Bully This Gay Man

I don’t know if you remember me: a few months ago I submitted a post looking for a fart slave as my farts and B.O. stink up my dorm room. I then got kicked off Tumblr and had my account deactivated, then got really busy with finals and such. But I’m back. So if my fellow fart master here could share this post to let all these slaves know I’m back, I’d really appreciate it. Still looking for a fart slave to sniff my gas while I jack off, watch Netflix, and do homework. 

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-CHAPTER ONE-

As I lay their motionless I knew there was nothing I could do. My arms and feet were tied to the bed, and I was lying on my back in the dark. Right away I knew it was going to be a long night. I could hear my drunk friends laughing upstairs. I knew it was a bad idea to come to this party, but I couldn’t control myself. I needed to be around people, but I didn’t want to drink. I wanted to meet a nice girl to talk to, and who knows? But what I wanted to happen and what happened are two completely different things.

I arrived at the party fashionably late. I looked around and everyone was either jamming music or drinking their asses off. I mingled with random people and just was trying to be a friendly person. Then I saw her, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, one of thoes playboy bunny types, and she was looking right at me. I felt my cock rise up slowly, just by looking at her. I walked up to her and was ready to say the greatest thing thing that would sweep her off her feet but I managed to say was…

“Hi.” “Hey…” “Cool party….eh? ” “Yep…” A conversation that should have never started. Out of nowhere a jockey looking guy of about 23 walks up to me pissed! Now I’m not gay but if I was this guy would be the “catch.” Beautiful face, with blue gorgeous eyes, chiseled chin, and luscious lips. But what was more overwhelming was his body. HIS BODY, all the way down to his rock hard abs down his torso, to his ass. I could not stop staring at his ass, which was so firm and bubbly. I don’t know how else to explain it. His bulge was showing in his low cut jeans, and he was just a walking dream….for a gay guy.

But he walked up to me and right away you would be able to tell, that he was not happy..

“Hey!” He yelled..(DAMN even his voice was, his dominating voice, pierced my ears) “What the fuck do you think you are doing talking to my girlfriend?” Right away I knew I had made a mistake…but for some reason I couldn’t think straight… “Sorry man I didn’t know”…was what I should have said. I could have avoided EVERYTHING if I had only said that…but what I said was… “I don’t see your name on her!” WHAT? Looking back that didn’t even make sense. She wasn’t something to own!! “I’M NOT SOMETHING TO OWN!” She shouted. “What did you just say you motherfucker? ” “I said, she doesn’t belong to you. I can flirt with whoever the hell I want to!” “Really…well why don’t you just flirt with my cock!”

And at this he punched me in the face knocking the life out of me and sent me crashing to the floor, flat on my back. Immediately everyone crowed around us, like it was a high school fight, or some shit, and he fell, with all his weight onto my chest. He took his hand, grabbed my head and shoved it into the seams of his jeans where his cock laid. I tried to pull away but it was no good. “There you go bitch! FLIRT IT UP! Make sweet love to my dick cocksucker!” “STOP PLEASE, I DIDN’T MEAN TO” was what I was trying to say, but all he could hear was mphhhhphpphphphhHEL PmphhhhhhhhSTOPm phhhh “What’s that cocksucker? I can’t hear you! Your face is up my crouch! Speak up you fucking wimp!”

Right away I knew I had to get this guy off me, but I struggled with all my might with no use. He just laughed saying “It’s gonna be a long night for you faggot. I may not own Juliet, but I’m gonna OWN YOU!” At that note I was petrified… but there was nothing I could do.

After awhile he grew tired of my face in his dick so he decided to change the game….and this is why I am lying on a bed in the dark naked…. “Hey buttmuncher, would you like a bite of my ass?” and at this he pounded his ass full weight on top of my face. I got a head rush with all the weight that was lying on top of my face. “Lets see how long I can sit here, before you pass out!” He laughed, and everyone shouted YEAH! I was just trying to hold my breath for as long as I could and he knew that, and he adjusted that but standing up and falling onto my chest, causing me to release all of my air and he swiftly smashed his ass back on my face with the little hick breath I got. Now I could smell his ass fully. The rankness of it all through the jeans, and now I was falling short of breath. Worse, I could feel his ass puckering and his bowls beginning to open.

