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Chapter one / Story 1 - Welcome to Fort McCoy

The moment Andrew stepped onto the Fort McCoy barracks grounds, he was greeted by a friendly soldier with an easy smile. “Hey, man, I’m Lieutenant Tyler Sumners. Welcome to Fort McCoy.” After a quick introduction, Tyler learned Andrew was looking for Room 2B and laughed when he realized they were roommates. Without hesitation, he grabbed Andrew’s bags, effortlessly slinging the heaviest one over his shoulder. “Damn, you sure have a lot of stuff in here. What do you have, bricks?” he joked as he led Andrew toward the barracks. Along the way, Tyler explained that the room was shared by four soldiers: himself, Corporal Daniel Smith, Private First Class Lucas Carter, and now Andrew. He warned him that Smith was a bit of a hardass, Carter was usually pretty chill, and both of them were completely incapable of acting like mature adults for more than five minutes at a time. By the time they reached Room 2B, Andrew wasn’t sure if he was moving into a military barracks or a frat house. Tyler led Andrew down the hallway and pushed open the door to Room 2B. “Alright, boys, our new roommate’s here!”

Andrew stepped inside and glanced around. The barracks were far nicer than he had expected. The room had a modern feel, with gray walls, dark furniture, built-in LED lighting, and six bunk beds arranged in three bays along the far wall. A couch and television sat in the center of the room, while a recreation area, dining table, kitchenette, and bathroom extended beyond it. Despite being military housing, the place felt surprisingly comfortable and lived-in. A broad-shouldered soldier sitting in a chair immediately looked Andrew up and down. The moment they stepped into the common room, Tyler called out, “Alright, boys! Our new roommate’s here!” A broad-shouldered soldier sitting in a chair immediately looked Andrew up and down. “Well, well, well, looks like we’ve got ourselves a fresh greenhorn. What’s your name, rook?” “Andrew.” Smith smirked. “Andrew? Sounds like a kid’s name. You look like a kid.” Across the room, Carter glanced up from the couch. “Easy, Smith. He’ll grow into it.” Andrew grinned and fired back a sarcastic, “Fuck you.” The room erupted with laughter. “Oh, look at this newbie with the sharp tongue,” Smith said. “I like him already.” After everyone introduced themselves, Andrew looked around the room and noticed six bunks stacked in two rows of three. The metal frames were covered in military-green bedding, duffel bags, and personal items. “So where’s my bunk?” he asked. Tyler pointed toward the middle section of the room. “Yours is the bottom middle bunk. Right there.” Andrew followed his finger and saw the bed tucked beneath Tyler’s upper bunk. On either side of it were the bottom bunks belonging to Carter and Smith. “So I’m stuck between those two?” Andrew asked. Tyler laughed. “Pretty much.” Carter grinned. “Don’t worry. We only fart bomb each other’s bunks occasionally.” Smith shook his head. “He’s lying. It’s at least twice a week and it’s not just the bunks, it’s the pillows that Tyler farts on more often, like every other day.” Tyler smirked. “Guilty, Look on the bright side. You’re in the safest spot. Nah-uh, Carter says, your under Sumners, he will gas you out every night, that’s why we are on the end bunks. Sumner responds to Carter’s correction with a swift move pulling his head down to his ass and letting a large fart right in his face. PPPFFFRRRRTTT. Aahhh want to keep correcting me guys? Sumners snarky question has both of them turn Silent. Good Sumners says, Andrew set his bags down beside the bunk and began unpacking. He put his clothes in the drawers underneath his bunk, hung up a few uniforms in the locker beside the bed, and started organizing his belongings while the others continued talking behind him. As he worked, the conversation somehow shifted from military training to fart-related warfare. “I’m telling you,” Smith said, pointing at Carter, “the worst one was in Germany.” Carter immediately started laughing. “No way. That one was legendary.”

Andrew glanced over his shoulder. “What happened?” Tyler groaned before Carter could answer. “Please don’t encourage him.” Carter ignored him. “Smith was asleep in his bunk. Dead asleep. So I climbed up there real quiet, leaned over the rail, and let out the longest fart of my life right next to his face.”Smith pointed accusingly. “It lasted like ten seconds!” “More like fifteen,” Carter corrected proudly. You woke me up out of a dead sleep!” “Yeah, because you sat straight up and smacked your head on the bunk above you.” “You deserved it,” Tyler said. Smith shook his head. And says well you deserve this then, then Smith shoves Carters head down behind him and lets out a low sounding PFFFRTT. Carter immediately breaks free and covered his face with one hand. “Oh God.” smith grins and walks away saying yea you deserve that. As Andrew finished unpacking and sat down on his bunk for the first time, Tyler climbed onto the bunk above him while Smith and Carter settled back into their usual spots. Looking around at the chaos, Andrew couldn’t help but smile. He had arrived expecting a cold, intimidating military environment. Instead, he’d walked straight into a loud, ridiculous, dysfunctional family that somehow already felt like home. As Andrew continued unpacking his gear, Tyler Sumners and Lucas Carter remained focused on their video game while Daniel Smith watched from a nearby chair, occasionally offering commentary that neither of them had asked for. Carter glanced over at Andrew’s bunk and grinned. “You’ve got a pretty good view from there, rookie. Front-row seats to all the action.” Smith laughed. “And by action, he means us being idiots.” Andrew chuckled as he slid another stack of clothes into his locker. Looking around the room, he noticed there were six bunks even though Tyler had only mentioned three roommates. “Hey, Sumners, question. If there’s only three of you, why does this place have six bunks?” Tyler looked up from the game and laughed. “Good question. We’ve actually got a fourth roommate named Dylan. He’s on night shift right now, so he’s probably asleep while we’re all awake. You’ll meet him later.” Carter smirked. “Yeah, he’s a real piece of work.” Smith nodded. “A real pain in the ass.” Tyler shook his head, already knowing where the conversation was headed. Despite the joking, Andrew could tell there was genuine affection behind the teasing. As he continued unpacking, he found himself wondering what living here would actually be like. The guys seemed friendly, but they were also loud, constantly joking, and clearly very comfortable around one another. He wanted to know if there would be room to relax and have some privacy when he needed it. Tyler seemed to pick up on the concern immediately. “If you’re wondering whether you’ll get space, the answer’s yes. We mess around, roughhouse sometimes, talk trash, and compete over stupid stuff, but nobody’s going to bother you if you need downtime.” Carter nodded. “Yeah, man. We’re loud, but we’re not jerks.” Smith smirked. “Unless you steal somebody’s snacks. Then all bets are off.” That earned a round of laughter from everyone.

Once Andrew had most of his stuff put away, he sat down on the edge of his bunk and asked what they had planned for the day. It was only eight in the morning, and he assumed they’d be heading to a gym for PT. Instead, Tyler laughed and set down his controller. “Honestly, our PT is usually more fun than that. We do partner workouts, carries, wrestling drills, obstacle courses—stuff where you’re working with each other instead of staring at weights all morning.” Carter flexed dramatically. “I’m basically Smith’s favorite piece of workout equipment.” Before Carter could move, Smith reached over and wrapped him in a playful headlock. Carter immediately started laughing and trying to squirm free. “See?” Smith said. “Perfect training tool.” Tyler shook his head. “These two spend half their time competing and the other half pretending they aren’t friends.” Smith released Carter, who immediately shoved him back, starting another brief wrestling match that ended with both of them laughing. “You want to try it?” Smith asked Andrew. “Come on, rookie. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Andrew shook his head. “I think I’ll sit this one out and just observe for now. I kind of want to see how everything works before I jump into it.” Tyler nodded immediately. “Fair enough. No pressure.” Carter pointed at Smith. “Probably smart. This guy thinks every new person is a challenge.” Smith folded his arms with a grin. “Damn right. Rookies always get smashed.” The room erupted into laughter again. Sitting there watching them joke, argue, play video games, and occasionally wrestle like brothers, Andrew found himself relaxing more and more. The atmosphere wasn’t tense or intimidating at all. It was easygoing, comfortable, and surprisingly welcoming—the kind of place where everyone looked out for one another even while giving each other a hard time.

Sumners gestured toward the empty space on the couch between him and Carter. “Come on, newbie. Crash with us. We don’t bite… much.” Carter patted the vacant cushion beside him. “Yeah, get in here. The view’s better from this angle.” Andrew walked over and sat down between them while Smith watched from his recliner across the room. Smith narrowed his eyes and pointed toward the couch. “Just don’t fart. We’re all on edge since Sumners had Taco Bell last night.” Almost immediately, Sumners shifted on the couch, leaning away from Andrew so that his backside was pointed in Andrew’s direction. PPFFFFRRRRTTTT. Sumners leaned back with a satisfied look. “Too late.” Carter glanced over and immediately held out a fist. “Damn, Sumners. That one had some bass to it.” The two exchanged a fist bump while Smith shook his head. “And here I thought we were gonna ease the kid into it.” Sumners folded his arms. “Consider that my official welcome gift.” Andrew caught a whiff and instinctively covered his nose and mouth with one hand. “Oh, come on,” Sumners said. “It wasn’t that bad.” Carter pointed at Andrew and smirked. “Dude, your face right now.

Sumners nodded toward Carter. A second later, Carter shifted on his side of the couch, turning slightly toward Andrew. PFFFFFFFTTTT. “Ahhhh… whoops.” Andrew leaned back against the couch cushions and stared up at the ceiling while Sumners grinned and gave Carter another fist bump. The two of them then looked toward Smith. A few moments later, Smith stood up from his recliner, took a couple of steps, turned toward Andrew with a mischievous grin, and paused. PBBBBBBT. Then he casually sat back down as if nothing had happened. Sumners immediately held out his fist. “Good one, Smith.” After another fist bump, Carter looked around the room. “The room is officially a biohazard zone.” Smith reclined comfortably in his chair and shrugged. “Consider it a welcome from all of us. To what we like to call Fart McCoy. ”

Andrew finally dropped his hand from his face and fell back against the couch cushions, his head tilted toward the ceiling in complete surrender. He took a deep breath, immediately regretted it, and started coughing. Once he recovered, he opened his mouth to say something. Sumners shook his head with a grin. “That was the most defeated sigh I’ve ever heard.” Carter tells Andrew “Just let it happen, man. The gas always wins.”Sumner adds to carters comment like a seasoned mentor. “First rule of Fort McCoy? Breathe through your mouth.” The room settled for a moment before Sumners suddenly leaned away and let out another PFFFTTTT. ooh- Carter reacted, then  sniffed the air and nodded thoughtfully. “that’s the good stuff. Aged like fine milk.” Sumners smiled and high fives Carter. Still staring at the ceiling, Andrew simply accepted his fate as the room’s collective cloud of bad decisions lingered overhead. Sumners stretched comfortably and rested an arm along the back of the couch. “Okay, okay, I’ll call a ceasefire—for now. But at least you took it like a champ. Sumner adds.

Smith chimes in yeah, Most guys start crying by now." Carter adds "Yeah, or they throw up." Still lounging around the common room, the conversation gradually slowed as everyone settled back into their seats. After a few moments, Sumners glanced up at the clock on the wall and pushed himself off the couch with a stretch. “Alright, enough screwing around. We should probably head to chow. The sooner we get food, the sooner Carter’s gut can go to work.” Carter immediately groaned. “You guys are never gonna let that go, are you?” Smith smirked as he stood up from his recliner. “Not until your ass stops sounding like a tuba, buddy.” Sumners shook his head, grabbed his cap, and nudged Andrew’s shoulder as he headed toward the door. “C’mon, rookie. Let’s go eat before Carter preloads his next bioattack. Pro tip: sit upwind of him.” “I’m standing right here,” Carter replied. Before anyone could move, he shifted in his seat and let out a quick PFFFRRT. Sumners stopped in his tracks and looked back at him in disgust. “You’re sleeping with one eye open tonight.” Carter shrugged. “Worth it.”

The group started toward the hallway, but not before Sumners gave Carter a long look. A slow smirk spread across his face as he tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes, the kind of expression that made it obvious he was already planning payback. “Keep talking,” he said. “See you at lights-out.” Carter only grinned as Smith shook his head and followed them toward the door. “Ahhh, just like family. Welcome to hell, Andrew.” One by one, they filed out of Room 2B, still trading jokes and insults as they headed toward the chow hall

Out on the open plains

It follows two cowboys, both idly traveling through the western frontier. They're hopping on trains, rangling horses, and staying at whatever towns hotel they just so happened to be in that night. They aren't eating the best diets, surviving souly on jerky, beans, and little bits of bread. So, to say they're gassy most of the time would be an understatement. And, the story starts in one of those gas filled days.

"Alright sub. you know the drill. Take the boot off and sniff... good boy. Now, plant your face on the bottom of My foot and bask in it. Show Me some gratitude for letting you stick around and be my little housekeeper. I worked a double shift at the warehouse today, and what did you do? Remember, you only get three mess-ups before I punish you.

Alright, let's see... From here, I can spot a dirty coffee mug on the counter. you had all day to clean that up for Me, it should be in the dishwasher, if not fully washed, dried, and put away. That's strike one. you'll take care of that when we're done here.

Moving on. you've got My dinner in the oven, but it's not ready...it should have been ready to serve when I walked in the door. A Man shouldn't have to wait for His sustenance, sub. Strike two.

Strike three is just because I can...just because I want to. It'd be a shame to let these socks go to waste after I worked so hard to get them so funky. Here's your punishment: open your mouth and put it right under My toes, and breathe in deep with your mouth. That's right – inhale my stank. Just suck all that filthy, sock-filtered air into your mouth. No licking, just breathing. That's what a Man's day smells and tastes like.

If I had the actual ass of my stepbrother on my face like that I'd cry 😭😂

Can't believe someone fell for a trick like that! If anyone, especially if they're your mischievous older brother, asks you to lay dawn arms and legs straight-Don't. Do. It!

