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Luckily he didn't have a negative reaction; if anything, he seemed overly enthusiastic about getting to share a house with you, with him going on and on about how he'd apparently always wanted to try living with a queer but he'd not known how to go about setting it up. You weren't sure what he'd meant by that exactly, but not wanting to rock the boat after he'd taken the unexpected revelation so well, you'd simply smiled back and half-jokingly said that as it was getting late, you'd give him a crash course on living with a queer once you'd had some sleep.

Upon hearing that, he'd beamed a smile at you and said he understood and that he'd see you first thing tomorrow to get started. He'd then marched himself off to bed, seemingly keen on tomorrow coming as quickly as possible. Confused but too tired to give it much thought, you went straight to bed yourself, with your last thoughts before you fell asleep being about what your new roommate could possibly want from you first thing in the morning.

You found out how literal he meant first thing tomorrow when you woke up to find your roommate standing by your bed, right by your head. As soon as he saw that you were awake, he wasted no time in pulling down his pants to reveal his already hard cock. "Morning, roomie! Sorry for sneaking in, but I just couldn't wait anymore. I've been reading online all about how good gay guys are at giving head and how willing they are to take any cock all night, and I'm about to bust! So you best get started before I make a mess all over your bed." He'd said with a grin while giving his hard cock a flick with his hand, causing it to wobble back and forth right in front of your face.

If he weren't dangling his thick meat right in front of your face and you weren't able to smell the thick, pungent musk coming from it, perhaps you would have had enough self-control to reject him. To correct him on his ignorance and politely but firmly tell him that you weren't some slut who'd just suck off any random straight guy who showed you his cock just because you were a gay man. And that even if you had that type of guy, you were actually in a serious long-term exclusive relationship with a loving partner whom you wouldn't just cheat on at the drop of a hat.

In actual fact, however, you didn't even give your partner a second thought. As soon as you saw and smelled the thick meat in front of you, all you could do was open up your drooling mouth wide enough to let your roommate feed his member into it. True to his word, your roommate didn't last long, with him filling your mouth with his load in no time at all as he roared about how good it felt wrapped around him.

The quick release didn't bother you much, not when he suggested that you and he could spend the day in the house together getting to know each other. You lost count of the number of loads you got out of him that day. You at least found out the soundproofing was very good, as surely the neighbors would have complained about how loudly your roommate was moaning about how your mouth was the best he'd ever had and that he should have moved in with a queer ages ago.

This is an original work by me (hookedonhuge)! Don’t be afraid to chuck me a message if you liked it or even put in some suggestions for other pieces to write. Hope you like it!

Content: male domination, face-sitting, farting

It had been a really tough day at work for Cam, and to top it off he once again had to make the two hour commute back to his apartment where no one was waiting for him. About halfway through his drive he realised he really had to go to the toilet, so he stopped at the first public toilet he came across. The public toilets didn’t look super appealing but he needed to pee too badly to care.

Once Cam walked in, the strong, musky public toilet smell hit him immediately. There was one guy there who had just gotten out of the toilet and had started washing his hands. The man had a muscular build but what was striking was his huge lower body. Big quads and glutes stretched the stranger’s lycra shorts so that it hugged his legs tightly. Despite the man being quite toned all over, the difference in size of the upper and lower body was so jarring that Cam couldn’t help but have a glance at the stranger’s ass to confirm that it was all real.

The Kink Resort : Welcome to Gwonsè

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gulped, wondering what had forced you into coming back again for another day of work. Honestly, you didn't think you even had a choice at this point. You'd tried to find a new job, but no where else was hiring, your dad wouldn't listen to your complaints and you were in desperate need of money (no matter how repugnant you thought the job was).

He'd had a particularly gassy morning, taking great joy in making me suffer his ass bombs confined in our small office. He didn't know about my fetish, so this was a rare treat for me. Finally he announced he must need a shit and went to the toilet. Not for the first time I ran to his chair and knelt down with my face on the seat, sniffing the foul remnants of his farts. Unfortunately he'd forgotten his phone and had come back, finding me snuffling his stench like a little piggy.

Years later and things have really changed. Now he's my boss. We'd come to an agreement, I made sure that he got all the best contracts to work with, and quickly he was turning heads at the company. Of course it was all my work, that I'd do after finishing my lesser contracts. In return he promised to not tell anyone my secret, and promised that when he was running things he'd create a role just for me.

Man of his word, on day one of his promotion he informed of my new responsibilities; I was to be his office fart filter. Sit in the corner and wait for his to summon me, plant my face in his ass and inhale his gas.

Ngl, I started typing and I got so horny I couldn't stop. Again, no farts in this story;

...

Another Saturday morning I got a text from Cole. “I don’t wanna get out of bed. Do you wanna come over?” He didn’t have to say more than that.

My thumbs shook as I typed “Coming now”.

And I felt my face go red as I got stiff, thinking that I was going to come soon. I threw on jeans and a hoodie and rushed downstairs. I tried to make my voice as relaxed and nonchalant as possible, speaking toward my dad in the living room “I’m going to hang at Cole’s”

“This early? Again?” his voice returned.

“Uh, yeah, we’re gonna hang with friends. One of them has a family thing so yeah we’re doing it early.” I don’t know why I added all that. Also didn’t like that I said “Doing it early”

But my dad either wasn’t suspicious or didn’t care enough. “See you later kiddo. Hey text your mom if you’re gonna be home late.”

“Ok,” I was already letting the storm door shut behind me. I walked over to Cole’s house next door. I felt embarrassed about ringing the bell, but the door opened before I could. His dad nodded at me.

“Ah, morning sir,” I gulped. I hoped my voice didn’t give anything away, I hope he didn’t guess the real reason I was here.

Again, no suspicion; “Morning Sam. Cole’s up in his room. You playing games this early?”

Of course he was thinking the Switch. I said, “Uh yep yeah.” Definitely playing games.

“Try not to make noise, Cole gets angry when playing some of those games and that gets his mom all worked up.”

“I promise I’ll be quiet” my heart was thumping. We would both keep our moaning as low as we could.

I took my shoes off and walked up the stairs. Nearly sprinted, I was hiking two steps at a time. I turned the corner of the hall and got to Cole’s bedroom door. I swallowed, knocked, and said “Hey dude it’s me,”

“Come in.”

When I opened the door, I was greeted by one of the most beautiful sights. Cole was lying in his bed as the sunlight came through the blinds cast against the blankets. He was flat on his stomach, propping up his head and arms with his pillow, looking over his shoulder at me. He was shirtless and his blanket was down past his bare butt. The sunlight made his butt cheeks look like they were glowing, and I could see the short light fuzz across them. My dick was straining in my jeans. He smirked at me over his shoulder. My heart melted.

“There you are,” He said, “I was getting cold.”

I didn’t know what to say. He was toying with me, I think. Making fun of how turned on I was. He swayed his butt at me, still smirking. I was trembling as I shut the door. He was giggling to himself. My dick was throbbing bad. I turned back to his beautiful ass cheeks, hips still swaying. I got on top of the bed and scooted toward them, lowering my head. His globes were creamy white, and I ran my hands over them feeling his smooth skin, giving them a little squeeze. I had to relax, I felt like my dick would explode at any moment and I hadn’t even started yet! I leaned in and kissed the left cheek, then the right, then started kissing him again and again, all over.

“That tickles,” he said, “Damn, I know you’re gay but, I dunno, never thought a guy would love my butt so much.”

“Sorry,” I was embarrassed, my breath hitting his ass cheeks.

“No, it’s,” he paused, “I don’t wanna say cute but, I dunno. I wish more girls were like you.”

Ok fuck other girls, I thought, no they aren’t like me. No, they wouldn’t love your butt like I do. I love your butt. I’m your ass licker.

