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Laying on the floor I look up to see him towering over me. His large hairy bear bod exposed in full nudity starts to move over me. I only just met him, he had hit me up on grindr after seeing my "interesting" profile. He had never used a rimchair and was eager to try one out. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence for me though. Plenty of eager first timers have all had their chance on the throne by now, but it was still a thrill for me every time.

My face is eclipsed by the shadow of his beefy ass descending towards me. Looking straight up, my rimchair frames the view of his cheeks spreading, rapidly getting closer. A picture I'll never forget. Between his hairy crack his hole winks into view. Suddenly he sits down, my vision now dark. My nose has lined up perfectly into his crack, I push my face deeper into his ass, it hits like a warm, fuzzy pillow-ey bliss. I sniff immediately and am overwhelmed by the smell of his dank rear. He had told me he had been working all day and was ripe when we chatted on grindr.

BRRRRT. As i'm inhaling a short loud fart bursts into my face. I start to breathe in even harder and moan, my nose shoved deep into his hole. The fart was small but pungent. He let's out a quiet chuckle and I thank him for letting me huff his gas. I get to work massaging his hole with my tongue. The taste of the fart lingers in the air and on my tastebuds, now combined with the salty, earthy taste of his sweaty ass. He starts to moan and I hear him jerking his cock, I do the same getting high off the tastes and smells in the fleshy crevice. I love exploring around his crack and taint with my tongue, prodding around trying to find the spots he enjoys the most. I go from swirling my tongue around the rim of his hole, to swiping it up and down his crack. The fuzzy feeling of his hairs tickling my taste buds is amazing, it's worth the stray hair I find in my mouth. I start suck on his taint, right under his balls. His moans get even louder, his breathing heavy too. He tells me not to stop. I suckle on the taint for a while and we both edge our cocks until he tells me to get back to his hole. I move mouth back over, seeing it twitch in excitement. My lips wrap around his pucker as I give it a wet kiss.

PHHHHHMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRT! I'm jolted by the powerful wind ripping and echoing around my mouth and down into my throat. My mind melts into pure euphoria. It's so disgusting but so fucking hot. The fetid air feels heavy in my mouth, it tastes so acrid and rancid yet I love it.

THE FART ROOM [Part 1]

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When your gym crush invited you to a party he was throwing that evening you were ecstatic. You weren't even able tocplay it cool, instead eagerly accepting.

He smiled at your enthusiasm and told you to be there for 19:00, and gave you his address.

Not only were you going to get to spend time with the guy you would secretly check out, but he said it was going to be attended by other guys from the gym so you figured it'd be a good chance to befriend them. Maybe get some tips on how they got in such great shape.

*

You rocked up on time, you thought of being fashionably late after seeming too eager earlier. Butdidn't want to risk looking rude,

He opened the door with a smile when he saw it was you

"Great you're here, come on in"

You entered his home, trying to make friendlyconversation as you kicked off your shoes. Listeningout you couldn't hear any music or any chatter.

"Am I the first to arrive?" It'd be a bit awkward, but at least you could meet each person as they came.

"Yeh, needed to get you in position before my guests arrived".

You paused, confused. "I'm sorry, what do you mean get me in position...and you mean 'other' guests?""

"What? No, mate. This is for my mates at the gym, you know, real builders. Not little guys like you. I mean other than you perving on me we have like no interaction. I invited you here to do us a service."

The amount of revelation stunned you. The admission he knew you oggled him, on top of the insults.

"What service?"

"Here let me show you".

He opened the door to a cupboard under the stairs,and gestured for you to take a look. Leaning in you could see that inside was a large cut out space. Big enough to stand on the end nearest the door, and on the other end, space to sit/kneel. What was more concerning was on the low end there was what looked to be a collar chained to the wall.

It was at this moment you were very aware of the muscular man stood behind you. Blocking your exit.A man you knew nothing about and willingly had entered his home.

"See we get together a lot and we learned early that when you get a lot of gym bros together there's a rather unpleasant smely issue. You know what it's like with all that protein. Wreaks havock on our guts and the farts are toxic. You can only hold them in for so long before it becomes uncomfortable. So for everyone to be able to party in comfort, but not stink out the place, we came up with a solution. The Fart Room".

Using his imposing size he started to push you into the cupboard.

We get some eager little guy from the gym, invite them round and put them in here. As the night goes on people need to use this room more and more.Y'know, the build up of protein shakes, broccoli and chicken diets and the beers at the party. They come in, let rip, and that nights recruit sniffs it all up".

By now you're fully in the room, being slowly pushed further back. You had to start crouching to avoid the ceiling.

"That's sick! Just go outside".

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at you wasting time. It's cold outside, can't keep opening doors to fart, everyone would freeze. Come the summer, we're all out there and don't want the wind blowing our wind back at us. This solution works all year round"

"Then just fart in here without a victim!" At this point your head smacked into the ceiling, the pain forcing you to drop down to your knees, where he loomed over you.

"Sorry, can't. The smell builds up and by the end we stink when we leave having marinated in it, and the gas escapes when you open the door. That's where you come in. You'll breathe it all up. It's better if you take it right from the source, to avoid it lingering. Best you do a good job from the start as well; as we get more drunk, we get a bit more aggressive with making sure we don't smell it; and will force your face in our cracks. He leaned down, reaching past you and picked up the collar.

"Sometimes people arent willing or try to escape. That's where this comes in". He held the collar to your face. "Will you need it? Or are you one of those fags that get off on this?"

"Please, l just want to go home".

"I don't care. Look, alone I can overpower you and chain you up. If you make me do that, l'l tell each guy to not go easy on you, and they 'll be rough. We're talking aggressively roided up blokes only too happy to let off some steam. Once the lock goes on you'll be at their mercy. So I would suggest you choose this". With that he unbuckled the collar and without protest put it tight around your neck.

"That's a good little fart filter. Now let's practice before the party starts".

He stands up, turns around, and lowers his shorts revealing his large muscular cheeks. Immediately you're hit with a sour pungent smell. Clearly if he did shower after the gym that day, he skipped cleaning his ass. Gently pivoting his hips his ass jutted out, inches from your face. Inviting you to come closer. You leaned in and as you felt his warm skin you were hit by the first fart.

BBBBBMMMMFFFF

It was quick, but loud and deep. The smell was as bad as he'd warned. You could smell the veggies he'd been eating. The surprise and stink made you instinctively pull away. Causing you to hit your head again in the tight space you were crouched in.

"Best get used to it, or if you keep flinching like that you'll leave here with brain damage. Though then again, maybe wouldn't be a bad thing, hit your head enough maybe you'll get amnesia and this can become a permanent set up. Would faggy like that?" He laughed as he wriggled his ass in front of you.

You didn't answer, so to fill the silence he let out a long rip.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPPP

"Sniff that up, quickly, I'm getting a hint of it up here"

To avoid any repercussions you leant back forward and sniffed the air vigorously. Reaching as far as the tight chain would allow you to reach, the collar strangling you for the effort.

