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I brace myself against the porcelain sink as I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. In my head I repeat the mantra of ‘I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy, I’m a good boy’ When I realize what I’m repeating in my head, my cock twitches in my slacks. I shake my head and start inwardly repeating ‘I mean I’m a good friend, I’m a good friend, I’m a good friend’ this sadly does nothing to soften my hard-on.

Tomorrow is my best friend, Charlie’s, wedding and I’m his best man. We’re having the event in this grand hall, in this beautiful hotel. 10 minutes ago, I was in that room ensuring everything was running smoothly as we were having the rehearsal dinner. Charlie assured me everything was perfect and that I was an awesome best man. He then took me around and introduced me to a few of the guests I didn’t know. The last person he introduced me to was his soon-to-be-husband’s father and little did he know that I knew him very well. His name is Scott and he looks as gorgeous as ever standing there in his form-fitting khakis, blue polo shirt, and white cap on top of his head. And even though I can’t see it, I know from behind, his gorgeous and plump bubble butt is framed perfectly by those khakis. We hooked up twice over a year ago. And those nights were the hottest of my life because we shared a few similar fetishes. As soon as Charlie brings me up to Scott, while he’s talking with his son, his eyes lock on to me and I can see a hunger in his gaze.  I stutter as I introduce myself to him, and immediately escape with the excuse of using the bathroom. And although I go into the men’s room, it’s not to relieve myself, but to will down my boner and remind myself that by the end of tomorrow, that will be my best friend’s father-in-law.

As I try to work out this dilemma in my head, I fail to hear the men’s room door opening and then proceeding to be locked. My inner struggling is immediately interrupted as I feel something big, thick, and warm being pressed against my lower back, and I know all too well what it is. I’ve felt it pressed against every inch of my body. The room is eerily silent for a moment, and then…

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17 seconds of hot air is released against the small of back. The familiar stench of sweat and sewage reaches my nose and I can’t help but let out a sexually charged moan. Although Scott talks softly his deep voice bounces off the walls of the room.

“Ah, that was punishment for running away from Daddy, boy. And to mark you with my stink so that every man that comes near you, can smell that you already belong to Daddy. Daddy’s gas has many uses, but you already knew that? Didn’t you boy? Ha-ha” He ends with a deep chuckle.

I try to clear my head and respond rationally “Scott we can’t…” Scott promptly intervenes with

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Scott rips a 7 second fart on me, and with anger in his voice says, “Boy you will show your Daddy some respect by addressing me as such. And until you show me the respect that I deserve, I’m just going to keep farting on you. So you better be quick before I make you pass out. I’ve done it before. Ugh!” Scott grunts and starts ripping a barrage of farts against my back, and they range from all over the fart tone spectrum.

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Scott keeps ripping 2 to 3 second farts and shows no signs of stopping. The stench in the room is getting so bad that I feel my eyes watering, and I fear that in a few seconds the smell will seep out of the room and reach the guests.

“I-I’m sorry Daddy” Scott stops for a second and then presses his ass harder against my back and grunts.

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He sighs after ripping that 19 second fart, and starts rubbing his ass back and forth against my back. I involuntarily hump the sink a few times but I stop and get a hold of myself.

“Daddy we can’t do…” Scott once again interrupts me but this time by shushing me.

“Shh boy just relax, we’re doing nothing wrong. Tomorrow the two grooms will kiss, and tonight you’ll lock lips with Daddy’s stink hole. It’s a win-win” Scott pauses for a moment and rips a small poot on my lower back, “Ah, now be Daddy’s good little fart-cushion, and have some of this.”

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Scott lets out a deep sigh after ripping that 11 second fart against my back. The smell of onions and garbage singes my nose hairs, and I feel my cock head in my boxers getting wet with pre.  I moan as I reach down and adjust my hard-on in my pants. I slip from in between Scott and the sink, and head towards the door. I unlock it and without looking back I say, “We shouldn’t be doing this. Charlie is like my brother and Nate is actually your son. It feels like… I don’t know… like we’re going behind their backs and betraying them. I just don’t think this will work out.”

Scott laughs, as if he knows something that I don’t, and I look at him questionably over my shoulder. Scott is facing me, leaning back against the sink with his arms crossed, and cocky smirk painted on his lips.  

“A boy like you is a rare treasure for me. And Daddy was dumb enough to let you go the last time we met, but not this time. I’m keeping you. And if Charlie, Nate, or anyone else tries to get in my way…” He cocks his left leg, closes one eye, and….

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Scott rips a 12 second, wet sounding fart. It quickly fills the room and the stench of rotten eggs makes me cough. “Ah, they’ll have to face Daddy’s toxic furry. So you can leave but Daddy will be seeing you very soon baby boy.” He says with promise and gives me a wink.

I compose myself and head back out to the rehearsal dinner. I mingle a bit and a few people give me strange looks. I realize they must have got a whiff of the fart storm Scott launched onto my lower back. A few people are on the dance floor enjoying themselves and my ex (who I’m still friends with) catches me and drags me with him onto the dance floor. A slow song begins as we start to dance. We put our arms around each other and start to slowly sway side to side with the music.

There’s really no one around us dancing so I’m a little startled by a familiarly deep voice. “Do you mind if I steal this dance.” Scott expertly slides in between us and I instantly find myself swaying with him, and my ex is standing by himself, behind Scott, looking dumbfounded. My ex then looks angry and voices an indignant, “HEY”

Scott gives my ex a superior smirk over his shoulder. “Easy there tiger, he’s mine. But here, you can dance with this bad boy” Scott stops dancing, juts his ass out, and grunts.

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Scott releases a 6 second, airy fart that is barely audible. Scott sighs and wafts the stench in my ex’s direction. My ex looks at him weirdly but then he grimaces. Scott gives a dark laugh and says, “Now beat it guy or I’ll send another foul dance partner your way.”And just like that, my ex speed walks away.

I look at Scott, clearly unimpressed, as we continue to dance. I quietly ask him, “Was that really necessary?” He shrugs nonchalantly, “I told you what I’d do to someone who got in Daddy’s way…” I stop him midsentence by pressing my finger against his lips, “Please stop referring to yourself as Daddy when we’re not alone. The last thing I need is to come in my pants in front of a crowd.” To prove my point I poke Scott’s thigh with my stiff cock. Scott feels it and smirks, “Alright you’re safe from my words for now, but you’re not safe from my butt.” Scott takes my hand and places it over his ample ass with my open palm over his crack. He quietly grunts and…

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Scott sighs and gives me a wink after ripping a loud, 4 second fart onto my hand. A few couples dancing near us, look around trying to find the source of that loud noise. I bring my palm to my nose, and breathe in his fart. I can’t help but cough, making Scott grin, as we continue to dance. The music changes to another slow song, but with a strong sexual vibe to it. Scott turns around and moves my hands to his hips as we dance. My chest is pressed against his back, and with every shift as we dance his big ass grinds into my crotch. I nearly lose it when he covertly grabs his big ass cheeks, in those tight Khakis, and spreads them. My trouser-covered cock quickly slips in between Scott’s meaty ass cheeks, and he immediately lets them go, trapping me. It takes all my willpower to stop myself from humping him as he starts to flex his fat butt cheeks around my stiff cock.

“Sc-Scott you got to….” I try to whisper but Scott stops me. He stops flexing his butt cheeks. In fact he stops moving in general. He just stands still and quiet for a moment.

