You finish taking a big steamy shit and stand up so I can lick at your hole like a good piece of toilet paper. I slobber all over your slimmy pucker, even sticking my tongue in right when I hear your tummy gurgle. I get rewarded with a big stinky fart right on my tongue. The flavor makes me gag. "Thank you for the treat master!" When I'm done you check my work with toilet paper and tsk. There's a little brown spot which you show to me by rubbing it on my nose. "I'm so sorry master for being a bad shit wipe. Please punish me," I beg. You hold my face over the toilet bowl so I'm forced to stare at your big steaming turd and tell me to open wide. I squeeze my eyes shut open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. You shove my face into the sticky brown pile and hold me there until I'm gasping pathetically for breath. You pull me up and I'm so greatful. "Thank you mas—" you press my lips against your hole and deliver a big rancid fart in my face before pushing me back in to your shit. You tell me im not getting fresh air until it's all gone. I take a small bite. It's bitter and rancid but I choke it down with a grateful whimper. You pull me up and blow another stinker on my shit smeared face before pushing me back down. It takes 10 more dunks before I've gobbled it all up. You blow one final big wet fart in my face and I kiss your stinking pucker as thanks.
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{ Second Part of the GrossOlympics. Read the tags. Heavy scat starting from the second half. }
At first I was going to make a poll for the details of the prize but I decided to just follow through. Though I might ask if when I do something else with the frat.
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The cheers died down a bit as was handed a small stack Jason held up a stack of slips of paper, his grin turning mischievous.
"Welp, that’s good and all, but the competition continues! everyone who is participating in the next event please pass forward!”
Nick watched the shuffle, his mouth dry and nose still tingling from the smelling round. Twelve guys? It was a small mercy, but not enough and the thought of tasting them made a twist in his stomach.
"Same drill, pledge," Jason spoke, slapping a clean folding chair in the center. "Line up those lucky twelve. They drop shorts and bend over, and you spread 'em to make a nice meal out of those ripe asses. I want to see five long licks from taint to tailbone, then a full taste right in the hole, and I mean IN the hole. Swirl it around, rate the flavor and yadayada.". He said, before seemingly remembering something.
“Ah, some of the guys said that I should blindfold you to make it more fair, but I don’t actually have anything… oh I know!” He said, seemingly talking to himself before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. Revealing Hairy toned legs, and a tenting underwear with a distinct wet point, but he didn’t stop there as he stepped out and started pulling down his underwear to reveal an endowed curved cock.
The guys made a ruckus, some even making exaggerated scandalized sounds.
“A little warning would be nice!” One said.
“Oh please, as if most of you haven’t seen my cock already” said Jason exasperated. “If you’re really that off put by it, come here so I can teach you to be more comfortable wit it!” He said, even giving himself a few pumps on his erection.
“No thanks pres! That’s pledge work!” He said and mixed back into the crowd.
I was blindsided by the whole interaction, and then, without warning, Jason shoved his black underwear over my head. And I was literally blind. I struggled a bit before accepting my fate,
The underwear smelled intensely of raw masculinity. Of semen and urine and sweat. And I felt how over the point where Jason’s head had been placed a wet slimy spot of presumably pre-semen made contact with my face.
“Well, now that that issue is finished, let’s begin!”
He said, and I felt movement around me as someone placed themselves on the chair before Jason put his hand on the back of my head and guided my mouth right into the man’s taint and hole.
The room exploded again, chants of "Taste test! Taste test!" echoing as the selected bros formed up, shorts tenting with excitement or nerves, who knew.
The first lick hit made me realize just how much more intimate and degrading licking another guys ass could be. The very human warmth against my tongue felt so overly unignorable that I couldn’t even pretend I wasn’t licking another man’s skin as my tongue dragged a slow path from the sweaty fold of his taint up the crack, five times as ordered, each pass coating my taste buds in salt and musk. This guy's ass was meaty, the cheeks firm but plush under my spreading hands, and the skin was smooth, almost hairless except for a faint trail leading up his spine that I could feel brushing my nose occasionally. However, although to my touch it may have felt like a nice ass, the rest of my senses told me another story.