(Not my best I gotta get back into the grove)

Costumer Service

“Welcome to the gym sir, could I interest you in our own special protein powder. It contains 50% more protein and vitamins to push your gains to the max than other brands.” Cody was the customer's name, you’ve seen him walking into the gym nearly everyday. His looks was enough to draw the eyes of anyone but what was the true attention grabber was his ass, looking like a BBL but it’s all natural everyone was jealous of it. You became infatuated with him, even once waiting outside the bathroom for him to walk out. You rushed in right after he was done and got to experience the gas that stud could produce and wanted more. You offered him this new protein powder, one that's nothing more than a combination of multiple store both brands but the combo should be more than enough fuel to create the,

BBRBFTFTRBBRPRPTPFPFPPTPTRTTRTT.

Your inner thought was cut short by the explosion that came from the weight rack. It was him, Cody. While doing a deadlift he let rip one hell of a fart, the back of his shorts fluttered from the force as a smell that could singe nose hairs quickly enveloped the area. “That shit reeks” you hear from the other gym goers as the stray away from Cody. Not too long later

FRRFRRPTTPTPTPT

An airy blast came from him again, and again

BrPfFfTtTtT

AND AGAIN

rpppffttttpppPPPRRRFTTTTT

and again

FRPPPRFFBPPTTPTPTBRTTRT.

You walk up to Cody, “Sir we’ve been getting some complaints.” Cody turns to look at you covered in sweat and looking apologetic. “I’mn so sry this new protein isn’t agreeing with me, I guess I’m being kicked out.” This was your moment you thought to yourself as you proposed an idea to him. “Instead of kicking you out, I could act as your muffler.”

Cody's expression turns shocked but quickly changes to a sly smirk. “Well since you're offering!” he responds as he grabs your head and rips a nasty fart on your face. You feel the fabric ripple against your skin as the smell invades your senses.

FrrpppFbBbbbbBBRTTPBRRTTT

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/buttsmasher/817000252260384768/officer-vanover?source=share

Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, Dubious-Consent, Forced Masturbation, Forced Ass Eating (Rimming), Musky Dom

I’d recently started playing a lot of online chess. I wasn’t the best but I certainly better than most casual players. My brother noticed my new hobby and started teasing me about it. “Of course you love chess, nerd” “I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, you spending your free time playing chess with a robot, or that you always lose to that robot!” And eventually the comment he’d been building up to the whole time “You’re such a loser. I bet you couldn’t even beat me at chess”. I wish it didn’t but this caused me to look up from my phone. His evil eyes and cheeky smile goading me. “Seriously? Do you even know how to play chess?” My voice was dripping with annoyance. 

my brother chuckled “of course! It’s just a bunch of knights and kings and wizards and shit that dorks like you play with on a board”. I rolled my eyes at him. “There are no wizards in chess” 

“okay Dorkwad. Wizards or not I bet I can beat your ass at chess with ease”. There it was again. I should’ve just ignored him but feeling confident against my brother for the first time I answered “oh yea what do you bet?” This is when my brother’s face grew into a full on wicked smile. I should’ve known then betting with him was still a bad idea. 

my brother feigned thinking for a moment but he had already planned all of this out. “How about…the winner gets to give the loser wedgies all night and the loser has to let them”. My brother raised his eyebrows up and down at me a couple times playfully. 

The wedgie bet did embolden me further. Usually my brother’s bets were nastier. Fart sniffing or foot rubs. I’d even lost one before where my face had to be his deodorant stick for a whole week, that was a rough one. But just wedgies and for just one night? I deduced that meant he wasn’t confident in his win and didn’t want to risk subjecting himself to anything too brutal for too long. Of course I was wrong. 

“fine. You’re on, wedgie boy!” I jabbed back at my brother. This made him laugh. “That’s the spirit bro!” 

We made our way to the chess board in the den and while I did have whispered thoughts that this was not a good idea, that my brother could actually be good at chess, it was a cake walk. He didn’t play with any strategy just moving pieces on whims. Whereas I knew exactly what I was doing with each move I made. The game was fine in less than ten minutes. “Ahh nice job dork. I guess you win”. I was so happy I had finally gotten one over on my brother. “Ready for your wedgies, loser!” I tried my best to sound like him. 

“Give me one sec bro. I’m actually free balling at the moment.” My brother played with his junk as he said that making me roll my eyes. He left to go out on underwear, or so I thought, and I started to set the board back up. I did take a picture of my dominant win first just so I could lord it over him for a while. I wasn’t pay attention when my brother returned though. In his hands were a roll of duct tape and two large zip ties. Before I had a chance to even compress what was happening he had my hands behind my back and was restraining them with vigor. 

“What the hell dude!” I exclaimed as he jumped off me laughing at the sight of me, 

arms bound behind my back.  

“Uh oh dork, how’re you supposed to give me any wedgies with your arms stuck like that?”. He was playing dumb and really pissing me off. 

“Exactly dude let me go!” I yelled at him. My arms pathetically swinging behind my back. “Oh wait I have an idea!” My brother spoke with a mocking tone. I saw his eyes grow dark and his smirk became slightly more aggressive. I knew that meant I needed to get away but I was already cornered. My brother was on me and had my head pinned face up on the den couch cushion in seconds. “There ya go bro. You won fair and square. So I have to let you give me wedgies allll night”. He emphasized the word have as he stood over me his legs straddling both sides of my body. “But without hands I guess your only option is to wedgie me with your face!” My brother then dropped his shorts exposing his crusty boxer briefs. I really started to struggle then but I couldn’t get up with my hands tied 

“Don’t worry loser, I only wore these to the gym three times last week. They’re pretty clean”. Turning around my brother showed me his boxer clad ass. A light skidmark running up his crack. “Dude please don’t! I won this isn’t fair!” I begged as my brother began to squat down on my face. His ass and skidmark growing in size as they approached me until I was consumed in his musk. 

“Ahhh there it is. Come on dorkazoid. Do your worst. I want my underwear wedged up my crack the farthest you can get it.” My brother teased as he rubbed his crack on my face pushing my face deeper and deeper. His ass stunk so bad. A combination of his unwashed dirty underwear and him never washing his ass either. 

“Wow bro, this isn’t so bad. I don’t know why you’re always such a whiny baby whenever I wedgie you”. My brother teased as if the wedgies he gave me even compared to him shoving my face in his butt. 

“Uh oh dork! I’m feeling a little gassy. I guess wedgie night is gonna be a lot more than you signed up for!” My brother cackled and all I could think was I will never bet with him again. 

What I didn’t expect was that the person watching you doesn’t have to be in the room. My supervising employee watched me through a camera from another room, and I’m almost certain they could hear me too.

I’ve seen fart kink prompts before where a group of friends get locked into an escape room (wouldn’t really happen; you can leave at any time) and one of them gets SUPER gassy, prompting the group to try to rush through the puzzles.

But what if….

A new employee (A) at an escape room chain is pushed into overseeing the game of a specific customer (B). A isn’t told why their coworkers refuse to watch this person, or why the coworkers are snickering at the idea that A is going to start this shift with no context. From what A can tell based on checking them in, B is a polite, friendly person. In fact, to A’s embarrassment, B can absolutely tell that A thinks they’re a bit attractive. The only strange thing is B’s efforts at making sure they’re doing the escape room by themself, but even that’s not overly rare. Some people are just anxious around others in cooperative situations, or they like to mentally challenge themselves.

A gets B set up, then goes into the control room, where they observe B (we’re assuming this chain is lucky enough to have multiple control rooms, so A can be alone). It isn’t too long - maybe 5-10 minutes in - before A learns why B got the room to themself.

Suddenly, belches and farts start booming from the mics. A watches B calmly walk around the room, solving puzzles as easily as they rub burps out of their stomach, or cock a leg to better release cheek flappers. The gas is louder and more constant than anything A has ever witnessed, and it keeps going as B’s hour (or however long they’re given to solve the room) ticks down.

There’s nothing A can do but blush and squirm as B deflates like a human balloon, wondering if B even knows that they have an audience.

Then at some point, after a really nasty-sounding fart, B answers this by saying out loud, “Hope you’re enjoying this."

Finally, B solves the room with minutes to spare. A enters (immediately surrounded by an atmosphere of funk) to congratulate them and give them a little “You did it!” card. B apologetically explains that they have a huge gas problem, so they always reserve escape rooms for themself. They’ve developed a habit of “surprising” the employees with their condition, and they hope they didn’t give A too bad of a time.

Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, non-consensual (some), Power Imbalance

FRANÇAIS / FRENCH :

"RIVERDALE" est une série télévisée américaine produite par la chaîne CW et aussi diffusée sur la plateforme Netflix, depuis 2017. Elle est actuellement composée de 95 épisodes répartis sur 5 saisons. Inspirée des "Archie Comics" en vogue depuis les années 1940, "RIVERDALE" raconte l'histoire d'une ville fictive américaine dans lesquels se passent des événements comme des meurtres, sur lesquels enquêtent une bande d'amis adolescents. Le groupe est composé principalement de Archibald "Archie" Andrews (un jock rouquin qui aime la musique🎸), Forsythe Pendleton "Jughead" Jones III (qui aime la littérature 📚et les hamburgers 🍔), Elizabeth "Betty" Cooper (qui aime le journalisme), et Veronica "Ronnie" Lodge (une fille très riche qui adore les vêtements). Ils sont rejoints par des personnages comme Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Josie McCoy, Reginald "Reggie" Mantle, Antoinette "Tonie" Topaz... La série est vraiment divertissante, car elle a un rythme très prenant, car on a envie de connaître l'identité du tueur de chaque saison, et ses motivations que l'on apprend à chaque dernier épisode de saison. La série vise plutôt les spectateurs entre 15 et 35 ans, mais n'importe qui peut aimer cette série, d'autant qu'il n'y a pas que des adolescents.

D'ailleurs, même si vous n'aimez pas les intrigues, vous pouvez fantasmer sur le corps des interprètes, car il y a beaucoup de scènes érotiques, pas forcément sexuels mais où le corps est dénudé en tout cas. Les hommes et les femmes y sont toujours à leur avantage, et c'est parfois bizarre de fantasmer sur le corps de mineurs. Heureusement, les acteurs jouant les adolescents sont tous bien plus âgés que leur personnage, ce qui explique leur plastique avantageuse (les mecs sont tous musclés et les filles ont des seins parfaits). Si vous aimez les séries où tout n'est pas cohérent mais que ça en devient drôle, vous devriez regarder "RIVERDALE" car on en arrive à pardonner des intrigues inutiles tellement les clichés sont assumés. La série est quand même assez sombre, mais il y a de bons moments, et c'est une bonne série dans l'ensemble. J'ai donc décidé d'écrire une histoire sur "RIVERDALE", en raison de l'arrivée imminente de la saison 6 (dernière de la série), mais surtout à la demande de mon très cher ami @lovejocksfarts-ass.

Nous fantasmons tous les deux sur la beauté des mecs de "RIVERDALE", surtout Archie Andrews, joué par le très beau KJ Apa. Comme @lovejocksfarts-ass le dit : "Omg KJ Apa is so hot! Wish he could fart on my face! Also Charles Melton is extremely sexy!!! Big ass probably has juicy farts like KJ. He is just gorgeous too." ("Oh mon dieu KJ Apa est si excitant ! J'aimerais tant qu'il pète sur mon visage ! Charles Melton aussi est très séduisant ! Avec son gros cul il doit probablement avoir des pets juteux comme KJ. Il est juste tellement beau !"). Si je partage moins l'enthousiasme de mon ami sur la beauté de Charles Melton (interprète de Reggie Mantle, ami et rival d'Archie), c'est parce-que j'ai peu d'estime pour son personnage. En revanche, j'admets que je rêve moi aussi d'être à leur service, à défaut de pouvoir être aimé d'eux étant donné que les acteurs et leurs personnages sont hétéros (quoiqu'ils ont eu des baisers gays dans la série). En me servant de notre fantasme commun et avec ses suggestions, j'ai écrit une histoire qui a pour but de faire vivre à @lovejocksfarts-ass son fantasme de se faire humilier et péter dessus par de beaux jocks (sportifs musclés de lycée). Cette histoire est fictive, n'a que l'excitation sexuelle comme but. Si vous aussi vous voudriez que j'écrive sur une série ou un film que vous appréciez, faites-moi en part en commentaires ou par message. Bonne lecture mes amis, j'espère que ça vous plaira !

🏉🎓📝🧦👟🏉🎓📝🧦👟🏉🎓📝🧦👟🏉

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE

"LE SOUMIS DU LYCÉE DE RIVERDALE"

James Tinydick rempli une fonction essentielle dans l'équipe de foot des Bulldogs au lycée de Riverdale : il est le porteur d'eau et de serviettes pour les joueurs de foot ! Trop petit et pas assez fort pour pouvoir entrer dans l'équipe de foot, il a supplié le coach de lui accorder un poste, "n'importe lequel" a-t-il dit. C'est comme ça que James s'est retrouvé comme porteur d'eau et de serviettes. Son rôle consiste à se tenir au bord du terrain en portant un plateau sur lequel se trouve des verres en plastique remplis d'eau. Sur ses bras se trouvent des serviettes, que les joueurs prennent pour s'essuyer les bras ou le front avant de les reposer sur les bras de James comme s'il était un meuble humain. Les joueurs n'accordent aucune attention particulière à James : quand ils ont soif, ils courent vers le plateau que porte James et y prennent des verres d'eau avant de jeter les verres vides par terre, car ils savent que James va les ramasser pour eux, ou sur la tête de James, car ils savent qu'il est trop faible pour vouloir les empêcher. Malgré les humiliations, James était fier de pouvoir dire qu'il est un membre de l'équipe de foot de sa ville. On ne peut pas en dire autant des membres de sa famille, que James supplie de venir voir les matchs, mais qui refusent car cela leur rappelle le rôle qu'il y joue. En effet, James Tinydick est appelé par tout le monde par le surnom que lui ont donné les joueurs de l'équipe de football : "Porteur d'eau" ou "Garçon de serviettes". Il est privé de son identité pour être uniquement qualifié par la fonction qu'il remplit auprès d'hommes qui lui sont supérieurs par la force et la beauté.

