My Life

While I love my new apartment for being cheap in an otherwise up and coming part of the city, I couldn’t stand my neighbors above me.

Or maybe that’s too harsh. They were hot guys, bro types, but whenever we crossed paths they’d ignore me. I’d smile and say hi, and they’d nod their heads but I’d hear them snicker behind my back as I went down the stairs. Had to be making fun of my gay voice. Pricks.

And the parties would get loud. The first time there were rowdy laughs up and down the stairs. I heard girls coming in and out and squealing, guys chug-chanting, footsteps stomping across my ceiling. To top things off, my bedroom was right under one of theirs, so I’d hear the guy having very loud sex with loud women. I mean it was kind of hot to imagine his huge cock making her scream, and I’d love to have that cock do the same to my ass, but it was hard to get a good night’s sleep.

One Sunday night, with ANOTHER rager going on upstairs, I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped out of bed and stomped up the stairs to finally confront them. After I knocked the door was opened by a woman with glassy eyes holding a hard seltzer. I suddenly felt nervous about doing this, I hated complaining to restaurants or customer service reps, let alone neighbors who could make my life hell if they wanted to. But it was a Sunday night god damnit, don’t these people have work to do?

“Hey, uh, can I talk to the guys who live here? I’m downstairs and the noise is getting too loud,”

“Oh sure, yeah they’re over there…Hey Dave, Jesse, some kid wants to talk to you,”

I’m an adult, bitch. Everyone always thought I was still a teen because of my boyish face and scrawny small build. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she needed someone my age to buy seltzer for her. But I tried to put on as friendly-but-stern voice as I could when I walked in.

“Hey sorry to bug you guys,” I started to say. But one of them in a blue plaid shirt and red shorts interrupted me;

“Oh it’s the fag from 2A, what’s up bitch boy?”

I was stunned. “…excuse me?!”

He had a douchey grin, “Well you’re a fag right?”

I ignored him and said “Look, it’s Sunday night, I got work tomorrow, do you guys mind keeping it down a bit?”

The other guy with a dull brown plaid and blue jeans stepped up, “Well what if we don’t wanna keep it down? It’s a free country.”

The other partygoers were staring at us. The girls were giggling to themselves and whispering. My face was burning red with embarrassment.

“If you don’t keep it down, I’ll have to call the police…”

“Oooooo” some moans. Many rolled their eyes.

“Why be a buzzkill man?” The guy in the blue shirt said, “Let’s start over. I’m Dave, and this is Jesse. We like to party, and we don’t like little fags who try to ruin our fun.”

“Ok fuck off you two,” I was getting too mad to care. “Either quiet down or the cops will make you.”

“What about option 3?” Asked Jesse.

He whispered to Dave, who started to smile, and then laugh. I didn’t like that.

“Ok new plan; back in college we were frat brothers and we had a ton of fun using pledges as fart sniffers. One fag really liked it so we gave him all the ass he wanted.”

Laughter and groans of disgust around me. I wanted to say fuck off again, but they got my attention and my dick twitched.

“Our favorite move was giving ass sandwiches, like so. Dave?”

Then in front of everyone, Dave turned around and pulled his shorts down to expose his smooth round ass with beautiful cheeks. More laughter and I saw people pull their phones out for pics. Then Jesse did the same, and his jeans dropped to flash his ass, just as smooth and perky. Then they backed up and with drunken laughter they pressed their butts together and started to rub and grind against each other. Everyone was laughing, Dave and Jesse loudest of all. I was frozen in place.

“All we need is the filling. Fag from 2A, how bout we can be as loud as we want, and you get to be sandwiched between our asses right now?”

I could feel eyes staring at me wondering what I’d do. It was degrading, and calling me slurs made me feel angry. Their whole attitudes were so sophomoric. I wanted to hate these guys but my dick was already up and hard.

I got on my knees. Everyone cheered. And now all the phones were whipped out to capture what would happen next.

Dave got on my right side, and Jesse on my left. The heat from their butts hit my face first and I could smell their stink, probably from sweating all night dancing and drinking. And then they pressed together and smushed my head.

Someone put on some song with a sexy beat and they swayed and rubbed with it. My face was pulled back and forth by their butt cheeks, their sweat smearing against my cheeks ears and hair. The phones recording this should have humiliated me but I felt a smile grow bigger and bigger.

“Ah he likes it, don’t you fag, you looooove our butts,” Jesse was really getting into it, rubbing the left side of my face raw. I was trembling with excitement.

“Yes sir, I do,”

“Ah, SIR!” Dave cried, “God you’re just like the sick fag from AKO, I got a present for you,”

I felt him yank at my hair to twist my head. All of a sudden my face was ramped up against his ass and the moment I felt my nose slip into his sweaty crack, his wrinkled hole pressed against my nose and made the stink worse than it already was;

PRTPRTPRPTRPTPPPPPPPPPPPP

The guys cheered and howled with laughter, while the girls groaned in disgust. “That’s gross!” “That’s dirty!” “Ugh I hate boys,”

But I loved it. It was disgusting how thick the stink was up close with the funk of whatever he ate earlier churned with bottles and bottles of beer. My inner animal took over and I clawed at his cheeks to grab hold and push in for more.

“Wow he’s starving for farts, sick fuck,” Dave laughed.

I felt Jesse press his butt against the back of my head and they continued their “ass sandwich” dancing and grinding, this time my eyes were blocked out by Dave’s ass cheeks. His crack gave me a deep massage that threw me into a daze. I could only see glimpses of his cheeks before being sucked back in, and I could barely breathe from the pressure. When I could breathe, my nose was filled with more fart funk and ass crack sweat.

Then Jesse pulled me out and twisted my head so my nose could meet his shithole. The hair in his crack was exfoliating my skin. It was coarse and grimey while his tight cheeks blinded me again. Dave’s ass pressed hard so I was smothered into Jesse’s crack. I felt his hole push up on my nose and automatically my arms flew up to wrap around his waist and hug it tight.

PRTPRPTRPT PTPRTPRTP PTPRTPRTPRPTP

“Damn that was a triple threat!” Dave cried. I heard them high five.

I vacuum sucked each one with deep violent breaths. I thought I was going to pass out, hyperventilating on fart gas. I didn’t care that everyone around me was either laughing at me or disgusted by how degenerate I was acting. I didn’t care. I loved the heat from Jesse’s fart and Dave’s cheeks grinding and massaging the back of my neck. I felt Dave fart into my hair.

The song ended. I felt lightheaded and stunned. Dave held onto my hair and looked down at me. “So what did you say about calling the cops, little ass sandwich boy?”

I blinked, “Nothing sir, I won’t say anything,”

“Good. Get back in there, I gotta Blue Moon fueled bubble waiting for you!”

More groans. The guys were loving it. My eyes widened because I felt Jesse take over and hold my head still. Dave spread his cheeks and backed up to block out my vision.

PRPTRPTRPTPRTPRPTPPPPPP

I think I died and went to heaven.

…

I love my new apartment for being cheap in an otherwise up and coming part of the city. And I love my new neighbors.

One day I was walking up the stairs just as they were coming down, and Dave flashed a huge smile, “Ay fart munch is here!”

“Hello sir,” I muttered. My face went red.

“Listen we’re throwing another rager tonight. Your lips better be on Jesse’s shithole like it’s your girlfriend.”

Jesse said, “Yeah we had a bunch of tacos for lunch and I promised my friends they’d see something nasty they’d never forget.”

“They loved watching you cream your little pussy while being in our ass sandwich. They wanna see more.”

“Ok sir, yes sirs, yes I will be there.”

“Oh and before you go,” Dave twisted around, his basketball shorts stretched across his cheeks, “Nose in. Right now.”

I scrambled to my hands and knees and crawled up the stairs. My nose sunk into his shorts and filled with his BO.

PRPTRPTRPTRPTPRPPPPPP

The fart was really hot and thick and it made me gag. But I kept sniffing.

“Nasty dude, just like college,”

“Can’t wait to show the bros. They may wanna take turns with fart munch,”

I'm still working on the next part of TSOBB, but I've had this in my drafts a while, so I put some finishing touches on it and here it is! You've been assigned a presentation on flatulence for your Men's Health class; what could possibly go wrong?

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I took a few deep breaths in my car in the parking lot of the university. I had to do a presentation today in my men’s health class. I was in my last semester, and I had put off taking this course since it was easy. 

However, I made the mistake of taking it at the only time football players could take, so the rest of the class consisted of teammates. And the class was right after practice. Athletes like them didn’t care about their grades, and that always frustrated me, as someone who worked hard to make good grades. Class was always miserable. To make matters worse, one of the football coaches, Coach Brant, was the professor for the class. 

My presentation was on farts. Well “flatulence.” We all got different bodily functions and with a class of thirty, Coach Brant had to get creative. As gross as the topic was, it was an easy project to put together. But I didn’t look forward to doing the presentation in front of a bunch of immature men. 

I looked at the clock in my car and saw it was time to go inside. I grabbed my things and went into the university. I made my way to the classroom. I saw my spot open and Kyle, the football captain, sitting next to it. He was the worst of the bunch, but as I looked around the room, I realized there was nowhere else to sit. 

I walked to my seat without looking at Kyle. As I sat down, I felt a sharp stab in my butt. I rose up and saw a pin sticking up in my seat. I looked over at Kyle and found him smirking. 

“A prick for a prick.” Kyle spat. “You’ve been a pretentious asshole all semester, and now we’re gonna have some fun.” 

Before I could respond, Coach Brant entered the room and started the class. “Good afternoon. Let’s get going on the presentations. The first up today is flatulence.” 

