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A little introduction for those who have only joined the blog in the last 2 years, and a little refresh for those who were on here 2 years ago when I first started the original Summer of Stink.
For the next 10-12 weeks you can expect multiple uploads each week for a range of different content; from The Wolf Pack, to Shatterstone College, Dirty Desires, and many more to be revealed in the coming days. While most posts eill be short-medium length, expect regular longer stories sprinkled throughout either once per week or once per fortnight. The goal is to have lots of stink, lots of kink, and allow people to frequently escape to The Stinkverse for some relaxation throughout summer.
Additional content this time around includes commissions, which allows you to take your Summer of Stink even further while supporting both me and a good cause through my Pleasure for Purpose project. The Summer of Stink soundtrack also will see me giving weekly recommendations of songs that will be on my Playlist all summer long and while I write all these hot posts!! Dom Qoutes style posts will now be exclusively on my Twt/X page during summer for less flagging issues. Prepare for a hot few months!!
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With SummerOfStink2026 I am updating the prices for both my past commissions for purchase, and the regular commissions you can request to simplify everything. Along with the prices listed above, longer commissions (Surpassing 3k) will have a smaller jump in price the more you request. Eg: 4k for Ā£19 or 5k for Ā£22 etc.
On top of this I decided a few months ago that I want to use this summer period of commissions to do some good. Starting from today and lasting through to September 1st, I will be donating 10% of all money earned though my commissions income to Unicef for children. This 10% is a minimum, if commissions do as well as they did last summer, I will possibly increase this to 20%. A big thank you to everyone who makes and purchase :)
Similar to any commissions you request, 10% of what I make from these past commissions will also go towards the Pleasure for Purpose project. KPDH Jinu and Abby, as well as Shatterstone Kissing Booth are both available for Ā£10 as they are 10k+ words!
Below are the available stories! Click on image for better quality and to zoom in on any that you are interested in.
You couldn't move, you couldn't speak, you couldn't resist what was coming. A few hours ago you thought it would be funny to prank the sheriff's office by breaking in the back and placing whoopie cushions on all the chairs so that they would go off tomorrow during the life interview. What you hadn't planned on was the Sheriff's son, Stiles, still being there with his man kissing and making out in the back. Not being able to outrun the older man you were easily caught and knocked out. Now you had come around to consciousness, expertly starpped into a custom chair by Stiles.
As you struggle at the cuffs on the side you see the hairy skin of Derek's ass slowly appear over you, the older man backing toward the chair to prepare to sit down. "I haven't washed in days! Stiles was supposed to suffer my unwashed hairy ass tonight, but you make a more fitting recipient!" He reaches around his back slowly and down to your mouth as he lowers, and just as he is about to slam down he pulls his socks from your mouth. You gasp instinctively for air, a fatal mistake.
"Tongue in hole now!" Derek demands immediately. Thrashing at the cuffs violently you don't listen and start screaming into his disgusting hairy crack. In response a fart slips into your mouth and you feel the hair seemingly grow an inch instantly. The smell was unbearable, already eye watering before the fart but now even worse. Worse again was his ass hairs, moist with sweat and fart residue, poking into yout nostrils and mouth. "Tongue in hole NOW!" Derek roars louder. You are too busy fighting against the ripe smell and urge to throw up to listen to his orders. A few minutes pass and another fart rips into your screaming mouth. This one is watery, and to accompany it coating your tongue is another inch of thick hair. Now half your tongue was covered in hair, and at least a couple inches inside your nose were blocked with the fart contaminated hair. Derek just sat there, allowing the combination of only breathing through his hairy fart mask, and the weight of his ass to break your spirit. "TONGUE IN DADDYS HOLE NOW!" You can't fight anymore, mentally destroyed from knowing his hair would just grow further and his gas would continue. Destroying the last of your pride, you slowly push your tongue through his forest and into his hole. Immediately you feel a small ripple on the tip of your tongue, a silent fart. He looks over his shoulder to see if your hands would fight, and if you would pull your tongue back. To his surprise and yours you stick it through. "Good boy!" His words echo as his hair slowly returns to normal.