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Scott lets out a 3 second fart that is muffled by my trapped cock. I lean my head into his shoulder as I try to stifle my moan. Scott quietly says, “Ah that should shut you up boy. But Daddy isn’t done with you yet. Nggh” He grunts and…

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Scott rips an 11 second fart that’s once again muffled by my cock. I feel myself about to come and I whisper it into Scott’s ear, and at the last second he flexes his ass hard on my cock stopping me from coming. I try to steady my breathing with my face still buried in his shoulder. A few seconds later I feel Scott reaching back and groping my left ass cheek. I slightly push my ass out, leaning into his touch. I then feel him slip something into my back pocket, and he starts to pull away from me. He looks at me over his shoulder with an impish grin as he says, “Be a good boy and come to Daddy’s room in an hour. We’re going to have some fun tonight.” He looks forward and starts to head out the grand hall. I stare longingly at his jiggling ass cheeks, as he walks away. My ogling is ended when a wall of rancid smelling, warm air hits me right in the face. It gets me to sneeze and makes my eyes a bit moist. People nearby are starting to cover their noses and complain about the stench. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a room cardkey. It must be Scott’s.  I look up, and just before Scott turns the corner he gives me a devious smirk. Probably proud of the fart cloud he left for me. And then he’s gone.

As I stand with a hard-on in the center of his fart cloud, I come to a decision. I love Charlie, and Nate is great guy, but Scott is the one for me. I know Charlie, so eventually he’ll be fine when he learns that Scott and I are a thing, Nate on the other hand, is a different story. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

An hour later the rehearsal dinner is over and people are heading to their hotel rooms. I find myself in front of Scott’s door. I use the keycard and just before I can even touch the door knob, the door swings open and Scott stands there in all his glory. Scott’s still sporting that white cap but he’s now shirtless and wearing a pair of tight, grey sweat pants that ride low on his hips and leaves nothing to the imagination. Scott paralyzes me with a heavy lidded, lust filled gaze.

“About time you got here boy, I was getting rather impatient” Scott wraps his heavy hand around the back of my neck and drags me into the room as he slams the door closed. With his strong grip still on the back of my neck, he leads me to the king sized bed in the middle of the room, “A few minutes later and Daddy was going to go back down, nuke that room, and force my boy out. But I’m glad you came when you did. I’d hate to postpone the happy couples wedding by making the room uninhabitable with my potent Daddy gas.” Scott tells me casually as we reach the bed.

He tosses me into the bed and roughly manhandles me until my head is upside down and hanging off the edge. “There we go” Scott turns around and pulls his sweats down. His big ass cheeks pop out and wobble inches from my face. He reaches back with both hands and spreads open his ass cheeks, giving me a clear view of his hairy butthole, “Now be a good boy and swallow all of Daddy’s farts” Without missing a beat Scott sits firmly on my upside down features. His fat cheeks envelop my face and I’m shrouded in complete darkness. I can only smell his fart residue still lingering in his ass, and feel his wrinkled butt hole pressed against my slightly parted lips. I then feel his butthole push outward against my mouth.

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He rips a 23 second, monster fart right into my open mouth, and it feels like the whole room is shaking from it. My cheeks puff out from the foul air and I can both smell and taste his vile fart. I try to get away from his ass hole when I start coughing, but my head is trapped in between his ass and the bed. With my face still engulfed in between his large butt cheeks, I hear his deep voice rumbling all around me.

“You’re going nowhere sonny boy. Our quality time has only just begun, so you better prepare yourself because I’m just getting warmed up. UGH!!!”

FART “OH!” FART “Ah!” FART “That’s a good boy” FART “Keep sucking down Daddy’s farts” FART “It’s Daddy’s job to teach you how to be a man” FART “And this is how a man farts boy”

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He rips a 38 second fart in my face. My lungs feel like they are on fire as the fetid stench fills them. I moan as reach into my pants and start jerking myself off.

FART “Ah, that’s it boy enjoy yourself” FART “Have your fill of Daddy’s farts” FART “I love spoiling my boy with my gas” FART “Just can’t say no to that face when it’s saturated with Daddy’s farts” FART “And even more so when your face is buried deep in Daddy’s stinky butt” FART “Uh-oh, better brace yourself boy. Daddy feels a big and wet stinker heading your way. NGH!”

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Just as he predicted, Scott rips an 18 second fart that sounds wet. It echoes down my throat and it’s so intense that I can feel myself starting to lose consciousness. I weakly push against Scott’s big ass, trying to get him off, but this just causes him to bare down harder on my face.

“You’ve been a good boy all this time but trying to get from under me is really irking me. You’re being a very naughty boy so it time for some Dirty Daddy Discipline” Scott shifts his ass and I feel my nose pressing against his moist butt hole, “Daddy isn’t holding back anymore. You brought this on yourself, you naughty boy. UGH”

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“This is so much better. Ripping my Daddy farts right up my boy’s nose”

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“As I said before you brought this on yourself. Nasty acting boys receive Daddy’s nasty punishment”

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“While punishing you, I know it should hurt me more than it hurts you but I’m actually having a blast. And speaking of blasts…”

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Although his farts are far worse than before, I keep jacking off to this foul torture Scott is putting me through. I then start to hear Scott taking more shallow breaths and moaning. It sounds like he’s jerking off as well.

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“Oh fuck baby, Daddy is about to come”

I’m suddenly blinded by light as Scott gets off of my face. As my eyes adjust to the light, and I get used to breathing fresh air again, I see Scott is standing up and facing me. His sweats are pulled down under his big balls, and he’s giving his thick cock a few tugs as he looks down at my upside down face. And just like his farts I want to taste his cock too. Scott comes closer and aims his cock towards my open mouth.

“Open wide boy. Daddy’s about to feed you your daily dose of protein”

Scott thrusts all the way into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and pulling back out. He does this a few times. On the fourth thrust he remains in my throat, and he moans as he feels my convulsing throat squeezing on his cock. After a few seconds, I start to gag and my eyes start to water as his thick cock blocks my air way. I then feel his cock swell and then jerk as he fires a couple volleys of his come down my throat. When Scott shoots his load I do as well. I know I’ve soiled my pants but I don’t give a damn right now.

When we both come down from our sexual high, he pulls up his sweats and climbs into the bed. He arranges us so he lying down and my head is resting on his hairy chest. I sigh and relax further against his chest as he rubs the back of my head and murmurs things like, ‘You’re Daddy’s sweet boy’ and ‘So good for me’

I let out a yawn and then quietly say, “I’m with you. I want to give us a chance” Scott gives a soft chuckle and says, “That’s my boy” as he continues to rub the back of my head. But I go on to tell him what concerns me.

“Charlie knows me better than anyone, so he knows about my daddy kink. When he finds out about us he’ll be surprised, but he’ll be okay with it. It’s Nate who I’m worried about. I think he’ll have a problem with us.” Scott chuckles again but it has a dark tone to it, “You’re probably right, but let me deal with him boy. Daddy will set him straight. All you need to worry about is where you want Daddy to take you for our first date tomorrow, after the wedding” And just like that, all my worries fade away, and I’m looking forward to our date tomorrow.

“Maybe we can have our date at this nice Mexican restaurant that I know of. And afterward you can show me more of what Dirty Daddy Discipline entails.” Scott moans and I see his cock tenting in his sweats, “Daddy isn’t as young as he used to be. It’s going to take me a couple of hours before I’m ready to go again. Let’s go to sleep and in the morning Daddy will fuck you into the mattress.” He tells me and gives me a hard slap on my ass making me yelp.