I took a deep breath and walked to the front of the room. I felt my stomach turning from nerves. I turned to look at the classroom full of men. They varied in shapes and sizes but all reeked from their practice. 

I inhaled to begin my presentation, but before words could leave my mouth, a long fart erupted from my ass. My face turned pale as the classroom laughed and even Coach Brant chuckled. “That’s quite the creative introduction, but let’s get this going.” 

“Of course.” I replied sheepishly. “My presentation is on flatulence.” I clicked to change the slide and another fart came out of my ass. The class all laughed again, but Coach Brant wasn’t amused. 

“Cut out the jokes.” Brant scolded. 

“I’m sorry.” I defended myself. “I don’t know what’s happening.” But when I finished that word, a loud fart started from my ass lasting for ten seconds. The football players were out of control with laughter as Coach Brant was fuming. 

“It seems to me like he’s making a joke of your class, Coach Brant.” Kyle yelled over the laughter. Several teammates voiced agreement. “Maybe you should punish him like you do us when we’re late to practice, and we’ll see if he still thinks farts are so funny.” 

I shuttered at the thought as Coach Brant approached me. “I think you’re right, Kyle.” Brant placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I looked up at Coach Brant. He may have been in shape when he played in college but he let himself go as a coach. 

Coach Brant turned around to put his round, huge ass in my face. He grabbed my head and pushed my face between his cheeks. The class cheered as Brant lifted a leg in the air. 

PRRRRRRRT

 “Still think farts are funny?” He asked as he continued to hold my face in his ass. 

I wasn’t quite sure why but I felt like I never needed oxygen more. I sniffed deeply and loudly from his ass as the class continued to hoot and holler. 

PRRPRPRPRPRT

A second blast doused over my face as I continued sniffing it like my life depended on it. Despite the awful stench, a thirst inside me had awakened and Coach’s gas was quenching it. 

“I think you may need some help, Coach.” I heard Kyle say, who had walked up to the two of us. “My preworkout is tearing me up. And don’t we owe this class a presentation on flatulence?” The class cheered. 

“Go ahead, Kyle.” Coach Brant said, letting go of my head and letting Kyle step in front of me. Kyle had a muscular build with a bulging muscular ass. 

Without thinking, I shoved my face in Kyle’s ass. The class erupted at my reaction. Kyle ripped a long, wet fart onto my face. I sniffed and sniffed, unable to get enough. 

“I’m starting to think he may find farts more than funny.” Kyle teased, rustling my hair. “Who wants to help us find out?” 

The class exploded in celebration as several football players got up to come forward and take their turn. As I thought of all these men farting on me, I realized I had been hard all this time. But I’d never been into farts before?

Kyle unleashed a nasty, disgusting fart on my face and shimmied his ass against me before removing himself. With the help of another player, Kyle grabbed my shoulders and forced me on my back. 

“Let’s give it to him straight from the source, boys.” Kyle encouraged, removing his shorts to reveal only a jockstrap underneath. The men cheered and removed theirs as well. As I looked around, I saw countless hairy legs with jockstraps.

Kyle stepped over me, facing away and slowly crouching his ass down to my face. As he did so, three other players surrounded the rest of my head. Anywhere I looked, an ass eclipsed my view. The sweat from their practice and dried shit in their cracks wafted a terrible aroma that once again left me wanting more. But I wasn’t wanting for long. 

PRRRRRTRTRT

BSSSSSLSSLST

FRFRFRFRFRRRRRRT

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT 

Fart after fart attacked my face. When one ass was done, he was replaced by another. I sniffed and sniffed in a new euphoric bliss. I never wanted to be anywhere else. 

As the cloud of fumes seemed to be endless, my arousal was through the roof and my cock exploded into my pants. I gushed and gushed, leaving a visible puddle in my crotch. 

“No way, boys,” Kyle exclaimed “He came!”

“Are you kidding? That’s so gross!” “He should’ve been sniffing our farts ages ago!” “Wait until everyone hears about this!” 

The football players cheered and laughed as they unleashed the last of their farts on my face. Before class was over, videos had been sent across school. 

I told him that some guys like to spend even several hours with their head inside, while I watch tv or tend to business and fart on their faces.  Some guys really can’t take the smell but they don’t want me to stop - I can just make out their muffled moans as I sit on their face.  These guys really like a smelly ass.  You can feel the suction of their nostrils on my hole as I fart and they inhale deeply.  

(Contains: M/M, farting, face-farting, mouth-farting, public humiliation, possible underage (unspecified ages), bullying.) 

James nearly trips over his feet on his way to homeroom. It isn’t that he’s in a rush or anything—far from it. It’s his first day at a new high school, which any sane teenager would find nerve-wracking, but James has reason to be afraid. He’s always had a hard time fitting in with the other boys. He’s never liked or been good at sports, or cared about cars, or wasted any time trying to impress a pretty girl. He tried his best to fake it, but things got worse when puberty hit and all the other boys shot up, then out, while he stayed short and scrawny. You’d think smaller legs would be easier to navigate—less flesh and bone to keep track of—but you’d be wrong. Between his size, his constant fumbling, and the persistent (not incorrect) rumours that always sprout up about his sexuality, school has never been easy. He hopes that this time he can at least keep a low profile. Nobody can bully you if they don’t even know you exist.

Ball Drop

(This is a quick little story for you miserable horny little bitches. I hope 2021 is better than 2020, and I hope you’re all able to find happiness that is well deserved in the new year. Also thank you for over 1,000 followers. I never addressed it, but I am really grateful. 🥂)

“...three, two, oneeee!”

As part of a yearly tradition that you didn’t come up with. Your boyfriend Antony would crush your tiny frame with his saggy scrotum. Trapping you with his genitals, as he jerked off on top of your defenseless body. You had been forced under his sack for over a minute now. It felt like an eternity of grinding and dick musk. You knew he was already hard, because you could feel his dick grow with every thrust. He was just waiting for the new year to yank out his dick and pump it out on top of you. As he finished the countdown. He pulled his thong below his balls and let them unload onto After a few years of enduring this torturous ritual you knew better than to try to escape. Even as he lifted himself off of you briefly to pull his thong you knew to stay in place. Lying on your back, or things would get rough.

Antony moaned as he started to stroke his dick. Meanwhile you were struggling to just catch a breath. The saggy skin of his balls pooled over your body. Almost drowning you in must and pheromones. His balls bounced on top of your body rhythmically. Moving up and down in a motion that followed the movement of his dick.

“Awwww fuck!” Antony moaned,

“Babe feel free to move around down there.” You complied. Anything to get this over more quickly. You began to squirm. Kicking and clawing at the fleshy wall that confined you.

“Fuck babe. Use your nails!” You scratched at his dick vigorously. Getting the scent of his manhood trapped under your finger nails. You noticed the faster and harder you scratched the choppier his breaths got. His breathing was getting heavy, and as the loose skin that dangled over you contracted and became more dense you knew he was blowing his load. A moan of pure bliss vibrated through his body, and he sighed deeply. Dropping his dick on top of his gargantuan balls, and further crushing you with more weight.

He pulled himself off of you, and you gasped for much needed air. He chuckled a bit as he watched you recuperate from his strenuous assault on your senses. You slowly stood up as you gained some strength, and looked up at him, waiting for his next move. He smiled down at you knowing that you were frustrated, because he nearly killed you with his sack, and it made you so insufferably, horny.

“I was thinking this year we spice it up a little,” he teased as he turned around and plopped his plump ass in front of you. Without a second thought you ran. You knew his ass was a war zone, you could feel it’s heat and smell radiating towards you, and with how musty his balls were the scent of his ass must’ve been catastrophic. Of course your attempt to escape was in vein. You weren’t even an inch tall. Your little legs barely carried any mobility compared to Antony. Who instantly plucked your little body between two fingers, and lifted you to his face. There was a dangerous smirk smeared across his mouth. You wanted to fight, but you knew there was no point.

“Well I was gonna go easy on you, but since you decided to disrespect this beautiful ass that you should be worshipping. I’m going to have to punish you. Sorry babe,” Antony said with a cruel arrogance. You started kicking at his hand, but your feeble kicks were useless. He started to lower you. Purposely moving slowly to torture you. As you braced to enter his ass. He stopped.

“Oh wait. I need to lubricate.” With that said he quickly lifted your insolent body back up to his face and placed you on his tongue. You screamed for him to stop, but he simply receded his tongue back into his mouth. As he closed his jaws your screams bounced off of the cavernous walls of his mouth, and echoed back at you. You sat in fear for a moment. Everything was calm, unmoving. Until his saliva started creeping towards you. Slowly rising in the darkness. Then, as you felt his spit soak your body. All hell broke loose. His tongue started grating you against the roof of his mouth, next it brushed you against his teeth. Your body got tossed around the inside of his mouth like it was some sort of fucked up rollercoaster. Then like it had started everything went calm, and his mouth opened. You watched as his fingers slid across his lips into his mouth to retrieve you.

As soon as his fingers felt your body they snatched you from the darkness, and pulled you into the light. Antony let out a sick chuckle before lowering you again. This time more quickly, and with more intent. You watched in horror, as with his other hand he pulled down his thong, and grabbed his right ass cheek. Separating his two mounds of fat to allow your access. As your body became level with his hole you prepared yourself for the worst. Your preparation meant nothing however. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the stench that was ingrained on Antony’s asshole in this moment. It was vile, and is if it couldn’t get worse,

ppPFfFfRtTtTtT

A hot airy fart puffed against your body, and flooded your nostrils, causing you to choke on his ass gas.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, and you knew it wasn’t a good sign.

PPPpffFflLLrRtT

He began to rub your body against his slimy putrid hole. You were gagging. This was sick, and worst of all your dick was hard.

