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Pledge Trauma

You woke up day three of being a pledge to the sight of a pale ass, and a slightly hairy pink hole hovering over your face. You exclaimed your surprise by a small gasp, which forced you to inhale the musk that was over you. “Rise and shine,” Max laughed before, PPpFffRRRrTrTt You watched as his dewy ass sprayed a fart into your face. His hole pushing out and open to unleash a 4 second blast point blank. The smell was rancid. You choked on the warm air, not wanting to breathe in the taste. “Do you have morning classes today?” Max asked. “No.” “Good, cause your face looks really comfy.” You began to panic, but before you could even try to throw him off. He fell backwards and planted his ass over your face. “How’s the post-workout funk man?” It was awful. You felt his hole swell over your nose. Ready to release. You wanted to do something, but you laid completely still, and let him, bbBbBlLaarraARrpPtT You heard Max laugh violently. “How are the post workout farts pledge.” He said. It burned. You felt your face warm up, and get soggy from his swamp ass.

After what felt like an eternity, which was really just three minutes. Max raised his ass off of your face, and pulled his underwear up. You gasped, and you could feel your body shake, as oxygen was reintroduced to your blood flow. Max laughed as he watched you struggle to get out of bed and catch your breath. “And how’s that snot I slipped in your mouth earlier taste?” He continued laughing, “Bet you didn’t notice until now from all that dank ass gas you inhaled!” You glared at him, and he just laughed even harder. “Gotta love the booger and fart combo meal,” Max joked as you walked past him.

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A Funky Friendsgiving

[I thought it would be fun to include some characters from my last story]

You were laying on your back in Anthony's king size bed, as his tan bubble butt was spread across your face. “Don’t be shy babe, eat it up” he said as he was grinding on you, rocking up and down your face causing his hole to move from your nose to your mouth, back and forth. It smelled so bitter yet sweet. “I mean it is Thanksgiving after all.”

The movement was building pressure around his puckered ass and you knew you were trapped. Not that you minded

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“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more heavy gas down your throat.

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“Kiss it for me, babe?” He kept ripping ass while grinding on your open mouth and up your nose. You knew it was the only air you would be breathing tonight but you didn’t care. It was coming from Anthony’s beautiful buttocks and you had no plans to stop…

Earlier that night, you arrived at your friend Christina’s house for a friendsgiving. You had been looking forward to catching up with some good friends that you’ve known since high school. It’s tough to get everyone together being in your 30s now, but you always made it work and it was always worth it.

Even your friend Dante who you hadn’t seen in several months showed up, which was a nice surprise. He brought his father David. His dad was extremely fit and good looking for his age and you couldn’t help but to admire him. Even though he was older, he fit in with everyone and made good company. You happened to notice that Dante and David seemed very close for a father and son. Their energy threw you off at first, but you tried not to read into it too much. Everyone was having a good time, after all.

With such a diverse group of friends, there was an exceptional mix of cuisine: Dante and David brought their delicious Macaroni and Cheese; Noel brought a large platter of brown rice and beans along with a side of cheesy beef empenadas; Anthony brought his home made stuffed shells; Tia made mashed potatoes and a side of brussel sprouts; you brought a broccoli and cheddar fondu; and Christina, being the host, prepared a delicious turkey with a side of gravy and stuffing. There was way more than enough food for the 7 of you.

Everyone was catching up and having a good time. You stepped away to get a beer when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Yo man! Long time no see.” You tunred around to see your friend Anthony. Anthony was tall, handsome guy and he always had your back, even in your earlier school days. Being an extrovert, Anthony now worked in sales and introduced you to a lot of people throughout the years, both friends and colleagues. He was charismatic and always made people feel comfortable, but he was also a great friend. You couldn't help but admire his charm.

“Hey Tony! I was just grabbing a drink.” Tony walked with you to the kitchen as you caught up with each other. You've always had a crush on Anthony, but your friendship never went beyond that. He knew you were gay from the beginning which helped him open up to you when he began exploring his own sexual identity and thoughts about other men, but it was more platonic. Plus he had been living with his boyfriend Alex for over a year now and you cared about his happiness more than anything.

Still, you felt more of an attraction to him tonight and noticed he was talking to you more than any of your friends. Not that you minded, but it was hard to keep your feelings down - literally as your cock jumped in your pants every time he spoke.

After a few drinks, it was time for dinner. You looked in awe at the abundance of a delcious dinner in front of you. Anthony grabbed 2 plates and handed one to you. “Look, so there’s something I wanted to tell you. After my promotion, I was actually able to move out and get a place of my own. It was rough at first, but I’m making it work.”

You didn’t really understand what he meant. Last time you checked, him and Alex were doing well together. “Oh wow. I mean that’s great Tone, but you and Alex already had your own place, no?”

“Yeah, so about that...” Anthony was loading his plate up now. He started with the Mac and Cheese and then added rice and beans. “As you know, me and Alex have gone through our ups and downs in the past.” He was piling up his plate now with turkey, brussel sprouts, 2 empanadas, stuffed shells and mashed potatoes. “We were always able to work through them, but we got into a big argument and there’s just no going back.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say. On one hand, you were shocked. I mean, you cared about your friend, but it also low key made you excited knowing that he was single again. But you also wanted to be there for him. “Wow Tony, wait so back up, everything was going good between you and Alex, so what happened?”

“I don’t really know how to tell you man, but“

“Sheesh Tony, the food isn’t going anywhere” he was interrupted by your other good frined Noel, noticing the mountain of dinner on his plate. “I can’t even see the plate underneath!”

“Relax Noel, there’s definitely more than enough food here.” Christina chimed in.

“Yeah, but we all know what happens to Tony’s stomach when he eats too much.” Noel said grinning.

Noel was great guy and he was part of your inner circle back in the day. What he was referring to was Anthony’s lactose intolerance, which you all were familiar with. Even when he took his digestive enzymes, Tony’s gas was heavy and lethal. And dairy just added fuel to the flames. Tonight his plate was full of different cheesy foods in addition to the turkey.

Tony walked over to Noel: “Life’s too short, man.” he turned his back to Noel. “Sometimes you just gotta let loose-”

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“…and live a little” he said as he ripped a booming 7 second fart right on Noel’s plate.

“Come on Tone, that was right on my food!” Noel said frustrated as he walked to the living room. Anthony just gave an evil smirk as he followed behind Noel. Everyone was laughing about it as they went to the living room – well, everyone except for you.

Aside from the potent stench, his fart didn't really phase you. You stood in the kitchen for a moment contemplating what to do. You really wanted to tell Anthony about your feelings tonight, and he just disclosed that he was single now, so you had the freedom to speak on it. Still, as his friend, you wanted to know what happened with Alex. You wanted to talk to him, alone.

Back in the living room, everyone was eating and chatting. Anthony was enjoying his massive plate while chatting with Dante and David. You walked over and sat with them, trying to join in the conversation.

“Man that was a pretty gnarly fart earlier” Dante said with a laugh. “Can’t imagine how bad it’s going to get after dinner.”

“Trust me, it’s gonna keep me up all night.” Dante and David gave each other an interesting look, which you never understood to this day. But your mind was occupied about Anthony to think too much about it.

Anthony finished his plate without saying a word to you. You felt a shift in the energy, as he got up and walked to the bathroom. As the night went on, you caught up with your other friends. You tried to talk to Anthony again but it was as if he ignored you. He was showing you so much attention at the start of the party, so what was going on?

By the end of the night, everyone was saying their goodbyes until it was just you and Anthony. You both decided to leave together and after saying goodbye to Christina, you walked outside in silence.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night Tony” you said breaking the silence. “You okay?”

“I’m good man, it was just a little bit uncomfortable earlier” he was finally opening up to you.

“Look, Tony, I’m not sure what happened but you can talk to me about anything.”

He looked at you and took a deep breath, then closed his eyes forcefully as he leaned forward.

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He let out a loud, chunky 23-second fart that shook the whole street and set off the neighbor’s car alarm. Even being outside, the smell hit burned the inside of your nostrils as you began coughing.

“Damn Tony, you might wanna check your pants. I was just-“

He interrupted you. “Look I don’t know how to say this, but here it goes: yes, I have some powerful gas. But it’s not for everyone. Alex wasn’t a fan of it. We ended up getting into a huge fight over it. The reason I left is because he couldn’t take it and he wasn’t open to it.” he was looking at the ground now. “He told me it was disgusting…”

“Wow, Tony, I’m so sorry man, I had no idea. I mean it seems a little extreme to break up over farting.” You wanted to tell him more about your feelings, but you were just trying to be there for your friend at this point.

“Well it’s not just about the gas. The thing of it is, I have a kink for farting on other men. I haven't been able to explore that yet. And I wanted to with Alex. He seemed so open minded when we first met and I thought that after so much time he’d be willing to try it” Anthony said, now looking up at you. “And the other thing is, seeing you tonight just made me feel good again. But I didn’t want this to weird you out. I mean I saw how Alex reacted…” It was all making sense now as to why he was ignoring you.

Somehow through the gas, you were extremely turned on. You had never really tried anything with farts before but just the idea of Anthony being so vulnerable in this moment about his deepest desire was turning you on. You didn't understand it but you were open to it.

“Look Tony I gotta be honest with you man. It’s always been you. I’ve always liked you. Yes, your gas is powerful, but that never really bothered me. Actually, if you want, we could try it out sometime…”

He grabbed your hand. “Well hopefully Christina doesn’t mind keeping your car overnight. And we can just tell her you drank too much or something” He said with a laugh. Now Tony was the one getting hard at the thought of farting in your face all night. “Would you wanna come back to my place?”

You couldn’t say no to him. The thought of being with Anthony, who you've known for years, and the thought of taking his beautiful ass just felt right. His stomach was rumbling at this point and he was ready to give you all of his built up gas, and you had no choice but to be there for him.

You made it back to his car. As he puilled out of the driveway, he locked all of the windows.

BrrRRrRRMmpppffffFffFt. The first of many deadly farts erupted and he moaned in relief, hand on his stomach. The smell was intoxicating and you felt your eyes water being trapped in his car. You honestly weren’t sure if you could take it but that was just turning you on more. Not to mention that it was giving Anthony so much pleasure and fulfilling his desires. Your dick was growing in your pants.

You started giving him a belly rub as he drove back to his place. You could feel the bubbling in his guts as he was driving quicker. The combination of all the food he ate was really messing with his stomach.

PffFfFFFFrRUrrrtT His farts kept coming out and shaking his seat. “Ugh babe I have so much gas tonight. I hope you’re ready for it.” The smell was overpowering your mind. You moved your hand down from his stomach and felt his throbbing cock through his pants, which turned you on even more. Good thing Anthony’s house was only a few minutes away.

Tthe smell was overpowering, but you were so turned on being inside in Anthony’s fart cloud and breathing in his gas. It’s like he was conditioning you to fall in love with his funk. He quickly parked and you looked at each other as he kissed you passionately in the midst of his stink. You were both precumming now, as he licked your lips and you felt his tongue inside your mouth. You both made it inside to his room, while he ripped as with each step up the stairs.

You walked in first and he followed, closing the door behind him. You walked over to his bed and he followed. “Baby, you know you’re gonna take all of this ass tonight, right?” he says taking his pants off.

He turned around and you saw his bubble butt busting out of his slacks as he threw them to the wall. He turned around to reveal his 8 inch rock hard cock poking through his underwear. You were staring in awe, dick throbbing as you began to unbutton your own pants when he pushed you back on the bed. He turned around and stood above you.

You saw his beautiful ass pointed out getting closer to your face as his legs straddled each side of your torso. He finished taking your pants off as his ass rested on your face like two firm pillows until he was pressing full weight on your warm face.

Anthony pulled out your dick and jerked you off as he leaned forward . You gripped his waist and pushed his butt farther down onto your face as his cheeks spread further apart in his underwear.

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This was the first of his farts that you ever took directly to the face and the smell hit you instantly. You had no choice but to breathe it in and smell his toxic fumes. “Ahhhh fuck baby, having your face on my ass is what I've been waiting for.” Even through his thin briefs, you could still taste the bitter aroma of the enormous plate he ate earlier.

He ascended up giving you a moment of semi-fresh air with the smell of his farts still lingering and pulled down his underwear to reveal his glorious, tan bubble butt. It was slightly hairy and his raw, unwashed crack looked delicious.

You were laying on your back in his king size bed as he spread his bare, tan ass across your face, feeling the rim of his smooth asshole brush up against your mouth. “Don’t be shy babe, eat it up” he said as he was grinding on you, rocking up and down. It smelled so bitter yet sweet. bBBBbruuppPppFfT “I mean it is Thanksgiving after all.”

He was moving his butt up and down your face while your tongue was going in and out of his dirty hole.

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“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more gas down your throat.

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“Kiss it for me, babe?” He kept ripping ass while still grinding on your open mouth and up your nose. You knew it was the only air you would be breathing tonight but you didn’t care. You were in heaven with Anthony, enjoying all his gas.

“Fuuuucckkkkk babe, I hope you weren’t tired tonight, because I have no plans of stopping.” You opened your mouth and planted it around his ass, pushing deeper as he pressed harder on your smothered face.

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“Mmmhhhhh-ugh” Anthony was moaning in pleasure as your entire mouth surrounded his throbbing hole. He ripped more and more ass. You could feel the pressure release from his body as he moaned in relief.

Even though you could barely breathe, you kept licking Anthony’s hole and taking all of his bitter farts, as you felt his warm mouth surround your throbbing cock. You released loads of thick cum down his throat until it overflowed from his mouth. “Nngghhh” You heard a faint strain from above before

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The strong pressure from his hole released a violent, meaty eruption of farts that lasted more than 60 seconds, with his toxic fumes releasing directly into your face, forcing you to breathe pure gas. Your vision became blurry until you were unconscious, knocked out by Anthony’s dirty farts.

