gas Mask - This is the best way to ensure the sniffer doesnât escape anything, literally itâs entire world will become your ass.
8. Toilet Farts - Probably the most degrading way to use a faggot, make it put itâs head in the toilet or over it, then squat over it to blast it. Â Letâs the loser really know that to you, he is literally nothing more than a fart receptical.
9. In Public - This one is fun, but only the most pathetic faggots will dare do it. Â Fart in public, in an elevator, in the woods, in a queue, and watch as the fag tries to discreetly sniff. Â If heâs really desperate, maybe heâll even drop to his knees for a quick sniff haha!
10. Fart Party! - Not done this one myself, but would love to try. Â Get a few lads round, have a fag or two, and use them as your fart recepticals all night long. Â Have farting contests with them as the judges, use them as seats, and dutch oven them with your beer farts when you go to bed hahaha!
Bitch Boy
You were on the basketball team, you were gay, but you were still in the closet. You never told any of your friends this, cause you were scared of what they might say. You also had another secret, you had a major fart fetish, and it just so happens that your best friend Ryan has a nice smooth ass, and he also has the best gas in the world You were in the locker room after a big game, this was your favorite time to be in the locker room, because it was full of manly smells, and everyone wanted to walk around naked. âHey Brad,â Ryan said as he approached you, âthat was a nice lay up in the last five minutes, I think you deserve to be rewarded!â Ryan then proceeded to turn around, and fart on you. At this moment you started to panic, because you arenât wearing a towel, and you are starting to get hard. Before you know it youâre fully erect, and Ryan notices. âDude, what the fuck, why are you hard?â âRyan, sometimes you just get boners out of nowhere, it happens to everybody!â You reply. â Oh okay then, I get it,â your heart floods with relief, ânow go shower, remember youâre staying at my house tonight, and my moms gonna be on my ass if weâre not there by 1:00!â You glance at the clock, it reads 12:30, so you quickly go shower. You go out to meet Brad in the car, and hop in. As youâre driving along, Ryan reaches to the radio and turns it all the way down. âHey Brad, did you hear that?â Ryan asks you âNo.â âListen!â He tells you. PHRBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Ryan farted for 20 seconds, and it stunk up the whole car, you loved it but had to pretend to hate it. âUgh, Ryan thatâs disgusting!â âDonât lie, I know you get a hard on for my farts, Bitch boy!â Ryan then proceeds to put a lock on all the windows in the car. âDude, thatâs ridiculous, I already told you earlier that it was just a casual boner everyone gets now and then!â âNobody gets casual boners, and that was a full on hard-on, and now that I know youâre a little fag, weâre gonna have some fun when we get to my house!â Ryan said. âIâm not a little fagâ you say Ryan pulls off to the side of the road, and starts unbuckling his pants. âDude what are you doing?â you ask. Ryan pulls down his pants, leans his ass over onto your side of the car and he farts. âIf you arenât a ittle fag, then why can see your boner through your jeans?â Ryan asks you, âThe answer is simple, because you are a little fag, and I know you get enjoyment of sniffing menâs farts who are superior to you. Donât worry weâre still gonna be friends after this, but just for tonight youâre my bitch boy.â You say nothing, cause you are at a loss for words, but youâre liking the sound of this evening already. You arrive at Ryanâs house at about 12:55 and you guys go to his room, shut the door, and lock it. âSo, what were you wanting to do?âYou ask Ryan, genuinely curious. âWell Brad, Iâve bee wanting to have a bitch boy for a while so I have some equipment Iâd like to break inâ âEquipment like what?â âWell let me show you!â He pulls a box from underneath his bed, and opens the lid. First he pulls out a leather rope, then he pulls out a large dildo, and lastly he pulls out a folded up rim-chair âGet over here fag!â Ryan commands you You start walking over there, but he tells you to crawl, he says fags donât get to walk. âNow that you over here and youâre already by them, kiss my feetâ âFuckâ you think, âcan this really be happening right nowâ After 5 minutes of kissing his toes he commands you to get up and lay on the bed. âNow raise your arms above your head and place your wrists on top of each other so they make an X shapeâ He grabs your wrists and ties them together with the leather rope, and then he ties the other end of the rope to his headboard. âDonât resist me, youâll only make it harder for yourself, in fact it will turn me on moreâ He unzips his jeans and you can see his tight Under Armour boxer briefs around his big cock and nice smooth ass. He then proceeds to take the boxers off so now heâs completely naked. He climbs up onto the bed and commands you to open your mouth, then he turns around so his body is facing the same direction as you. He begins to squat over your face, his ass hanging over your nose, and he sticks his dick down your throat and sits down. Now heâs in a position where he can fuck your throat and fart right on your nose. âWant some farts, you filthy slut?