“Listen to the fireworks babe,” Antony said with a laugh.

bbTRraaaPpTT

pppRrRrraaaaaPprrRrRtT

FFffFrRRrRaaaaAaaaRrtT

“Holy fuck!” Antony laughed for a good while, before saying,

“Now it’s time for your punishment.”

This wasn’t the punishment? You started to panic. What more could he do? As he pinched your body again, and pulled you out, before turning your body perpendicular to his hole. That’s when you knew. That this New Years celebration, was going to be much more hellish than you had anticipated. You felt your feet go into his hole, and as you got pushed in even deeper you could feel his asshole stretch around you. As he guided you into his anus, panic momentarily ceased, and was replaced by pleasure, as your dick slid against his insides. The sensation made you cum. You felt disgusted, ashamed, but moreso terrified, because he didn’t stop until you were chest deep. No pleasure could completely replace the anxiety of almost being swallowed by your mans asshole.

You began to claw at his crack trying to pull yourself out.

“Ah ah ah, when will you learn your lesson?” Antony said ominously. His finger lurked back over to you, and you knew it was over. He began to push you in further, until nothing, but your head remained outside of his hole.

ppPFFFrrRTt

“Now be good, and I’ll try to hold my farts, while your inside of me,” Antony said, before pulling his thong back up, and going to rest on the couch.

When Nick was 23 his parents had a surprise pregnancy and birthed his little brother Charlie. Unfortunately their parents died two years later in a car accident. Nick moved across the country to gain custody of his little brother. Thanks to finding a good job and the money from his parents life insurance, Nick’s able to provide for Charlie. Three years later, Charlie’s just started kindergarten and has made a best friend named Kevin, and tonight he’s having a sleepover at his house. 

They pull up in front of Kevin’s house and Charlie’s out like the flash, racing toward the front door. Nick quickly grabs his son’s knapsack and chases after him. Nick thinks happily about Charlie calling him dad after being together for one and a half years.

When they reach the door, Charlie hastily rings the doorbell several times. A few seconds later the door swings open and Nick stops breathing. The man who opens the door is gorgeous. He looks to be in his late thirties with dark blond hair and blue eyes. He’s wearing an orange pair of shorts and a white wife-beater that showcases his dedication to the gym.He then dazzles Nick with a pearly white smile. 

“Hey guys, glad you could make it.” he says in a deep voice, making Nick swoon even more. 

“Hi Mr. Whitemore, is Kevin here?” Charlie asks excitedly.

“Sure he’s just in the living-room watching tv; come on in”

With that, Charlie zooms around the guy, and into the house. Nick laughs before introducing himself. The other dad introduces himself as Carl and asks if Nick would like to stay for a little while before leaving. Nick graciously accepts.

Nick follows Carl inside and nearly stumbles at the sight of Carl’s ass. Carl has a huge, plump bubble butt that is stretching his orange shorts to their limit. Each of his butt cheeks are the size of a throw pillow and jiggle with his every step. 

They walk into the living-room and find the kids sitting on the floor, next to each other, watching tv. Carl walks up to them and lies down, on his stomach in the space in between them. Carl’s fat rump, that’s pointed in the air, is located between the two.

“Look out you guys, the stink volcano is about to erupt” Carl announces before grunting.

BBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFWWWWWPPPPPP

Carl rips a 5 second fart, surrounding the two kids in a fart cloud. The kids giggle and pinch their noses closed. Nick’s adjusting his pants making sure his semi isn’t showing. Farts have always done it for Nick.

Kevin looks at Charlie smiling, “Better get used to the smell, my dad farts a lot.” 

“I sure do” Carl butts in, “Now come on you guys it’s time for dinner.” 

The kids head into the dining-room with the fathers right behind them. The kids take a seat at the table, next to each other, and Nick sits across from Charlie.

“We got to be careful Charlie, dad loves to fart in peoples’ faces. He does it to me all the time.” Kevin tells Charlie and rolls his eyes.

“Oh Kev, you should’ve warned him sooner.” Carl stands next to Charlie’s seat and twists his hips, aiming his meaty backside at Charlie’s face.

PPPPPPHHHHRRRBBBB

Carl rips a 4 second fart in Charlie’s face. Charlie cringes in disgust while Kevin laughs.

“You shouldn’t be laughing son, a papa butt bomb’s heading your way too” Carl says as he runs over and sticks his bubbly bum into Kevin’s face. 

PPPPPMMMMM-FFFFRRRR

Carl rips 2 sizable poots in Kevin’s face. They all laugh as the kids describe the smell of Carl’s nasty farts.

“Hope you guys are hungry. I ordered Pizza Hut.” Carl walks past Nick, into the kitchen. After waiting for two minutes, the kids start laughing at something behind Nick. Nick turns his head and finds his face within inches of Carl’s bulbous rear-end. Carl grunts and…

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHPPPPPPPP

9 seconds of fetid air streams out of Carl’s butt and right into Nick’s face. It stinks of rotten eggs and onions, and has Nick’s eyes stinging. It also has enough force to blow Nick’s hair back.

“Ah, sorry Nick but not even other dads are safe from getting farted on by me.” He tells Nick with a smirk as he sits next to him.

Nick smiles back, with his eyes still watery. Nick wiggles some in his seat; his pants are feeling a little bit tighter. They all start eating and talking. The kids are mostly talking about what all they’re going to do tonight.

30 minutes later, they’re all about done. Carl stands up, leans forward while bracing his hands on the table, and sticks his butt out. Carl scrunches up his face and says, “Man that was real good. Here are my compliments to the chef… GGH”

RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHFFFFFFF

Carl unleashes a 8 second, trumpeting fart into the room. “Ew dad, that’s going to stink.” Kevin’s words ring true as the stench of rotten eggs spreads throughout the room. Kevin grabs Charlie’s hand and continues, “I’m gonna show Charlie my room.” and then they’re off, running up the stairs.

“You two have fun” Carl calls after them. Carl turns to Nick, about to say something, when a light in the hallway flickers off.  Carl groans and asks Nick, “Hey will you help me change that light. It’s pretty high up.” and Nick agrees to help.

Carl gets a ladder and stands it under the light. He climbs up it while Nick keeps it steady. Nick’s mouth goes dry as he winds up with Carl’s plump ass bouncing in front of his face as he works. 

Carl takes out the dead lightbulb and hands it to Nick. Nick takes it and hands him up a new one. After installing the new bulb Carl says, “Thanks Nick, hey can you take this for me too” Before Nick can react, Carl swivels his hips and pushes his thick butt into Nick’s face.

FFFFFOOOOOOWWWWPPPPPP

Carl rips a 5 second butt bomb pointblank in Nick’s face. Nick gets a nose-full of Carl’s rancid butt fumes.

Carl laughs as he climbs down the ladder. Nick laughs along with him as he subtly rearranges himself in his pants, but Carl notices. Carl’s smile morphs into an impish smirk. 

Carl grabs Nick’s crotch with one hand, making Nick grunt, and he places his other hand on Nick’s chest, backing him into the wall. Carl quickly spins around and backs his huge ass into Nick’s crotch, trapping him in between himself and the wall.

“Oh it seems like I’ve found myself a fan of Daddy’s gas” BBFFMP “Then by all means have some more” FHHAAB “Yeah there’s a good boy, keep humping Daddy’s toxic butt” BHHHUT “It’s been too long since Daddy lit up a sexy boy’s face with his butt bombs” PPVORR “You’ll definitely be in for a treat if you decide to stay a little longer here boy” RMMAPP “Daddy promises to singe out all of your nose hairs if you do” FRMMMT “And just so you know, Daddy’s an endless farting machine… NGH” 

RRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAABBBBBBB

Carl rips a barrage of bubbly farts on Nick’s crotch, while circling his hips, working his butt stink in. Nick can’t stop himself from dry-humping Carl’s fat ass; Carl’s eggy butt fumes fill the hallway, making Nick horny as hell.

Suddenly they hear little feet racing down the stairs. Carl turns his head, and smirks back at Nick. “This isn’t over. Daddy has more for you later.”

Carl pulls away and they make sure they both look decent before running into the kids in the living-room.

Kevin frowns as he fans the air in front of his face. “Ew dad you’ve been farting.”

Carl shrugs and says, “Guilty” before hiking up his left leg and…

BBBBBBFFFFFWWWWWPPPP

Carl rips a 4 second fart, knowing what it’ll do to Nick, who’s right behind him. 

Nick doesn’t know how he’s going to survive this. Nick has a fart fetish and a daddy kink and Carl’s pushing all his buttons. 

“Dad, can we all play that new racing car game I got?” Kevin asks.

“Sure, set it up” says Carl.

Soon the four of them are sitting on the couch in the living-room. Carl and Nick are sitting next to each other in the middle of the couch, with Kevin sitting next to Nick and Charlie sitting next to Carl. They’re playing in teams of Kevin and Nick versus Charlie and Carl. Kevin and Charlie are neck and neck near the finish line while the dads are lagging behind.

“Don’t worry we got this Charlie” Carl says, “I’m gonna bust out my tried and true secret weapon.” With that Carl props his right butt cheek into the air and leans heavily to the left and grunts.

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Carl launches an eggy butt bomb at his opponents. Nick opens his mouth and starts huffing up Carl’s noxious butt fumes.

“Keep going Kevin I’ll deal with your dad’s farts” Nick says.

“Oh you wanna bet” Carl challenges as he keeps his rump pointed at Nick.

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Even with all of his farting, Kevin manages to win. They play for an hour with each of the kids winning an equal amount of times, even with Carl’s constant farting.

Carl stops them after an hour. “Alright that’s about enough. You know the rules Kev, an hour of video games a day.”