Derek picks up his phone and calls Stiles, "Hey get back here from the shop quick! I want you to suck me off as this little menace eats me out! No point wasting my pleasure right? That's my good boy! And hey, we have him for a week so I'm sure you'll want to convince me to save some ass for you!"
Workout finished, energy drained, and pent up lust was a dangerous combination in any scenario, but even more dangerous when a cute yet sexy Chimera is in the locker room after destroying squats for half an hour. That's exactly where you found yourself the day Theo first arrived in Beacon Hills.
It was past midnight and you entered the changing room to find the mysterious guy you had been stealing glances at all night, in the corner at his locker. Even as you sat on the bench to cool off for a moment, you couldn't stop staring at his bubble butt. "You want to sniff this ass? Put you face in it?" He said as he give a sly smirk over his shoulder, knowing full well his strategic positioning in the gym caught your attention. You moved your eyes from his bubble butt down to between your feet, then back to his butt and immediately felt a twitch in your pants. It was too glorious to resist. "Ye...yes..." you mumbled out embarrassed. As you dropped your head to look at the ground again his smooth voice pierced your embarrassed mind to lure you in. "There is no need to be embarrassed pretty boy, you wouldn't be the first to have your face in it. Come over and kneel behind me, let your mind have what it wants!" You looked up to see him playfully wiggling his hips. Already leaking pre cum just at the sight, you made your way over and knelt behind him on the cold gym changing room floor.
"Ugh....mmm...." Your moans of pleasure were muffled in his grey sweats as you pushed your face in as deep as you could, self suffocating in the ass of your dreams. It was like two pillows surrounding your head with how soft and warm he was. All the while he just stood there, rubbing the front of his sweats as he got hard knowing what was to come. "How's the smell? Too much for you?" Your only reply was grabbing his waist to pull him back a little as you pushed your head further in. The smell was a little sweaty and ripe, but nothing that could interfere with your pleasure. Slowly Theo stretched his arms out behind and positioned his hands behind your head. Scrunching his face with determination until his eyes glow a light shade of yellow, he pushed out a fog horn like protein fart that broke your pleasure. Feeling the release, Theo threw his head back and growled a little. You were overwhelmed with the scent of his gas, that flooded his grey sweats and immediately attacked your nostrils. However as soon as you tried to remove your head he pushed you in deeper. "All you little butt sluts love to plant your face in my ass and sniff my amazing scent but never want my farts! If I had my way my farts would be hypnotic, addictive, gas that made anyone succumb to my desires and their own!" You tried to back out again and stand up but only felt his grip grow stronger and another fart roar out to end you.
*A little scenario before Theo finally got his hypno abilities :)*
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Post Includes: Biceps worship (Brief), pec worship (Brief), ass kissing, ass worship, face farts, facesitting, unwilling victim.
The sun is shining and the smell of the freshly cut grass fills your nose as you rock up to the gates of the fraternity garden. The fences and walls were all decorated in confetti and banners for the weekend long kissing booth event. "Hey there! One ticket forā¦.Garrets Booth please!" You say to the ticket manager. "Do you want to read the terms and conditions of going for Garrets Booth?" The ticket manager asks with a smirk. You simply shake your head no, oblivious to the true nature of Garrets booth. Receiving your ticket, you walk in with a smile and head straight to Garrets Booth. "Oh hey there. My first customer of the day." He smiles at you "Soā¦how badly do you want a kiss from the Frat leader?"
"You are so hot up close!!" You lean and give him a kiss as he begins to lure you in. Garret lets you kiss his lips for a moment, his hand gently cupping the back of your head before he yanks your head away with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mmm, not bad at all. But you know what comes next, don't you?" He stands up from the leather bench, his muscular frame towering over you. Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and drops his basketball shorts, revealing his sweaty mounds of ass. "Now here's where it gets fun. Last year the guy who chose my booth had to kiss this ass for like, ten whole minutes. You up for that, or are you gonna chicken out?" He looks back over his shoulder with that signature cocky grin, completely shameless. "Oh, and one more thingā¦" He lifts one cheek slightly, and you catch a whiff of his holes eye watering scent. "Gotta gas you up real good first. Consider it part of the tradition."