"That's better, I think you get your job. Oh, and you may have wondered about the towel hanging here.  Well, sometimes the farts get a bit. ..wet. We try not to judge each other, these supplements can do all sorts to your body. So if a guy sharts a bit, just wait until he's finished and when he's gone wipe your face ready for the next visitor"

As if knowing you were about to try one more time to object and plead to be released, he let out a final fart into your open mouth. As you coughed and spluttered, trying not to focus on the taste on your tongue, there was a knock at the door.

"Oh, here we go! See you later Sniffer!"

A story request based off of someone’s Uncle who would always get the worst gas from eating White Castle.

My uncle is a dick. Growing up he always took pride in harassing me. I remember at any family gathering he would always find a way to burp in my face or give me a wedgie. I always hated having to see him but he’s my dad’s older brother so my dad loved having him around. Things only got worse though when my dad decided to let my uncle move in with us. Living with just my dad life had been easy but once my uncle moved in my life became hell. I was now my uncles personal bitch to torture twenty-four seven. My uncle moved in with us towards the middle of July and because of the scalding heat and all of the boxes we had to move in the three of us ended up drenched in sweat. After we were finished moving everything in my dad announced that he was going to take a shower leaving my uncle and I alone. I started walking towards the back of the house to go to my room but my uncle called me back “Hey kid! Ya mind helping me out with one more thing?” I sighed reluctantly and walked back to the living room to see him smiling wide with his hands on his hips. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and I could see the sweat dripping down his muscular arms. I remember smelling him all the way across the room and just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. “Yea sure what can I do?” I said trying my best to sound like I cared. Right after I finished speaking he strode towards me while saying “you can take a big wiff of this!” Once he reached me he lifted his sweaty arm behind his head revealing his nasty sweat soaked armpit. I started to gag and pull my head back but before I had the chance he used his other arm to shove my face right into his wet pit. My face squished into his hairy trench as the smell overwhelmed me. I tried to pull away and push out but he was far too strong for me. He began laughing as he rubbed my face all around his sweaty hairy armpit. “YEAAA BOI you like that!!?” He yelled down at me. The stink he had produced from his armpit was inhumane. I was desperately trying to get free but still to no avail. Finally he stopped rubbing me around his pit and I thought that meant he was going to let me free but I was far from right. “Okay nephew. How about you take a deep sniff of my stink!?” I yelled into his armpit for him to let me free but my words were only muffled because of how closely pressed I was into his armpit. “I said inhale bitch boy!” My uncle said this time with much more command in his voice. My eyes began to water. I’m still not sure if it was from fear or disgust. I was at his complete mercy. Finally I mustered all of the strength I had left in me and I took a sniff of my uncle’s nasty armpit…willingly. “No no nooo. That doesn’t count. Deeper.” He said evilly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Once again I took a breath in through my nose sucking up his stink only for him to say “Deeper” At this point my eyes were flooded with tears but of course my uncle would never be able to tell because his armpit was already soaked with sweat. I continued inhaling my uncle’s armpit for what felt like hours heading his command every single time he told me to inhale deeper and deeper. He hadn’t even been living with us for twenty four hours and this is what he was doing to me I couldn’t take it, but yet he continued. “Deeper” SNIFFFFFFFFFFF

His B.O was now living inside me

“Deeper” SNIFFFFFFFFFFF

He laughed at me as I audibly gaged at his stench

“Deeper” SNIFFFFFFFFFFF

There was no way he could’ve ever worn deodorant. No ones armpit smells this horrible

“Deeper” SNIFFFFFFFFFFF

Finally I felt his grip on the back of my head release and I fell to the ground. My face slathered with sweat just looked up at him while he laughed down at me.

“Thanks so much for your help nephew. So excited to get to be living with you.” My uncle said as he stepped over me and left the living room.

My uncle has now been living with us for two years and the amount of suffering I have been put through by him is insane. He still gives me wedgies and burps on me whenever he feels like it but he’s upped his game in all of the time we spend together. I don’t think I’ve gone at least one week without my face plastered inside one of his nasty armpits. Oh and I was right he doesn’t wear deodorant. He says that he wouldn’t want it to get in the way of our bonding.

I’ve even tried to tell my dad about what he does to me but my dad just laughs it off and says that’s how my uncle messes around with people. That they would do that kind of shit to each other all the time as kids. I couldn’t believe that my own father was completely okay with my uncle using me as a towel to wipe his stink on.

Now I haven’t even gotten to the worst part yet. See besides the armpits and burps and wedgies my uncle loves to fart on me. His gas is usually horrible but thankfully he doesn’t fart too much. Only like once a day he’ll come up behind me and fart in my direction but rarely do I have to deal with them head on. That is unless he had White Castle. Something about this particular burger joint destroys my uncles intestines and thus destroys my life. He is well aware of the disgusting nasty burning wet farts that the food gives him but he eats it anyway just so he can torture me. The first time I ever had to deal with his White Castle farts was a Saturday night when my dad was out of town in business. My uncle had promised to take care of dinner for us but I had no clue what I was in store for.

Around six he returned to our house with a giant bag from White Castle containing six boxes with ten burgers each. He got sixty burgers which I thought would be too many for just the two of us but little did I know that I none of them were for me.

“You ever been around me after I had White Castle kid?” He asked me with a smirk on his face clearly already knowing the answer to his own question.

“No..why?” I asked cautiously

He laughed and then said “I’ll explain in a minute but let’s get more comfortable first.”

Without even giving me a second to react my uncle grabbed and threw me over his shoulder. I began yelling and screaming but it was no use. No one was going to hear me. He brought me to his bedroom and threw me down on his bed. I hit the bed hard and before I even had the chance to attempt to get up his was straddling my stomach leaning over my as he tied my left wrist to his bed frame. “What are you doing stop!!” I screamed up at him but he paid no mind to me just laughing sadistically as he tied my right wrist and then moved on to my feet. Once I was restrained tightly he got off me and looked down at his work. “One more thing and then you’ll be perfect.” He stated declaratively My uncle then walked over to his dirty hamper which I had become quite familiar with during his time living with us. He loved to grab me by the hair and just force my face into his dirty clothes. Often times I’d end up face first into one of his skid mark stained boxers. My uncle carefully plucked a dirty sock from his hamper turned to me smiling wide and then said “This is going in your mouth.”

I immediately started wailing in fear but then realized I needed to keep my mouth shut so he couldn’t get the sock in it.

“OHHH you wanna make this difficult?” He said once he realized what I was doing. Without even missing a beat my uncle plugged my nose preventing me from being able to breath at all.

“I got all night bitch boy. No matter what. My sweaty dirty sock is going in your mouth.”

I tried as hard as I could to get free of my restraints. This can’t happen. I can’t let this happen. I’m running out of air. Then it happened. I took the biggest gulp of air through my mouth and right away my uncle shoved his dirty sock in my mouth following that by taping my mouth shut .

He then walked out of the room laughing as I slowly soaked the sock in my saliva. Tasting every ounce of his sweat and stink on my tongue. My uncle then returned with the White Castle bag and as he pulled up a chair next to his bed said “taste good kid? I’m sure you love it. I’m about to have something that tastes good too, but you probably wouldn’t like these burgers as much as you love my dirty sock.”