“Come on dad just a little more, my best friend’s here.” Kevin argues, sounding annoyed.

Carl’s voice goes stern. “No! And that’s my final answer mister. Keep it up and you’ll earn yourself a time-out in the fart closet. Now you and Charlie go play upstairs. In 30 minutes it’ll be time to brush your teeth and then it’s off to bed.” 

The boys head on upstairs with Kevin looking sullen.

Nick watches them vanish upstairs, before turning to Carl, wanting to ask about the ‘fart closet’. Nick loses his voice at what he sees. Carl’s leaning back against the arm of the couch. His legs are spread with one foot on the floor and the other tossed over the back of the couch.

Carl grabs a handful of Nick’s hair and pulls his face into his shorts-covered, fat ass . He then wraps his thighs around Nick’s head, trapping his face there.

“So you really think you can handle my Daddy farts. Such a silly boy you are… NGH”

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“Lying like that was very naughty, now Daddy’s gotta punish you with this… GHH’’

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“Get a whiff of this boy. Smell how outmatched you are against Daddy’s farts… HGH”

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“NGH… Please forgive Daddy if this one burns your nose clean off. Sometimes Daddy is just so fuckin’ nasty… UGH”

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Carl keeps ripping one meaty fart after another in Nick’s face. Nick’s gagging and coughing on Carl’s sulfuric gas but he loves it all the same.The smell’s almost too much so Nick tries to pull his face away. Carl tightens his legs, keeping Nick’s nose where it is.

“No, you keep your face right there. Keep sniffing up Daddy’s farts so he doesn’t have to smell it while he watches the game.” With that Carl turns on the tv and watches the football game while he keeps lighting Nick’s face up with farts.

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Carl’s been farting non-stop for the last 20 minutes, but to Nick it feels like it’s been a couple of hours. All Nick can breathe in is Carl’s eggy ass fumes; Nick’s lungs feel like they’re on fire.

Finally Carl releases Nick and helps him to his feet. Nick’s a bit dazed but realizes that Carl is leading him, by the hand, somewhere. 

With a flourish of his hand and a smirk, Carl presents a door to Nick ,that’s near the front door. “This is the fart closet Nick, I knew you’d be curious about it. I fart in here whenever I feel a big one coming. Don’t wanna stink me and Kevin out of the house.” Carl explains. “Now correct me if I’m wrong Nick, but I think you wanna take a peek inside?” Carl teases.

Carl opens the door and shoves Nick inside. Nick’s nose is immediately assaulted by the smell of Carl’s stale, lingering, eggy farts. 

Carl then says, “Now Nick I’m hoping you might spend the night here along with Charlie. Maybe a stay in the fart closet will convince you. Now I’m gonna get the kids ready for bed, join us when you’re ready.”

Carl turns around, arches his back, and pushes his bulbous ass into the closet. “Think on what I said while you smell this… NGH”

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Carl rips 3 consecutive farts into the closet before closing the door. The closet quickly fills with the stench of rotten meat and garlic and has Nick coughing. Nick remains in the fart-boxed closet for 5 minutes. He finally leaves when he gets his dick under control. 

Nick heads upstairs and finds Carl tucking the kids into Kevin’s bed and is turning off the light. Nick waits in the doorway for Carl. Carl joins him and just before closing the door he says, “You kids sleep tight and don’t let the butt monster bite” making the kids laugh.

Carl turns to Nick and smirks. “With you there are no ifs, ands, or buts. If you chose to spend the night you’ll be getting real intimate with Daddy’s butt monster.”

Nick’s already nodding his head. “Yes I’ll spend the night Carl”

Carl arches an eyebrow, “How about you ask me politely and use my proper title”

Nick shudders, “Please, can I sleep with you tonight Daddy?”

Carl smirks, “Of course boy, let’s go to bed. Daddy knows just how to put you to sleep.” With that Carl grabs Nick by the back of the neck and leads them down the hall.

Carl brings them into his master bedroom and closes the door behind them. He then steers them to his bed before shoving Nick to the ground, on his knees. Carl then spins around and pulls down the back of his shorts, basically mooning Nick.

Nick goes slack-jawed as Carl’s bare, doughy butt cheeks pour out of the confines of his shorts and jiggle right in front of his face. 

Carl reaches back and grabs the top of Nick’s head with one hand, and spreads his butt cheeks open with the other. 

“In you go boy, and please excuse Daddy if this is all you can smell for the rest of your life.” Carl then shoves Nick’s face into his ass, burying him in between his pillowy cheeks. Nick feels his face sinking deeper and deeper into Carl’s seemingly bottomless, gargantuan ass. 

When Carl feels Nick’s lips grazing his asshole, he flexes his meaty globes around Nick’s face and goes all out.

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“If Daddy farts are what my boy wants then Daddy farts are what he’s going to get” “Open wide, Daddy has more farts for you” “Keep that mouth open, Daddy’s not even close to being empty”  “Hope you enjoyed the fresh air you had earlier” “You won’t be getting any of that while trapped in Daddy’s smelly ass” “You know you should be scared boy” “Daddy’s lactose and tolerant and he single handedly ate an entire extra cheese, stuffed-crust pizza tonight” “So basically you’re fucked boy” “Yeah Keep swallowing Daddy’s nasty farts” “Oh yeah Daddy’s putting his fart-loving boy to sleep on a full stomach…FGH”

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Carl launches a continuous series of massive farts into Nick’s open mouth, inflating Nick’s cheeks and lungs like party balloons. Carl’s hellish butt bombs wreak havoc on both Nick’s sense of smell and taste.

Carl pulls Nick’s face out of his ass and he’s a mess. Carl’s butt sweat and his own tears have soaked his face. And Nick’s in a coughing fit.

Carl doesn’t give Nick any time to recuperate, instead he tosses Nick halfway up the bed before crawling in next to him. Carl climbs all the way up until his hips are on level with Nick’s head. Carl then lays on his side, putting his big ass in Nick’s face. Then Carl shoves Nick’s face in between his meaty globes.

Nick once again feels his face sinking into Carl’s voluptuous ass, but this time he feels the tip of his nose pressed against Carl’s butthole. 

Carl then pulls up the covers draping it over them. He pulls the covers up to his chest while Nick’s entire body is covered by them. So not only is Nick’s face deep in Carl’s ass but Carl’s also trapped him in a Dutch oven.

Carl lays his head down on his pillow. “Time to get some rest boy. And don’t worry Daddy’s big, nasty, musical butt is going to lull you to sleep… NGH”

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A minute long, monster of a fart comes roaring out of Carl’s asshole and vents straight up Nick’s nose. The stench of digested meat and sulfur assaults Nick’s nose and has him struggling to escape. Carl grabs the back of Nick’s head, keeping Nick’s face buried in his ass and under the covers. With Nick’s every breath, he becomes weaker and weaker and then things start going black. Not even halfway through, Nick’s overwhelmed by Carl’s putrid, monstrous fart and passes out.

For the first time in a while, Carl has a full night’s sleep. Carl is very flatulent when he sleeps and fart-boxes his bedroom every night. Every couple of hours the sickening smell dominating every inch of the room would wake him up. But not this time.

Nick on the other hand is getting chunks of sleep while his face is trapped in Carl’s ass. Often through the night, he’s woken up by Carl launching a butt bomb pointblank in his face. Even though he’s not getting much sleep, Nick loves this.

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Nick’s startled awake by another one of Carl’s beefy, eggy farts, but this time it feels like Carl’s up.

Carl stretches some and looks behind at Nick’s figure beneath the covers. “Morning fart-face. Did you enjoy waking up to Daddy’s morning thunder? Huh boy?” He asks with a smirk.

Nick’s about to answer, when Carl whispers, “Oh shit Nick I hear the kids coming.”

Nick climbs up the bed and lays down, facing away from the door. He then steals the covers and wraps himself in a burrito.

Carl mutters a soft ‘fuck’ since his ass is hanging out. He quickly pulls up his orange shorts, just before the kids barge into the room.

“Hey dad can…” Kevin stops when he notices someone else in Carl’s bed.

“Is that my dad?” asks Charlie.

“Uh yeah, he was really tired so he spent the night here” Carl lies.

“Oh, okay” Charlie replies, sounding appeased.

“Dad can you come down now and make a big breakfast please” Kevin begs.

“Sure, just give me five minutes. You two head down and watch some tv.” Carl says.

“No dad, now” Kevin whines.

While lying on his stomach, Carl sticks his rump into the air and punctuates every one of his words with a fart.

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“Ew lets go Charlie, race you down stairs” and the kids run off.

Carl glares at Nick as he gets up. He rounds the bed so he can look down at Nick’s face. Nick gives him a weak smile.

“Thanks a lot for letting me deal with those two alone” Carl snarks.

All Nick can do is shrug.

With a mock-frown Carl says, “Seems like someone’s being naughty again. You just earned yourself another face-full of Daddy’s morning thunder.” With that Carl spins around, grabs the back of Nick’s head, and pulls his face into his fat ass.

Nick gives a muffled yelp thanks to Carl’s shorts-covered, doughy globes molding around his face.

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Carl lets Nick’s head fall back onto the bed after ripping two trumpeting farts in Nick’s face. Nick’s coughing and gagging on Carl’s rancid butt fumes.

As Carl walks towards the exit he says, “You might wanna take a shower before joining us downstairs. Good luck washing Daddy’s butt stink off of your face. Daddy’s butt is hella powerful.” Carl pauses in the doorway and gives his big ass a smack, making his thick cakes jiggle. And then he’s gone.

Nick heeds Carl’s words and takes a shower. Fifteen minutes later Nick’s joining the three in the kitchen. Carl’s whipping up breakfast and the kids are sitting at the table, next to each other talking.

