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Michael walked down to the kitchen for a quick bite. His Uncle, Father and Brother were watching football together in the living room. He would’ve joined, but he didn’t really understand the game that much altogether.

Plus, they were really close to each other. Not like he had a bad relationship with them or something, but they bonded in some… unique ways.

“Oh man! That’s nasty!” Says his father as he punches his uncle's arms playfully.

“C’mon unc! Not so close to the snacks!” His brother similarly pinches his nose, wearing a smile on his face as he fans the stench away with his other hand.

“You’re just envious I am better than you! Hahaha!”

“Fuck you! We already had that discussion!”

“Yeah! There’s no way to truly know!”

“Then let’s compete again!” Said his uncle. “We’ve been fueling up all afternoon, surely you’re not chicken!”

“Ha! You bet I am not” Said his father “Bring it on Tommy, I’ll make you regret it”

“Calm down you two fossils, how are we even gonna do a contest even? It’s not like anyone is willing to be the judge or something”. Said Lucas, his older brother. “I sure as hell won’t be it”

That’s when an Idea sparked in Michael’s mind. It was a bad idea, truly. But he wanted to be part of the group. And he was stupidly impulsive.

So before he could catch himself he said.

“I can do it!” He paused nervously as the trio turned around “be the judge, I mean”

“Great then!” Said uncle Thomas “I’ve been waiting for so long and now you two won’t be able to cheat against me!”

“Hahaha” laughed his father heartily. “Come here then! And remember later you asked for it!” He said.

With that said, the three men scooted over, making a place for him at the end of the couch.

Once he was sitting there, his brother Lucas turned towards him,

“Are you sure about it bro? It’s gonna be rank”. He said.

Michael started getting nervous, however, he finally steeled himself to continue. If he backed away now, he’d look ridiculous plus everyone would be disappointed.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great then!” Interjected his uncle again. “We’ll do it like this; until the game ends you can stay there then actually, watch it with us if you want, and we’ll just position ourselves in front of you when we feel a fart brewing so you can sniff it up. At the end you just need to tell us who’s farts gave you the worst experience”

“Good thinking, if we do that we’ll avoid stinking the place and the snacks” said his father with little regard to his sons possible plead, and more relieved that the house wouldn’t end up smelling of stale farts again.

Michael sat on the couch, heart pounding as the three men turned toward him with matching grins. Lucas moved first, stepping right in front of his younger brother with a nervous smirk.

It wasn’t the first time he participated on one of the contests, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t take glee on it. Sure, he felt a little weird that it was his brother who’d play the judge, they’d usually just didn’t have a judge, or got an unfortunate, often drunk fool who didn’t know what he was getting on,  or one of them if lost a bet. 

But also… he had already been there done that.

Thankfully not recently.

It wasn’t until he could manage to make both of them cough a little with one of his farts, and started taunting them saying they wanted him to judge because they were scared of him.

Obviously it was bullshit, but hey it worked!

He didn’t actually think Michael realized what he had gone into.

Anyway, he’d live and learn.

But for now he’d have fun. It’s much more enjoyable being on the fun part of the event, he thought as his face slipped into an evil grin.

"Alright, judge," Lucas said, turning his back, bending his knees a little and spreading his stance. "Please put yourself into position"

Michael swallowed little at the sight of his brother’s sport shorts clad ass. They were thin and sweaty, and it was clear he hadn’t taken a bath yet ever since he went to the gym before the game started.

Still, he approached, having just a bit before his ass. Or that was the case before his father reached pushing him into the sweaty fabric. With practiced ease, he dragged his face across his brother’s ass as he positioned his nose on top of his hole.

“Now take deep breaths through your nose” said his uncle. Michael listened, and breathed in the stale stench of his brothers unwashed shorts, it smelled like sweat and ass.

He continued breathing like that for a small while, not feeling anything.

Feeling that, Lucas did not give any warning.

Michael only felt his hole twitch one moment, and the next.

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Lucas let out a short, sharp fart that hit Michael square in the face. The blast was hot and wet, burning his nostrils and crawling carrying a thick, sour stench that made Michael's eyes water instantly. It clung to his nostrils, sharp like spoiled eggs mixed with something meatier.

Michael coughed up, already regretting his decision.

"Fuck, that's nasty," His dad muttered, having caught a whiff that escaped and waving a hand in front of his nose.

Lucas laughed and then grunted as he pushed back a little closer. He ripped another one, longer this time, the sound wet and bubbling. The smell grew heavier, filling Michael's lungs with each breath. His stomach twisted and he felt lightheaded. This was worse than he expected, and they were just getting started.

Uncle Thomas stepped up next, shoving Lucas aside. "My turn. Watch how it's done." He bent forward, cheeks spreading against his jeans, and unleashed a long, rolling fart that vibrated through the fabric. The odor was deeper, more rotten, like old cabbage left in the sun. It layered over Lucas's stench, making the air thick and humid.

Michael gagged repeatedly and tried to back off, but the firm hand of his brother had replaced the one of his uncle and held him firmly against the denim, scraping his nose against the rough fabric.

"I’m not finished yet," Uncle Thomas grinned, already lining up for another, and Michael was pushed back inside. He let loose a second blast, hotter and louder, the force making Michael think he’d burn a hole through the denim. The smell hit harder, sour and meaty, sticking to Michael's hair and clothes.

His father pushed forward last, unbuckling his belt with a laugh. "Save the best for last."  His father unbuckled with a laugh and lowered just the ass part of his boxers, they hung mid cheek revealing just a bit of a hairy crack, and in the area of that cleft between the cheeks there was a stain marked by a sweat mark, a favor from the hot weather and excitement the game had brought.

He already could feel the heat and smell radiate onto his skin.

His father backed straight into Michael’s face, the damp, heavy fabric of his boxers pressing firmly against Michael's nose and lips. The smell was an immediate, suffocating wall of musk; thick, salty, and fermented.

He felt the muscle in his father's cheek twitch, a warning sign that sent a jolt of pure panic through his chest. Then, a deep, guttural rumble vibrated through the fabric, and a massive, wet-sounding blast tore through the cloth.

It wasn't just a smell; it was an almost physical assault. A violation of his senses. The gas was scorching, saturated with the scent of old underwear and rotting sulfur, hitting Michael’s nostrils like a thick, invisible sludge.

It sent him retching, and he tried to back away. However, his uncles iron grip pushed him deeper as he struggled.

“Damn” he heard his brother mutter distantly.

He tried to hold his breath, but the sheer force of the blast seemed to push the stench deeper into his sinuses. 

He felt his stomach flip, a wave of genuine nausea washing over him as he realized the air he was breathing was almost entirely composed of his father's concentrated waste. *What have I done?* he thought, his eyes streaming as he gagged against the damp fabric, feeling the heat of the gas linger on his skin long after the sound had stopped.

As the air slowly cleared, his father stepped away, looking satisfied as he fall back on the couch.

The three men looked at Michael, who was trembling and gasping for fresh air, his face flushed a deep red.

“Look at you! You’re practically beet red and trembling hahaha,” Lucas joked, leaning over to pat Michael’s shoulder.

"It seems self evident that I beat you both once again, hahaha! Michael cannot even respond after me!" Said his father.

His uncle made a face. “Tch, I didn't fuel up properly, if I knew we where gonna play I’d have eaten a better breakfast!” He complained before turning his attention towards Michael in a conspiratorial manner. “Anyways, You did a hell of a job, nephew. You’ve got a real stomach for this. You wanted to hang out with us, didn’t you? So, why stop now? If you just stay right there, we can all just vent into you. You know how this affects the men in the family. That way the living room stays fresh and the snacks don't get contaminated.”

"Great idea" Said his father "Are you in? What about making it my prize eh"

Michale wanted to say no, but his insecure part of himself won again under the pressure and he muttered.

"Sure I guess, the game’s already halfway done anyway isn't it?"

His brother silently mouthed `your funeral`.

Gage is a grade A prick. You pretty much learned that the moment he moved into the house. Your other roommate literally moved out because he couldn’t stand him. The only reason you’ve stayed is because the rent is cheap and the landlord isn’t complete trash. The other reason is that you have a sort of hate crush on Gage.

You understand he’s a prick and he seems like a bit of a fag basher, but dude has a rockin bod. And he has no sense of other people’s personal boundaries. One time when you had friends over, he walked out of his room completely naked to get a beer out of the fridge. Which you didn’t mind too much because you got front row seats to watch his ass jiggle. Your lesbian friends were mortified of course. Especially when he started to shake his hips to make his dick flop around. After that, you’ve all decided to do movie night at their house now to avoid any more incidents.

The other thing about Gage is that he’s a literal gas bomb. The dude is constantly gassy and it may make your dick strain against your shorts when you’re both watching TV and he lifts a leg to let out a massive fart. And look, if you’re secretly there taking quiet inhales of his stinky gas then no one needs to know.

It all comes to a head today though. You keep a journal, and you may or may not have written all your dirty fantasies about Gage in them. Looking back at it, probably not the best idea, but too late to change that now. 

You’re in the kitchen making scrambled eggs when Gage comes into the kitchen. “Good morning.” You mumble to him, not fully expecting an answer. He opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of OJ as he plays on his phone. He laughs at something before walking towards the kitchen table. 

“Hey fart slut, what’s for breakfast?” You freeze. Did he really just say that? He snaps his fingers a couple of times. “Yo, fag, I’m talking to you.” You slowly turn to look at him.

“Uhm, Scr-scrambled eggs?” You don’t know why it came out as a question. 

“Cool, I want cheese on mine.” He doesn’t even look at you as he plays on his phone.

“Oh, uhhh, I didn’t make enough for the both of us.” You look at the pan and push it around. 

“It’s fine, just give me yours.” 

“What?” He locks eyes with you.

“Let me put it another way. Give me your breakfast and I don’t post your dirty fart fantasies online.” You try to stay calm but you’re freaking out. You turn back around fully and focus on finishing the eggs, throwing cheddar cheese on top right before you finish. Your hands are shaking as you plate the food and bring it over to Gage.

“Anything else?” You say nervously placing the food and a fork down in front of him.

“Tabasco.” He doesn’t look up from his phone, you just do as he says. “Sit.” He says as you go to make yourself more scrambled eggs. “I gotta say, you’re pretty nasty. I mean, to like that shit, you gotta have some serious problems.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean, to want to get on your knees to sniff someone’s dirty ass. That’s some dog level shit.” You watch as he stuffs his mouth with eggs. “Tell me, how are you any better than a dog?”

