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Fictional Fantasies : A Hero's Desire

"Man please don't....I won't tell anyone please! Not again!" Those are the last words you get out before Peter Parker shoots his webbing on your lips, removing your ability to speak, but more importantly, making it so you can only breath through your nose. You try your best at the web restraints that held your legs against the floor, your wrists against the side of the chair, and your neck against the edge of the cushion. It was all useless as he lowered, using his suit covered ass to push your head back flat against the cushion of the chair, already indented a little from the last 3 days. Peter had asked you if you would let him try sitting on your face to see if you both like it. You did until the sweat and farts started, but he clearly loved it. So much so that when you tried to tap out he webbed you in place and started farting up your nose. Now it was day 4 and he showed no intention of slowing down on his new addiction.

Jayce (top image)

Willis (bottom image)

Like many others in my world, I manifested my powers during puberty. The first time it happened, I accidentally broke a vase with my mind during an argument. From that point on, life at home got... complicated. My emerging telekinetic abilities made day-to-day living unpredictable and tense, barley 1% of humans have supernatural abilities, and my parents, being your run of the mill powerless humans didn’t make things any better.

So, like most teenagers with supernatural abilities, I was sent off to a private academy to hone my powers. After high school, I enrolled at one of the most prestigious hero colleges in the U.S.—Ridgemore U. Becoming an actual superhero had never really interested me, but I figured there had to be other ways I could use my abilities to help people.

The dorms on campus were large and surprisingly spacious, with sleek, futuristic sliding doors that had to be at least nine feet tall, clearly built to accommodate a wide variety of students with unique traits. As I stepped into my room and began unpacking, I found myself wondering, What kind of freak needs doors that tall?

That’s when my roommate arrived.

A towering, muscular young man ducked slightly under the doorframe to enter the room. My jaw nearly dropped. He introduced himself as Willis Miller, and his enormous hand completely engulfed mine in a handshake.

"Uh... Jayce, nice to meet you," I answered awkwardly.

Willis was a miniature giant among men. His presence alone filled the room. As we both unpacked our things, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at him when he wasn’t looking. Beyond his height, he was honestly kind of stunning dark brown hair almost black, a strong jawline, a thick, athletic linebacker build, and a slight red flush on his cheeks. His school-logo t-shirt was drenched at the armpits and stretched over his torso, showcasing his broad shoulders, solid pecs, and huge arm muscles. But the part that really drew my attention was his ass perfectly round and far too tempting not to notice. Every time he bent down to dig something out of his duffel bag, my eyes drifted back to it.

As we got settled, we started talking and getting to know each other. Eventually, we revealed our powers. Willis shared that he was the son of the former hero ,Titus." Suddenly, his size made a lot more sense. Titus had been a popular, though somewhat niche, hero back in the '90s. He was famous for his staggering height 8 feet 5 inches, which made him one of the world’s tallest heroes. Along with his super strength and durability, he was a fan favorite.

Now I was sharing a room with his son, who had inherited his abilities and then some. I resisted the urge to ask, but he had to be at least 9 feet tall.

Willis had a chill, easygoing jock energy to him the type of guy who’d probably been popular in high school without even trying. His voice was deep, and his sentences had a charming slowness to them. He was like an oversized himbo. That kind of relaxed confidence helped put me at ease, at least a little.

After we finished unpacking, our stomachs started to grumble, so we decided to check out the cafeteria. As Willis led the way, I trailed a step behind, trying not to stare. His basketball shorts clung tightly to his huge glutes, each step sending a hypnotic bounce through that massive bubble butt. It was like watching a work of art move in slow motion. I had to literally shake my head to snap myself out of it.

Once we got to the cafeteria, my first-day nerves limited me to just a small sandwich. Willis, on the other hand, put away a borderline ridiculous amount of food four double cheeseburgers with fries, a personal pan pizza, two large chocolate milkshakes, and for dessert, a giant cookie and soft serve. It was like watching a human garbage disposal in action. He didn’t even look remotely full afterward. Casually, he let out a deep 10-second belch and blew it to the side. But for the next few minutes, I could smell the meaty stench of it in the air.

As we were tossing out our trays, I caught a strange look on his face. It was subtle, like he was trying to suppress something, but I didn’t think much of it. We decided to head back to the dorm to charge our phones before heading out to explore campus some more.