Carl silently walks toward the kids and quickly sticks his weaponized behind in between the two.

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Carl rips a 5 second, eggy fart in between them, interrupting their conversation. Carl laughs as he wafts the smell towards their faces. The kids laugh too as they fan the air in front of their noses.

Charlie then notices his dad entering the room. “Hey dad, guess what? Kevin’s dad said we could spend another night here since it’s Saturday. So can we dad, please?” Charlie begs.

“Yeah, please.” Kevin pleads as well.

Carl joins in, smirking. “Yeah, please Nick” while standing behind the kids who are focused on Nick, Carl quickly spins around, pulls down the back of his shorts, and moons Nick.

The sight of Carl’s bare, pillowy globes already has Nick agreeing. The kids cheer and Carl pulls up his shorts, giving Nick a knowing grin.

“Alright boys, breakfast is almost ready, why don’t you two go wash your hands.” Carl orders. The kids dash off to the bathroom.

Carl walks up to Nick with a glass of orange juice. “Thirsty?” Carl asks. 

Nick nods and wants to take the glass but Carl comes to a stop about 3 feet away from him. Instead Carl turns to the right, giving Nick a side-profile of himself. Then he brings the glass of juice behind himself, and lowers it just underneath his fat ass. Carl scrunches his face up in concentration and grunts.

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Carl rips a bubbly, 6 second fart into the glass of orange juice. He hands it to Nick with a shit-eating grin. 

While staring Carl in the eyes, Nick takes a sip. Carl’s fart contaminated orange juice tastes off but NIck loves it and keeps on drinking. 

They suddenly hear two pairs of tiny feet running down the hall, nearing them. “I hope you two used soap” Carl calls out. The two pairs of feet pause for a second before running back the way they came. 

With a smirk, Carl grabs the back of Nick’s head. “I think it took my nasty boy a little too long to agree to spending another night. I better punish you for forgetting that Daddy always knows what’s best. In you go” Carl pulls Nick’s head down, twists his hips, and shoves Nick’s face into his bulbous ass. 

Everything goes dark for Nick; he can feel Carl’s fleshy globes molding around his face and can smell Carl’s stale gas. Nick’s face is quickly met with…

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“If you think Daddy’s farts smell bad now just wait until I’ve had a plate of my extra cheesy, scrambled eggs. NGH… Oh you’ve smelled nothing yet boy. May the heavens have mercy on your nose because Daddy certainly won’t… UGH”

Aaron returns home after hanging out with some new friends he made during his first semester of college. Aaron still lives with his lil’ brother and mom since his childhood home is only a 20 minute drive away. Aaron heads inside and finds his lil’ bro by himself with their mom still at work . Aaron’s little brother, Isaac, is feminine and wears make up, and Aaron doesn’t care; he loves Isaac to death. But that doesn’t mean he won’t pick on him every now and then. That’s one of Aaron’s duties as a big brother after all.

Aaron enters Isaac’s room and finds him crying on his bed. Aaron immediately tries to console him and find out what’s wrong. Apparently some jock asked him out on a date and when he arrived at the restaurant, he found the jock on a date with his girlfriend. The jock called him a fairy in front of the entire establishment, before throwing his drink in his face and laughing.  

On the inside, Aaron’s fuming but he keeps his cool and asks for a name. Isaac tells him it’s Kyle Greene and Aaron knows him. When Aaron was a senior in high school, Kyle was a junior and he worshiped the ground Aaron walked on because Aaron was the star of the wrestling team. Aaron’s already formulating a plan for revenge. Dealing with fuckers like Kyle is another one of Aaron’s duties as a big brother.

Aaron tries to cheer up Isaac by reminding him that he and his mom are going to be visiting their fun-loving uncle this weekend, and that does the trick. Aaron can’t go, he’s got wrestling practice. Aaron leaves Isaac alone so he can clean himself up and goes to his room. He immediately hops on social media and sends a message to Kyle.

Aaron: hey wanna hang out this friday

He gets a reply almost instantly.  

Kyle: Hell yeah man see you on friday

Aaron smirks; Kyle’s so fucked.

It’s Friday and Aaron just gets home after working out with his teammates. He’s all sweaty and bare-chested, only wearing a tight, gray pair of exercise leggings. Aaron also drank 3 chocolate protein shakes, and they make his farts smell a thousand times worse. When it comes to wrestling and farting Aaron’s second to none, and anyone who screws with his mom or lil’ bro learns this all too well.

Aaron smirks when he hears knocking. Aaron opens the door to reveal a beaming Kyle. “Hey man, thanks for coming. Come on in” Aaron invites Kyle inside.

“Thanks man” while passing Aaron, Kyle can’t help but glance back at Aaron’s ass. Aaron’s always had an infamously fat ass that all of his opponents have found their faces under, and it looks like it’s gotten bigger. Aaron’s basketball-sized cheeks look like they’re stretching the seams of his leggings to their limit. 

Aaron closes the door and points to the couch. “Why don’t you take a seat man. I’m gonna take a quick shower and change, and then we can hangout.” 

Kyle takes a seat on the couch and messes with his phone. Aaron pretends to leave the room but then hastily rounds the couch. Aaron swiftly grabs the back of Kyle’s head, spins around, and pulls his face into his bubble butt.

Kyle drops his phone and flails his arms as his face is shoved against Aaron’s infamously fat ass. He can feel Aaron’s legging-covered, doughy globes, mold around his face. 

“NGH… Welcome to the beginning of the worst day of your life you little piece of shit…UGH” Aaron announces as he starts grunting and straining.

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Aaron rips three medium-sized (medium-sized for Aaron) farts pointblank in Kyle’s face. The stench of rotten eggs and digested meat invades Kyle’s nose and it has him coughing and gagging.

Aaron smiles as he feels his victim’s struggling getting weaker and weaker with his every fart. “Go to sleep bitch… NGH”

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Aaron rips a trumpeting, 10 second fart right up Kyle’s nose. As Aaron expected, it’s too much for Kyle and he passes out. Aaron picks up Kyle and gets him all set up for a fun time, at least for Aaron.

10 minutes later, Kyle wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with a massive headache. Kyle tries to rub his head but can’t. Kyle looks around wildly and finds himself star-fished on a bed, with his four limbs tied to the four bed posts with rope. 

“Ah you’re finally awake I see” Aaron comments as he walks into the room and nears the bed.

“Aaron what the hell? Let me out” Kyle demands. 

Aaron doesn’t answer, instead he climbs into the bed and straddles Kyle’s chest, facing his feet. Aaron drops his massive ass onto Kyle’s chest, forcing all the air out of his lungs and making him grunt.

“It’s been a few months but you still remember my nickname don’t you Kyle?” Aaron asks with a coy grin as he looks down at Kyle, over his shoulder.

“A-bomb” Kyle replies timidly.

“And do you know why I’m nicknamed that?”

“Well you’re gassy as fuck and always ripping massive butt bombs that no one can compete with. You’re a legend, man. Well some people say that you fart in your opponents’ faces when you wrestle, but I know that’s a lie.”

“Oh you think that’s a lie? Let’s see if you still think that after this” With that Aaron lifts his bubbly ass off of Kyle’s chest, scoots back, and hovers it over Kyle’s face.

Kyle looks up in horror at Aaron’s fat cakes suspended over his face. “Please no— MMMM” Aaron drops his ass on Klye’s face; smothering him under his pillowy rump and silencing his begging.

Aaron grits his teeth and grunts.

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Aaron drops a 7 second butt bomb, pointblank in Kyle’s face; forcing him to breathe in his eye-watering, eggy concoction. It has Kyle coughing with his face still trapped under Aaron’s plump ass.

“Ah take it in bitch. This is what every opponent of mine had to endure. This is why I’m undefeated. The only difference here is that these aren’t sbds. These aren’t silent but they’re still oh so deadly… FGH”

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Aaron rips another beefy fart on Kyle’s face; filling his lungs with his noxious ass gas.

Aaron raises his ass, a few inches, off of Kyle’s face; who’s in a coughing fit. “So do you believe the rumors now?” Aaron asks, being a complete dick.

Kyle doesn’t answer but instead asks, “Why, why are you doing this Aaron?”

“You went and fucked with my brother. And no one fucks with my little brother!” Aaron growls.

“B-but he’s a dumb, little, limp-wristed bitch . He’s a complete embarrassment to you. You should be thanking me.” Kyle says stupidly.

Aaron’s nearly shaking with rage. He slams his ass back down, burying Kyle’s face underneath his meaty globes again. Kyle unfortunately leaves his mouth open so the next couple of farts echo down his gullet.

“The only embarrassment around here is you… HGH”

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“You’re nothing but a fart-eating bitch… GGH”

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“Now do what you were born to do and”

Aaron punctuates his every next word with a fart.

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“Farts… NGH”

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Aaron releases a series of butt bombs into Kyle’s open mouth, making his cheeks inflate with everyone. Kyle’s forced to taste and smell all of Aaron’s bitter, toxic butt fumes. It’s overwhelming and Kyle finds himself passing out again.

Kyle wakes up and wants to cry. He’s still strapped to Aaron’s bed.

Aaron enters the room and heads towards the bed, smiling since Kyle’s awake again. Aaron’s still only wearing his exercise pants, flaunting his muscular and sweaty chest. His bubbly, legging-confined ass, bouncing with his every step.

“About time you got up. I just ate 4 protein bars and they make my farts smell awful. I’m gonna make you smell this shit.” Aaron says as he climbs onto the bed and squats his beefy bum over Kyle’s terrified face.