“You’re an ass.” Your chair groans against the floor as you get up. 

“Sit back down.” Gage says firmly.

“No, fuck you. I don’t have to take this.”

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You freeze as Gage rips a five second fart. The smell hits you from where you’re standing. You can hear Gage laughing from behind you and you can’t help the shame that wafts over you. “You’re pathetic. You get one whiff of my ass funk and you can’t walk away.” You take a deep breath and calmly begin to walk to your room. “I have more where that came from, you know?” You squeeze your eyes shut, wanting to ignore him. 

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A high pitched fart hisses from his ass. “See? And they can be up your nose if you ask me nicely.” You’re not even looking at him and you can just see his cocky grin.

“What do you want?” You ask, knowing you’ve already lost.

“Heh, knew it.” You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up. “You just need to beg.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Beg your daddy to fart up your nose.” He whispers in your ear.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.” He turns you around and pushes you down onto your knees. “Beg doggy.” You lock eyes again, completely humiliated on the ground.

“Please, Gage, fart up my nose.” You say without enthusiasm. 

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“Fuck, that was a big one you just missed out on. Beg.” You sigh.

“Please daddy, please make me your fart slut.” He laughs.

“Better.” He turns around giving you the view of his brief clad ass. “Get your face in it.” You do as he says, getting a whiff of the lingering scent of the last fart. “Just remember you wanted this.”

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Airy farts warm your face as your nose gets overwhelmed by the absolutely toxic smell. It’s not like anything you thought it’d be like. “Wait.” You manage to cough out. “Wait stop.” You go to pull away but he holds you firmly in place.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He hikes his leg up slightly.

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“Oof, that one’s gonna be bad.” He wasn’t wrong. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're forced to endure that blast of a ten second fart. It’s absolutely eggy, and your eyes are watering. “Definitely wouldn’t want to be down there. But you’re liking this right fag?” You frantically shake your head no, wanting to pull away. “Aww, I knew you’d love my ass. Here, I’ll blow you a kiss.”

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Another disgusting fart burns it’s way up your nose and down to your lungs. Your face is extremely warm and you can’t think straight. You strain to pull away from the toxic fumes constantly barraging your face but Gage’s hold is too strong.

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“Look, I know my brew is strong, but you’re the one who wanted this. And you begged oh so nicely for daddy to fart in your face. Who am I to get in your way of your dream?”

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“It’s okay, I won’t judge you. Well maybe a little. Only cause you’re a fucked up a fag.” 

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It’s getting really hard to breathe down here. The only air you’re getting is Gage’s eggy farts. You’ve begun to uncontrollable cough and gag against his dirty briefs. 

“Man, imagine if I didn’t have these undies on. There’s no way you would survive that.” He laughs as he pulls his tight black briefs under his naked ass.

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“Jesus, what did you put in those eggs? I bet you put in some extra fiber didn’t you?” 

“I know I’m a gassy guy, but damn, this is way worse than normal.” 

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Everything is spinning around you and you’re having a hard time staying conscious. 

“Is it everything you hoped for faggot?” 

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You feel yourself slump further into his musky ass, no longer able to keep yourself upright. You can hear Gage laughing as everything fades to black. A final fart hits your nose as you finally lose consciousness. “Night night fag.” Gage lets your body hit the floor before leaving you there.

“Hey there, big boy.”

Speak of the devil. You looked over to see your “boyfriend” coming over to you, carrying a tray of food. He was also wearing that silly cowboy hat, that so many other guys were wearing. You have to admit, you did feel a little hungry and considered grabbing one of the nachos on his tray. He sat down next to you with a smile.

“Sorry I took a while. I was in the bathroom taking a pretty big dump, that coffee and eggs I had for breakfast just went right through me. But I got some food for us on the way back.”

Ugh, hearing that put you right off your appetite. You sighed and turned your head away. He just laughed.

“Aww, don’t be like that. Come here, I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed, looking back at him. It was that dam alluring smile he gave you that always somehow kept you coming back to him, every time you’d thought about leaving. You sighed and decided to lean in hoping for a nice surprise. Instead, you saw him lean to the side, pointing his jean cladded ass in your direction, and squeezed one eye.

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A small tuba sounding fart rang out from his ass. You didn’t even have time to react before the smell of beans and eggs hit your nose, causing you to react badly and waft it away. Your boyfriend just laughed, as if it was one of the funniest things ever.

“Oh man, you always fall for that doncha?”

See what you meant? His humour is just repulsive. You couldn’t take it anymore, you were sick of him, his farts, his over descriptions of his toilet habits, this rodeo and everything about him in general. You considered breaking the news to him now but couldn’t bring yourself to do it face to face, at least not yet. You’d do it as soon as you got home (considering he was your only ride back). You stood up and said you were going to get some ‘air’.

“Ok then, I’ll see you later. Also, if you’re going to use the bathroom, avoid stall 4 cause that was the one I used and hoooboy, it was a real stinker.”

That was the last thing you heard before he started sniggering and you walked away. You’d just about reached your limit. The question was, where would you go now. You looked around and noticed a free bench at the far end of the stadium where he wouldn’t be able to see you. You sat down and pulled out your phone to distract yourself from this silly show. You noticed that it was on low charge and sighed, wishing you’d charged it before you left.

You leaned back, but then stumbled, as you remembered that these stalls didn’t have any back rests. Before you could react, you tumbled over backwards and hit the ground bellow. You looked around and realised you were trapped under the stall, with a beam of light from the gap in the seat shining over you.

You were about to jump up and leave when suddenly, out of nowhere, four other guys sat upon the bench, blocking your way out. They all appeared to dress the same as your boyfriend, with jeans on and wearing those stupid hats. All you could now see was their tight asses sticking over the bench, directly above you.

“See boys, I told you would make it in time.”

“Yeah well, we would’ve made it sooner if we didn’t stop at that buffet.”

“Well, you know me boy, I love me some beans.”

You could only just hear their voices, but it was a little muffled. Yet, you couldn’t help noticing that one of their voices sounded somewhat familiar. You didn’t have time to worry about that though, as you had to figure a way out. You thought about asking them to move, but then realised you’d have to come up with an explanation to why you were there in the first place. You didn’t want to look like some kind of pervert. As you were thinking of an escape, you were bought to the attention of a certain noise that you were all too familiar with. A noise you really didn’t wish to hear right now.

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It had a low trombone sound. It was slightly muffled by his jeans, but it was the unmistakable sound of a fart from one of the cowboys above you. You heard the cowboy on the right laugh heartily as the smell began to hit your nose.

“Speaking of beans, you boys better hold onto your hats, because I’m about to get windier than a hurricane.”

You desperately wafted away the smell. This had to be the worst luck imaginable. You didn’t know how long the show was going to last, but you couldn’t stay here.

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Seriously? Another small blast, bassy came from the booty next to him, followed by his laughter as well. You were thankful that the sound, and somewhat smell, was at least muffled by their jeans. What were the chances of always being stuck close to flatulent maniacs like this?

“Now that’s some real southern wind right there.” It disgusted you that these men seemed to have no shame. They were no worse than your boyfriend. You continued to try and look for a way out, without disturbing them. As you were doing so, you heard a strange hissing noise. You weren’t sure where it was coming from, but didn’t care right now. That was before your nose was suddenly assaulted by a stench of rotten meat that made you halt in your tracks and actually cover your nose. From above, you could hear the others react to it and laugh as well as comment about it.

“And that’s why they call me the silent skunk.” The guy on the far left said gleefully. Whilst the others had been bad, this one was a little too much. You finally let out a cough, pretty loudly at that. There was a short silence, as you suddenly realised what you’d done.

“Well, well boys, lookie what we got here.” You turned your head up to see that all 4 of them were now looking down at you. You froze, unable to find the words of what to say.

“Some kind of perv trying to get a good look at our asses?” There was a fierce undertone in their voices that made you feel worried.

“Wait a god damm minute, I know you.” Said the one on the left, you looked over at him and recognised his face. A few weeks ago, your boyfriend had forcibly taken you down to a bar, where he began chatting with a few guys. There was this one guy he particularly got on with, which he started shamelessly having a fart competition with, to which a lot of the other bar guys cheered them on. His name was Robert, you think. The whole thing had disgusted you and was one of the reasons that you’d wanted to break up with him. You didn’t even care about when he'd told you he was going to the bathroom with that guy to play ‘battleshits’, whatever that was, it sounded gross. They could’ve hooked up for all you cared, as it would’ve saved you having to break up. But now here he was, directly above you… small world.

“This is the guy who was talking about breaking up with Jerry, for saying he farts too much.” Wait, had you told him that? You had gotten rather drunk, so maybe you rambled something to him at some point. “What’s the matter boy, scared of a little wind?”

“It’s alright, maybe you just need a whiff of some proper gas. How bout we give this boy a first-hand experience?” Your eyes shot open widely. They wouldn’t, would they? You then heard the others cheer and agree. Oh god, they would. Then, to your terror, all 4 of them began to pull down their jeans and pants, fully exposing their bare asses above you. Their fat, jiggling asses where now pointed directly above you, with nowhere for you to escape.

“This is what you get for trying to break Jerry’s heart. Come on boys, let’s get rooting TOOTING!” You quickly tried to cover your nose with your shirt, but it didn’t make that much difference, as each of their asses began blasting.

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Their asses roared as the show continued on for what felt like forever. You could hear them whooping and hollering, combined with them grunting and laughing at you. The stench of beans, eggs and rotten meat was getting trapped, entering your nostrils under the stands. You desperately tried to look for a way out, but the loud blasts coming from above you were distracting you from your thoughts of escape.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you heard the guys get up and pull up their jeans. They looked down at you, as you felt on the verge of passing out, smirking.

“Now that’s some payback. Phew, that smells worse than a manure field in the summer sun.” One of them said, smiling at you.

“Oh, and don’t think you’re off the hook yet, because I’m going to tell Jeremy the truth, something that I bet you were too scared to do. See you later fart boy.” Robert said, looking darkly at you. And with that, they all headed off, leaving you finally free to scramble out and gasp for air. You got a few strange looks from a few people walking by, but you didn’t care. You stumbled out to the entrance and looked at your phone. You’d received a text from Jeremy.