Malgré cela, James se sent privilégié : oui, les joueurs l'ignorent la plupart du temps et se moquent de lui lorsqu'ils se rappellent son existence. Mais en même temps, James a la chance d'être au contact de joueurs sublimes, qui exposent sans gêne leurs corps musclés dans les vestiaires. Les vestiaires sont comme un temple pour James : il se sent comme un prêtre qui organiserait les prières pour ses dieux, les joueurs de Riverdale High School, et l'odeur de sueur de cul, de pieds et d'aisselles est comme une odeur sacrée. Quand aux équipements sales et aux chaussures pleines de terre que James doit nettoyer parfois jusque tard pour qu'ils soient prêts pour le lendemain, James les voit comme des offrandes sacrées : en dehors des petites amies des joueurs, il est le seul à pouvoir toucher de près les uniformes !

James Tinydick est complètement obsédé par le charisme et la beauté de deux joueurs en particulier : Archibald "Archie" Andrews et Reginald "Reggie" Mantle! Ces deux garçons très différents sont à la fois amis et concurrents, depuis un certain temps. James les a vu grandir de loin, et n'a jamais été un de leurs amis, mais il l'aurait tellement voulu. Archibald "Archie" Andrews est un garçon roux passionné de musique, qui attire le regard des filles et de certains garçons malgré lui. Son père Fred, patron d'une entreprise de construction de bâtiments, l'a fait travailler sur des chantiers, ce qui a eu pour effet de le rendre plus musclé. Mais en plus d'être beau sans s'en rendre compte, Archie est drôle, toujours là pour ses proches, et est courageux. James l'admire de loin. Reginald "Reggie" Mantle est très différent : ce beau brun asiatique, un peu plus grand que Archie mais pas forcément plus musclé, n'hésite jamais à se faire remarquer par son comportement. Soit il fait des blagues aux professeurs, ou à ses camarades, mais est souvent lâche et maladroit. Malgré cela, il reste apprécié car il est l'un des meilleurs joueurs de l'équipe. James a envers Reggie moins de l'admiration mais plutôt de la crainte : la beauté et la confiance qu'a Reggie l'intimident, et Reggie est souvent celui qui humilie James en premier. Même si Archie essaye un peu de défendre le porteur d'eau, James est excité par ces deux beaux garçons.

Après un entraînement intense, les joueurs retournent dans les vestiaires. Comme il n'y a pas assez de place pour que tous les joueurs prennent leur douche au même moment, certains y vont en premier pendant que d'autres attendent dans le vestiaire. C'est ce qui fait qu'il y a une forte odeur de sueur : ceux qui ne sont pas encore lavés ont le temps de laisser leur odeur se propager. James est ravi de voir tous ces corps d'hommes, même ceux qui sont moins musclés, se promener entre les douches. Ceux qui vont se doucher doivent donner leur jockstrap à James pour qu'il les lave. La plupart des gars ne regardent même pas James lorsqu'ils posent leurs sous-vêtements sales dans le panier à linge qu'il tient. Et ils ne lui disent jamais merci.

Ce jour-là, comme d'autres jours, James se retrouva avec une grande pile de jockstraps et de chaussettes sales et il pouvait respirer la puanteur de la sueur des Bulldogs du lycée. Alors que des joueurs, leur serviette de douche autour de la taille, allaient vers les douche après avoir jeté leurs sous-vêtements dans le panier, l'un d'eux arriva et dit :

"Merde, il ne reste plus de place. Bon, je vois qu'un seul endroit où mettre mon caleçon pour être sur qu'il sit pas perdu.".

Juste après avoir dit cela, il mit son caleçon sale sur le visage de James, et son nez se retrouva au niveau de l'odeur du penis du beau blond. James respira la bonne odeur musquée de la bite du joueur, mais prétendait ne pas aimer cela en disant "oh c'est dégoûtant ! Oh non, pourquoi ça m'arrive". Il pensait qu'en disant cela les autres joueurs le prendraient en pitié, mais tout le monde voyait en James un pédé soumis qui ne rêvait que de sucer leurs bites. Soudain, le coach arriva sans que James l'ai vu venir.

COACH DES BULLDOGS : "Putain James je me doute que tu renifle les caleçons sales de mes joueurs quand tu dois les laver, mais t'es pas obligé de mettre le jockstrap sur ton visage quand on est pas encore parti !"

JAMES TINYDICK : "Non Coach ce n'est pas ce que vous croyez ! Un joueur a..."

COACH : "N'accuse pas un de tes coéquipiers ! Je te rappelle que tu fait partie de l'équipe ! même si ton rôle est de porter les bouteilles d'eau et laver des chaussettes ! D'ailleurs, en parlant de chausettes, va donc aider les joueurs à enlever leurs chausettes, car elles leur collent aux pieds à cause de la transpiration. Allez, dépêche toi !"

James renifle une dernière fois l'odeur du jockstrap sale, le retire, puis pose le panier de linge sale et se dirige vers le vestiaire. Archie, Reggie et tous les autres discutent tranquillement du match. James s'agenouille vers chacun des joueurs pour leur demander de lui donneur leurs chaussettes pour qu'il les lave. La plupart des Bulldogs lui jette leurs chaussettes sur son visage. Quand James arrive au tour de Reggie, celui-ci l'ignore.

JAMES TINYDICK : "Monsieur Mantle, puis-je avoir vos chausettes s'il vous plaît ?"

REGINALD MANTLE : "Quoi? Déjà que ton visage me dégoute, mais ta voix aussi m'énerve ! Me touche pas pédé, dégage !"

ARCHIBALD "ARCHIE" ANDREWS : "Reggie, calme toi, ce petit garçon voulait simplement récupérer tes chaussettes pour qu'il aille les laver. Au lieu de t'énerver, sois content que nous ayons un nettoyeur de chausettes, s'il se sent à sa place c'est le principal."

REGINALD "REGGIE" MANTLE : "Quoi, tu défends ce petit pédé, Andrews ? Le porteur d'eau t'a sucé la bite et tu vas te mettre en couple avec lui ? Tu le protège parce que tu l'aime, hein, avoue Andrews !"

ARCHIE : "Retires immédiatement ce que tu viens de dire, Reggie !"

CHUCK CLAYTON (un beau joueur noir musclé) : "Les mecs, calmez vous ! Reggie, tu peut pas être juste content d'avoir un petit garçon blanc à tes pieds qui ne demande qu'à te servir ? Tu ne vois pas que c'est ça son rôle, de servir des vrais mecs comme nous ? Tu n'es pas obligé de le laisser te toucher les pieds si ça te dégoute, tu n'as qu'à les lui donner directement !"

REGINALD "REGGIE" MANTLE : "Ouais, t'as raison Chuck, c'est ce que je vais faire. Je veut pas laisser à cette merde le plaisir de toucher mes pieds suants !"

Juste après avoir dit cela, Reggie Mantle retire ses chausettes suantes et les enfonce dans la bouche de James. Tous les joueurs rigolent de l'humiliation de James.

REGINALD "REGGIE" MANTLE : "Voilà, là tu es à ta place ! Pour moi, tu as pas plus de valeur qu'une machine à laver, alors c'est ce que tu vas être : une machine à laver humaine ! Je veut retrouver ces chaussettes propres ! Compris, petit pédé blanc !"

James acquiesce de la tête.

CHUCK CLAYTON : "Je crois que Reggie n'a pas entendu, répète ce que tu viens de dire, Porteur d'eau !"

JAMES : "Hmmmmhmmmm hmmmmm"

Les joueurs rigolent du fait que James n'arrive pas à parler avec les chausettes sales dans la bouche. Le coach arrive à ce moment là. Les Bulldogs pensent qu'il va les gronder, mais il rigole avec eux de l'humiliation de James.

COACH : "Bravo mes Bulldogs, je vois que vous intégrez Porteur d'eau à l'équipe ! C'est bien de partager des moments de rigolade ensemble, ça resserre vos liens de camaraderie ! Maintenant laissez Porteur d'eau tranquille, il doit encore nettoyer les toilettes, vous avez laissé pleins de merde !"

Les Bulldogs rigolent encore, avant d'oublier James. Pour eux, il n'est rien d'autre qu'un serviteur, et un serviteur doit se faire oublier.

Un jour, Archie s'approche dans les couloirs de James, qui cherche un cahier dans son casier. James est impressionné de voir Archie et essaye de ne pas montrer son désir.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Hey Porteur d'eau.. Je veut dire James.. Tu te rappelles le devoir que la prof de math avait demandé de faire pour demain ? Bon, je l'ai toujours pas fait, et j'ai pas le temps de le faire, je vais voir Veronica ce soir. Ça te dérange de le faire pour moi ? Vraiment je veut pas te déranger."

JAMES TINYDICK : "Oh je dois pouvoir trouver une place dans mon emploi du temps... Non je plaisante Monsieur Andrews, bien sûr que je ferai votre devoir, ce sera la première chose que je ferai en rentrant. D'ailleurs s'il y a autre chose...."

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Ouais en fait tu pourrais me rendre un service. J'ai pas écrit les cours de toute cette semaine, je comprenais rien. Ça m'arrangerait que tu écrives mes leçons dans mes cahiers. T'as intérêt à l'avoir fait pour demain, compris ? Je veut dire... Si ça pouvait être fait pour demain, ce serait super, pédé... Euh, James."

James n'eut même pas le temps de dire quoi que ce soit que Archie sortit ses cahiers de son sac et les posa dans les bras de James. Puis, Archie Andrews s'en alla comme si rien ne s'était passé. James rentra chez lui avec un sac plus lourd que d'habitude, mais il était excité à l'idée de savoir qu'il avait les cahiers de Archie Andrews dans son sac ! Il pouvait se dire qu'une part de beau garçon était venu dans sa maison. Quand il arriva chez lui, il respira l'odeur des cahiers d'Archie dans l'espoir de sentir les mains du beau rouquin. Il passa le reste de sa soirée à recopier toutes les leçons d'Archie Andrews et à préparer son devoir de math. Il s'appliqua à écrire proprement et à souligner les mots importants afin de faire un travail convenable. Il s'endormit heureux d'avoir travaillé pour un beau sportif hétéro. Le lendemain, il alla vers Archie qui discutait avec Reggie Mantle près de leurs casiers.

JAMES TINYDICK : "Bonjour Monsieur Andrews, Monsieur Mantle. Monsieur Andrews, j'ai vos cahiers avec les leçons écrites, ainsi que votre devoir de math."

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Tu as une jolie écriture. C'est pas mal. L'essai de math a l'air bien. J'espère que j'aurais au moins un B."

REGGIE : "Quoi? Tu as demandé à ce minable de faire tes devoirs et tu me l'as pas dit ? C'est normal qu'il s'applique à écrire tes leçons, tu es son supérieur. Écoute moi bien Porteur d'eau, tu vas aussi faire mes devoirs, et t'as intérêt à ce que j'ai un A. Moi je suis pas comme Andrews à me contenter d'un B. Je me dis qu'après tout tu es plutôt bon à l'école alors quelque part moi aussi je te rend un service en te faisant travailler. En fait, tu devrais me remercier de te laisser faire mes devoirs. Agenouille toi pour nous remercier."

James s'agenouille aux pieds de Archie et Reggie et a l'impression d'être minuscule tellement il est impressionné par leurs carrure et leur musculature. Il se sent faible.

JAMES : "Merci Monsieur Mantle, Merci Monsieur Andrews, de m'accorder l'immense privilège de faire vos devoirs à votre place."

REGGIE MANTLE : "Et qu'on soit bien d'accord, tu les fait pas pour nous parce-qu'on est pas assez intelligents pour les faire, tu les fait parce qu'on te l'ordonne."

Puis, les deux jocks laissent James : le porteur d'eau sert les deux plus beaux joueurs de l'équipe, il va faire leurs devoirs !

Chaque soir, James rentre chez lui et passe ses soirées à faire les devoirs de Archie et Reggie, et à écrire de sa plus belle écriture leurs leçons dans leurs cahiers. Reggie et Archie, qui n'avaient pas de très bons résultats scolaires, sont félicités par les professeurs et leurs parents pour leurs améliorations. Le fait qu'ils soient beaux et bons sportifs facilitait la chose. Pendant ce temps, James, qui était un très bon élève, passe tellement de temps à écrire les devoirs de ses deux beaux dieux qu'il en oublie de faire les siens, et se fait gronder par ses parents et les professeurs pour ses résultats qui deviennent décevants. Le pire, c'est que Archie et Reggie se moquent publiquement de James, et les autres Bulldogs rient aussi. Il arrive même que James rit de sa propre humiliation, ce qui fait encore plus rire Archie et les Bulldogs ! James a vraiment l'impression de faire partie de l'équipe et se moque de savoir que ses résultats baissent : il veut juste servir Archie et Reggie ! C'est pourquoi il accepte de les attendre à leurs classes pour porter leurs affaires jusqu'à la classe suivante, pour ne pas qu'ils aient à le faire, qu'ils aient les mains libres pour tenir la main de leurs petites copines par exemple. À la cantine, les Bulldogs sifflent James comme s'il était leur chien pour qu'il aille leur chercher quelque chose, et quand ils ont fini de manger, il débarrasse leurs plateaux ! Même les dames de la cantine n'ont pas de respect pour James, que tout le monde appelle Porteur d'eau comme si c'était son prénom. James semble accepter sa position.

Un jour, James reçoit un message d'Archie. "Derrière le stade. Maintenant.". James comprend qu'Archie l'attend près du lieu où ont lieu les match de soccer. Il se dépêche de rejoindre celui qu'il considère secrètement comme son maître. Archie est assis près d'un arbre, et personne ne se trouve dans les parages. Il porte son blouson aux couleurs de Riverdale, le bleu et le jaune. Il est si beau. James s'approche timidement. Archie le voit.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "N'ai pas peur de moi. Tu me connais. Viens. Assieds toi avec moi. Je veut voir si ta bite est petite. Tu sais les petites bites peuvent être mignonnes." Sans plus attendre, il baisse le pantalon de James. James a honte mais Archie le rassure.