Kyle pleads, sounding close to tears. “I-I’m so sorry Aaron. I’m sorry for messing with Isaac. I promise to apologize to him in person, right away. Please believe me, I’m so fucking sorry”

Aaron slams his huge ass onto Kyle’s face, silencing and smothering him. Like before, Kyle feels Aaron’s doughy globes molding around his face.

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Aaron goes on a farting rampage, ripping one beastly fart after another, pointblank in Kyle’s face. Kyle’s thrashing intensely under Aaron, but it’s no use. Once again, Kyle passes out.

This continues throughout the entire day: Kyle waking up to Aaron’s fat ass hovering above his face, and then Aaron taunting him and farting until he passes out again.

“Ah, have some of that”

“Now don’t go saying that A-bomb has never done anything for you”

“Just like your nose hairs, Imma burn that homophobia right out of ya”

“Damn am I gassy today”

“Ha what the hell am I talking about? When is A-Bomb ever not a farting machine” 

“Don’t yell like that under my ass bud, you’re making it easier for me to fart in your mouth. Oh well, I tried to warn ya”

“What’s wrong kyle? You’ve always been a kiss ass; aren’t you happy being stuck under mine”

“You have no one to blame but yourself. You should’ve never fucked with Isaac”

“Ah, a big brother’s work is never done”

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Kyle feels like he’s trapped in an unending hellscape. It never ends, Aaron won’t stop farting. Kyle’s forgotten what fresh air is; Aaron’s sulfuric butt stink is now engraved in Kyle’s brain. Kyle just wants to escape and never deal with his former-idol ever again.

At 11 at night, Kyle wakes up and pitifully whines. He’s still in the bed with Aaron’s legging-covered, bubble butt hovering right above his face. 

“Glad you’re back with us in the land of the living Kyle. I’ve decided to set you free.” Aaron says.

Kyle smiles in salvation but it’s quickly snuffed out with Aaron’s next action. Aaron reaches back, grabbing the waistband of his exercise leggings, and pulls them down. Aaron’s bare, sweaty, bubbly globes pour out of the confines of his pants and wobble threateningly, inches above Kyle’s face. Kyle gives a startled cry at the sight.

Aaron’s bulbous cheeks jiggle as he laughs. “Haha, oh you silly little bitch. You didn’t think it’ll be that easy did you? Before I let you go, I gotta lay down the law.” with that Aaron reaches back and uses his hands to spread his ass cheeks. Kyle looks in disgust at Aaron’s, now visible, winking pucker.

Before Kyle can object, Aaron falls backwards, consuming Kyle’s face into his toxic trench. Aaron’s doughy cheeks flow over the sides of Kyle’s face, making contact with the bed, completely sealing Kyle’s head away from the outside world. 

Kyle’s cries for help are completely silenced by Aaron’s thick cakes. Aaron starts swiveling his hips, working Kyle’s face deeper into his ass. He doesn’t stop until he feels Kyle’s unfortunate nose grazing his asshole. 

“Get comfy Kyle I’m going over my list of demands and you’re going to agree to every single one of them because let’s face it, you ain’t gotta choice”

“First off, when I let you go, you ain’t gonna tell anybody what happened here… GGH”

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“If you go to the cops, I’ve already got teammates who’ll give me an alibi. And once I’m clear, you’ll find your ass trapped in this bed again, with me and my buds gassing you to hell… GNGH”

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“Next up, you’re going to apologize to my brother in front of the entire school, but that’s not all… HGH”

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“You’re also gonna break up with your girlfriend and then ask Isaac out, but for real this time… FGH”

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Kyle starts struggling anew, and screams, “Fuck no, I ain’t a filthy queer!” into Aaron’s ass, angering him. Aaron bears his big ass down harder onto Kyle’s helpless face.

“Oh yes you fuckin’ will”

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“You’re in no fuckin’ position to say no”

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“Are we clear”

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“You better answer me bitch! Or I’ll make you fucking sorry!”

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Kyle gives a defeated and muffled ‘Yes sir’. Kyle will do anything to end this nightmare.

“Good, now the only way your relationship with my little brother will end is if he calls it off… NGH”

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“Until then you’re going to treat Isaac like a goddamned prince, or princess in his case… HGH”

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“It doesn’t matter what you have to do, you’ll always make sure that he’s happy… RGH”

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“If I find out he isn’t happy, or that you’re hurting him, or that you broke up with him, I’ll fucking end you… HNGH”

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“I’ll capture your ass again but this time it’ll be for keeps… UGH”

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“I’ll turn you into my permanent fart-slave; the single meaning of your existence will be to huff up all my nasty butt bombs… HGGH’’

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Aaron raises his titanic ass off of Kyle’s face with a wet schlorp; Kyle’s face is drenched in his own tears and Aaron’s butt sweat. Aaron peers down at Kyle’s destroyed face, between his legs, and asks, “Do we have an understanding?”

Kyle’s too busy coughing, gagging, and crying to respond and that irritates Aaron. Aaron sits back down, burying Kyle’s face in between his meaty ass mounds again. This time, however, he presses his asshole against Kyle’s open lips. Aaron accompanies each of his next five words with a fart into Kyle’s open mouth.

“DO” FFFFFFFFFVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUTTTTTTTT

“WE” BBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPRRRRRRR

“HAVE” RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

“AN” FFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR

“UNDERSTANDING… UGH”

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Aaron pumps a series of volcanic farts down Kyle’s throat, poisoning his lungs. The last one is a monster of a fart that lasts 45 seconds. It has Kyle’s body and the entire room quaking.

Aaron lifts his ass off of Kyle’s face, and Kyle screams, “Yes-yes I understand! I’ll ask Isaac out and make him so fucking happy! Please-Please just stop!” Kyle cries haggardly.

Aaron hops off of the bed and starts undoing Kyle’s restraints. “Time to get your dirty-ass outta my house. You fuckin’ stink dude” Aaron says as he looks down at Kyle with a cruel smirk. 

Tears continue to stream from Kyle’s eyes as he keeps coughing. Aaron’s proud of himself, Kyle doesn’t have a single shred of dignity left.

Once Kyle’s free, Aaron grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulls him off the bed, and then starts leading him through the house. Kyle stumbles behind him like a newborn calf.  

Aaron opens the front door and shoves Kyle onto the porch; Kyle trips and falls onto his knees. Aaron stands right in front of a kneeling Kyle. Luckily for Aaron it’s dark out and no one’s outside.

“Don’t fuck up Kyle or the only person you’ll be making out with from now on is my fat, butt-bombin’ booty.”

Aaron spins around and pulls the back of his exercise pants down, mooning Kyle.

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Kyle groans as he’s gifted with another face-full of Aaron’s noxious ass gas. It’s a powerful fart that has enough force to blow Kyle’s hair back. The eggy stench puts him into another coughing fit.

“Ah, now get lost you pathetic, fart-sniffing loser, haha” with that Aaron walks back into the house and slams the door in Kyle’s face. Aaron laughs as he hears Kyle weeping and coughing as he stumbles off of his property. 

Kyle makes his way home crying and feeling completely defeated. Aaron used to be his idol that he aspired to be like, but now he sees him for what he truly is, a monster. Kyle wishes to never see Isaac or Aaron again, but he knows that can’t happen if he wants to avoid being fart-tortured by Aaron again.

A week passes and Aaron notices that Isaac’s his happy, bubbly self again. It’s Friday night and Aaron’s headed out for a date. As he steps out of the house he sees Kyle dropping Isaac off in his car. 

Aaron smirks as Isaac nears him. “So I’m guessing he’s why you’ve been so happy all this week?” Aaron nods his head towards Kyle who’s still waiting in his car. “Hey isn’t that the guy who fucked with you?” he adds with a frown, playing innocent.

Isaac smiles, “Yeah that’s him, but he apologized to me publicly and after breaking up with his girlfriend he asked me out. I’ve been turning him down all week but I finally agreed when he got on his knees and begged me for a date, in front of everyone, during lunch. “ Isaac smile dims as he continues, “The date was– nice”

Aaron gives a hard glance at Kyle but Isaac steps in closer and whispers. “He’s sorta boring and between you and me he smells pretty bad” 

Aaron laughs at this and then gives Isaac an impish grin. “Oh yeah, well did it smell as bad as this…” Aaron twists his hips and presses his pillowy bum against Isaac’s thigh.

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Aaron rips a 5 second fart on Isaac. Isaac slaps the back of Aaron’s head, “Ew you’re so gross Ron.” Isaac complains as he heads up the porch.

“Aw, your big brother loves you too Izzy.” Aaron calls out as Isaac enters the house. 

Aaron turns back around and sees a nervous looking Kyle still in his car. With a smirk, Aaron walks up to him.

Kyle’s anxiousness spikes as Aaron steps up and peers in at him, through his open window. “So far so good Kyle; keep Isaac happy and I won’t have to wreck your shit.” Aaron tells Kyle.

Kyle hesitantly nods his head, agreeing.

Aaron decides to be a real dick. “Oh and Kyle there’s no need to feel guilty about your ex-girlfriend. I ran into Courtney on Tuesday at a coffee shop. She was really upset so I decided to talk with her and cheer her up. One thing led to another and I found myself asking her out. I’m headed to our date right now, so wish me luck.” 

Kyle is pissed; he’s been with Courtney for a year and a half. She has the best tits in school and sucks a cock like nobody’s business. Enraged, Kyle barks, “You son of-” The murderous glare Kyle receives from Aaron, quickly shuts him up.

“Careful what you say Greene or you’ll wind back up underneath my weaponized, butt-bombing booty.” Aaron threatens.

Aaron then slowly turns around, showing Kyle his huge ass again. Kyle starts to shake violently; Aaron’s bubble butt is giving him ptsd of the torture he endured last Friday.