“I just got told from a friend that you wanted to dump me. If that’s really how you feel then fine, it’s over!! Good luck getting home.”

You couldn’t decide whether or not to feel thankful or not. On the one hand, you were relieved to be done with it. But, on the other hand, you kinda wished you’d gotten to do it when you got home, as you didn’t have any other means of transportation back. Still, at least that meant you didn’t have to worry about riding in the car with him whilst he farted it up, locked the windows and laughed at you as you’d gag (as he always would).

You figured your best option was to call an Uber home. Unfortunately, as you opened the app, that’s when your phone decided to die. Great, now what? You began to panic a bit, when suddenly a car pulled up to you in the car park. A guy then poked his head out the window, with a silly cowboy hat, asking if you needed a ride. There was something familiar about his voice, but you didn’t care, as you were rather desperate. You reluctantly agreed and climbed in. You looked around to see 2 other guys in the car. That’s when it hit you that they were the same guys who’d been farting above you in the stands just mere minutes ago. What were the chances?

“Boy, are we glad we ran into you? After your little breakup with poor Jeremy, Robert rode back home with him to cheer him up. I think he’ll make a way better boyfriend to him than you ever were. Apparently, they had a farting competition on the way back.” You cringed, wondering why that was important for him to mention.

“Yeah, but we felt kinda sad that we got to miss out on it. But now that you’re here, we figured you’d be the perfect person to judge our contest, considering you’re apparently pretty good at taking them point blank, according to Jeremy.” You gulped and realised the horrible mistake you’d made. You’d rather walk all the way back than this. You quickly tried to jiggle the door, but it was unfortunately locked.

“Haha, sorry bud, can’t let you go. Those beans we had earlier are still bubbling our guts up stronger than a volcano in erupting season.”

“Hey, maybe when we get back, he could judge our game of battleshits as well?” You felt your stomach drop in horror. It was bad enough trying to avoid the bathroom when only Jeremy was using it, but 3 people like him?

…. In this world, the competition for a decent Job that could keep you afloat and away from falling in debt was even more harsh than on earth. This led to many employees to accept otherwise crazy conditions in their jobs.

There was a certain Elite X Company who installed a system to encourage their salesmen to put in the extra effort in their job.

The company paid a base salary plus the percentage every salesman earned with their own efforts. An unbelievably favorable deal for anyone in this world and age. However, in order to guarantee their utmost performance the “Sales Rewards and Service Program” was installed.

The sales reward program rewarded the best sellers with benefits, bonuses and other privileges while also “encouraging” those that fell behind. 

This encouragement came in various ways depending on how you ranked, but the most notable one was the ‘Service Learning Program’ where the lowest sellers were temporarily given as assistants to the best ones as an additional reward for their performance. The serving seller then would use the opportunity to learn from his better, and thus be encouraged to do better.

But while they’re said to be assistants in a learning opportunity, the truth is these were more like punishments and treated almost as common servants or slaves, and were often asked by their colleagues to do humiliating tasks such as massaging their feet or serving as footstalls. They were even sometimes asked to serve as fart filters or urinals, depending on who they were assigned to.

However, only the worst seller actually had to be an actual Toilet Slave for the best seller.

The unlucky loser this time had been Charles, while the winner was a transfer from another branch of the company, Tristan.

…

He had just gotten to the company when Tristan called him. “The Boss said you’re gonna be shadowing me from now on, he also said that until the week is over you’re in charge of all my eh… ‘Hygienic necessities and comfort’, which ‘includes but is not limited to all of the users emissions’ ” He read from a document in his hand.

“It also says that I shouldn’t use the company’s installations since you’re my assigned ‘Waste Management Utility’ ” He huffed. “So, I guess you’re gonna be my Toilet and Fart Sniffer for the rest of week and I wanted us to get acquainted before that happens, but I’m really about to piss myself y’know? Mind if I take a leak real quick?” Charlie very much did mind, but he resignedly let Jonas lead him into the Toilets and made him knelt next to the urinals.

Charles’ stomach twisted as he knelt on the cold tile floor next to the urinals, the humiliation already burning his skin. Jhonnas stood towering over him, his dick and balls centimeters from his face as he felt the heat and smell radiating from them.

"Please," Charles whispered, voice cracking. "There’s gotta be another way”

"You signed the contract, Just like the rest of us, it’s as much my duty to use you as is your duty to be used by me, and I like this job." He tapped Charles' cheek with the tip of his flaccid dick.

Charles knelt, lips trembling and gut twisting in dread and anticipation. He knew there was no escape unless he resigned. But then, his career would be over. Even if he could somehow find another job, it wouldn’t be as well paid as this one, and it’d probably had similarly bad conditions.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t reluctant.

Tristan sighed, seemingly irked by the situation.

“Look man, you lost and now you're under my ass for a week, just cooperate and this will go over much more smoothly”. He said. "Now please open up. I’ve been holding it since the morning meeting when the boss told me you’d be my toilet and I couldn’t use the urinals." 

The groan that escaped Charles was raw, guttural. His hands clenched uselessly at his sides as he tilted his head back, mouth forced wide. The first hot, sour stream hit his tongue before he was ready, making him gag, urine dripping down his chin. He could feel it. 

“Damn” he heard someone at the next urinal say. Tristan sighed above him, shifting his stance.

"Don’t let it drip man, you’re going to smell and you’re staining the floor. Plus I don’t want my shoes to smell like urine. Here, I’ll help you" He took a step in and his cock was now fully in his mouth. 

“Close your lips around it so it doesn’t drip out, just think about it like a straw or something” He heard.

Of course, it was easy for him to say that, he didn’t have a dick peeing in his mouth. Still, Charles obeyed, and the bitter salt flooding his senses was overwhelming as his cheeks swelled with the taste of urine and he forgot to swallow, some of the yellow liquid streaming down his chin. 

He could now feel Tristan’s slight irritation, so with great effort he managed to push the warm liquid down his throat in a few big gulps. 

“You see? It wasn’t that bad” Tristan said, as he shook his dick in front of his face to get rid of the drops clinging to him. It seemed to be a reflex to him, as he barely even looked down at him. It had been. It had been that bad. And the worst part? This was just the start.

Charles’ mouth still burned with the acrid aftertaste as Tristan zipped up, leaving him kneeling in the rank puddle of his own shame. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting the tiled bathroom in a sterile glare that only made the humiliation sharper. The sharp scent of ammonia clung to his lips, his tongue swollen and heavy.

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Now in Tristan’s office, Charles knelt beside his chair, the lingering bitterness in his mouth nothing compared to what came next. 

Tristan originally had planned leaving Charles kneeling by the side of his chair, but then he remembered one of his colleagues that had used a Toilet Slave once said to him that when prepping one for his first use, he should first get his acquainted with his ass, weight and his emissions and that he should first use him as a chair beforehand. He planned to get Charles used to it today and maybe tomorrow before using him as a shitter for the first time, as he would need to do so at least once according to the contract.

Tristan had never had the privilege of breaking in a Toilet, so he decided to follow his friend’s advice. He felt a little uncomfortable being bare-assed in the office though. Even if it was technically a private one, he still had crystal walls so he decided not to take off his pants.

"I’m going to be sitting on you during my shift, like a chair, being a fart filter is one of the jobs underlined and it’s better to follow through so the boss doesn’t get mad anyway" Tristan said stiffly–It was partly true, the fart thing, not the chair thing though— lifting his hips and leaning back in his chair. Before Charles could react, a meaty hand clamped around the back of his neck, dragging him forward until his nose pressed against the straining fabric of Jhonnas’ slacks.

The musky heat of his ass radiated through the material, already thick with the promise of what was coming. Tristan didn’t bother unbuttoning his pants—just shifted his weight and sat, his full weight grinding Charles’ face into his clothed cheeks.

"Get acquainted I guess" he murmured, just as his phone rang. The first fart tore through the fabric hot and thick, flooding Charles’ nostrils with the dense, fermented stink of eggs, coffee and rotten meat. He jerked, but Tristan held him firm, his ass heavy enough to smother any escape. 

"Mm, yeah, I can pencil you in Thursday," Tristan said into the phone, voice smooth even as his ass clenched, forcing out another gurgling burst directly into Charles’ mouth and nose. He groaned, and Tristan put more of his weight like trying to silence him.

“Hold a second” He said to the phone and put a hand over the microphone, lifting his ass a little to see the man under “Hey Charles, could you be more quiet down there, I don’t want the clients noticing you please? ”

“You try doing it man” Charles said spitefully. He really wasn’t in the mood.

Tristan rolled his eyes, he was still a little sympathetic as he turned back to his call.

The taste seeped past his lips—sour, greasy and heavy— and his throat convulsed. By the third barrage, Charles’ eyes glistened with tears, his breathing reduced to shallow, panicked gasps between each humid wave of Tristan’s digestion.

The man above him chuckled, unbeknownst if it was because of something in the call or because he was enjoying himself. When the call ended, Tristan finally stood up, leaving Charles swaying on his knees, his face slick with sweat and the lingering reek of gut fumes.

"Lunchtime," Tristan announced, standing up and stretching. "Don’t eat anything. The instructions said you should limit yourself to ‘consuming only what the user provides during office hours’ and about you not being allowed to use the cafeteria facilities" He paused, looking down at Charles’ ashen face.

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Tristan ate carelessly and plentifully, seemingly not caring about the fate of his now Toilet. He could hold it until he got home, probably. Either way, he was entitled to a bigger and nicer bonus thanks to his achievements and he planned on taking advantage of it.

There was nothing refined about the way Tristan worked through his meal, carving through the thick meat in relentless bites.  

Charles watched, jaw tight, as butter dripped from a smashed-open baked potato onto Tristan’s plate, only to be scooped up and folded into the next forkful along with some meat. Coke fizzed as he took deep, satisfied gulps between mouthfuls, his free hand already reaching for another buttered roll.  

"Damn, that’s good," Tristan muttered, wiping his mouth with his napkin before diving back in. His stomach rounded slightly under his shirt, fabric straining just enough to hint at the pressure building inside. 

By the time the plate was clean with steak fat smeared across it, crumbs of bread and flecks of potato clinging to the edges. Tristan leaned back with a low groan. 

He patted his stomach, fingers pressing into swollen belly. "Fuck, I’m bursting,"

Charles' knuckles went white under the table. 