Walking back, Willis led the way again, his long legs carrying him smoothly down the hall. Suddenly, he stopped short, and I nearly bumped into him. Before I could ask what was wrong, he lifted one leg slightly and let out a massive fart.

It was thunderous. Easily 20 seconds long. Loud enough to echo down the hallway and rattle the nearby windows like a mini-earthquake. Then the smell hit me.

A wave of hot, putrid air slammed into my face like a wall. It was awful a sickening mix of rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and sewage. I felt my face heat up and the bile rise in my throat, but I forced it back down, swallowing hard.

Willis turned around, face flushed but with a mischievous smirk.

“Phew,” he said, fanning the air behind him. “Guess two milkshakes and ice cream was overkill. Dairy’s tearing me up.”

I tried to laugh, to keep it light, but I was genuinely getting dizzy from the lingering stench. Willis’s smile faltered slightly, replaced with concern as he looked me over.

“Come on, buddy, let’s get you some fresh air,” he said, guiding me gently with his huge hand on my back.

He led me far enough down the hall that the air was clean again free from the noxious cloud he’d unleashed and I started to feel a bit better. My head was still spinning slightly, but at least I could breathe again.

Dazed, I looked up at Willis. He wore a lopsided expression part guilty, part amused.

“Sorry about that, bro,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should’ve warned you before I let one rip. You okay though? You were looking a little lightheaded back there. Wouldn’t be the first time someone’s passed out, I’ll tell you that much.”

I blinked at him, trying to gauge whether he was joking or being serious.

“Yeah... I’m fine, don’t worry,” I said, unsure if I should laugh or be concerned.

He grinned wide, clearly enjoying my reaction, but there was a flicker of sincerity behind his eyes like he genuinely hoped I was okay, even if he thought it was kind of funny.

When we arrived back at the dorm, Willis pulled out the bed extender he was provided for his size accommodations and snapped it into place before collapsing onto his mattress. He kicked off his sneakers with a heavy thud and laid back, scrolling through his phone for a bit.

That’s when I caught a glance that made me whip my head around in awe. I hadn’t really noticed before, but his feet and his shoes were massive. Possibly bigger than my entire lower arm. If I had to guess just from looking…

Then, just as suddenly, that same lightheaded feeling from earlier returned. The sharp stench of his foot odor began to fill the room like an invisible gas bomb. It was like he marinated old cheese in warm vinegar and let his feet soak in it overnight. My nose wrinkled, and I tried not to gag.

Willis glanced over and caught me staring. He grinned.

“Yeah, they’re huge, right?”

I tried to play it cool, pretending I wasn’t looking but he saw right through me.

“Nah, bro, no shame in it. I’m a big guy. I get that you’re probably curious. Size 34, before you ask. And I’m a tad over 9’5 nowadays.”

My mouth nearly dropped open.

“Thirty-four?? I—I didn’t even know they made shoes that big,” I stammered.

“They don’t,” he laughed. “But it helps that my dad was famous in his glory days and can pay for custom pairs whenever I need ’em. The money from his merch loyalties alone is enough to keep our family comfortable.”

“Uh—royalties,” I corrected.

“Yeah, those things,” he said.

Then he nodded toward the corner where I left my shoes. “What about you, big man?”

Something about the way he called me big man, even though it couldn’t be further from the truth, made my heart skip a beat.

“Size 10,” I said, suddenly a little self-conscious of my completely normal feet.

Willis looked like he was doing the math in his head, then chuckled. “Damn… I haven’t worn shoes that small since I was a kid.”

He stared at me for a beat, then noticed my discomfort and the lightheadedness from the stink still encircling the room.

“Oh shit, my bad, bro,” he said, quickly getting up and sliding the window open. “I forget how bad these dogs can reek after being cooped up all day.”

Cool air rushed in, and the worst of the smell began to slowly disperse. He glanced back at me.

“You good?”

Snapping out of my daze, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good,” he said with a relieved sigh, though the air still hung heavy with the scent of foot funk. It was the second time this giant of a man had nearly rendered me unconscious with his stink.

And if I’m being completely honest with myself... it was a little bit attractive.

As I was lost in thought, trying not to look visibly overwhelmed, he caught the expression on my face and decided to come clean.