Then began the most nerve racking hour of my life. My uncle sat next to me in that chair eating all sixty burgers as he explained to me how horrible his White Castle farts are.

“OHHH ho hoo kid you’re really in for it. These farts are wet and they burn my asshole. I can’t even imagine what they’re going to do to that poor little nose of yours.”

All I could do was watch him eat and listen to him talk about my unstoppable fate. His farts were coming and they were going to be unleashed all over my face.

Once he had finished all sixty burgers my torture began. “Time to get sniffing boy!” He said with a smile on his face as he got up on to the bed with both of his legs on either side of my head. I didn’t think things could get much worse at this point but then my uncle pulled down his jeans and his shit stained boxers leaving me with no choice but to stare up at his hairy big ass. I struggled even harder at this point but I think deep down I already knew that his hairy bubble butt was about to consume my face.

My uncle began to lower himself down on my face. His hairy cheeks spread giving me the perfect view of his unclean ass crack, and then he sat. He was straddling my face bare assed. I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could but I was already so weak at that point that in only fifteen seconds I was already inhaling his shitty butt. The smell was horrid. I was gagging immediately but I knew things were only about to get worse.

“OHHH boy I feel em comin. These are going to be real bad for you bitch boy HAHAH” he laughed at me as I suffered and then he released.

PHRSSTTTSSSSSSSSSGRLLLLGGRRRPHHRRPP

The fart was godly. It made my face vibrate and the immediately singed my nostrils. The smell was worse than anything I had ever encountered in my life time. My uncle’s White Castle farts were worse than every other form of stink torture he had put me through and he knew it.

PHRRRT SSHRPHHRLLRP. SHTRTTRTRT

“HUFF THOSE FARTS” he yelled down to me joyously as he began to lightly bounce his bare ass up and down on my face. I tried my best to breath at the least gross times but who was I kidding. I was laying down with my uncle’s dirty fart exploding butt spread across my face. There was no least gross time to breath. I eventually passed out from the stink only to wake hours later untied but with all of his dirty laundry poured on top of me and his dirty sock still tapped in my mouth.

Hopefully I'm answering this how you intended the question. I've read many stories over the years, though my preference isn't usually for the sweet stories as I tend to enjoy more coercion and humiliation. That said, I do enjoy 'Smell of Hired Company' by @gayguygas which has a good mix of both.

For more hard-core I suppose that depends on your definition. But one of the earliest I ever read that got me hooked, and on the first read I found disturbing but still enticing was 'The Permanent Fart Slave'. I don't know who wrote that one, it has been posted so much the author might be lost to time. Only the first part is by the initial creator, the others were people adding to it. I still re-read Part 1 every so often.

After a long day out, Will and Saul were exhausted. Though they'd only walked a couple blocks after a short bus ride, because of their small size, it felt like much longer. However, their status as tinies wasn't all bad. One positive was that they could share the last seat on the bus. It was getting late, and there were only a few stops left when a giant got onto the bus. Neither of them cared to notice since there were already plenty of giants on the bus, even the driver was a giant, but they were forced to notice when the giant walked over to them.

"Hey fellas," the giant started as he leaned forward, "think you can move to let me sit down?"

"Um.. no?" Will answered, glancing over at Saul.

"Yeah man," Saul stated, "we were here first, so you gotta stand."

"Well, fellas, I don't think you're really in the position to say no," the giant threatened.

"Huh?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, ya'll should know your place as littles, ain't got no reason disrespecting one of us," the giant continued, pointing at the tinies he was scolding.

"Yeah whatever guy."

"Oh, you're a total weirdo."

"I'm gonna give ya'll one more chance, since we just met," the giant said. By now they'd been talking so long that the bus was just about pulling up to the next stop. "Just get up and we don't ever have to speak to each other again."

"We already told you, we ain't moving," Will replied, unable to hide the anger in his voice.

"Yeah if you wanna sit you're gonna have to sit on the floor," Saul added.

"Alright alright," the giant laughed as the bus doors opened. Nobody was getting off, but a crowd was getting on. "Looks like I gotta make some room in the aisle," he chuckled.

Before either of the tinies could give another snarky reply, the giant quickly took his seat on top of them, avoiding the approaching crowd. Luckily for the giant, none of the other passengers noticed him make the tinies disappear. The combination of their small size and the phones in every giants' hands made Will and Saul almost invisible to them. Will and Saul, even with their resistance, were crushed underneath the giant's ass. Each of them was delegated to one ass cheek and the firmness of his ass combined with the toughness of the cargo shorts and the plastic bus seats made for a fairly uncomfortable bus ride. Just as the giant was getting comfortable, one of the standing passengers approached him.

"Ay, Alejandro," the passenger greeted the giant, "I wasn't expecting to see you until later, you still coming over?"

"Nah can't anymore," the giant explained, "something came up, I gotta go home as soon as possible."

"Oh damn that's a bummer, sounds like it's something real important."

"Yeah, it's very important," Alejandro confirmed, rubbing his ass into the seat.

"Good luck I guess, I gotta go though, this is my stop," the passenger said before waving goodbye.

Will and Saul were screaming, trying to make their voices reach the passengers around them, but nobody could hear. Even the one talking to Alejandro could barely even hear Alejandro himself. As much as Alejandro thought he hated hearing Will and Saul speak, he couldn't deny the amusement he felt as they screamed underneath him, so much so that a smile crept its way onto his face. The roads were bumpy, causing Alejandro to bump up and down on his improvised seat, further squashing the tinies but the brief air time Alejandro had let some of their screams escape from underneath him. No matter how amusing it was, he couldn't let the other passengers hear Will and Saul, so he grabbed his seat and pressed his feet down, keeping his ass pushed against the seat and therefore the tinies as well. This maneuver caused his legs to flex as well, making his ass even harder and making the tinies feel even more squished like two little gummy bears.

"You ain't gotta yell fellas," Alejandro whispered, "we're all going to the same place, yelling ain't gonna change anything.

Of course, this didn't stop their screaming, but increased it. Luckily though, even with most passengers gone, the screams were still mostly muffled. Alejandro knew their cries for help wouldn't stop, he'd done this too many times not to know, but he'd never done it with two tinies. Will and Saul were always warned about giants who 'attacked' tinies but they never thought they'd actually meet one. They assumed their were safe around so many people but really, nobody in that bus cared about them.

Alejandro now only had a couple stops left until he got off. By now, a lot of the seats were actually open, but he wasn't going to let Will and Saul off easy. The bus came across a pothole, causing Alejandro to jump just high enough from his seat that he could feel the impact of his ass on the tinies to the point where he could feel the exact points on his ass where they rested.

The bus was at the stop before his now, so he looked around to make sure nobody was watching and stood up briefly looking back at Will and Saul. Like he predicted, that pothole induced slam was so strong it knocked both of them out and they were laying in a very visible sweat print. Even unconscious, he wasn't done with them. He picked each of them up, putting them in his back pocket before securing them with the velcro flap. He sat back down, crushing them yet again, but it wasn't as bad as their weren't underneath as much of the cargo shorts anymore. If they were awake they would feel his ass in a more flattering way. It was still firm, but the fat on it was more noticeable now, cushioning Will and Saul. It was also quite a bit warmer inside his pants than outside, though that mattered little as neither of the tinies were able to appreciate that.