By the third lick, I was gagging, the flavor was sharp, like some sort of cheese mixed with faint soap from a bad shower that hadn't quite washed the day's grit.
As I finished the fifth lick, Jason's grip tightened. "Good, now get in there." He reminded
I pressed forward, my lips parting around the puckered ring. It clenched at first, warm and alive, then yielded as I swirled my tongue inside. The taste exploded: it was bitter, like bitter earthiness or black coffee grounds that came out of someone’s ass. It was also a bit salty, although that may have been because I had basically coated my tongue in his sweat already. As I tasted him, I heard a rumble from the man’s gut as his hole trembled slightly and without further warning he let out a rumbling fart staring into my mouth, my tongue vibrating strongly inside my perpetrator’s anus as the foul air rushed directly into me through the pathway of my own creation.
I pulled back gasping and coughing, the blindfold's fabric sticking to my damp face.
“Ayo, what the fuck man?” Said Jason to the guy on the chair. “I told you guys to hold it in”.
“Uh sorry press” The brother said awkwardly. “I really couldn’t hold it in, all that tonguing loosened me up.”
“Tch, well what’s done is done.” He said. “Might as well start the fart contest right now then.”
I was still recovering as he addressed me.
“So, how was it? The ass and the fart I mean.” Said Jason “I still spect you to do your work you know?”
"Uh, the ass six out of ten, the fart, seven? Chris has made me smell some worse, although this was particularly horrible since it’s the first time I taste one directly" I mumbled, voice muffled. The crowd hooted, but my stomach churned as I tried to breathe clean air but the underwear's stench was mixing with it all, making my head spin.
“Well, that does sound like Chris” said Jason. “Well, next guy! Just be prepared for the fart since we know will be mixing the two events”.
They shuffled the first guy out, and number two stepped up quickly. His ass felt different right away. He was leaner and wiry, cheeks tight like a runner's, with a light fuzz of hair that tickled my cheeks as I spread them. The licks started easier, the skin a little cooler than the previous man, but the scent hit harder, as he’d come here straight out of the gym— Which wasn’t impossible.
Five drags up, and my tongue was picking up flecks of salt, the crack narrower, forcing me to work for it. When I dove in for the swirl, it was looser, more inviting, the hole tasting of pure tang and sourness, maybe from whatever he'd eaten, blended with a yeasty undertone that made my throat close up as I gagged.
“Great, now please prepare for the fart” Said Jason. Though if he talked to me or to the guy was unclear to me.
I hesitated, tongue still inside, feeling the muscle pulse against it, before a booming fart punched me like a real blow, nearly pushing me away by pure inertia. It smelled putrid and rank, and the faintly hot air in conjunction with the blow made me almost tear up. Jason chuckled close by. "Well, don’t keep us waiting, Nick. Rate it properly."
"Eight, on both accounts " I croaked, wiping my mouth on my sleeve under the blindfold.
A number of guys came after that, and I spent my time licking their asses as they positioned themselves in front of me. They ranged from clean to amazingly unkempt, with some even having what I presumed were pieces of toilet paper still stuck to them. But It was amazing how much one could get used to, at least until someone pulled me out of my trance.
The ninth one was heavier set, his ass cheeks spilling over the chair edges when he bent. Spreading them took effort; they were soft, doughy, with coarse dark hair matted in the crease from sweat.
The licks were a slog, each one pulling coarse strands across my tongue, the flavor building fast: heavy, like aged meat left in the sun, salty waves crashing with every pass. By the fifth, my jaw ached, and the musk was so thick it coated my sinuses, blending with Jason's underwear musk into something nauseatingly potent.
"In". Jason urged, pushing his head again.
The hole was deep set, hairy rim giving way to a velvety inside that tasted foul at first. It was acrid and thick, like he'd used the passage just recently properly after lunch. I swirled as best I could, fighting the urge to bolt, the texture slick and unwilling. I was already gagging and the fart hadn’t even come, so I dreaded as it didn’t bore well for me.