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“I’m not doing this dare anymore ” I said “No you won’t or else I’ll beat the shit out of you.” He grabbed my head and positioned his ass onto my face. The smell was already too much. He started rubbing his smelly ass in my face “Take it ALLL in dude” he said. “Tyrell it reeks!” I moaned into his dirty ass. “Ya that’s the point” he said with a snicker. “Let me go!” I yelled. “You’re getting pretty annoying.” He ripped off a small piece of duct-tape and placed it over my mouth. “Now get back in there and finish the dare” Tyrell said with a laugh. I didn’t want to get beaten up so I voluntarily placed my face by his ass. “Get in there closer. Nick, is he in a good position? He needs to be because the dare was to sniff up all my farts for 10 minutes” Tyrell asked Nick who was filming the whole thing. Nick grabbed the back of my head and pushed it against his ass, while turning my head upwards so that my nostrils were pressed right up against his asshole. “He is now” Nick said with a grin. “Hahaha, dude I can literally feel his nose pressing right against my asshole. Man, Benny are you ready because this is going to stink and you have to breath it right in!!” Tyrell laughed. I could only breath out of my nose now and I was already gagging from the smell of Tyrell’s ripe ass. “There now just relax and enjoy the breeze.” he said sarcastically. “I ate three cans of beans for lunch today, and chili for dinner and I haven’t shit yet so you’re in for a good time.” I moaned as I felt the gust on my nose with the sound of a fart with it. It was the worst thing I ever smelt in my life. I would have gladly spent a year in a public men’s bathroom then be there at that point. “Aw ya smell that bro? Smells good right?” The toxic ass fumes were making me dizzy. I just kept my face there and accepted my fate at that point. Fart after fart it went on forever and Tyrell was loving it. “It’s getting kind a hot now, back up” As I removed my face he pulled down his boxers and got back into position. He was right it was hot. His ass was wet and sweaty which just made matters worse. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into his hot sweaty ass crack “Get in there.” he said. My nose was touching right up to his hole. At that point I had no more energy to struggle. He released a wet 10 second long fart directly into it. “No filtration, much better right?” he said. “Dude, I’m getting all of this on video!” Nick laughed. It smelled like shit, literally it smelled like he was about to shit in my face. He didn’t though. He let rip over and over for another half hour and I just took it like his little fart bitch. Even though the dare was only ten minutes Tyrell was having too much fun torturing me to stop..

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Gassy Roommate Paiten (Edited & Extended)

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Underwear Stealing, Somewhat Willing Victim, Straight x Gay, Bullying, F slur used quite a bit, Face Farting, Eproctophilia

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The Little Men’s Toilet Slave Part 1

(Fictional Gay Fart and Scat Story)

I was drunk and walking through an alley of empty warehouses in Atlanta coming back from the bar one night at night when I passed a building that seemed to have much coming from inside and I heard this strange noise! It sounded like a cross between a grunt and a howl! I went inside to be nosy and to help if need be. Lo and behold it looked like an orgy, but not just any orgy. This was an orgy of about 30 little men. And they were filming! The tallest man, who was standing in the middle of the room was 4’9 with black hair and green eyes and he seemed to be directing all of the scenes. I realized they were about to make a killing as this was a growing category of porn and many of them were unbelievable hot! I felt myself getting a boner, one of the hardest I’d ever gotten, my full 8 inches rising. I fiddled with my jeans and started to jerk my hard rod when the taller man turned and noticed me. “What the fuck? Who let you in here? Stop fucking and grab him and bring him over here ” he yelled. A bunch of them ran over and took me out at the knees before carrying me over the heads and throwing me down at his feet. “What the hell did you think you were doing? Were you spying on us? Maybe trying to scope out competition for another group? And why were you jerking off? You like what you see or something? Maybe you’re one of those weirdos that fetishize little people or something.” “No, I was just passing by when I heard you guys and thought someone might be in trouble so I came to help! I’m gay and you guys are hot! It has nothing to do with you being small, I swear!” “I’m not sure I believe you! And after what you’ve seen we can’t let you leave! You might have a recording or call the cops or something.” “Hey Kyle! Let’s stomp on him! We could crush up his bones and bury him or something! There’s a landfill nearby!” one of the ones currently standing above me chimed in. He was about 3’9, blond, with a hairy chest, rock hard abs, a thick happy trail, and a 5 inch long, 2 inch thick half hard dick. He was super hot, but He’d been glaring at me this whole time with hard icy blue eyes like he wanted to kill me. It was very intimidating. “Hmm maybe. That would certainly be a fun idea. I think I have a better one tho!” the director Kyle said as his stomach gurgled loudly and he winced. He rubbed his stomach and loudly proclaimed “you guys have all been complaining about not being taken seriously by society and also about the lack of bathrooms in this place and I think we might have just found a small, well pretty big solution to both!” Now for context I’m a 6’3 pretty muscularly built white guy, albeit with a bit of a belly. I have long curly brown hair that comes halfway down my back. I cannot believe what I’m hearing. Just what the hell is this guy suggesting anyway? I was about to find out! “Take him to the bathroom and tie him down with his head over that broken toilet! He’s gonna be the replacement!” Kyle said smiling while rubbing his very hairy muscular, but not ripped stomach. I’ll use him first and show you all how it’s done! You better get ready toilet! I got a big load coming your way! We’ve been here for hours and I’ve been munching on pizza and nachos and chugging coffee and protein shakes and I’m lactose intolerant! It’s gonna be a wet ride!” I was dragged to the broken toilet which was dirty and clogged already and watched as they wiped the toilet seat off and cleaned it before flushing the toilet to make the water rise and then plunging my head down yelling “Drink, drink, drink!” trying to make me drink this murky water with a huge turd at the bottom. I refused to open my mouth preferring to drown to death but alas they would pull me up every time I started to black out! This went on for a good 25 minutes before Kyle came in pushing people out of his way, saying, “It’s time! I gotta let this nasty shit rip! My stomach is killing me! I can’t hold it anymore and the filming space is basically uninhabitable from my noxious farts! You boys don’t want me to hold this a second longer, trust me!”

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The Little Men’s Toilet Slave Part 2

And with that he turned around and I got to see the most magnificent ass. It was big and round, muscular with a nice layer of fat and hairy as fuck! I’ve never seen an ass so hairy before! This is the type of ass that I ordinarily would have wanted to bury my face deep in and rim for hours but given what I knew was about to happen I wanted to throw up! This was made worse by the fact that when he bent over teasingly, I was assaulted by a smell akin to hot sewage mixed with garlic and there were stains and dingleberries all throughout his filthy forest of a crack. As he backed up to my face he reached back and further spread his cheeks allowing me to see his hole underneath a thick ring of fur and his hole opened and pushed out, releasing a nasty sbd before slamming his hole down on my nose. Fssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh “Ah, I need to get rid of some more gas before I open the flood gates or else I’ll drown our new toilet bitch and then he’ll be no use to anyone! Let me see the footage we’ve shot so far while I relieve myself!” he said rubbing his aching, bloated stomach. He sat there farting away with his filthy hair hole sucking my nose in and constantly dripping a sample of the sludge that was about to fill my mouth into my nostrils. It was getting harder with each fart for him not shit all over me. I could tell, but he wanted to drag this out as long as possible and to be quite frank I was in no hurry to get to the main even myself. Finally after half an hour he slowly stood up and groaned “Open your mouth toilet! It’s time! I really can’t hold it anymore! If I smell or spill any of this I swear to God I’m gonna vomit all over your cute face and i don’t want that so after I make you swallow I’ll let Josh (the hot asf blond guy from earlier) and his boys stomp the fuck out of you! This can go easy or it can be extremely painful! Your choice!” He gently patted my stomach and started to sit back down. I reluctantly opened my mouth and watched in horror as before he was even seated his hole seemed to spasm and out pushed the biggest pile of slop I’ve ever seen! It was soft, lumpy shit, not quite liquid, but definitely nowhere near solid and it stunk like rotten eggs that had been left under the burning sun for days! It quickly filled my mouth and with much effort Kyle managed to pull his hairy hole shut. “Hurry up and swallow that! There’s so much more inside me and I will let it out all over your face if I have to! Don’t chew, just swallow! You can savor my shit another time! I’m in too much pain right now!” I struggled to swallow, my throat burning and closing, gagging and trying not explosively throw up the toxic waste that was in my mouth and nostrils and felt like it was penetrating every part of my being. He slapped my stomach and said “Round 2! Here it comes in 5 seconds and remember what happens if it doesn’t end up in your mouth!” I hurriedly swallowed and opened my mouth right as the next blast came bursting out. This continued for 6 mouthfuls over the course of the next 40 minutes with many wet farts in between each torrent of loose, sludgy shit. Finally he exclaimed “Damn that felt great to let out! I can’t believe how much better I feel! You can’t imagine how much pain I was in! Now lick me clean!” as I sat there and thought to myself, You were in pain? What about me you piece of shit! You narcissistic asshole! What the hell is wrong with you? But I knew better than to say any of that so I just lay there licking his entire crack clean in silence before moving to his disgusting hole. He smiled down at me and affectionately rubbed my very full, very bloated belly. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good helper! I can’t wait to give it to you later! I think you’ll like it! In the meantime I gotta get back to filming! Anyone else need a bathroom break with the new toilet?” Of course there stood Josh with an evil smirk on his face. Here we go again! (To Be Continued)

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Dante and David (Part 1)

This is part 1 of my first story!

THURSDAY

He wakes up to a text from his boss. “Hey Dante, I need you to come in for a project today. It shouldn’t take too long.”

Dante had a good job in IT after finishing his computer science degree. He worked from home and even though he was always on call, he didn’t have to go in much and appreciated the simplicity of his job.

Dante never told anyone, but he had a massive fart fetish. He loved the freedom, intimacy, and masculinity of farting and wanted nothing more than to bury his face into a funky ass. To sniff and lick another man’s most toxic scents as they let loose on his face. He thought about it every day, but he. hasn’t had the opportunity to try it with someone else. He was curious.

He got up out of bed and got dressed. He goes to the kitchen for a cup of coffee before heading to work. His father David is already in the kitchen drinking a protein shake after his morning workout. He had his back turned when Dante walked in.

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“Ahhh”. David let loose a few deep farts, not realizing his son was in the room.

“Hey dad, good morning”.

Startled, David turns around. “Oh hey son. Sorry I didn’t realize you were up.”

Dante is laughing. He didn’t mind his dad farting openly. He enjoyed it actually. And even though it was his own deepest kink, he always played it cool. Dante takes notice of his dad’s muscular build. He was tan and built. His upper body was toned. His legs were big and meaty and he had a thick, round bubble butt. Dante thought he looked great, and he was proud of his dad.

“Hey Dante. You gonna be around later? I might need help with something…”

“Yeah dad, I’ll be around after work. What’s up?”

“My laptop has been running slow ever since I got this new program for work. You mind taking a look?”

“Sure thing, dad.”

David was proud of his son. He really knows his stuff when it comes to computers and tech. Now that Dante was older and more responsible, David saw his son as more of a friend - someone he could count on and trust.

He appreciated living with Dante, especially since him and his ex-wife Maria went separate ways a few years ago. David was alone for a while after the divorce while Dante was at university. Even though him and Maria went through rough patches, they ultimately worked through it and were able to keep a good friendship. Being older, Dante understood and tries to be supportive of his parents. But there were a few things he didn’t know about his father – not until today, at least.

Later that day, Dante returns home from an easy day at work while David was still finishing up at the office. Dante gets undressed and takes a hot shower. He steps in and lets the hot water pour over his body. His mind starts to wander…

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His ass opened up and he was letting loose. He let out a deep 8 second fart, wet from the shower, which combined with the steamy air and made the bathroom stink. His imagination began running and he was turned on by his own scents. His dick started to rise and he begins touching himself. Dante definitely wanted to explore his fetish with someone else, but he just hadn’t met the right person yet. He knew at some point it would happen.

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“Mmmhmm.” He was moaning. I mean, there were a plenty of men in his area and some guys who claimed to be “freaky” but none of them were really open to farting or interested in exploring. Maybe he needed to take a trip.

Without anyone else to share the fetish with, Dante was always turned on by his own farts. He was stroking himself more intensely, the smell growing stronger.

BrrRRrrrumMMppPtttt

He let out another fart, which immersed him in his own manly funk. He feels his body tense up and he moans as he shoots his load freely into the shower. “Fuck man.”

Coming back to himself, he finishes in the shower and puts on a fresh shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. By now, David was home and in the kitchen making dinner. David ran his own LLC but he made it a point to prioritize work life balance, always getting home by 6 p.m.

“Hey son, I’m making burgers for dinner. You gonna be around tonight?”

“Sounds good, dad.” Dante then remembered his dad asking him to fix the computer earlier. “Hey where’s your computer at? I was gonna take a look at it.”

“Oh it should be in the living room.”

As Dante goes to the living room, David gets a call from his ex wife Maria. They were close friends now and they called each other often. Although it took some time, Maria eventually came to understand David’s life and respected him for his honestly. They were still best friends, but it was a different dynamic now. They hadn't told their kids yet the full truth about David yet, but that was only because they didn't want it interfering with his studies.

After a quick conversation, David and Maria set plans for dinner tomorrow at the house.

Meanwhile, Dante is in the living room opening David’s laptop. He looks through the programs and runs a few tests. Within a few minutes, the issue is fixed. “Easy. That should do the trick”. Before he closes the laptop, a wave of curiosity sweeps over Dante. He knows his dad is in the next room, but he’s busy on the phone. He also knows his dad has been single for a few years since the divorce, but they never really talked about his love interests. Dante respected that. He knew that David went on a dates, but Dante never actually met any the women he dated. They were never really around for long anyway and Dante didn’t want to probe his father. It seemed so mysterious to him, but Dante respected the boundaries.

However, Dante’s curiosity got the best of him tonight. He decided to open his dad’s recent searches. He was curious about what his father is up to. He knows he shouldn’t do it and he feels guilty for invading his privacy, but he would also never hold it against him. He had his own kinks, which made him empathetic to others. He opened his dad’s search history that night, never in 100 years expecting what he found. He read the captions.

“Taking my boyfriend’s farts to the face”.

“Gay slave taking nasty farts and musky scents”.

“Rimjob fart fetish.”

“Farts to the face in the sauna.”

The list went on. Dante was in disbelief. He didn’t even know his father was into men, let alone men shamelessly farting in each others faces. But here he was now, staring at a list of gay fart content in his dad’s search history. Some of them were even timestamped from this morning! His dick began to throb in his pants. His dad was watching these videos right before they said good morning to each other...

Dante recognized a few sites that he himself visited often. Could this be real? My dad and I watch the same kink videos? He thought it must be some kind of mistake at first, and maybe it was actually Dante’s search history. But Dante never used his dad's computer. There was no other explanation - He was always extra careful and made sure to clear his own history.

“Hey son, dinner is almost ready. How’s it going with the computer?” Dante shuffled in his seat at a loss for words. He tries to play it cool with David and quickly closes out of the history.

“Hey dad, uh all good ha-ha. It should be all set now.” He lets out a nervious laugh and closes the laptop.

“That’s my boy! Hey by the way, your mom is coming for dinner tomorrow night. You gonna be around?”

“Yeah dad, I’ll be here for sure.” Dante calls out as he walks up the stairs, regaining composure. He did appreciate the fact that even though his parents weren’t together, they were still good friends and they could all spend time together as a family. That was a special bond they had. He just couldn't face his dad in this particular moment.