I look at him in shock, “You seriously can’t expect me to fall asleep after saying something like that? Can you Daddy?” He smirks down at me, “Not to worry boy, I have a remedy that will put you to sleep nice and quick” he winks down at me and gives his hairy stomach a few slaps, “Now get your nose down by my butt so Daddy can put his boy to sleep.” As he says this he lifts his ass of the mattress and pulls his sweats down to the middle of his thighs. I slide down the bed and lay between his legs, on my stomach. Scott lifts his left leg, puts his hand on the top of my head, and pulls my face into his big and hairy ass. My nose is once again pressed against his hairy wrinkled hole, and I feel his furry nuts sagging against my forehead.

“I think a lullaby from Daddy’s butt trumpet will definitely put you to sleep boy. Nighty-night kiddo, UGH” Scott strains and groans as he clenches his jaw until….

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You hated him. He was successful and had everything. You on the other hand, were short, nerdy and had just been made redundant from your job. So, when your parents forced you to take a job at Jonathan’s company you were less than thrilled.

It was your first day, and you had been instructed to report straight to Jonathan’s office. You were not looking forward to it. When you were kids Jonathan had always been a bit of a bully, he used to love getting one up on people, and you could tell that he absolutely loved himself. You knocked the door, and heard a deep, “Come in” from the other side.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you stepped through to the other side of the door. Standing there, in the middle of the room, in only a cowboy hat, was Jonathan.

“Jesus Christ! What on earth are you…” You began to say, before Jonathan burped loudly cutting you off.

“Be quiet bitch tits.” Jonathan commanded. “Strip your clothes and kneel in front of me.”

“What the fuck!? Jonathan, are you sick in the head!?”

Jonathan stepped forward and slapped you in the face. You fell backwards, stunned.

“No. But I know you’re thick in the head fagboy. Who do you think your parents will believe if you walk out of here and quit this job now? Me. We all know it. And that means they’ll cut you off, won’t they?”

You cast your eyes down. Fuck. He was right. He had you backed into a corner, you’d have to do what he said. Through gritted teeth you said, “What do you want Jonathan?”

Jonathan smiled smugly, he knew that he’d said the right thing. He had you. “Well first of all, complete the first instructions I gave you.”

Your face red with shame, and unable to look at Jonathan, you peeled your clothes off, exposing your weak body to his far stronger one. Then unceremoniously, and quickly you sank to your knees, realising you were now face to cock with your cousin.

He took a step towards you, and that’s when the stench really hit you. Stale B.O. Jonathan clearly hadn’t showered in a while. The stench actually made you gag a little. Jonathan noticed this, and laughed smugly, he loved making people bask in his scent.

“ I see you’ve noticed my alpha smell.” He laughed, towering over you like a God. “Well, it’s actually the reason I’ve employed you.” This wouldn’t be good, you thought.

“I need a new assistant, and my assistants have a very special job you see, they’re hired to worship me, be my bitches, let me bully and humiliate them and most of all love my rank smells as much as I do.” He continued, you groaned. This was the same as when you were kids, he loved to make you do disgusting, embarrassing things to prove he was better than you. “And now you’re going to be my new assistant. What a privilege, bitches were lining up around the corner to get as close to a God like me as they could. But I said no, I need to help out my pathetic little cousin, and I want that bitch to have the best job in this company, working so closely and personally with an Alpha male master like me. Now, you know the situation, if you refuse, I’ll tell your parents, and that’ll finish you. So if you agree, and want the job, I’d like you to kiss and lick my sweaty balls.”

You were screwed. This was awful, and you’d have to do it. Face red with shame, unable to look at your cousin, you placed your head in his stinking groin, and kissed his annoyingly large ballsack.

“Keep going, I want your tongue to taste like those big balls all day!” Jonathan laughed, he was in his element, a big strong alpha being worshipped by an inferior male, he loved it. You could just about hear his happiness in his voice, mixed in with his total arrogance obviously. But you tried to push the salty sweaty taste of his balls and what you were doing to the back of your mind. You’d get out of this soon. Hopefully.

“Now, onto the main event of the morning!” Jonathan announced, pulling back from you, letting you out of his crotch stench for a moment of relief. “Let’s Get you set up with your duties for today. Now, this morning I had a big greasy breakfast bitchtits. Eggs, bacon, sausages, and I washed it down with my usual protein shake. Tell me, what did your sissy ass have?”

“Granola. What has this got to do with anything? Haven’t you humiliated me enough for today?” You whined, you knew pleading wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot.

“Don’t question me fag.” Jonathan growled down at you. He could actually be quite scary when he wanted to be. You flinched backwards. He obviously noticed that he had scared you because he began to laugh obnoxiously. “Don’t act all scared bitch, you’re fine. Anyway, you had a sissy breakfast, so you’ll get treated like a sissy. I had an alpha males breakfast, so I’ll act like one. For the next while you’re going to be licking my farts, my greasy breakfast farts from my dirty smelly asshole. And if I get even a single whiff of the obnoxious gas my ass can produce then you’ll be in for a huge punishment. Understood?”

You groaned, this was the worst. Why this!? This was how he used to bully you when you were younger. You never thought you would be licking farts as a grown adult, but here you were. This was shameful. You felt angry and humiliated, but what could you do. Through gritted teeth you said, “Understood.”

“Great, you’ll be loving it I bet!” Jonathan laughed, before turning around and shoving his dirty, eggy, swamp ass at your face. The smell immediately hit you, and it caused you to gag. “Press your face into daddy’s sewage cannon.”

Revolted, you leaned forward, sinking your face into Jonathan’s sweaty, hairy cheeks. He let out a relieved sigh, and you could just imagine the smug smile that was on his face just now. You felt him jiggle his ass up and down, securing you further in place. You were sure he hadn’t wiped down here well, you were literally brown nosing, this was disgusting. Then it got worse.

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A booming fart that smelled like old cabbage splattered onto your face. You gagged. “Put your pink on my stink!” He laughed. “Get to licking.”

You tentatively stuck out your tongue, totally dreading what you were about to do. You ran your tongue up Jonathan’s hairy sweaty asscrack. It tasted like pure shit. It was sweaty. It made you feel sick. He just laughed above you, he was the boss, he was the alpha, and he loved it.

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The loudest fart you had ever heard burst onto your tongue. Again you licked. Again you tasted shit. And again you hated this situation. Jonathan laughed. He was loving this.

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An airy fart came next. It stunk. It stung your nostrils it stunk so bad. You just wallowed miserably in the fart cloud, while Jonathan stood above you, happy that he was forcing you to degrade yourself. “Brace yourself now bitch tits, here comes a big one, I can feel my stomache brewing something special up for your fairy mouth! Clamp your lips around my hole!” Jonathan ordered, laughing. He sounded so arrogant, God you hated him. Regretting your decision as you were doing it, you clamped your lips around his hole.

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The loudest and stinkiest fart you had ever encountered burst into your mouth. You gagged, your eyes watered. This was awful, you tried to hold back your sick. “I’m so proud of what I could produce for my little bitch!” Jonathan roared with laughter. You knew he actually was proud of how awful his fart was.

This went on for another hour, Jonathan verbally degrading you and farting in your face. He was an alpha male and you were a bitch, you were so humiliated. Eventually he pulled himself off your face, and turned around. “Time for task two!” He laughed. “But first wipe that skidmark off your face!”