Before going back to the office, Tristan took Charles to the bathroom to take a leak again. Charles was admittedly relieved, as he thought maybe he would escape his fate for one day. Maybe Tristan’s gut schedule meant he didn’t shit in the office. Maybe he would only be an urinal, and that was okay by him at this point.

Then in the office, Tristan worked some more. Of course, sitting on Charles face as he typed in his computer and occasionally talked to some clients. Progressively though, the farts came more often, stealing Charles of the few fresh air and replacing it with hot bursts of sewage like fumes as the food Tristan just ingested traveled through his digestive system.

At least, until the dread time came, and shattered his hopes.

*Schlrrrppp!* A particularly wet and nasty fart made Charles choke as Tristan suddenly stood up from his chair.

“Hey man, I really gotta use the Toilet now”

“You mean, like, you have to pee?” Charles asked hopefully, already dreading the answer.

“No man, like, I really gotta take a shit now” Tristan said plainly “Come on man, I really cannot wait any more,” he said more urgently as he strutted towards the private toilet in his office.

Reluctantly Charles followed him to the Toilet room. Where Tristan was already waiting.

"Come on, I’m really bursting and cannot wait more" he grunted. “Lie down already”.

Charles did so with great reluctance, lying down on the cold floor as his face aligned with the squat toilet on the bathroom floor.

Tristan unbuttoned his slack and undo his belt, and the sound was nearly drowned out by the thick, bubbling growl of his gut.  

"Here we go," Tristan sighed, squatting and easing himself down as he pushed his pants down and placed his weight on Charles face, trying to align his asshole with his mouth as he did so.

Charles opened his mouth, and soon he had a pulsing hairy asshole comfortably between his lips.

*Pbtbtbtbtb!*

The first blast was rancid and hot of half-digested steak and garlic, a hot, gassy punch that flooded Charles’ mouth before he could even gag. He choked, shoulders jerking, but Tristan just braced his hands on his knees and pushed, letting loose a shuddering stream of thick, sour air.  

"ahhh" Tristan sighed, shifting his weight to squeeze out another wet, gurgling sputter.  

Charles’ eyes watered, his throat burning with bile and humiliation, but Tristan wasn’t done.

Tristan shifted, letting his slacks sag further down his hips—not for humiliation, not for cruelty, but because he was comfortable. Why shouldn’t he be? This was just a function, natural as breathing. He had been feeling a little guilty up until now, of having to use his coworker as a mere toilet, but at this critical moment where he needed relief he finally had come to terms with it.

Charles was a human being, yes. But right now, he was only his toilet, and he really needed to take a shit. So he would have to treat him like a toilet.

So, with great effort, Tristan grunted as he dumped the contents of his bowels on Charles’s own hot wet orifice. A big solid log sliding out of his arse and into Carles mouth.

He felt Charles buckle under him, retching and moving, but he pinned him down with his weight and held his legs from moving. The effort made Tristan’s gut loosen, and he really wanted to release another load, but he held to not choke Tristan. 

He had researched the internet while in his office, and people said that he needed to wait until the Toilet finished chewing before letting another load. But he was impatient. Especially after feeling Charles stilling under him, frozen as if Tristan wasn’t in a rush to continue.

“You have to chew, chew man. Or I guess chew Toilet Charles, otherwise you’ll feel sick of the stomach later. If you cannot chew it down in the next three minutes tops, I’ll continue and I swear I won’t stop just because you’re having another one of your freakouts” Tristan said, urged and irritated. “I swear I’ll push it down straight into your throat and stomach and not stop until I feel relieved” He said, and put a chronometer on his phone.

“Lick my arse when you are ready for the next mouthful”. He said, and let himself be more comfortable by resting more of his weight on his Toilet’s face-seat. Crushing Chalres painfully under his weight. Not like he cared anymore, the man was not cooperating, so he could be treated like a toilet.

Meanwhile, Charles had received a shock. The taste of Tristan’s shit was undescribable, pungent and acrid. Like garlic and onion and fat and rotten meat. It was warm like the man’s own guts, and it felt like a mockery of the food he had eaten. It overwhelmed Charles' senses, as his own body rejected the waste coming out of the other man’s body.

It didn’t care about the logic of his mind, or keeping his job, it was just so awful and degrading it triggered his own survival instincts.

He struggled with no purchase, and finally calmed when his body realized there was no escape.

It was then that Tristan lost his patience, and made his threat. Still struggling, Charles chewed through the monstrous log, releasing even more of the pungent taste and aroma until it felt as if it escaped through his nostrils as he swallowed bit by bit.

When he finally finished, and signaled Tristan by lapping at his ass and touching his cheeks.

“Fucking finally” He said and let his entrails loose.

The next mouthful was not easier than the first, and his body still retched trying to throw up, but he swallowed it with all his will. If there was a small mercy, it was that it wasn’t an as generous amount as the first had been. But the large man was still far from empty.

He did the same with the next dump, establishing into a routine, trying to disassociate. He felt Tristan push, his hole trembled and farted and let loose a fart or two as he pushed his waste onto Charles mouth, he chewed holding down his own retching instincts and swallowed down. Then, he lapped at

By the end Charles was shocked as a more liquid shit spayed with pressure into his mouth, little bits clinging everywhere as the intestinal acids of the Tristan burned his mouth, filling it to the brim with a hellish soup. At the very least, they were easier to swallow, and he swallowed two more before Tristan finally stopped.

Tristan hadn't paid him more attention after his initial outburst, and was staring at his phone. Charles felt he had finished though, but Tristan still grunted and pushed empty air as he made sure he was really empty.

Once he was sure, he told Charles to clean him. Charles obeyed the seemingly mild order after the deluge of horrors he had passed through recently, licking the other man’s ass as clean as he could.

Tristan then finally stood up and pulled up his pants. He looked down at the wrecked image of Charles, red and teary face and tongue stained brown and said “You can take a break, the day is almost over anyway. Go clean yourself, and I expect you tomorrow at my office at 8:00 A.M sharp”.

Before leaving the room he said. 

Eventually, you got to Jason's room where he swung open the door to see Brad lying on the bed, and it was easy to say that he was just as stunning as Jason. Beautiful alluring blue eyes, slick brown hair and cute body overall. Just like Jason, he was also only wearing a grey shirt and underwear. There was something that excited you about that.

"Hey man, this the guy you were talking about? Thank god, I was starting to get a little cramped. Come on get in and let's get started". Brad then stood up and got under the covers of the bed, lifting it up inviting you over. As you quickly stepped towards him, you noticed an almost musky smell in the air. You tried not to let it distract you, but it was certainly noticeable. It couldn't be coming from Jason or Brad could it? They were both just too cute. You got under the covers next to him, only for Jason to get on the other side. You were now sandwiched between them. It was all happening so fast, not that you would complain.

"So, dude, what do you have planned?" Jason asked, and you just looked over at Brad, anticipating his answer. Whatever you did with them would be ok with you.

"Well man, I got a few movies we can watch, some snacks we can have and other stuff too." That sounded like a pretty cool night to you, just hanging out with the hottest guys you knew.

"Nice, and now we've got this guy with us we can- Wait, hold on." Jason stopped in his sentence and squinted his left eye a little. You were a little confused by this when suddenly a sound filled the room.

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A short but unmistakable sound came from the left of you. It was muffled by the bed cover, but there wasn't any doubt in what it was. Did Jason really just pass gas like that in front of you? There was just something rather un-sexy about that, that made you feel a tiny bit less attracted to him. Brad seemed to have the same reaction.

"Awww, really dude, already?" You were a bit confused by what he meant by 'already'. Also, you couldn't help but notice a little smile on his face. Jason just shrugged, clearly uncaring.

"Better out than in." He snickered. You hoped this was just a little joke and wanted to move on from it, so you decided to play along with Brad, hoping it would calm him down.

"Yeah dude, really?" For some reason though, once you'd said this, Jason's facial expression changed. He looked at you with a look with a narrowing look in his eyes that you weren't sure you liked. You turned to Brad for help, only to see him smirking at you.

"What's the matter, can't handle a bit of gas?" You began to stutter now, worrying if you'd accidently insulted them. That would be a terrible start.

"Maybe he just needs a first hand whiff?" Jason said, and before you could ask what that meant, he lifted the bed cover. As soon as he did so, you were hit with an eggy stink that caused you to cough. You were about to ask if this was some weird joke when suddenly you felt a grip on your shoulders. You looked to see that both Brad and Jason had grabbed you and, before you could even question this, they forced you under the blanket and sealed the cover.

You looked around, now trapped under the bed cover. To your left was Jason's red underwear cladded ass, and to the right was Brad's. Now that you were under here, you noticed that Brad was right about his reaction, as Jason air biscuit did particularly stink, especially up close to the source. Another thing you could unfortunately smell was how musky both their asses smelt. It was an instant turn off for you when compared to how they looked. You were surprised how much room there was and how your entire body was able to fit underneath. Perhaps you were just relatively small?

Was this some sort of sick joke? If so, you weren't laughing at all. If this is how they were going to treat you, then you were going to leave. No sleepover was worth this, not even with them. You tried to crawl out through the top of the cover, but no matter how much you tried to push against it, it wouldn't budge. They must be blocking it. You then tried to crawl out the bottom, but they were using their feet to keep that blocked as well. You looked back up and decided to call out.

"What's the meaning of this? Let me out!" You cried out, only to be met with a snigger.

"That sucks dude, is it cramped down there? Don't worry, I'll give you some AIR." You heard, what sounded like, Brad call out to you, only for Jason to laugh. It was a little hard to tell, as there voices were muffled. You wondered what he meant by that, when to your horror, you saw Brad lower half tilt to the side, his ass now pointing at you.

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It wasn't muffled by the blanket this time, and you got a full blast of the sound and smell. It was disgustingly meaty, something you never expected to come out of a guy as sexy as him. The worst part was that the smell was seeping out very slowly, leaving you forced to breath in most of it. You thrashed as hard as hard as you could at the cover trying to get out, but it wouldn't budge. They must've been pretty strong.

"Haha, hope that's better, now stay down there loser. This sleepover's only for real guys." Jason called out to you. You couldn't believe this had they really tricked you like that? Surely they couldn't keep you down here all night, could they?

You then heard what sounded like the TV switching and the both of them starting to watch a movie. You tried again, to push at the covers, desperately wanting to escape, but to no avail.

"Man, do you here all that noise coming from under the covers?" Jason asked Brad sarcastically.