Dante goes back to his room to think about what he just saw. He’s still in shock, but there’s nervous excitement rushing through his body. He still couldn’t believe his dad’s fart fetish. Is he really into this? After a few minutes, Dante feels a fart coming on. With an evil smirk, he gets an idea.

Dante returns to the kitchen as David finishes washing the dishes. “Ah there you are son. Grab a plate while it’s hot”. Dante, still nervous and semi-hard, walks over next to his dad to get a fork. He drops the fork on the floor on purpose. His dad barely notices.

Dante bends over to pick it up, shoving his ass in his dad’s direction. He brushes his ass against his dad’s leg, nonchalantly. He pushes out out a raunchy 5 second fart on the side of his dad’s leg.

BPPffRRumMmmpttfffttss

David feels the vibration and looks over at his son, surprised. Even Dante was surprised as it came out a little bit stronger than he expected. “Oooff” There was an awkward pause before Dante looks back up at his dad “Oops, sorry that one slipped out.”

David didn’t know what to say or do. Dante began standing up again. There was something about this that didn’t seem like an accident to David. The stench hit his nostrils and it smelled like fresh, warm shit. This smell was also David’s fantasy and he felt his dick twitch in his pants – but at the same time… no, this was his son. He had to play it cool, even though he felt mixed up at this point.

“Hah, good one son. Have you been drinking my protein?”

Dante is paying close attention to his dad. From his peripheral, he’s subtly looking down at his dad’s crotch for any movements . He was testing the waters and smirking: “No dad, why do you ask?” when suddenly -

BrrummppttttffrrrrrppppppTttt

David turned his body so his ass was facing Dante. He let out a deep 8 second fart in his direction.

“Ahh. Just cause the protein has some stinky side effects.”

BbrRrruUuMMmmffrrmpptttSsts

He moaned and let out another fart. This one sounded wet and by now, they were stinking up the kitchen. Both men were standing in their own funk, both getting more turned on, but both unsure how to read the situation.

Dante tries to act normal but he’s also losing control. His dick is growing harder and harder. David sees Dante’s erection through his basketball shorts and takes note of it. He begins putting the pieces together, of what his son might be doing. Dante doesn’t realize it but his dad was catching on.

With the funky smell clouding his judgement, David has an idea. He wants to push the envelope a little bit further for now.

“Hey Dante, let’s eat in the living room?”

“Sounds good dad.”

Both men head to the next room. Dante sits down first with his plate in his lap, which was also covering his hard dick. David walks over to the couch, semi-hard. He gets to the couch and stands right in front of Dante. He bends over to put his plate down on the coffee table. While doing so, he pushes his bubble butt out farther until it’s just inches from Dante’s face.

“Dad, I –“

Brrrrfffrrruumpptttt

Pffrrttttttttt

BrrrumppFFFFFrttttmpppBbtt

Before Dante could finish, David rips a 3 long heavy farts right in his son’s face. He kept his ass stuck out in the same position for a little longer.

“Ahhhhh mmh”. Dante was in sniffing and audibly moaning

David notices with a naughty grin.

BBbBbbBrrrPPpffrrttttts

“Oof, sorry Dante. That one just slid out, couldn’t hold it back” David said sarcastically. At this point Dante was rock hard, struggling to not pull his dick out right there in front of his dad. This was his deepest, darkest fantasy coming to life – He knew it wasn’t right - I mean this was his dad. He thought he knew better, but that also didn’t matter right now. He was losing control of his better judgement.

Dante leans into his dad’s ass right as David leans forward, pushing his ass back further into Dante’s face until his crack was touching David’s nose. Dante is breathing in heavy as he leans in further and further into the crevice of David’s pants.

BrrumMMpptMmffrrrrrpppppttttttt

“Mhhhhm.” David was so horny listening to his son inhale and moan.

He was turned on knowing that Dante was losing control. He could tell it was driving his son crazy and heard him sniffing and moaning, struggling to breathe in pure pleasure. A part of him felt guilty for treading on this thin line with his own son, knowing once that line was crossed there might be no going back. He lets out few more fart in his sons face and listens to Dante moan. Dante wanted to pull his dad’s pants down and bury his face into his thick, juicy bare naked ass. He never saw it coming, but he was ready to cross the line, no matter what the consequences were.

Just before he could reach his dad’s cheeks, David pulls away. He comes back to his senses in a moment of clarity. What was the hurry? They lived together and there was no rush. He sits next to David and with a tense pause he turns the TB on. They look at each other and laugh, as they both ate dinner and watched a show. “This isn’t over” Dante thought to himself. David wasn’t ready to admit it, but he knew it was coming too.

Later that night David is getting ready for bed in his room. He’s thinking about everything that happened earlier, feeling torn. It felt good knowing about Dante’s mutual kink and it could even bring them closer. He wanted to explore it more, but this was also his son. How could something feel so good knowing that it’s wrong? He had a lot of sexual tension built up and hadn’t released his load yet. He fell asleep a little frustrated that night, feeling the push and pull of his own desire.

Dante was upstairs in his room that night, also reflecting. He had been so turned on by his dad’s gas and was eager to explore it more. He knew that if they decide to go deeper with it, it might change their relationship. He didn’t know if he was ready for it but his masculine urges were strong. That night, he fell asleep deep in thought about David. He had a dream that night that his dad came into the room, wearing nothing but white underwear. David walks closer until he’s standing above Dante, turning around to show his meaty muscle ass. He begins to squat down, slowly and Dante could see skid marks running across the crack. He pulls his underwear down, as if he was about to sit on the toilet to take a dump. .

Dante can see the skid marks on David's ripe, bare hole. Bare-assed, David presses his ass down on Dante’s face and sits down full weight. He pushes out and his hole opens up on Dante's face.

“Yea Dante, take these farts.”

Brrrmpppffffrrumppptt-Pffrt-Pff

“Ugh, snifff that up”

BrrrmoomumppptTTffFpppffffrrumppptt

“Oh man, that one was wet. How does it taste?”

Dante was in pure ecstasy. Even though this was just a dream, he was in heaven taking in all the smells.

BrrruMmmmpBbttpppffffrrumppptt

He doesn’t realize how close to reality this all really is....

Part 2 coming soon!

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Dante and David (Part 2)

FRIDAY

Dante woke up the next morning with cum in his sheets.

“Guess I’m doing laundry today.” David and Dante both go to work that morning as usual. They know Maria is coming over for dinner tonight and they'll have to play it cool. But David gets a filthy idea while he’s at work.

When he gets home, David walks to kitchen with groceries in hand. “Hey Dante. You cool with tacos and fajitas for dinner?” he gives his son a knowing look, which Dante picks up on. They both smirk.

“That sound great to me."

David changes out of his work attire and and starts making dinner. Dante helps with the meat as David chops veggies. Dante finds himself thinking about his dream and his dad’s bare ass. He was so curious about it - how did it look up close? How funky was it? What does it taste like? What was gonna come out?

David was still horny from last night since he never got to bust. Tension was growing in the kitchen. David feels his stomach rumbling and he clenched his ass, trying to hold it in. He chops the onions while feeling the gas pushing against his clenched asshole. It was ready to bust out no matter what.

Dante notices how his dad’s discomfort. David can’t hold back anymore. He intentionally steps in front of Dante and backs his ass against his waist.

PFFFRRRRTTTTTTTTTTFFFF BRUMMPPPRRRRTttSs

David pushes out a long, deep 15 second fart right on Dante’s dick. This makes Dante hard immediately. David feels his son’s dick growing and pushing against his hole. The stench comes quickly and Dante is in a state of bliss.

“Sorry son I –“

Dante quickly puts his hand over his dad’s mouth, interrupting him. He grabs David’s waste and pushes it up harder against it. He leans in to his dad and whispers “Don’t apologize, I want more”. This pushes David over the edge as he starts moaning, his head falling back on Dante’s chest. Dante grabs his dad’s firm ass with both hands and starts moving his hands down his pants and rubbing his ass cheecks.

Both are loving this moment, feeling as though time stopped. This was all they had right now.

“Dante there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you about… it’s”

David is interupted again when they both hear the front door open. They shuffle away from one another quickly, knowing that Dante’s mother just arrived.

Maria walks in the kitchen and her bubbly personality fills the room. “Wow! Something smells great”. Dante and David give each other the same look, smirking. The food was almost ready.

They finish making dinner and sit down to eat. It’s a nice energy but there’s still so much tension lingering. Throughout the night, Dante and David lock eyes with intensity.

Dante notices David adding extra cheese to his fajitas. He gives Dante a smirk which sets Dante’s dick off again. He knows what cheese does to his dad’s stomach - and what’s coming for him later.

As the night progresses, they finish dinner and Maria gets ready to head out. David is feeling stuffed and tense at this point. He ate too many fajitas and the cheese was not agreeing with his stomach. His face is scrunched up.

“I know what that look means” Maria was familiar with David’s habits.

“Yeah mom, you might want to head out before it’s too late haha”. Dante was eager to be alone with his dad again.

They all share a laugh and say goodbye. David walks Maria outside and comes back in. Dante is sitting on the couch as David shuts the door behind him. He locks the door as his eyes lock with Dante. He dims the lights and walks over slowly with a primal look in his eyes. Dante takes his shirt off and David follows suit. David is now standing in front of seated Dante, his dick level with his son’s face.

Dante puts his hand around David’s waste and pulls his pants down, revealing David’s heavy bulge pushing against his white underwear. Dante strips down removing his shorts and boxers, rsrevealing his hard, 8 inch dick.

Dante hears David’s stomach rumbling again and he knows it’s time. He turns his dad around and gets on his knees, face pressed up against David’s ass. He sees the skidmarks on his dad’s underwear, just like in his dream.

PrRRrrRRRFFfffumppppbroooumppttt

A strong fart busts through David’s underwear and Dante takes it right to the face.

“Fuck Dante, take that fart.

Dante is moaning now, jerking off his dick. David starts playing with his own dick as he removes his underwear.

He spreads his bare ass in front of Dante’s face and starts to sit down. Dant’s head gets pushed back to the seat of the couch as David’s ass engulfs his face. His ass smells like sweat, dirty fajitas, and pure shit.

Dante is in heaven as his dick is getting harder. David feels his tongue moving around the outside of his hole, as he starts pushing out.

Prrrfffffummppttt

“Oh Fuck Dante, there you go.”

Dante pushes his tongue deeper into David’s hole, tasting the funkiest parts of his asshole while David strokes himself faster and harder.

Warm air fills his mouth directly from the source. It echoes down his throat and vibrates as he starts choking.

BRRRRRMMMMMMPPP

BRPPTtttTTT

Dante’s screams come out as a faint moan while he’s buried under David’s ass. He’s close to cumming while his throat is filled with the shitty aroma. David grabs his son’s cock and leans down to suck on it. The position pushes Dante deeper into his ass.

BBMPPPRRRRUMPPTttTTtttTsssSs

“Ahhh-uggghhh” – David lets out a strong fart down Dante’s throat as Dante fills his dad’s mouth with his load. David slurps on his son’s cock and swollows every drop. He stands up, dick still hard, and turns to see Dante panting to catch his breath after suffocating under the giant ass.

“Get on the couch, boy.”

David is still rock hard at this point. He positions Dante on his stomach and gets behind him, pressing his lips against Dante’s sweaty hole.

Dante starts getting hard again, feeling his dad kiss his hole, tongue going deeper. He lets out a few farts in his dad’s face while David strokes himself.

BbbbBrrrRRmmpppTTtT

David taste’s his farts, which brings him to the edge.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”

Dante spreads his cheeks as dad repositions himself. He presses the tip of his 9 inch cock against Dante’s wet hole. Dante lets out a soft moan as his dad’s cock presses deeper into his ass.

PpppRrumppppppTTT

He farts on his dick, which makes David press in deeper and give him harder strokes. With each pump, Dante’s ass talks back on David’s dick.

Prrrrrppptt

PhrruMmtt

PhffrumptTtssSs

PrrumptssSSsSs

His farts were getting wetter and louder as David was on the verge of cumming. He gave Dante one last deep pump, causing his ass to spill open as a warm, wet fart engulfed his father’s dick.

“Ahhhhh fuck!”

David was cumming buckets inside of Dante. Dante let fart after fart vibrate around his dick. They were boath moaning as the remainder of David’s load pumped inside of him. Dante turned around and looked deep into David’s eyes. They kissed each other for the first time, and then collapsed on top of him. They lay there quietly for a few minutes.

“We should probably get some sleep” Dante was exhausted and David agreed. Dante went to take a quick shower as David cleaned himself off. David laid down straight into bed.

Dante came out of the shower and felt like a new man, having finally experiencing his deepest desires. He laid down in bed that night naked thinking about this new experience. He wondered if him and his dad would do it again or if it was just a one night thing. He felt a little guilty for crossing the line and was thinking about how things could change. He tried to wind down but he couldn’t fall asleep. He wanted to talk to his dad about all of this.

He got up and walked over to his dad’s room, opening the door slowly. His dad was sound asleep laying on his side, still wearing the same dirty underwear.

Dante walked over to David and got in bed with him that night. He laid on his side, feeling his dad’s chest against his back. In his sleep David wrapped his hands around Dante and it calmed him down.

A few minutes go by.

Pffrrruuumpppttt

David is farting in his sleep which catches Dante’s attention. His thoughts start controlling him as his dick gets hard again. He slowly releases himself and goes under the covers, smelling his dad’s gas.

Dante gets behind his dad and pushes his face up against his dad’s underwear-clad ass. He breathes in the warm funk, feeling high from the fumes. David let out more farts in his sleep as Dante took each one to the face, breathing in as he caressed David’s torso.

He falls into a deepthat night with his face buried in his the funky ass.

SATURDAY

PhhhffbbRRrrrrruummMmmtT

In the morning, David wakes himself up with a warm fart. Dante is still under the covers, buried face first in his ass. David wiggles around slowly, causing the smell to disperse over his face. He puts his hand on the back of Dante’s head and pushes it closer against the crevice of his underwear, feeling his nose press against his hole.

BbrrRrRrumMmpt

Dante slowly comes to conciousness as he realizes he’s trapped in David’s dutch oven. Instinctively, he lowers the dirty underwear and goes in face first, tongue-fucking the dirty hole pressed against his face.

David is moaning but suddenly gets tense. He feels his hole tighten up and realizes what’s coming is more than a fart. Dante is still licking the rim of his hole, moving up and down. He tries to penetrate with his Tongue but David is too tight.

“Dante, you might want to move your head. I -”

“No dad, I’m gonna take it… No matter what.”

“I have to shit, Dante” David says, feeling more urgency. He leans forward to get up but feels Dante pull him back from the waist. He moves David back so he’s laying on his side and pulls his face close again, opening his mouth and surrounding David’s tight pressure filled hole.