I gave his cheeks another soft squeeze, then I spread them. His asshole was pink and wrinkled tight. God I loved his asshole. I leaned in and gave it a long kiss, feeling it clench against my lips, letting his musk warm my face. I loved his asshole so much.

“Ah yeah that’s good…” he cooed. He squirmed a little under my tongue.

In the past two weeks, Cole had gotten spoiled. While Josh felt kind of awkward about doing much with me since he has a girlfriend, Cole was asking for a near-daily rimming. He said it felt really good to be licked down there right when he woke up. After I offered to come by any morning he’s in the mood for it, I’ve been losing sleep. Too excited for breakfast in bed, I’d wake up way too early and wait until the sun rose, and then even later so my parents wouldn’t ask why i was leaving at the crack of dawn,

So my face disappeared into his crack. It was so warm, and musty from sweating during the night. Smelled like a boy’s butt should. I was in heaven. I loved moving down to suck on his taint so my nose could press against his hole. My spit would get all over my face but I didn’t care. His asshole twitched against my nose, clenching over the tip of it.

“Ok sorry dude but I need-,” He lifted up on his elbows. He felt awkward saying it, but I knew he really wanted me to suck him off. I saw his long dick throb, and noticed the pearl of precum sticking to the wet patch on his stomach.

I thought I would never stop drooling. He twisted to his back and pulled the blankets up over my head. He liked to watch porn on his phone while I blew him. Again, spoiled. But I couldn’t be too offended, he didn’t want to call himself bisexual even though he obviously was. But maybe he couldn’t stay as hard for me if he looked into my eyes while blowing him the way he did when I was behind him adoring his asshole.

And why would I complain when his red throbbing cock was drooling for me? The time I spent with Josh and Cole had trained me to control my gag reflex. I was finally able to get my lips against Josh’s pubic hair, which made both of us happy. Likewise, Cole’s prick didn’t make me gag nearly as much as it used to. I kissed his dick from tip to base and back, swirled my tongue around its head, and wrapped my lips around it. He let out a little moan as my lips reached the top of his balls. His cock was down my throat and I swallowed against it, relaxing and breathing through my nose. I cradled his balls and bobbed my head.

I couldn’t see his face, but he kept letting out quiet moans and whimpers. I knew he was fighting for his life trying not to be loud as his parents were downstairs. When the house was empty, he moaned and cried a lot. I loved him, he was so cute, I loved making him moan.

Breathless, he whispered, “I’m about to, fuck I’m close,”

As I had practiced over and over, I pressed my face against his body, taking his cock as far into my throat as possible. His ballsack tightened in my hand. I rubbed my knuckle against his taint. He let out a whimper, louder than the others. He always did this right before shooting his ropes. This would make me gag, as his dick was so hard, and as it shot cum, it made me gag again and again. I didn’t mind because I knew that my gagging throat was massaging his dick, especially the tip, and each swallow milked more and more cum out of him.

He collapsed and was breathing heavy. I felt his dick slowly, very slowly, go soft. Still twitching and flexing every few seconds. I laid down with my face still buried in his crotch, and relaxed my hands to lay my arms over his stomach, I had tears in my eyes from gagging so much at the end, but I was able to breathe and relax, feeling his dick trying to get soft even though my mouth kept making it twitch. When it finally went flaccid, I pulled up and it flopped out of my mouth dripping with my saliva.

“Fuck me dude,” he whispered, “that’s so good, every time, fuck…”

The next part of these rituals would be more for me. He rolled back onto his stomach. I knew he was burying his face into his arms. I reached under his bed and pulled out an old pair of boxers. Another gross intimacy we shared was that he always instructed me to use his cumrags second hand; socks, boxers, any dirty clothes he grabbed to wipe up his spunk. I wrapped it around my dick and got back down as his beautiful ass returned to me again.

I pulled his cheeks apart and got to kiss his asshole again. I licked his pink hole, hard. My face was smushed by his squishy ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around them, squeezing them to force my eyes shut and completely bury my face. He whimpered as my tongue went deeper and deeper. He bent his legs and I felt him rest his feet on the small of my back, his toes curling against me, as if his thighs were hugging me. He squirmed his ass back into my face, begging me to go even deeper. His hole kept twitching around my tongue.

Of course I came in under a minute of this. My dick was wrapped in his old cum stained boxers, and flooded them with my own cum. I gasped into his asshole.

Just because we both came didn’t mean we were done. Cole loved a lazy Saturday morning in bed letting me lick his asshole as much as I wanted. I kept kissing his ass cheeks, his hole, diving back in, coming up for air, kissing the small of his back right above his butt crack, moving back down to kiss his balls while I nuzzled my nose into his butthole.

Cole chuckled, “Relax buddy, you don’t have to prove it; my butt loves you too.”

I ate him out for an hour

…

It was surreal to have this secret relationship with Cole. I always hung out with him and Josh and their group of friends. Guys and girls, some dating each other. I would sit among them, thinking how none of them had any idea that I was Josh and Cole’s personal ass licker. Hell, they had no idea that I was worshiping both of them. I was even cracking jokes with Josh’s girlfriend, Amanda, as if I hadn’t shoved my tongue up her boyfriends asshole yesterday afternoon.

Oh yeah, I was too caught up in Cole’s beautiful cheeks I forgot to tell you more about Josh. Fuck me, where to start…

I mentioned earlier that I didn’t play with Josh nearly as often as I did with Cole. Partly because I think Josh couldn’t decide if he wanted to be honest about how much he loved having his ass worshiped by me. But it was also because he actually had a girlfriend and I’m guessing the guilt kept him from texting me as often. But it didn’t stop him. Maybe three time a week, especially on nights when Amanda didn’t want to hang out, Josh would hit me up.

It was always the same; We’d go into his basement or bedroom, put something on TV, and after chatting and joking at whatever was on screen for a few minutes, he would drop the pretense and ask “Do you wanna practice your tongue game?

Like I would ever say no.

At first he was way more shy than Cole. Instead of wiggling around against me, he would stay still and quiet except for whispered swears. Not sure why he kept himself from relaxing, but he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love it. I would feel him shiver when my breath tickled his balls. I would lick and suck them from behind, digging my tongue into him, not stopping until I got a moan out of him.

But lately he was letting his inner beast out. I’m not joking when I say Josh could get feral.

He preferred to get on top of me. I would lay on my back as he took his jeans off. Then he would get his feet on either side of my head, standing up and giving me an amazing vintage point, seeing his hung cock, balls, ass cheeks, and face all at once. I loved how his pubic bush looked. He would bend down, either facing my feet so I was looking at his hairy ass cheeks, or facing my head and I’d look up past his dick into his eyes.

Josh loved lowering down so his ass was covering my mouth shut, his taint stuffing my nose, and his cock and balls draping over my face. He did it with a mischievous grin, smothering me in his stench. I would panic as the pain of suffocation tightened in my lungs, and Josh would laugh looking in my eyes. The evil animal within him teasing his prey. My dick would throb even though I felt like I was going to die under his balls and ass.

In between these moments of smothering, he would sit up enough so I could lick his ass and breathe at the same time. The hair all over Josh’s ass crack made it rougher to spend time with than Cole. My mouth and cheeks would tingle afterward from the friction. I loved the feeling of his wet asscrack hairs sticking to my tongue. I loved kissing and sniffing his asshole. It was always more musky than Cole’s. From the hair holding onto sweat and worse, probably. I loved his stink. I loved his ass stink.