â You signal a thumbs up with your thumb. he then sits all the way on your face, and he makes sure his anus is lined up with one of your nostrils, and he lets loose. He farted for about 2 minutes, and you can feel yourself dripping gallons of precum in your jeans. âLiked that, huh? Guess weâll have to do some more of that later!â Ryan gets up and he grabs the dildo, he says lets spice it up. He walks over to you, tied to the bed, and he lifts your legs up. He spits on your hole and spits on the dildo. He then shoves it up your ass, all 9 inches. âIâm hungry, Iâm going to make myself some hard boiled, but Iâm going to leave you here. Iâll be back in 20, and trust me youâre in for a treat!â Your dick is throbbing at the thought of Ryan going to gas himself up, maybe if youâre lucky heâll let you sleep under his covers tonight. Sure enough Ryan comes back about 20 minutes later and you see him rub his stomach, and you can hear it gargle. He was right, you are in for a treat. âHey bitch boy, ready to try out my rim chair?â âYes, please, sirâ He removes the leather rope, and makes you crawl over to the chair. You get yourself positioned under the chair so youâre comfortable, and you wait for Ryan to sit down. 2 minutes later Ryan comes over and positions himself. You are in awe, at how wonderful his ass is up close to your face. You see his anus just sitting there, and you go up to lick it. âYeah, you like kissing my dirty hole, prepare for whatâs coming your way!â The hole puckers up, the pushes out a nice little fart. Just that ounce of gas alone, you think could hypnotize you. âThat was nothing, thereâs a storm brewing, Iâm telling you prepare yourself.â Whatever it is youâre ready, actually youâre more than ready, this is what you were born to do. âUH HERE IT COMES!â Ryan groans. PHRBHTTTTTTPHRBTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH âITâS STILL COMINGâ PHRTTTTTTTYTBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT The farts are so powerful youâre cheeks are flapping because of the intensity of these farts. They are by far Ryanâs smelliest farts ever, whateverâs in this eggs, itâs doing miracles. âHOLD ON, I STILL GOT MOREâ QHHHHHHPHRBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHBRYTY The continuous flow of gas lasts for 20 minutes, but it was so pleasurable you thought it only lasted 10. Those farts were so powerful, youâre pretty sure the pores in your nose are clogged with the scent of Ryanâs gas. âHow was that, fag?â âAmazing!â You say. It was so good, you are at a loss for words of how good it was. âPlease it canât be over, I need more, sir!â âMaybe another time, but for now come over here and finish sucking me off.â You crawl over to him, and you suck him better than anyone youâve sucked before. You sucked him so good that not only did he ejaculate every ounce of cum in his body when he orgasmed, he farted a nice juicy one at the same time. âWe should get to sleep, we have another game tomorrow, maybe youâd like to come back over after the game tomorrow?â âDefinitely, Sirâ you reply. âWould you like to sleep under my covers, often time I pass gas in my sleep, and I wouldnât want to waste itâŚâ Without another word you dive under those covers, and you lay your head apron his ass, which is so soft and smooth, it feels as if youâre laying on a memory foam pillow. 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Nate
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Nate and I had been freinds for a while. Our first week of high school was finally over, and to celebrate, Nate asked me if I wanted to spend the night at his house. I thought it would be fun, so I said yes, and went over to his house that night. His Dad made us tacos and refried beans for dinner. They were actually pretty good, Nateâs favorite, so he had 3 platefuls, I couldnât believe that, I was stuffed after only 1. His dad told us he was going to bed, and that we should do the same soon. So we changed into our pjâs, which for nate was a very tight pair of grey cotton shorts and a t-shirt. We crawled into our sleeping bags and layed down, tucked in for the night, when suddenly, I had to fart soooo bad from all that mexican food. it built up, and built up until finally PPPPPPRRRRFFFFTTTT! I let out a loud nasty fart. Nate was discusted. âoh man, that stinks dude, youâre gonna pay for that.â Figuring he was jokeing around, and not thinking too much of it I laughed and fell rigt asleep.