“Hey assmuncher! I got a nice present for ya!“And at this he let loose a long disgusting fart on my face. Now I already couldn’t breath and here he is farting on my face, so what air I can mange to get, is now the smell of his ass, yet again. "Man I could sit here forever!” He bragged. “I hope you like the smell of my ass, cause its all you will be smelling for a long, LONG time!. And he farted again, cept this one made my nose burn and smell was unbearable. I held back a gag reflex, and I could feel things getting dizzy. "Aw don’t leave me just yet.” I heard him say. “I’m just getting started!” At that he rose a few inches away from my face. He had me in a reverse school boy pin and he slowly began to lower his jeans. “You fucked with the wrong person tonight man.” He said laughing, along with the whole crowd.

There it was. Before me was this God’s ass, covered in nothing but a thin clad of cloth. and in the middle was a brown skid mark. I remember it, because it was that last thing I saw before I passed out. He lowered his underwear ass onto my face and sat full weight. He then started to rock, back and forth, back and forth. I could feel his hard dick, rubbing against my chest. I could hear the crowd laughing their asses off. I could smell, the rankness that came out of his ass. While he rocked, harder and harder, faster and faster, he farted multiple times. He did nothing but laugh and taunt me from above. “Smells great doesn’t it motherfucker. YEAH. I’ll teach you, you son of a bitch. This is it for you. YEAH. OH GOD this is great for me, how about you? How’s the fucking smell? Is it everything you thought it would be? Yeah you fucking fag, I saw you eyeing my ass…well now you have it. All over your fucking face. YEAH that’s right motherfucker. Now you can smell my ass all the time. Your my fucking slave now. I OWN YOU!.” and he kept rocking and rocking faster and faster. My head was jerking, and I was turning red. My breath was gone. My lungs were screaming for air, but he wouldn’t get up. He just kept riding my face laughing and taunting, and all I could do was lie there motionless under his ass. I felt everything go numb. The sounds of his taunting and the laughter of the crowd was dieing out. Everything began to become a faint whisper. I knew it…this was the end. I am going to die under this mans ass, and there is nothing I can do. I felt everything I was leave me and I felt nothing. I saw nothing. Blackness. Everywhere.

And here we are. Me lying on a bed, tied up. I am breathing very hard, and I am scared. I just wanted to enjoy a party and now I am strapped to a bed in the dark with nothing on, scared for my life. I hear footsteps coming down the stair and the horrible, yet beautiful voice fills me dreaded ears again…“Hey faggot. Glad to see you are finally up.” The light is bright as he just turned it on.. I see him walking down the steps completely naked, walking toward me grinning. “I know how much you enjoyed my ass back there, and now…the nights just begun. I have so many plans for my new ass licker…and you are gonna fulfill all of my wildest desires. You will refer to me as SIR. Nothing more, nothing less. If you do not call me SIR then I shall punish you. Now lets have some fun."He slowly makes his way toward me and sits down on my chest again. I feel like I am experiencing desavu as he slowly backs his ass up toward my face, waiting to smother me once again…..

-CHAPTER TWO-

As I laid there, his bare naked ass Inched closer and closer to my face. I felt like crying, but my tears would fall on death ears. I only wished I didn’t say what I said. If only I didn’t go to the party. My brain was full of thoughts as the smell of his bare ass was right on my neck. He suddenly started laughing, his ass wiggling on my neck.

"Before I smother you with my perfect ass on your pussy face, I gotta tell ya I’m thrilled you talked to my girlfriend. I didn’t think I would ever get someone I could smother in my ass over and over again. You are the luckiest slave in the world!”

On the word world he released a long, gassy fart on my neck that went striaght into my nose. The smell was worse then any fart I had ever smelt. It smelt different this time. There was a stronger smell.

“wow! That did not take long slave….I had some baked beans and deviled eggs, and some other good gassy food, just for you…ehhh” he got up a little off my neck and a giant fart blast erupted from his hole and blew at my face. The smell was unbearable…I could almost taste it. Only inches from his ass and already my gag reflex was acting up. I was in Hell.

Laughing extreamly hard he let out 2 more enormous farts over my face. “Oh no man..” he said suddenly. “your not smelling my farts. Your not getting the full sorce of it…how abou this. Each time I fart you take a massive wiff!”

“no way man!” I found my voice. There was no way I was going to sniff his nasty ass farts. I was compleay against it.

“Well if you don’t sniff my farts Ill just sit on your face naked and smother you to death.” he said simply.

“if I smell your farts….will you let me go?”

“Sure man! Sniff some good massive farts and I’ll set you free.”

I had no chance. My only way to get out of this mess was to sniff farts from his ass. Then I could get the hell out of dodge. “Alright…” I said weakly. “I’ll sniff your…farts.”

Swiftly, his fist hit my chest. “ehhh wrong answer. You should relply yes master, I love sniffing your farts master.”