“This might sound weird,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck, “but it’s kind of part of my powers, well.. kinda. I mean, I’m obviously way bigger and stronger than the average human... but I’m also, like, ten times as smelly.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “Big man, big stink. Kinda like an extra power if you wanna look at it that way.”

I blinked at him, stunned.

“All my life I’ve had issues keeping my odor in check,” he continued. “Especially when it comes to gas. It’s bad, man. Like, hazardous levels of bad. That earlier comment I made? About people passing out? I wasn’t joking. I’ve knocked out more folks than I can count.”

He was so casual about it, so matter-of-fact, that I had to strain not to get turned on. I tried not to think too hard about it, but his lingering foot odor still in the air only made the task more difficult.

When he finished explaining, his expression turned a little guilty.

“I should’ve said something earlier. You totally have the right to talk to the housing office if you want a new roommate. I’d get it, seriously.”

But I surprised him and maybe even myself when I shook my head.

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll stick around.”

His eyes lit up. A wide, grateful grin spread across his face.

“I knew you were cool, bro,” he said, walking over and picking me up in a hug that was just a bit too tight. “We’re gonna be best buds. Trust me you’ll get used to it in no time.”

“Mmmhh...” I muttered, my face sandwiched between his meaty pecs.

Then, just as I was starting to feel a little more grounded, that mischievous glint returned to his eyes. He put me down.

“Speaking of…”

He suddenly spun around, and before I could react, he let loose another fart in my direction one somehow louder and longer than the first. The force shook the dorm room like a subwoofer at full volume, vibrating the walls and floor and blowing back my hair.

Then the smell hit, even more terrible than before. The heat was like standing in front of an open oven.

Before I could even fully process what just happened, my vision started to blur.

This is gonna be a long semester, I thought to myself as everything faded to black.

*Feel free to comment on reblog with how this would ideally go for you*

Situation 1 - Tao

You wake up as normal, drowning in your duvet, hot as could be. The smell of coffee invaded your nose through the small opening in your doorway. This was a regular occurrence as your roommate and best friend Tao made coffee for everyone in the morning. You exit the door, egger to get the freshly brewed coffee as always. However, this morning, you were surprised. You were greeted by Tao, wearing only an apron and a white jockstrap. His slightly tan cheeks are fully exposed and make you hard almost instantly as you stare at them. You knew Tao was Bi but never thought of him this way, until now. You couldn't handle it. You dropped to your knees, boner stretching your tight boxers as you shuffled forward. You reach for Taos' glorious cheeks and pull them apart before diving in. The smell is manly and yet pleasant as Tao is hygienic. You push further and further until your face is practically glued to his crack as you start to suffocate. He starts lightly moaning above you as a barage of manly sounding farts hit your nostrils head on. Taos ass may smell heavenly, but his gas is hell. Your eyes watered as his gas seemed never-ending. You weren't for backing down now, though. You came this far, so why not keep going. Your world starts to go black as you huff on his farting hole with your head smothered in ass. Eventually, you do suffocate with lings full of gas.

You wake up hard as a rock with precum, soaking you boxers, and a wide smile on your face. You smell coffee and walk to the door, realising it was simply a dream. You open the door and see Tao in his apron and tight bottoms. Your cock pulses, still hard from the dream, getting worse as you look down to his ass. "Coffee? Or did you want something else?" Tao asks, not looking at you and unaware of your stares. After that dream, would you risk the friendship for that ass?

Ray always hated flying. Long TSA lines, long bordering process and tight spaces.Unfortunately due to his work he’s constantly traveling. This time around his employers were nice enough to upgrade his seat to first class!Ray has never flown first class so he didn’t know what to expect.

As he was let on the plane it didn’t take him long to find his seat. As he quickly noticed first class wasn’t as fancy as he thought, but at least it’s two seats near each other rather than the usual three so he has a little more room. As he put his luggage on the top bin, he noticed a tiny speck on the seat of the chair. It was a tiny man!

Ray looked at he ticket, looked at the seat he was in and politely asked. “Oh excuse me,i think you’re in my seat…”

The tiny just looked up at him and smiled back. “Oh i know, it’s just i prefer the window seat i like looking outside.”

This left him stumped. How can a tiny like him even look out the window? “Uh. Ok…. but you can’t even see that well…”

The tiny looked offended. “How dare you? I can see just fine. All i have to do is just look up!”