Aaron bends at the knees, arches his back, and pushes out his bulbous ass, through the car window and into Kyle’s face.

Kyle whimpers as he feels Aaron’s slacks-covered, toxic butt crack pressed against his nose. 

Aaron curls his hands into fists, clenches his teeth, and starts grunting and straining.

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50 seconds of noxious air comes roaring out of Aaron’s ass and pointblank into Kyle’s face. Aaron’s monster of a fart blows back Kyle’s hair and dries out his eyes. Kyle’s lungs are flooded with Aaron’s hellish butt fumes and it has him dry-heaving.

Aaron sighs in relief. “Ah thanks for taking that one buddy, I didn’t want to ruin my date with Courtney by accidentally ripping that beast in front of her.” Aaron says, being a bastard. 

I curse when police lights turn on behind me as I drive down the empty road. This just isn’t my week. First, I moved to a new city for a great job opportunity. Unfortunately my new boss is an old prick who finds any reason to yell at me. I’m very open about being gay and I don’t think he likes that. A good thing though is that I bought a house cheap, in a small town located just outside the city. It’s a 45 minute drive to and fro, but the scenery is pleasant and the road I take is usually empty.

I pull-off to the side of the road and put my car in park. I see the cop get out of his car and head my way. Of course he has to be tall, muscular, and handsome; wearing his form-fitting gray uniform, matching cowboy hat, and mirror shades.

“License and registration” he orders. For some reason his deep and masculine voice sounds familiar.

After the move and buying a home, I’m kinda strapped for cash so I’m not above begging. I look over his shirt and see that he’s officer Carlson.“Officer Carlson, is there any way you can let me off with just a warning?” I ask as I hand him my information. 

“Sir you were doing 80, the speed limit is 45.” He replies bluntly as he eyes my information.

Suddenly it clicks: Lt. Butt-Fumes. I’m a subscriber to his onlyfans account; he posts the hottest farting videos. He’s so arrogant and authoritative in his videos and he rips the biggest farts I’ve ever heard. Although he never shows his face, I know his voice; and this officer has the same build as Lt. Butt-Fumes.

In shock, I accidentally squeak out, “Lt. Butt-Fumes.”

The officer’s head snaps up, he rips off his shades, and stares at me with his blue eyes. “What did you call me?” He angrily demands.

Fuck, he’s pissed; I don’t know how to respond.

After a few seconds of silence, officer Carlson groans before wiping his face with his hand. He then glares at me with hard eyes and points at me. “Alright, listen up Samuel Wilson. If you keep quiet about my side gig I’ll let you off with a warning. But I’ll also give you something else to sweeten the deal.” 

Officer Carlson looks from left to right making sure the road’s still empty. He then turns around, letting me see his perky, bubble butt, which is being accentuated by his skin-tight, uniform slacks. His slacks look like they’re struggling to contain his large, bulbous ass.

“Brace yourself, my future victim. Lt. Butt-Fumes reporting for duty.” With that, the officer backs his big butt into the opening of my car window and stops within inches of my face. I can feel the heat of his meaty ass warming my face.

It’s all quiet until…

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A 5 second fart comes roaring out of his ass and right into my face. I immediately start coughing as the stench of rotten eggs and garlic fills my lungs.

“Ah, get a whiff of that. I ain’t called Lt. Butt-Fumes for nothing.”

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“Open that nose, I gotta feelin’ that this next one could knock out an elephant… FGH”

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Lt. Butt-Fumes rips 2 more farts pointblank, in my face. His last one is 9 seconds long and has enough power to blow back my hair. I’m gagging on his sulfuric fart cloud that’s surrounding my face. 

Officer Carlson turns around and tips his hat at me. “I think we’re good now, remember to watch your speed. And please keep my other business a secret. I’d rather not lose my job.”

Just before he leaves, I grab his attention. “Wait officer Carlson, you need to know that even if you had given me a ticket, I wouldn’t have told anyone about your onlyfans work. I assure you that I’m not a dick. Besides, I love your videos and wouldn’t want to be the reason why you stopped.”

My honest confession startles a laugh out of officer Carlson. “Haha, that’s the most strangest yet comforting thing I’ve ever heard, but I’m grateful. Here let me show you my thanks.”

Officer Carlson walks backs up to my window and spins around, aiming his plump ass back in my face. He then reaches back, grabs the top of my head, and shoves my face into his thick backside. I’m nearly being smothered as I feel his slack-covered, meaty globes molding around my face.

“NGH… here’s something else you can jerk-off to later when you’re thinking about Lt. Butt-Fumes… UGH”

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A 40 second, mammoth of a fart, erupts out of the officer’s ass and right up my nose. The stench of digested meat and spices assaults my sense of smell and has me dry-heaving. As the fart comes to a sputtering end officer Carlson sighs in relief as he rubs his ass from left to right on my face, grinding his butt stink into my pores.

Officer Carlson lets go of my head, steps away, and looks back at me with a cheeky grin. “Have a nice night Mr. Wilson.” With that he makes his way back to his patrol car and drives off. I’m left alone, in my car that’s completely filled with his eggy butt stink. After I recoup, I head home and jerk-off several times before falling asleep.

It’s two days later and I decide to have dinner at the local town diner after work. During breakfast and lunch this place is packed but right now it’s empty. I take a seat in a booth.

As I look over the menu someone walks up to me. I look up and see it’s officer Carlson, who’s wearing blue-jeans and a t-shirt.“Hey officer Carlson” I lower my voice before continuing, “Or should I call you Lt. Butt-Fumes” I joke.

Officer Carlson smirks, “It’s actually sheriff Carlson, recent promotion, but you can just call me Jake. And trust me I ain’t Lt. Butt-Fumes at the moment, if I was you’d be choking on one of my butt bombs right now” Jake’s full on grinning as I start to blush.

“Do you mind if I join you for dinner?” Jake asks.

I nod my head, “Sure I’d love the company, and please call me Sam.”

Jake slides into the seat across from me with a smile. “Great and with us not being so formal anymore maybe I can convince you into making this a date.”  

“Convince me how?” I ask, amused.

“As you’ve experienced, Lt. Butt-Fumes has his ways.” His grin becomes more sly, “Also you’d be doing my deputy a huge favor if you agreed to date me. Right now he’s the number one victim of my butt bombs, but if we started dating you’d replace him. Come on Sam, let my deputy remember what fresh air is like.” Jake finishes with a devilish grin.

I roll my eyes, still grinning. “Alright, alright you’ve convinced me, but this dinner’s on you.” I demand and Jake agrees.

I’m really enjoying the sheriff’s company. Jake’s funny, easy to talk to, listens to what I say, and is a huge tease. After telling him about my dick-of-a-boss, Jake gives me an impish grin.

“What?” I ask.

“Oh I’m just thinking that on my next day off I might drive into the city, find your boss, and then he and Lt. Butt-Fumes can have a long, private, and smelly talk. After that I think his attitude towards you will change for the better.” Jake then glances down at his taco salad before looking back up at me. “I’ll definitely have one of these before meeting him. This stuff makes my farts smell awful. You’ll find that out very soon.” He says with a lopsided grin.

I can feel myself hardening in my slacks. “You’re such a tease.”

“You don’t even know the half of it, but you’ll start to, when we’re back at my place and your face is trapped beneath the Carlson Canon.” He says with a full-on devilish smile.

I immediately call the waitress over and ask for the bill. The date’s on me and I’m fine with that.

15 minutes later we are stumbling into Jake’s place as we kiss. As soon as the door closes behind us, Jake grabs me by the shoulders and pins me with my back against the door. 

Jake quickly spins around and I find myself trapped in between the door and Jake’s jean-clad, bubbly ass. Jake bears down on my midsection with his titanic ass, curls his hands into fists, and starts grunting and straining. 

“You’ve found yourself in quite the predicament. Alone, and at the mercy of Lt. Butt-Fumes. NGH… Good luck, you’re going to need it… HGH”

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“Ah, this is your welcoming gift to Lt. Butt-Fumes’ butt prison… UGH”

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“Oh I’ve got something else for you. This is the smell of when Lt. Butt-Fumes shows no mercy… NHGH”

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Jake rips a barrage of trumpeting farts that has both me and the door quaking. I quickly find myself enveloped in Jake’s fart cloud. The stench of rotten eggs and onions has me gagging and my eyes watering. 

Jake steps away from me but next thing I know, I’m being tossed onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My upside down face winds up within inches of Jake’s thick rump. “I hope you’re still alive down there prisoner, we’re just getting started.”

With that, Jake carries me deeper into his home. Ppffbb, Bbhhtt, Rrbbpp, Ffwwrr. Jake poots in my face with his every step.

When we reach what appears to be Jake’s master bedroom, Jake tosses me onto the bed. I’m so busy coughing and gagging on Jake’s numerous poots that I fail to notice him getting naked. When I finally take notice of Jake, he’s completely naked. His thick hard cock, bull balls, and fat bulbous ass are all out in the open for me to ogle.

I can’t admire his body for too long because Jake’s already crawling into bed with me. Jake crawls up, over my body before spinning around. I find myself underneath Jake, who’s straddling me, with his knees planted on either side of my shoulders, and his bare, meaty globes lording just above my face.

“You better take a deep breath boy, you’re about to be locked-up in Lt. Butt-Fumes’ booty for quite a while.” Jake says before reaching back and spreading open his pillow cheeks; giving me a glimpse of his winking pucker. Without warning Jake sits his bubbly rump down and I find my face buried in between his beefy ass mounds. His doughy globes pour down the sides of my face, making contact with the bed, completely entombing my head in his gargantuan ass. When I feel my nose pressed against his butthole, Lt. Butt-Fumes quits holding back.