"Oh yeah dude, I do. It's probably just me. You know what Chilli does to me." He then leaned over to the side again, much to your terror and effortlessly let out a...

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You coughed violently. That explained the meaty stink. They both then laughed again, before getting back to watching the movie. You didn't know what movie it was, but it sounded like some generic action film, with all the gunshots. It was best not to distract them, in case they farted on you again. It would be safer to just try and breath through your mouth until this was all over.

The movie was sadly longer than you hoped. Throughout it, you could here both of them talking and giggling with each other, acting as if you weren't there. They would also lean to the side, occasionally letting out burst of flatulence, making the atmosphere under the bed thicker.

As the film went on, you (unwillingly) learnt something about them both. Brad's farts were more airy and sounded like out of tune brass instruments. There was a strong stench of rotting meat from each of them, making sense as he did say he'd eaten chilli earlier. Jason's however, were more wet and sloppy, sounding like a broken lawnmower or a chainsaw. They certainly had the power of one. They also had a strong eggy scent that was making it difficult for you not to gag. To put it lightly this was torture.

You also couldn't believe that the 2 hottest guys in school were acting like this, as well as having gas that smelt this bad. Shamelessly farting around someone and laughing about it. If only everyone at school knew about this.

Eventually, it sounded as though the movie came to an end, as you could here the credits rolling. Thank goodness, hopefully that meant this would be over soon.

"Meh, not a great movie. What did you think dude?" You heard Brad ask Jason.

"You know what I thought?" Asked Jason, leaning to the side, much to your dismay.

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They both laughed as you coughed and tried to waft the eggy stench away, which was very difficult to do.

"Damm bro, not bad, but it ain't nothing compared to my chilli gas." Brad said, almost smugly.

"What do you mean dude? My farts smell way worse than yours, thanks to the poached eggs I had today." Jason sounded almost a little annoyed by this.

"Nah man, chilli gives you some pretty rank farts, way ranker than yours."

"Nah, dude eggy ones are the worst." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Where they seriously arguing over the stink of their revolting flatulence?

"Chilli is the worst." Brad stated

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He leaned to the side, letting out a meaty fart in your face.

Nah man, eggs are." Jason retaliated, also leaning to the side

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A sloppy fart came from the other side, also hitting you in the face.

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The combining cocktail of a stink was a little too much for you, as well as the strong wind filling up the tiny amount of oxygen left under the cover. To make it worse, the stench had caused the gel in your hair to wilt and flop down over your forrid. All that money you'd spent on it, wasted. You wondered how much longer this would go, when suddenly you heard Brad interrupt the argument to say something.

"I know, why don't we ask butt boy down there? He's got a first hand, or nose, experience with our farts." Jason calmed down and agreed with him. You then saw a flood of light as the covers were slightly lifted, letting a the stink out to your relief (well, a bit anyway). You felt like making a run for it, but both of them had slid their thighs together, holding you in place.

"Hey ass face, can you just tell him that my farts are worse so we can settle this?" Brad asked. Jason gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah man, just settle this, and maybe we might let you go." Jason said, looking back at you with a suspicious smile. You didn't have enough energy to try and argue so you quickly tried to come up with an answer. It was a hard choice, that you didn't even want to make. But eventually, you decided on Jason, as you had always hated the smell of eggs anyway. Brad looked pissed off whilst Jason cheered in celebration.

"There, I answered, now let me go." Brad looked down at you, quickly recovering and smiling again.

"Sure, but first, answer me this question. Do you know what's better than a Canadian microwave?" You were a bit confused and tried to think of an answer. Unfortunately Brad, beat you to it. "A Dutch oven!" He proudly exclaimed before you saw him grunt and lean to the side again.

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Once he was finished, he quickly sealed the covers, trapping you in again with the smell. You could here both the boys laughing meanly at your expense. It was so outstanding to you how they both seemed to relish in your suffering. Was this really how you would be spending the night, trapped with these repulsive fart machines? How could you have let this happen to yourself?

"Nice one dude, and hey, don't feel bad man. For what it's worth, you're still a pretty great farter." You heard Jason say, which disgusted you. How could anyone be a good farter?

"You really mean?" Brad responded, now sounding like he'd cheered up.

"Yeah, you remember last taco Tuesday at school, where we had that farting competition in the janitors closet? You were awesome at that."

"Oh yeah dude, that was awesome. We even made the wallpaper peel." They both laughed again amongst themselves and even sounded like they high-fived. You remembered that severely. They had to close off that room for a week so they could fumigate and repaint it. It was blamed on a gas leak, but you never in a million years would've guessed it was their fault.

"Hey man, you wanna play a videogame? I want to play the one that let's me use my favourite attack: The blaster." Jason said, before leaning to the side and ripping an eggy blast of his own, which caused you to cough.

"Nah man, I've got a better game we could play." You didn't like the sound of mischief in Brads voice there. You then heard what sounded like him rustling around and reaching for something, his ass pointed towards you again. He may not have farted again, but the smell of farts and musk that clung to his underwear was bad enough. He then leaned back and said something to Jason that you couldn't make out. It most likely wasn't good though, as you heard Jason snicker and mutter something like: "Good idea man."

As you were puzzled by this, you saw the blanket lift for the light to hit you again. There faces were staring down at you, Jason's was rather mean, whilst Brad's was more subtle and contempt.

"Hey man, sorry about that Dutch oven joke, it was a bit mean." Brad said in a voice that didn't sound all that sorry. "But listen, we're willing to give you a chance to leave if you can beat our little game." Your eyes narrowed, confused. You could've tried escaping from this hell pit again, but your head was too woozy from all the stench.

"Yeah dude, we've got some snacks here, and we want you to guess what they are." That didn't sound too bad. Where they going to describe them to you in some way... "Through sniffing our farts." Jason said, his mean smile still glowing.

Oh no, no way. It was bad enough being forced to sniff them whilst trying to breath as little as possible, but doing it willingly?! That seemed like an idea of torture, let alone a simple game. "Absolutely *cough* not." You were expecting them to be upset or angry with you, but instead they seemed to shrug if off.

"Alright dude, your choice. If you wanna stay under there, it's your choice. Although that means that you'll just have to stay there all night." Brad said nonchalantly, which sent a chill down your spine.

"Yeah dude, we were going to eat this stuff anyway. And believe us, when we're stocked up on snacks, we can fart all night long." Jason giggled. They couldn't be serious could they? Though honestly, you wouldn't be shocked. But being stuck with them all night would be way worse than having to put up with this for a few more minutes, you hopped.

"Fine, let's just get this over with." You yelled reluctantly.

"That's the spirit dude, and don't worry, this food's extra greasy. So you should be able to recognise the smell. And don't worry, for every guess you get wrong, we'll give you another dosage to guess again." Brad said laughing with Jason, sealing the covers again. You shivered again, despite the warmth in the 'air'. You then heard them both opening boxes of something, and began to munch. You hoped they were fast eaters.

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A trumpeting blast, came from Brad's ass, as you noticed he'd tilted over. You took a mental breath, and leaned over to sniff it. As expected, it was appalling and made you gag fiercely. However, it still had the same meaty smell as before, so that must've meant he was eating more chilli.

"*Cough gag* Chilli. Are you eating more chilli." You begged to be right.

"Huh, oh that one didn't count, it just slipped out." Brad snickered, with his mouth sounding half full. What, you smelled those rancid fumes for nothing?

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A sloppy sounding fart now came from your right, giving off Jason's paint peeling pong.

"Yeah, that one slipped out as well. But enjoy that as a parting gift to my signature eggy smell. Hahaha." Jason mocked you, also with his mouth half full. You didn't think you could go on much longer before passing out. If it weren't for the little gap in the covers, you probably would've done ages ago.

Finally, after a few minutes of you laying there in their stinky, fomented funk, you could here what sounded like them shuffling around a bit. You prayed that meant they were done.

"Alright man, I think we're ready to get started." Brad said, just loud enough for to hear him.

"Yeah, but first, why don't we make things a little easier for our little judge?" You wondered what Jason meant by that, when you noticed them both dip their hands under the sheets. You were a little confused until you saw that they were pulling off their underwear, exposing their bear asses at you. Any other day, seeing the hottest guys in school expose their bear asses to you would've been a dream come true, but now it was an utter nightmare.

As soon as they pulled them off, the remaining, festering farts that were trapped in there wafted into you face. You continued to cough as they both snickered at your 'response'.

You were now forced to get a good look at both of their posteriors. Brads was clean shaven and smooth, yet his cheeks still stuck out like a sore thumb. Jason's was around the same size, yet his was more hairy and unkempt, with a greasy, unwashed linger that made you turn your head away (not that that did any good).

"Right, I'll go first. You wanna start the show?" Brad asked, sticking his hand under the blanket and pointed his finger at you, expecting you to pull it. You reluctantly did so.

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A tuba like blast filled the covers, combined with a sickeningly cheesy smell. A far cry from the previous rotten meat stench. You physically gagged as you forced yourself to breath it in and try to figure out the mystery food. Seeing how it was cheesy, you tried to go for the obvious.

"Cheese pizza?" You begged to be right.

"Wrong! Try again." Brad stated, before leaning to the side and letting out and releasing another bassy fart. You cringed as you took another whiff of the horrid miasma.

"Cheese flavoured chips?"

"Yeah, but what brand?" Seriously? Did that even matter? Clearly to him it did, as Brad let out yet another trumpet-like blast at you. You panicked and quickly said the first brand that came to your head.

"Morritos?"

"Yeah, well done, those things do give me some pretty rank gas." The boys chuckled, but you didn't care. That meant it was over.

"Great, I guessed it. Now let me go."

"Not yet ass face, you still haven't guessed what I ate." Jason said, which filled you with dread. Had they both not eaten the same thing? Jason now stuck his hand under the blanket and stuck his finger towards you. "Care to do the honours?" You didn't, but what choice did you have. You reached out and tugged on it.

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An eruption the sound of a faulty vehicle engine, rocketed against your face. There was a more greasy, meaty stink about this one. You tried not to think about it any longer than you had to, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"*Gag* Chicken?"

"Ooh, he's good. But what kind of chicken." Jason asked, before ripping another sloppy, chainsaw sounding fart. Your mind raced, before giving a hasty answer.

"Fried?"

"Correctamondo, this guy's not bad?" Jason snickered. You didn't care though, now you could be out of here.

"Ok, I played your disgusting game. Now let me out."