At this point Ray was upset. “Alright little man i’m not going back and forth with you, are you going to move to your seat or not?”

The tiny crossed his arms and looked the other way. “Get the flight attendants for all i care but i am not moving one inch from this seat.”

Ray was past being annoyed, in the heat of the moment, he quickly approached his assigned seat and plopped down on the tiny.

His tiny screams muffled and vibrated into his ass. laughed. “Sorry man, you said it yourself, you won’t move an inch. I just had to take matters in to my own hands…. or should i say butt!”

After some continued screaming and squirming the plane was finally fully boarded and ready for take off. As the flight attendant approached with her food cart and asked if there was something he’d liked to eat or drink. After all the flight was going to be a couple hours long. The tiny tried screaming once more to get the flight attendants attention, quickly clenched his cheeks to further muffle his cries

“Did you hear something?” asked the flight attendant.

“Nope! All i hear is the engine of the plane!But i’ll take a beer and a sandwich”

The flight attendant quickly dismissed her concern. “Right…i’ll be back with your things in a second”

She nervously fumbled through the cart and handed him his order. Ray thanked the lady and proceeded to chow down on his meal.

A couple minutes after finishing his meal, could feel the bubbles in his stomach coming in. A wicked smile grew on his face as he unleashed a SBD fart on the tiny man. He instantly began thrashing about under Ray.

As he chuckled to himself he noticed that after unloading that death bomb of a fart it didnt smell! “Huh… seems this guy is good for something…”

To test his theory he let out another small toot. After sniffing the air he was amazed! To his surprise the tiny was doing a good job filtering his farts!

“Sorry little man, i was going to let you out but there’s no way i’m letting my little fart filter go so easy…” said loud enough that the tiny could hear.

spent the whole plane ride unleashing gas bomb after bomb onto the poor tiny. Before long the 7 hour flight came to an end and stood up to look down at the tiny.

Any notable issues will be fixed in the coming weeks. Shatterstone college Bios will be added before I begin the college posts. Expect frequent updates with summer posts added to the archive, bios updated, and commissions added. For archive I recommend setting it to print layout. Dirty Desires, Kink Resort, and Other content sections of archive to be added in the mid summer break of the blog :)

Dirty Desires : Master Bruce's Bedside Sniffer

You close your eyes as the sound of his fart fills your ears. For the last hour you were eagerly sniffing the stinking air while you kneeled at his bedside hoping he would not wake up for a few more hours. "Thank you Master" you whisper, slightly gagging on the fart that was undoubtedly the product of the eggs he ate last night. He was luch gassier in his sleep, but you didn't care though, each fart induced gag was an honour in your eyes. Afterall no other sub would ever be in this position. Things just lined up perfectly, you were looking to serve, and he was traveling to your city but didn't want to pay extortionate hotel prices. Naturally you offered your place. His only condition was that you were not to look at his face without him wearing his dom mask. Now here you are, kneeling at the side of your guest bed sniffing your masters farts in your own home.

Dom Qoutes : Season 7 : FaceThrone

You are going to stay right there, desperate and gasping for your face to be shoved into my ass. The smell is already turning you on, making you weaker as the seconds pass. Once you beg enough for it, I'll shove you in and begin your new life!

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. Contains male fart fetish content.

I was jolted awake by the smell of rotten eggs assaulting my nose. My friend was squatting over me laughing. It's times like these that made me think getting an apartment together after college was a mistake. Yes splitting rent made things more affordable, but at what cost? I couldn't even take a nap on the couch without putting myself at risk of falling victim to his gassy ass. He knew I hated his gas, but he farted on me anyway. He knew anytime I smelled his farts it brought me back to the traumatic prank he played on me, but that only seemed to make him want to fart on me more.

After school ended, he went into the fumigation business full-time. He was apparently so good at it that the owner of the company he had been working at part-time during college offered him a full-time position as soon as classes ended and before we even officially graduated. Of course he gladly accepted. I, on the other hand, went the more traditional route of going through a painful job search before finally getting an offer for a job tangentially related to my major. The work was mostly menial, but it was remote and the pay was decent so I really couldn't complain. It was nice to have to house to myself for most of the day and be free from my friend's gas.

