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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.

In honor of the New Year, i decided to do a service for all the Men out there whose New Year’s resolution is to “use more faggots.” 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 it’s 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 haven’t 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 it’s been in his ass, your ass or another faggot’s 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 you’re 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 buddy’s 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 you’re 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.

Don’t 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 you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.

Make him eat your ass while you’re 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 faggot’s ass.

Make him clean out another faggot’s ass after you’ve 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 beer’s 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 he’s 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 you’re 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 — with water, or perhaps your piss — 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 “Master” or “Sir.”

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 Year’s resolution is to use more faggots, however, i hope this list gives you some ideas for how to be successful. Happy New Year, Sirs!

This story is completely fictional. Let me know what you think. It revolves around bondage, facesitting/farting.

My name is Chris, I guess I’m one of those guys who isn’t 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 I’m tall and lean, he’s shorter and whilst he’s 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 we’re 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. We’d 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.

‘Josh, man I’ve gotta take a leak, just call me if you decide to leave k?’ 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 I’m nearing the toilets this pretty girl ushers me aside and starts dressing me up. ‘I will make you gorgeous gurlll Australian men make sexy woman! Just stand here’ 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 couldn’t 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 he’d found some poor girl to torment yet!

I passed out fully dressed from all the liquor and melted into the comfortable king bed.

I’d barely closed my eyes when I was rudely awoken by a massive slap to the face! ‘Wake up you stupid bitch, daddy wants to play and you’re going to look at him whilst he enjoys your whore body…’ 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 couldn’t speak he’d gagged my mouth with his used jocks from yesterday. ‘MMPH MMMPH!!!’ I managed to yell into his jock gag.

‘Shut up slut tonight daddy is going to try something new and exciting, for me of course’

It was then I realised Josh didn’t realise it was me!!! He was so drunk that he thought I was some cheap tall hooker I’d organised for him. Oh my God what am I going to do!?!?

Suddenly he leaned down face to face and started whispering softly. 'Tonight you’re going to have the honour and privilege of worshiping me slut. Let’s get started’

I started having a panic attack and freaking out by kicking and punching but he’d 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. 'That’s right bitch, daddy needs a goood clean’

I started tossing my head to try and escape but I couldn’t 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 I’ll teach you to yell at your master slutty girl!’ 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?’ 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 I’m going to suffocate under his jock ass holy shit!!!

Hey guys, thanks for all the love on My Jock Friends Bitch story I wrote a while back. Thought I’d 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 I’m always over there when it’s hot. He’s straight as nails but we get along really well. He’s into sport, I’m 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 it’s like a Davidoff commercial in slow motion and his shorts cling to his ass and legs leaving nothing to the imagination.

He’s shorter than me given my height but damn his body is ripped and his ass and legs are hairy and thick!

‘About time you showed up, pools ready mate’ 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 we’d 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.

He’s 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 he’d 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.

Jack’s 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 can’t 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 Jack’s ceiling.

Suddenly I hear the door slam and Jack’s radio start to blare his favourite rock station. I yell out, ‘Jack???? Jack help?! I’m stuck!!!!’

‘Hey faggot, I know exactly where you are’ Jack says loudly as his head leans over above mine and I see him smirking.

‘What have you done?!?!?!?’ I yell terrified now starting to worry.

‘Enough out of you cushion, I’ve 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 “rest”’ he said sarcastically.

I started to panic, he knew about my fetish? Oh shit what’s he gonna say?

‘Please Jack don’t hurt me I’m so sorry it was just a stupid thing I didn’t mean to-’

’-shut the fuck up and stop your whining, I’ve known about your fetish for a while and it’s time for payback’

I still didn’t 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 I’m trapped with little air under his mattress. I hear a strange noise above me until suddenly light comes streaming in. He’s cut a hole above my head thank God.

'Jack please just let me go I’ll make it up to you I swear, if you don’t I’ll fucking kick your ass this is messed up!!!’

'Oh you’ll kiss my ass alright, and much more fag’ Jack said as he stood above me. All I could see was up his shorts, he wasn’t 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!’ 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 it’s mum, can I come in??’ She yelled.

I felt so relieved to know his plan was foiled. But then he replied, 'yes! One minute!’

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 'you’re my little slave now bitch, you’re 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 “come in mum just resting’

His mum came in and sat with him on the bed having a chat.