David isn’t sure about this but he feels the pressure building fast. He tries hard to hold it in but the fajitas from last night are coming back with a vengance.

Dante breathes warm air on the hole, massaging around it with his tongue to help him relax. He feels the pressure around the tight hole as the taste gets warmer and earthier.

“I want you to feed me.”

Dante knows he’s pushing the envelope. He knows that once they cross this line, there’s no going back and their relationship would change. It would bring them closer. David can’t hold it back anymore. He feels Dante’s tongue push harder on his clenched hole and he’s losing control.

“Uhnnn… Gaaah”

Brrrhhh-Pft

A low but potent fart releases from his ass. It’s wet, feels warmer, and tastes like pure shit. Dante opens his mouth with his lips around David’s hole, feeling the pressure expand. He’s stroking himself tasting the wet, shitty musk when he feels a new texture slide on his tongue.

David is groaning, with his hand pressed on Dante’s head. He’s holding it still so he can’t move.

“Here it comes…” David pushes out and a fat log busts slowly past his open hole and right across Dante’s open lips. It fills his mouth quickly.

“Ughhhh”

Feeling instant relief, he takes a shit down Dante’s throat. Dante instinctively tries moving his head back, unable to breathe, but it’s locked in by David’s strong grip.

“Yeah, that’s a good little dumpster. Take daddy’s shit like a man.”

Dante chokes on a mix of David’s gas and fresh shit, which pushes his limits. He can barely breathe and any air he gets is toxic. He’s still locked into David’s, ass to mouth, as feels more pressure on the hole.

“I’m not done yet.”

David sits up and turns his body so he is sitting directly on Dante’s face, locking him down with his legs. He pushes out a soft turd from his ass and into Dante’s already full mouth. At this point, Dante his absolutely no control as his mouth is overflowing.

At the same time, he has never been this turned on. He surrenders his willpower completely. He feels lightheaded but his dick is throbbing. David still has him pinned down against his shit-covered hole but he needs to breathe. Slowly but surely he swollows it all down. He pants heavily into David’s ass.

“Good work baby boy. Now wipe for daddy.”

David starts rubbing his hole against Dante’s face leaving skidmarks across his nose and around his beard. David is stroking his own cock as he leans forward and sucks, causing Dante to moan with intense pleasure. Dante cleans his hole with his tongue again as his cock is throbbing in David’s mouth.

“Mmmmmhhhmmm. UGH I’m gonna bust.”

Dante shoots a thick load down David’s throat with a loud moan. David keeps sucking until every thick drop of cum is out, which has Dante on the verge of screaming. David gets up, releasing Dante and turns around to face him. He gives him a deep kiss, with a mix of Dante’s cum and David’s shit spilling into each others’ mouth.

David is stroking himself harder and his breathing gets shorter. Dante moves his head down while David’s stroking himself and he wraps his lips around David’s member. David thrusts his cock down his son’s throat, still wet and dirty from their kiss. His balls tense up and he pulls out, shooting a heavy load across Dante’s face and chest. Ropes of thick cum cover him while David is panting until he collapses on the bed.

Dante laid there next to David, knowing this was just the beginning of his new life as a fart sniffing dumpster.

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pt two

pt 1

Quinn was a mix of excited and nervous. Nonetheless he got dressed faster than he had in his life and practically floored it to Lucas house. As he exited his car he gazed at the house before him. It was definitely nicer than his, but considering Luca is the assistant to a scientist he wasn’t surprised, even Quinn got a good pay just for being a test dummy so Luca must be earning a good amount of money.

Quinn made his way to his front door and felt his heart about to come out of his chest. He felt like a child getting so flustered over a little crush. He rung the door bell and immediately he heard the locks turning and the door swing open, almost as if Luca had been waiting behind the door patiently this whole time.

Quinn awkwardly waved hi, it’s been a while since he’s seen Luca in person, but he hasn’t forgotten how tall he was even at regular height. A whopping 6’7 to his 5’7. “Quinn! it’s nice to see you, please come on in.” Luca said moving out the way to let him through.

Quinn stepped in and was amazed, the inside of the house looks just as amazing as outside, pretty big and spacious, makes sense for such a tall man such as himself. “Please sit, make yourself comfortable “

Quinn sat down on the big couch, he felt so awkward not knowing what to say.”Nice place you got here! It’s a very nice home”.

Luca chuckled,” Thanks, I usually don’t have people over so I'm sorry it isn’t tidier.”

“Oh trust me compared to the state of my apartment this place is basically a mansion!”. They both laughed.

After the laughter died down there was an awkward silence between the two of them. “So…. what movie are we watching today?” said Quinn.

Lucas face seemed to light up as he said that “Oh yes… the movie yeah wait right here i’ll be right back.” as he walked away Quinns eyes made their way straight down to his massive ass. He still couldn’t believe he was under that and lived!

He quickly looked away as he didn’t want to get caught looking.

A couple minutes passed and Luca came back with some popcorn, chips, soda cans and what seemed to be a remote and placed them on the little table infront of them. He plopped down across from Quinn and looked at him directly in his eyes. Quinn started to feel himself blushing.

“Alright Quinn, in my hand is a remote similar to the big ray gun that shrunk you down a week ago, only thing with this device is that instead of it being limited to a inputted time you’ll stay shrunk until you get hit with the ray from remote again and you’ll grow back to full size.”

Quinn was a mix of shocked and amazed. “Ok.. so what are you trying to tell me?”

Luca smirked. “You see, since we ended the test round, all I could think about was the rush of having someone under me in that way, so I wanted to make a deal with you. If you’d like, I want you to spend the weekend with me as a tiny under my ass, of course if you don’t want to we can just watch the movie and continue our day as if this conversation never happened.”

Quinn's heart started pounding, as much as he’d like to be shocked by what he heard, all he could think about too was being smothered by Lucas' giant ass again. “You know Luca, i can’t lie and say i haven’t been thinking about being under you for sometime already so why not? If anything I know I can take it” he said winking at him.

Luca raised an eyebrow. “Oh you think so? You do know this won’t be like in the test room right?”

Quinn just shrugged his shoulders “Maybe so, but isn’t it good to see how shrunken people would hold up in real life situations too?”

Lucas face lit up.” I can’t argue with that. it’s a deal then!” He pointed at Quinn and a familiar green light flashed blinding Quinn. As his eyes adjusted the world around him was 10x bigger!

Lucas stood up and made his way infront of Quinn’s spot on the couch, “Alright little man, i did promise we would watch a movie, but… you are sitting on my favorite spot on the couch.”

Quinn caught on to the little game he was playing and crossed his arms and shook his head no.” Well it’s looking tough for you then cause i’m not moving from this spot!”

Lucas was beyond turned on by the situation.” Oh is that so, then don’t be so upset by what happens next,” Luca then turned around and Quinn was meet with the best view in the world, two massive cheeks making their way down on his tiny body.

Luca made sure to drop his full weight on Quinn, grinding his ass into the seat making sure Quinn is lined up right in the middle of his crack. “Sorry for the late warning, but once i get this nice and comfortable i won’t be getting up for some time, good luck down there!”

Quinn was in bliss, it was very faint but he could smell the scent of sweat coming from his ass. Although the pressure was stronger than what he experienced a week ago, he felt his body flatting under the giant and adjusting to the weight above him.

“You know, it’s nice sitting somewhere and not feeling anything, almost like you’re not there at all.” Luca said, clenching his ass trying to feel the tiny man under him.

After almost half an hour of just clenching, Quinn heard a rumble above him. PPPPFFFTTT, a nasty fart washed over Quinn’s tiny body. His eyes started to water as he coughed in the smell. He heard laughter above him.

“Sorry little man, told you it wouldn’t be like last time, those snacks also make me gassy, so be ready for a ton of farts incoming!” Luca said grinding his ass harder into Quinn as to further trap him in the smell. As much as Quinn was disgusted, something about Luca being in such control over him turned him on. PPPPFFFTTTTTTTT, again another 8 second fart was blasted on the tiny.

After hours of continuous movies and what seemed like an endless barrage of farts, Luca kept his word as he never once stood up from his seat. As Luca stood up and looked down, Quinn’s flat body slowly popped back into shape as he sat up a little dazed from the gas fumes he endured the whole time.

“You’re still conscious? I thought you passed out by the second fart, i’ve been unleashing farts on you for hours and you took them all like a champ!.”

Quinn just smirked, “I told you… i can take anything you can dish out.”

Luca took a moment to think and came up with an idea.

“You know Quinn, I think you're right, so I think you’ll be able to handle this then.” As he said that he pulled his pants down revealing these baby blue briefs that seemed to be at the point of bursting trying to hold his ass contained. He picked the tiny Quinn up and without a warning like back his waist band and plopped him down the back of his underwear.

He then went ahead and jiggled his cheeks in his hands causing an earthquake feeling for the poor tiny. “Hehe you know, i can feel you a lot better when you’re inside my undies, i think i’ll keep you there for the weekend. Unfortunately for you these are my favorite pair and i like wearing them to the work out so i think i’ll go ahead and do just that!”

Quinn couldn’t think straight, after being rocked around inside the briefs he felt extremely dizzy. He couldn’t tell what was happening. He did know that Luca was moving and from the sound of his footsteps on the floor he hasn’t left his house.

Luca made his way into his garage where he has some gym equipment that he got so he could work out in the comfort of his home.

He then began to get straight to working out, grabbing the barbell to do his squats. As he made his way down he could feel how Quinn face would press up against his hole. This went on for a couple sets leaving Lucas ass drenched in sweat.

Then he moved to his treadmill, running at a steady pace. His cheeks working up more of a sweat. After some time Quinn seemed to be barely hanging on as Lucas movements finally stopped.

“How you feeling back there buddy still awake?” he said clenching his ass on Quinn. With not much strength left he just squirmed letting the giant know he’s still got some fight left in him.

Luca was impressed, “You know Quinn, i’ve never met a man like you. It seems like no matter what you don’t give up. i like that in a man.” Luca checked the time it was pretty late in the night and then he came up with another idea.

“You know Quinn, i just put you through a lot of pressure and you’re still up and kicking… so i’m thinking of keeping you stuck between my cheeks for the rest of the weekend sound good to you?”

a weak little squirm from him made Luca smile like a mad man. “I thought you would like that, just to let you know, i won’t be changing these undies for quite some time so you’ll probably be trapped in a constant coffin of sweat and farts is that ok?

another wiggle.

Luca just chuckled making his was to his room and laying down on his bed. Before he dozed off the sleep he let the tiny know one more thing. “By the way Quinn, i’ve been told i fart quite a lot when i sleep, but after what you been through today, i think youll be fine”.

Another wiggle letting Luca know it’s fine. As rough as the day was for little Quinn he couldn’t lie to himself and say he didn’t enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by Lucas ass. As he heard the giant snore above him he began to doze off as well, the weekend was about to be real interesting for the both of them

gayguygas

Smell of the boss from hell

I need to knock this interview out of the park. It’s a personal assistant position for one of the heads of one of the most successful corporations in the country. It pays extremely well and I’m in need of the money. I’m paying child support to five different women. I’m barely staying afloat; I need this job.

After some direction from the front desk, I take an elevator up to one of the highest floors. Apparently, my hopefully new boss, Mr. Smith has a whole floor to himself.

As I step out I notice a man, who’s on his phone, who hasn’t noticed me yet. My eyes widen, holy shit, it’s Johnathan Wright. I bullied that f*gg*t all through highschool.

Sweet, a little intimidation will remind him of my straight superiority, and I’ll be running things. My financial woes are as good as gone. I can't help but smirk.

“I guess I’ll be seeing your gay-ass everyday from now on since the position is mine. Isn’t that right f*g.” I shoot him a superior smirk.

The f*g looks up at me with a bored expression, angering me. I walk right up to his face. “I said isn’t that right f*g!” I hiss through clenched teeth.

The f*g has the nerve to roll his eyes. “I don’t work here. I'm dropping off my husband's phone.” After saying this, a door opens behind him.

Out walks a burly, tall, intimidating looking man. He’s wearing a tailored suit that costs more than what most people make in a year.

John walks up to the man, and hands him his phone before giving him a kiss. I cringe.

“I’ll see you at home.” He says before leaving, not giving me a second glance.

I look back at the other man, he’s staring back with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah, you're not right for the position. Get out.” With that he spins around to head back into his office. My jaw drops as I take in the man’s huge bubble butt. His slacks look like they’re painted on his thick cakes. Each of his cheeks are as big as my head.

I shake my head and run up to him in desperation. “Please sir, I need this job.” I call.

He turns to me, “I know; we thoroughly research possible employees.” He states as I stop in front of him.

He looks down on me as if I’m an insect, scaring me. How is this f*gg*t intimidating me? I don’t like it, but I need this job.

“Please, I need this job.” I beg, looking down at his feet, submissively.

“Very well, it’s yours. Be here tomorrow, 8 sharp.”

I smile in relief.

He scoffs as he heads back into his office. “I’ll enjoy killing that smile.” He comments, threateningly, before shutting his door in my face. Mr. Smith is written on the door.

I pay him no mind. What’s the worst this f*gg*t can do?

Next Day

I accidentally slept in and came in at 8:30. As soon as I sit at my desk, Mr. Smith storms out of his office and right up to me.

“You’re late!” He growls.

“I’m sorry sir my ph-” Mr. Smith cuts me off.

“Save your excuses! Here’s what I think of them.” Mr. Smith turns around, and bends over, sticking his big ass in my face. This act stretches out the material over the seat of his pants, accentuating its size.

Me gapping at this is a huge mistake.

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I recoil in disgust as he rips a trumpeting fart into my face and open mouth. It reeks of rotten eggs and spice, and has me gagging.

“What the- did you just fart on me?” I cry.

“Here's your answer to that.” With his bubbly rump still in my face, I hear him grunt.

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Mr. Smith rips a bigger, greasy-sounding fart in my face that smells worse. It’s so strong that it makes the seat of his slacks flutter.

Mr. Smith sighs in relief before straightening himself. “If you don't wish to be farted on then refrain from displeasing me in the future.” Mr. Smith then hikes up his right leg.

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Mr. Smith fires off two loud but short farts, back-to-back in my face.

“You can’t do this to me. I quit.”

Mr. Smith looks down at me, over his shoulder, with a nefarious smirk. “You quit and I’ll make sure no one will hire you. The best you’ll be able to find is flipping burgers. I’m sure the courts and your kids won’t be too pleased with that.” I go pale at his words. Matthew Smith is a powerful man and can ensure this will happen.

“Please stop this.” I plead.

“I’m certain someone you bullied in highschool pleaded for you to stop but you didn’t. Expect the same amount of mercy from me.”

I notice Mr. Smith’s glutes flex and then relax.

A rancid-smelling sbd hits me in the face like a brick. It reeks of raw sewage and onions. It has me coughing and my eyes watering.