Whereas Cole was relaxed while I worshipped him, Josh was less patient and more rough. When he wanted me to suck his cock, he would just say “Open your mouth.” The moment I did, he would shove his cock in, not giving me a moment to prepare and forcing me to start gagging. He would only pull out to readjust. Or get me in his favorite position; having me lay on my back with my head hanging off the side of his bed as he stood over me and fucked my throat with greater ease. I loved it too. Well, honestly the throat fucking would hurt and no matter how often I told him he needed to be more gentle, he would only be careful for so long before his animal side took over and his hips started thrusting. But I did love watching his balls and ass with every thrust, his balls dangling over my eyes, his ass cheeks clenching.

He had no problem with me masturbating at the same time. His smell, his ass, his balls, his cock jabbing my throat, the moans he let out, I usually came before he did. I always made sure to bring a towel to clean up after plus an extra pair of underwear when Josh texted me.

When he came, he would press in as deep as he could. He loved feeling me gag against his cock, my throat forcing more and more spurts of cum. What he called “Sucking his soul out of his dick.” He gasped, enjoying how long it took for his dick to soften. Every little brush of my tongue on his sensitive cock would make it flex. I loved being his cum slut.

He’d finally pull his dick out of my mouth, slapping my face with my own spit. After a breather, we’d go back to the couch to watch a movie for real this time. Or, he would watch the movie. I’d lay on the couch first, then he would lay on top of me, naked from the waist down, and put pillows up against my legs to prop his head up. His legs would drape over the arm rest behind my head, pinning me with the weight of his body pressing his ass against my face. I’d rim him for a while as he watched the movie, my hands hugging his torso as my tongue buried into his ass. It was always harder to breathe with Josh. Every breath pulled in the smell of his balls and ass.

I loved feeling his hairs tickle my nose.

I loved kissing his asshole.

It wouldn’t be too long before I could see his dick start to get stiff, just over the cusp of his balls blocking out my line of sight. Every time, we had the same exchange;

“Can we have round two?” It was strange that, when he wasn’t actively using me, his pre and post sex voice sounded timid and pathetic. Like he was embarrassed to ask.

“Round one took too much out of me. My throat is so sore.”

“I’m sorry,” He did always sounded genuinely guilty. “I’m, uh, I,”

“It’s ok, just try to relax next time and then we can have a round two” though I knew that next time would be just as rough. The pain would feel so good.

As I kissed and sucked on his asshole, hugging his torso as his body weight kept me immobile and warm, I imagined that sex with his girlfriend was probably not as rough. Maybe I was biased, maybe I liked fantasizing about myself being “better” than a girl, but I did believe that Josh would let himself be rough for me the way he had to hold back for Amanda.

Don’t worry about her, I thought, you can tear into my throat. You can smother me in your ass cheeks. You can drag your balls across my face. I loved being buried in your dirtiest parts.

Before I’d leave for the night, after we were dressed, I’d get on my knees and kiss his ass through his jeans again and again. I’d kiss his dick though the fabric also. I liked that I would feel it twitch against my lips, knowing that he would be hard for me after I was already gone.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” He was still bashful, “I, I dunno I just don’t get to do this..stuff…”

Just as I thought. I kissed his bulge again. “I can take it.”

Ass of Your Deadly Dreams

Story 574

Not on OF (too risqué for OF)

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Despite a terrible month, Bryce had agreed to attend a friend gathering at a mutual acquaintance's house. He had been looking forward to it all week, but as soon as he arrived, his eyes landed on his ex-boyfriend, Joey. They had a rocky relationship, and Bryce still had strong feelings for him. As he watched Joey laughing and chatting with their friends, he couldn't help but notice his ex's infamous bubble butt.

Bryce was daydreaming a little too hard, staring at Joey's rear end with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. It tasted divine no matter what it smelled like, Joey’s moans echoed in his mind from the memories of eating him out nightly. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Joey catching him staring. Again. And again. And again. Joey had had enough of Bryce's constant gazing, and he decided it was time to extract his revenge.

As Bryce continued to stare, Joey slowly turned around, a sly grin spreading across his face. He took a few steps closer to Bryce, his eyes locked on his ex's as he backed up closer to his head, and then, without warning, he backed his ass into Bryce's face, tightly pressing his ex lover’s nose snug tight between his cheeks for one final encore. Bryce, still in a daze, didn't even flinch as Joey's bubble butt was pressed right against his nose.

fffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

And then, it happened. Joey let loose with the longest, most gigantic fart any living being has ever produced. The sound started as a hiss, but as the seconds progressed it was like a thunderclap, shaking the very foundations of the house. The ground began to tremble, and the walls started to quake as photos fell from the wall. Bryce's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was happening. Joey’s gas was toxic. Even Bryce demanded that Joey fart outside during their time together.

… RRRBBBBBRROOOOOOOO…

The fart was so powerful that it created a shockwave, causing the windows to shatter and the doors to burst open. The house creaked and groaned, the wooden beams splintering under the force of the gas. The ground shook so violently that it was hard to stand, and the nearby buildings began to feel the same force, one by one.

“Sniff deep fucker! Breathe in your doom!” Joey snarled. Bryce’s eyes were looking a little weakened with tears and fear. The smell was repulsive as ever. Joey had to have been holding this one in for days.

… OORRRBBBBRRUUUUUU…

The sound of the fart was deafening, a never-ending roar that seemed to go on forever. It was as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart by the sheer force of Joey's gas. The air was filled with the stench of rotten eggs and decay, making it hard to breathe for anybody within nearby neighborhoods. As the roof started to collapse, Joey’s friends began to crawl away to what little safety they could find.

… UUUUUUUUUUUURRRMMM…

As the house continued to crumble, the furniture began to slide across the floor into a burrowed hole Joey’s gas began to create. He slammed his ass to the floor, Bryce’s head underneath made a thud as both men began sinking deeper into the foundation of the house and ground. The once-sturdy building was now on the verge of collapse, and Bryce was trapped in the middle of it all, his face smothered from Joey's ass. The back of his head dirty from the mud and dirt underneath him.

… MMMRRRROOOOOOOOO…

The fart showed no signs of stopping, and the destruction it caused was catastrophic. Cars parked outside were lifted off the ground before falling through cracks within the cement, and trees were uprooted from the earth before landing on top of what little homes were still standing in the area. The nearby parks were destroyed, with benches and playground equipment flying through the air like toys.

The noise was so loud that it attracted the attention of firefighters and cops from neighboring cities. People ran out of their houses covering their ears and noses from cities away fearing the imminent destruction Joey’s ass was creating. As they tried to make sense of the chaos, some tried to flee, but it was too late. The fart had already caused irreparable damage, and the streets were now filled with rubble and debris. Traffic both pedestrian and automobile began to bottle neck; Joey’s fart was expanding destruction into nearby states.

… OOOORRRRRBBBBBRRRMMMMM…

As the minutes ticked by into hours, the fart finally began to subside into a hiss, the house was in ruins, the nearby buildings were reduced to rubble, and the ground was still shaking from the aftershocks. Bryce, still in shock, was still held tight by Joey’s strong hand grip, his face covered in dust and his eyes wide with horror. Joey’s fart was still hissing softly into Bryce’s face, with no where to go but his nose.

… MMRRRFFFffffssshhhhhhhhh…

Joey, on the other hand, was standing tall, a satisfied grin still plastered on his face. He had extracted his revenge, and he had done it with style. 

"You should have stopped staring when you had the chance. Nothing has changed buddy… breathe, in, your, doom.“ Joey threatened. Bryce nodded his head, every inhale made him weaker. Joey smiled, watching his ex slowly fade away. His eyes looked so defeated.

The aftermath of the fart was chaotic, with emergency services unable to help from the shear smell. Not even gas masks were helping the air was so thick. The neighborhood was in shambles, and it would take months, if not years, to rebuild. 

Bryce, still trying to process what had happened, couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for Joey's power and control. His cock began to harden. Joey took notice and began to grin.