'Jack I hope you’re feeling ok, seems a bit stuffy in here let’s 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!’ She said whilst kissing him, unknowingly leaning over the very kid she was discussing.

“Of course mum, he does look up to me” Jack said with a smile whilst farting again into my trapped face.

(Sorry this took so long. Life gets busy.)

Kelsey Sutton couldn’t 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 Kelsey’s 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 couldn’t 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 wouldn’t budge. “Cool. They actually work.” Mike chuckled. Kelsey looked confused, so Mike clarified for her. “The window locks.” “Oh, no!” “Oh, yes.” 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 Mike’s only problem. The guy loved to fart, and he was good at it. Before Kelsey had started dating Mike, she’d 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 she’d gone on a date with him. Not only had Mike’s old car smelled like stale farts, but he’d also farted in front of her for the first time on the walk back to the car from the restaurant. All he’d had to say was, “Watch out for those ducks.” Kelsey had laughed. It was funny the first time. Then they’d gone on another date, and Mike farted a total of three times on the drive home from dinner. He’d 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. “That’s it! I can’t handle you farting all the time anymore!” Mike didn’t look apologetic at all. “Oh, please. Farting is natural.” “Not as much as you do it!” Kelsey yelled. “And not on me!” “Now that’s just hilarious,” said Mike, a smile on his face. “It’s 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.” “Well I don’t,” Kelsey complained. “What do you want me to do?” Mike asked. “I can’t just stop farting.” Kelsey sighed. “I don’t know, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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 didn’t know the guy, but the seed of an idea was planted in her mind. Mike kissed her. “Hey, babe.” Kelsey put up a finger to stop him. “Hold that thought. I’ll see you later.” Kelsey followed the guy who’d stared. “Hey!” The guy stopped and turned. He was blond and scrawny. “Can I help you?” “I saw you staring at my boyfriend’s ass,” said Kelsey. The guy blushed, his face full of worry. Kelsey faked a smile. “Don’t worry about it. He’s flattered. Actually, I’m so totally turned on by the guy-on-guy thing so how about you meet us at Mike’s house today after school, and we’ll see what happens.” The guy’s face lit up. “Really? Okay.” “Great.” Kelsey wrote the address on a sticky note and handed it to the guy. “See you there.”

Kelsey waited for the gay guy to show up. She can’t believe she’d thought of such a great idea. Kelsey was alone at Mike’s house, so she’d used the opportunity to make her plan one step closer to coming together. She’d taken the wooden trunk from the garage and emptied it out, then she’d 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. “Hey. Where’s your car?” “I don’t have one. I rode my bike.” He came inside and shut the door. “I’m Cliff, by the way. You never asked.” “How rude of me,” faked Kelsey. She handed Cliff the right glass of Coke. “Let’s go upstairs. Mike will be home from practice soon.” They walked up to Mike’s room, Kelsey feeling a twinge of excitement as Cliff started drinking his Coke. Cliff pointed at the trunk. “What’s that?” “Oh, nothing,” 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 wouldn’t have to smell Mike’s farts anymore. That was Cliff’s job now.

1. Sit on its Face - Let’s face it, nothing feels better than ripping a long, satisfying fart on a chair, well, unless that chair is your faggots face!  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.  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.  Still, it does give the sniffer an easy escape if you rip a stinky one, so consider tying it’s face to your ass.

4. Dutch Oven - Who doesn’t love a good dutch oven?  Trap that fart fag under your duvet with your noxious fumes, laugh cruelly as it tries to escape.  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.  You put the cocksucker under the duvet, and while it’s mouth is filled with your manhood, blast some farts to fill its nose.  If it’s 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.  The sound it makes when your gas echoes in it’s throat is priceless.  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 doesn’t escape anything, literally it’s entire world will become your ass.

8. Toilet Farts - Probably the most degrading way to use a faggot, make it put it’s head in the toilet or over it, then squat over it to blast it.  Let’s 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.  Fart in public, in an elevator, in the woods, in a queue, and watch as the fag tries to discreetly sniff.  If he’s really desperate, maybe he’ll even drop to his knees for a quick sniff haha!

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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, Nate’s favorite, so he had 3 platefuls, I couldn’t 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 pj’s, 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. “oh man, that stinks dude, you’re gonna pay for that.” Figuring he was jokeing around, and not thinking too much of it I laughed and fell rigt asleep.