"Aww, yeah dude, we would, but I'm just feeling too tired to get out of bed." Brad retaliated, which made your stomach drop in fear.

"Yeah man, I think I'll call it a night." But- but- they couldn't leave you in here, could they?

"But hey dude, as a thanks, let us blow you a good night kiss." A kiss, from them? You supposed that would be nice.

"Yeah, with our butts." There was the catch. You tried one last time to thrash out and escape, but it was still no use.

"Nighty night fart face." Jason called out to you, and before you could do anything else, you heard them both grunt, sealing your fate.

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The onslaught of bassy, airy and wet flatulence from both ends was just too much. The sound was deafening and rattled through your skull. The combined stench of cheese, meat and leftover eggs was filling your nasal area and completely taking over your oxygen intake. To make it worse, you could hear guffawing laughter from the 2 giants and they turned the underblanket into a gas chamber. This was the last thing you heard before you finally passed out.

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You woke up slowly, your eyes blinking and looking around. You were still under the covers, but now there were seeps of light around you. Was it morning? Had you made it through the entire night. Hopefully that mean you could finally go. They had no reason to keep you round any longer. You looked around to see them both lying on their sides, their asses still pointing at you. Their fomented musk and flatulence was still lingering under the sheets, but at least it smelt like most of it had seeped out. It sounded like they were both snoring. Now was your chance to get away. Unfortunately, as you were about to push against the blanket, they both stirred and awoke at the same time. What an annoying coincidence.

"Yo man, you awake?" Jason called out to Brad.

"Yeah man, whoo, what a night. We gotta do this again sometime." Brad whooped. Absolutely not, at least not with you anyway. But hopefully, now they were awake, you can finally leave.

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A tuba like sound rung out from Brads ass, giving you another scent of his new cheesy stink. However, this one had a new combination that smelled almost like shit.

"Ah, morning thunder, am I right?" Brad giggled.

"Absolutely man." Jason retaliated, before letting out his own 'quaker'.

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This one also had a strong scent of crap to it that made you shiver. Then, to your relief, they both finally seemed to lift up the covers and get out of the bed. With zero hesitation, you scrambled out onto the floor and began to gulp in the clean air. Admittedly, it was still very musky and lingering with farts, but it was a hell of a lot better than being under there.

From the left, you could hear Jason and Brad laughing at you, as they pulled their underwear back up. They weren't even putting on clean pairs, just the same ones they had on last night, which were dirty. Did these 2 seriously not care about hygiene at all?

"Thanks for coming over dude, we'll see you next week for some more fun." Brad said, whilst grinning at you.

"Yeah man, we've got loads more games we can play, and more snacks for you to sniff out, haha." Jason laughed at you. But you'd finally had enough, there was no way you could do that again.

"Absolutely not, I used to think you 2 were the hottest guys in school, but now I realise you're nothing more than disgusting, farting, unwashed slobs. Just wait till everyone at school finds out, no one will ever want to hang out with you again." You firmly said, although it was a little hard to focus with your eyes still watering.

For some reason, instead of getting angry at you, they both just snickered with each other. You were confused about this, until Brad turned around and grabbed his phone from the side of the bed.

"If you say so man, but if you said no, it would be a shame for these pics to end up online." He held up his phone for you to see and your jaw dropped. It was pictures of your face pressed up against their asses, along with a few videos of them farting on you, complete with their mean laughter and comments heard in the background. They must've taken them whilst you were unconscious.

Would they really be willing to blackmail you like this? You couldn't believe that. There was no way those could go online, your reputation would be over.

"Please don't post those, I'll do whatever you want, I'll come back next week." You pleaded, which caused them to smile.

"That's better dude, now go home. I gotta take my morning dump and, after all those snacks, it's gonna be a pipe clogger." Brad said smirking, making you physically cringe.

"Same man, you wanna play battleshits?" Jason turned to Brad with the same smirk.

"You know it bro." He responded, and they both high-fived whilst laughing disgustingly. The conversation disgusted you and you wanted to get as far away from these 2 as you could, at least until they called you back. You began to make your way out the room, before Jason called out to you.

"Hey dude, one last thing." You turned around to see Jason with his hand clasped around his ass before letting a hollow fart ring out into it.

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He then threw the trapped air in your direction, and it instantly hit you like a truck. As you coughed and gagged some more, they both laughed at you one last time.

"Just a little FARTING gift." That was the last thing you heard before you bolted out the door, out the house and headed home.

As you made your way back to the house, you found yourself wondering how could you have ever been attracted to such flatulent bullies. You desperately wanted not to return to that torture pit. But then again, you felt yourself shiver at the realisation of what would happen if you dared to defy them. You sighed defeated, and the worst part was that you'd never get the smell out of your clothes.

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An awesome premise from @stinkyboiii

Eventually, you got to Jason's room where he swung open the door to see Brad lying on the bed, and it was easy to say that he was just as stunning as Jason. Beautiful alluring blue eyes, slick brown hair and cute body overall. Just like Jason, he was also only wearing a grey shirt and underwear. There was something that excited you about that.

"Hey man, this the guy you were talking about? Thank god, I was starting to get a little cramped. Come on get in and let's get started". Brad then stood up and got under the covers of the bed, lifting it up inviting you over. As you quickly stepped towards him, you noticed an almost musky smell in the air. You tried not to let it distract you, but it was certainly noticeable. It couldn't be coming from Jason or Brad could it? They were both just too cute. You got under the covers next to him, only for Jason to get on the other side. You were now sandwiched between them. It was all happening so fast, not that you would complain.

"So, dude, what do you have planned?" Jason asked, and you just looked over at Brad, anticipating his answer. Whatever you did with them would be ok with you.

"Well man, I got a few movies we can watch, some snacks we can have and other stuff too." That sounded like a pretty cool night to you, just hanging out with the hottest guys you knew.

"Nice, and now we've got this guy with us we can- Wait, hold on." Jason stopped in his sentence and squinted his left eye a little. You were a little confused by this when suddenly a sound filled the room.

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A short but unmistakable sound came from the left of you. It was muffled by the bed cover, but there wasn't any doubt in what it was. Did Jason really just pass gas like that in front of you? There was just something rather un-sexy about that, that made you feel a tiny bit less attracted to him. Brad seemed to have the same reaction.

"Awww, really dude, already?" You were a bit confused by what he meant by 'already'. Also, you couldn't help but notice a little smile on his face. Jason just shrugged, clearly uncaring.

"Better out than in." He snickered. You hoped this was just a little joke and wanted to move on from it, so you decided to play along with Brad, hoping it would calm him down.

"Yeah dude, really?" For some reason though, once you'd said this, Jason's facial expression changed. He looked at you with a look with a narrowing look in his eyes that you weren't sure you liked. You turned to Brad for help, only to see him smirking at you.

"What's the matter, can't handle a bit of gas?" You began to stutter now, worrying if you'd accidently insulted them. That would be a terrible start.

"Maybe he just needs a first hand whiff?" Jason said, and before you could ask what that meant, he lifted the bed cover. As soon as he did so, you were hit with an eggy stink that caused you to cough. You were about to ask if this was some weird joke when suddenly you felt a grip on your shoulders. You looked to see that both Brad and Jason had grabbed you and, before you could even question this, they forced you under the blanket and sealed the cover.

You looked around, now trapped under the bed cover. To your left was Jason's red underwear cladded ass, and to the right was Brad's. Now that you were under here, you noticed that Brad was right about his reaction, as Jason air biscuit did particularly stink, especially up close to the source. Another thing you could unfortunately smell was how musky both their asses smelt. It was an instant turn off for you when compared to how they looked. You were surprised how much room there was and how your entire body was able to fit underneath. Perhaps you were just relatively small?

Was this some sort of sick joke? If so, you weren't laughing at all. If this is how they were going to treat you, then you were going to leave. No sleepover was worth this, not even with them. You tried to crawl out through the top of the cover, but no matter how much you tried to push against it, it wouldn't budge. They must be blocking it. You then tried to crawl out the bottom, but they were using their feet to keep that blocked as well. You looked back up and decided to call out.

"What's the meaning of this? Let me out!" You cried out, only to be met with a snigger.

"That sucks dude, is it cramped down there? Don't worry, I'll give you some AIR." You heard, what sounded like, Brad call out to you, only for Jason to laugh. It was a little hard to tell, as there voices were muffled. You wondered what he meant by that, when to your horror, you saw Brad lower half tilt to the side, his ass now pointing at you.

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It wasn't muffled by the blanket this time, and you got a full blast of the sound and smell. It was disgustingly meaty, something you never expected to come out of a guy as sexy as him. The worst part was that the smell was seeping out very slowly, leaving you forced to breath in most of it. You thrashed as hard as hard as you could at the cover trying to get out, but it wouldn't budge. They must've been pretty strong.

"Haha, hope that's better, now stay down there loser. This sleepover's only for real guys." Jason called out to you. You couldn't believe this had they really tricked you like that? Surely they couldn't keep you down here all night, could they?

You then heard what sounded like the TV switching and the both of them starting to watch a movie. You tried again, to push at the covers, desperately wanting to escape, but to no avail.

"Man, do you here all that noise coming from under the covers?" Jason asked Brad sarcastically.

"Oh yeah dude, I do. It's probably just me. You know what Chilli does to me." He then leaned over to the side again, much to your terror and effortlessly let out a...

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You coughed violently. That explained the meaty stink. They both then laughed again, before getting back to watching the movie. You didn't know what movie it was, but it sounded like some generic action film, with all the gunshots. It was best not to distract them, in case they farted on you again. It would be safer to just try and breath through your mouth until this was all over.

The movie was sadly longer than you hoped. Throughout it, you could here both of them talking and giggling with each other, acting as if you weren't there. They would also lean to the side, occasionally letting out burst of flatulence, making the atmosphere under the bed thicker.

As the film went on, you (unwillingly) learnt something about them both. Brad's farts were more airy and sounded like out of tune brass instruments. There was a strong stench of rotting meat from each of them, making sense as he did say he'd eaten chilli earlier. Jason's however, were more wet and sloppy, sounding like a broken lawnmower or a chainsaw. They certainly had the power of one. They also had a strong eggy scent that was making it difficult for you not to gag. To put it lightly this was torture.

You also couldn't believe that the 2 hottest guys in school were acting like this, as well as having gas that smelt this bad. Shamelessly farting around someone and laughing about it. If only everyone at school knew about this.