“Mmm… one last time you fucking shit hole! Eat my shit hole bitch!” Joey pulled down his pants. They were already full of holes from the force of his fart. Bryce began to drool as Joey exposed his ass to him. Like a Pavlovian puppy, he began to drool at the sight. Digging into his treat as Joey smiled.

“Oh yeah bro! Eat your final meal!” Joey laughed. Bryce’s tongue lapping at his hole drove both men to come in near minutes. After one final silent but deadly fart, Joey climbed out of his deep hole his fart had stuck them both inside. Bryce would have to lay there; his only escape being at the mercy of any rescue team being able to stomach the smell of Joey’s lethal gas.

TheStinkverse Crossovers : Seat for a Titan

The entire gym session was a disaster. Did Wonho still get a good workout for arms and glutes? Yes, but one of the jocks spent the entire hour being loud and annoying, farting around a fellow jock friend as 'motivation'. Wonho was cute, kind, and usually chill, but tonight he decided to bring out The Titan.

"Sorry Carter, please don't fart on me again! I promise to be bett..." The weaker jock gets cut off as a massive fart roars into his face from Carters sweaty ass and echoes in the gym. "No apologies, no promises, just progress! If you can't overpower me then just accept my farts! Now get out of here you weak whiny mess! You should be thankful to smell such powerful farts!" Carter laughs, walking slowly out towards the changing rooms. Wonho sets down the weights and follows him out, slowly walking behind softly as Carter heads to the exclusive members room with soft padded benches. Oblivious to the beast of a man behind him he swipes his keyboard and pushes the door open slightly. "Mind if I join?" Wonho asks, face sporting a blank stare as he uses a single hand to push Carter into the room.

Jacob's first day of his new job, the first day in hell

...

Day One was long, busy, and hellish.

As Tristan had explained, Fartboy was ordered to spend his classes in the far back corner of the lecture halls, where an AKO brother would sit with his ass sticking out to relieve themselves of gas.

The brother in his Monday morning psych 101 class, Harley, was a burly guy with messy brown hair, a beard, and furry arms. He had on an old dirty beer crawl T Shirt, and old basketball shorts. Before class he warned Jacob that he usually loads up on dorm cafeteria breakfasts.

“The eggs, bacon, and oatmeal really do a number on my guts,” he smirked, “That gas really reeks. Gnarly. You don’t have to smell them if you don’t want to,”

Jacob was ready to say thanks and get away from that awful sounding ass, but Fartboy was in full control; “Don’t worry about me sir, fart sniffing is my job. Sniffing farts is my favorite thing to do, and I want to please the frat”

“That’s what we like to hear.”

So Jacob was forced to spend the lecture with his face buried deep into Harley’s ass. His basketball shorts were doing nothing to hold off the stench. Fartboy breathed through his nose slowly, forcing Jacob to spend the agonizing 75 minute lecture by savoring the stink coming out of Harley’s backside.

Worse were the farts, of course. Letting them out slowly and quietly, Jacob felt the pants get hot and his face become uncomfortably moist. A revolting stink took over, like old eggs in old pig grease. Jacob’s eyes burned, but Fartboy was smiling and drawing in slow sniffs. Jacob was enraged; not only did he have to smell it, but his alter ego was really taking his time with each fart. 

Inside Fartboy’s head, Jacob was screaming. He couldn’t take notes. He couldn’t focus on what the professor was saying, he was so far away. And Fartboy always made sure all of his attention was given to the ass in front of him.

Once the stink was gone (or at least, brought back to ‘minimum’ levels of stink that always came off Harley’s asshole), Jacob finally got fresh air as Fartboy moved over to start his dozens of kisses of gratitude. Jacob didn’t even care at the humiliating act, he was just glad to be out of that ass.

When class was over, Harley and Jacob snuck out of the room. “How were those?”

“Absolutely disgusting.” Jacob said with sincerity, but Fartboy was still smiling, “Thanks again. Can’t wait for Thursday’s class”

Jacob walked toward his next class, sick to his stomach. Awaiting him was Griffin, a dumb football player with a thick ass that stretched his basketball shorts out. He’d texted Jacob the day before, “Hey Fartboy, usually i shower in the mornings but since you’re in my 11am lecture, I’ll wait till afterward. I don’t want you to be bored with a clean butt when you could explore the smells of my unwashed crack :D study my ass harder than the class”

And Fartboy’s fingers typed on Jacob’s phone to reply “Can’t wait, sir! I love your farts so much!!”

All of Fartboy’s texts were saved and shared on a secret frat discord server. As were over-the-shoulder selfies of Fartboy at work.

Griffin was taking such a selfie in their 11am lecture. He held the phone over his shoulders, and Fartboy stared right back up into his own eyes. Griffin was bold enough to pull his shorts down, mooning Jacob with pale smooth cheeks. Because he was told to ‘explore the smells’, Fartboy had grabbed onto Griffin’s thick cheeks and spread them, getting Jacob’s neck at an angle to a painful degree, trying to line his nostrils up right over his smooth pink hole. The angle was awkward and started to give Jacob a headache, but it did make the stink stronger so Fartboy didn’t relieve Jacob of this painful position. Jacob started to cry, and Fartboy started sniffing.

Thankfully, Griffin only farted three times during class. Each one made his eyes stream more tears, and his nose turned into a bloodhound’s making sure to sniff them all in. Even though they were less painful than Harley’s, and less frequent, still this was another class that Jacob missed. At this rate, he would fail the semester and have to start over. His heart raced with anxiety; the frat wouldn’t do that to a pledge, would they? But then he thought, they’ve already done this evil hypnosis, they know I know this is all fake, yet they were more than happy to force me into ruining my college career, just so they could taunt me like immature older brothers.

Next class of the day, 1pm lecture…oh no. Jacob got a text from Diego, the senior brother he was assigned to for this class. “Hey Fartboy, I am seeing my girlfriend this afternoon but I don’t have time to shower. Can you use your tongue to ‘freshen’ up back there? Give my ass a spa treatment.”

No. no, fuck no, Fartboy’s thumbs raced, “Yes sir right away sir!”

Fartboy took over and made Jacob sprint to class. 

For the next 75 minutes, Fartboy gave Diego’s ass the full spa treatment.

First, Fartboy pampered him with kisses. Jacob grimaced at feeling all of the ass hairs scratch at his lips. He reeked as if he’d never showered. Jacob’s lips were forced into the forest of black hair around Diego’s dark asshole. He gagged, but Fartboy kept going. Afterward, he started giving a full-ass massage, using his nose and lips against his hairy cheeks, and kneading them with his fingers. Diego was smirking, holding his phone over his shoulder to record it for the chat. Jacob would have been ashamed if he knew he was being filmed, but Fartboy had pulled him in to massage Diego’s asshole with his nose. He pressed in deep and was roughly grinding his face into his ass crack, while his hands worked on his cheeks. The stink, the pressure, the heat, it was all making Jacob feel faint. Forced to be conscious through this hell.

When it was finally time to lick him clean, and Jacob couldn’t help but count each ass hair that got caught into his mouth, Diego decided it was time to let out his gas. He waited for Jacob’s tongue to reach his hole before letting an SDB seep out.

Jacob gagged violently, but Fartboy locked lips with Diego’s hole and sucked it down, forcing Jacob to taste every moment. His hands kept rubbing his cheeks, slowly working and massaging his ass muscles, while his lips worked on his hole.

Finally, class was over. Jacob was in a daze, shivering in disgust and exhaustion. Diego pulled his shorts up and looked down at the pledge,

“Feels squeaky clean down there, Fartboy. Great Job! And your face was the perfect massage wand. I think I’d like every class this semester to be a spa day for my ass.”

Before Jacob could let the horror of those words sink in, the horror of having to do that three times a week for 75 minutes each…Fartboy chirped up “That would be my pleasure, sir! I’m sorry I let you fart into my mouth instead of my nose where it belongs. I will deduct those from my points today.”