ARCHIE ANDREWS :" Oh ton petit zizi est trop mignon. Il doit bien tenir dans ta main de bébé. Moi aussi je vais te montrer ce que j'ai. Attention prépare toi à avoir un choc" Archie baisse de manière très virile son jean et dévoile une belle queue épaisse et douce. James se met à baver devant cette queue.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Viens, j'ai envie que tu me branle. Caresse moi. Quand tu m'auras fait éjaculer, je te laisserai manger mon sperme. Viens garçon, viens me faire plaisir."

James saisit la bite de Archie et lui murmure que sa bite est magnifique. Sur ordre d'Archie, James va de plus en vite dans son mouvement. Il finit par faire éjaculer Archie, qui lui donne l'autorisation de lécher son sperme sur ses doigts. Archie se gratte aussi le cul avant de faire renifler et sucer ses doigts puants le cul par James.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Je sais qu'après avoir goûté à mon cul et à mon sperme, tu dois être au comble du bonheur, mon petit pédé." Puis Archie se lève, il sait que tout cela restera entre lui et James. Et James, même s'il doit garder le secret de ce qu'il vient de se passer, est au comble du bonheur.

Le match entre les Bulldogs et l'équipe de Stonewall Prep High School a enfin lieu. Les Bulldogs attendent depuis longtemps l'opportunité de vaincre ces fils de bourgeois prétentieux. Après un match difficile, les Bulldogs perdent ! Furieux, ils retournent aux vestiaires en claquant les portes et en hurlant ! James ne s'est jamais senti aussi intimidé d'être en leur présence que maintenant : ils sont tous très énervés.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Putain, les gars, je ne peux pas croire que nous nous sommes perdus avec ces connards riches de Stonewall Prep! Quand je pense que notre pote Jughead Jones doit traîner avec ces connards, putain! J'ai besoin de me soulagement, je crois que je vais...." PRRPPTTTP PPPRRTTTT PRRTTT PRRTTT

Archie laisse échapper un long pet juste devant le visage de James qui était agenouillé derrière lui pour ramasser les serviettes sales qui sont tombées derrière Archie. Tous les Bulldogs rient parce qu'Archie n'a même pas réalisé qu'il avait pété sur le visage de James !

CHUCK CLAYTON : "Wow Archie c'était un bon gros pet que tu nous as sorti là-bas !"

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Ouais désolé les gars, c'est à cause du fait que j'ai mangé un chili con carne, j'aurais dû éviter"

Archie ne s'excuse même pas auprès de James de lui avoir fait un pet au milieu du visage. Il s'en fiche, il sait au fond que c'est le rôle de James. James pense se sentir humilié, mais prend une profonde inspiration dans l'odeur du pet d'Archie Andrews dans l'espoir que personne ne le remarque.

REGGIE MANTLE: "Hé les gars, vous sentez? Normalement, quand Archie pète, ou quand l'un de nous, de vrais hommes, pète, ça pue, on est d'accord ? Mais sentez ! L'odeur a disparue, comme si quelqu'un avait pris un filtre à air pour faire sortir l'odeur et qu'on n'ait plus à la respirer !"

CHUCK CLAYTON : "Bah si quelqu'un a filtré l'odeur des pets d'Archie, ça ne peut que ce petit pédé blanc de Porteur d'eau ! Les gars, je pense qu'on a trouvé notre renifleur de pets ! Venez avec moi péter sur sa gueule !"

Le bel athlète noir se précipite vers James, qui n'ose pas se lever. Chuck Clayton appuie ses fesses bombées sur le visage de James et le soumis n'a nulle part où aller ! Chuck laisse échapper de longs pets puants, et quand il se lève, un autre joueur s'assoit sur le visage de James ! Tous les coéquipiers Bulldogs pètent sur le visage de James jusqu'à ce que ce soit le tour de Reggie.

REGINALD "REGGIE" MANTLE : "Alors, c'est enfin à moi de te faire renifler mes pets. Je sais que tu dois secrètement rêvé de lécher mon cul car un pédé comme toi est dégoûtant. Et je sais aussi que je devrais pas t'accorder ce privilège. Mais je pense qu'on ne saura pas vraiment si tu es un renifleur de pets efficace si tu ne respire pas mes pets depuis leur source : renifle mon cul, pédé !"

À la stupéfaction générale, Reggie baisse son caleçon, prend le visage de James entre ses mains et l'enfonce profondément dans son cul. Le rêve de James d'être dans le cul de Reggie se réalise ! Il est dans le cul de Reggie ! PPPRTTTTRRRTTTTPPPPPTTT !!!!!!

Reggie lâche un énorme pet puant qui atteint directement le nez de James, qui s'empresse de respirer à plein poumon le pet nauséabond. Les Bulldogs attendent, respirent un peu, et comprennent qu'il n'y a pas de puanteur : James a réussi le test !

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "En tant que capitaine des Bulldogs, je nomme notre garçon de serviettes, Porteur d'eau ici présent, de son vrai nom James Tinydick, renifleur de pets des Bulldogs de Riverdale !"

Les Bulldogs applaudissent leur capitaine et personne ne demande l'avis de James sur sa nomination.

CHUCK CLAYTON : "Je sais que ce que je vais dire est dégueulasse mais quand Archie a dit que Porteur d'eau était le renifleur des pets des Bulldogs, je l'ai imaginé à quatre pattes par terre en train de renifler les pets de vrais chiens ! Ce serait tellement drôle !"

Même si la vision est repoussante, les Bulldogs rient du commentaire de Chuck.

REGGIE MANTLE : "Je te comprend Reggie, je suis sûr que venant de la part de ce pédé, il ne saurait même pas se rendre compte de ce qui est dégueulasse. Si on le lui ordonne, je suis sûr qu'il reniflera des culs de chiens juste pour nous faire plaisir et qu'on puisse passer un bon moment à rigoler de ce pédé!"

ARCHIE ANDREWS :" Oui et pourquoi pas lui faire manger leurs crottes pendant qu'on y est ! Restons sérieux les gars, on a déjà eu un renifleur de pets personnel : voilà quelque chose que même les gosses de riches de Stonewall Prep n'ont pas, quelque chose que Jughead Jones n'aurait jamais pû imaginer !"

Archie adresse un rapide clin d'œil à James, qui remercie en prononçant "merci" silencieusement. Les joueurs ne voient pas cette échange entre James et Archie, trop occupés à se changer et à parler de leur hâte d'essayer le renifleur de pets officiel de l'équipe au prochain match. Malheureusement, l'hiver empêchait les matchs d'avoir lieu, et la semaine des vacances de Noël arriva. Exceptionnellement, Riverdale fut recouverte par la neige, et les Bulldogs eurent envie de faire de la moto de neige dans la forêt en extérieur de la ville. Le dernier jour avant les vacances, les Bulldogs parlent de ce projet tandis que James ramasse leurs vêtements sales pour aller les laver.

ARCHIBALD "ARCHIE" ANDREWS : "Pourquoi tu ne viendrais pas avec nous, James ? Ca pourrait être amusant."

REGGIE MANTLE : "Quoi, j'ai envie d'être entre vrais mecs, pas avec ce monstre !"

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Mais Reggie, James fait partie de l'équipe.... C'est notre porteur d'eau je te rappelle !"

Ainsi, Archie n'invite pas James pour le plaisir de sa compagnie, mais pour qu'il serve les Bulldogs lors de la journée en moto de neige. Le jour de la promenade, James porte sur son dos un gros sac avec toutes les boissons et la nourriture que les Bulldogs lui ont ordonné de prendre.

REGGIE : "Viens avec moi mon chien, on va faire le chemin ensemble."

James croit naïvement qu'il va pouvoir être sur la même moto de neige que Reggie. Arrivés devant la moto de Reggie, Reggie ordonne à James de tendre les bras. Il noue les poignets de James et attache la corde derrière la moto. James prend peur.

REGGIE MANTLE : "Comme promis, on va bien faire le chemin ensemble, mais tu vas devoir courir derrière ma moto ! Et fait attention à pas tomber, je voudrais pas que la nourriture soit écrasée. Après si c'est juste ton visage, ça me dérange pas que tu te blesses. Oh et ça sert à rien de demander, je ralentirai pas si tu tombes, au contraire même."

Les Bulldogs rient de l'humiliation de James, puis démarrent et James doit courir rapidement pour ne pas tomber et être traîné sur le sol. En plus de la châleur de ses vêtements, James est essoufflé par la course et le poids du gros sac contenant les affaires des joueurs. Même s'il reçoit de la neige sur son visage, James parvient à maintenir le rythme de Reggie et ne tombe pas. À peine arrivé, les Bulldogs s'installent sur des rochers et ordonnent à James de leur apporter leur nourriture. James se dépêche de leur apporter, n'obtenant que des crachats sur son visage et des claques comme remerciements pour son service. Archie siffle James comme un chien et lui pointe le sol du bout de son doigt pour lui dire de s'agenouiller à ses pieds. Tel un toutou, James se dépêche de courir vers son maître.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Viens me voir James ! T'es un bon garçon. Bois donc cette boisson. Et tu n'as pas intérêt à recracher, car cette une boisson précieuse qui te fera plaisir 😈"

Archie tend à James un thermos qui ne laisse pas deviner la couleur de la boisson. James, qui meurt de soif, boit et avale d'un coup. Mais le goût est âcre, fort, puant comme.... comme des pieds ! C'est quoi ça ?

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Bravo, tu nous fait plaisir. On espérait que la sueur de nos chaussettes constituerait une boisson énergisante pour toi, Porteur d'eau ! Ça fait une semaine qu'on porte les mêmes chausettes, et on les a fait tremper dans une carafe d'eau. Le thermos que tu viens de boire, c'était la sueur de nos pieds ! T'es vraiment un bouffon 😂 !!"

Les Bulldogs rigolent de l'humiliation de James, qui doit veiller à ne pas montrer qu'il a aimé boire le jus de chaussettes sales des joueurs ! Mais les joueurs ne vont pas s'arrêter là et compte bien s'amuser.

REGGIE MANTLE : "Les mecs, si on faisait un bonhomme de neige, ce serait marrant !"

CHUCK CLAYTON : "Tu nous prend pour qui, Reggie ? On a plus dix ans 😂 !"

REGGIE MANTLE : "Mais ça nous rappellerait des souvenirs ! Et James pourrait nous aider 😏."

Quand James entend son prénom, il sait que cela va mal finir pour lui. Reggie adresse un sourire sournois à ses fidèles Bulldogs, qui encerclent James. Ils se jettent sur lui, lui prennent chacun un bras ou une jambe et le déshabille. Ils sont si amusés à l'idée d'humilier James qui le déshabillent très rapidement, et jettent les vêtements de James dans le lac glacé ! Bientôt, la Sweetwater River, la rivière de Riverdale, emporte les vêtements de James au loin ! Nu, James couvre son penis avec ses mains, et commence à avoir très froid.

REGGIE MANTLE : "Oh tu as froid, Porteur d'eau ? Tiens, on ne voudrait pas que tu nous accuse de ne pas te donner de vêtements pour te couvrir !" Reggie apporte sort de son propre sac un soutien gorge rose et un jupon rose, les tend à James et le force à les mettre.

CHUCK CLAYTON : "Tu ferais mieux de porter ce qu'on te donne, petit garçon blanc efféminé, car sinon tu resteras tout nu !"

Pendant que James s'habille des vêtements roses de fille, il ne voit pas que les Bulldogs ont commencé à faire des boules de neige. À peine a t-il terminé de s'habiller du soutien-gorge rose et de la jupe rose que les Bulldogs enfonce James dans la neige, lui mette un bâton de bois dans chaque main, et formes des boules de neige sur son corps : une sur son ventre et une plus grosse pour couvrir ses jambes. Reggie a même prévu une carotte, qu'il lui enfonce dans la gorge.

REGGIE MANTLE : "T'as qu'à imaginer que tu es en train de sucer ma bite, ça te réjouiras !!"

Les Bulldogs prennent James le bonhomme de neige en photo et en vidéo, et rigolent. Ils se mettent à jeter des boules de neige sur le visage de James, et le froid lui fait mal.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Tu es notre porteur d'eau, notre porteur de serviettes, tu nettoie notre équipement et tu es notre renifleur de pets, et maintenant tu es notre bonhomme de neige humain ! Décidément tu es très "utile" à l'équipe des Bulldogs de Riverdale !"

Les Bulldogs abandonnent James, et remontent sur leurs motos de neige.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Bon, bonne chance pour te sortir de là, Porteur d'eau, et surtout vois ça comme un amusement, tu nous a bien fait rire. Comme t'avais fini de boire ton thermos au jus de chaussettes, j'ai pissé dans ton thermos pendant que tu te transformait en bonhomme de neige. Tu as vu comme je suis gentil ? J'ai pensé que tu aurais sûrement soif lorsque tu arriveras à sortir de là, mais je serai toi je boirais pas tout d'un coup car on t'a amené au plus loin de la forêt. Bon, il faut qu'on y aille, nous on a des trucs plus importants à faire que de traîner avec un pédé ridicule comme toi !"