When Will came too, it felt like he was still unconscious. He couldn't see anything and it was pitch black. The walls seemed to be moving around him flattening him like a rolling pin. He definitely wasn't on the bus anymore, none of the walls around him were hard enough to be the seat and he couldn't feel the bumpy roads. There was also a very different smell where he now was. Compared to the bus, it was far more rank. While the bus obviously didn't have a pleasant smell, this new location was far worse. The smell seemed to attack his nose the same way the walls attacked his body. He reached out between the walls, trying to feel what was out there. His hand landed on a warm, damp corner where the walls met. There was a small opening in the corner but when Will touched it, everything around him seemed to shake.

The sudden sensation on his hole jolted Alejandro up from his bed. He'd been waiting for Will to wake up, though, so at least he was given a sign.

"Good morning, Will," Alejandro welcomed, "I learned your name from that friend of yours."

"Let me out!" Will screamed, "Somebody help me!"

"Ain't no reason to be yelling like that fella, nobody can hear you. If they could, they'd have stopped me years ago."

"Where's Saul?"

"Don't worry 'bout him, he's already outta here. If you play along nicely, maybe you can join him."

"Where am I?"

"You slow or something? You're in my ass crack. Don't feel special though, plenty of tinies have been where you are right now, even under that same yellow thong."

"Let me out you psycho!"

"You gotta earn your way out, just like your little friend."

"You're crazy! Why are you doing this?!"

"Somebody's gotta teach you fellas a lesson and I don't got anything against you little people, but ya'll are just easier to do this to. There's plenty of people my size I wish I could give this treatment too but that ain't possible now is it?"

"Just let me go!"

"Ya'll both bad listeners, but I guess we can start playing. If you want to get out, it's very simple, you just gotta tell me what that last thing I ate was. See, simple."

"How the h-"

PFPFFFFFTTTTTTTT!!!!

Before Will could finish his thought, he was blasted by warm gust of wind. It was a direct hit, his face still looking towards Alejandro's hole. It was strong enough to push him back slightly, even with the tight walls surrounding him. He could hear Alejandro laugh a little bit, he was clearly having fun.

"What is wrong with you?!"

"Hey, I don't wanna hear you talking again if it ain't an answer. You only got 3 guesses so make em count."

As much as Will hated too, he took in a whiff of the lingering smell. It stung his nose and Alejandro must have felt him because he laughed a little more. It smelled like eggs at first but so did most farts, it was the morning though so maybe he had some for breakfast. If he was planning to do this would he really eat that though? That sounded way too easy. How specific did he need to be? He couldn't afford to take risks with only 3 guesses, so he gave what he assumed to be the safest answer.

"Um, an omelet?"

"Wrong!"

PFPFFFFTTTFTTTTT!!!

Almost like Alejandro could control his farts, the second one was let out right after he said 'wrong', almost like a buzzer on a game show. This time, Will made sure to sniff as soon as the fart came out, it stung more doing it that way but he got a stronger sense of the farts contents. While the egg smell was definitely there, it wasn't really all that strong. There was a particularly rancid smell that seemed to be from chorizo. That still made sense in combination with the eggs, so with one last sniff for confirmation, Will gave his second guess.

"A breakfast burrito?"

"Nope, wrong again! Last guess."

Alejandro pointed his ass to the ceiling and spread his cheeks apart, making Will fall closer to his hole in.

"Maybe that'll help you."

PFPFFFFPFFTFFTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

The last fart was definitely the strongest and not just because Will's face was practically touching the hole. Once again he sniffed repeatedly, trying to decipher what possibly could've made that smell. Maybe there weren't any eggs at all, but he knew there was chorizo. It was morning but would the last thing he ate really be breakfast? Who knew how early it was. He was trying to think of other meals with chorizo in them, but he couldn't clearly make up anything else from the smell. It was too varied, definitely not based on one food. Clearly chorizo was the main part of the dish but there had to be a lot of other ingredients. There was a faint smell of beans, so that was something. The smell was running out and the heat was starting to build up, causing not only Will to sweat, but Alejandro too. If he didn't guess soon enough, Alejandro's general musk might just throw off his guess.

"Chorizo and bean stew?"

"Is that you're final guess?"

"Yes."

"Well that is... wrong!"

PPFPPFPFFFFTFTTFTTTT!!!!

"Because you played along much better than your friend though, I'll give you an option. Yes, you failed the game, but I think you learned your lesson," Alejandro started.

PFPFPFPTTTFFTT!!!

"I'll let you see your friend again, or you can stay in there. I think we can have some fun together, we could play this again but with lower stakes," Alejandro offered.

PPFPFPFPFPFTTTTTT!!!!!!

"Plus, you'd get breaks whenever a new tiny is in there, you can even watch if you want. Maybe consider it."

PPFPFPFFPFFFTTTT!!!!!!

"Hell no. Get me outta here!"

"Fine, fine," Alejandro complied before pulling his thong to the side and digging in his ass with his hand to pry Will out.

He brought Will to his face, admiring the stench he'd left on him. It was a much stronger stench than Saul had, clearly Alejandro still had a lot to improve on though.

"Before I go though, I need to know," Will asked, "what was it that made your farts smell so bad?"

"You're asking for the answer?"

"Yes, the games over why can't I?"

"Well, the last thing I ate before the game was that other little guy from the bus, Saul I think. I can't lie either, he tasted pretty good, let's see if you're the same," Alejandro answered, licking his lips.

Without hesitation he dropped Will into his mouth and swallowed him in one gulp. There was some struggle on the way down, but nothing he hadn't experienced before. This would be there reunion, but Saul was long gone, if anything was their reunion, it was when Alejandro was blasting Will with farts. Now he was destined to the same fate as Saul, becoming fuel for Alejandro.

This story includes other raunchy stuff besides farting. Trying something a little new.

I groan as someone pounds on my door. It must be my deadbeat of a cousin, Casey. Even though we look like twins we couldn’t be even more different, and unfortunately he’s now living with me. He must’ve forgotten his key again. When he first asked to move in with me and I said no he went crying to my aunt. My aunt went to my mom and I relented under their combined nagging and let Casey move in. It’s been hell. He’s jobless so I get no compensation, he eats most of the food I buy, and comes in at all times of the night, stinking of booze and waking me up. I haven’t got a full night’s rest since he moved in.

I’m already scolding him as I open the door. “How many times do-” my words die on my lips at the stranger I find on the other side of my door. I’ve no clue who the handsome guy is but he is insanely ripped, he must be some sort of bodybuilder. Every inch of him is bulging with muscles; he’s easily twice my size. He’s wearing a red muscle-shirt and a blue pair of exercise shorts; they’re helping to show-off how jacked his body is. I also notice his body and clothes are drenched with sweat like he just finished working out, wierd.

I break the awkward silence, “Um can I help you?”