“You know I liked using your mouth instead. Loved feeling you squirm. Since you don’t mind missing out on points here and there, I’ll make sure to save my farts for your mouth only”

“Thank you sir. Your gas was the most vile thing I’ve tasted. But for the frat, I look forward to tasting the next one”

Diego cackled a boyish cruel laugh. Jacob felt shame and disgust brewing inside him, but Fartboy smiled like an idiot. Diego said, “I fucking love you man. 

So none of those points counted. He’d spent the full lecture gagging on Diego’s evil ass gas, only to add no points to his total. He’ll never be free from Fartboy.

…

In between classes, Jacob tried to avoid running into frat brothers across campus. He learned the mistake the hard way when, on day one, he cut across the quad to get to one of the few real classes he had on the other side…except a group of brothers was coming his way. The tallest one in the middle with the shaven black hair and gaunt face was Vinnie Russo. He locked eyes with Jacob and headed in his direction.

I can’t pretend not to see him.

“Well happy Monday, Fartboy.”

“Happy Monday, Sir.”

“Who was your last class with?”

“Diego Sanchez, Sir.”

“Hah! Dirty Sanchez!” the group started to laugh, “Fuck man I can’t imagine surviving a single minute near his rank skunk ass. And his mind’s just as filthy. Tell us in detail what he had you do for him.”

So Fartboy took over, and with pride he explained how he gave Diego’s ass a ‘spa day’, how he used his nose to massage his hole, how he spent a long time tongue scrubbing it clean, and how Diego had farted into his mouth. Jacob’s face would have been burning with shame at admitting, not only that these things happened to him, but with enthusiasm like he loved every second of it! They all cackled with cruel faces, enjoying how disgustingly evil it all was.

“Well sounds like you had a rough afternoon.”

“Yes sir, I'm exhausted.” Jacob admitted. Maybe these guys would be merciful to him.

“I don’t have anything to offer right now, but maybe you could still show gratitude. On your knees.” 

Fartboy did as commanded. Jacob worried that other students were watching!

Vinnie walked up to him and turned around. His ass was snug in his blue jeans. “Give my shithole a smooch. And then, keep your lips glued there.”

Fartboy obeyed. Jacob’s lips yanked him forward and he planted a fat kiss right on the seat of Vinnie’s jeans. As instructed, the lips stayed there. No matter how much Jacob tried to nudge, his body was determined to keep his lips against the older brother’s asshole. 

The others were laughing at the sight. The pledge kissing the brother’s ass, just as nature intended. They stood around joking and chatting for a few minutes, while Jacob was becoming more aware of how much time was passing. He was late for class. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be in class. He was skipping the only class he could hope to do well in, so he could keep his lips locked with a guy’s asshole?!

The heat of his breath made the fabric moist. As always, Fartboy savored the stink with deliberate sniffs.

He heard others laughing, girls and guys. Other students who know nothing about the frat, who see a freshman hyper focused on kissing a frat bro’s ass. Typical hazing. Hell week. Laugh and move on. Jacob wanted to cry. He would never make friends at this school. If Fartboy is in so much control, he’ll be a laughingstock. 

Then Jacob felt someone lean up on the side of his head,

PRTPRTPRPPPPP

Someone farted into his left ear. That got the other guys hooting with laughter. Fartboy didn’t move from his spot, but since his nose was exposed more, he could smell the fart well. It wouldn’t count to his total points for the day, of course, but even so he took in a deep sniff. Jacob felt like a raging monkey in a cage.

They took turns ripping farts on either side of his head. He drunk them into his nose, knowing that he wouldn’t count them to the score, forcing Jacob to appreciate every horrible flavor, from the ass sweat humid from his jeans seeping into his lips, to the constant farts that he sucked in second by second.

“Wow it’s been 45 minutes. I’m tired of this. Ok Fartboy you win.”

Like magic, Jacob’s lips were detached from Vinnie’s pants. His ass sweat caked onto his lips and had sunk onto his tongue. “Thank you, sir.”

“As a prize…uh…who thinks they haven’t showered the longest here?”

“Gotta be me,” a tall brother with a beer gut raised his arm, “Didn’t feel like it since Thursday night.”

“Wow that’s vintage 5 day aged ass crack, Fartboy, your prize is to sniff my buddy Paul here on his asshole and really really take in the aroma, like a fine wine.”

Paul turned around and pulled his jeans down.

Oh no, fuck,

Fartboy didn’t ever give Jacob a chance to react, mentally, to what was about to happen to him. Paul’s fallen jeans revealed large chubby ass cheeks coated in bear like brown hair. His hands clasped at his cheeks and spread them open to show even thicker hair sinking into the crack. And immediately, Fartboy yanked Jacob forward, forcing him to crawl toward this fat hairy beast of an ass, and shove his nose deep into the ass trench.

Jacob couldn’t hear or think about the disgusted groans from the guys, and their shocked hyena cackles. And he still hadn’t known that this was all on discord. But in that moment, the mindnumbingly painful stench of old shit was forced to be enjoyed by his nose. He wanted to vomit. Fartboy sniffed slowly to take in the aromas, enough that it forced Jacob to think about the different aspects of the way Paul’s asshole stunk, and to compare it to the other asses he’s smelled. Jacob’s nightmare was never ending; he was being forced to turn the smell over and over in his head, as if trying to memorize it, 

He had been forced to put all of his attention on the way Paul’s asshole smelled, he didn’t realize class was being let out and students were laughing at him, horrified and squealing. He had no idea they were taking pictures of him and posting them online.

Ever since, Jacob has avoided the quad. 

…

As he entered the library doors, Jacob’s phone started blowing up with requests. Fartboy got to work. 

A brother by the name of Kyle Brower texted him an awful message: 

‘Hey Fartboy. I’m on the third floor, far north corner. No one else around. Had a bacon cheeseburger for lunch. Not sitting well. Don’t talk to me because I’m working. I’ll have my ass out, come and do your job.’

Jacob clenched his teeth. After being smothered by Amad’s rancid ass, the last thing he wanted to do was learn how cheeseburgers affected Kyle’s bowels. He watched Fartboy bring him down the hall and up the stairs, grinning in anticipation.

The third floor was quiet, and Jacob was surprised to find all the desks empty. Kyle was the only person on the floor. He had a buzz cut, and matching short stubble around his jawline. He had a grey shirt with a list of bars from a previous bar crawl. He was in black basket ball shorts, and he had positioned his ass so that it was hanging out the back hole of the chair, between the back rest and the seat. He had headphones on and looked intently at his homework. He glanced at Jacob for a moment, then looked back down at his work.

Fartboy made Jacob focus on his ass buldging out from the chair as he dropped to his knees and crawled across the old filthy library carpet. Jacob was afraid someone on the floor would see, but that hasn’t stopped Fartboy before. Jacob was terrified of another ‘viral’ moment. 

In that moment, a horror hit Jacob’s heart…the parties. Oh god, they’re going to make me do this shit in front of girls…

Fartboy ignored Jacob’s thoughts, and forced him to bring his nose up to the seat of his black shorts. Fartboy made Jacob think about how Kyle’s asshole smell was unique compared to the other brothers. Jacob hated that his thoughts were filled with memories of the worst smells he’d ever taken in, some of the most humiliating and revolting experiences he’s had, and the hypnosis was forcing him to memorize every detail and solidify it in his memory forever.

Just as Jacob was fully realizing how this hypnosis was causing permanent changes in his mind, Fartboy nuzzled in deep to do his job.

Nothing could prepare Jacob for just how awful this would be. 