My chest killing me I replied, of course master….I’m….I’m sorry master.

Please let me sniff your farts. I love them master of mine.“

"Now how could I say no to a pussy face like that??” At that he raised his leg pointing his ass striaght at my nose. I could have sworn I saw green fumes coming out fro

under his ass, as a huge fart blast could be heard all through out the empty room. “smell that fart pig!” he said dominatly. He punched my chest again I took on a huge gull of fart gas I toy lungs. I thought I was going to be sick. The smell was like rotten eggs that had been sitting on baked beans topped off with he smell of shit, all mixed into one in my mouth. “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh that was one.” he said evilily. “I’ve got alot more gas where that came from…” he got up and then sat on my neck agan facing my face, his dick right in my face now, twitching. His smell, his cock smelled like it hadn’t been washed in days. I could see the cheese on his balls and forskin, the smell strong and dominate.

His legs raised on both sides And I felt his pucker on my neck. “here’s TWO! ” h said as the worst, loudest, most horrifiyng fart erupted from his ass cheeks, making my whole body vibrate and stink. I was almost crying, he was lauhing.

“You know…. I thought by sniffing my farts from my ass was enough to get the full experiance of my farts….but now I think im just sit on your face and fart and smother you in my ass. Hahaha!”

I think I stopped breathing from just fright alone. “Nnno!” I croaked. “You said you would let me go if I sniffed your farts!!!”

“I lied.” he said simply. “Where you really stupid enough to think I’d let you go?? IM

going to destroy you slave! My big smelly ass is going to eat you alive and smother you in ass fumes, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

At that statement I knew I wasn’t going home. He then swiftly moved his ass closer to my face and smashed down on me with his naked ass. He started to move back and forth trying to get snug, to get my nose deep in his ass, deep in his hole. It didn’t take long for him to start blasting my nose with farts from left to right. While farting his speed Increased, riding my face faster and faster. I did all I could to move my head but my nose was stuck in his hole, just the way he liked it. It was only after the last giant fart, tha. My lungs started screaming for air. He just kept riding my face faster.

“ohhh…. Ohhhh shit slave….I feel you strugling and it’s…..ohhhh turnin me on!” he breathed very heavyly. He must have been stroking his penis. He was really getting off on this.

I started screaming in ass, desperate for air, but all I got wad a blast of butt gas from his ass. And laughter from my master.

“YOU can scream all you want slave, but my ohhhh my ass Is going to knock you out. Put you to sleep, I’m gonna smother your fuckin face, tell you go numb, tell everything goes blury. And when you finally wake, your vison restored, you’ll see my huge ass ove your face, waiting to start all over again!!!”

He started to ride my face really fast now. He would often raise his ass in the air and smash it down to my face, crushing my skull. He was such a butch man, with the beefest ass I had eve seen, And I was losing it all. Because as I was being smothered unconscious, I knew that I hated this, but I was betrayed by my erect penis. I remember his shouting “look who’s getting excited now, you fucking faggot!”

and then I blacked out, smothering under his once more….

-CHAPTER THREE-

My sight slowly started to come back. My head was reeling. It felt like I had just awaken from a terrible dream. I tried to move but I was still strapped to the king size bed. I was alone. I also noticed that I came. Nothig but fresh cum was all over my exposed penis. This was indeed a nightmare…the scariest part…was hay I wasn’t asleep…but why was I so turned on by all of this. I turned my head to see the clock. 2.40 pm.

He must be in classes. I bucked and tugged, and try to do anything I could to move, but it was to no avail. I was trapped. “HELP!” I screamed. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?“ nothing but silence. All I could do is wait…for my master to get home…

"no way man!” said chuck. “that’s the sickest thing I ever heard.”

SIR just laughs flaunting. “I lowered my naked ass onto his face and smothered him to the edge man. He didn’t stand a chance. He’s strapped to my fucking bed.

"so you have your own personal ass licker?”

“and fart sniffer!” he added cruely. “I make sure to eat the gassiest of foods before his torture begins. And there’s nothing he can do but embrace it all. The sick ducker got off on las night, as he passed out under my ass.” SIR took another bite of his burrito and smiled.

“this is why I brought you here, to the sickest Mexican restraunt on campus. You are going to Join me tonight in his torture session. With your fat ass, he won’t have a chance!” he chuckeled at his own cruel humor.

“heeeyyy watch it on the weight jokes!” chuck said biting into his beans. “I’m trying to loose weight.”

“shutup you fatfuck! Your trying to loose weight just as much as i’m trying to set that fucker free.” he looked around for the waitress and called to her. “two more burritos for me and my fatfuck!”