Ils démarrent leurs motos, et James reçoit de la neige en plein visage. Il est perdu. James est mort de froid, tente de se défaire de la neige dont son corps est recouvert. Même le fait d'imaginer la belle bite de Reggie Mantle à la carotte qu'il a dans sa bouche ne lui permet pas d'aller mieux. Il essaye d'être heureux, de se dire qu'il a été utile aux jocks, qu'il leur a permit de s'amuser, mais si leur jeu consistait à l'humilier. James reste coincé plusieurs heures mais la neige finit par fondre, et James se débat pour sortir de la neige. Lorsqu'il sort enfin, il se précipite sur le thermos et boit ce qui s'y trouve. Mais la souffrance lui a fait oublié ce qu'avait dit Archie : ce qu'il y a dans le thermos, c'est la pisse d'Archie ! Intérieurement, James remercie le beau rouquin de lui avoir fait boire sa pisse. Heureusement, il en reste un peu et James termine la boisson sur son chemin. Après plusieurs heures de marche, James arrive dans le quartier résidentiel de Riverdale. Ses pieds saignent, il est gelé, habillé seulement d'un soutien-gorge rose et une jupe rose. Même s'il n'a aucune réputation à tenir, il prie pour que personne ne le voit. Malheureusement pour lui, plusieurs personnes le photographient depuis leurs fenêtres, et envoient les photos au journal local, "The Register". Alice Cooper, mère de Betty Cooper (la meilleure amie d'Archie) et journaliste, publia un article dans "The Register", le journal de la ville de Riverdale. En couverture, une photo de James portant un soutien-gorge rose et un jupon rose. "Après les Serpents et les Goolies, la ville de Riverdale doit elle faire face à un nouveau fléau : les détraqués sexuels ?" était le titre. Toute le monde lisait le journal, et les parents de James devaient faire leurs courses en ligne de peur de se faire arrêter sur leur chemin pour répondre aux questions sur leur fils. Le pire est venu de la part de Cheryl Blossom, capitaine des River Vixens (les pom-pom girls du lycée de Riverdale). Cheryl Blossom a l'habitude de détruire la vie des autres pour oublier ses propres problèmes, mais elle ne se souci jamais des conséquences sur la vie de ses proies. Ainsi, elle envoya la photo prise de James en soutien-gorge à des magazines américains. On parlait de James jusque dans les universités où il avait postulé, et la réponse de Harvard et Yale arrivèrent. "Nous ne ouvons pas vous accepter dans notre prestigieuse établissement en raison de votre comportement dégradant. Votre place serait plutôt dans un cirque, car vous êtes un clown" est la réponse que James découvrit. James a déjà souffert du regard de ses parents lorsqu'ils l'ont découvert habillé en fille. Ils ne lui ont pas laissé dire que ce sont les joueurs de l'équipe de Riverdale High qui l'ont forcé à s'habiller comme ça. Les parents ont pris leur fils pour un pervers qui aimait être humilié, et réfléchissent à le déshériter. James a plus important à penser : ses maîtres Reggie Mantle et Archie Andrews sont sa priorité, il veut les servir en tout. C'est pourquoi, lorsqu'il apporte un gâteau qu'il a préparé lui-même afin de faire plaisir aux joueurs, James ne s'attendait pas à ce que la réaction d'Archie soit de péter sur le gâteau ! Reggie s'assoit sur le gâteau à la crème et les Bulldogs, en font autant ! Bientôt, le gâteau à la crème a disparu : il se trouve sur les fesses des joueurs de l'équipe ! Des fesses rondes ou plus plates, poilues ou imberbes, sont recouvertes de gâteau.

REGGIE : "Montre nous à quel point tu aimes nos culs, et bouffe le gâteau que tu as fait ! Ah ton nez est devenu marron, je sais pas vraiment si c'est du chocolat car je me souviens ne pas m'être essuyé le cul la dernière fois que j'ai chié aux toilettes !"

James lèche les fesses pleines de gâteau. Soudain, Reggie pète, et des morceaux de gâteaux parviennent jusqu'au visage de James ! Il faut une heure à James pour lécher les fesses et la raie du cul de tout les joueurs. Il est vraiment un lécheur de cul !Mais le tourment de James le porteur d'eau ne va pas s'arrêter là. Au match de rentrée des vacances, les Bulldogs peuvent enfin se servir de leur serviteur comme renifleur de pets. Il l'attache au banc dissimulé sous les gradins. Les joueurs, quand ils peuvent quitter le terrain, en profitent pour se faire lécher le cul et péter au visage de James.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Dépêche toi de lécher mon cul, pédé, je dois bientôt retourner sur le terrain. Mon cul est plein de sueur, c'est à toi de le nettoyer pour que je ne sois pas gêné. Bon, super, mes fesses ont l'air propres. Je te laisse un cadeau : PPRRTTTT".

Archie pète sur le nez de James, qui n'a d'autre choix que de respirer le pet d'Archie, mais aussi ceux de Reggie, de Chuck et de tous les autres qui viennent régulièrement s'asseoir sur le visage de James. La plupart d'entre eux ne lui parlent même pas, ils ne voient pas en James un humain, mais juste un banc sur lequel ils pètent sans le regarder.

REGGIE MANTLE : "J'ai pensé à toi ce midi lorsque j'ai mangé des choux au fromage avec des haricots, pédé. Enfin je ne pense jamais à toi d'habitude, mais là je me suis dit : "La puanteur va vraiment plaire à mon pédé". N'est ce pas que tu aimes mes pets, perdant !"

Personne ne voit les joueurs se faire lécher le cul par James, mais s'ils pouvaient, ils verraient James attaché au banc, la tête étouffée par des culs de formes, de taille, de pilosité et de couleurs différentes. Même s'il est considéré comme un objet humain et qu'il est contraint de respirer des pets puants, James se sent à sa place sous les culs d'hommes supérieurs. Cela devient donc une habitude, James n'est presque plus utilisé comme porteur d'eau, mais juste comme un renifleur de pets, et chacun vient péter au visage du soumis pour éviter que les autres joueurs respirent la puanteur. James se sent donc utile à l'équipe. Les match se suivent et James n'est presque plus utilisé que comme renifleur de pets. Les joueurs viennent péter sur son visage, se font lécher la sueur de leur cul, ou s'asseoir sur le visage de James lorsqu'ils ne sont pas censés jouer. Lorsqu'il est utilisé en renifleur de pets, James n'a presque pas le temps de réfléchir à ce qui lui arrive : les culs se succèdent et la tête de James s'applatit à force d'être écrasée sous le poid des culs. L'odeur des culs est si forte que James a dans le nez une odeur de cul pendant le reste de sa journée. Quand il rentre chez lui après avoir nettoyé les chaussures sales des joueurs, ses parents sont contents de le voir travailler, mais James ne leur dit pas que les devoirs qu'il fait sont en réalité pour Archie et Reggie, ses héros, ses maîtres, ses dieux. Les résultats scolaires d'Archie Andrews et Reggie Mantle s'améliorent grâce au fait que James est devenu leur esclave de devoirs. En revanche, James a chuté au niveau scolaire et personne ne semble s'en préoccuper. Pourtant, le jour de l'examen final est arrivé. C'est le dernier devoir du lycée, celui qui va permettre aux élèves d'entamer des études supérieures, à l'université par exemple. S'il n'avait pas rencontré Archie et Reggie, James n'aurait sûrement pas répondu au message d'Archie sur son téléphone, et serait aller directement à son examen. Pourtant, lorsqu'il reçoit un message d'Archie avec écrit "Rejoint moi là où tu sais", James sait ce qu'il doit faire : obéir comme un chien et rejoindre son maître. James se dirige derrière le stade et voit Archie vêtu simplement d'un short rouge. C'est celui qu'il utilise pour faire la boxe, et Archie sait qu'il peut dire n'importe quoi à James lorsqu'il est dans cette tenue.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Tu ne sais plus quoi dire en me voyant comme ça? Tu es hypnotisé en voyant ce corps musclé, mon attitude de mâle alpha, ma bite épaisse, mon cerveau supérieur. Alors voilà, comme c'est le dernier jour de l'année, je t'autorise à te branler devant moi. Sort ta minuscule bite et branle toi en me disant que je suis sublime."

James n'en croit pas ses oreilles mais en profite : il a devant lui l'un des deux plus hommes qu'il connaisse, et sort sa bite pour se branler. Il dit "Merci Monsieur Andrews", "merci pour cette honneur", "je suis votre inférieur, je ne mérite pas de voir votre beauté", "Monsieur Andrews vous êtes si beau". Finalement, il finit par éjaculer.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "J'espère que tu as bien profité, car c'était la dernière fois que tu admirais mon corps parfait. Allez-y les gars."

Soudain, les Bulldogs sortent de nulle part, encerclent James, l'immobilisent et le déshabillent. James croit revivre la scène qui a eu lieu durant les vacances d'hiver : mais pourquoi les Bulldogs font-ils cela ? Pourquoi maintenant, pourquoi aujourd'hui ? Lorsque James est tout nu, les Bulldogs le transportent et le cognent dès qu'il se débat. Il lui mettent une paire de chaussettes sales dans la bouche pour éviter qu'il ne crie.m, et lui attachent les mains et les pieds pour qu'il cesse de se débattre. Le goût de la sueur de pieds calme James un peu. Finalement, il se retrouve devant le local à poubelles. Reggie Mantle se tient face à une grosse poubelle, et à ses pieds, un drôle de sac : un grand sac en plastique dans lequel se trouvent pleins de chausettes sales et de caleçons sales. Que se passe-t-il ?

REGGIE MANTLE : "Pédé, tu nous a bien servi cette année en tant que porteur d'eau, porteur de serviettes, nettoyeur de chaussures, puis en tant que renifleur de pets et lécheur de cul de l'équipe de Riverdale. Mais aujourd'hui, c'est terminé, et pour finir en beauté, on voulait te donner un dernier cadeau : nos chausettes et nos caleçons sales, qu'on a porté pendant plysieiur jours. Tu imagines, de bonnes odeurs de males rien que pour toi ? Profites en bien, on a mis dans ce sac toutes nos chausettes et caleçons les plus sales, avec des traces de pisse et de merde."

Les Bulldogs forcent James à rentrer dans le sac en plastique qui fait la taille de James. Juste avant que les Bulldogs ne referment le sac, Reggie dit :

REGGIE MANTLE : "on voulait tous te dire un dernier au revoir, pédé" À ce moment là, tous les pédés lâchent un pet dans le visage de James, écrasent leur cul pour le forcer à bien sentir le pet, ou pètent directement dans le sac en plastique. Puis, une fois qu'ils n'ont plus de gaz, Reggie donne l'ordre aux joueurs de fermer le sac. Il y a tellement de chausettes et de caleçons que James ne voit plus où il se trouve, il est comme noyé par les sous-vêtements. L'odeur de pets et de pieds et de cul se répand dans le sac, et chaque respiration de James le fait suffoquer en raison de la puanteur. Les mains et les pieds liés, James ne peut se détacher. Noyé sus les sous-vêtements sales, il ne voit pas que Reggie accroche au sac un papier où il est écrit : "ce sac contient uniquement des sous-vêtements sales. Si vous voulez éviter de respirer la puanteur, n'ouvrez surtout pas, même si le sac se met à bouger."

Les Bulldogs prennent alors le sac plastique dans lequel est enfermé James, et le jette dans la grande poubelle. Puis, ils mettent de lourds sacs poubelles sur le sac dans lequel se trouve James, pour l'étouffer encore plus.

REGGIE : "Tu es enfin à ta place, sale merde! Tu vas rater l'examen final et tu finiras tes jours dans une benne à ordures, car c'est ce que tu es, une saleté répugnante dont il faut qu'on se débarrasse maintenant qu'on a plus besoin de toi. T'es vraiment un gros perdant!"

Pour être vraiment sûrs que James ne pourra pas sortir, les Bulldogs posent des sacs poubelles sur la benne à ordure pour que cela soit difficile de sortir. James n'a aucun moyen de sortir et commence à paniquer. Il entend progressivement les rires des Bulldogs s'éloigner, et commence à paniquer. Il se calme lorsqu'il se rend compte que la panique lui fait manquer d'air, et il faut qu'il économise sa respiration s'il veut survivre. Il est étouffé par le poids des poubelles, souffre de l'odeur des pets et des chausettes puantes, et a mal à cause du fait qu'il est ligoté. Mais au fond, il se dit qu'il est heureux d'avoir permis à des hommes supérieurs de s'amuser. Il en oublierait presque qu'il est en train de manquer l'examen final qui lui aurait permis de se rattraper après avoir passé sa dernière année de lycée à faire les devoirs de deux hommes qui le considère comme une ordure. Il n'y a pas de doute sur comment ils considèrent James, car ils l'ont enfermé dans une benne à ordures ! Plusieurs heures passent, et James passe la nuit à avaler de la sueur de chausettes pour ne pas mourir de faim. Ses parents ne s'inquiètent même pas de ne pas le revoir venir à la maison le soir. La mauvaise réputation de leur fils depuis la fois où il a été photographié nu dans les rues de la ville en plein hiver les a marqué, ils préfèrent ne plus rester avec James. Le lendemain, le concierge du lycée doit vider les ordures, et James panique lorsqu'il comprend que la poubelle est en train de rouler. Va-t-il se faire broyer à la déchetterie ? Heureusement, le concierge sort les poubelles une à une, et les donne aux éboueurs. Soudain lorsqu'il prend le sac dans lequel est enfermé James, il se demande pourquoi ce sac est aussi lourd. Lorsqu'il voit la note accrochée par Reggie, il ne peut résister à la tentation et ouvre le sac. Soudain, James apparaît, crache la chaussette qui était dans sa bouche, et tenté de respirer un vrai air. Cette nuit passé dans une poubelle lui a fait perdre toute notion du temps, il ne sait plus où il est ni qui il est.

JAMES : "Merci Monsieur le concierge, vous m'avez grandement aidé, j'espère ne pas être trop en retard pour passer l'examen final."

LE CONCIERGE DE RIVERDALE HIGH SCHOOL : "ahahaha j'ai jamais vu quelqu'un d'aussi pathétique que toi, Porteur d'eau ! Je te retrouve nu dans un sac plastique rempli de chausettes sales et tu pue le pet, et tu penses à passer ton examen ! Comment tu t'es retrouvé dans une situation pareille ?! Faut croire que je suis pas l'être le plus bas de cette école, toi tu es une vrai ordure, Ahahah ! Il faut vraiment que je te photographie !" Sans même laisser le temps à James de protester, le concierge du lycée prend James en photo, entouré de chausettes sales et le visage aplati.