“Are you Willems?” The man asks with a neutral expression.

“Yes” I respond since Willems’s my last name.

A thunderous look forms on his face. “YOU! Because of your worthless ass Rachael’s been upset all week.” The man growls as he starts stalking towards me, forcing me to back up. The man kicks my apartment door closed behind him with his foot, trapping me inside with him.

“Hey-hey I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t even know a Rachael” I try to reason.

This only seems to anger the bodybuilder. “Oh she remembers you and she described you perfectly to a T. But if you don’t remember her, maybe a stay in my swampy pits will jog your memory”

The guy gets right in my face before lifting his right arm behind his head, exposing his sweaty, furry armpit. His left hand grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into his rank pit.

My face is smothered in his sopping wet armpit. My mouth’s unfortunately open so I’m both tasting and smelling his pungent, salty b.o. He starts working my face up and down, covering it with his pit sweat. 

The guy smashes my face harder into his pit and growls. “Tongue out now you little bitch. Clean my nasty pit!” 

I hesitantly stick my tongue out; there’s nothing else I can do. I can’t escape his powerful grip and I don’t want to enrage this insane bodybuilder anymore.

I start licking his pit and cringe at the bitter taste that overwhelms my taste buds. I feel his sweat and stray pit-hairs coating my tongue as I continue cleaning him. 

After another minute or so, he pulls my face out of his pit. I know I look a mess with my face dripping with his sweat.

“Please, I don’t-”

But he cuts me off, “Oh no need to beg, I got another rank pit for you to service.” The guy grabs my head with his other hand and lifts his left arm, exposing his other pit. I can barely get out a whine before he’s shoving my face into it.

“Get to work or I’ll break every bone in your body, bitch-boy” he threatens. I heed it and get to work, licking his sweaty pit.

“Yeah you taste that? That’s the taste of fucking with the wrong guy’s baby sister. Since you’ve been treating her like shit I’ve decided to make you into my own personal sweat-rag. Welcome to hell bitch-boy.” He taunts.

He finally frees me from his other pit and I greedily gasp for cool, fresh air. I wanna spit out his lingering sweat in my mouth but I feel that will anger him.

“Please listen-” I beg but he shuts me down again.

“Shut the hell up bitch-boy. The only thing your mouth should be doing is licking my sweat.”

The bodybuilder then shoves me roughly to my knees, aligning my face with his crotch. He then pulls down his shorts and reveals that he’s wearing a jockstrap underneath. I’m face to face with his yellow-stained, dingy, sweat-soaked crotch. I glance up and see he’s sporting a malicious grin.

“Take a smell of a real man, bitch-boy” he says before grabbing my head and shoving my face into his hefty crotch. He blankets my face with his well-endowed bulge, forcing me to huff up his potent, personal man-musk. I’m gay so I can’t deny that I’m enjoying this, but I have to remember that this guy’s crazy.

He then starts criciling his hips, dry-humping my face. “Yeah gonna mark you as my property with my dick sweat, bitch-boy.”

The guy abruptly pulls my face from his crotch. “Oh how rude of me, let me introduce myself.” He says as he turns around with me still on my knees. I’m too busy wiping the sweat out of my face to see. I finally take notice when I open my eyes and find his ass inches from my face.

The guy’s ass is enormous. Like the rest of his body, his ass is muscular, but at the same time it’s also covered in a layer of fat. Just one of his buttcheeks is about the size of my head. Also like the rest of him, his huge ass is coated with a thick sheen of sweat.

“I’m known as Frank the Tank, and people call me that for 2 reasons. The first reason is for, well come on, look at these muscles” He says cockily as he flexes his bicep, “And secondly it’s because of this big fella. “ He grabs a handful of his meaty ass. “This is my personal tank and unfortunately for you it’s always loaded.”

Frank suddenly reaches behind, grabs the top of my head, and slams my face into his bare, sweaty, fat rump. I give an unmanly yelp as my face is submerged in between his meaty, moist globes.

“This is for treating my sister like shit… GGH”

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“This is for having me go out, find you, and teach your bitch ass a lesson… HGH”

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“And this is for every girl you’ll meet in the future. If you ever even think of mistreating them I want you to remember my stink and think again… NGH” 

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Frank proceeds to rip 3 trumpeting but also wet-sounding farts right up my nose. The final one’s the biggesting, lasting 14 seconds long. The smell of his farts are horrendous; they reek of sulfur and rancid meat. 

With a wet schlorp, he pulls my face out of his ass and I’m coughing and gagging. Frank looks down at me, over his shoulder, and laughs cruelly. “Hehe I hope you liked that cause you’re about to get real personal with my big, sweaty glutes. I just want to get more comfortable and have a nice long sit on your face bitch-boy”

He shoves me to the floor with his foot, lying me out on my back. Frank stares down at me, frowning. I follow his gaze and see my hard-on, visible beneath my sweats. 

I look back up and see a mixed expression of confusion and anger on his face. “You sack of shit! I can’t believe my baby sister fell for a closet-case bitch-boy like you. No matter, I know how to deal with your ass.”

Frank reaches down and into the side of his jock, and pulls out his sweaty, hairy bull balls. His huge, egg-sized nuts dangle between his legs. “Ah, that’s the stuff. My tankers needed some cool air.” he says happily.

He then looks at my face with a lopsided grin. “There’s been a change of plan. My butt and farts in your face can wait, right now you’re in for a long t-bag session. Smothering your face under my sweaty nuts for an hour or two should make you understand that you’re gay. But don’t worry I have plenty of sweaty ass bombs to drop on your face afterward.”

“You better take a deep breath of fresh air because you won’t be getting anymore for a while.”He warns as he starts walking over me, heading towards my face.

This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced but this guy’s a lunatic. I don’t let his muscles, manly musk, or farts make me forget that he could be a danger to me. I bring my leg up and kick him square in his unprotected balls.

Frank lets out a bark of pain before covering his nuts with his hands. He falls to the floor like a cut down tree. His eyes are clenched shut and he keeps muttering ‘fuck’. I hop up and dash to my room, not wasting a second. I quickly return with two work ties, and with him still overwhelmed with pain I tie his feet together and his hands together. I do it in a way so his muscles and strength won’t help him out.

As I stand up, Frank’s pain recedes and he starts struggling as he realizes the situation that he’s in. “Untie me” he growls, glaring up at me.

I look at him like he’s stupid. “No way I’m freeing your crazy ass.”

“If you didn’t fuck with my little sister we wouldn’t have a problem.” He seethes.

I roll my eyes before pulling out my phone bringing up a picture of me and my nearly identical cousin together. Frank’s eyes focus on the image. “I’m Nick and I’m gay. My cousin Casey is straight and is known to fuck-over his girlfriends” I inform him.

“Damn mooching, freeloading cousin. It’s my day off and now I’ve got to call the police.” I say mostly to myself, alarming Frank.

“Whoa Whoa let’s not do anything too hasty here” he says nervously.

I shake my head, “Look I don’t like my cousin but I don’t want Captain America with anger problems killing him.”

“Hey I’m not looking to kill him; I’m just gonna fuck with him a bit” he says.