“your going to have a lot of gas I you keel eating like that.” she said worried but none the less writing done the orders.

“counting on it.” he said with a smirk.

7.00 pm and still no sign of anything. How much longer was I supposed to sit here. I was gettig so hungry. Having already pissing on myself…I felt so helpless.

“hey fart face!!! I’m hoooommmmeee!”

SIR stood at the door way, in tight ass jeans. “ gAh I am so fucking bloated for eating all that Mexican food! I really need a place to sit down and let loose all this…gas.” on the word gas a monster of fart blew out of him. I could smell the smell all the wAy from the bed. It had to be the most God awful thing I had ever smelled. Straight up shit.

“whew! God damn! That stung!” he laughed jumping on the bed over me starig down at my face. “ are you fucking crying?” he said shocked.

“please master.” I said as I found my voice. “you’re farts are the worst. I can’t take this anymore…I’m scared. Scared of dying under your farting ass. Please. Just le me go sir. PlllleeeeAaaassseee. I’m fucking begging you!”

“you know what…” he said win concern in his voice. He turned around facing the door. Was he thinking of leaving, maybe letting me go. Standing still on the bed he spoke. “I never thought about that before.. Like I can’t belive I didn’t realize it. I’m playing God. I’m chooseing if you live or die…that’s such a scary situation for anyone” he turned his head over his shoulders staring in my eyes. Instintly his look of concern turned I to a smirk, a devilish smile…“and fuck does that turn me on! Having power! Having you fear my ass! Oh shit! I’m not letting you go!”

He slowly lowered his Jean covered ass onto my face, laughing, evil laughter. It seemed forvever for his ass to rest on my face. Once there i felt his ass pucker and a loud fart exploaded out of his ass straight up my nose. I started caughing, gagging.

“get use to it slave! This ass is full of wonderful gas to share on you face!” he let another fart go, this one louder and smellier then the last. My head felt light, I was suffering, dieing, in these farts.

He sa on my face in jeans for about 30 mins hen stood up, lowering his jeans, showing his skidmarked underwear, to my face. “ time for phase 2! It’s time for you to be punished slave, for pissing in my fucking bed!”

shit I almost forgot that I had done that, but what was the worse he could do? He already had compleatly degraded me!

“this bed cost me 500 dollars slave. 500 fuckin dollars. I was thinking, while I sat on your face, a cruel way to punish you….I mean I already make you smell my farts, I could beat you but I’m not sure that’s cruel enough…I could fuck you, but your faggy ass may like that too much…and then it came to me…”

SIR suddenly started to jump on his bed higher and higher. All I could see was him getting serious hight. Then without warning I saw his ass hurling toarwd me at insane speed. His ass crushed only my face, and I felt my whole head go numb.

“one.” he said continuing to jump. Again his underwear ass came crushing to my face, my whole face was pounding. He was going to kill me. “two.” each time, his ass fell to my face, and each time I felt my cranium crushed by power, speed and force. The torture seem to go on forever…he was right. This was the perfect punishment.

“333” he said laughing his ass smashing harder on my face and farts fireing out. I could do nothing but lay there staring at the ass that was going to crush me agai. And again. “401” like an acrobat he jumped up in mid air an removed his underwear, causing his naked ass to smash down on my trapped face, farts coming out. I could now smell him…all of him, for a brief second, and then his ass would falm to my face again. Over and over and over….

“481” after this point each time he landed he made sure to land with all his weight on me, and always produce a long fart, grind his ass in my face, and jump back up to commence the tortue. The last crushes seemed to last forever, because he dragged it out win smelling farts an grinding his naked ass.

“498” SLAM Bbbbbbrrrrtttt

“499” SLAM Bbbbbbbbbbrrrrrtttttttttttttt

at the last smash he made sure to jump extra high and SLAM!!!

“500” he said lettin looses the loudest smelliest monster of A fart yet. “ahhhhb considered yourself punished…listen you little fucker, if you ever fucking piss in my bed agai , I wim break your fucking skull!!” he stayed on my face, farting over and over again…I had the worst headache known to man.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “ohhh…” said sir. he raised off my face And answered the door. “we hello good fat friend chuck! So good of you to make it!” he said smiling. Fat was an understatement for this guy. A 300 something pound man, entered the room. “hope your fag fart sniffe is ready, cause I got so e nasty ones for him.” he said removing his shorts, revealing his white/brownish underwear. He lifted his leg And BBBBBBBBBrRRRTTTTPPPPPPPP came out and panicked. He stepped onto the bed, and I felt the whole bed seem to lean down. He turned around, facing this huge ass at my face. “hope your ready for this fag.” came SIRS voice. “If you were scared of my ass killing you, I can only inmagine what your thinking now!”