Eventually, it sounded as though the movie came to an end, as you could here the credits rolling. Thank goodness, hopefully that meant this would be over soon.

"Meh, not a great movie. What did you think dude?" You heard Brad ask Jason.

"You know what I thought?" Asked Jason, leaning to the side, much to your dismay.

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They both laughed as you coughed and tried to waft the eggy stench away, which was very difficult to do.

"Damm bro, not bad, but it ain't nothing compared to my chilli gas." Brad said, almost smugly.

"What do you mean dude? My farts smell way worse than yours, thanks to the poached eggs I had today." Jason sounded almost a little annoyed by this.

"Nah man, chilli gives you some pretty rank farts, way ranker than yours."

"Nah, dude eggy ones are the worst." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Where they seriously arguing over the stink of their revolting flatulence?

"Chilli is the worst." Brad stated

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He leaned to the side, letting out a meaty fart in your face.

Nah man, eggs are." Jason retaliated, also leaning to the side

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A sloppy fart came from the other side, also hitting you in the face.

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The combining cocktail of a stink was a little too much for you, as well as the strong wind filling up the tiny amount of oxygen left under the cover. To make it worse, the stench had caused the gel in your hair to wilt and flop down over your forrid. All that money you'd spent on it, wasted. You wondered how much longer this would go, when suddenly you heard Brad interrupt the argument to say something.

"I know, why don't we ask butt boy down there? He's got a first hand, or nose, experience with our farts." Jason calmed down and agreed with him. You then saw a flood of light as the covers were slightly lifted, letting a the stink out to your relief (well, a bit anyway). You felt like making a run for it, but both of them had slid their thighs together, holding you in place.

"Hey ass face, can you just tell him that my farts are worse so we can settle this?" Brad asked. Jason gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah man, just settle this, and maybe we might let you go." Jason said, looking back at you with a suspicious smile. You didn't have enough energy to try and argue so you quickly tried to come up with an answer. It was a hard choice, that you didn't even want to make. But eventually, you decided on Jason, as you had always hated the smell of eggs anyway. Brad looked pissed off whilst Jason cheered in celebration.

"There, I answered, now let me go." Brad looked down at you, quickly recovering and smiling again.

"Sure, but first, answer me this question. Do you know what's better than a Canadian microwave?" You were a bit confused and tried to think of an answer. Unfortunately Brad, beat you to it. "A Dutch oven!" He proudly exclaimed before you saw him grunt and lean to the side again.

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Once he was finished, he quickly sealed the covers, trapping you in again with the smell. You could here both the boys laughing meanly at your expense. It was so outstanding to you how they both seemed to relish in your suffering. Was this really how you would be spending the night, trapped with these repulsive fart machines? How could you have let this happen to yourself?

"Nice one dude, and hey, don't feel bad man. For what it's worth, you're still a pretty great farter." You heard Jason say, which disgusted you. How could anyone be a good farter?

"You really mean?" Brad responded, now sounding like he'd cheered up.

"Yeah, you remember last taco Tuesday at school, where we had that farting competition in the janitors closet? You were awesome at that."

"Oh yeah dude, that was awesome. We even made the wallpaper peel." They both laughed again amongst themselves and even sounded like they high-fived. You remembered that severely. They had to close off that room for a week so they could fumigate and repaint it. It was blamed on a gas leak, but you never in a million years would've guessed it was their fault.

"Hey man, you wanna play a videogame? I want to play the one that let's me use my favourite attack: The blaster." Jason said, before leaning to the side and ripping an eggy blast of his own, which caused you to cough.

"Nah man, I've got a better game we could play." You didn't like the sound of mischief in Brads voice there. You then heard what sounded like him rustling around and reaching for something, his ass pointed towards you again. He may not have farted again, but the smell of farts and musk that clung to his underwear was bad enough. He then leaned back and said something to Jason that you couldn't make out. It most likely wasn't good though, as you heard Jason snicker and mutter something like: "Good idea man."

As you were puzzled by this, you saw the blanket lift for the light to hit you again. There faces were staring down at you, Jason's was rather mean, whilst Brad's was more subtle and contempt.

"Hey man, sorry about that Dutch oven joke, it was a bit mean." Brad said in a voice that didn't sound all that sorry. "But listen, we're willing to give you a chance to leave if you can beat our little game." Your eyes narrowed, confused. You could've tried escaping from this hell pit again, but your head was too woozy from all the stench.

"Yeah dude, we've got some snacks here, and we want you to guess what they are." That didn't sound too bad. Where they going to describe them to you in some way... "Through sniffing our farts." Jason said, his mean smile still glowing.

Oh no, no way. It was bad enough being forced to sniff them whilst trying to breath as little as possible, but doing it willingly?! That seemed like an idea of torture, let alone a simple game. "Absolutely *cough* not." You were expecting them to be upset or angry with you, but instead they seemed to shrug if off.

"Alright dude, your choice. If you wanna stay under there, it's your choice. Although that means that you'll just have to stay there all night." Brad said nonchalantly, which sent a chill down your spine.

"Yeah dude, we were going to eat this stuff anyway. And believe us, when we're stocked up on snacks, we can fart all night long." Jason giggled. They couldn't be serious could they? Though honestly, you wouldn't be shocked. But being stuck with them all night would be way worse than having to put up with this for a few more minutes, you hopped.

"Fine, let's just get this over with." You yelled reluctantly.

"That's the spirit dude, and don't worry, this food's extra greasy. So you should be able to recognise the smell. And don't worry, for every guess you get wrong, we'll give you another dosage to guess again." Brad said laughing with Jason, sealing the covers again. You shivered again, despite the warmth in the 'air'. You then heard them both opening boxes of something, and began to munch. You hoped they were fast eaters.

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A trumpeting blast, came from Brad's ass, as you noticed he'd tilted over. You took a mental breath, and leaned over to sniff it. As expected, it was appalling and made you gag fiercely. However, it still had the same meaty smell as before, so that must've meant he was eating more chilli.

"*Cough gag* Chilli. Are you eating more chilli." You begged to be right.

"Huh, oh that one didn't count, it just slipped out." Brad snickered, with his mouth sounding half full. What, you smelled those rancid fumes for nothing?

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A sloppy sounding fart now came from your right, giving off Jason's paint peeling pong.

"Yeah, that one slipped out as well. But enjoy that as a parting gift to my signature eggy smell. Hahaha." Jason mocked you, also with his mouth half full. You didn't think you could go on much longer before passing out. If it weren't for the little gap in the covers, you probably would've done ages ago.

Finally, after a few minutes of you laying there in their stinky, fomented funk, you could here what sounded like them shuffling around a bit. You prayed that meant they were done.

"Alright man, I think we're ready to get started." Brad said, just loud enough for to hear him.

"Yeah, but first, why don't we make things a little easier for our little judge?" You wondered what Jason meant by that, when you noticed them both dip their hands under the sheets. You were a little confused until you saw that they were pulling off their underwear, exposing their bear asses at you. Any other day, seeing the hottest guys in school expose their bear asses to you would've been a dream come true, but now it was an utter nightmare.

As soon as they pulled them off, the remaining, festering farts that were trapped in there wafted into you face. You continued to cough as they both snickered at your 'response'.

You were now forced to get a good look at both of their posteriors. Brads was clean shaven and smooth, yet his cheeks still stuck out like a sore thumb. Jason's was around the same size, yet his was more hairy and unkempt, with a greasy, unwashed linger that made you turn your head away (not that that did any good).

"Right, I'll go first. You wanna start the show?" Brad asked, sticking his hand under the blanket and pointed his finger at you, expecting you to pull it. You reluctantly did so.

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A tuba like blast filled the covers, combined with a sickeningly cheesy smell. A far cry from the previous rotten meat stench. You physically gagged as you forced yourself to breath it in and try to figure out the mystery food. Seeing how it was cheesy, you tried to go for the obvious.

"Cheese pizza?" You begged to be right.

"Wrong! Try again." Brad stated, before leaning to the side and letting out and releasing another bassy fart. You cringed as you took another whiff of the horrid miasma.

"Cheese flavoured chips?"

"Yeah, but what brand?" Seriously? Did that even matter? Clearly to him it did, as Brad let out yet another trumpet-like blast at you. You panicked and quickly said the first brand that came to your head.

"Morritos?"

"Yeah, well done, those things do give me some pretty rank gas." The boys chuckled, but you didn't care. That meant it was over.

"Great, I guessed it. Now let me go."

"Not yet ass face, you still haven't guessed what I ate." Jason said, which filled you with dread. Had they both not eaten the same thing? Jason now stuck his hand under the blanket and stuck his finger towards you. "Care to do the honours?" You didn't, but what choice did you have. You reached out and tugged on it.

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An eruption the sound of a faulty vehicle engine, rocketed against your face. There was a more greasy, meaty stink about this one. You tried not to think about it any longer than you had to, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"*Gag* Chicken?"

"Ooh, he's good. But what kind of chicken." Jason asked, before ripping another sloppy, chainsaw sounding fart. Your mind raced, before giving a hasty answer.

"Fried?"

"Correctamondo, this guy's not bad?" Jason snickered. You didn't care though, now you could be out of here.

"Ok, I played your disgusting game. Now let me out."

"Aww, yeah dude, we would, but I'm just feeling too tired to get out of bed." Brad retaliated, which made your stomach drop in fear.

"Yeah man, I think I'll call it a night." But- but- they couldn't leave you in here, could they?

"But hey dude, as a thanks, let us blow you a good night kiss." A kiss, from them? You supposed that would be nice.

"Yeah, with our butts." There was the catch. You tried one last time to thrash out and escape, but it was still no use.

"Nighty night fart face." Jason called out to you, and before you could do anything else, you heard them both grunt, sealing your fate.

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The onslaught of bassy, airy and wet flatulence from both ends was just too much. The sound was deafening and rattled through your skull. The combined stench of cheese, meat and leftover eggs was filling your nasal area and completely taking over your oxygen intake. To make it worse, you could hear guffawing laughter from the 2 giants and they turned the underblanket into a gas chamber. This was the last thing you heard before you finally passed out.