Mr. Smith reaches back and wafts his fumes towards my face and then goes back into his office.

I have no choice but to get to work while my whole desk area is enveloped in his putrid fart cloud. Sadly, his thick butt stink lingers for hours.

Several hours later, Mr. Smith exits his office and walks up to me. He looks down at me with a cold expression.

“Mr. Jones, order us lunch with the company credit card.” He commands.

I give a nod and hold out my hand for the card.

I panic as Mr. Smith turns around. What I see is horrific. The credit card is wedged in between his slacks-covered, bulbous globes. Just a small corner of the card is sticking out.

“Well what are you waiting for? Take my card!” Mr. Smith barks.

I hesitantly reach for it with my hand.

“No, no, no” Mr. Smith admonishes, “Use your teeth! And do it quickly! I haven’t got all day!”

I feel both crushed and cornered. I’ve got no choice.

I lean forward, bringing my face near his toxic backside.

As my face nears his bubble butt, the stench of his stale farts and his ass musk assaults my nose.

To get to his credit card, I have to press my face into his pillwoy mounds; I grimace feeling them molding around my face. I slightly turn my head and bite down on the tip of the credit card. As soon as I do this…

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGDDDDDDDDD

Mr. Smith fires off a growling ripper. Even with the credit card and his pants in the way, I feel the stream of hot air hitting my teeth. The eggy, acidic vapors flow through my teeth and coats my tongue and the back of my throat. I yank the card out, let it fall into my hand, and start retching on the taste and smell of his nauseating gas.

“Order Mexican, Mr. Jones. I want my farts to be spicier than this for the rest of the day.” Mr. Smith takes a step back, consuming the side of my face with his meaty ass.

PPPPPPRRRRRRR-FFFFFFFFHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT

I groan as he blasts my face with a string of trumpeting farts. With that, he heads back into his office.

It takes me five minutes to stop almost-vomiting. Once I’m able to manage, I call up a nearby Mexican restaurant. Our order of several burritos will be here in an hour. I wish it was longer.

An hour later, I get a call from the main desk that our lunch is being brought up by Mr. Smith, which confuses me. Maybe it’s Mr. Smith’s father?

I contact Mr. Smith through the intercom. “Um Mr. Smith, I think your father is bringing up our food.”

“What?” He replies, sounding bewildered.

As Mr. Smith’s office door opens, so does the elevator. And out walks John Wright. Oh, f*gs can get married. He’s Mr. Smith too.

Mr. Smith gives me a side glance that screams ‘I’m an idiot’.

“Hey, I got myself Chinese food and thought we could have lunch together.” John says as he walks up to Mr. Smith.

With a smile, Mr. Smith nods his head towards his office, wordlessly ordering John inside.

As John passes, Mr. Smith pulls a burrito out of one of the bags. It must be mine.

When John disappears into his office, Mr. Smith shoots me a nasty grin.

He unwraps the burrito from its tinfoil and sets it on the end corner of my desk. Mr. Smith then spins around, hovering the seat of his pants inches above my burrito. Ppppsssssssshhhh

Mr. Smith drops a nearly inaudible butt bomb on my burrito. I cover my nose with my hand as the smell reaches me. It lives up to the saying: silent but deadly.

Without a word and looking satisfied, Mr. Smith walks into his office to enjoy lunch with his husband.

My stomach rumbles in hunger. Because I woke up late, I didn’t have breakfast. I haven’t eaten all day. With despair I pick up the tainted burrito and bite into it. I nearly spit it out, the taste is rancid, but I need food. It's a struggle to eat it all, but I do.

45 minutes later, they exit his office, and Mr. Smith escorts John to the elevator. Once John steps into the elevator, Mr. Smith says, “You two have a nice ride back down.”

John looks confused. Before he can say anything, Mr. Smith wheels around, pointing his ass at his husband.

FFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDPPPPPPP

Mr. Smith rips a bubbly fart into the elevator.

John grimaces as he fans the air in front of his nose, but he’s still smiling.

Mr. Smith laughs, “ Haha, 10 years together and I can still trick ya into a hotbox. I love it.” He teases just before the elevator doors close.

Mr. Smith turns around and scowls when he catches me looking at him.

“Stop gawking and get back to work!” He growls. I quickly focus back on my computer. As he marches back into his office, he rips a poot with every step.

Ppbbtt, ffrrpp, mmvvbb, rrlldd

Once he closes his office door, the entire floor is completely polluted with his ass gas. Like before, his butt stink lingers for hours.

Some time later, Mr. Smith asks through the intercom. “Mr. Jones, have you finished filling out my calendar for the rest of the month?”

Oh shit, I forgot about that.

“N-not yet sir. I’ll start on that right away.” I nervously reply.

Mr. Smith doesn’t respond over the intercom. Instead, he storms out of his office and up to me, a moment later.

As I feared, Mr. Smith spins around, aiming his fume-blasting canon at my face.

What I’m not expecting is Mr. Smith reaching behind, grabbing the back of my head, and then pulling my face into his bubbly ass. His fat cakes smother me and muffle my yelp.

“Here, maybe only being able to smell this for the next few days will remind you to always keep my calendar up to date… UGH”

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Mr. Smith unleashes 2 minutes of thunderous ass-gas, point-blank in my face. It’s so powerful that it has his cheeks and my face quaking. The stench of sulfur and digested meat destroys me. It has me coughing and gagging and my eyes watering.

Once his fart comes to an end, instead of letting me go, Mr. Smith keeps my face pressed against his ass and starts wiping it from left to right and up and down, all over my face.

“Ah, let’s work that bad boy into your pores.” Mr. Smith explains as he keeps grinding his ass against my face for about a minute.

When he finally lets my head go, I fall back into my chair, gagging and trying not to puke.

Mr. Smith looks down at me, over his shoulder, with contempt. “My calendar better be filled and correct in the next 30 minutes or you’ll be getting another noseful of my burrito-powered butt rockets, Mr. Jones.” He threatens me before retreating back into his office, letting me suffer alone.

Once I gain my bearings, I drop everything and focus on his calendar.

Damn, he was right. It’s been two hours and everytime I breathe in, all I can smell is his fart.

A Week Later

My first week here has been a hellish one. My every mistake earns me getting farted on by Mr. Smith.

Got him the wrong coffee… PPPPPRRRRRWWWWWWBBBBB

Forgetting to wear a tie… FFFFFFVVVVVVOOOOOMMMMMM

Typing my notes in the wrong font… RRRRRRLLLLLLLAAAAADDDDD

I’m getting farted on innumerous times a day.

It’s been only 7 days and all my work clothes reek of his ass fumes. Even a trip to the cleaners didn’t get rid of the stink. I’m constantly getting judgemental looks from everyone I walk past.

I’m impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach my floor. It’s already 5 after 8 at the moment. I’m hoping Mr. Smith won’t notice.

I go pale when the elevator doors open. Mr. Smith is standing in front of my desk. His hands are braced against the top of my desk and he’s sticking his ass out.

Mr. Smith looks back at me with a frown. “I will not abide tardiness, Mr. Jones. Come here and get on your knees.” He orders.

I whimper as I make my way towards him. I get on my knees when I’m a foot away. His ample mounds, stretching out the seat of his trousers, fills my sight of view.

Mr. Smith arches his back, extending his ass out more, burying my face in his meaty orbs.

“For me, Mr. Jones, tardiness stinks. And I bet you’ll feel the same way after this… GGH”

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDDD

Mr. Smith rips a 7 second, chainsaw-sounding fart right in my face. It stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage.

I try to pull away but Mr. Smith grabs the back of my head, keeping my face smothered in his ass.

“Nu-uh, I’m not finished with your face yet. Since you’re 5 minutes late, you'll huff up five minutes of my ass gas. Let this be a lesson to you… NGH”

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DDDDDDDDDDMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPP

FFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMM

BBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRR

VVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBB-AAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP

As promised, Mr. Smith vents 5 minutes of his butt vapors right up my nose. And it doesn’t end there. So I don't forget his lesson, he farts up my nose for five minutes straight, several times today. And that doesn't include the dozens of other times he farts on me today for my other screw ups.

A Month Later

I’ve been working for this flatulent monster for an entire month. Each day is a nauseating nightmare.

His butt fumes have now been ingrained into my skin. I’ve bathed in every kind of body-wash and soap I can find, and even used tomato paste, but nothing works. I’m rocking a serious case of blue balls because every girl turns tail when they catch a whiff of me.

Mr. Smith is ruining my life. I’ve only known misery for the past month. Everyone says he's a hard-ass who demands nothing less than perfection, but I know he’s torturing me because of my past with his husband.

Man, fuck those bitches who got pregnant with my children! Fuck my f*gg*t-of-a-boss! And fuck his f*ggy-ass husband!

Speak of the devil, a little before noon, the elevator opens revealing John. Mr. Smith steps out of his office, “Come on babe, lets go get lunch.” Calls John with a smile.

Mr. Smith smiles back.

Fucking gross; disgusting f*gg*ts.

Mr. Smith's piercing silver eyes lock on me. A cold chill shivers down my spine.

“Mr. Jones, are those reports finished?” Mr. Smith booms.

“N-not yet, sir.” I meekly answer.

Mr. Smith narrows his eyes at me. “Well it better be done by the time I return from lunch with my husband or you’re gonna get a taste of my chili-empowered displeasure.”

With a sneer, Mr. Smith turns away and sticks his fat ass in my face. He grunts and presses down on his stomach.

PPPPPPPVVVVVVVVOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB

I cringe as he fires an airy fart right in my face. The eggy stench flows up my nose.

Mr. Smith scoffs before heading towards the elevator.

I take a hesitant peek, wondering if John is enjoying my torture. Instead, I see him on his phone, not even caring about my suffering. For some reason that’s far more insulting.

Mr. Smith returns after taking an extended hour and a half long lunch. And unfortunately for me, I haven’t finished the reports.

I’m sweating bullets as Mr. Smith walks up to my desk.

“Are those reports finished, Mr. Jones?” Mr. Smith gets straight to the point.

“T-they’re almost f-finished, s-sir.” I stutter out.

He glares daggers at me.

No! No! No! I shout in my head as Mr. Smith slowly wheels around. Mr. Smith’s bubbly posterior is aimed at my face, from the other side of my desk.

While grunting and straining, Mr. Smith says, “HHG… Then smell my displeasure… NGH''

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT

A 45 second long, foghorn-sounding fart bellows out of Mr. Smith’s ass. Even though he’s on the other side of my desk, his fart is strong enough to blow back my hair and dry out my eyes.

As it ends on a wet note, I’m bent over, head between my knees, dry-heaving. The vile stench of digested meat and methane destroys me.

“Ah, I did warn you that chili gives my gas a bit of a kick, didn’t I Mr. Jones?” Mr. Smith comments before heading into his office, leaving me broken at my desk.

2 Months later

These past two months have been sulfuric awfulness. I breathe more of Mr. Smith’s farts than natural air, everyday.

However, for the first time, I think today might be a good day. I started work an hour ago and Mr. Smith hasn’t farted on me once.

At the moment, we’re in one of the meeting rooms, acquiring a smaller company to join our conglomerate. I’m sitting next to Mr. Smith, with our company lawyer on the other side of him. Across from us is the owner of the soon-to-be-acquired company and his lawyer.

This should have been a quick meeting but suddenly the owner decided to triple the original price.

Mr. Smith scoffs before sliding the new contract back over to Mr. Charles. “That is not the price we agreed on, Mr. Charles.”

Mr. Charles frowns, “Well, that’s my new selling price. Take it or leave it.”

Mr. Smith slams the original contract down on the table, and slides it over to Mr. Charles. “That’s not happening. Now take the original offer or things are about to get smelly.”

I hear Mr. Smith’s stomach gurgle loudly. That combined with his threat as me physically shaking with fear. Damn it, that’s why he hasn’t farted on me yet today. He’s been saving it for this meeting.

Mr. Charles’ lawyer frowns as well. “We will not be threatened!”

Mr. Smith says nothing, just smirks ominously. He then gives our lawyer a nod. My fear heightens as our lawyer pulls out and inserts nose plugs.

Mr. Smith locks his jaw and his face turns red with exertion.

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Mr. Smith blasts out a minute long, thunderous fart that rumbles against his seat. The sulfuric stench fills the room, sickening me, Mr. Charles, and his lawyer.

“You disgusting pig!” Mr. Charles cries out.

Mr. Smith’s smirk turns devilish. “Keep talking, you're just gonna make me stink this place up even more… HGGH” He hikes up his right leg and…

MMMMMMWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDD

Mr. Smith unleashes another huge, beastly fart, poisoning our air even more. Mr. Charles and his lawyer stand up and make for the door, looking like they’re gonna hurl.

They try the door but it’s locked. I’m full-on panicking now. We’re all trapped in this room with this farting demon.

The two glance back at us with fear in their eyes. Mr. Smith's devilish grin broadens.

“No escaping for any of you. Now sign or keep suffering!” Mr. Smith stands up and aims his ass in their direction. Unfortunately that means his ass is just behind my head.

PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFF-OOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM-RRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVV

Mr. Smith keeps venting out one monstrous fart after another, their way. We’re all coughing and crying from Mr. Smith’s fumes. Even our lawyer, who has nose plugs, is suffering.

Through his coughing, Mr. Charles shouts, “Never!”

Mr. Smith growls like a feral dog. He picks up the contract and moves it to the end of the table, closest to Mr. Charles and his lawyer. He then climbs onto the table. He's on his hands and knees, with the contract located right behind his big ass.

Mr. Smith looks back and shoots a malicious grin at Mr. Charles. “Oh you're gonna sign. But since you’ve annoyed me so much, you’re gonna have to do it while I light your face up with my butt rockets.” Mr. Smith grits his teeth and fires off several more huge farts, in a row.

MMMMMMMRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB

FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR

DDDDDDDDDWWWWWWWWVVVVVVVVMMMMMM

“Sign for our original agreement and you're free to go. Until you do, I promise, I won’t stop farting.” Mr. Smith temporarily ceases fire to make his threat before continuing his gassy assault.

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PPPPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMRRRRRRRR

VVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDPPPPPPPPP

It’s too much for Mr. Charles’ lawyer. He drops to the floor, knocked out. Mr. Charles looks like he’ll be following suit soon.

Mr. Charles' fearful eyes find mine. “Just do it! Believe me, he can do this all day, with ease.” I warn him.

He turns his gaze to Mr. Smith, on the table. “Alright, I’ll sign, just stop farting” Mr. Charles pleads.

“You’ve lost all rights to demand anything. Now sign or die by my farts… NGH”

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUUUUUBBBBBBBBBBDDDDDDDDDDDDD

A minute and a half long fart erupts out of Mr. Smith’s ass. It has the entire room shaking. The stink of rotten eggs and man musk makes itself known.