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“Brandon, get in here, need to drop a bomb!” My boss shouted from his office. I grimaced. How had I let this happen to me. One minute I was the top salesman in the company, the next I was an assistant for my worst enemy, performing the most degrading tasks possible.

I got up from my desk slowly, dreading what I was about to do and walked into my bosses office. There he was, sitting there, Sam Knox. He looked so cocky and arrogant. Sam was broad and tall, with a dark head of hair and a beard. I hated the fact that before all of this happened I would have classed him as handsome.

Sam got up from his plush leather armchair and walked around towards me. His 6’2 frame dwarfing my 5’6 blocking out the light from the window. The main thing that hits you when Sam walks towards you is the intense smell. Sam has bad B.O. I think it’s worse for me because my nose is at his armpit height. But the worse thing is that Sam is a lover of his own brand, he likes to savour in his stink, and he loves to make others savour in it too.

“Right bitchboy, get on your knees for master.” Sam said, grinning and turning around as I dropped to my knees. “Press it in.” I did as ordered and moved my face into Sam’s ass. I gagged at the sheer smell of swamp ass as his cheeks engulfed my face. This was disgusting, humiliating and I couldn’t believe I’d let myself get into this situation.

Sam on the other hand, was above me, and I could tell he couldn’t believe his luck that he was in this situation, I swear he loved nothing more than to torture me. With my face firmly in his ass he released a loud, obnoxious fart, and I sniffed it up.

This whole thing was his revenge.

I know you’re probably reading this and wondering what is going on. For this to make sense I’ll need to go back to the start and tell you the sad story of how my life was turned upside down.

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You see, for years I had been the top salesman at the company, and had enjoyed all of the perks. The parking spot, the best office, and the bonuses were all mine, and I loved them. I was cocky when I was in that position, and I totally bought into my own hype.

Sam has been the top salesman before I joined the company, and boy did he not like me. I don’t blame him, to loose all his perks to a younger cocky littleshit like me can’t have been easy, but Sam took it particularly badly. He didn’t talk to me, he went out of his way to be unhelpful, he tried to steal clients from me. If you can imagine it, he probably did it.

But to be totally honest with you, I really didn’t care. This was business at the end of the day, I was here to make money, not to make friends. So I began to take great delight in really rubbing this guys face in my success, I loved winding him up. I would brag about how close my parking space was to the office. I would but dileberatley expensive things with my bonus and talk loudly about it for him to hear. Hell, I even stole his client on a call right in front of his face.

He really didn’t take that well. “Watch your back you little fucking piece of shit.” He told me at the time. I just laughed in his face and said, “Take your B.O out of my office.”

I should also mention that although I was the top salesman, I was stupid, I was embezzling money from the company. I know, I know, stupid move. But at the time I thought I was invincible. I had access to the finance department’s computer system, and I was taking a small amount from every sale for myself. How else could I afford my designer suits?

So, things all changed late one Thursday evening, about 3 months ago. I was returning to collect things from my office after a pretty successful sales meeting. The place was empty and the lights were off. As I entered my office and flipped on the light switch I noticed a figure standing at my desk and jumped back.

It was Sam, had had been looking through files on my computer. And he had a massive grin on his face. He began to slowly walk around to the front of the desk. “What the fuck!?!” I yelled, startled, and annoyed that this jerk was in my office. “Get out of my office you dick!”

Sam laughed. He was very calm, it was very unnerving. By this point he had rounded the desk and was now leaning on the front with his arms folded. “I would think very carefully about how you’re talking to me Brandy-boy.”

“What... what do you mean?” I asked. I was beginning to panick. He obviously knew something. His face was smug. Mine was, from what he’s told me, chalk white.

“Sit down.” Sam said, gesturing to one of the seats in front of my desk. “We have a few things to talk about.” I was worried. “I think I’d rather stand here thanks.” I replied curtly. “And I’d rather you sat down, so that’s what you should do.” Sam responded, in an equally curt manner.

Oh fuck, I thought. I walked across the room, closing the door behind me, and sat in one of the low chairs in front of my desk. Sitting in this chair I was eye height with Sams groin. But it was more like nose height, because his B.O was all I could smell. Looking down at me Sam then said the words that made my heart sink, “I know you’re a thief. Embezzling.”

“What!? You’re c..crazy” I stammered. “That’s just not true. Like how could I even...”

“Oh, just stop and shut-up.” Sam interrupted. “We both know it’s true, and I’ve copied the evidence to my USB drive.” Sam waved his USB in front of my face. I was fucking fucked. I was going to loose my job and get fired. I just sat and stared, what could I say. Sam just continued to lean on the desk grinning, although I could swear he was pushing his crotch forward into my face, it stunk.

After about a minute of silence I couldn’t take it anymore. “Well, I’m clearly going to get fired, so are we done here? You’re obviously going to give that USB to Marcus and I’ll be gone. Can you go so I can clean my desk?” I spat out, I was less shocked now, and more annoyed at my own stupidity.

“Woah, woah there Brandy, who said I wanted you fired?” Sam said in a fake caring voice. “Besides, with your crimes you’d need to leave here with no reference, no way to get a new job and a criminal record! So I don’t think you want that either.”

It suddenly dawned on me that I was fucked. And that Sam had me by the balls. I just sat there red faced and pouting with rage. My nostrils were still being overwhelmed by the strong stench of Sams bulging ballsack which he had placed right in my face.

Sam stood above me and watched the thoughts fly across my face. He was in heaven, finally he had caught this “cocky little shit” was clearly what he was thinking. And I knew he was going to get his revenge all right. I was about to suffer.

It got to the point where I could take no more so I finally spoke, “Well... What exactly do you want? My clients?” I was looking up at Sam with pleading eyes now, and I could tell Sam loved it, but the time had come for him to really take control of this situation.

“Well, that’s a start Brandy. That’s a start.” He said. “You see, I own you now bitch.” I opened my mouth to protest the insult but was quickly silenced when Sam put his hand over it. “Don’t interrupt, it will only make things worse. As I was saying, I’m in charge now. You’ve been a cocky little shit long enough, and you’ve fucked me over one time too many. And I want my revenge. So, starting from now, you are going to become my personal bitch. That is unless you’d rather be the bitch of some lunatic in prison?”

I was trying to process this. I actually was fucked, here I was in a situation where I was fucking stupid, got caught and now my best option was Sam. Fuck. I would just have to wait, do this, and then could find a way to escape later. Besides, doing some extra work and giving Sam credit if I had to I could handle for now. Through gritted teeth I said, “Alright Sam, you win, I’ll do it.”

Sam clapped his hands together and whistled. Jumping up and literally smacking his stinking bulge off of my face. At the time I was too shocked to say anything so just let it happen. Sam started speaking as he walked around the desk and sat in the chair behind it. “Ha. Yes. I can’t lie to you Brandy, I think I’m about to have lots of fun! We can go over your new rules and duties tomorrow but for now just do what I say. Stand up.”

I stood up. Not making eye contact and giving Sam the satisfaction of my humiliation.

“Strip.”

“Woah, Sam, this is going a bit far...”

“I’ll decide that bitch. Now Strip, and then crawl around and under the desk.”

I sighed. I was furious. I began to take my clothes off and drop them on the floor. Sam just laughed and said, “God, I didn’t think it was possible to have such a thin little body on a guy.” That burned and my face blushed red with embarrassment. As I took my last item of clothing off and exposed my underwear to Sam he let out an enormous laugh. “Woah... woah... stop” he said through his laughing. “Brandy, you wear little pink panties to your work!?”