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You woke up slowly, your eyes blinking and looking around. You were still under the covers, but now there were seeps of light around you. Was it morning? Had you made it through the entire night. Hopefully that mean you could finally go. They had no reason to keep you round any longer. You looked around to see them both lying on their sides, their asses still pointing at you. Their fomented musk and flatulence was still lingering under the sheets, but at least it smelt like most of it had seeped out. It sounded like they were both snoring. Now was your chance to get away. Unfortunately, as you were about to push against the blanket, they both stirred and awoke at the same time. What an annoying coincidence.

"Yo man, you awake?" Jason called out to Brad.

"Yeah man, whoo, what a night. We gotta do this again sometime." Brad whooped. Absolutely not, at least not with you anyway. But hopefully, now they were awake, you can finally leave.

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A tuba like sound rung out from Brads ass, giving you another scent of his new cheesy stink. However, this one had a new combination that smelled almost like shit.

"Ah, morning thunder, am I right?" Brad giggled.

"Absolutely man." Jason retaliated, before letting out his own 'quaker'.

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This one also had a strong scent of crap to it that made you shiver. Then, to your relief, they both finally seemed to lift up the covers and get out of the bed. With zero hesitation, you scrambled out onto the floor and began to gulp in the clean air. Admittedly, it was still very musky and lingering with farts, but it was a hell of a lot better than being under there.

From the left, you could hear Jason and Brad laughing at you, as they pulled their underwear back up. They weren't even putting on clean pairs, just the same ones they had on last night, which were dirty. Did these 2 seriously not care about hygiene at all?

"Thanks for coming over dude, we'll see you next week for some more fun." Brad said, whilst grinning at you.

"Yeah man, we've got loads more games we can play, and more snacks for you to sniff out, haha." Jason laughed at you. But you'd finally had enough, there was no way you could do that again.

"Absolutely not, I used to think you 2 were the hottest guys in school, but now I realise you're nothing more than disgusting, farting, unwashed slobs. Just wait till everyone at school finds out, no one will ever want to hang out with you again." You firmly said, although it was a little hard to focus with your eyes still watering.

For some reason, instead of getting angry at you, they both just snickered with each other. You were confused about this, until Brad turned around and grabbed his phone from the side of the bed.

"If you say so man, but if you said no, it would be a shame for these pics to end up online." He held up his phone for you to see and your jaw dropped. It was pictures of your face pressed up against their asses, along with a few videos of them farting on you, complete with their mean laughter and comments heard in the background. They must've taken them whilst you were unconscious.

Would they really be willing to blackmail you like this? You couldn't believe that. There was no way those could go online, your reputation would be over.

"Please don't post those, I'll do whatever you want, I'll come back next week." You pleaded, which caused them to smile.

"That's better dude, now go home. I gotta take my morning dump and, after all those snacks, it's gonna be a pipe clogger." Brad said smirking, making you physically cringe.

"Same man, you wanna play battleshits?" Jason turned to Brad with the same smirk.

"You know it bro." He responded, and they both high-fived whilst laughing disgustingly. The conversation disgusted you and you wanted to get as far away from these 2 as you could, at least until they called you back. You began to make your way out the room, before Jason called out to you.

"Hey dude, one last thing." You turned around to see Jason with his hand clasped around his ass before letting a hollow fart ring out into it.

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He then threw the trapped air in your direction, and it instantly hit you like a truck. As you coughed and gagged some more, they both laughed at you one last time.

"Just a little FARTING gift." That was the last thing you heard before you bolted out the door, out the house and headed home.

As you made your way back to the house, you found yourself wondering how could you have ever been attracted to such flatulent bullies. You desperately wanted not to return to that torture pit. But then again, you felt yourself shiver at the realisation of what would happen if you dared to defy them. You sighed defeated, and the worst part was that you'd never get the smell out of your clothes.

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You’re startled awake from the sound of your bedroom slamming shut. The lights turn on and you’re momentarily blinded from being awakened in this way. “What the fuck?” You manage to get out as your hands cover your eyes from the light.

“Heard you’ve been flirting with my girl.” As your eyes adjust to the light you see Peter, your co-worker’s boyfriend standing at the bedroom door. He’s shirtless and wearing tight Calvin Klein briefs. It takes a few moments for your eyes to leave his bulge and back to his face. 

“I seriously have no-” You begin. “Dude, get the fuck out of my apartment.” You say when you realize what’s happening.

“Nah bud, you have to make it up to me. No one gets to flirt with my girl for free.” 

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about? Jennifer is so not my type.” 

“Not what my girl said.” You throw your hands up in frustration.

“I don’t know what to say, but your girl lied.” You stand up ready to push Peter out of your apartment. 

“So you’re saying my girl’s a liar?” You can’t help but facepalm. This dude can’t be serious.

“Please, just get out of my apartment before I call the police.” Peter seems to consider this for a moment.

“Nah, I need to show you what happens to guys who try messing with my girl.” He charges you and tackles you to your bed. You both struggle and wrestle until your face ends up next to his ass. You can smell his musk and notice that his briefs are a bit sweaty. 

“Get off me!” You yell but he grabs the back of your head and pulls you close to his ass. His swamp ass disgusts you and face feels wet from the sweat.

“Don’t pass out, it’ll only make it worse for you.” You have no idea what he means until it happens:

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A loud, ten second fart gets blown across your face. “What the fuck?!” You yell out as the smell hits your nose and burns your nostrils. The sewage smell is overwhelming and you start trying to pull away harder. You slip out of his grip but he quickly grapples you and gets you on your back. He uses the opportunity to sit his full weight on your face.

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“Chili tonight,” He says like he’s answering a question. “Always gets my stomach going.” You just gag and flail underneath him.

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Tears are streaming down your face as you try to get leverage against him. You’re punching his sides until he grabs both of your arms and holds them down to the your sides

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“Settle down, you’re just making it worse for yourself.” You don’t heed his words, you continue to try and twist away but he has you pinned good. 

“Please, I didn’t do anything!” You beg hoping he’ll have any kind of mercy.

“Liar. No one fucks with my girl.” PFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTTT “Especially not a bitch like you.” He grinds his ass hard against your face. Your nose gets pressed firmly against his hole. PFFFFFFFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT “Eat that bitch!” 

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A wet fart followed by an airy fart gets forced into your nose. The smell is indistinguishable and utterly rank. You’re feeling weak when, Peter slightly lifts off your face. You’re surprised that there isn’t a brown spot after that last fart, but you don’t get to think about it much longer as he slams his ass on your face over and over again.

“You’re not going to be able to go to work for the next few days because you’ll be trying to wash my farts off your face.” 

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He grinds his unwashed ass on your face for emphasis. 

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“But here’s the thing. You’ll always smell this, even when it’s not there anymore.” 

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“This will be in your head for the rest of your life.” He gyrates his hips to make a point. “Whenever you see my girl, you’re going to immediately think of this.” 

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“Get off me!” You yell again. “Someone help!” 

“No one can hear you.” 

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Between the loud farts and your yells being muffled by his ass, you know he’s probably right. 

“I can’t even hear you and I’m right here.” He lifts up again and removes his underwear covering his ass. “Now the real show begins.”

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Your face is blasted with toxic fumes. The smell is somehow much worse now that his ass is unfiltered. You’re out of breath between your yelling and the lack of fresh air. You’re sweating bullets and your leg won’t stop shaking. 

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Peter groans loudly as the last fart rips out of his ass and directly up your nose. “Get your tongue out and get a taste of my ass.” You refuse but Peter roughly grabs your balls. “Taste my ass, or your balls get it.” Tears are streaming down your face as you begin to run your tongue against his nasty pucker.

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He releases the bomb directly on your tongue. You can feel the bile starting to come up and Peter stands up. You barely make it to the trash can next to your nightstand. Everything is spinning around you and you briefly see yourself in your standing mirror. You look disheveled and utterly broken. Before you can take too much longer of a look Peter grabs you and forces you to your knees.

“I don’t remember telling you to stop.” He roughly pulls your face against his ass again. “Eat.” You start crying but follow his orders. You tentatively flick your tongue against his pucker hoping you don’t have to swallow another gas bomb. “You can do better than that.” He uses the heel of his foot and kicks your balls, making you yelp. “I said, eat.” He says with venom.

You use the flat of your tongue and swipe up his crack and over his hole. It’s the most disgusting thing that you’ve done in your life and the taste is even worse. Peter gives a satisfied sigh when you run your tongue over his hole again. “That’s it. That’s nice.” He teases. “You have a nice tongue. Made for licking my ass.” 

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“Fuuuuck” Peter moans as he forces you to swallow another disgusting fart down your throat. 

“I can’t, I can’t.” You cry as you pull away again. 

“You can, and you will.” He doesn’t let you get far away as he forces you against his ass. “Open your mouth.” You keep shaking your head no and he gives you another kick to your balls. You cry out but do as he says. “There you go, now get those lips around my hole.” 

Nothing prepares you for the quiet hissing sound that comes out of his ass. It lasts for 15 seconds and you can feel your cheeks inflate as he floods your mouth with more and more of his toxic gas. You try to leave it in your mouth and pull away to release it but he doesn’t let you go. You start shaking from the lack of oxygen and eventually you swallow.

That’s when everything starts getting dizzy. You feel yourself starting to fall over and Peter’s hand lets you go. You thump against the ground, barely conscious. You watch as Peter grabs his briefs and kneels down next to you. He covers your head with his briefs before grabbing a pair of your sweatpants and putting them on.

“Next time I won’t be so nice.” He gives you a final look before leaving out your window. You try to get up but feel too weak. You use what little power you have to at least remove the briefs off your face. It doesn’t get rid of the terrible smell though. He was right, you’re going to take the week off just to get the scent off your face.

When you return to work next week, you do your best to avoid Jennifer at all costs. When you do accidentally run into her in the lunchroom, your nose is assaulted by the phantom smell of Peter’s gas. You do the reasonable thing and run and hide in the bathroom. 

Tom will not stop farting at me and he always finds a way to catch me off guard . When I walk into the corridor I find him bent over and ass up BWWWRRRRRT! or when I enter the living room he is on the couch with his legs in the air BRRRRRAAAP! or even when I’m minding my own business in my room Tom swings open my door BARRROOOOMP! Nowhere was safe.

He really gets off on having us all hear his brass instrument of a behind. “Hey bros listen to this.” He said the other day, lifting up one of his legs and letting rip a BRAAAAAAAAWWWWP! Zeke and Bobby find it impressive and always egg him on. “I’ve got some more music for you boys.” I could see the strain on his face just before he let out a BRAAAP-BROOOMP-BWWWWRRRRRT!