Mr. Charles dashes to the table and bends down to sign the papers. This puts his face right in front of my boss' toxic booty. Mr. Smith mercilessly blasts his face with smelly poots.

PPPPPPFFFFF, RRRRRRWWWWWW, BBBBBDDDDD, VVVVVVPPPPP, FFFFFHHHHH, DDDDDDDPPPPPPP, PPPPPPPWWWWW

“There, I’ve signed. Please sto-MMM”

Instead of stopping, Mr. Smith reaches back, grabs the back of Mr. Charles head, and pulls his face into his ass. I feel pity for Mr. Smith's next victim , but also relief because it's not me.

“I’m not finished with you yet! For what you tried to pull, I’m making sure all you smell for the next year is my butt stink.”

Mr. Charles' body thrashes, trying to escape, but Mr. Smith isn’t letting him.

“NGH… Good doing business with you Mr. Charles… UGH”

PPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTT

A 2 minute long fart roars out of Mr. Smith’s rump and pointblank into Mr. Charles’ face.

At the halfway point, Mr. Charles' flailing limbs fall limp at his sides, and he stops moving. When Mr. Smith fart finally ends, he rubs his ass around Mr. Charles' face before releasing the back of his head. As soon as he does this, Mr. Charles’ unconscious body falls to the floor like a ragdoll.

Mr. Smith sighs in relief as he climbs off the table and fixes up his appearance.

Mr. Smith glances at our lawyer, “Mr. Reyes, please have security toss these pieces of trash to the curb. And have someone fumigate this conference room.” He orders.

Mr. Reyes nods before pulling out his phone.

Mr. Smith looks at me, “Let's go. It's time for us to get back to work.” He commands.

I timidly nod and follow him out of the door that's unlocked now.

We walk down the hall and step into the elevator that I recently learned was Mr. Smith’s personal one. Apparently anyone using an elevator after Mr. Smith is a health hazard. I wish that applied to me but it doesn’t.

As usual, I stand right behind him in the lift. As we rise, he pelts me with airy, eggy farts.

I frown as we exit on our floor. A man comes out of Mr. Smith’s office with his chair.

“It’s all set up and functional, sir.” The man says.

Mr. Smith nods, before tipping the man 200 dollars, flooring him.

We're too late to act when the man takes Mr. Smith's private elevator down. We hear him violently coughing as he descends.

Mr. Smith pulls out his phone and calls security. Letting them know about the guy who's most likely unconscious in his personal elevator.

Mr. Smith frowns at me. “Get to work, Mr. Jones!” He barks.

I nod before nearly sprinting to my desk. Mr. Smith heads to his office.

My brow furrows as I start up my computer. I didn’t hear Mr. Smith’s door close. When I turn to look back, my face runs straight into Mr. Smith’s slacks-covered, meaty bum. I can’t believe this huge man silently crept up on me without me knowing.

With my face buried in his thick cheeks, I hear Mr. Smith darkly laugh.

“Heh, I see you’re eager for motivation to get to work. I’m more than happy to oblige.” Mr. Smith grabs the back of my head, keeping me in place, and then grunts.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

He rips an 8 second, trumpeting fart right in my face. He sighs in relief as he grinds his butt vapors into my pores.

When Mr. Smith releases me, I fall back into my chair, coughing and gagging.

“Get to work or I’ll fart off your nose, Mr. Jones. Don’t tempt me!” He threatens before disappearing into his office.

Excluding the last hour, this day is going well. He’s hardly farted on me; I count that as a victory.

A Few Hours Later

It’s the end of my workday and for the first time, the number of times Mr. Smith has farted on me hasn’t reached the double digits. That alone should've been a warning that life was about to screw me over.

As I’m getting ready to leave I get a call from a girl I was fucking 7 months ago, telling me I’m the father of twins.

Fuck! More kids I want shit to do with and more child support I have to pay! Working for Mr. Smith pays extremely well, but I’m barely staying afloat with the amount of child support I'm paying already. This is going to destroy me. I need overtime. Mr. Smith is my only hope.

Instead of heading home, I knock on Mr, Smith’s office door.

“Enter.” His voice booms from the otherside.

I do as he commands. Mr. Smith frowns up at me, as I walk up to his desk, where he’s working.

“Mr. Smith, I was hoping I could get in some more hours. I-I need the money.”

“Sure, I’m always willing to help out an employee. A few days of the week, like today, I work later than usual. So you'll assist me, starting now.” Mr. Smith offers with a devilish grin that has my nervousness sky-rocketing. But it’s no matter; I graciously accept his offer.

Still grinning, he stands up and tells me to round the desk. I walk around his desk and stand beside him. When I do, I frown at his new chair.

It’s bulky and just beneath it is a cot-like thing that could fit a grown man, that starts just beneath the seat of the chair. The cot also has straps on it.

My jaw drops as Mr. Smith reaches down and pulls a piece of the seat off, revealing a face hole. Shit! With this someone will be trapped beneath Mr. Smith’s chair, as he sits on their face.

“Your duty will be to huff up all my ass gas so I don’t hotbox myself, in my office. I won’t treat you as a person, you’ll just be a piece of furniture. Do this and I will pay you very well.” Mr. Smith explains with a feral grin that turns my blood to ice. I’ve got no choice.

I lay down on the cot with my face sticking out of the hole in the seat. All I can see is the ceiling. Mr. Smith fastens the several straps, binding me tightly to the cot, unable to escape.

I start to sweat with fear as Mr. Smith steps in front of the chair. His fat rear-end extends out several feet, eclipsing my trapped face in its shadow. My fear heightens as I hear the sound of his pants being undone. With a tug, Mr. Smith pulls his pants and underwear down, just beneath his ass. His mountainous mounds, covered in a dusting of hair, bounce into the open.

“No you never said-MMM” Mr. Smith silences me by dropping his bubble butt onto my face and barking out, “Silence, furniture doesn’t speak or care that I'm bare-ass.”

The last thing I see is Mr. Smith's pillowy globes parting as he sits down, revealing his twitchy pucker that’s heading straight for my nose, before everything goes black.

His meaty slabs spill over and clamp around the sides of my face like a vice. And the tip of my nose is lodged in his sweaty hole.

With my ears also buried in his cavernous crack, I both hear and feel Mr. Smith’s voice. “Alright, it feels like it’s time to start earning your pay, fart-cushion… NGH”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP

VVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMWWWWWWTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFFFFFFKKKKKKKKKOOOOOOOBBBBBB

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDMMMMMM

Mr. Smith opens the floodgates, blasting a never-ending stream of beefy farts right up my nose. This is like a nightmare. I can feel the heat of his fumes burning the tip of my nose.

In an act of self-preservation, I hold my breath, not wanting to breathe in. This causes Mr. Smith to laugh.

“Haha, how long can you keep that up, fart-cushion? You’re gonna have to breathe sometime.”He taunts me.

I only last forty seconds before I breathe in deep through my nose and open mouth. The stench of spoiled poultry and sulfur flows down my throat and sets my lungs ablaze. I'm immediately coughing and retching on his toxic fumes. I can feel Mr. Smith’s mounds jiggling around my face from his cruel laughter.

Even with me barely able to breath, Mr. Smith ruthlessly pushes out one noxious butt-burp after another, up my nose.

I don’t know how long this has been going on. Three minutes or three hours could've passed, I can’t tell. But I’m given a moment of reprieve as Mr. Smith leans to the side, exposing half of my face to freedom. I desperately breathe in cool and semi-fresh air.

What Mr. Smith says next, causes me more misery. “Just so you know, fart-cushion, whenever I work late, my husband stops by so we can have dinner together.”

After saying this, I hear his office door open. “Hey babe, I got you two extra bean burritos like you asked-” John's voice pauses abruptly as I hear him sit in the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Matt, yes he bullied me all through highschool for being gay, but I’m over it.” John says.

Mr. Smith rests his lifted cheek back down, resealing my face in his cavernous crack.

“Maybe you are but my booty sure isn't… GGH” Mr. Smith counters before farting in my face.

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBTTTTTTT

“Baby, I have a beautiful home, a career I love, and a successful handsome husband who's hung like a horse. My past with him doesn’t haunt me in the slightest.”

Mr. Smith responds with farting in my face, again.

DDDDDDDDDLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAABBBBBBBBB

I gag on the skunky fumes Mr. Smith rips up my nose. The paint-peeling stench is inhuman.

Like the stench, the realization that this’ll be for the rest of my life, hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ll always be working beneath this flatulent villain, who’ll be farting on me constantly. And thanks to his power and influence, I’ll never be able to quit and find a decent paying job anywhere else. All because of who I bullied in highschool. I can't believe that I used to think that gay people were beneath me.

"Wow, that's very big of you, Johnny. Let's see if my nasty booty will follow your example."

That's followed by Mr. Smith's guts loudly and ominously gurgling.

“Oh sorry, love. My booty's big, but not that big. Lips on hole, fart-cushion; time to earn your overtime.”

His statement horrifies me. I can’t do it. I can’t do that! I keep my mouth shut.

Instead of angering him, this makes Mr. Smith laugh.

“Haha, oh silly fart-cushion, there’s no resisting this.” Mr. Smith slides his greasy pucker against my mouth, and then starts wiping it from left to right, forcing my lips open.

“NGH… say ah… UGH”

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Now that’s my kind of karma! 😈

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(Captian) Mark & Nuclear Nathan: Nuclear Meltdown

"Ohhh Mark!! I'm finally here, just finished a brutal gym session and a run home." The teasing tone of the college gym instructor, Nathan, echoed in through the walls of the dom frats main house. Mark awaited, laid down against a chair as he anticipated Nathan's arrival.

"Fuck yeah man, already sat down awaiting my nasty ass. When Garret offered me your face as a seat for my leaving gift I jumped at the opportunity. After all, its the final time I get to gas a college freshman before going to my new role as gym manager at an island resort. He tells me your a secret little fart slut. I would say don't worry, but trust me, I'm nuclear!" Nathan's words turned Mark on as he stared at the massive man. The red shorts being pealed down slowly to allow the bowling ball like ass cheeks to pour out just added to Marks fantasy. The smell followed. Clearly, he wasn't lying about the gym and run as the sewage level stench of Australian ass sweat filled the room. Suddenly, the doughy ass came crashing down, breaking Mark from his trance.

"You're comfy!"Nathan laughs as he feels Mark fit in his crack. Mark reveled in his situation. Nathan's ass smelt disgusting, but to Mark it was heaven. He huffed loudly, making it aware to Nathan that the appreciation of the situation was mutual. Rimming followed as Marks instincts took over, his body on autopilot as Nathan's body and aura destroyed the walls of restriction the young dom/sub hybrid usually exhibited. "Such a good seat! Imma Nuke you now buddy!" Nathan's hole slowly widened as Mark kissed it and licked around his crack. Then came the eruption. A fart so powerful it shook both of the men. Nathan's thighs shook as he pushed the dense protein powered sewage air out, and Mark shook as the impact tried to blast him away. Nathan is left breathless, the power of such a massive Nuke taking all his energy. Mark, also breathless is left in a paralysed state. Unsure of how to react as he just experienced both the most vile and disgusting fart ever, yet also the one that made him cum the quickest and made him happy.

"Fuck man how are you alive!" Nathan laughs, his sniffers never usually surviving a fart. "More! Please!" Mark struggles between deep breathes, most of which just meant he was inhaling left over Nuke air. "Damn a sub that wants more? You already came and want more nukes? If you say yes then I'm not leaving your face until I'm empty!" Nathan informs Mark, texting Garret to inform him the secret plan worked, a plan to break Mark into a fart sniffer role in the frat. "Yes Nathan! I need your nukes! Your farts are the nastiest!" Mark goes to speak again, but the bubbly ass flattens down to suffocate him. No longer a worship session, and no warning talk, a large Nuke simply launched onto Marks face immediately. His cum soaked pants sprung to life again as he turned hard at an instant. After waiting ten minutes for the mushroom cloud of gas to be entirety sniffed out of existance, Mark reaches up and hugs Nathan's waist, rubbing his abdomin to signal for another Nuke, a tactic he used with Paxton. Another Nuke follows, and Mark gets all the gas he ever wanted. But then another, and another, and another follow. A quadruple Nuke to overwhelm Mark. Nathan laughs, the lesser man below him vibrating from disgust and enjoyment, flailing and pushing to be released from the blast zone, but to no avail as an endless amount of fart caused mushroom clouds melt his consciousness.

Mark comes around a few hours later. His hair messy from the impact of the Nukes, his nose burning and still ingrained with Nathan's scent, his mouth slightly moist from the ass sweat, and his ears ringing from the booming g nukes. He groans as he hardens again from just the aftershock. Grabbing his phone with one hand, he starts rubbing his tented crotch with the other. "Hey Babe, you wanna meet up later? I need your farts!" Mark texts Paxton as he desires more release following nuclear Nathan. In the hours to come, he thinks of ways to up Paxtons protein intake and try match Nathan's intensity.

*Gifs of @nathwyld on twitter*

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micromikemacro

“Hi! Im your Uber, Richard. Go ahead and lay down across my seat, face up. Is there a problem? You ordered a special express Uber sir. Yes that means I make the rules, especially if you want to make your flight in time. Yes I’m very serious, now lay down on my seats… Good boy, I know it’s a bumpy ride to the airport, I’ll make sure your face is very closely wedged into my crack so you don’t get injured. Don’t talk to much, the vibrations can get me to talk back, and not from up here. Heads up little guy, there’s traffic, so your ride just went from 30 minutes to 2 hours. Buckle up!”