Working remotely was nice, because it allowed me to flex my schedule and take breaks/naps as needed, which is exactly what I was trying to do before my friend so rudely awoke me. Apparently he forgot his lunch so he stopped home to grab it between job sites. He saw me napping on the couch and couldn't resist. I groaned.

Me: “Don't you need to save your gas for work?”

Him: “Nah, I have plenty to go around - more than enough for work and to blast you whenever I want.”

Me: “Why do you do this to me? You know I hate it.”

Him: “You just answered your own question.

Me: “You do it because I hate it?”

Him: “Duh. It wouldn't be as fun if you didn't.”

He laughed. I didn't think it was funny.

Him: “Anyway, I better head out and get back to work. The termites aren't going to exterminate themselves and I can't afford to slack off now. The company retreat is coming up and rumor has it that I'm a shoo-in for the employee of the year award.”

Me: “Employee of the year, really? Don't you just fart into an A/C and have it blow your gas around? How do they even decide who does that the best?”

Him: “You underestimate me. I haven't had to use an A/C on a job site for ages now. All my training and diet changes have really increased my gut strength and helped ensure maximum fart output. I'm one of the few employees that can gas out an entire house just by letting rip into the vents - no A/C or other assistance needed.”

Me: “BS! Your gas may be powerful, but no one can fully gas out an entire house by themselves. You have to be using a fan or something to help spread your gas around. It would take too long otherwise and you'd lose business.”

Him: “Is that so? Why don't you take the afternoon off and come with me to the next job site and see for yourself?”

Me: “Nice try. I'm never going near another one of your job sites, not after what happened last time.”

Him: “I'm serious! Why not put your money where your month is? I could make it worth your while.”

Me: “What do you have in mind?”

Him: “We make it a bet. If I can gas out the entire house with no assistance or aides like I said, then I win. If not, then you win. You can be there to observe and make sure I don't cheat.”

Me: “What do I get if I win?”

Him: “I give in and won't fart around you anymore.”

Me: “For how long?”

Him: “Forever.”

Me: “And what do you get if you win?”

Him: “You have to shove your face in my ass and inhale my farts directly from the source for 10 minutes.”

Me: “Dude that's brutal. That would absolutely suck!”

Him: “Obviously. You're not supposed to get off easy if you lose.”

Me: “……so you would really never fart around me again if I win.”

Him: “I'm a man of my word. I've never welched on a bet before.”

Me: “How big is the house you have to fumigate?”

Him: “Pretty big……”

Me: “………ok, you're on!”

And with that, off to the job site we went.

…

When we got there my friend started to get set up. He was right about the size of the house. I noticed that instead of the harness he had last time that filtered his gas into the A/C using a hose, he had a new harness that hooked right into the air intake vent that would allow him to create an airtight seal between the vent and his ass. This got me a little worried, but I was still confident that I would win. There's no way a single person could fill an entire house with gas, especially one this big. He finished getting his harness set up and said there was one thing left to do before starting the fumigation. Before I could ask what it was, he picked up his tool bag with one hand and hoisted me over his shoulder with the other. I protested and asked what he was doing, but he didn't answer. Instead he carried me right into the house. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was stronger than me and was able to prevent me from getting away. At this point I knew exactly what he was planning and I was pretty pissed. He put me down at the bottom of a staircase and, before I could even react, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his tool bag, handcuffed me to the railing, and the stared down at my grinning.

Him: “Walked right into that one didn't you?”

Me: “Come on man, you can't do this to me again. It's not funny!”

Him: “It's freakin hilarious!”

Me: “This wasn't part of the bet!”

Him: “I mean we did agree you would observe, we just never specified where you would be observing from. How are we gonna know if the house is fully gassed out without having some sort of judge? It's the only way to keep the bet fair.”

Me: “Seriously. I'm not kidding. You need to let me go!”

Him: “I'm not kidding either. This is gonna happen and you're not in any position to argue otherwise. Now we need to do something about that mouth of yours. You're really starting to annoy me.”

I tried to argue more, but he pulled out a roll of duct tape. He also produced a little pill seemingly out of nowhere. He shoved the pill in my mouth and then wrapped the lower half of my face with duct tape. I yelled at him as loud as I could, even though it was now muffled, and started kicking him. He responded by taping my legs together. I was now fully immobilized. I couldn't believe I was in this position again.