I almost felt relief when the guy actually struggled to push one out. Some guys hadn’t been able to and I was spared from them. But I could feel a rumble coming from his stomach already.
The man grunted as he flexed his muscles around me and then, I almost feinted. A big rumbling and a wet slime coated my tongue and the inside of my mouth with a foul liquid as a scorching hot fart that I could only best describe as if it came straight from the devils bowels filled my mouth.
When I surfaced, tears stung under the boxer blindfold. "Ten," I rasped. "Definitely a ten for both”
In comparison, the rest of the guys were almost. Almost. A breeze.
“Finally, the twelfth.“ Jason said as I finished. "Take a rest, I'm going to announce the winners soon and you'll want to be ready" He said and took his underwear from my head before putting it on himself
I didn't get it, but afetr the end, I stood up and a few of the guys offered me bear that I eagerly drunk as Jason moved on talked to a few guys. After a short while, he moved to the front and gathered everyone's attention.
“Well, perfect, Now it’s only time to reveal the winners!” He addressed the frat.
“Now, there’s only two winners here, from the first category we have Mike with the smelliest ass!” He said as a guy passed to the front, he was a well built jock, although he seems a bit more stoic. “And on the other side with TWO FULL TEN MARKS we have Brandon, with both the tastiest Ass and Farts!”
And as he said that, another man came up front, he was slightly shorter but bulkier in muscle than Mark, and sported a short beard and a unshamely grin.
“Since he won two categories, we also will name him as the Gross King!” He said before placing a paper crown on Brandon’s head, which he received almost gracefully in a joking motion.
“Now, to talk about the prize! I guess you don’t know the traditional price for the GrossOlympics, do you Nick?” Said Jason.
“No, I don’t. It’s some sort of thing or...?”
“Pff, no! It’s actually just you! Each winner gets to use you for a week as their Human Toilet, but don’t feel special, most pledges experience this with one brother or the other as part of their experience” he said. “Only, you will be experiencing it with the two very premium members chosen by yourself!” He said.
“Ah, actually, I’m not that interested in having him for a week” Mike said. “Brandon can have it if he wants”.
“Hell yeah!” Said Brandon “It’s been long since I could train my own little Toilet Pledge”.
Jason shrugged, “very well, then three weeks with Brandon”.
The entire frat laughed at his misfortune.
“Nooo!”
“Yeees!” Said brandon
Jason interrupted, “So, would you like to sit on your throne, oh king?” He said humorously.
The guys formed a circle, beers in hand, like this was some sort of entertainment.
“Of very course, I had a very big meal just in case I won,” responded Brandon. “Toilet Nick, could you please lay down on the floor?” He said as he pushed Nick down.
"Now, please open up and stick out your tongue so I can position myself," Brandon said
I dropped down, the concrete felt cold against my back, and I felt heart slamming out of my chest. He turned, pants sagging to his thighs, and squatted slowly over my face, letting me feel the irradiated heat as he gave me a good look at the hairy ass that was to be my oppressor for the next three weeks.
He shifted, aligning himself carefully, until his warm pucker hovered inches above my lips and I could feel some of his ass hairs tickling me. "Now Nick, I’m not gonna be nice about it, but you still should listen to my advice if you want this going as best as it can for both of us. After all, " He paused. “I’m going to want you to place your tongue right below my hole and make a seal around it with my lips, so everything slides down without a problem and as little smell as possible wafts out. Also, I’m going to want you to chew everything, it might make the experience more grimy for you, but you’ll feel better afterwards and that way you’ll avoid chocking”
“Oh right, Hey, Pledge Mike, grab a bucket from the corner, just in case our boy's stomach acts up."Added Jason “If you feel really like you’re gonna throw up, just do it there, no one wants to clean Brandon’s shit off the floor”
Brandon snickered. And the guy called mike laced a bucket right by my side as he whispered ‘good luck’
“Well, let’s begin! I’m bursting!”