I woke up a couple hours later to the Sound of Nate laughing. The lights had been turned on and I could see Nate standing over me, still laughing. I couldnât figure out what was so funny, but I suddenly realized that my arms were tied together behind my back, and my ankles were tied together also. âWhats going on Nate?â I asked, he just giggled a little more and turned around so that he was still standing over me, but with his back faceing me. Then he started to lower his body, as he did, the fabric of his tight grey shorts clung to his ass, which made its way closer and closer to my face. I squirmed about, but it was no use, and Nateâs ass lowered itself closer and closer to my face, until it was only about an inch away, then he finally stopped and PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, he let out one of the loudest, longest, and stinkiest fart I had ever come in contact with. I guess he heard me trying to breathe through my mouth to avoid the stink, so he grabbed an old pair of his white briefs that was laying on the floor and stuffed them in my mouth. As I squirmed and mummbled with dicontent he lowered ass until it was now touching my face, and continued to push with his strong ass until my nose was pushed tightly against the seam of his tight shorts that was going up his ass crack. He farted again and rubbed his smelly ass around on my poor helpless nose. Nate was like a non-stop farting machine oooohhing and ahhhhing as he continued to fart and grind his smelly ass on my face. I felt like I was gonna die, I was trapped in the stinky confines of Nateâs ass crack which grew hotter and hotter with each fart. I was sweatying like crazy, and I could start to tell that Nateâs ass was sweating as well as his shorts began to get damp. Just as I began to wonder if this nightmare would ever end, I heard Nateâs older brother Mike shout from the doorway âNate, what the hell are you doing?â I was embarassed that his brother had seen what he was doing to me, but at the same time relieved that I would finally be saved. But Nate just laughed and said âWe had mexican food for dinner tonight, and I donât really feel like stinkying up the whole house.â Mike replied, âGood thinking, mind if I use our little air freshener too?â Nate said âOf course not, just let me get this one last one out.â Nate then unloaded a mamouth SBD up my poor unsuspecting nose. It lasted almost an entire minute, and smelled of rotten eggs. Mike and Nate both laughed hysterically as I lay trapped under Nateâs stinky ass feeling sick. Nate finally stood up, and for a briefs second I got a wiff of fresh air. Then I saw Mike turn his back toward me. He pulled down his pants, exposing tight black boxerbriefs. He sat down right on my nose and immidiately let out a giagantic fart. Mike Said âHow does that smell Fart Face?â and pulled the briefs out of my mouth so I could respond. I told him it smelled like hell, like hot stinky ass and it was makeing me feel sick. Mike just laughed and shoved the briefs back in my mouth and continued farting. I began to feel like I was dieing, my whole body felt weak and all I could concentrate on was the extreme stench. Finally I felt Mikeâs ass lift up and thought it was all over. then I saw his hand reach back and pull down his boxerbriefs, exposing his bare ass. It was muscular and slightly hairy. I tried to beg him not to put his naked butt on my poor helpless face, but between the briefs in my mouth and the lack of energy, I doubt he even knew I was trying to speak. I saw his bare ass lowering itself to my face again and heard Mike say ânow youâre gonna get it good Ass Faceâ Before letting his ass touch my face again, he spread his ass cheeks apart and pointed right to his big smelly asshole and said, âthats where your nose belongs.â Then he continued to hold his butt cheeks spread wide apart until his ass came in contact with my face again. He pushed his widespread hole down on my nose, and then let his butt cheeks mold around my face. At this point, even without him farting it smelled like hell. Nate said, âcareful Mike, youâre gonna kill himâ MIke laughed and said, âNah, he might pass out, but he wonât die.â and then let go with the longest fart I have ever encountered in my whole life. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! It was a long smelly SBD that lasted well over a minute. Although I am not sure exactly how long because I passed out about half way through it.

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Smell of justice
Today is my day off, and I plan on doing nothing all day. Itâs 8 a.m. and Iâm going to remain in my apartment all day, and Iâll spend majority of my time sitting on my recliner watching TV. I turn on the TV, and find that a marathon of Storage Wars is going on all day. Today is definitely going to be a good day.