I wordlessly navigate to the number pad on my phone and start dialing 911. “Wait, wait, wait. Maybe we can help each other out.” He pleads.

I stop and look at him with a raised eyebrow. “How about you untie me and let me deal with your cousin. We both get what we want. I get revenge for him hurting my baby sister and for you I can scare him into moving out. From what it sounds like you want him gone.” He negotiates.

“You really think you can make him leave?” I ask, sounding intrigued.

“Oh I know I can. Untie me and the loser’s good as gone.” he says with a cocky smirk.

I chew on my bottom lip while thinking it over for a couple of seconds. I really want Casey gone, so what the hell. 

I take a knee and start unbinding him. “Listen Casey’s going to be here in like 10 minutes. He’s going to take a nap before going out and drinking with his buddies like he does every night.” I explain as I untie him.

“Oh that’s perfect.” Frank says as he stands up. He then takes off his shirt and asks, “Where’s his room?”

I don’t answer right away; I’m a little too preoccupied with staring at his sweaty, ripped abdomen. Frank cheekily bounces his pecs for me. I look up and my face reddens when I see that he’s smirking.

“Um, his room’s right there.” I point to the closed door to the right, with my mouth feeling dry. The guy has the audacity to wink at me before heading towards Casey’s room. I follow him, curious about what he’s going to do.

Frank strolls into Casey’s room and gets straight to work. First he heads to Casey’s dresser, opens up every drawer, and farts in each one. Ppbt, fhht, rvvb, brrf. Next Frank opens Casey’s closet, turns around, and bends over. He proceeds to rip a 9 second, airy fart. FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPPP. He sways his ass from left to right, making sure to douse all of Casey’s clothes in his butt fumes.

“Oh yeah I’m gonna butt bomb everything he owns; he’ll never escape the stink of my ass.” Frank promises as he stands up on Casey’s bed. He walks up to the head of the bed, turns around, and takes a seat. He plants his massive, bare, sweaty ass on Casey’s pillow. 

 Frank’s eggy farts quickly fill the room and it has me hard as hell. .Frank notices my reaction and smirks. “You’ve seen nothing yet. Take a listen to this… NGH” Frank curls his hands into fists, closes one eye, and bears down on Casey’s unfortunate/lucky pillow.

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Frank rips a gargantuan, 15 second, rumbling fart onto the pillow that has enough power to make the entire bed shake. Frank’s red-faced but sighs in relief. “Ah, Damn that felt good. Hehe that was just for you cutie.” Frank says and gives me a wink. Holy shit is he gay?

“Now here’s what’s going to happen” Frank goes on to tell me his plan and I agree to it. It’s simple and will deal with Casey. I go back into the other room, pick up Frank’s scattered clothes, and toss them into my room. I hear steps nearing the front door and know it’s Casey. I shut Casey’s door and Frank hides in his closet. I grab my phone, wallet, and keys just as Casey opens the front door. 

I walk past Casey, out the door. “We’re nearly out of food so I’m going grocery shopping for the second time this week.” I tell him irritably.

“Get more pizza rolls” he orders before shutting the door behind me. Normally that would’ve ticked me off but I smile happily as I leave the building.

CASEY’S POV

I walk into my room smirking. My pushover of a cousin is the perfect person to crash with. I immediately cover my nose with my hand and groan at the atrocious smell that fills my room. It stinks of rotten eggs and onions. I hesitantly make my way to my bed, where the smell is more intense. I lean down to take a sniff of my pillow. I recoil and nearly puke from this mysterious, vile stench.

Suddenly my closet door bursts open and a guy shouts, “Surprise motherfucker” the guy’s musclar as fuck, all sweaty, and the only thing he’s wearing is a flimsy jockstrap. I’ve never seen anything more disgusting. 

A sense of dread suddenly fills me when I realize who this is. It’s Rachael’s older brother Frank, who’s a gay-ass bodybuilder. I’ve seen pictures of him at her place. Shit, is that bitch so mad that I stole money from her and fucked a girl at her place that she sent him after me. 

I make a break for the door but Frank easily stops me by grabbing me by the back of the neck. He turns me around to face him. “You ain’t goin anywhere princess, you’re gonna pay for fucking with my sister. Once I’m finished with you, you’re going to have to accept the new role of your life as my” Frank pauses to swallow a mouthful of air before pounding his beefy chest. With a sadistic glint in his eyes, he brings his mouth right up to my nose.

BITCH-UURRPPP 

Frank belches the word right in my face and it has me gagging and my eyes watering. It stinks of spoiled milk. 

“Haha I hope you liked that because I have so much more of my stink to introduce you to.” he taunts, “In fact why wait let’s get you comfortable so you can indulge in my stink.” Frank grapples me to the floor and he traps me in a headscissor hold. I find my head locked in between Frank’s muscular, sweaty quads and the bottom of his massive bulge resting against my chin and lower lip. 

I cry in disgust as I try to pull my face away from his crotch but Frank’s thighs keep me in place. “Ha, where do you think you’re goin sunshine? You’ve won a free stay in my swamp crotch. Now be a good little stink-bitch and huff up my sweaty boys!” With that Frank grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into his warm, sweaty pouch.I struggle as I feel his heavy balls and thick schlong covering my face. The pungent and sour stench of his swamp crotch is making me nauseous. 

Frank makes things worse as he starts shifting his hips, back to forth, humping my face. I feel completely humiliated. “Ah that’s it stink-bitch feel me, smell me. This is what a real man is. Something you never were or ever will be.” he says, degrading me.

Rage courses through me and I yell out, “Shut up, you’re just some stupid, cock-sucking, faggo-ACK” Frank flexes his quads wrapped around my head, silencing me and causing me immense pain.

Frank growls above me, “You shouldn’t have said that, now I’m really mad, stink-bitch.” Frank uses one hand to pull my face away from his crotch and with the other he pulls down the front of his jock and hooks it just behind his balls. I wince and turn away from his semi-hard dick and his hairy, sweaty bull balls that’re right in my face. His crotch musk is 10x more potent. 

Frank grabs my head and turns my face back towards his junk. “Stop struggling you little fucker, you’ve got a job to do. Now be a good little stink-bitch and lick my sweaty balls clean.” He lifts his cock up with his left hand and uses his right to pull my face into his hairy, sweaty nut sack. I seal my eyes and mouth shut as my lips and nose sink into his fleshy balls.

“That wasn’t a request! Start licking before I pop your head like a grape!” He growls and starts flexing his quads, putting the squeeze on my head. With no other choice I slowly stick out my tongue and lick his sweaty sack. A shiver of disgust flows through me as I taste him.

This is horrific; I feel some of his loose ball hairs decorating my tongue.Frank taunts me while I continue to lick his nuts.”There’s a good stink-bitch, wash my boys clean” “Yeah that’s it know your place, beneath this gay alpha’s balls” “Haha I doubt my sister will want your lips anywhere near her once she learns my balls have been in your mouth”

“You’re doing a decent job down there stink-bitch, here you’ve earned this.” Frank arches his back, thrusting my face deeper into his crotch, and tenses.