"Wait what?" You are stunned, having skipped over the details the ticket manager was trying to give you. Garret can only laugh, turning back around to face you fully, his cocky smirk never leaving his face for a minute. "Yeah, 'what' is right! You should've read those terms and conditions, buddy." He cracks his knuckles and stretches, clearly enjoying your confusion. "This is how we raise the funds for graduation, been doing it for years. You paid the ticket price, so you're committed to the terms now." He walks closer, his athletic build and confident posture making it clear he's not messing around. "Here's the deal: You get to kiss my biceps, my pecs, and THENā¦" He gestures to his exposed ass, "ā¦you get to worship this masterpiece. In between, I'm gonna let loose some of my special frat leader gas. Don't worry, it's part of the experience. Makes it moreā¦ memorable." He leans down, his face inches from yours, that teasing grin still plastered on his face.
"So what's it gonna be? You gonna back out now and waste my time, or are you gonna be a good sport and give the Frat leader what he's owed?" "Iā¦I guess its for a good cause right?" You say letting the arousel you start to feel get the better of you. Garret's eyes light up with victory as he notices the way your cheeks flush and your body language shifts. He straightens up, that smirk widening into a full grin. "Damn right it's for a good cause! And hey, if you're getting into it, that makes this even better." He flexes his arms, showing off his biceps. "Alright then, let's start with the easy part. Get over here and give these guns some love." He holds out his muscular right arm, his pecs already starting to strain against his top as he flexes. The scent of his post workout musk wafts over your face. "Come on, don't be shy now. You're already here, might as well commit. Kiss 'em like you mean it." His tone is playful but commanding, that dominant edge creeping into his voice. "And then we'll move on to the main event. Trust me, you won't regret it."
He watches you with those intense eyes, clearly enjoying every second of your growing arousal and the power dynamic at play. Garret notices your hesitation and steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming. He places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm but not quite aggressive. "Look, I get it you weren't expecting this when you bought the ticket. But here's the thingā¦" He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Every single person who's gone through my booth in the last four years has left happier than when they started. Trust me on this one." He guides you forward gently but insistently, positioning you in front of him. His muscular chest is now right at eye level, the fabric of his tank top stretched tight across his pecs.
"Alright, start with the biceps. Both of 'em. And make it good, 'cause I can tell you're already getting into this." His voice drops to a lower, more commanding tone. "Don't make me wait, buddy." Without saying a word, you shuffle to him on your knees and begin the worshipping. Garret lets out a deep, satisfied groan as you kneel before him, immediately pressing your lips against his muscular biceps. He flexes under your touch, the muscle bulging even larger. "Oh yeah, that's itā¦ that's much better." His voice rumbles with approval as he feels your lips trail across his skin. He shifts his weight, placing one hand on your head to guide you. "Good boy. Now the other arm." As you move to worship his second bicep, Garret flexes, showing off his impressive physique. The veins in his muscles stand out prominently, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat from his earlier workout.
"Mmm, you're pretty good at this." He runs his fingers through your hair, his touch both encouraging and possessive. "Now let's see these pecs get attention boy. Don't be shy." He spreads his arms wider, his chest puffing out proudly. The scent of his musk intensifies as you move closer, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His tank top is damp with sweat, clinging to his defined pecs. "Come on, get those lips on there. Show 'em some love." His voice takes on an even more dominant tone, that cocky confidence oozing from every word. "You're doing great so far. Just remember this is just the warm up. The real fun comes next."
He looks down at you with those intense eyes, clearly enjoying the power he has in this situation. One of his hands moves from your hair to your jaw, gently but firmly guiding your face against his chest. As you press your lips against Garret's sweaty chest, he lets out a low chuckle, his hand still resting on your jaw. "That's itā¦ that's exactly what I'm talking about, you're a natural at this." He flexes his chest, making the muscle press more firmly against your face. "Alright, you've had your fun with the easy stuff. Time for the main event." He drops his basketball shorts completely, from just under his cheeks to his ankles, revealing himself fully. He turns around, presenting his bare ass to you, the pale skin contrasting with his tanned arms and legs.