Immediately, his shorts went hot with the worst silent but deadly fart Jacob had ever smelled in his life. Just hours after the last ‘worst’ thing he’d ever smelled. Jacob started gagging, but Fartboy was stronger. His hands clutched at Kyle’s hips, and Jacob’s face was shoved deeper into Kyle’s crack, muffling his gagging sounds. Fartboy kept taking in sniffs when he had a chance, making Jacob’s nausea worse. 

Then another came out. Again the heat covering Jacob’s face and coating it in its rotten stink, which Fartboy soaked in like a calming facial. The gagging had subsided, Fartboy was in full control, now putting his hands up on Kyle’s cheeks, he made sure Jacob savored every moment.

Then another came out.

Ten minutes. Jacob spent ten minutes with his face buried up Kyle’s cheeks, screaming into his ass while a neverending stream of cheeseburger fart tearing up his nostrils. His eyes were burning with tears.

But Fartboy had pulled a wide smile, and he whispered “Thank you sir, those were absolutely disgusting.” As if rubbing it in, he made Jacob kiss Kyle’s ass. Again, and again. Fartboy was kissing each cheek all over, He was getting more frantic and giggling to himself. 

Kyle held his phone over his shoulder, in a snapchat selfie video, he raised a brow at the sight of Jacob’s obsessive kissing. 

“Fartboy’s having a moment,” he muttered with a smirk.

Fartboy saved the last kiss for the asshole, the same hole that had just let out the most vile grease bomb up Jacob’s nose. Then he smiled lovingly at Kyle’s ass and whispered, “thank you, sir. Those were the worst I’ve smelled today.”

Jacob was finally freed, and crawled up to walk away. The entire time, Kyle didn’t acknowledge him once, except to film him. He kept his head down and was working. Jacob felt empty, that this guy didn’t think of me as a pledge and would be brother, but like he’d used some service app to order his farts to be vacuumed out. As if Jacob hadn’t been forced to suck down the worst stink of his life… 

Maybe, Jacob thought as he returned to his seat, maybe I can get enough homework done that missing classes won’t be as bad…” the memories of Kyle’s ass, and the asses of the other boys he’d serviced that day, were dancing around his nose. Jacob couldn’t concentrate; the homework and studying was boring and too difficult without being present in class, and Fart Boy was reliving some of the most foul moments of the day.

Jacob felt sick to his stomach, 

Soon, Kyle texted back. ‘on a scale of 1-10, how rancid were they?’

Jacob was honest, ‘10.”

He replied “sorry to hear. I usually get gassy like this for hours. I’ll let you know when I have more. Don’t get too comfy”

Jacob’s head collapsed into his arms. But he felt his heart race as Fart Boy’s excitement shot back up. Now his mind was replaying the cheeseburger farts, and Jacob was feeling of longing, 

“No,” he whispered in horror.

But he could feel, not Fartboy, but himself desire to bring his nose to Kyle’s asshole again. 

He was at the library from 5-9pm. In those four hours, Kyle called him back eight more times. Each time what used to be dreading the steps up to the third floor turned into taking two steps at a time.. Always seeing his ass hanging out, knowing it was about to let out the worst stink, and knowing that he would need to keep his nose in it for several minutes. And he had to thank him each time.

He was disgusted while feeling an odd sensation, like realizing that an intense craving is about to be satisfied.

Jacob performed his service for Kyle, as well as about a dozen other brothers scattered about the library. Not all of them needed to fart, thank god; a few wanted a chance to welcome the pledge and ask about his first week (only one week!). They liked hearing Jacob detail what it was like to be Fartboy.

Of course they still made him humiliate himself. 

Gabe was a preppy boy with his brown hair in a perm, and round glasses. He seemed more sincerely friendly than the others, asking Jacob about his major and how he likes college life so far (Fartboy made him answer “I wish I could major in farts. And college has been great! I love servicing your asses”)

“Sounds…unbearable.” he smiled, “I’m not a gassy man really. But you should at least kiss my ass. Always respect your brothers.”

“Yes sir!” And Jacob performed another typical ass kissing exercise against dark khakis.

When Jacob answered Brady’s call, he found him another larger, bulky guys with a bit of a dullard face. How terrible would his gas be? But he wasn’t gassy either, he told Jacob

“Give me a deep blowjob. Don’t stop sucking till I’m soft.”

Jacob was shocked. Was this going to be common?? Fartboy took on this new roll. He crawled under Brady’s desk table in this quiet corner of the library, and pulled his shorts down to show a rising pink cock over pale blond pubes. He took his cock in all at once, breathing in through his nose the pube and ball sweat that lingered from his underwear. He gagged a few times, making Brady harder. He could feel the top of his head squish into Brady’s belly fat with every pump.

As ordered, Fartboy kept sucking even after he shot thick ropes of cum down Jacob’s throat. He’d slowed down and was now breathing heavy, gently sucking on the softening cock. Brady lazily stroked Jacob’s hair, “Good job, Fartboy. I promise, tomorrow morning, I’ll rip a monster for you.”

“Thank you sir,” Brady’s cock slipped out of Jacob’s mouth.

The next guy Jacob visited was Emilio, and he sat a table by himself. He was tall, hot, and rugged with black hair, a beard, and darker skin. Jacob couldn’t tell if he were Latin or Mediterranean,

“Hey there ‘Fartboy’,” he smirked, “I don’t have to fart, but I could burp on you if you’d like?”

“Yes sir that is generous of you,” Fartboy leaned in, and Jacob felt Emilio’s hand grab the back of his neck as he pulled his face toward Jacob’s face, with an open mouth right over his nose like he was going to bite it, Emilio let out an obnoxious burp.

Farboy sucked it in, forcing Jacob to wonder what he’d had for dinner.

…

Free at last. Jacob lay awake in his ‘bedroom’. After he left the library, he spent the rest of the evening hidden away in the frathouse basement. Loud music was playing overhead, and several guys kept coming to visit him and stick their asses into the ‘fart door’, but at last it seemed they were going to sleep. Day one down…six more days for thai week, then fifteen more weeks to go.

The more he thought about the boys at the library, the more concerned he felt. He wasn’t as humiliated by Gabe, and kissing his ass felt like a nice thing to do after he’d been kind to him. Emilio also seemed friendly, and his burp didn’t stink as bad as he thought it would. If anything it made him curious for more. 

And most shocking was Brady…Jacob always thought of himself as straight. But he hadn’t really thought about girls since the hypnosis. Now, he was imagining Brady’s cock thrusting into his throat, and feeling him cum again and again…

It didn’t stop at just Brady, though. He thought back to Paul, the linebacker with the furry ass, and how badly it stank. He thought about Griffin’s smooth, beautiful ass. He thought about kissing Vinnie’s jeans…

“No,” Jacob’s eyes were wide open in horror, because his own dick was getting hard. His hand found it, and started to play with it, while Jacob fell into a trance thinking about each asshole he’d kissed, each fart he’d sniffed…

“No, no, no,” the details were getting stronger, as if he were experiencing them again, and his dick was harder than he’d ever felt it before. Each fart was uniquely remembered, its sound and the way it stank, and he could picture each ass perfectly, down to the last freckle or hair.

Jacob cried out in aggravation. The hypnosis had seeped all the way down into his sexuality…

So when his memories played back Harley’s breakfast farts, those horrible chili dog and beer farts from the nameless Texan, and then Diego’s deep ass massage, his eyes were full of tears. It was too disgusting, imagining with perfect recollection of frat brothers farting on his tongue. And yet he stuck his tongue straight up, as if pushing up one of their assholes.