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Frank angles his ass in a way that his trumpeting fart flows through his legs, over his taint, past his balls, and hits my tongue and nose. The taste of his bitter ball sweat combined with his sulfuric fart has me coughing and retching. 

The villainous bodybuilder laughs at my suffering. “Hehe, if you didn’t like that then you’re going to hate what I have in store for you. Prepare yourself buddy because it’s time to clean my sweaty cornhole.”

“FUCK NO!” I cry but it’s already too late, he’s already rearranging me with his insane strength and locks me in a reverse headscissor, with my face trapped in his sweaty asscrack. We’re both on the floor, on our stomachs, with me locked in his thighs.

I shake my head wildly and fruitlessly as I feel his sweaty asshole kissing my lips. Frank’s deep chuckle rumbles through my body. “Ha, order up stink-bitch. Get the licking!” He commands.

I wanna scream no but there’s no way in hell I’m opening my mouth with his asshole grazing my lips. Frank growls again, “Like I said before, this isn’t a fuckin request.” He squeezes his thighs, crushing my face and cutting off my oxygen. I endure as long as I can but it’s no use; I accept my fate and start licking his asshole. I nearly dry-heave on the vile taste of his sweaty, wrinkled pucker. This psychotic bodybuilder sighs obnoxiously as I clean his hole.

After a few more licks, Frank chimes in. “Hey stink-bitch I’ve got something else for you to taste.” Frank flexes his quads again, choking me out. When he relaxes his muscles, I gasp for air and as I do that…

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Frank launches a raunchy, 7 second fart that echoes down my throat. I cough and retch on his noxious, eggy ass gas.

“Ah, did you like my protein fart? Whether you did or not, I’m gonna be shoving more down your gullet” Frank repeats the process of how he just farted in my mouth, several times.

Flex

I gasp

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Flex

I gasp

PPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHFFFFFFFF

Flex 

I gasp

FFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRRRR

Frank rips 3 beefy farts in my mouth that has me coughing and gagging. His gas reeks of digested meat and onions, and it’s all I can taste and smell.

“Ah, that felt good. DId you enjoy that?” He asks. I try to say no but my muffled cries aren’t understandable. “I’ll take that as a yes. Well here you go buddy, have all you want.”The dick says. It appears he’s done holding back. Does he ever run out of gas?

BBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPP 

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PPPPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBB

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMM-WWWWWWWWTTTTTTTT

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“Damn those protein shakes fuck me up” “Now they’re gonna fuck you up too” “Do me a favor and eat my farts so I don’t have to smell ‘em; thanks buddy” “Ah, you can brush your teeth all you want, but after this, my butt stink will never leave your mouth” “That reminds me, I gotta fart on your toothbrush before I leave” “Oh, I’m one gassy fucker tonight” “Well am I right or am I right” “Yeah this is how a real man farts, something you sure as hell ain’t” “Fucking choke on it”

Frank keeps torturing me with his farts but what else he has to say scares the hell out of me. 

“I’m glad I know where you live now” bbwwp “Everyday after my workout I’ll stop by so you can lick me clean and swallow my farts” fhhrr “I mean you are my personal stink-bitch after all” ppaab “And it’s not like you’ll tell the cops” fwwwr “I mean if you do everyone will know that you were eating out a gay guy’s ass” rrmmt “No girls well wanna come near you” ppmmab “Yep, I believe this is the start of a beautiful relationship… NGH”   

Franks flexes his quads and glutes, forcing my lips to seal around his butthole.

BBBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFF

RRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMPPPPPPPP

His hellish asswind inflates my cheeks and lungs, overwhelming me. Mercifully I feel myself passing out. ‘I’ve got to move out’ I think to myself before everything goes black.

NICK’S POV

I return after an hour and I take it as a good sign that I don’t see any police cars. Frank comes out of the bathroom as I enter my apartment. He’s wearing his shorts now but is shirtless. I once again can’t stop myself from ogling his jacked abs and chest. He laughs and bounces his pecs again to tease me.

“Uh, where’s Casey?” I ask.

“Oh he’s in his room, passed out. He should be out for a while.” Frank says as he puts his muscle-shirt back on.

“Did you do it? Is he going to move?” I ask anxiously.

Frank gives me a cocky, lopsided grin. “Oh it worked, as soon as he wakes up he’ll be packing his bags. He’ll be gone by the end of the day.” He tells me confidently. 

I feel relieved, hearing this but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do next. Do I thank him?

Frank laughs and shakes his head before he starts to leave. “It was nice working with you Nick” He says as he pats my shoulder as he walks past me.

“Um y-yeah” I stutter as I watch him leave. I’m nearly hypnotized by his magnificent ass as he walks away. His bulbous, melon-sized buttcheeks bounce with his every step and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

Just before he reaches the door, Frank looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin. “You know what Nick? Let me show you my thanks for helping me out.” 

With that, Frank reaches back and pulls his shorts down, just beneath his ass. His meaty globes, covered in a dusting of fur, spill out and wobble in the open. He then bends at the knees, arches his back, and pushes his bubble butt out. He then places his hands on his knees and starts grunting and straining.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

A mammoth of a fart comes roaring out of his ass and it lasts over 2 and a half minutes. Frank’s gas is so powerful that his bubbly cheeks jiggle throughout his entire fart. The rancid stench of rotten eggs and raw sewage spreads throughout every corner of my apartment. It has me coughing and my eyes watering. It almost looks like a brown tint is covering the room. 

Frank sighs in relief as his massive fart finally comes to an end. “Ah, I hope you enjoyed that because that bad boy has some serious staying power.” Frank gives me a wink as he pulls his shorts back up and leaves. I decide to go to my room and deal with the hard-on Frank’s gift has given me. 

2 hours later I hear a lot of movement coming from outside my room, so I go investigate it. I find Casey with several trash bags filled with his stuff.

“What’s all this?” I ask.

Casey replies vaguely with, “I just think it’d be better if I move back in with my mom. It’s nothing personal.” he then nervously adds, “Oh and if a friend of mine comes by tomorrow, and is looking for me, don’t tell him where I am, just lie. I wanna be by myself.”

I give him a nod, agreeing.

Casey picks up his stuff and leaves. I’m grinning like a maniac as soon as the door closes. I then smell that Frank’s pungent fart is still dominating the entire place. I take a seat on the couch, and decide to jerk-off for a 4th time.

It’s the next day and I’m enjoying my first Casey-free Sunday in a long time. I’m sitting back, relaxing, and binge-watching some Netflix. My happiness lessens when someone knocks on the door.

‘Please don’t let it be Casey looking to move back in’ I pray to myself. To my surprise, I find Frank when I open the door. Like yesterday he’s all sweaty, probably just finished lifting, but today he’s wearing a pair of silver shorts and a black muscle-shirt.

“What’s going on Frank?” I ask, confused by his serious expression.

He doesn’t say anything, he just stalks forward. Like yesterday, he crowds me deeper into my apartment, closing the door with his foot. He doesn’t stop until my back hits a wall and he’s a foot away from me. 

Frank finally smiles at me, calming my nerves. “I left something of mine here, yesterday.”