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Aromatherapy (Continuing a Story from Nifty.org)

A link to the story I'm continuing: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/aromatherapy

Part 1

I waited 10 minutes before leaving. I was shaking with anticipation. i had never been so excited in my whole life. He was already pulled around waiting in a 2018 GMC Sierra Crew Cab. "Get in. This isn't a free ride by the way. You can either give me gas money or get down there and sniff my gas. It's a 30 minute drive, maybe longer since it's about to be rush hour. Your choice". There wasn't even a question. I quickly climbed in the passenger side and laid down while he rose up and lowered his basketball shorts. He was wearing stained gray boxer briefs with a wet stain on the back and a big golden brown streak going up the crack. They smelled like a sweaty toilet seat. He quickly sat down and ground his fat ass around my face until my nose was right in the middle of his crack. He reached back, spreading his cheeks and pressing down until my nose was pushing the dirty undies into his hole and his ass enveloped my face. "Ah, that's it. Your nose feels great in my nasty hole. I'm still sweaty from that sauna and I just took the most massive shit so your nose is going to have to scratch that itch." He ground his ass on my face some more as we pulled out of the parking lot. We stopped at every red light on the way to the highway. It took 45 minutes to get to his place. I could smell the fresh shit around his hairy hole and he kept letting out the worst SBDs the whole way laughing each time and rubbing it in on my nose. Finally we got there and he pulled up his shorts and got out. I sat up and made my way out as well. The house was huge and there were 3 other vehicles in the driveway, 2 SUVs and another pickup. We made our way inside and he took me straight to the living room. "I'm hungry so I'm going to make myself something to eat. Get down on the floor with your head in that seat over there and I'll be back" pointing to the comfy chair in the corner. I quickly obeyed and was waiting quietly in the dark when suddenly this handsome young man walked in texting on his iPhone Xr. He had on only a jockstrap that was bulging. He looked to be about 25 maybe and he had a perfect amount of muscle, nice arms, legs, firm pecs, with a little bit of a chiseled but bloated belly and a nice happy trail. He launched himself ass first into the chair I had my face waiting in and oh boy was it a nice one. Nice smooth golden cheeks with a very hairy crack that smelled like a long day with several unshowered before it. Once he had sat down he quickly realized there was something under him but instead of getting up he just farted loudly and wetly. PRRRBBBBBBTTTTTT. "Ah. That felt good. I don't smell a thing. Pops must have gotten a new fart cushion. Awesome! Especially after all those burritos had for lunch. The cheese and beans is really fucking my stomach up." He sat on my face for 10 minutes letting let out several sbds and loud wet releases while rubbing his sexy belly and really ground his wet hole into my face before spreading his cheeks to let out a huge shart. SSSSSSRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT. My nose was sprayed with hot air and speckles of shit "Whew that was nasty. Think I felt a little shit come out on that one. Pops will have a fit if I stained his favorite chair! He might even make me his fart cushion again! Definitely don't need that torture!" He shot up and turned around bending down to make sure he hadn't made a mess of the seat. While he did I got to see more of his handsome face. He had a perfect chiseled jaw, beautiful mischievous eyes, and a thin, long nose (think Daniel Croix with green eyes). I licked my lips as he finally got to inspecting me. "Nice. It all went on you huh, cutie? Well plenty more where that came from" He said with a chuckle. He let out a bubbling fart into the air and sniffed. "Damn that's ripe. Why don't you open that pretty mouth for me this time just to be safe. I'll try not to take a dump in it". I shuddered at the thought as I'm not into that at all. He kindly wiped my face off looking down at me with a glint in his eye. I did as he said as he turned around and spread that perfect ass open.

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Mile High Sub

You stowed your bag in the overhead compartment and sat down in your seat. Glad to finally be settled after being stuck in the airport for near 3 hours, uncomfortable and bored. Other than the occasional stand to let your neighbours take their seats, window and middle, you were finally able to begin to relax.

Scrolling the film selections to pick out what you might watch on the journey, struggling with the poor selection, you started to watch the cabin crew get ready for take off. You hadn't noticed one of them when boarding, but you had certainty noticed him now!

The man was walking down the aisle checking the over head compartments. His face was stern looking, not like the overly polite air stewards you were used to. His beard was trimmed and styled immaculately. Kept short, with fades and cut lines. He could have been a model. His brown skin was complimented by the colours of the uniform; a cream shirt, chocolate brown trousers and waistcoat, with burnt orange accents.

The uniform itself you noticed must have been at least one size too small for this man. His tree trunk legs were risking splitting the sides of the trousers, the shirt showed off his impressive biceps and the waistcoat held taught. As he neared your seat you knew you had to check out the back. A man this built in clothes like this, that ass was going to be worth a look.

As he got to your compartment you first checked out the bulge. He'd obviously made sure to not be too on display, but there was a meaty package bundled in the front. But as expected the ass was the main show. When he moved to the next compartment you followed him. That ass was godly. The trousers, struggling with the thighs were pulled taught across his huge globes. The clothes you realised must have been tailored, because despite the tightness, there was enough material to fully envelop both cheeks and go right up his crack. You could only imagine how those trousers would smell after this 10hr flight.

The sight was worth the look, but too late you realised he'd stalled at the next compartment to fix something and in doing so had caught you looking. As you glanced up you caught his look. He gave nothing away; no potential anger, flattery of the attention, nothing. Quickly you sat back in your chair and started tapping at the screen, pretending to pick up your film search. You could hear he'd started to move on and you relaxed again. That was too close.

You made sure to avoid eye contact as he carried out that rest of the checks and before you knew it it was time for take off. You did have to watch him do the safety announcements which was awkward, but he never once looked at you and was ever the professional. Assured he'd not taken offence you relaxed again and tried to settle in to a film.

After about an hour the crew started to run down the plane handing out meals to those who'd order special options; vegetarian, halal, etc. You took the opportunity to enjoy as he waddled his ass up and down the aisle. On the next one he stopped at your row, and started speaking to the lady next to the window. He leant forward to hand her meal, his bulk forced you to lean back to give him space. His size was so imposing and you could feel his natural authority seeping from him.

As he straightened back up you followed him with your eyes, and they fell upon his name badge where it read, 'Amir'. You then met his eyes. He lingered for a moment, towering over you staring down as if assessing you. Before walking off. Heart racing you tried to stay calm, and more importantly hide the erection that was growing.

A short while passed and you could see him now working on the main meal service. Walking backwards pulling the trolley, joking with a colleague who was on the other side pushing. They served meals to the passengers ahead, working their way down the plane. Once they got to the rows just in front you were treated to his ass inches from your face. Turning this way and that as he handed out meals, you got to see it from all angles. You tried not to stare having been caught once, but you couldn't resist.

The chatter from Amir and the other steward grew louder and you looked up to see them both laughing. You didn't understand what was being said in the language, but the other steward looked at you then back to Amir and nodded. Amir said something and they both laughed.

While getting something from the trolley, Amir bent forward pushing his ass out and towards you. You didn't hear anything, but a second later you smelt it. Covered by the smell of the plane food that was being released with each meal lid pealed off, Amir had released a silent fart in your face. He said something in his language to his colleagues and they both burst out laughing.

Your cheeks turned red. It was unbelievable what had happened. Should you tell someone? But who? And say what, that you, a grown man, had been farted on by another man. It was too embarrassing.

Amir turned to you, the laughter gone and the imperceptible face returned. He asked your neighbour what meal option they wanted and handed it over. The moment of dread came, when you'd have to speak. But instead of asking the question to you, Amir placed a tray in front of you.

"...what... is it?"

His tone was cordial. "It's your special dietary meal".

"Oh I didn't order anything, I can just have the regular chicken."

"This was prepared especially for you". The tone never changed but his eyes bore in to you, as if daring you to challenge him further.

"So-sorry. Thank you."

The two stewards laughed as they moved on, saying something you couldn't understand.

Looking at the meal you knew something had been done. The water bottle had been opened, could he have spit in it? The foil lid had been put back but you were sure it had been lifted, what had been done there? The bread roll, looked as if it had been squashed. Maybe sat on. You gave the food a sniff. The strong smell of all the airplane food made it had to detect anything, but you were positive you caught the faintest hint of a familiar smell, of Amir's fart.

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Camping Fart Slave Training - Part 2

Having been Joesephs fart sniffer for hours on end, I eventually passed out. I woke up the next morning, with morning wood which was clearly visible in the sleeping bag.

Morning sleepy head said Joeseph as he lifted the gas mask off my face and removed the gag. FINALLY fresh air, well sort of. The tent didn't smell pleasant with Joesephs gas having filled the whole thing.

"Ready to cum boy?" Joeseph barked at me. "No please don't make me do that" I whimpered back. "Please don't what?" Joeseph said looking down into my eyes and holding his hand on my neck. I shrugged unsure of what to say.

He tightened his grip around my neck and said "I am your master fart sniffer, You call me master." I shook my head in disagreement scared to say anything else.

Quick as anything he swung round and sat on my face wearing his tracksuit bottoms. The smell wasn't pleasant, just as he wiggled his ass he ripped a large basey fart directly onto my face.

The smell filled my nose immediately. "What do you call me?!?" Joeseph said powerfully, I shook my head again, no way was this guy gonna be my master!

Another massive powerful fart ripped onto my face, forcing me to inhale even more of his putrid gas. "What about now??"

I screamed no into his ass, and another wetter fart hit my face. He then took down his trackies and sat bare-ass on my face.

Ok fart sniffer, here we go. Full torture. I heard the gas moving around in his belly, his ass groaning wanting to let it out.

Suddenly my dick started twitching, Joesephs hand touching it, making it even harder. It was a strange feeling having another many touch my dick making it harder and I couldn't explain it.

He started rubbing my dick, then came the farts. One wet fart after another, ripping on my face. I could feel the wetness of each fart on my face as he continued to rub my dick. I started to precum.

"Am I your master now?" Joeseph asked, I was too occupied to reply. I had no idea what was happening. Then, Joeseph pushed again, and another load of wet farts hit my face as he continued to rub my dick.

One fart after another I continued to be forced to inhale them, groaning and struggling underneath him as he had full control of my dick and nose.

Then, as he ripped the biggest eggy fart ever I exploded with cum inside my sleeping bag, it dripping all over inside it. I relaxed opening my mouth as he farted even more making the stench even worse, even more relaxed I screamed "THANK YOU MASTER" and he ripped another we fart instantly.

Joeseph got off my face, looked down and said "How did you enjoy that fart sniffer". I was still in shock, I couldn't speak, I hadn't enjoyed it but I was definitely owned by him.

"Ok, time for another sleep I think" he took his place back on my face and ripped a long eggy fart that made me pass out cold covered in my own cum.

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Lockdown Bubble - Part 3

For the rest of the weekend we hung out on the sofa, watching TV with the occasional hook up when the mood came over Antony. I was even made to come one of those times, but the rest were Antony focused even though he seemed to have forgotten the conversation he had the morning before and just focused on blow jobs. He only farted absent mindedly and didn't comment on them. Although it would often be as he sat next to me, which meant I still had to endure their foul odour.

That night when we went to bed though, Antony was after more. "You've been so good this weekend, I really can't complain about having a whore on call. That mouth of yours". He leant forward and kissed me hard. His hands reached round and grabbed my ass, "but now I want this".

My heart started to beat faster. We hadn't had full sex yet and I was nervous about it. Antony was much more experienced, where as I'd only done it a couple of times and that was years ago. "Oh, yeh, great...but please, go slow..."

"Go slow, I've waited two days!" Antony jokingly mocked but before I could speak he kissed me again. "Of course I will".

He started to take my clothes off. I reached to take off his t-shirt but he pushed my hands away, "Not yet. I want to see you strip first". I felt my cheeks blush as I kicked off my socks and wriggled out of the jeans. It left me stood there in a tight pair of Aussiebum briefs, he leant back and took me in and made the spin gesture with his finger. I span around, feeling a bit silly, but was complimented by the noises of approval Antony made. I bent over and took off the briefs and was about to toss them aside when he reached out and took them. He held them to his nose and had a big sniff.

"Aw, they smell clean. After time around my junk and ass mine won't smell like this", and with that he started to strip. As he took off his shirt revealing the beefy body, he pushed my head to his belly. "Mmm, worship me, boy"

I kissed his stomach and licked around the nipples to his moans of delight. He then pushed down so I was sitting on the bed while he carried on stripping. As he pulled his trousers off I saw he was still wearing the same boxers he'd been wearing since I'd arrived two days ago. I hadn't noticed since I'd seen them at breakfast yesterday, as either we'd stripped so quickly or Antony had just pulled his cock out through his jeans fly.

"They're not the same boxers you've had on all weekend?"

Antony looked annoyed. At being called out, or for being interrupted, I wasn't sure. "What? I've not been anywhere. Besides, I just said mine wouldn't smell good. Days of me lounging around, they'll have absorbed all that sweat, every drop of piss that I didn't fully shake off, and any left over cum that dribbled out." He must have seen my look of revulsion because he smiled and grabbed my head, pulling my face in to his bulge.

"That's it. Sniff that crotch. Can you smell it". He pushed my head down and lifted his foot up to the bed to give me access. "Smell my balls, faggot".

I tried to pull away. The smell was rancid. A couple of days without showering was one thing, but this was beyond that! Antony worked from home so who knew when they'd actually been last changed!

"Come on, take a big sniff and I'll let you go. I want to hear you enjoy my stink"

As I couldn't break free of his grip, and my neck was being awkwardly pulled down to get up in Antony's ball and taint area, I felt desperation beginning to take over.

*sniff* *sniff*

"Oh that's not nearly enough! Come on, pig, a big long sniff"

"Come on, I did it! Let me go". I pleaded. But it fell on deaf ears. Annoyed at not getting what he wanted right away, Antony decided to punish me. He pulled my head out but held on tight. Dropping his leg and spinning round in one smooth action, I wasn't prepared when my face was slammed into his ass. Straight between the cheeks. Only having an instant to see the patch of sweat that ran up the crack line.

"Now you can appreciate the back of them instead. I was going easy on you. But now it's the days worth of farts, and sweat from my swamp ass". Antony had a nice big ass, but from here it looked and felt massive. My face was wedged in and I could barely see past the the big fat cheeks to Antony's face looking back at me.

The smell was so much worse. It smelt like an uncleaned toilet. I tried to get a bit of space to get fresh air, but I was held still.

"Three big sniffs! One for implying I'm a slob. A second for making me take time away from fucking that ass to punish you. Finally a long third one, so I know how much you love my smell."

I had to get out. Each breath was an assault, and my nose hurt from being slammed against his ass.

*SSSNNNIIIFFF*

I had to pause, it was making me feel sick.

"Only two? This how you say you don't like my smell?!" I can't have a slave that doesn't worship every thing about me. Now a big long sniff of my ass, one last time, and when you're done say thank you!"

I bracesd myself. Until now I'd been taking shallow breaths to stay conscious but now my lungs needed oxygen. One more was all it'd take to be freed.

*SSSSSNNNNNIII-

*PPPPRRRRRRBBBBBRRRR*

-IIFFFFF*

Antony had prepared a huge fart for the third sniff. As soon as he heard his victim taking that breath he pushed with all his might. He burst out laughing as I flailed desperately trying to pull back, yanking at his wrist that held my head.

I had been halfway through the sniff when I felt it. A rush of wind followed by the stink of an open sewer. I could feel it's warmth on my face. I could feel sick starting to come up my throat and had to swallow frantically. I felt the hold loosen enough for fresh air to get in and let me speak.

"Oh god that's horrible. Let me up!"

"I want to hear the thank you first"

"Thank you!"

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for letting me smell your stink!"

Antony let go and turned back round. His cock was erect and poking out above the waistline. As he took off the boxers I filled my lungs with the cleaner - for the fart still lingered in the room - air. "Your farts are disgusting. That was disgusting!"