Him: “In case you were wondering, the pill is a stimulant. It'll prevent you from passing out. Figure you'll enjoy this more if you don't miss half of it. I also have one more surprise to make things even more fun for you. I was thinking, what could be worse than being subjected to my gas again like this? Then it hit me, what if I forced you to get off to my farts. That would really suck, wouldn't it?”

He grinned again and pulled something else out of his tool bag. Then he showed me what it was: a vibrator. He grabbed my dick through through my shorts and duct taped the vibrator to it. I was so shocked by all this that I gave up on fighting and just looked back at him with pleading eyes. He laughed and turned on the vibrator. A jolt of pleasure went though my body and I moaned.

Him: “There we go. That shouldn't be enough to fully get you off, but it'll definitely keep you aroused the entire time. Not exactly the state you want to be in when you're huffing farts, but it's not like you have a choice. Who knows, maybe this will make you fall in love with my gas. Only one way to find out I guess. Time to get this show on the road. You may not enjoy this, but I know I will!”

He walked away laughing, leaving me there dreading what was to come. After a few minutes, the loudest fart I've ever heard came through the vents. Unlike last time, I didn't have the A/C kicking on as warning that he was about to start, so the sound of the fart made me jump (as much as I could in my position). Then there was another fart that was even louder and longer…and another. They just kept on coming. It wasn't until the smell hit me that it fully dawned on me that this was happening again. It was even worse than I remember it being. It seemed almost inhuman for a person to have gas this intense.

Maybe the stench was getting to my head or maybe it was the horniness from the vibrator, but it almost seemed like his gas was so powerful that it was causing the walls to shake. Having learned from last time, I closed my eyes before the stinging started. His gas seemed to smell worse and worse with each breath. My dick started to leak precum and I felt disgusted with myself. I shouldn't be able to stay horny in an environment like this. Yet here I was. I felt so stupid for letting him put me in this situation again. The sudden realization that I was gonna lose the bet made me feel even worse. The stimulant did its job and prevented me from passing out. With nothing else to do, mind went numb and I just sat there choking on his gas with my dick leaking like a faucet…for 2 hours.

…

After it was all over and my friend let me go, we drove home in silence. He tried to laugh it off and brag about winning the bet, but I didn't even respond. I wanted nothing to do with him right now and decided to give him the silent treatment. Like last time, the stench of his gas was imprinted on my sense of smell for weeks and it took even longer for me to be able to go out in public without people gagging when they walked near me (no matter how much I showered). I was finally able to ditch the smell and I did go back to talking to my friend, but I was still really pissed at him. The least he could have done was apologize and admit he took things too far, but that never happened. I was pleasantly surprised that he at least didn't bring up the fact that I lost the bet.

I almost thought he had forgotten about it completely until Labor Day weekend. It was Friday evening, and one of our mutual friends was throwing a party to celebrate the long weekend. I was chilling on the couch when he got home. We chatted for a bit and he explained that he just finished fumigating an entire office building. He was really proud of himself because this was the first time he had tackled a building that large without the help of the A/C. I gave him a half-hearted congrats. He said he was feeling so good, that he thought now was the perfect time to collect on our bet as a reward. I told him that he got enough from me when he fumigated me against my will for the second time. He was insistent though and said if I didn't honor my part of the bet, he would tell everyone at the party tonight that I was a welcher. He also said that he would tell them about my second fumigation experience and how I got off to his gas. I knew that wasn't fair, but I definitely didn't need my other friends to find out about that humiliating ordeal so I relented. After all, it would only be for 10 minutes.

Right when I was about to get into position, he said he needed to get something first. He came back with a weird looking harness. He must have sensed my confusion because he explained that he intended to harness me in place to ensure that I didn't back out. I told him there's no way that was happening so he said that we should probably head to the party then so he could reveal all to our friends. Feeling like I had no other choice, I begrudgingly agreed. He pulled out a roll of duct tape and said he was going to gag me. Tired of arguing at this point, I let him do it in hopes that we could get this over with faster. Then he handed me a pair of kneepads saying they would make me more comfortable. Without further ado, I got into position behind him. He was wearing tight jeans and he slowly rolled the back of them down, revealing that he was wearing equally tight boxer briefs that really hugged his ass and highlighted the crevice of his crack. I barely had time to take it all in before he grabbed me and shoved my nose directly into that crevice. He tightened the harness around my head and started the ten minute timer.