So, I obediently followed Brandon’s instructions as I placed my tongue below the twitching pucker. And Brandon descended fully as he felt me.
"Ahh, that's better," Brandon sighed, bracing his hands on his knees, his weight settling heavier now, crushing my head painfully into the floor. The pressure pinned me firm, cheeks smothering my nose, every breath pulling in more of his scent. A burning silent but deadly blew harshly and burned my tongue, inflating my sealed cheeks with his gas as it made its pathway into my lungs. I tried pushing it out through my nose, but the deadly air from hell was streamed right into my mouth.
His hole pulsed against my lips, and I felt it start, the bulge pressing out, stretching the tight rim of muscle. "Here comes the first," he grunted, not lifting an ounce of his weight. It crushed down harder as he pushed, a big mushy turd sliding slowly from his ass right into my mouth. The texture hit like soft clay, filling me quickly. A warm, dense, and putrid mass sticking to my tongue with a bitter, acrid wave that punched my senses. Garlic and fat and rot, mocking whatever he'd eaten, overwhelming as my body buckled under the load and his bulk.
I gagged immediately, shoulders jerking, but his thighs clamped my head steady. The turd kept coming, mushy enough to break off in a hefty chunk, but the weight above made escape impossible. It coated everything, pungent steam rising in my sealed mouth, my own gut growling in protest.
"Chew it up, remember?," Brandon said, glancing back casually. "Get it almost liquid. It makes swallowing easier" I bit down reluctantly, the flavor exploding worse: tangy decay, like spoiled meat blended with bile. Saliva mixed it to paste, clinging to my teeth and gums, each grind releasing more stench that burned my nostrils. Gags rolled through me, bile teasing my throat, but I worked my jaw, swallowing bits with great difficulty as I gulped down and it settled heavily on my stomach. I felt it took an eternity, eyes streaming, before the chunk was gone, leaving a film that made me retch dry.
I waited a minute before lapping the light to signal I was ready for the next, like he'd implied. He nodded, shifting comfortably. "Alright, here we go." Another push, and the second turd emerged, similar mush but fouler, sliding in as I sealed lips again. The taste hit like a wall—pungent and acrid, garlic and onion and fat and rotten meat, warm like it was straight from his guts. It overwhelmed me, triggering every instinct to reject it, and I started squirming hard, body convulsing under the assault, legs kicking out instinctively against the floor.
"Whoa, easy there," Jason said quickly, spotting the thrash. "Guys, hold his legs" Two brothers jumped in, grabbing my ankles and pinning them down firmly, their grips like vices. At the same time, Brandon reached back, snatching my arms and yanking them up to his sides, using them as braces to steady himself. "I’ll let you throw up once I finish, but I really can’t cut it now," he muttered, the pressure ramping as he bore down harder.
The turd kept coming, bigger this time—particularly thick and mushy, forcing its way deeper into my mouth under his braced push. I rushed the chewing, jaw frantic on the dense paste, flavors exploding sharper with each hurried bite, but the overload hit my gut too fast. Gags turned to full retch, and midway through, I mumbled muffled, "Gonna puke," twisting desperate as bile surged.
Brandon lifted quickly, releasing my arms, and with the brothers still holding my legs, I rolled toward the bucket, heaving the mess out in a torrent of shit and acid splashing foul, stinking twice as bad. The frat bros reacted instant, a mix of groans and laughs rippling through. "Damn, that was rough," one said, clapping slowly. "Hang in there, pledge, you're tough." Another commiserated, "First time's always brutal, man. We've all been there."
Jason knelt by me, smirking but with a hint of concern. "You good? Need some water for hydration?" I nodded weakly, wiping my mouth, throat raw. "Yeah... please." His grin widened. "Got you covered." He unzipped quick, and I understood and decided it couldn’t be any worse as Jason started aiming his stream right at my open mouth as hot, salty piss flooded in, bitter and endless. "Drink up, best way to rinse after that." I gulped it down choking, the warmth settling sour in my gut, the guys chuckling but not mocking too hard.