"Get over here and get to work." His tone is now commanding, leaving no room for argument. "And don't forget you gotta kiss it AND smell my gas. That's the package deal, buddy." He looks back over his shoulder with that same cocky smirk, completely shameless about what he's asking you to do. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? You paid for the full experience, so quit wasting my time and get to it." He wiggles his ass to edge you on."Sorryā¦Just, you are so hot but your ass is so intimidating!" Garret lets out a loud laugh as you lean in and plant a kiss on his left cheek, the sound echoing through his booth. "Intimidating? Really?" He looks back over his shoulder, clearly entertained by your comment. "Well, I guess I can see how someone might think that. But hey, at least you're being honest!"
He wiggles his hips slightly, making his ass jiggle enticingly as you continue worshipping it. The scent of his musk intensifies as you press deeper, his bare skin hot against your face now. "Keep going, you're doing great." As you move to kiss his right cheek, Garret suddenly lets out a long, rumbling fart right next to your face. The sound is loud and unmistakable, followed by the distinct smell of his gas filling your nostrils. "Ahhhhh yeah, there it is! That's what I'm talking about!" He laughs, clearly proud of himself. "Welcome to the full Garret experience!"
"How's that smell? Pretty glorious, right? I've been holding that one in all morning just for this." He farts again, this time longer and more pungent. "Mmm, that's the good stuff. Years of training." He shifts his weight to relax his cheeks back against your face, making sure you're fully immersed in the experience of his ass and his gas combined. "Come on, don't let the smell distract you. Get back to kissing. You're doing amazing by the way. Way better than last year's guy." He chuckles, reaching around and patting your head. "You've got more stamina than him." He can see you struggling, not wanting to back out but close to cracking. "Wet one coming!" He groans before his hole lets out a wet blast against your face. "You fucking stink Garret, please no more!" You gag on the gas, trying to get up but instead falling backwards onto the red makeshift carpeted floor. Garret stands over you, ass in line with your face, eclipsing the small dingy light. He looks down at you sprawled on the floor, his massive evil grin spreading across his face as he positions himself.
"Oh no, is my little fan already giving up?" He laughs, completely enjoying the situation. The dim light from the small bulb above casts shadows across his muscular frame, his bare ass now directly in line with your face. "You know, most people don't complain this much. In fact, they usually beg for more." He starts to lower himself, his bare cheeks moving closer to your face with each inch he descends. The overwhelming smell of his gas intensifies as he gets nearer and the musky scent filling your nostrils completely. "Here's the thing, buddy you paid for the full experience, and that means taking what I give you. No backing out until I say you can." His voice is firm but still playful, that dominant edge creeping back in. "So you can either open wide and take it like a champ, or you can keep complaining. Either way, you're not leaving until I'm satisfied." He settles his weight, his bare ass pressing firmly against your face. The heat and smell are now impossible to escape, completely overwhelming your senses.
"Alright, here we go. This is where the magic happens." He lets out another long, rumbling fart onto your face, the sound vibrating through your body. "That's a big gift for you buddyā. His massive, muscular thighs straddle your torso as he sits there, his heavy balls resting against your chin and chest. He grabs his phone and starts recording, clearly getting off on the whole thing. "Smile for the camera! This is gonna be great for the frat's social media." He laughs, completely high off of what he's doing. "Besides, if you're gonna complain, might as well get some content out of it." "GARā¦.Garretā¦.pleaseā¦" You try to speak but everytime you manage to push his cheeks off your face he overpowers you. Garret's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure as he hears you struggling beneath him, your muffled protests barely audible through the sound of his own heavy breathing. "Oh yeah, that's it! Fight it! Makes it so much better!" He laughs, his voice dripping with dominance as he grinds his bare ass harder against your face. "You're really fighting your nature piggie!" He starts calling you the name repeatedly, each syllable accompanied by another rumbling fart that seems to come from deep within his core as he records the whole thing. "Piggie! Piggie! Piggie!" He punctuates each word with a fart, the sound echoing in the small booth. "That's what you are right now, my personal piggy!"