His ass stunk worse than I expected. That’s when it occurred to me that he hadn't showered or changed his clothes since he got home from work. Then the farts started. Each one was massive and literally rattled my skull. And the stench was unreal. I had survived two fumigations and been farted on many times by him before, but nothing compared to smelling his gas straight from the source. This was a whole other level. My eyes flooded with tears and I thought my nose was gonna fall off. When the timer finally went off, it felt like it had been ten years instead of ten minutes. I waited for him to let me go, but instead he said that it was time to head to the party and walked towards the door. I started freaking out and slapping his hips with my hands, but he kept going.

Next thing I knew we were outside. I couldn't believe this was happening. My friend was actually walking down the street with me harnessed to his ass. Anytime people walked by us, they would laugh and make jokes at my expense. I tried as hard as I could to pull out of the harness, but it was no use. Even though the sun had set, it was still pretty warm out so it wasn't long before my friend’s ass started to sweat. Feeling his ass sweat on my face was gross - the constant farting made it even worse. After a half hour, we finally made it to the party. Everyone there burst out laughing as soon as we walked in. My friend lied and said that I had a thing for his ass and begged him to do this for me. People kept on coming up to him and asking him to fart to which he gladly obliged. The host even gave him leftover Taco Bell from the fridge, which only made things worse for me. At one point, people asked if they could take pictures and videos of us. My friend said no to my relief, but then followed that up with “not unless you make sure my face isn't visible and tag him in whatever you post online.” I screamed into his ass. This was hell. My life as I knew it was over.

After hours of absolute torture, which included my friend drunkenly dancing with my face in his ass, the party died down. My friend said his goodbyes and then walked home (with me still strapped to his ass, of course). I had given up complaining. I was ready to just get home so he could let me go and then I could pack my stuff and stay in a hotel for a few days until I could find a new apartment in another state. However, when we got home, my friend didn't let me out like I expected. Instead, he started going through his bedtime routine. Finally, I struggled hard enough that he acknowledged me.

Him: “Yeah, I know tonight was pretty rough for you. I've been planning this for a while and I had a feeling you might not fully enjoy it. That said, let me tell you how things are gonna be from now on. First things first, next week you're gonna call your boss and quit your job. Then, you're going to sign a contract with the fumigation company to become my assistant. Per the contract, as my assistant you'll have to be inside every building I fumigate and you'll also have to sniff my gas between jobs whenever I ask you to. The contract also stipulates that your salary will go into my bank account so that I can use it to help pay for rent, utilities, groceries, and whatever else I want. That will also help ensure you never have enough money to move out and get a place of your own. As an extra bonus, we added a clause that makes it so that quitting within the first ten years of signing the contract will be considered breach of contract. Doesn't that sound great?”

I screamed into his ass and pounded his hips with my fists.

Him: “Yeah, I knew you'd like it. I imagine you'll need some time to think it over though. It's Friday night now and since Monday is Labor Day and we're both off, I figured I'll keep you strapped to my ass until Monday night. That way you'll be in the perfect environment to process all this. By then, I'm sure you'll want out of my ass so badly and be so thirsty and hungry, that signing the contract will be a no brainer.”

I went ballistic. There's no way he could keep me strapped to his ass for three days without food or water. I had to get out, but the harness was unyielding.

Him: “Hey, settle down! It’s time for me to go to bed. If you don't stop screaming and hitting me, tomorrow I'll eat an entire can of baked beans and go for a run to get nice and sweaty.”

That shut me up. I was trapped. He pulled down the back of his underwear and tightened the harness more, sealing me between his bare ass cheeks.

Him: “Well good night! Just so you know, my night farts are the worst…”

Tags/Warnings: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Willing Victim, Underwear Farting, Semi-Public

"Trick or treat?"

But a trick was all Matt had in mind tonight.

The jack-o’-lantern underwear stretched taut across his ass, the orange fabric glowing under the porch light. It was the annual ADULT Trick or Treat in the gayborhood and Matt, like many men, wore next to nothing for their costume.

While waiting for trick-or-treaters, Matt had eaten all the candy. “Sorry, I don’t have any candy left,” Matt said to the buff men dressed as gladiators on his porch, “But maybe you’d like this candy instead?”