“What?” I ask with a furrowed brow. I can’t remember seeing anything of his lying around.

He suddenly derails the conversation as he says, “You know I don’t only use my man-stink to punish people, I also use it in another way. Do you know what it is?”

I shake my head, feeling even more confused.

“I also use my man-stink to mark my property and that’s what I did to you yesterday. So do you understand Nick? I made you mine.” He declares, his dark eyes boring into mine. 

I never wanted anything more in my life. I’m already nodding my head, in agreement. 

Frank gives me a knowing grin. “I’m glad you understand that you’re mine. Now it’s time to put you to work.” He says as he grabs the back of my neck with his hand and lifts his other arm over his head, exposing his sweaty armpit. “I was lifting like a beast today so I’m really sweaty. I hope you’re thirsty Nick.” He says before shoving my face into his rank pit.

I feel like I’m home as my face is covered by his smelly, sweaty, furry armpit. I immediately start licking up his sweat, getting addicted to his ripe, pungent man-musk. “That’s it boy, feast on your alpha’s sweaty pits!” he growls as he keeps my face pressed against his armpit, even though he doesn’t have to. “Yeah, gonna drown you in my man-sweat, make you forget all of those beta-bitches you’ve been with. You’re gonna be hooked on the taste of a real alpha male!”

Frank pulls my face and tongue out of his pit; I know I look a mess with my face covered in his sweat and a few of his armpit hairs. “Now let’s not make my other armpit jealous. Get your face in there!” He orders as he shoves my face into his other armpit. 

I start licking all over his sweaty, furry armpit like a starved animal. “There you go, guzzle down that bodybuilder sweat. Show your appreciation of my hard work.” I moan as I continue cleaning his pit with my tongue. After another minute he pulls my face out of his armpit. He brings my face up to his with my face sandwiched in between his two big hands. He’s sporting a slightly devilish grin but it doesn’t scare me. 

“Oh Nick, when I’m done with you it’s going to seem like I let your bitch-of-a-cousin off easy. Boy you’re gonna experience smells that you’ve never even imagined.” He threatens before swallowing a few mouthfuls of air. He then lurches his face forward, mouth wide open…

BBBBBBUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP

Frank unleashes a raunchy belch pointblank in my face. The stench of spoiled milk and spices has my eyes watering. Frank chuckles as he lets me go. He then turns around and starts walking off. As he does he shucks off his muscle-shirt, his shorts, and then his jockstrap. Frank’s now swaggering around my place buck-ass naked. The sight of his meaty, bouncing ass and his thick, flopping cock is mouthwatering.

Frank stops just in front of my room and looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a sexy little smirk. “Well are you coming Nick? I’m still pretty gassy but it’s coming out the other end. This big, sweaty fella is locked and loaded.” He says, giving his ass a smack, making his glistening, bubbly globes jiggle. And with that he vanishes into my room.

I stand there, slack-jawed, like an idiot for a few moments. When my brain finally processes everything I’m rushing to my bedroom. I nearly trip over the threshold at what I see. Frank’s lying on my bed, on his stomach, with his bare, fleshy mounds protruding in the air. 

Frank looks back at me slyly. “Come and get it while it’s hot.” he teases as he wiggles his hips, making his plump cakes wobble. 

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I climb into the bed, crawl in between his legs, and I find my face hovering over his sweaty, bulbous rump.I take the plunge and let my face crash into his sweaty cakes.   

Frank immediately reaches back, grabbing the back of my head, and shoves my face into his damp and ravenous ass crack. I feel his muscular globes pouring over the sides of my face, almost swallowing my head entirely. He then starts circling his hips making my face sink even deeper into his ass. He only stops when my open mouth meets his sweaty pucker.

“In you go” BBRRPPPTTT “Let’s get you reacquainted with the Tank”  FFFWWWWRRRRBBBB “Oh I feel you screaming, I hope it’s because of pleasure and not pain” RRRRFFFUUPPP “Either way you ain’t getting out of my swamp ass” FFFHHHOOORRR “Oh yeah have some more of that” BBBBVVVVUUFFF “Smell it” FFFHHHMMMRRR “Taste it” PPPUUUMMMFFFF “Love it” RRRBBBOOTTTT “Let my stink become your whole world” PPPFFFBBBBRR

“Damn Nick you must really like my farts. Welp, I’m gonna make you regret that…RGH”

BBBBBBBBWWWWWWWHHHHHPPPPPP

“Gonna show you how I earned the nickname Frank the Tank… FGH”

RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

“My body isn’t the only thing strong about me; so’s my gas. Name someone else who can rip like this… GHH”

PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFAAAAAAARRRRRRR

“I ain’t stopping until I bake my farts into your skin. Everyone’s going to know you’re mine when they come near you… HGH”

FFFFFFFFMMMMMMMPPPPPPPTTTTTTT

“You’re going to have to give me a key to your place after this because you’ll be licking my sweaty body clean and eating my farts on a daily basis. Oh and after this I’ll be t-bagging you so you can wash my big ole balls… HRGH”

BBBBBBBUUUUUUUUWWWWWWFFFFFFFFF

PPPPPPPPPMMMMMMMMMMM-HHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBB

“Ha, I guess it’s your love of my man-stink pitted up against my endless supply of protein farts. Let’s see who breaks first. NGH… Spoiler alert, you’re gonna lose. No one beats Frank the Tank… UGH” 

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP

ONE YEAR AND A HALF LATER

I’m getting ready to leave, I’m going to see the new superhero movie with some friends, when I get a call from my aunt.

“Nicky I’m letting you know that Casey’s moving back in with you. I’m done with him!” And with that she hangs up; not letting me get a single word in. 

Suddenly there’s a knock on my door. I open the door and find a smiling Casey on the other side. “Hey cuz I’m back” He says as he brushes past me with his luggage. 

‘Oh poor, unfortunate Casey,’ I think to myself. I give Casey a pitying smile. “You can stay here Casey but you’re going to have to sleep on the couch. My boyfriend just moved in and he turned the second bedroom into a gym.” After saying that we both hear the clanking of heavy weights being lifted in said room. 

Casey’s frowning and I simply shrug. “Hey I got some good news, he’s the friend of yours that you told me about.”

“Hey babe,” I call out, “My cousin, your friend, will be staying with us for a while. Why don’t you give him some company. I’m off to the movies.”

 As I start to leave, Frank steps out the room, all sweaty and only wearing a black jockstrap. It’s his prefered workout gear. When he spots Casey he grins like the Chesire cat. Casey’s frightened face is the last thing I see before I shut the door behind me. Instead of leaving, I press my ear against the door and listen. 

I hear a lot of struggling, grunts, and thuds before I hear Casey’ pleading. “I’m sorry Frank. Please no, not your sweaty ass again. Plea-MMMM” 

“Ah, that should shut you up. Frank the Tank’s stink-bitch is right where he belongs. Now get the licking.”

I don’t think Casey’s going to enjoy his stay with me, this time around. Frank the Tank is someone who knows how to hold a grudge. I almost feel sorry for Casey, almost.

Jamie Christian-Johal