What a dick, was all I could think. True, I was wearing a pair of pink Tom Ford briefs. But they were part of a multicoloured pack. Why the fuck did I choose to wear these today. Sam was exactly the type of asshole to make fun of me for something as childish as this. “This is too good.” Sam finally said after he had finished laughing. “You an keep your panties on since you clearly suit them. Now crawl.”

I slowly lowered myself to my hands and knees on the ground. I felt very exposed as I moved around the desk and towards Sam. I could feel his eyes on me. I felt like prey and he was my predator. All I could do was wait for my chance and get my revenge. Hopefully. “You have a nice big ass Brandy. Like a girls.” Sam said, as I approached him ready to crawl under the desk. I knew he was only saying that to humiliate me, it was working. At that he stood and very forcefully slapped my ass, making me yelp in surprise and humiliation. “Under you go. And on your knees.”

I went underneath my desk and sat up on my knees as best as I could, it was cramped and I was uncomfortable. Just then I saw Sam’s crotch appear in my swivel char as he sat. It proceeded to slide under the desk so that I essentially had my face pressed into it. I had to resist the urge to gag from the odour. It was ball sweat. It was swamp ass. It was pure B.O. And it was clogging up my breathing space.

“Right, first thing, strip my bottom half to my underwear.” Sam ordered from above. How on earth was I meant to do that in this tiny cramped space. Plus I knew doing that would only release more stench. I sighed.

“No whining.” Sam ordered from above, as I reached down and undid his shoes. I slid them from his feet. All that served to do was unleash a cheesy acidic smell into my personal space. Which was no becoming so contaminated with Sam’s B.O I felt it would be ingrained in my skin. I just had to do this quickly, so I removed his socks, unzipped his pants and slid them off as fast as I could.

Next thing I knew there I was, face to bulge with Sam’s groin. He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, but my guess is they were a few days old from the smell. “That was fast. You must be eager to get to the Crown Jewels.” Sam laughed, evily. I most certainly was not. “Well in you go, I want you to suck my nuts. And suck them good.”

“Ugh... jeez... Sam I’m so sorry, please...” I tried to reason with my blackmailer. Sam cut me off, “Firstly, I said no whining. Secondly you never took a break from being a dick, so neither will I. Slurp on my balls boy.”

There was nothing else for it. I had gone this far. I moved my head into Sam’s groin and find his balls through his underwear. Opening my mouth I took them inside. They were salty, and I was sure I was sucking piss out of his underwear. But I kept going, I didn’t want him to look under and see my tears. He couldn’t know he’d got to me like this.

At that Sam started trash talking me. Like the shit we would do in broad room meetings. His main goal was to ensure my total degradation. It was working.

“How does it feel Brandy? The once great Brandon, top salesman has become a little nut sucker? I mean I always have seen you admiring my package. Now you get to be in your rightful place, sucking the balls of a true alpha like me. Imagine if the sales team could see you now, in your little pink panties, under the desk, sucking my rank ball sweat, how the might have fallen.”

Sam went on and in like this for ages. I just tried to tune him out. Then the worst happened. I felt his manhood pressing against my forehead. Oh God, he was being turned on by this. I just had to last a few days till I could figure out a way out of this.

“Brandy. You can stop now. We don’t want to get too carried away to fast. Just you sit there and enjoy what I’ve cooked up for you now.” Sam said, much to my relief. However that would be short lived.

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Sam just released a loud, obnoxious, shitty fart right into my face. I tried to pull back, but felt Sam’s hand on the back of my head holding me in place as the smell of old cabbage and eggs filled my nostrils. I moaned and screamed into his ass for release.

“You didn’t think you’d get away without sniffing a few farts, did you?” Sam mocked from above me. “I brewed these up especially for you. Ate a shit ton of broccoli, that really makes them kick. Now we’re going to have our little sniffing session, and at the end you can kiss my asshole. That’s right. The hole. The area where I make shit will connect with the area you use to talk shit. If you understand, take a big sniff!”

Fuck. Fuckity fuck. I hated this night, but if I did this at least I’d be one step closer to freedom. I sniffed, gagged at the smell, and felt Sam’s body relax in the chair.

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A fart louder than the first came bursting out of Sam’s ass. This one didn’t smell as bad, thank God. But it still burned the hairs in my nostrils. “Sniff.” Was Sam’s command. I sniffed, he laughed.

The next fart was silent, but deadly. It actually stung my eyes it was so pungent. They watered up as I sniffed the foul odour into my nostrils.

“You must be liking this. I didn’t even have to tell you to sniff that one!” Sam mocked.

This farting and sniffing went on for a while. With Sam making some awful comment to me, and me resisting the urge to throw up. I was beginning to wonder how one man could be so gassy, it actually seemed humanly impossible. My small space was becoming increasingly harder to breathe in and it was getting worse. Finally Sam instructed me, “Pull down my underwear slut.” That was the first time he had called me that so I was a bit taken aback. “Quickly moron.” I reached up and pulled Sam’s underwear down, exposing his naked flesh. He then moved his legs out from underneath the desk and placed them on top of it. At first I was happy as it created more space for me. However then I realised it just meant his asshole was further round in the seat, and now it was directly in my face.

It was covered in little brown hairs, and if I had thought being face to face with Sam’s balls was bad, his asshole was like putting your face directly into a pile of shit. I was sure there was a skid mark, but couldn’t bring myself to admit it otherwise I’d have vomited.

“Repeat after me.” Sam instructed from above. “Hello master Sam’s asshole.”

Oh God, could this get any more degrading. I just had to do it. “Hello master Sam’s asshole.”

“I really want to give you a kiss, can I please?”

“I really want to give you a kiss, can I please?”

Sam paused. “Let’s see what he says shall we?” He mocked. “He said come closer.” I moved forward. “Closer.” I moved forward so my face was now literally in Sam’s ass.

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Sam unleashed a long, wet, loud fart directly from his hole to my face. It was by far the worst smelling yet, and easily the most obnoxious. I tried to pull back, but realised Sam once again was holding me in place. Sam was above me laughing like a maniac. He clearly thought this was hysterical. Typical idiot sense of humour. “That was him saying yes!” Sam said through his laughs. “He said pucker up, and make it sloppy, he’s a dirty guy! On you go!”

I knew this was coming so I just needed to go for it. It still didn’t change how much it revolted me. Slowly I moved my face that tiny bit further into Sam’s ass, the smell was strong enough to knock you out. But I was trying to just block that out and get my job done. Slowly I approached his hole. I pursed my lips and clamped them on. I knew he was the sort of bastard to make me do it again if I went in half assed, so I did make it moist, and added a little tongue. I heard Sam moan from above so I must have done it right. I pulled back quickly once I felt I had done enough.

Sam was staring down at me, he had a shit eating grin on his face. “That was so satisfying. Nobody even asked you to tongue it you little slut. Just shows me that you’ve clearly been wanting to do that.”

“Don’t even..” I went to protest, but realised Sam was just ignoring me, standing up, and putting his clothes back on.

“Right, I’m going home for some rest, you do the same, we’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow bitch, getting our new setup sorted.” Sam said in quite a normal tone for someone who had just put me through that. I was kneeling on the floor in shock.

Sam was now fully dressed and standing in front of me kneeling in my underwear. “Be here at 8am sharp. And make sure you bring me my coffee.” Was all he said as he left me kneeling, with my life in pieces.