The men’s eyes glazed over with lust as Matt turned, pressed his palms against the doorframe, and arched his back until the carved pumpkin face on his underwear stretched into a leering grin. The fabric thinned dangerously over his plump ass as he spread his legs wide.

 *Phhhhwwwooorrrrrtttttt*

The fart ripped obscenely loud, a bass note that shook the welcome mat underneath him. Candy always gave him wicked gas. He grunted and let another fart rip at the stunned men.

“I’m out of candy, so you’ll have to enjoy my tricks.”

*BBBRRRAAPAPPPPTPTPPT*

“Stinky, aren’t they?”

The men began gagging, falling to their knees as the fart fumes choked them, their bags of candy falling to the ground.

Matt chuckled low in his throat. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

He pushed his ass out, grinding his hips, causing his ass cheeks to *BOUNCE-BOUNCE-BOUNCE* with such speed that his pumpkin globes smacked together, making it appear the jack-o’-lantern print of his underwear was laughing.

Matt released another thunderous fart *PRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOTTT-BBRRAAAPPTPTP* that made the porch lights flicker.

*BBBRPRPRPPPAPPTPTPTP*

Green fumes filled the air. Any onlooker would think it was a Halloween fog machine until the noxious smell of sulfur and sour candy hit.

Matt’s cheeks bounced as he farted again. *BBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPT*. The force of the fart made his ass jiggle on its own.

Matt beamed with pride. His candy farts had brought three men to their knees. How many more could he subdue before the night was out? With one final fart to the faces of his three victims, they were knocked unconscious.

*BBBBRRPPRPPAPPPPTPTPTP*

He laughed as he grabbed their bags of candy and said, “Happy Halloween. Thanks for the candy. I needed more fuel for the next fart sniffers.”

"What's your favorite Stinky movie?" The raspy, synthesized voice crackled through the phone. Before Ryan could even process the absurdity, a thick, wet **PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT** blasted through the receiver—a guttural, bubbling expulsion. The vibration rattled his eardrum. His stomach churned as if he could smell it. He always had a weak stomach. He slammed the phone down, heart pounding.

*RING*

He answered the phone again. Silence, then another loud rumbling fart erupted across the phone. *BBBBRBRBRAARRRRPPPTPPTPT* “Should we make a STINKY movie together? My ass needs a sniffer.” *BBBBRBRBBRRRRAAAAAPPP*

He hung up the phone mid-fart.

*RING*

He answered again. “Stop calling,” he demanded.

“Ryan, don’t hang up on me again,” the distorted voice said. “You do that again and I’ll make you stink like my ass FOREVER” *BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPTPTPPTP*

Ryan’s ears rang from the powerful fart.

“How do you know me?” Ryan gagged the words out. The fart was so realistic he actually believed he could smell it. It stank like sour milk and protein.

“That’s not the right question to ask, stink-face.” *BBBBRRAAAAPPPTPTPTPPT*

“What - do - you mean - the right - question?” He managed to say between gags.

“You should ask yourself how long you have till my stinky ass finds you.”

*BBBBRRRRAAAAPPPPTPTPTPPTPTPTPTPPT*

Ryan hung up the phone and ran.

The house smelled of noxious fumes. Farts. Recent farts. He gagged as he raced towards his bedroom. Then he heard it, *BBBRRRAAAPPP* the farts *BBBRRRAAAAPPPT*. The farter was in the house.

He froze in fear.

*BBBRAPPPPTTT*

The farts were all around him.

*BBBRRAPPPPPT*

In every direction, in every shadowy place, the gassy fumes blew at him, causing him to gag.

*BBBRBAPPPPTTT*

Was this one farter or many? He couldn’t tell.

*BBBBRBARRAPPPPTPTP*

He was getting lightheaded. He had to get out before he passed out.

He charged for the front door. He reached for the handle, and *BBBBRRRRAAAAAAPPPPT* a gassy explosion knocked him down from the side.

He looked up with watery eyes and saw the Farter in a mask racing towards him. Ryan tried to move, but the fumes were too much. There was a powerful green haze in the air that made him gag. He tried to beg as the Farter mocked him with his perky, noisy *BBRAAPPPT* ass and watched with terror as the Farter’s nasty, farting ass sat on his face and silenced him for good.