LE CONCIERGE :"Ça sert à rien de vouloir passer l'examen. Tout le monde a quitté le lycée, il faut croire que tu as passé la nuit dans la benne à ordures comme le déchet que tu es. Bon, maintenant su tu veut pas que je raconte tout ça pour détruire encore plus ta réputation de pervers, tu vas m'obeir. On va pas gâcher toutes ses chausettes puantes. De la sueur de mâle alpha ça se paie très cher de nos jours. Des pédés pathétiques comme toi paient des fortunes pouf respirer des chausettes puantes et des caleçons sales. Mais pas question que j'y touche. C'est toi qui va faire ça, tu vas plier les caleçons et les chausettes dans des pochettes plastiques, tu vas publier des annonces de ventes de sous vêtements sales et tu fixes les prix. Évidemment, tous les bénéfices me reviennent si tu veut pas que je dises que tu as été enfermé dans un sac de chausettes dans la poubelle du lycée."

C'est ainsi que James a fini l'année scolaire : pendant que tous ses camarades étaient au bal de promo, il était sous les ordres du vieux gros concierge à plier des chausettes et des caleçons sales, les sous vêtements dont il avait dû respirer l'odeur quand il était dans la benne à ordures. Quand il a fini de plier les sous vêtements et les ranger dans des pochettes plastiques pour en conserver l'odeur, James est contraint de masser les pieds puants du vieux gardien. Quand ils apprennent que leur fils n'a pas eu son diplôme car il a été absent à l'examen de fin d'année, ses parents le force à quitter la maison, et eux-mêmes quittent Riverdale. Sans aucun argent ni aucun lieu où aller, sans diplôme pour rentrer dans une école et sans moyen de repasser son diplôme, sans aucune qualification financière, James est contraint d'aller lécher les pieds du vieux nettoyer du lycée de Riverdale. Celui-ci réussit à convaincre le proviseur Mr Weatherbee d'accepter James comme l'assistant du concierge. Le métier de James consiste à nettoyer les salles de classe et les toilettes, sous les ordres du vieux concierge si l'humilie publiquement pour faire rire les élèves qui n'ont aucun respect pour James. Reggie Mantle reprend la concession de voitures de son père et continue de se servir de James comme renifleur de pets, lui fait mendier de l'argent en léchant son cul et l'emploie comme serviteur pour impressioner ses rendez vous galants.

Cinq années passent ainsi. Archie Andrews, après cinq années d'absence en étant militaire, est enfin de retour à Riverdale. Lorsqu'il découvre ce que Hiram Lodge - maire de la ville, directeur de la prison de Riverdale qu'il a fait construire en tant qu'homme le plus riche de la ville, mais aussi père de Veronica Lodge (l'ancienne petite amie d'Archie) - a fait à la ville de son enfance, Archie rappelle ses anciens amis pour sauver le lycée. Il découvre alors que James est resté le serviteur du lycée. Il le fait venir à l'endroit où il se voyait d'habitude, en étant torse nu pour montrer ses muscles.

ARCHIE ANDREWS : "Tu sais qu'il y a un monde en dehors de Riverdale. Moi je me suis battu pour mon pays, et je compte me battre pour mon lycée, pour mon quartier. Toi tu n'as jamais rien connu, tu as dû lécher les pieds d'un vieux agent d'entretien pour devenir l'esclave de ton propre lycée où plusieurs générations de mâles alpha comme moi te pètent au visage pour rigoler. Toi tu as dû remercier tes anciens harceleurs, tu continue de lécher le cul de Reggie pour qu'il t'accorde ses restes de nourritures. Mais je sais que comme de nombreux soumis tu es prêt à tout sacrifier pour moi. Je vais t'accorder ce que tu désires le plus au monde : être mon esclave. Je vais devenir le coach de l'équipe des Bulldogs, je vais réformer l'équipe, et je vais leur apprendre comment on se servait de toi, quand tu était le renifleur de pets et le lécheur de cul des jocks. Chacun de nous sera à sa place : moi qui donne des ordres et toi qui renifle des pets. Tu resteras toujours un pédé pathétique, un être inférieur qu'il faut humilier. Et c'est bien ce que je compte faire".

Effectivement, il en fut ainsi. James est redevenu le renifleur de pets officiel des Bulldogs, et Archie Andrews racontait aux joueurs de chaque génération des anecdotes sur James du temps où ils étaient ensemble au lycée. Chaque année, James vit des humilations toujours plus innovantes de la part des Bulldogs de Riverdale. Archie se servait de lui comme d'une chaise humaine lorsqu'il devait être dans son bureau. Il s'asseyait sur le nez de James qui devait respirer l'odeur des pets de son propriétaire. Et évidemment, cela n'empêchait pas James de devoir faire le ménage dans tous le lycée et aussi chez Reggie, son autre maître. Il avait enfin la vie qui lui convenait : un esclave soumis à ses maîtres, ses anciens harceleurs, ses supérieurs, ceux dont il reniflait les pets. FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

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"RIVERDALE" is an American television series produced by the CW channel and also broadcast on the Netflix platform, since 2017. It currently consists of 95 episodes spread over 5 seasons. Inspired by the "Archie Comics" in vogue since the 1940s, "RIVERDALE" tells the story of a fictional American town in which events such as murders take place, investigated by a group of teenage friends. The group is made up mainly of Archibald "Archie" Andrews (a red-haired jock who loves music🎸), Forsythe Pendleton "Jughead" Jones III (who loves literature 📚and burgers 🍔), Elizabeth "Betty" Cooper (who loves music). journalism), and Veronica "Ronnie" Lodge (a very rich girl who loves clothes). They are joined by characters like Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Josie McCoy, Reginald "Reggie" Mantle, Antoinette "Tonie" Topaz ... The series is really entertaining, because it has a very catchy rhythm, because we want to know the identity of the killer in each season, and his motivations that we learn in each last episode of the season. The series is more aimed at viewers between 15 and 35 years old, but anyone can like this series, especially since it is not just teenagers. Besides, even if you don't like intrigue, you can fantasize about the performers' bodies, because there are a lot of erotic scenes, not necessarily sexual but where the body is naked in any case. Both men and women are always to their advantage, and sometimes it's weird to fantasize about the bodies of miners. Fortunately, the actors playing the teenagers are all much older than their characters, which explains their advantageous physique (the guys are all muscular and the girls have perfect breasts). If you like series where everything is not consistent but it becomes funny, you should watch "RIVERDALE". We come to forgive useless plots because the clichés are assumed. The show is still pretty dark, but there are some good moments, and it's a good show overall.

So I decided to write a story on "RIVERDALE", due to the imminent arrival of season 6 (last of the series), but especially at the request of my dear friend @lovejocksfarts-ass. We both fantasize about the beauty of the guys from "RIVERDALE", especially Archie Andrews, played by the very handsome KJ Apa. As my friend @lovejocksfarts-ass says : "Omg KJ Apa is so hot! Wish he could fart on my face! Also Charles Melton is extremely sexy!!! Big ass probably has juicy farts like KJ. He is just gorgeous too." If I share less the enthusiasm of my friend on the beauty of Charles Melton (interpreter of Reggie Mantle, friend and rival of Archie), it is because I have little esteem for his character. On the other hand, I admit that I also dream of being at their service, failing to be able to be loved by them given that the actors and their characters are straight (although they had gay kisses in the series). Using our common fantasy and with his suggestions, I wrote a story that aims to bring @lovejocksfarts-ass to life his fantasy of being humiliated and farted on by handsome jocks (muscular high school sportsmen). This story is fictional, has only sexual arousal as its goal. If you too would like me to write about a series or a film that you like, let me know in comments or by message. I wish you a reading my friends, I hope you will like it!

(The captions/illustrations in the story aren't mine, but the story is my invention).

PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY : "RIVERDALE HIGH SCHOOL'S FAGGOT"

According to him, James Tinydick fulfilled an important role on the Riverdale High School soccer team, the Bulldogs : he is the water boy and towel carrier for the soccer players! Too small and not strong enough to fit into the soccer team, he begged the coach to give him a job, "anything" he said. That's how James ended up as a waterboy and towel carrier. His role is to stand at the edge of the field carrying a tray with plastic cups filled with water. On his arms are towels, which players take to wipe their sweaty arms or foreheads before resting the towels on James' arms as if he were human furniture. The players pays no particular attention to James: when they are thirsty, they run to the tray that James is carrying and take glasses of water there before throwing the empty glasses on the ground (because they know that James will pick them up for them) or over James' head (because they know he's too weak to want to stop them). Despite the humiliations, James is proud to be able to say that he is a member of his hometown soccer team. The same cannot be said of his family members, whom James begs to come see the games, but who refuse because it reminds them of his role in it. Indeed, James Tinydick is called by everyone by the nickname given to him by the players of the football team: "Water carrier" or "Towel boy". He is deprived of his identity to be qualified only by the function he fulfills with men who are superior to him in strength and beauty.

Despite this, James feels privileged: yes, players ignore him most of the time and laugh at him when they remember his existence. But at the same time, James has the chance to be in contact with sublime players, who show off their muscular bodies without embarrassment in the locker room. The locker room is like a temple for James: he feels like he is a priest organizing prayers for his gods, the players of Riverdale High School, and the smell of sweaty ass, feet and armpits is like a holy smell. When it comes to dirty equipment and shoes full of dirt that James sometimes has to clean until late so that they are ready for the next day, James sees them as sacred offerings: apart from the girlfriends of the players, he is the only one who can touch up close the uniforms!

James Tinydick is completely obsessed with the charisma and beauty of two players in particular: Archibald "Archie" Andrews and Reginald "Reggie" Mantle! These two very different boys have been both friends and competitors for quite some time. James saw them grow up from afar, and was never a friend of theirs, but he wanted so badly. Archibald "Archie" Andrews is a red-haired boy with a passion for music, who attracts the attention of girls and some boys in spite of himself. His father Fred, the boss of a building construction company, made him work on construction sites, which had the effect of making him more muscular. But besides being handsome without realizing it, Archie is funny, always there for his loved ones, and is courageous. James admires her from afar. Reginald "Reggie" Mantle is very different: this handsome black haired Asian, a little taller than Archie but not necessarily more muscular, never hesitates to be noticed by his behavior. Either he makes jokes to teachers, or to his classmates, but is often cowardly and clumsy. Despite this, the cocky jock remains appreciated because he is one of the best players on the team. James has less admiration for Reggie, more awe: Reggie's beauty and confidence intimidates him, and Reggie is often the one to humiliate James first. Even though Archie tries a bit to defend the waterboy, James is turned on by these two handsome boys.

After intense training, the players return to the locker rooms. As there is not enough room for all players to take a shower at the same time, some go first while others wait in the locker room. This is why there is a strong smell of sweat: those who are not yet washed have time to let their smell spread. James is thrilled to see all those male bodies, even the less muscular ones, wandering around between the showers. Those who go to shower must give their jockstrap to James to wash them. Most guys don't even look at James when they put their dirty underwear in the laundry basket he's holding. And they never say thank you to him. That day, like other days, James found himself with a large pile of dirty jockstraps and socks and he could breathe the stench of sweat from high school Bulldogs. As players with their shower towels around their waists walked over to the shower after throwing their underwear into the basket, one of them walked in and said, "Shit, there's no more room. Okay. I see only one place to put my underpants to be sure that he doesn't get lost.". Right after he said that, he put his dirty underpants on James's face, and his nose was level with the smell of the handsome blond's penis. James inhaled the good musky smell of the player's cock, but pretended not to like it by saying "oh that's disgusting! Oh no, why is this happening to me". He thought that saying this the other players would take pity on him, but everyone saw James as a submissive queer who only dreamed of sucking their cocks. Suddenly, the coach arrived without James seeing him coming.

BULLDOGS'S COACH: "Damn James I suspected you to sniff my players' dirty underpants when you have to wash them, but you don't have to put the jockstrap on your face when they are not gone yet !"

JAMES TINYDICK: "No Coach that's not what you think! A player has ..."

COACH: "Don't blame one of your teammates! I remind you that you are part of the team! Even if your role is to carry the water bottles and the towels, and to wash the dirty socks! By the way, speaking of socks, you will help the players to take off their socks, I think they stick to their feet because of the sweat. Come on, hurry up !"

James sniffs the smell of the dirty jockstrap one last time, pulls it off, puts the basket of dirty laundry down and heads for the locker room. Archie, Reggie and everyone else are quietly discussing the game. James kneels down to each of the players asking them to give him their socks to wash them. Most Bulldogs throw their socks over his face. When James comes to Reggie's turn, he ignores him.

JAMES: "Mr. Mantle, can I have your socks please?"

REGINALD "REGGIE" MANTLE: "What? Your face already disgusts me, but your voice also annoys me! Don't touch me, faggot, get out !"

ARCHIBALD "ARCHIE" ANDREWS: "Reggie, calm down, this little boy just wanted to get your socks back to go wash them. Instead of pissing you off, just be glad we have a sock cleaner, if he feels in its place it is the main thing."

REGGIE MANTLE: "What, are you defending that little faggot, Andrews? Waterboy sucked your cock and you're going to date him? You protect him because you love him, huh, admits it Andrews! "

ARCHIE: "Take back what you just said immediatly, Reggie!"

CHUCK CLAYTON (a handsome muscular black player): "Guys, calm down! Reggie, can't you just be happy to have a little white boy at your feet just begging to help you? Can't you see that it is his role to serve real guys like us? You don't have to let him touch your feet if it turns you off, you just have to give them straight to him !"

REGGIE MANTLE: "Yeah, you're right Chuck, that's what I'm going to do. I don't want to give this shit the pleasure of touching my sweaty feet!"

Right after saying that, Reggie Mantle pulls off her sweaty socks and shoves them into James' mouth. All the players laugh at James' humiliation.

REGGIE MANTLE: "There you are! For me you are no more valuable than a washing machine, so that's what you are going to be: a human washing machine! I want to find those socks clean! Understood, white fag !"

James nods.

CHUCK CLAYTON: "I don't think Reggie heard, repeat what you just said, Waterboy!" JAMES: "Hmmmmhmmmm hmmmmm"

Players laugh that James can't speak with dirty stinky socks in his mouth. The coach arrives at this point. The Bulldogs think he's going to scold them, but he laughs with them at James' humiliation.