—————

Well that all happened a couple of months ago. Obviously more had happened since then, but that’s for another time. And now, I’m stuck as a personal bitch to my worst fucking enemy.

So you see now why I’m in this predicament, on my knees sucking farts out of Sam Knox’s ass.

And back in the present tha fart that he had just released onto my face was one of the worst he ever had. I knew he was trying to switch his diet up to torture me, and it was working.

“Oh, and Brandon, once you’re done sucking that fart go get me my coffee and come back for our daily ball sucking session.” Sam Knox ordered.

At that I got up to get his coffee, unable to believe what had happened to me.

I’ve literally gone from top to bottom. That is my face up Sam’s bottom.

And there’s no way out.

You would have thought that since he was 17, almost 18 that he would have been left home alone. But last time that happened he fucked up and had a huge party and trashed the place. So now he was doomed to have his summer ruined, spending it on a rural farm with nothing to do and only his aunt, uncle and annoying older cousin for company.

As he watched his parents drive away from the farmhouse he felt totally deflated. He was a city kid, he liked it being busy and wasn’t big on the outdoors. Despite this he still was relatively fit and active, and made sure to go to the gym to stay slim.

“Ok little buddy, grab your bag and we’ll get you inside and set up!” Said his Uncle John, before turning to go inside the farmhouse. Lewis quietly groaned at being called little buddy, he knew he was short for his age and had a growing case of small man syndrome. He grabbed his bag and followed his Uncle inside and upstairs along a long corridor to a room at the end.

“So this’ll be your room while your here” his uncle instructed. “All we ask is that you keep it clean and tidy and there’ll be no problem.” The room was pretty tidy anyway Lewis thought, so it shouldn’t be a problem. The only thing Lewis thought might be weird was the decor. He remembered the room used to be his cousin Esters before she moved out, and the room itself was pretty girly. The walls were baby pink and the bed had fluffy purple pillows. Might be weird to explain if he met a girl to bring back he thought.

His Uncle must have sensed he thought this because he then said “I know it’s not the most appropriately decorated, but it beats sharing with your cousin Buck across the hall.” Definitely, thought Lewis, dreading the thought of having to spend the summer with his older cousin. Lewis hated Bucky, he was arrogant, cocky and rude. He hadn’t seen him in a couple of years, but his memories of being bullied by him when they were kids always stuck with him. He used to pin him down and spit in his face, and give him swirlies and wedgies whenever he could. And that’s not even mentioning the “fart torture game” that Buck used to force him to play. But the worst part about the whole thing was Bucks ability to turn on the charm with everyone and get away with it all. Yep, Lewis definetley wasn’t looking forward to seeing Buck at all. “Right, I’ll leave you to unpack.” Said his Uncle John, snapping him out of his daydream. “Your Aunt Jan will be back with Buck from his football practice any minute and I’m sure the two of you can have a great catch up.”

“Yes sir” Lewis said politely, as his Uncle John left and he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

***

“Wakey wakey little man” Lewis heard his cousins voice, rousing him from his sleep. As he opened his eyes he was confused, he couldn’t quite work out where he was. All that he could see was grey sweatpants material, and there was an incredibly strong smell of B.O. As he was coming too and realising where he was he knew it was too late.

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A massive fart flew out of the grey sweatpants and right onto his face. It smelled of rotten eggs and old cabbage, and it made Lewis gag. He was not happy as he saw his cousin Buck leap from his bed laughing, ending up standing in the doorway. Buck was bigger that Lewis remembered, and more muscular from his work on the farm. But there was no time for that now, Lewis was pissed.

“What the fuck!?” He moaned, sitting up on the bed and trying to waft the awful stench away. “Just reminding you of the good old days!” Buck laughed.

“There were no good old days!” Lewis replied, annoyed but trying to be civil. “We haven’t seen each other for a long time and things have changed Buck!”

Buck laughed. “Woah, calm down tiny! I was just having a joke with you, but I forgot your ass can’t handle it.” Buck knew he was winding Lewis up, but he enjoyed it, he loved dishing out a little bit of torture.

“Well, we can leave the joking in the past now” said Lewis, trying to put an end to it all. “What has been happening with you anyway?”

Buck knew what Lewis was doing, trying to swerve the conversation onto a new topic and not allow him to torture him. But Buck was smart and knew that Lewis would be his bitch for the summer soon enough.

“Not a lot, man,” Buck replied. “Working on the farm, no chill time this summer for me.”

“Aww, bummer man” Lewis said. “What is there to do for us who have chill time around here anyway?”

“Ha, honestly, not a lot man, everyone’s out of town on vacation just now. But hey, don’t rub it in!” Buck replied, knowing full well that Lewis was walking right into his trap.

Lewis laughed, his cousin was becoming more civilised with his jokes he thought. “Sorry man!” He replied, although he was a bit bummed out that he would be bored with nothing to do.

Buck turned to leave, just as he was saying, “Probs for the best anyway, you wouldn’t be able to handle the farm work like me! Too weak! Haha”

Lewis was about to but in and save his pride but Buck just kept talking. “Anyway, I’m off for a sleep, night!” And with that he left. And left Lewis annoyed that he hadn’t had time to swipe back at his cousin.

***

The next morning Lewis awoke, unsure of where he was, seeing lots of pink and fluffy things around him. Then he remembered he was in his cousins room at his Aunt and Uncles farm. He groggily got up, and went to brush his teeth and shower, still thinking about the annoying comment Buck had made last night. He clearly thought he was more man than Lewis, and Lewis would have to show him differently. He would confront him at breakfast he thought. Yeah. That was a good idea!

When he went down to breakfast he saw a note left from his Aunt and Uncle that they had to nip into town to sort some things, and wouldn’t be back till late that evening but they had left sausages, eggs and bacon for breakfast for him and Buck to make.

He started to make breakfast for himself and Buck, extending the olive branch, he’d leave half of the stuff for Buck to reheat when he came down. As he was about halfway through, he heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen followed by a loud fart. Yep, that was Buck coming. He was getting ready to confront his big cousin. Buck came into the kitchen and Lewis had his back to him at the oven, it was quiet, while Buck read the note.

“Aww, good, glad there’s at least one girly left here to make me my breakfast” Buck quipped, laughing at his own joke.

That enraged Lewis though, who replied “Fuck off Buck, stop being such a dick to me! I was trying to be nice making you breakfast!”

“Woah there! Don’t snap at me, I was just making a joke.” Buck replied huffily, annoyed at Lewis snapping his head off for no reason.

“Yeah, well it’s not funny, I’m not a sissy and I’m not weak!”

“Well the room your staying in would suggest differently! And the fact that you’re now making breakfast for a real man” Buck laughed back, he wasn’t going to be told what to do by his little bitch cousin. “And let’s face it, you do have a weak body, little guy!”

Lewis was stunned. “Fuck you.” Was all that he said. He was absolutely raging. His cousin was being such a jerk. “Just because I’m not a disgusting pig doesn’t make me less of a man. I can do any of the shit you can do.”

At this point Buck saw an opportunity. He saw a way that his summer could get a little less boring, and he was about to manipulate this situation to his advantage.

“O.k then man, prove it!” Buck replied. “Let’s have a little competition. I’ve got to move a shit ton of logs on the farm today, why don’t you come help? Who ever moves the most logs wins.”