His face darkened. His cock was harder than I had ever seen it. Standing fully erect, throbbing and veiny. He pushed me down whilst spinning me round so I was lying face down. Bent over the bed with my ass exposed and ready.

"How dare you speak to me like that! I know what you faggots are for, and it's to worship me. Pig out on what I give you. And be a fucking cum slut"

He pulled my hair to lift my face off the bed and, as I cried out in pain, stuffed his boxers in my mouth. I could taste the sweat, and prayed I was tasting the front and not the fart covered back. Before I could spit them out my face was slammed back down.

Antony teased my hole with his finger and started to probe inside. He spit on the hole and worked the saliva in. I grimaced and tried to relax for what came next, I could feel his hard fat cock pressing against me. I moaned in pleasure as he continued to finger me, adding another finger as he went. He spat in his other hand and rubbed it over his cock, then pulled his fingers out and spat on my hole again. This time he used the pale head to push it in. He fell forward and used his weight to force his way inside of me. There was excruciating pain and I bit down hard on the boxers and let out a muffled cry.

Antony paused to let me adapt to the sensation and I prayed that it was all in and I could just lie there and take a quick fuck. But as Antony reached and pinned my arms to the bed I realised it wasn't. He thrust hard and I felt it hit deep inside, sending more pain through my body. I tried to breath through the pain but just got more of the smell of Antony's boxers and a taste of the salty sweat and tangy piss that soaked them.

He ploughed away without any concern, holding me down and grunting.

"That's it bitch. This is what you wanted. Begging to my bubble, so I'd fuck this bubble butt. Any bottom would beg to take this cock and not give me any lip" he fucked more aggressively as he reminded me of all my insubordination.

"Like my boxers now? You're going to learn to love my smells. Be a good pig for me, or I'll find a faggot who will and you can go back to your lonely flat!"

I moaned and moaned. Anthony was hitting the spot, but it was all too hard. I tried to listen to what was being said but the pain was so intense, I had to focus on relaxing best I could. I managed to hear, "Well, do you like how my boxers smell now?!"; and, not wanting to cause any more aggression, nodded. I made big show of lifting my head and burying my face in the part still outside my mouth.

"Oh fuck! There's my pig boy. Sniff them up. I'll make more for you don't worry". This seemed to satisfy Antony who went quiet and focused on fucking. Shortly after my arms were released as Anthony grabbed my hips and pulled himself as far in as he could get as he made his final thrusts. He exploded inside me then just lay down, letting his bulk fall on me, his cock softening in my ass, panting in my ears as he caught his breath.

"Oh that was what I needed. Did you enjoy that?". I nodded. He pulled out and lay on his back. "You can take these out now." And he pulled the boxers out of my mouth, then threw them to the floor.

"That was... intense." I managed to get out. "I...er....better just deal with this" and gestured to my open hole that was oozing cum, rushing off to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet lost in thought. That had been scary, but Antony had said he liked powerplay maybe that was what it was. I could just discuss it with him and we'd find what we both liked. I was sure of it. No need to end it now on a misunderstanding. I finished up and went back to the bedroom, and found Antony had fallen asleep. 'Oh well' I thought, 'I'll mention it in the morning'. Besides, how much worse could it get than that fart to the face?

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Disclaimer: the beginning and the story idea isn't mine, I considerably modified it and added the few final paragraphs. You can find the original story on nifty.com. Also, pictures aren't mine.

FOOTBALL TEAM’S BITCH

It had been a filthy, bone-breaking practice, and our white practice pants were caked with mud, our jerseys soaked through by the cold, spitting rain. But I didn’t complain. Junior varsity freshmen don’t complain, not if they want a chance to ever play in a real game. I wasn’t a big guy, not by a long shot. I still looked like a teenager - but then again, I was. I was slight and had to look up to most of the other guys on the team, but I was fast and wiry and surprisingly hard to plant in the turf once I got my feet under me, so I had a thought that I might be a pretty good running back. I had been, back in high school, but I was quickly learning that college is a whole other story. As the smallest guy on the junior varsity team, I was just about invisible to the larger, first-string players. I kept it that way, figuring the best way to show myself was on the field, by taking the pain of practice and never complaining, and the coaches at least had started, I hoped, to see something in me. It was early in the year, the other students hadn’t even arrived on campus, and classes hadn’t started. That’s how early we began football practice.

I had just begun to lift the pads from my shoulders, trailing wet nylon over my face, when a loud hoot echoed off the locker-room walls. I didn’t think much of it. There was always a lot of noise in the lockers, howling and bragging and yelling. But this shout was a signal. I’m hard to plant, but only on the field and only if I know what’s coming. Plus, they didn’t even try to plant me. Hands - one pair still wearing a pair of sticky wide receiver gloves - grabbed at me, two pair on my arms, two on my legs, and they lifted me from the ground as easily as pulling a weed. I flailed, but I still had my pads half-off, half-on, and the clammy nylon practice jersey clung to my face. A storm of laughing voices drowned out my own cries. The quality of the sound changed, and they yanked my pads off, baring my chest with its wet, clinging under layer of tight Lycra.

They’d carried me into the storage closet, a room filled with various bits of gear, uniforms, pads, elastic bands and other workout gear. It was a room we mostly stayed out of, on coach’s orders. Jeering faces looked down at me, smeared with mud, a couple with helmets still on. Jarrett was a wide-bodied fullback who probably had a good eighty pounds on me. He had my legs, both of them, and while I tried to twist and kick at him with my muddy cleats, I got nowhere. He just grinned up at me, a shaved-headed ape with a vicious glint in his eye. Nate had one of my arms, the first-string quarterback, a blond stud who never had trouble getting his dick wet on the weekends - at least, judging from his locker room talk. And the Chad pinned my other arm, a tight end that could bench-press me. A grinning second-string running back, Keith, was digging at the laces of my pants. I gulped air, considered screaming. But Nate must have seen it in my eyes. He pinned my arm between his thighs and clamped a hand over my mouth. I tasted mud and rain and sweat on his skin. I tried to pull my hand free, pressed between the smooth, wet fabric of his practice pants, but I couldn’t get it out. His legs were too strong. They were all too strong. And I didn’t want them to get my pants off, because once they did, they'd see my dirty little secret. I flailed and blushed and twisted and got nowhere, and the running back yanked down my practice pants. Jarrett got my cleats off, one at a time, holding both ankles tight in one massive, meaty hand while he worked the laces with the other. Then they raked my pants off, and with them my wet football girdle, the lycra sliding smoothly down my hairless thighs and that was it… my little caged cock was now exposed to all of the football team. “wooow look, what the fuck is that!” said Jarrett, and the others mainly laughed and repeated the same sentence even louder. “I was sure he was a fag, look at his tiny little locked numb, how pathetic!”. They continued laughing for quite some time and I was completely red of shame. Keith flicked my locked cock. It was bobbing in the cool air. I flinched from his touch, but my cock didn’t shrivel. Their laughter was almost a solid thing, holding me down as firmly as the hands.

Duct tape ripped behind me, and they looped it around my wrists, then around my ankles, all the way up to my knees. I did have some hair on my calves, but I figured I wouldn’t once I got out of this tape. Nate leaned down, neatly sculpted blond eyebrows drawn together. “You a faggot?” he asked. I grunted negation into his palm. But he didn’t look convinced. “I think it’s pretty obvious now that you’re a faggot” he said. “Don’t know if we have any use for a faggot on the team. Huh, what do you think, guys?” They howled and barked, more animal than human. Someone looped more duct tape around me, binding my upper arms to my chest, my lower arms to my abs - I was helpless, completely mummified in it. I even felt more layer being added to my already mummified body. Soon all of my skin disappeared under layers and layers of thick duct tape, making me completely powerless and at the mercy of my team; there was absolutely nothing I could do except breathing.

I tried to struggle, but that just made my cock harder in my cage. Keith kept flicking my dick and balls. He was a sneering little punk with knuckle tattoos that said LOVE and HATE and a slicked-back high and tight that was almost a mohawk. No one really liked him; even the coaches didn’t care much for him. But he was a hell of a running back and one of the hottest guy on the team. They laid me down on a lifting bench, then flipped me. My drooling cock rubbed the torn plastic surface of the bench, and fingers rubbed and probed at my ass. “You can always tell if they’re fags” Keith said, “’Cause they’ll have loose, soggy assholes like a girl’s pussy.” “Don’t know what girls’ pussies you been playing with” Jarrett grumbled. “Just your mom’s” he said. A finger - I have no idea whose - brushed my hole, and a warm spasm flickered over me, uncomfortably close to orgasm. I didn’t know why this was turning me on, if that’s what was happening, or if this was just a reaction to fear. I struggled, but could barely move, and each wiggle or twist just rubbed my cock against the bench, bringing me closer to a humiliating caged orgasm. “Seems pretty tight to me” was the verdict, and the finger withdrew. They flipped me back over.

Someone had taken off their sweaty, very smelly, and dirty football sock, wadded it into a thick ball, and they shoved that into my mouth, well Keith violently shoved it into my mouth looking at me with the same little smirk “can’t have you making too much noise right faggot”. A thick strip of duct-tape went over that, and nearly five times around my head. “enjoy your little faggot meal” said Keith. Then the team decided to tape me to the bench to make me even more immobile and powerless. They started to put layers and layers of duct tape efficiently taping me to the bench and making me even more immobile than before. Even my taped mouth and head was strapped to the bench with more tape, then I saw Nate’s beautiful face again “that should keep you in place haha, in your faggot bitch place!”.

About half the team was either in the room or watching from the locker room, and almost all of them had their phones in hand, recording this, maybe putting it on the internet. But then Nate leaned over my face. “You got a little dirty during practice huh bitch” he said. “Time for your shower” He gathered a big wad of spit in his mouth, rumbled in his throat to augment it with snot, and launched it to splat right against the side of my nose. It trickled down my face slowly, tickling, but I couldn’t wipe it away. They followed the leader, then, each of them adding a gob of slimy spit to my face, until I had to hold my breath to keep from inhaling it up my nose and drowning in the team’s saliva. It seemed everyone on the team contributed a wad of spit to my face. Spattering me, jeering at me, laughing at me. I was no longer invisible to them, that was for sure. I thought it would never end, spit and insults and occasional slaps at my treacherously caged cock and taped face.

But then they left, and on the way out, Nate flicked off the light. “Sleep tight little faggot bitch and enjoy your homemade facemask!” he said. I figured that’d be the end, that it’d be over. I figured they’d leave me there for a while, until either I was rescued by the cleaning people or, more likely, Nate would come back and untape me and let me go and we’d all have a laugh about it. But it was barely the beginning. Because while they still shouted and howled and cranked the music in the locker room, they hadn’t forgotten me.

In fact, a few minutes later, the door opened and the lights came back on. Jarrett stood over me, still caked in mud. Didn’t these fuckers have classes to get to? I had bio of cells in a half an hour, and if I didn’t get out of this duct tape and shit I’d miss it. Jarrett smiled big, broad face and square jaw, like a politician seeking votes. “Hey, little bitch.” He’d taken off all his clothes except his football girdle, tight white fabric stretched over his broad thighs and ass, a substantial bulge in the front. They did nothing to hide the line of his penis against his soft, thick balls. His body was hard with muscle, but a soft layer of fat covered them, smoothed them out “like what you see huh?”. I grunted in the tape. Something like “let me go” but it came out all in vowels. The sock against my tongue and teeth was gritty and salty. Someone’s foot sweat. I didn’t even know whose.

Jarrett stood over me, turned around and started straddling my face “now you’re gonna love this as much as I do fag”. Then he lowered his fat, muscled and magnificent ass. Sweat had soaked through the spandex, making it translucent, and the dark line of his ass crack descended over my face, my nose and covered mouth. I tossed my head, but he rested some of his weight on me, trapping me with my nose in his crack. “Sniff it,” he said. “Come on bitch, do a buddy a favour and sniff my ass.” I couldn’t do anything but obey.

The tape and sock in my mouth prevented me from breathing other than through my nose, and now I smelled the dank, rich stink of his ass after a long and grueling practice. He wiggled, grinding himself against me. Then he put more weight on me. I tried to draw breath, couldn’t - only a thin thread of air slid between his clenching ass and my face. And that air was dank with sweat. I thrashed, helplessly, uselessly. I was going to suffocate here, I thought. He was going to kill me in the storage closet in the back of the football locker room. It’d be in the news. But just as my lungs burned and my breath began to slide into panic, he stood up. “You got spit all over my butt,” he said. Not my own, of course. The team’s. “Nasty.” I sucked sweet air through my nose, refilling my lungs. My heart thudded, but began to calm.

“you’re a pretty good ass sniffer, right little bitch” he said, turning around facing me again a casually slapping my duct taped face, “better ass sniffer than player should I say, glad I found you a way to be useful for us men right” he added before pinching my nose, effectively preventing me from breathing at all. He was still smiling, enjoying having me in this predicament. Then, when I thought I was about to pass out, he released my nostrils, and I was able to draw laborious breathing… but not for long… soon after, he turned around again and positioned his marvellous ass right above my face. “Ready for round two fag?” I tried shouting again, I really wanted out, but it was pointless as the sock was transforming everything into muffled cries. Then it happened again, and Jarrett lowered his big ass right onto my face. His positioned his crack right on my nose and put some weight on it, effectively forcing it closer to his asshole.

This time the smell was even stronger. It nearly made me wanna puke to think that I had my nose buried into Jarrett ass, nearly touching his dirty hole. My beautiful captor on the other hand seemed to enjoy what was going on and moaned. “nice and deep breath right bitch, must make you hard in your little faggot cage, enjoy the funkiness!”.

It must have been one hour now that Jarrett was forcing me to sniff his dirty ass. He even took off his boxer at one point, making things harder for me. Now I can tell that he must not wash it very often. He really was your stereotypical alpha jock from college. “Ho wait… I have a surprise… wait for it” he suddenly said. Being naïve I thought he was about to finally let me out of here when he started to get up and realising my nostrils from his butthole, but I was wrong. He put all his weight on me again and when I was about to suffocate, he got up only a bit and let out a massive fart right onto my face “theeere, enjoy my little gift bitch, you’re welcome haha!”. I was struggling like crazy trying to break free from the smell. I even tried screaming again but nothing. Jarrett was really enjoying it, laughing at my distress. No matter what I did, the smell wouldn’t go away and was filling my lungs. “Who would have known that a lifting bench offered a perfect height for face sitting right bitch” he then stood up and looked down at me “well, wasn’t expecting for you to like my gift that much slave, but don’t worry, I still have plenty of them for you!” he said, again turning around and sitting his sweaty ass right on my defenceless and duct taped face.

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