"You really struggled there, huh," Brandon said with a casual chuckle, glancing down as he waited, the brothers easing off my legs but staying close. "Alright, back at it, I’m almost done now but hold him steady again, guys." They pinned my legs once more, and Brandon grabbed my arms for braces, reseating rougher now. "A warning, I'm kinda rushed now." The next load came faster, mushier spurts unloading straight into my mouth, overfilling if I wasn't quick, the texture looser, spraying bits that clung everywhere.
The acids burned my tongue, hellish soup of rot and tang, and he didn't wait for signals, just kept going, grunting with relief. "Just gulp it down! I got more coming." I practically forgo chewing, gulping the paste in waves, gagging but holding, as two more hefty mush piles followed, his thighs pinning me through the strain.
By the end, a final liquid squirt pressured out, spraying my cheeks with loose bits and pieces. He pushed empty air a few times, farting soft remnants, then sighed. "Clean me up now." I obeyed probed deep, swabbing at his hole for smears, the faded vile taste lingering as his hole clenched satisfied.
He stood finally, pulling up his pants with a nod, the pressure lifting like a weight off my chest. The frat bros erupted excited, Jason leading the cheers. "Hell yeah, Nick! You nailed your initiation. Welcome to the house, brother!" They clapped me on the back as I sat up shaky, face wrecked and tongue stained.
I complained right away, turning to them and Christian nearby. "That was brutal. Why didn’t you warn me?! It tasted like death, and the weight... man, I thought I'd suffocate." Christian chuckled, pulling me up.
"Could've been worse, little bro. Some pledges have been stuck as a public toilet for the whole frat, or assigned you to Jason himself—or one of the guys who didn't even participate, You think Brandon’s rough? You haven’t even met Brett, the guy is almost a punishment now. Could’ve been worse. Or the Pres, I remember he participated in my own initiation and… Ugh” Christian squirmed as he remembered
“Ha! I do remember you were a little green after servicing this stud” Intervened Jason as he jabbed at Christian “Not that you are a ride in the park either”
Christian looked at Jason with a weird look, but ultimately laughed it off and continued talking to me.
“Plus, after the three weeks, you'll be a full brother, while tons of other pledges gotta run more events— Count your blessings."
“I guess so… but three weeks?”
“Hahaha! Yeah dude, I guess we’re gonna spend a lot of time together now” Said Brandon. “But don’t worry, I have a very good diet, so you only need to adjust to my bathroom schedule”.
I nodded, feeling a little green as I drunk big gulps of my beer.
imagine being super cold and having a man’s fat ass to bury your face into to keep it warm. your nose is all warm and toasty and damp with ass sweat and it keeps getting warmer as he lets out rancid, steaming farts into it. or maybe there’s a couple guys and one of them is ripping in your face while the other warms up your body the same way, just bare-ass farting all over you.
eating a cute guys’ ass while he jerks himself off. ♡ having him pump your throat full of his pent up gas as he touches himself to your whines behind him. his farts getting worse-smelling and wetter the looser your tongue makes his hole as you’re french kissing it. feeling it pucker against your lips as he’s closer and closer to reaching his climax as his delightful moans mix in with the loud splutter of his farts. him pulling your hair tightly to keep you in place with his free hand as he unloads from both ends.
Just imagining a gassy roommate who can't relieve himself properly unless he's sitting on your face. He's a slob and he's all sweaty(he definitely hasn't showered in days either)
"Your face is just so comfortable, don't wanna move" He would groan
To make it worse, he claims it's best if his ass is skin to skin with your face. He likes the feeling of your face in his ass how it buries you completely
Oh yeah and he ate tons of dairy so... you'll gonna be there for a while until he needs to shit but you never know if he'll actually get up for that too...