COACH: "Well done my Bulldogs, I see that you are making Water Carrier into the team! It's good to share fun times together, it strengthens your bonds of fraternity ! Now leave Water Carrier alone, he must clean the toilet again, you left a lot of crap!"

The Bulldogs laugh again, before forgetting about James. For them, he is nothing but a servant, and a servant must be forgotten.

One day, Archie walks up the halls to James, who is looking for a notebook in his locker. James is impressed to see Archie and tries not to show his desire.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Hey Waterboy .. I mean James .. Do you remember the homework the math teacher asked to do for tomorrow? Okay, I still haven't done it, and I don't have it. time to do it, I'm going to see Veronica tonight. Do you mind doing this for me? I don't want to bother you, fag.. Hum, James.."

JAMES: "Oh I must be able to find a place in my schedule ... No just kidding Sir, of course I will do your duty, that will be the first thing I do when I get home. Besides if there is anything else I can do to you Sir...."

ARCHIE ANDREWS:" Yeah actually you could do me a favor. I didn't write the lessons all week, I didn't understand anything. I would be happy if you wrote my lessons in my notebooks. I want it to be done for tomorrow okay? I mean, that would be great."

James didn't even have time to say anything as Archie took his notebooks out of his bag and put them in James's arms. Then Archie Andrews walked away as if nothing had happened. James came home with a heavier bag than usual, but he was excited to know he had Archie Andrews notebooks in his bag! He could tell himself that a part of a handsome boy had come to his house. When he got home, he breathed in the scent of Archie's notebooks in the hopes of smelling the hands of the handsome redhead. He spent the rest of his evening copying out all of Archie Andrews's lessons and preparing for his math homework. He concentrated on writing neatly and underlining important words in order to do a proper job. He fell asleep happy to have worked for a handsome straight athlete. The next day he walked over to Archie who was chatting with Reggie Mantle near their lockers.

JAMES: "Hello Mr. Andrews, Mr. Mantle. Mr. Andrews, I have your notebooks with the written lessons, as well as your math homework."

ARCHIE: "You have nice handwriting. It's not bad. The math essay looks good. I hope I get at least a B. Thanks fagg.. Sorry,... Waterboy."

REGGIE: "What? You asked that lousy boy to do your homework and you didn't tell me? It's normal that he applies himself to writing your lessons, you are his superior. Listen to me Waterboy, you are also going to do my homework, and you better have an A. You know what, faggot, I tell myself that after all you're pretty good at school, so in a strange way, I'm doing you a favor by making you work. In fact, you should thank us for letting you do our homework. Kneel down to thank us, loser fag."

James kneels at Archie and Reggie's feet and feels tiny so impressed by their build and muscle. He feels weak, but he is happy.

JAMES:" Thank you Mr. Mantle, Thank you Mr. Andrews, to grant me the immense privilege of doing your homework for you."

REGGIE: "And let's agree, loser, you're not doing it for us because we're not smart enough to do them, you do them because you are ordered to do so."

Then, the two jocks leave James : the water boy serves the two most beautiful players of the team, he is going to do their homework !Every evening, James comes home and spends his evenings doing Archie and Reggie's homework, and writing their lessons in his best handwriting in their notebooks. Reggie and Archie, who did not perform very well in school, are praised by the teachers and their parents for their improvements. The fact that they were good looking and good sportsmen made it easier. Meanwhile, James, who was a very good student, spends so much time writing homework for his two beautiful gods that he forgets to do his own, and is scolded by his parents and teachers for his results which become disappointing. The worst part is that Archie and Reggie are publicly laughing at James, and the other Bulldogs are laughing too. James even laughs at his own humiliation, which makes Archie and the Bulldogs laugh even more! James really feels like a part of the team and doesn't care that his results are dropping - he just wants to serve Archie and Reggie! This is why he agrees to wait for them at their classes to carry their things to the next class, so that they do not have to do it, that they have their hands free to hold the hands of their girlfriends by example. In the canteen, the Bulldogs hiss at James like he's their dog to get them something, and when they're done eating, he clears their trays! Even the ladies in the canteen have no respect for James, whom everyone calls Waterboy as if that was his first name. James seems to accept his position as a fag. One day, James receives a message from Archie. "Behind the stadium. Now.". James realizes that Archie is waiting for him near the location of the soccer games. He hurries to join the one he secretly considers his master. Archie is sitting by a tree, and no one is around. He wears his jacket in the colors of Riverdale, blue and yellow. He is so beautiful. James approaches timidly. Archie sees it.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Don't be afraid of me. You know me. Come on. Sit with me, fag. I want to see if your cock is small. You know small ducks can be cute too, my boy."

He pulls James's pants down. James is ashamed but Archie reassures him.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Oh your little penis is so cute. It must fit well in your baby hand. I too will show you what I have. Be careful and prepare yourself for a shock, loser"

Archie lowers his jeans in a very manly way. and reveals a nice thick and soft tail. James begins to drool over this tail.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Come on, I want you to jerk me off. Caress me. When you make me cum, I'll let you eat my cum. Come on boy, come please me my good obedient fag boy"

James grabs Archie's cock and whispers to him that his cock is gorgeous. On Archie's orders, James moves faster and faster. He ends up making Archie ejaculate, who gives him permission to lick his cum off his fingers. Archie also scratches his ass before having James sniff and suck his stinky fingers.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "I know after tasting my ass and my cum, you must be really happy, my little faggot. Now I have to go do some real man stuff, something you could not understand because you are a pathetic loser"

Then Archie gets up, he knows that it will all stay between him and James. And James, even if he has to keep what just happened a secret, is extremely happy. The game between the Bulldogs and the Stonewall Prep High School team finally takes place. The Bulldogs have long been waiting for the opportunity to defeat these pretentious bourgeois sons. After a tough game, the Bulldogs lose! Furious, they return to the locker room, slamming the doors and screaming! James has never felt so intimidated to be in their presence than he did now: they are all very pissed off.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Fuck, guys I can't believe we got lost to those assholes rich kids from Stonewall Prep! When I think our mate Jughead Jones has to hang out with these assholes, fuck! I need to relief, I have..."

PRRPPTTTP PPPRRTTTT PRRTTT PRRTTT

Archie lets out a long fart right in front of James' face who was on kneeling behind him to pick up dirty towels that fell behind Archie. All the Bulldogs are laughing because Archie didn't even realize he farted on James' face!

CHUCK CLAYTON: "Wow Archie it was a good big fart that you released us there!"

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Yeah sorry guys, it's because of the fact that I ate a Chili con carne, I should have avoided"

Archie doesn't even apologize to James for giving him a fart in the middle face. He doesn't care, he knows deep down that it's James' role. James describes feeling humiliated, but takes a deep breath in the scent of Archie Andrews' fart in the hopes that no one notices.

REGGIE MANTLE: "Hey guys, do you smell? Normally when Archie farts, or when any of us real men farts, it stinks, we okay? But smell! The stinky fart odour is gone, like someone took an air filter to get the scent out so we don't smell it"

CHUCK CLAYTON:" Well if someone have filtered the smell of Archie's farts, it can only that white little faggot Waterboy ! Guys, I think we found our fart sniffer! Come on, we have to farts on this faggot face !"

The handsome black athlete rushes over to James, who does not dare to get up. Chuck Clayton presses his bubble butt to James's face and the submissive has nowhere to go! Chuck lets out long, stinky farts, and when he gets up another player sits on James' face! Every Bulldogs teammates farts on James's face until it is Reggie's turn.

REGINALD "REGGIE" MANTLE: "So it's finally my turn to make you sniff my farts. I know you must have secretly dreamed of licking my ass because a queer like you is disgusting. And I also know that I shouldn't grant you that privilege. But I don't think we will really know if you're an effective farts sniffer if you don't breathe my farts from their source : my ass! Sniff my ass, fag loser!"

To everyone's amazement, Reggie pulls down his pants, takes James's face in his hands and pushes it deep into his ass. James's dream of being in Reggie's ass comes true!

PPPRTTTTTRRRRTTTTPPPPPTTT !!!!!!

Reggie lets out a huge, smelly fart that directly hits James's nose, who hastens to take a deep breath in the smelly fart. The Bulldogs wait, breathe a little, and understand that there is no stench: James has passed the test!

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "As Bulldogs captain, I name our towel boy, Waterboy here - by his real name James Tinydick - Riverdale Bulldogs Fart Sniffer!"

The Bulldogs applaud their captain and no one asks for James' advice on his nomination.

CHUCK CLAYTON: "I know what I'm about to say is gross but when Archie said Waterboy was the Bulldogs' farts sniffer, I imagined him on all fours on the floor sniffing real dog's farts ! That would be so funny!"

Even though the sight is repulsive, the Bulldogs laugh at Chuck's comment.

REGGIE MANTLE: "I get you Reggie, I'm sure coming from that loser he wouldn't even know what's disgusting. If ordered, I'm sure he'll be sniffing asses of dogs just to please us and that we can have a good time laughing about this fagtard !"

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Yeah and why not feed him their poo while we're at it! Let's be serious guys, we discovered that we had a personal fart sniffer for a long time and we didn't knew it! A fart sniffer! That's something even the rich kids at Stonewall Prep don't have, something that my friend Jughead Jones could never have imagined !"

Archie winks quickly at James, who thanks by saying "thank you" silently. Players don't see this exchange between James and Archie, too busy changing and talking about their eagerness to try out the team's official fart sniffer in the next game. Unfortunately, winter prevented matches from taking place, and Christmas vacation week arrived. Unusually, Riverdale was covered in snow, and the Bulldogs got into snowmobiling in the forest outside of town. The last day before the holidays, the Bulldogs talk about this project while James picks up their dirty clothes to go wash them.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Why don't you come with us, James? It could be fun."

REGGIE MANTLE: "What, I want to be between real men, not with this monster!"

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "But Reggie, James is part of the team .... He's our water carrier, I remind you, so who will have to carry our drinks and our food if it's not him?!"

Thus, Archie does not invite James for the sake of his company, but to serve the Bulldogs during the day on the snowbike. On the day of the walk, James carries a large bag on his back with all the drinks and food the Bulldogs have ordered him to take.

REGGIE: "Come with me puppy, we will make the journey together."

James naively believes that he is going to be able to be on the same snowmobile as Reggie. Arrived in front of Reggie's motorbike, Reggie orders James to reach out. He knots James's wrists and ties the rope behind the motorcycle. James gets scared.

REGGIE MANTLE: "As promised, we're going to make the journey together, but you're going to have to run behind my bike! And be careful not to fall, I don't want the food to be crushed. But if it's just your face, I don't mind you hurting yourself. Oh and there's no point in asking, I won't slow down if you fall, loser"

The Bulldogs laugh at James' humiliation, then drive off and James has to run quickly so he doesn't fall and get dragged across the ground. In addition to the warmth of his clothes, James is breathless with the run and the weight of the large bag containing the players' belongings. Even though he gets snow on his face, James manages to keep Reggie's pace and doesn't fall. As soon as they arrive, the Bulldogs settle on some rocks and order James to bring them their food. James hurries to bring them, only getting spit on his face and slaps as thanks for his service. Archie hisses James like a dog and points his finger at the ground to tell him to kneel at his feet. Like a doggie, James hurries to run towards his master.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Come here, James ! You're a good boy. So drink this. And you better not spit it out, because this a precious drink that will make you happy and strong"

Archie hands James a thermos where James can't guess the color of the drink. James, who is dying of thirst, drinks and swallows all at once. But the taste is acrid, strong, smelly like ... like feet ! What is this?!

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "Well done, you're making us happy. We were hoping the sweat from our socks would be an energy drink for you, Waterboy ! We've been wearing the same socks for a week, and we soaked them in a jug of water. The thermos you just drank, it was the sweat of our feet! You really are an imbecile !! But I'm glad you liked our sweat !"

The Bulldogs laugh at James's humiliation, who has to be careful not to show that he enjoyed drinking the juice from the players's dirty socks! But the players are not going to stop there and are planning to have fun.

REGGIE MANTLE: "Guys, if we made a snowman, that would be fun!"

CHUCK CLAYTON: "Who do you think we are, Reggie? We're over ten years old!"

REGGIE MANTLE: "But that would bring back memories! And James could help us"

When James hears his name, he knows it's going to end badly for him. Reggie gives a devious smile to his loyal Bulldogs, who circle James. They throw themselves on him, each take an arm or a leg and undress him. They are so amused at the thought of humiliating James that they undress him very quickly, and throw James's clothes into the frozen lake! Soon the Sweetwater River, the river of Riverdale, carries James' clothes away! Naked, James covers his penis with his hands, and begins to feel very cold.

REGGIE MANTLE: "Oh are you cold, Waterboy ? We wouldn't want you to accuse us of not giving you clothes to cover you!"

Reggie brings out of his own bag a pink bra and a pink petticoat, hands them to James and forces him to put them on.

CHUCK CLAYTON: "You better wear what you're given, sissy white boy, or else you'll be naked, and we don't want to see your dick!"

As James dresses in pink girlish clothes, he doesn't see that the Bulldogs have started to snowball. No sooner has he finished dressing in the pink bra and pink skirt when the Bulldogs ram James into the snow, put a wooden stick in each hand and form snowballs on his body: a on her stomach and a bigger one to cover her legs. Reggie even planned a carrot, which he shoves down her throat.

REGGIE MANTLE: "Just imagine that you suck my cock, it will make you happy !!"

The Bulldogs take pictures and videos of Snowman James and laugh. They start to throw snowballs in James's face, and the cold hurts. The Bulldogs abandon James, and get back on their bikes.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "You are our water carrier, our towel bar, you clean our gear and you are our fart sniffer, and now you are our human snowman! Damn, you are very 'useful' for the Bulldogs's team ! Well, good luck getting out of this, and above all see it as fun, you made us laugh. As you had finished drinking your thermos with sock juice, I pissed in your thermos while you were turning into a snowman I thought you would surely be thirsty coming out of there, but I will be you I won't drink all of a sudden because we took him further out of the forest. Come on, we have to go, we have more important things to do than hang out with a pathetic faggot like you, loser!"