Before I can kick my feet up to relax, I hear someone knocking on my door pretty hard. I moan as I get up and head to the door. Iâm irritated; Itâs only 8 and someoneâs interrupting my day of relaxation. I open the door and my annoyed frown immediately falls off my face as I see whoâs banging on my door. Itâs a police officer, and the only word I can use to describe him is massive. This man must be at least 6â˛3, and at least 200 pounds of pure muscle. This man is hot and just my type, but there is one issue that has me on edge at the moment. His face is beat red, and his rage filled eyes are locked onto me. Although he has a look that makes me believe he will be hulking out at any moment, I, with a nervous smile, ask him, âHello officer, does there seem to be a problem?â
My nervousness sky rockets as I see him clench his fists and make his biceps bulge in his brown uniform. He grinds his teeth for a few seconds, and with hatred laced in his voice, he says, âSo youâre the bastard who is sneaking into my house and fucking my husband?â he doesnât wait for me to answer and I donât think I could, even if he let me. My voice and body seem to be paralyzed by fear of if he gets physical, and of confusion. âSo you and that bitch have been fucking behind my back and laughing about it? Well Iâm getting the last laugh. I filed for divorce, and kicked his cheating ass out of my house. I donât know or care if he is living on the streets right now. One thing I do know is now it is your turn.â Iâm only 5â˛8, so he looks down at me with a smile full of malice.
He turns around, and for a brief moment Iâm hopeful that he is about to leave. This cop is hot as sin, but heâs is crazy. My hopes are dashed when he doesnât seem to be leaving. Heâs just standing there with his back towards me. To prove his craziness even further, he pushes his hips forward and bends his knees to jut his ass out towards me. No matter what I think of him, this man has a hot bubble butt and it looks amazing framed in those brown uniform slacks. Iâm broken from my trance of ogling his ass, when he says, âI think the last time you were at my house and fucking my ex, you left something. I think this belongs to a piece of shit like you. Ahhh there you go.â
Iâve had enough of this guyâs insanity! First he blames me for the end of his marriage. Now heâs saying odd stuff in this weird pose, with his ass pointed at me. He may be hot and a cop, but Iâm not dealing with his madness anymore. I open my mouth, about to tell him to get the Hell out when a powerful smell hits my nose. It smells like rotten eggs and sweat. I look down at his ass. He didnât just fart? Did he? Is that why heâs sticking is ass out, and pointing it in my direction? I look up and see him looking at me over his shoulder. Heâs sporting an evil smirk. âDi-did you just fart?â As soon as I open my mouth I knew I made a big mistake. Just the smallest smell was making my eyes water, but opening my mouth to talk made me take in mouthfuls of this foul air. Iâm not sure if he answered my question because Iâm dealing with my eyes watering and gagging from this terrible smell.
âYes I did buddy. I hope you like the smell of sulfur because Iâm going to be your living Hell for a few hours.â With that he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me further into my apartment as he slams the door closed with his foot. When shuts the door he spins us around and slams me into the door. Iâm stuck in my apartment with this lunatic who enjoys torturing people with his farts. If it werenât for the lunatic part this would be my personal wet dream heaven. Since that isnât the case, all I feel is fear and it must show on my face because he says, âDonât worry youâll most likely smell a quarter of my gas. Youâll probably pass out once I hit that mark, but that doesnât mean I stop farting on you. No Iâm unleashing all my gas on you so your skin will reek of my ass for at least a week. This is what a piece of shit like you deserves.â He finishes this with a cruel smile.
He then turns around, but backs up against me. He traps me between his massive body and the door. Iâm trying to push him away, but itâs like pushing against a brick wall. I feel him wiggle his muscled ass, which is pressed against my stomach, as he says, âThereâs been enough talking. Letâs start up your living Hell. Gentleman! Ready!â I feel him spread his legs and brace them as if something massive was heading straight at him, âAim!â He then leans forward and pressing his ass harder into my stomach. I can only groan as he does this. âFIRE!âÂ
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Holy shit! That monster was about 30 seconds long. He farted on my stomach, but I felt the vibrations of the fart go through my whole body. I think my teeth are still chattering after that fart. Is this guy even human. Iâm brought out of my thoughts as I hear him laugh. âHaha Iâm must be doing something wrong if your just day dreaming. Well I guess thatâs your way of telling me to kick it up a notch. Okay then you asked for it. Kid gloves are coming off.â He presses his ass harder into my stomach and I hear him grunting with effort.