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Coworker who has their daily morning coffee and makes you deal with their coffee farts afterwards in the storage closet or even in their car. Just back to back warm, bassy, cheek-rumbling farts running across your face. They smell potent eggy due to the egg sandwich they had for breakfast. Their formfitting black uniform pants rubbing across your nose in all directions so you don't miss any of the smell that is spewing out of their rear. They can't be letting out these kinds of farts around the customers and other coworkers, that would simply not do. That's why they elected you to take the brunt of it. They know you like it. They someone tease you about it. And every time you see them drinking coffee, straw pursed ever so carefully between their lips, you know exactly what you'll be doing in a moment's time.
i can't get my mind off the idea of someone tying me up and sitting a big, hairy, unwashed ass right on my face! drowning in their rancid farts as i sob and struggle, but they just laugh and keep going~~ utterly humiliating and degrading me! acting like i love it while i've been fixed with an open-mouth gag so that i can't beg them to stop! keeping me there for hours, helpless and suffering from their disgusting stench~~ 🤢🥵
imagine being out on a dinner date with your slob of an s/o or f/o for your anniversary when they drop their fork and it lands under the table. you could've sworn it looked more like they threw it, but they're so good at acting disappointed that it dropped, you don't question it. you bend down underneath your table as a romantic gesture on such an occasion, and you notice that their fork is actually dropped way closer to them. it'd be much easier for them to get it themself, but you decide to go through the trouble for them, just because you're a good partner like that. they know this, of course, considering that they -- expecting that you'd bend down like you did -- immediately gripped your head and shoved it closer to them once you got far enough under the table. you looked up to shoot a confused look at them; a futile effort, considering the tablecloth was blocking everything but their crotch and below. before you even had time to fully process what was happening, your ears were assaulted with the loud rumble of their gas against the wooden seats, followed by their laugh of triumph as the rancid stench hit your nostrils. and judging by the fact that they lifted their leg up after the first rumble... they weren't going to stop anytime soon.
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Wanna have my head resting in someone's lap then suddenly have them gently push my face into there crotch as they let out a long loud fart and not let go of the back of my head till the smells gone, gently stroking my hair as i sniff...
i don't want my owner to ever need toilet paper~ i want him one of my rules to be that i have to lick masters asshole clean every time. it doesn't matter if i don't want to, he hasn't showered or if hes having diarrhea.
Touching yourself all alone? How about some company? Would you mind if I take a seat right there, on your exasperated, cute little face so I can watch you play with yourself?
Poison damage is fun and all, but there's a huge untapped potential in healing braps.
"Oh my! Your health is so low!! Here, lemme help with that!"
*BRRPPHHPT*
"Hmm, that only recovered 1 HP; looks like we'll have to keep going then! ^w^"
Whenever I see people utilizing the heat of farts in a scenario, it’s usually to make things too hot. Overheating, dripping sweat, accentuating discomfort and overwhelming sensations. And while I’m sure that’s sexy to a lot of people, it just, uh, isn’t for me. Because I’m a sensitive lil guy who just likes feeling nice (and am sensitive to too-hot temperatures).
So instead, I offer: the warmth of farts as a relief.
It’s winter, and Person A is freezing. They’ve just come in from outside and the upper layer of skin for their face, ears, and whatever else was exposed to the elements still feels frozen through. Maybe the heater is still taking a while to kick in, so the inside of the house is cold too.
Fortunately, they know they have a full night of cuddling with Person B ahead of them. And Person B has been eating their favorite (gas-inducing) food all day.
Person A curls up behind B, with their face right in the line of fire, and sighs in relief as the farts roll out. Warm, thick clouds of gas flow from B and surround A like a loving embrace. They defrost while taking deep, loving sniffs, bringing some of that nice hot air inside of them.
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Slobby roommates that will shit anywhere but the toilet. In the bathtub, in the sink, in a trashcan, in your clothes drawer, in the drawer of the refrigerator, on the pillow right next to you while you're asleep, in your mouth while you're snoring in the middle of the night...
Is it the smell of a pair of musky balls, the taste of an equally musky asshole, or the fulfilling feeling that you're thoroughly pleasing someone in one of the most devoted of ways? Or perhaps it's something else?
Maybe how utterly filthy and degrading it can be too?
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