“Please, sir,” Jacob whispered to himself, “Fart in my mouth,”

His memory sunk deep into the flavors and smells that came from Diego’s putrid asshole, and Jacob’s dick was overflowing. He shot out over his face, chest, belly…he was so fixated on Diego’s hole that he didn’t realize he’d came. His hand fell from his dick, but his orgasm didn’t stop. After his cock went soft, he was still laying there feeling his orgasm linger, mixing intimately with the smells of Diego’s farts, and how his hole twitched and clenched on his tongue, and that dozens of dozens of other frat brothers were only just getting started…

“Fuck” he sighed again. This was only day one. He could be getting all the blowjobs he ever wanted. Instead, he was being conditioned to get off on their farts. What if he couldn’t go back to normal?!

His phone buzzed. A text from Paul, “We’re famous!” and a link to a reddit page. He opened the link, and then his eyes widened in shock. On a subreddit dedicated to Fraternity life, a picture of him with his face ears deep in Paul’s furry ass had reached the top of the page with thousands and thousands of karma points. It was awarded “Best hazing of Hell Week!”. In the picture, Vinnie, Paul, and the other brothers had their thumbs up, some flashing AKO signs.

“This year’s Fartboy, Jacob Smallen, is taking his job more seriously than the other pledges. We think he’s a keeper.”

My mom remarried just before I became a senior in high school so even though I wasn't happy about their divorce or the idea of a “new dad ", I also felt that, fuck,  I'm 18 so I don't have to care about him or even pretend like he's an authority. I guess I was being rude at first because the more I got to know my mom's boyfriend Darren, then “my fiance, Darren” then “my new husband” and “your stepdad”, he seemed like a pretty decent guy. He towered over us and was bulking and stocky from years of construction for his main gig of flipping cheap houses around the city. Most men towered over me; scrawny, long brown hair, glasses, dorky and quiet. Darren had a hearty laugh and a warm face and a fun sense of humor, the one thing I'll add is that his humor often got immature. He would make comments about his heavy sweating and stink after a long day of work, or joke about how gassy foods would make him, from burping very loud after dinner if Mom wasn't around, or looking at a Mexican restaurant menu on his phone and showing it to me saying, “you know this is just going to be fuel for my Fart Factory later.”

Every comment about his gas made me tense up before laughing. No one knew about my fart fetish, or the disgusting fantasies I’ve had for men like Darren to use his large butt to dominate me and smother me and force me to smell his farts. And I’d love every second of it. But of course these were all just masturbation fantasies, so I always forgot to react naturally with an immature laugh whenever Darren would tease me.

It started off pretty light, those jokes about his Fart Factory or how the gas bill was going to go up this month… and when Mom was around he had no problem lifting a leg and letting it rip trying to make it echo through the house. I'd always laugh with him if I could hear it to show him that I approved, and then I would spend the next couple hours thinking about the sound and wishing I could have smelt it or at least have recorded it.

Whenever mom was out and it was just the two of us, he got a little more personal with his jokes. I'd be watching TV and suddenly I would hear and maybe even feel hot air farting over the back of my head. He loved sneaking his butt up against the back of the headrest and farting into my hair like that because it always made me jump. I laughed as the stink clouded over me and it made me start to cough. It was nasty from the three egg omelets he always made for breakfast for himself. And I secretly quietly took sniffs as he left at my face and said something like "there's more of that came from”.

Or I'd be in my room on my laptop and he'd walk by my open door and pause to fart just so I could hear it. more often than not he would stick his butt into the room and let rip and then giggle like a child as he rushed away. He had no idea that he was driving me crazy seeing his ass in gray sweatpants going commando (“I always let my boys go free” he told me while scratching his balls through the sweatpants)

And then it got more severe as our time together grew longer and longer, because it was the summer before my senior year where I hadn't got an internship or job or anything and wasn't sure what to do because I needed to have summer money. So my mom suggested that I go work with Darren and he'd pay me under the table (more than minimum wage). So I thought, shit, ok.

Well, going with him to help him flip houses and I guess learn some of the trade, all meant that I would have to spend hours with him in the early morning traffic going out to our workplace, and that meant about an hour and a half of his non-stop morning farts filling the car. After every third or fifth fart he’d have to open the window, laughing at how bad the stink was as his gas collected. I laughed too, and begged him to stop or control himself, but he and I both knew that wasn't going to happen. I was most terrified that he would notice my pitched tent poking up my jeans. I was embarrassed at the idea of being so turned on by my new stepdad, let alone because his non-stop gas…

And I didn't have to rely on memory of the morning car parts alone, because when we were working in the house, he would often bring his ass close to me when I was in a confined space and let rip. I'd look up and see your feet away his large butt stretching against his denim while the sound of his fart ripping tore through and hit my ears. and I would always laugh and my heart would pound because I knew that his disgusting cloud was going to fall over me any moment

Over that summer, he didn't mind getting closer and closer. We'd be walking upstairs with me behind him and he'd stop and let rip right in my face, which always shocked me and made my heart jump with excitement as I forced myself to laugh off the latest gas blast. Following him up the stairs I had to breath in his butt funk, which made my knees week. It was rank with eggs, beans, his typical breakfast burrito order. 

And once as I was bent on my hands and knees to set up the paint roller, I felt him press up against my left shoulder slowly, and I turned to see his massive backside eating my entire shoulder and sinking against me and warming up my left arm

“Don't want to scare you, but this is going to be a big one and I want it to vibrate for you”

And before I could even react to such a hot statement, I felt his butt slowly purr out a deep bassy fart into my shoulder and it kept going for a while, and I held my breath and didn't say anything as I tried to discreetly sniff the rancid air that was filling this corner of the room.

It lasted maybe 15 seconds but from down there it may as well have been 5 minutes straight. He  didn't laugh at first, and I realized that we were in an awkward moment of silence, so I let out a little laugh, which helped him slowly build up to his normal chuckle. He knew that he'd crossed a line, but because I laughed along it was okay, and that meant that I could expect more vibrations against my body.

He didn't have too many farts on our way back home that night, but when I got into bed I couldn't stop touching myself at the memory of feeling his ass press up against me like that…

Then maybe a week later, after more instances of him using my back when I was crouched on the ground, feeling the vibrations in my shoulder blades… or times when he’d say “Hey can you give me a hand?” and held his out so when I reached to return the shake, he’d pull my hand up against the seat of his pants and rip a gnarly one against my palm…or the times I’d be on the ground again and I’d feel him fart into my hair or some other exposed part of me (“You’re the perfect Gas Muffler!)... After a full week of fart humor, we had a Fourth of July party where he drank a lot of beer and promised to sleep-in most of the next day. 

Mom was out, and I found him lying on the guest bed wearing something that shocked me. It was a pair of dark Navy briefs but the seat of them had been ripped and a large hole exposed the lower half of my step dad's hairy thick ass. He bent his knee up a bit in his sleep so I could peer into his crack and get a glimpse of his hole buried in thick hair.

I thought I was going to faint. I quickly took my phone out and snapped a picture knowing that I was going to use it over and over again in the next few weeks. I had no idea of course how right I was going to be 

“Admiring the fart window, huh”

“I-,” I blurted out before shutting up. And then I forgot… How stupid of me… part of the bed’s design included a mirror along the headboard, and since he was sleeping on his stomach he could see me through the mirror, eagerly taking a photo of his naked ass the second I could.

“Yep I thought the fabric kept getting in the way so I cut it up to let my farts go free,” he stuck his finger up into his ass crack to give it a good long scratch. I watched him bring the finger up to his nose and he sucked it down, “Mhm, pretty rank.”

He laughed and looked up at me through the mirror. I didn't know what to do or say, and I froze up as if I were still a kid feeling guilty about being caught doing something bad. 

Then he pushed out a loud fart that made me jolt.

PPRTPRTPRPTRPTPP

“Well what do you think he asked how did you rate that Ripper?” he asked after laughing at his own butt.

“... a 9 out of 10”

 “What? Why not 10?”