PHHHft. Fffftt. ssssss. Psssssppttt. Itâs official, this guy canât be human. Itâs been 5 minutes and he keeps on farting. Thereâs no end to it. This guy is a farting machine. Each fart he lets out is 3 to 5 seconds long. He keeps oohing and ahhing as he grinds his ass into my stomach and farts. Iâm getting weaker by the second from his farts, and he knows it. Heâs using it to his advantage. Every few seconds, he pulls his ass from me and lets my body slide down the door more and more. He is farting a trail up my body. Starting from my stomach, and I know itâs going to end with my face. Phhht. A fart let out below my chest. FFhhft. A fart ripped onto my chest. Pppssst. A fart covering my neck and chin. I find myself sitting on my butt in front of the door and him bending his legs some so his ass is level with my face.
Iâm staring at his large bubble butt in my face, and know he is going to fart any moment now. Unlike before, his ass is a few inches from my face instead of being presses against my body. Thatâs going to change soon because he is looking down on me and I feel his huge hand on the back of my head. âIn you go.â He says with another one of his sinister smirks. He pulls my face into his ass. His ass feels hard and warm against my face, and I can smell the left over farts leaking from his ass. I feel his ass against my face clench then relax. PPPPPPHHHHfffffffttttttttsssssss. His ass releases another long fart that lasts 45 seconds. Starts off loud and sounding like a trumpet, and ends with a disgusting wet sound.
I feel like Iâm going to pass out any second now if Iâm only allowed to breathe this tainted air. I wonder if this is how Superman feels when exposed to kryptonite. âIâm actually impressed youâre still conscious. Well thatâs fine I still have plenty of gas, and I feel a big one brewing. This is definitely going to knock you out. So nighty night Zack.â Although my mind is hazy from all his gas a few things are starting to click together. As soon as he says the name Zack I start to understand whatâs going on and I need to explain it to him. With the little energy I can muster I jab him in the crotch, and he goes down hard moaning a fuck. I slide, on the floor, to the other side of the room to get away from his farts. Unfortunately his farts have seemed to make their way over here, but the smell isnât as powerful so Iâm becoming more conscious and aware. I then realize this angry, massive, and gassy cop is stomping toward me. I turn my head, close my eyes, and put my hands out as if they would stop him and shout, âIâm not Zack! You got the wrong apartment!â
I hear nothing once I say that, and I slowly open my eyes. I see he is a few feet away from me, and he has a dubious expression on his face. With a clenched jaw he mutters in a clipped voice, âExplain.â I nod, âIâm Joe Mathews, Youâre looking for Zachary West right?â he gives a nod and has a nervous expression on his face now. âWell he lives in apartment 3B. This is 3C. I donât know Zack that well, but heâs never home much. From what I hear heâs kind of a man whore, so if he isnât at work heâs at some other guys place.â The cop walks over to my front door and opens it to see 3B on the front.
When the cop turns around, I canât believe what I see. His cheeks are red from embarrassment, and he has a guilty look on his face. âI-Iâm so sorry. I thought this was that guyâs apartment. Iâve been so mad about my ex husband cheating on me with this guy for months. Iâve heard my ex has been seen with this hot guy. So when you opened the door, and with the way you looked, I thought you were him and I sort of flipped my lid.â I blush at that compliment, âLook Iâm sorry for the roughing you up a-and farting I know that must have grossed you out. Look is there anything I can do so you wonât report this and I can keep my job.â He gives me a shy smile.
Knowing the full story makes the guy seem a bit more normal. So what the hell. âWell I wonât report you at all, but if you still feel guilty you could make it up to me by taking me out to dinner.â This guy actually looks adorable when he blushes and gives me another shy smile. âWe can have Mexican food and later you can show me what your gas is capable of.â Iâm rewarded with a cocky smirk. He agrees to the date and we exchange numbers. I learn that his name is Ryan and weâre having our first date two days from now. Before he leaves we have our first kiss then he turns to leave, to impress me he lets out a long 15 second fart as he makes his way to the door. He gives me a wink as he closes the door, and Iâm left with his powerful fart that stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage. I guess today is going to be a good day.
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