Scat. Although it’s a near-universal “limit” for most Men and fags alike, the truth is: Even those who insist “no scat” have fantasized about it at some point or another — even if they’re not willing to admit it out loud. Here’s another truth: Whether they’re “into” it or not is irrelevant. The reality is that superior Alpha Men have a right to use inferior faggots however they wish, and to have everything about them — everything on their bodies, and everything from their bodies — worshipped by said faggots. Although it can be erotic for some, there doesn’t have to be anything sexual about it. Ultimately, it’s about power, control, hierarchy and the natural, biological order between Men and fags. Every Man should therefore be open to the idea of having a toilet fag (if only for the purpose of relieving His bodily functions), and every fag must be prepared for the day that they must answer the call of toilet duty. For some, that day may never come. For others, it may have already passed. Either way, it’s in the spirit of that day that i answer the numerous requests i’ve received on this topic from my followers by presenting the following list of 20 ways to use shit pigs and scat fags:

Go a few days without showering and minimal to no wiping, then make Your faggot sniff — and then clean — Your dirty shithole.

Wear the same pair of white briefs for a week or several weeks. When the inside of them is more yellow and brown than white, make Your faggot suck on Your skidmarks and shit stains to get all the flavor out of them.

Take a shit. Instead of wiping, finger Your dirty hole, then wipe it on Your faggot’s upper lip. Let Your shit swipe dry there so the fag can smell Your stink in his nostrils all day long.

Sit on the toilet and make Your faggot suck Your cock while You take a dump. This is called a blumpkin. Enjoy it. Then, after, sit on Your faggot’s face and use his tongue as toilet paper.

Take a shit. Fish Your turd out of the toilet and use it like a marker to write “faggot” or “pig” on Your faggot’s forehead.

Collect a pair of Your faggot’s underwear. Take a shit in them. Make him wear them either while he services You, while he does chores for You or while he’s out running errands. Feeling Your warm shit in his fag-orifices will be a strange and exciting sensation.

Shit into a plastic sandwich baggy. Place the baggy into Your faggot’s facecunt with the opening taped to the outside of his mouth. Then, tape the faggot’s mouth shut, completely covering both his facepussy and the opening of the sandwich baggy. Proceed to fuck the faggot, spank him, edge him — anything that doesn’t require his mouth. While You use the rest of his body for Your pleasure, he’ll remain hopelessly fixated on the bag of shit in his mouth. He won’t taste it, but he’ll feel it. And it will make him feel pathetic.

Take a shit in the toilet. Make Your faggot bob for Your turds like apples.

Order Your faggot to hold his hands out, cupped, like a beggar begging for food. Shit into his hands. Order him to masturbate in front of You while You watch, using Your shit as lube.

Take a shit on Your faggot’s chest. Use your hands to smear it onto his face and body, like bodypaint. Or, make the faggot do the smearing himself.

Sit on the faggot’s face and order him to give You a rimjob. Eventually, sit down firmly and start shitting. You can warn him first, if You like. Or not. Either way, make him eat it.

Stretch Your faggot’s hole. Use your fingers, fist, cock, toys — whatever it takes to get it loose, open and gaping. Take a shit, then “re-pack” it into Your faggot’s hole, which should be loose enough to smuggle Your turds in. You can use a turkey baster or similar implement to assist You if necessary.

Invite some buddies over. Each of You take a shit on a plate. Blindfold Your faggot, give him a fork or spoon, and make him take a bite from each plate. It’s a blind taste test, and he must correctly match each turd to its owner. If he fails, he will be punished severely. Perhaps he has to eat the entire plate of shit that he guessed incorrectly, for instance. Or perhaps You will just beat him. It’s up to You and Your buddies!

Take a shit in Your faggot’s shoes. Make him go for a walk around the block.

Take a shit into a popsicle mold, or an ice cube tray. Freeze it. Next time Your faggot is over, make him lick the frozen treat — the “poopsicle” — You’ve made for him. (This works especially well when You have loose stools.)

Make Your faggot demonstrate proper blowjob technique on one of Your turds. (This works especially well when You have a hard, firm stool.)

Give Yourself an enema; release Your shitwater all over Your faggot’s body and/or face. Tell him You’re baptizing him.

Fuck Your faggot’s dirty, shit-filled cunt, then make him suck Your dirty cock clean.

Make Your faggot dinner. Substitute Your shit for one of the main ingredients. Make him eat and enjoy.