Lewis saw this as an opportunity to finally get his cousin off of his back once and for all. He would use this to get this oaf to leave him alone all summer. “Fine, but when I win you have to leave me alone, no more comments, no farting and burping on me… and you have to switch rooms with me!” Lewis replied cockily, using the opportunity to get everything he wanted.

“Alright deal, and what do I get if I win?” Replied Buck, knowing full well that he wanted his little cousin to become his bitch to bully for the whole summer.

“Well, emmm, what do you want?” Replied Lewis, he hadn’t exactly thought that Buck would want anything for winning, so he was a bit confused. But hey, he was going to win, so what did it matter.

“Ok, well, what about this, whoever looses becomes the winners bitch for the whole summer?” Buck replied, grinning. “ They have to do whatever the other person says, no matter what, unless it’s illegal or will harm them.”

Lewis thought about it for a minute, this was a whole other level. Although he felt confident he would win, he was strong, even though he was short. And it would be great to have the chance to humiliate Buck all summer. He would have him making him breakfast in Ester’s panties, and cleaning the toilet.

“Deal” said Lewis, walking over and shaking Bucks hand. Buck grinned. “Ok, well get ready we’re going to move those logs. And to make sure we don’t back out of the bet we’ll lock naked photos of ourselves in a box, and the winner can keep the key. Ok?”

Lewis did think that was weird, but agreed, he’d need something to make sure Buck did everything he was told.

And with that both guys ate their breakfasts and headed out, determined to beat the other into submission.

***

Lewis couldn’t believe it as he and Buck re-entered the farmhouse that afternoon. He had lost. He hadn’t been able to move as many logs as his cousin, and he was devastated.

Buck on the other hand was delighted. He had his own personal bitch to bully and humiliate for the whole summer. And he knew Lewis wouldn’t even be able to fight back because he had that picture for blackmail. He had some great plans for him.

“Right bitchboy” Buck said as they walked through the door. “My parents are still out and I’m hungry, so you can make me some dinner and then we’ll get started with our tasks.” He clapped his hands, stripped to his underwear and lay his sweaty body back in the nearest armchair.

Ok, Lewis thought, this could be worse. He could handle making some dinner right now. He was dreading this, but knew that he was stuck in this situation.

“Ok, so will I just heat up that pizza in the fridge for us then?” Lewis asked.

“That will just be for me. You can have the small tub of salad later. Now hurry up and make me that, then strip to your underwear, bring it through and kneel in front of me on the floor.” Buck ordered.

Lewis went to answer back, but the look Buck gave him suggested he not do that. He knew this would only continue to get worse so he just had to suck it up and do what he was ordered. At least if he went to the kitchen he would get to be away from Buck’s BO stench for some time. Every cloud I suppose.

5 minutes later, Lewis was in his underwear, kneeling infront of Buck, who was lounging in his own man sweat with a beer and some pizza. Buck was very happy, Lewis was extremely unhappy.

Buck spoke first. “Ok, so we’ll get into things properly tomorrow, but a few ground rules tonight, first you have to address me as daddy.”

Lewis groaned. He knew that this was Bucks way to humiliate him and make him feel small. And it was working.

“Secondly, starting tomorrow, you’ll only be wearing Esthers old girlie panties, much more appropriate for a sissy like you! Oh, and you’ll be removing all body hair below your neck too!” Buck laughed. God, he loved how much of an evil bastard he could be. And he loved that look of despair on Lewis’s face. Hilarious. “If you agree, say yes daddy!”

Lewis was by this point red with rage and embarrassment. He just stared at the floor, dejected unable to meet his cousins eyes, humiliated. He whispered, “yes daddy.”

Buck smiled. He had this little butch exactly where he wanted him. “Anyway, while I eat my pizza and watch some tv I want you to lick the rancid sweat off of my sweaty feet.”

Lewis now looked up at his cousin with pleading eyes. He couldn’t do that. It was just too gross. “Please.” Was all he said.

Buck opened his mouth and Lewis thought that he might take pity on him. But he was so wrong! “Oh, and go nice and slow, I want you to savour the taste, so you never forget what a real man tastes like.”

Lewis tried his best to switch his brain off. He lowered his head, holding back his gagging. The sheer cheesy smell of Bucks feet was making his eyes water. Slowly he stuck out his tongue, and got the first taste of his cousins awful foot sweat.

Buck smiled, and began devouring his pizza in a rather disgusting fashion as Lewis degraded himself, licking his feet. He was extremely happy. Wiggling his toes in his cousins mouth, slapping his face about with his feet. He was in his element! Lewis on the other hand was hating every moment of this. His cousin was an asshole and the whole time he was performing this task he was thinking of ways to get back at him.

“Right, now on to the main event, I want you to suck my farts. From the hole. Since you love them so much.” Said Buck, his mouth still full with his last bite of pizza. He was grinning from ear to ear, he was happy in his element, he loved giving a good old face farting!

Lewis sat back up on his knees, a look of shock and disgust spread across his face. Not that. Please not that. “Bu..” He began to say before Buck cut him off.

“Get your face in my ass, or everyone will see that teeny naked cock of yours bitchboy.” Buck threatened, spreading his legs and letting out the most horrendous shitty stench from his groin. A stench so bad it made Lewis gag. Dejected and deflated Lewis lowered his head once again, this time into the eggy shitty cavern that was Bucks ass.

“Now, while you’re down there enjoying my manly aromas I’m going to keep watching tv, and making some summer plans for me and my butt-boy” Buck said, lounging backwards, and thrusting his boxer clad ass into Lewis face further.

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And there it was. The thing Lewis had been dreading. And the thing Buck had been dying to do. The fart in the face. It smelt like old cabbage, raw sewage and egg. And it made Lewis’ eyes water.

“Suck it up buttercup, I want to hear deep sniffs” Lewis heard Buck say from above.

Lewis sniffed, and he immediately felt light headed. He actually thought he would faint from the smell.

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A second, incredibly loud fart then burst from Bucks asshole. Causing Buck to put his hand on the back of Lewis’ head to stop him from recoiling from it. He wasn’t going to let him get away that easily.

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“Ok now sissypants, that was a nice one there. Brewed especially for you to enjoy.” Buck gloated, proud of the loud manly farts his asshole could produce. “Now, why don’t you kiss my ass, and say thank you daddy for your tasty farts in my face.” Buck laughed, he couldn’t wait to hear this.

Lewis groaned. He was dreading this. He just thought it was best to get this over with. “Thank you daddy for your tasty farts in my face.” Lewis whispered, red faced. He then puckered his lips and leaned forward into Bucks ass, kissing it.

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Just then Buck chose to release a foul smelling fart, right onto Lewis’ lips. God, Lewis was at rock bottom. This was horrendous. Buck on the other hand was on top of the world. This was great.

“Alright, c’mon princess, let’s go upstairs, and you can really see how daddy can destroy a bathroom.”

Lewis was kneeling on the floor in a state of complete shock. He couldn’t quite believe what had happened to him. He had just had a fart blown directly into his mouth. You see he had lost a bet to his disgusting older cousin Buck and was stuck being his bitch for the entire summer. And he had to follow through with it because he’d given Buck a naked photo to blackmail him with if he didn’t.

Buck was beginning to get up from the chair that he had been resting in, and that Lewis was kneeling in front of. “Alright then bitch, lets get up to that bathroom!” Buck said to Lewis, who couldn’t concentrate as he was busy trying to pull back his face from Bucks stinking groin. Buck noticed this and decided to take advantage of the situation. He grinned to himself thinking about the little humiliation he was going to put his cousin through before they went upstairs. It amused him.