Today is my day off, and I plan on doing nothing all day. It’s 8 a.m. and I’m going to remain in my apartment all day, and I’ll 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. I’m irritated; It’s only 8 and someone’s interrupting my day of relaxation. I open the door and my annoyed frown immediately falls off my face as I see who’s banging on my door. It’s a police officer, and the only word I can use to describe him is massive. This man must be at least 6′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, “Hello officer, does there seem to be a problem?”

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, ”So you’re the bastard who is sneaking into my house and fucking my husband?” he doesn’t wait for me to answer and I don’t 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. “So you and that bitch have been fucking behind my back and laughing about it? Well I’m getting the last laugh. I filed for divorce, and kicked his cheating ass out of my house. I don’t know or care if he is living on the streets right now. One thing I do know is now it is your turn.” I’m only 5′8, so he looks down at me with a smile full of malice.

He turns around, and for a brief moment I’m hopeful that he is about to leave. This cop is hot as sin, but he’s is crazy. My hopes are dashed when he doesn’t seem to be leaving. He’s 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. I’m broken from my trance of ogling his ass, when he says, “I 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.”

I’ve had enough of this guy’s insanity! First he blames me for the end of his marriage. Now he’s saying odd stuff in this weird pose, with his ass pointed at me. He may be hot and a cop, but I’m 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 didn’t just fart? Did he? Is that why he’s sticking is ass out, and pointing it in my direction? I look up and see him looking at me over his shoulder. He’s sporting an evil smirk. “Di-did you just fart?” 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. I’m not sure if he answered my question because I’m dealing with my eyes watering and gagging from this terrible smell.

“Yes I did buddy. I hope you like the smell of sulfur because I’m going to be your living Hell for a few hours.” 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. I’m stuck in my apartment with this lunatic who enjoys torturing people with his farts. If it weren’t for the lunatic part this would be my personal wet dream heaven. Since that isn’t the case, all I feel is fear and it must show on my face because he says, “Don’t worry you’ll most likely smell a quarter of my gas. You’ll probably pass out once I hit that mark, but that doesn’t mean I stop farting on you. No I’m 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.” 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. I’m trying to push him away, but it’s like pushing against a brick wall. I feel him wiggle his muscled ass, which is pressed against my stomach, as he says, “There’s been enough talking. Let’s start up your living Hell. Gentleman! Ready!” I feel him spread his legs and brace them as if something massive was heading straight at him, “Aim!” He then leans forward and pressing his ass harder into my stomach. I can only groan as he does this. “FIRE!” 

PPPPPPPPPHHHHfffffftttttttttt

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. I’m brought out of my thoughts as I hear him laugh. “Haha I’m must be doing something wrong if your just day dreaming. Well I guess that’s your way of telling me to kick it up a notch. Okay then you asked for it. Kid gloves are coming off.” He presses his ass harder into my stomach and I hear him grunting with effort.

PHHHft. Fffftt. ssssss. Psssssppttt. It’s official, this guy can’t be human. It’s been 5 minutes and he keeps on farting. There’s 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. I’m getting weaker by the second from his farts, and he knows it. He’s 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 it’s 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.

I’m 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. That’s going to change soon because he is looking down on me and I feel his huge hand on the back of my head. “In you go.” 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 I’m going to pass out any second now if I’m only allowed to breathe this tainted air. I wonder if this is how Superman feels when exposed to kryptonite. “I’m actually impressed you’re still conscious. Well that’s 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.” 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 what’s 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 isn’t as powerful so I’m 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, “I’m not Zack! You got the wrong apartment!”

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, “Explain.” I nod, “I’m Joe Mathews, You’re looking for Zachary West right?” he gives a nod and has a nervous expression on his face now. “Well he lives in apartment 3B. This is 3C. I don’t know Zack that well, but he’s never home much. From what I hear he’s kind of a man whore, so if he isn’t at work he’s at some other guys place.” The cop walks over to my front door and opens it to see 3B on the front.

When the cop turns around, I can’t believe what I see. His cheeks are red from embarrassment, and he has a guilty look on his face. “I-I’m so sorry. I thought this was that guy’s apartment. I’ve been so mad about my ex husband cheating on me with this guy for months. I’ve 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.” I blush at that compliment, “Look I’m 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 won’t report this and I can keep my job.” He gives me a shy smile.