“...cuz I didn't get a chance to smell it, so you know the sounds and length were pretty good but-,” I tried to sound like I was joking.

The pause made me feel sick. I shouldn’t have said that. But he broke the silence and said “won't get your nose in it right now and give me the right rating”

I hesitated at first, but I leaned in and sniffed the air closer toward his butt, my heart pounding and my dick raising because the stink was bad. Reeking from hot dogs and beer…

 “okay 10 out of 10, that’s bad,”

“I think I got another lined up…” he scratched his hairy cheek, pulling back and flashing me more of his crack in the process. 

“Can I-,” I blurred it out before I could stop myself, “can I stick my nose into the fart window?”

A long pause which made me feel like I shouldn't have asked that, but I saw a smile grew and he started to laugh and say “it’s your funeral.”

So I got down onto the bed and locked eyes with his ass crack as I slowly brought myself forward into the heat of the leftover fart vapors spewed around. His legs were warm and hairy and soft, and as I got closer to the fart window of his underwear, I thought I was going to come. So close his ass smelled rank, holding in all of yesterday’s sweat and grime, being churned up by revolting ass blasts. My heart was pounding in my ears and I stared at his ass afraid of what was about to happen.

He said “didn't you want your nose in?” and he reached his hand back and pulled at one of his large cheeks, flashing me is deep brown asshole in the middle of a nest of black ass crack hair

“It stinks really bad,”

He laughed at me, “Just like it should, now get in there I’m about to burst,”

I thought I was going to pass out, this felt like a bizarre dream that I’d wake up from any second now and be disappointed that it was all fake. I thought there was nothing real about this except using the memory of this vivid dream to jerk off to. But it was real, and the stink was making my nose burn. 

That didn't stop me and I sunk my face into his sweaty hairy ass crack and pressed my nose up into his gross asshole.

“I'm going to make this vibrate for you okay,” he grabbed the back of my head and before I could react

RPTRPTRPTPRTPRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

He let out his immature childish bullying laugh while his hands clawed into my hair to force my nose deeper up his disgusting fart hole. I gagged and sputtered in the rancid stink and my hands came up to try and pull out his wrist, but then I dropped them and instead pulled it his cheeks to get in some fresh air I had to take deep sniffs through my nose because my mouth was getting stuffed with his gooch chair. I moaned into it as I took deep sniffs of less concentrated fart. I thought my eyes were rolling back into my skull because I had already begun to cum. I clawed and squeezed his cheeks and smothered my face into his dank stink trench while hot cum shot through my underwear. I couldn't believe I did something so disgusting, and I closed my eyes and nuzzled my nose into his butthole, taking slower breaths.

“I knew you're a little pig boy” he said, “I knew you loved my farts. I want you to keep sampling my brew every day from now on. Up close and personal, since you’re the only other one who’d appreciate it as much as me. Do you like the sound of that? Little Pigboy?”

I moaned into his butt cheeks and my hands slowly rubbed his skin. There is no point in lying, I didn't want my nose to leave his putrid fart hole.

And so the rest of the summer he had a lot of fun finding different ways to get my nose into his butthole. We'd stop for a quick breakfast at McDonald's and after he gobbled down his McMuffin and hash browns, he'd urge me to go to the bathroom with him so he could unload a bit of morning gas.

He leaned against the sink and pushed out his big jeans coated butt out, waiting for me to either bend over to get near him from the back or from the side. I often like to go from the side because it was easier to get my face deep in there and soak in the brunt of this morning gas.

“Ugh this is fucking sick,” I pulled away because his ass was too ripe.

“C’mon piggy, I know you’re hungry.”

This felt filthy. But I couldn’t stop smiling and dove back in for more. I love his stink. 

And if we were sitting in traffic, and he felt like he had a big one to rip, he'd spread his legs a little bit and tell me to get right up into the seat. I’d make sure no one was looking and then I'd dip down and shove my face into his crotch get my nose between is jeans and the seat fabric, getting ready to suck up another rancid fart the heat of the air made me gag deep into the pleather, but he didn't have to worry about the steering wheel so he used his hands to hold my head down and force me to suck in very very slowly.

And at the house, just the two of us, every single time he had to rip he would call out “Oh Sniffie!” and I would have to drop what I was doing and sprint over to him and get my nose up his hole as fast as possible. He'd always be in a position with his knees bent and his ass sticking out so that I could die of and slide on my knees to slam my face into his butt and get bombarded with long and loud gas blast that vibrated my nose and shook my head

If we were taking a break and drinking water or a beer in the living room, he'd have me lay on top of a sleeping bag and pillow on the ground so that he could crouch over and use my face as his seat while he drank his beer. Even if he didn't have gas, I got to enjoy just relaxing time with my face smothered by his cheeks and sniffing the hot denim fabric for his sweat. But of course he usually did have gas, and so he would slowly fill my lungs with awful silent and deadly farts. In the privacy of a sleeping bag I would rub one out and I'd hear him chuckle as he'd watch the bag go up and down.

His favorite thing to do would be to have his ass say good night. That is right as he was going to go to bed he would come into my room, without knocking, and rush over to grab the back of my head and shove my nose into his boxers, or more often, into the open fart window underwear, and destroy my lungs with another noxious blast to say good night and he would grind my face in his crack and wiggle his hips around with a loud cartoonish kissing sounds.

In the morning, if we had to leave early, he made sure that the first thing I saw was his bare asshole and right as I'd open my eyes and see the large naked ass in front of me, it would let out the loud fart that would shake up my ears and make me start to gag on his rancid air.

“Morning sniffy, gotta get dressed,”

And I’d pull myself up and kisses naked ass , “good morning… is today going to stink?”

“it's going to fucking reek.”

When Igor first joined the gym, however, he took a very different approach to being eye-fucked by his fellow gym user. He'd caught Gary red handed staring at and drooling over Igor's fat ass instead of pumping weights as he was supposed to be doing. Without shame, Igor loudly asked Gary, "You like looking at asses? You want closer look, yes?"

As some of the other gym users sniggered at Gary being called out on his behaviour, Gary splattered his indignation at the accusation all while insisting that he was a straight family man who only had eyes for his wife. Which were the same old excuses he'd always given.

Igor wasn't taking any of it, though. "Such lies. Here, let me give you a close up, maybe then you'll be more truthful." He'd rumbled before stepping over Gary's head and planting his sweaty ass right on Gary's face. Gary didn't have enough time to react, and so any potential objections were completely smothered under Igor's fat cheeks.

The sounds that definitely weren't smothered by Igor's fat ass were the roars of laughter of the rest of the gym goers as they saw Igor finally put Gary in his place. The laughter only grew louder when they spotted that Gary had a raging hard on in his gym shorts from having his face buried under Igor's glutes. Igor calling out, "See, he likes it", only encouraged them more, and soon they were joking with each other that they wanted to have a turn rubbing their asses over Gary's face once Igor was finished with him.

Dirty Desires : Creation of a dom

How could you have let your life get to this point. A few months ago you were on the football team, friends with all the players, and a great player. But now? Now you were just demoted to water boy as the previous one, Gabriel, beat you in the mid-season try outs the College held to ensure the best players were always on the team. Last time you had barely beat him for the final spot on the team, and this time around your fates were reversed. Unfortunately for you he was well aware of how you beat him previously. Contaminating his water with laxatives to wnsure he was unable to focus.

Now as you and him were in the locker room after the verdict, he would exact his revenge for costing him months of not playing. "Good playing out there!" You reach to shake his hand as he finsihes stripping off his training gear off. "Nah ah! I know what you did last time round...with the laxitive!" He watches in satisfaction as your face goes a ghostly white. "Yeah...thats what I thought! Now why don't you kneel and bow to me for forgiveness? Or maybe I will end up showing the team how you managed to get in with them!"