After that, the Bulldogs leaves the forest on their snowboarder, and leaves James. He is frozen to death, trying to get rid of the snow covering his body. Even imagining Reggie Mantle's beautiful cock as the carrot he have in his mouth doesn't make him feel any better. He tries to be happy, to tell himself that he was useful to the jocks, that he allowed them to have fun, but if their game consisted in humiliating him. James gets stuck for several hours but the snow eventually melts, and James struggles to get out of the snow. When he finally leaves, he rushes to the thermos and drinks what is there. But the pain made him forget what Archie had said: what's in the thermos is Archie's piss! Inside, James thanks the handsome redhead for making him drink his piss. Fortunately, there is a little left over and James finishes the drink on his way. After several hours of walking, James arrives in the residential area of ​​Riverdale. His feet are bleeding, he's frozen, dressed only in a pink bra and a pink skirt. Even though he has no reputation to uphold, he prays that no one sees him. Unfortunately for him, several people photograph him from their windows, and send the photos to the local newspaper. Alice Cooper, mother of Betty Cooper (Archie's best friend) and journalist, published an article in "The Register", the town of Riverdale newspaper. On the cover, a photo of James wearing a pink bra and pink petticoat. "After the Serpents and the Goolies, does the town of Riverdale face a new plague: the sex junkies?" was the title. Everyone read the newspaper, and James's parents had to shop online for fear of being stopped in their way to answer questions about their son.

The worst came from Cheryl Blossom, captain of the River Vixens (the cheerleaders of Riverdale high school). Cheryl Blossom has a habit of destroying the lives of others to forget about her own problems, but she never cares about the consequences on the lives of her prey. So, she sent the photo taken of James in his sissy outfit to American magazines. There was talk of James even in the universities he had applied to, and the response from Harvard and Yale came. "We are not open to accept you in our prestigious establishment because of your degrading behavior. Your place would rather be in a circus, because you are a clown" is the answer that James discovered. James has already suffered from his parents' gaze when they found him dressed as a sissy. They didn't let him reveals it was the players on the Riverdale High squad who forced him to dress like this. The parents took their son for a pervert who liked to be humiliated, and are considering disinheriting him. James has more to think about: his masters Reggie Mantle and Archie Andrews are his priority, he wants to serve them in everything. That's why, when he brings a cake he made himself to please the players, James didn't expect Archie's reaction to be to fart on the cake! Reggie sits on the cream cake and so do the Bulldogs! Soon the custard cake is gone: it sits on the butt of the team players! Round or flatter, hairy or hairless buttocks are covered with cake.

REGINALD "REGGIE" MANTLE : "Show us how much you love our asses, and eat the cake you made! Oh your nose is brown, I don't know if it's really because of the chocolate, because I forgot to clean my ass after I take a shit for the last time. Well, now you are a true "Brownnoser" !"

James licks his buttocks full of cake. Suddenly Reggie farts, and pieces of cake reach James's face! It takes an hour for James to lick the buttocks and the ass parting of all the players. He really is an ass licker! But the torment of James the Water Carrier is not going to end there. At the back-to-school game, the Bulldogs can finally use their minion as a fart sniffer. He attaches it to the bench hidden under the bleachers. The players, when they can leave the field, take the opportunity to have their ass licked and farted in the face of James.

ARCHIBALD "ARCHIE" ANDREWS: "Hurry up and lick my ass, fagot, I have to get back to the field soon. My ass is sweaty, it's up to you to clean it up so I'm not embarrassed. Okay, great, my butt. look clean. I'll leave you a gift: PPRRTTTT PPPRRTTTT PRRTTT!!!!".

Archie farts on James, who has no choice but to breathe Archie's fart, but also those of Reggie, Chuck and all the others who regularly come to sit on James's face. Most of them don't even talk to him, they don't see James as a human, just a bench they fart on.

REGGIE MANTLE: "I thought of you this afternoon when I ate cheese puffs with beans, queer. Well, I never usually think about you, but then I said to myself : "The stench is really going please my fagot."Don't you like my farts, loser!"

No one sees the players getting their ass licked by James, but if they could, they would see James strapped to the bench, his head choked on asses of different shapes, sizes, hair, and colors. Even though he's seen as a human object and forced to breathe stinky farts, James feels out of place under the asses of superior men. So it becomes a habit, James is hardly used as a water carrier anymore, but just as a farts sniffer, and everyone comes to fart in the submissive face to prevent the other players from breathing in the stench. James therefore feels useful to the team. The matches are all the same, and James is hardly used more than as a farts sniffer. Players come and fart in his face, get their asses licked, or sit on James' face when they're not supposed to play. When used as a farts sniffer, James hardly has time to think about what is happening to him: the asses follow one another and James's head flattens from being crushed under the weight of the asses. The smell of ass is so strong that James smells like ass for the rest of his day. When he returns home after cleaning the players' dirty shoes, his parents are happy to see him work, but James doesn't tell them that the homeworks he does are actually for Archie and Reggie, his heroes, his masters, his gods. Archie Andrews and Reggie Mantle's academic performance improves as James has become their homework slave. In contrast, James has dropped off at school level and no one seems to care about it. Yet the day of the final exam has arrived. This is the last duty of the school, the one that will allow students to start higher studies, at university for example. If he hadn't met Archie and Reggie, James surely wouldn't have answered Archie's message on his phone, and would have gone straight to his exam. However, when he receives a message from Archie that says "Join me where you know", James knows what to do: obey like a dog and join his master. James walks behind the stadium and sees Archie wearing just red shorts. It's the one he uses to box, and Archie knows he can say anything to James when he's in this outfit.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "You know what to say when you see me like that? You're mesmerized by seeing this muscular body, my alpha male attitude, my thick cock, my upper and masculine brain. So there you go, as it's the last day of year round, I allow you to jerk off in front of me. Get out your tiny cock and jerk off, telling me I'm gorgeous."

James does not believe his ears but takes advantage: he has in front of him one of the two most men he knows, and takes out his cock to jerk off. He says "Thank you Mister Andrews", "Thank you for this honor", "I am your inferior, I do not deserve to see your beauty", "Mister Andrews you are so beautiful". Finally, he ends up ejaculating.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "I hope you enjoyed it, because this was the last time you admired my perfect body. Go for it guys."

Suddenly the Bulldogs come out of nowhere, surround James, immobilize him and undress him. James thinks he's reliving the scene that took place during the winter break: but why are the Bulldogs doing this? Why now, why today? When James is completely naked, the Bulldogs carry him around and bang him as soon as he struggles. He put a pair of dirty socks in his mouth to keep him from screaming, and tie his hands and feet to stop struggling. The taste of sweaty feet calmed James down a bit. Finally, he finds himself in front of the garbage room. Reggie Mantle stands in front of a big trash can, and at his feet, a funny bag: a big plastic bag in which are full of dirty socks and dirty underwear. What's going on ?

REGGIE MANTLE: "Faggot loser, you've served us well this year as a water carrier, towel carrier, shoe cleaner, then as a fart sniffer and ass licker for the Riverdale team. But today, it's over, and to finish off on a high note, we wanted to give you one last gift: our dirty socks and boxer shorts, which we wore for many days. Can you imagine good male body odors just for you? Enjoy it, we put all our dirtiest socks and boxer shorts in this bag, with piss and shit stains."

The Bulldogs force James into the plastic bag that is James' size. Right before the Bulldogs closed the bag, Reggie says:

REGGIE MANTLE: "we all wanted to say a last goodbye to you, faggot piece of shit !"

At that moment, all the Bulldogs let a fart in James's face, crush their asses to force him to feel the fart, or fart straight into the plastic bag. Then, once they're out of gas, Reggie orders the players to close the bag. There are so many socks and boxer shorts that James can't see where he is, he's drowned in the underwear. The smell of farts and feet and ass pervades the bag, and each breath James suffocates from the stench. With his hands and feet tied, James cannot pull away. Drowning in the dirty underwear, he does not see that Reggie is hanging a piece of paper on the bag that says: "This bag contains only dirty underwear. If you want to avoid inhaling the stench, do not open it. even if the bag starts to move." The Bulldogs then take the plastic bag that James is locked in, and throw it in the large trash can. Then, they put heavy trash bags over the bag that James is in, to suffocate him even more.

REGINALD "REGGIE" MANTLE : "You're finally in your place, piece of shit! You're going to miss the final exam and you will end your days in a dumpster, because that's what you are, disgusting filth that we have to take care of. get rid of you now that we don't need you anymore. You really are a big loser!"

To make sure James can't get out, the Bulldogs put trash bags on the dumpster to make it hard to get out. James has no way out and begins to panic. He gradually hears the Bulldogs laughing away, and begins to panic. He calms down when he realizes that panic is causing him to run out of air, and he must save his breathing if he wants to survive. He is suffocated by the weight of garbage cans, suffers from the smell of farts and stinky socks, and in pain from being tied up. But deep down, he thinks he's happy to have allowed superior men to have fun. He would almost forget that he is missing the final exam that would have allowed him to make up for it after spending his last year of high school doing homework for two men who consider him junk. There is no doubt how they view James, as they locked him in a dumpster! Several hours pass, and James spends the night swallowing the sweat of socks so as not to starve. His parents don't even worry about not seeing him come home in the evening. The bad reputation of their son since the time he was photographed naked in the streets of the city in the middle of winter marked them, they prefer not to stay with James anymore. The next day, the high school janitor has to empty the trash, and James panics when he realizes the trash is rolling. Will he be crushed at the recycling center?Fortunately, the janitor takes out the trash cans one by one, and gives them to the garbage collectors. Suddenly when he takes the bag that James is locked in, he wonders why this bag is so heavy. When he sees the note hanging by Reggie, he can't resist the temptation and opens the bag. Suddenly, James appears, spits out the sock that was in his mouth, and tries to breathe some real air. This night spent in a trash can made him lose all notion of time, he no longer knows where he is or who he is.

JAMES: "Thank you, Mister janitor, you have helped me a lot, I hope I am not too late for the final exam."

RIVERDALE HIGH SCHOOL'S JANITOR : "ahahaha I have never seen someone as pathetic as you, Water Carrier! I find you naked in a plastic bag full of dirty socks and you stink of fart, and you think How to take your exam! How did you end up in such a situation?! You have to believe that I am not the lowest being in this school, you are a real junk, Ahahah! I really have to take a picture of you!" Without even giving James time to protest, the high school janitor takes a picture of James, surrounded by dirty socks and his face flattened.

THE JANITOR : "It is useless to want to take the exam. Everyone left high school, you have to know that you spent the night in the dumpster like the garbage that you are. Okay, if you don't want me to tell this to everyone to destroy your reputation as a pervert even more, you're going to obey me. We're not going to spoil all those stinking socks. Male sweat, alpha stink comes at a high price these days. Pathetic faggot like you pay a fortune to breathe stinky socks and dirty underpants. But no way I touch them. It's you who will do that, you will fold the underpants and the socks in plastic pockets, you will publish announcements of sales of dirty underwear and you set the prices. Obviously all the profits go to me if you don't want me to say that you were locked in a bag inhaling farts and sweaty socks, in the high school garbage can."

This is how James ended the school year: while all his classmates were at the prom, he was under the orders of the old fat janitor to fold socks and dirty underpants, the underwear he must have breathed. the smell when it was in the dumpster. When he's done folding the underwear and storing it in plastic pouches to keep the scent, James is forced to massage the old guard's stinky feet. When they learn that their son did not graduate because he was absent from the end-of-year exam, his parents force him out of the house, and themselves leave Riverdale. With no money and no place to go, no diploma to get into a school, no way to retake his diploma, no financial qualifications, James is forced to go and lick the feet of the old riverdale high school cleaner. The latter succeeds in convincing the principal Mr. Weatherbee to accept James as the assistant to the janitor. James's job is to clean classrooms and washrooms, under the orders of the old janitor if publicly humiliates him to make the students laugh who have no respect for James. Reggie Mantle takes over his father's car dealership and continues to use James as a farts sniffer, makes him beg for money by licking his ass and employs him as a servant to impress his dates.

Five years go by like this. Archie Andrews, after five years in the military, is finally back in Riverdale. When he finds out what Hiram Lodge - city mayor, warden of the Riverdale prison he had built as the richest man in town, but also father of Veronica Lodge (the former girlfriend Archie) - brought to the city of his childhood, Archie reminds his old friends to save high school. He then discovers that James has remained the servant of the school. He makes him come to where he used to see himself, being shirtless to show his muscles.

ARCHIE ANDREWS: "You know there is a world outside of Riverdale. I fought for my country, and I plan to fight for my high school, for my neighborhood. You, you never knew anything, you had to lick the feet of an old cleaner to become a slave to your own high school where generations of alpha males like me fart in your face for a laugh. You had to thank your old bullies like me and Reggie. Yeah, I heard that you keep licking Reggie's ass to grant you his leftover food. But I know that, like many faggots losers like you, you're willing to sacrifice everything for me. I'm going to grant you what you want most in the world: to be my slave. I will become the coach of the Bulldogs team, I will reform the team, and I will teach them how you were used, when you were the farts sniffer and the ass licker of the jocks. All of us will be in his place: me who gives orders and you who sniff farts, you who are just an inferior that must be humiliated. And that's what I intend to do"

Yes, it was. James became the Bulldogs's official fart sniffer again, and Archie Andrews told players of every generation anecdotes about James from when they were together in the game. high school. Every year James saw ever more innovative humilations from the Riverdale Bulldogs. Archie used him as a human chair when he needed to be in his office. He sat on James' nose who had to breathe in the scent of his owner's farts. And of course, that didn't stop James from having to clean up all of the school and also at Reggie, his other master. He finally had the life that suited him: a submissive slave. to his masters, his former bullies, his superiors, those whose farts he sniffed.

END OF THE STORY

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