RRRWWAAAFFF “Ah have some of that” BBBFFFMMPPP “Oh those black beans are starting to kick in” FFFRRRRHHHHTT “How do you like your new jail cell” PPPMMUUURRR “You better get used to it” FFFWWWWAAAPP “You’re going to be in there quite often if I’ve got anything to say about it” RRRFFFFHHHHBB “It’s going to be your home away from home” PPPPFFFFRRRTTT “But look on the bright side” FFFUUUVVVBBB “Whenever you’re in my butt prison you’re treated to an all-you-can-eat buffet of my air biscuits” RRRRMMMMAAAPP “Oh yeah, I’ll make sure you always have a full stomach” BBBWWWUUPPP 

“No matter if it’s breakfast” FFFFFBBBRRRRRPPPPP

“Lunch” PPPPPPPFFFFFFFWWWWWWRRRRRR

“Or dinner… RGH”

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Jake rips an almost endless supply of farts right up my nose. The nauseating smell of digested meat and garlic is both amazing and revolting. I’m gagging and my eyes are watering but it doesn’t stop me from huffing up Lt. Butt-Fumes’ ass gas. 

Jake’s gassy assault has me shooting my load in my pants. Unfortunately Jake isn’t giving me any time to recover. He keeps lighting my face up with his noxious butt bombs.

Lt. Butt-Fumes keeps me in his gassy butt prison for the next several hours. Both of us shoot multiple loads all throughout the night. This is a date that neither of us will ever forget. 

It’s been 8 months since I’ve moved and I’m happy. My boss is still a prick but Jake and I have been an official couple for several months now. He’s sweet and playful, most of the time, except when Lt. Butt-Fumes comes out to play. He likes to play rough, and I adore both sides of Jake.

Tonight’s date night at his place so we’re doing pizza and gonna watch a movie. I let myself in with two large pizzas. I let Jake know I’m here through the bathroom door as I hear him taking a shower. He replies with ‘Okay’. 

I set the pizza on the cocktail table in the living room, and take a seat on the couch in front of it. When the bathroom door opens and I hear Jake heading my way I ask, “So how’s your little brother doing?” 

“He’s doing good and passing all of his classes” Jake replies proudly. I’ve learned that Jake does onlyfans to help his brother with college. His parents are retired and he doesn’t want his brother drowning in student debt. 

I’m immediately hard when Jake steps into the room. He’s only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, flaunting his magnificent body. I realize I’m doing nothing to conceal my obvious lust when Jake gives me a cocky smirk.

Jake swaggers right up to me, spins around, and drops his towel, basically mooning me. I go slack-jawed from Jake’s bare, damp, voluptuous ass being within a foot of my face. Jake then reaches back, cups the bottom of both of his bubbly butt cheeks and starts jiggling them. And then… 

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Jake rips a 50 second long, butt bomb pointblank in my face. His fart continuously keeps changing pitch and tone as Jake jiggles his meaty globes throughout the entire release. I’m quickly enveloped in one of Jake’s potent and long-lasting fart clouds. I’m gagging and coughing but we both know that I love it.

“Oh man that’s horrible, even for you Jake”

“Hehe we both know you loved it” He replies cheekily.

“What was that for?” I ask, refusing to acknowledge his comment.

Jake then spreads his cheeks, giving me a peek at his fur-surrounded pucker. His asshole pushes out as I hear him grunt.

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Jake rips three more rank, mammoth farts in my face. It has enough force to blow my hair back and dry out my eyes.

“Why the hell are you tryin’ to gas me out Jake?” I ask through a coughing fit.

With his cheeks still parted and pucker aimed at my face, Jake replies with, “I’m just trying to butter you up before I ask you for a favor Sammy… NGH” Jake grunts and releases a barely audible stream of air.

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I recoil as my nose is met with one of Jake’s notorious sbds. The stench of rotten fish mixed with raw sewage has me nearly dry-heaving. I cover my nose and mouth with one hand and try to fan his ass gas away with the other, but nothing seems to help.

“Consider me thoroughly buttered up and butt-bombed Jake. What’s this favor you want?” I ask.

Jake chuckles as he wraps his towel back around his waist and takes a seat next to me on the couch.

Once I’ve gained my bearings, Jake starts. “So Sammy, I want to make a video of me farting on you for onlyfans. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.” He finishes and waggles his eyebrows.

I’m not so sure about this. “Don’t get me wrong Jake, when you become Lt. Butt-Fumes and torture me with your farts, I love it” Jake smirks at this but I continue, “But I don’t want your fans seeing who I am.”

Jake chuckles at this, “Sammy, I don’t even show my own face in my videos, what makes you think I’ll let them see my handsome boyfriend’s face. We’ll be doing the video on this couch and it’ll start with me already sitting on your face, bare-assed. Your face will never be seen and you won’t have to say anything. So what do you say?”

It doesn’t sound so bad when Jake explains it like that. “Sure, let’s give it a try.”

An hour later. I find myself on my back, on the couch, with my face entombed in between Jake’s pillowy globes. For the next 30 minutes my face is bombarded by dozens of Lt. Butt-Fumes’ butt bombs.

Unfortunately Lt. Butt-Fumes farts are so hellish and intense that I’m knocked out rather quickly and unable to enjoy the entire experience. Thankfully, Jake posts the video the next day, and I find myself watching it the next night, while he’s on duty.

It starts with him sitting on my face, on the couch, facing my feet, with my face submerged in between his fat ass mounds. The top of the screen ends at his neck, hiding his face, and my face is completely hidden beneath his meaty globes.

“Well people, Lt. Butt-Fumes has caught himself a law-breaker and for the first time y’all are gonna witness how I dispense justice… NGH” 

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“Take note people, this is what happens to law-breakers I find” “Your face gets locked-up in my toxic butt prison” “And you get to endure my endless supply of butt bombs” “At first you might think you want this, but after my first fart you’re in for a rude awakening” “Just look at my current butt prisoner, he’s in complete agony” “Do you see him struggling? Well it’ll do him no good” “No one escapes from Lt. Butt-Fumes’ butt prison, and he ain’t gonna change that” “His face will only be freed when I decide” “And I’ll only do that when I feel like I’ve finally converted him into a law-abiding citizen” “Uh-oh looks like my little victim’s passed out” “Hehe even while unconscious he can’t escape smelling my farts” “All through the night this fucker’s gonna wake up and be put back to sleep with my butt bombs” “And gentlemen, this is why you don’t get on Lt. Butt-Fumes’ bad side… FGH”

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I wind up watching this video three more times and cumming at the end of it, everytime. After all that, I take a nap. I’ve given Jake a key to my place so I’m awoken by him planting his uniform-clad, bubble butt on my face.

“It seems like you enjoyed my video. How about I give you a private sequel… HNGH”  

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It’s been a year and a half now, and things couldn’t be better. Jake just moved in with me and is still doing Lt. Butt-Fumes videos. I appear in his videos every once in a blue moon. My boss is also treating me with respect, although he never looks me in the eye anymore. Suspiciously enough, a few weeks ago, Jake and I had the day off, but Jake was gone the entire day. The next day my boss’ treatment of me did a 180. I asked Jake if he was responsible, he didn’t say anything. He just shrugged and farted on my leg to distract me. 

Today’s the office Christmas party and I brought Jake along with me. Everyone seems to like him and a few of my female co-workers have pulled me to the side to tell me how hot he is. A few times during the party I think I’ve noticed my boss checking out Jake’s bulbous posterior, but that can’t be. He has a wife.

Jake and I are talking to a friend of mine and her wife but I excuse myself to use the bathroom. I don’t much care for urinals so I take the stall at the end of the bathroom. After I’m finished I hear two people enter. I remain quiet and hidden in the stall when I realize that Jake and my boss are talking.

“You’ve been doing good, I’m pleased” Jake tells my boss, confusing me.

“Thank you, have I earned another reward, Lt. Butt-Fumes, sir?” My boss replies, making me silently gasp.

“You know what? I’m feeling the Christmas spirit so I’ll give you a reward. Now what part of your body haven’t I farted on yet.” Jake ponders.

“Will you please fart on my face sir?” My boss asks meekly. 

“No! I’ve already told you, you haven’t earned that honor yet.” Jake responds sternly.

“Of course sir, sorry sir. Will you please fart on my shoulder Lt. Butt-Fumes?”

“Good choice, get on your knees now.” Jake commands.

I hear a little rustling and then Jake grunting.

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One of Jake’s classic, duck-quacking farts echoes throughout the bathroom. 

“Ah, that felt good. I hope you enjoy that because it’ll be on you for the rest of the night. You might want to think up a lie about why you smell so bad. Now you better get back to your wife before she gets suspicious of your whereabouts.”

With that, I hear my boss leave, but Jake remains. I then realize Jake planned this. He wanted me to hear all that.

I step out the stall and see Jake smirking at me while leaning against the sink. 

“I knew you were responsible” I accuse Jake as I near him, smiling.

When I’m close enough, he grabs me by the waist, spins us around, and I find myself pinned in between him and the sink. 

Jake smirks and says, “Are you surprised? You know Lt. Butt-Fumes takes care of what’s his. And it made my job all the easier when I learned that your boss is a fart-slut.”

Jake’s smirk turns a bit more devious. “And don’t be jealous, when we get home your face is headed straight for Lt. Butt-Fumes’ gassy butt prison. Here’s a taste of what you’re in for, later tonight.” Jake says before taking a step back.

Jake suddenly grabs the top of my head, twists his hips, pulls my head down, and then shoves my face into his slacks-covered, thick cakes.