“Oh no, this won’t do.” Buck said, in a mock disappointed tone. “You have the gift and privilege of your face being next to the pungent groined a king like me and you have the cheek to pull it away.” Lewis didn’t like where this was going, but he knew it would only get worse asking questions. “I think you need to learn a little respect sissy-boy, so before we go upstairs I have a little exercise for you to do. Firstly remove my underwear.”

Lewis really didn’t like where this was going, he felt Buck was taking this way too far. Rage burned up inside his body. He made eye contact with his cousin standing above him, and defiantly said “No, you’re taking this way too far now Buck, I won’t do it.”

Buck laughed down at him. He knew he would have to batter his cousin into submission at some point, but he didn’t think it would be so soon. He knew he had the upper hand. “I think you will.” He said coldly. “ You see, as well as the naked photos of you, I have videos of you sucking those farts. And believe me, I think if I chose to release all of that it would probably be the end of you, so be a good girl, say sorry for your outburst, and take off Daddies underwear.” Buck knew he had this disobedient little shit right where he wanted him, and he would punish him later for this.

Lewis started to feel himself tear up with anger and humiliation. He truly was trapped. He would be done for if those videos got out. The naked photo he could handle, but Buck had beat him. “Sorry” he whispered, unable to keep eye contact with Buck. He raised his hands up to pull down Bucks underwear.

“For your disobedience I want you to use your mouth. No hands” Buck said.

By this point Lewis was on auto pilot, he was already beer red with emarasment and tearing up so he just did as asked. When his face was up close to Buck’s body he tried to hold his breath as best as he could, the smell of B.O was very overpowering. He manged to even get some in his mouth as he lowered the underwear to Bucks ankles and went back to a kneeling position. He was now face to face with Bucks penis and ballsack. And he was ashamed to say that it was a much more impressive package than his own. Not that he would tell Buck that.

Buck on the other hand knew he had a large penis and loved it. It made him feel like the powerful alpha male that he was. “Right, I want you to repeat after me.” Buck instructed. “Buck has the best penis I have ever seen in my life. It is a privilege to be close to it.”

Lewis groaned interanally. But he repeated what Buck had said, looking at him as he stared down at him with a shit eating grin on his face. Buck continued “Buck’s ballsack is so big and amazing and I love it. I love Bucks groin smells.”

Lewis knew this was a game designed to humiliate him. And he was trying not to let it bother him, but it was bringing too. Again he repeated as his cousin laughed above him. “Please sir, may I have the honour of kissing your penis and licking your balls to show you how much I love them?” Was Bucks final scentence.

No. No no no. Thought Lewis. He hesitated. He was honestly considering running. But he was in the middle of nowhere and only in underwear. Plus Buck would just release the videos and photos of him. Shit. He repeated what Buck had said, hoping that would appease his cousin and he wouldn’t have to go through with the action.

“Go on then. Kiss and lick for Daddy, Princess.” Buck gloated above, he was like an excited kid on Christmas. He loved bullying Lewis, he loved messing with that uptight little fucker.

Quickly Lewis kissed Bucks penis, he wanted to go for the shaft, but Buck shifted at the last minute meaning he got the head. Lewis was grossed out. Buck loved it. He then proceeded to run his tongue over Bucks ballsack, his mouth filling with the salty sweaty taste as he pulled back from the area.

“Good girl, I can tell you enjoyed that.” Buck mocked form above. “Now I want you to crawl behind me as we walk to the bathroom. But any time I stop on the way you have to stop with your face close to my ass, and beg me to fart in your face. Understand?”

Lewis just nodded, he was beginning to feel totally defeated. He didn’t have the energy to fight this. He would just run away back home tomorrow. He would escape this nightmare. “Good then, let’s go, although I should warn you, I have my pre-shit farts right now, and they are very pungent!” Buck laughed, and began to walk to the bathroom, with Lewis crawling behind.

Within about 3 steps he had stopped and Lewis was stuck behind him, on all fours, facing his naked ass.

“Go on. Beg bitchboy.”

Lewis didn’t want to do this. But he knew he was stuck, and at least it was only him and Buck here, nobody else would ever know about this.

“Please an I have a fart?”

“No, no, no, really beg me for it slut. Compliment me, degrade yourself, you’ll have to work for it.”

“Please can this bitch have one of your Godly farts?”

“You’ll have to do better than that sissypants. Really think about what I’d want to hear, give me a speech.”

“Please sir, I am a worthless fart slut, please can I have the honour of you releasing one of your Godlike, alpha man farts in my face?”

“Much better, put it in. Nose to the hole.”

PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTPPPPPFFF

An extremely loud and wet fart burst onto Lewis’s nose. It had the aroma of raw cabbage, old fish and eggs. It was a fart that could clear a room, and being so close to the source made Lewis feel nauseous. Buck continued walking. He stopped just at the foot of the stairs. “Beg, make it better than last time.” He commanded.

“You are a God and your farts are such strong smelling alpha farts that I can’t get the smell out of my nose. Please can this worthless bitch have the honour of another?”

“If you want it that much then alright.” Buck laughed.

FFFFFFRRPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

This fart was longer. Not as loud, but it still stunk. “I want to hear a big sniff.” Buck shouted back to Lewis. Lewis sniffed, sick rose to his mouth, but he was able to control it. This was torture, absolute torture. Buck continued walking, this time making it all the way to the door of the bathroom before stopping. “Go.” Was all he said.

“I am a fart slut. I love the smell of alpha males farts and you are a strong masculine alpha male who has the best farts. Please sir can this worthless sissy have a fart in the face?”

“Very good. You learn fast. You can get one, but first I need you to oink for me piggy. Then you can clamp your lips around my hole and taste my specially brewed gas.”

This was so unbelievably degrading. Lewis actually didn’t know if he could do this. This would literally strip him of the very little pride he had left. It took him some time to process what he was about to do. Face beef red with embarrassment, he oinked. And quickly calmped his lips round Buck’s hole.

FFFFFFFRRRRRRPPPPRRRTTRTRRRRRRPPPFF

Disgusting. That was lol Lewis could think, and taste. He had truly hit rock bottom. Buck meanwhile was on top of the world. He had his own personal bitch, on call 24/7. And he was going to use it to his advantage. He wanted Lewis to feel degraded, that made him feel powerful. So not even acknowledging what just happens Buck entered the bathroom and instructed Lewis to get into the bathtub.

Lewis was confused by the request and didn’t know what Buck was about to do. He was worried. But he was also helpless. He climbed into the bathtub, as his big, stinky, jock, farm boy cousin stood above him, naked, with his hands on his hips.

“I gotta tell you little guy, you are such a good little bitch doing whatever Daddy tells you.” Buck said. Lewis was hopeful at this, maybe Buck was going to be cool and let him go. “So I’ve decided that you deserve a reward, a special reward. The nectar of a God.” Lewis instantly changed his mind, he didn’t like where this was going. “Time for a shower princess!” Buck shouted, with great joy and enthusiasm. He grabbed his penis and quickly released a stream of piss all over Lewis in the bathtub. Lewis froze in complete shock. Buck’s piss stunk. It smelled very strongly, and it was coming out of his penis with such force it was splattering all over Lewis. Buck was loving this, he was having a great time aiming his stream all over Lewis’s body, getting it in his face and hair was especially fun he thought!

Lewis just lay there. He was stuck. Stuck with Buck. This was going to be a long summer.