His massive frame pins you down completely, his thighs squeezing your sides as he sits fully on your face. The smell is now so intense it's almost nauseating, mixed with the taste of his sweat slicked skin rubbing against your lips "See? You love it! You're not even trying to escape anymore." He reaches down between his legs with one hand, grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth open wider. "Open up, piggie. You're gonna worship this ass properly, or I'm gonna make you regret it." He farts again, this time holding it in for several seconds before releasing a long, wet, echoing blast right into your open mouth. Some of it actually gets in, and he laughs triumphantly catching it on camera. "There you go! That's what I'm talking about! Now that's commitment!" His grin is absolutely radiant now. āYou're gonna be talking about this for weeks, aren't you piggie?" Garret's eyes widen with delight as he notices your renewed struggle, his competitive nature fully ignited. "Oh no, are you trying to quit on me now?" His voice drops to a low, dangerous purr. "That's not how this works, piggie. You made a deal when you purchased the ticket, and I always collect what's owed." His weight suddenly shifts, and he uses his free hand to grab your shirt and pull it up, exposing your chest completely. His other hand continues to grip your jaw, forcing you to keep your mouth open as he farts.
He rises slightly and turns to look down at you over his shoulder with those intense eyes, his grin somehow even wider than before. "So here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna stop struggling and start worshipping properly. You're gonna kiss every inch of this ass, lick it, worship it like the masterpiece it is. And when I fart in your face and I WILL fart in your face you're gonna thank me for it. Got it?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead grinding his ass down more firmly against your face, his heavy balls pressing against your chest again. "Now come on, let's see that enthusiasm I know you've got in there somewhere. Show me why you really bought that ticket." He rises a little to let you get air. "If I kiss your assā¦.with enthusiasmā¦can we agree to end this?" Garret simply nods to agree and you pucker your lips. Garret's eyes light up with a predatory glow.
"Oh yeah? You're gonna kiss it with enthusiasm? Well then, let's see what you've got, piggie!" He grabs your jaw more firmly, angling your face directly in line his bare ass, the pale skin hot and slightly sweaty against your face. The overwhelming smell hits you again, but this time it's accompanied by his hand stroking your hair almost encouragingly.
"Come on, don't just kiss it WORSHIP it! Like you mean it!" He starts bouncing slightly on your face, making his ass jiggle and his balls slap against your chest. "Show me you're not just some coward who gave up!" He farts again as you kiss the inside of his left cheek. "There you go! That's what I'm talking about! Now kiss it harder!" His hand im your hair starts pushing your face more firmly against his ass. "Lick it too! Show me how much you appreciate the Shatterstone Frat kissing booth experience!"
His massive frame pins you down completely again, his thighs squeezing your sides as he sits fully on your face as he starts to record again. "I'm gonna make so much money for the graduating class by selling these clips!" He laughs "Come on, piggie, give me everything you've got! I want to see you really commit to this!" He rises slightly, and reaches around with his phone to capture as you pucker out to kiss his hole. The taste is horrible, but you hold it to satisfy him. "Fuckā¦piggie is kissing my farting hole!" Garret moans, then the fart blows into your kissing lips. Its too much, the weight, the stink, the recording, the farting. You twitch like you are possessed and accidentally kick the frame of the kissing booth, but worse, you nut punch Garret. "Oh you've fucking done it now pig!" He stands up, face bright red with anger despite you having kissed his hole. Reaching into your pocket he grabs your wallet. "Heh that'sā¦" You're protest is immediately cut off as he kicks your boner and farts before peeking his head out of the booth curtain and calling two people over.
"Piggieā¦I assume you have heard of Mark and Paxton?" Garret stares at you, the two dom boyfriends entering shirtless, body oil on them and just tight red shatterstone speedos on. "Here's $50 each! Gas him, sit on him, and make him kiss
*The full commission with the other Shatterstone College doms is in the final stages of editing and will be on sale in the coming weeks for $10*
It has been so hard not to spoil anything over the past six to eight weeks that I have been slowly planning and working on a lot of this content, but I thought I should finally give you guys something to make the rest of the wait a little easier :) Below are some key dates in the lead up to the stinkiest and kinkiest summer yet! Along with a small tease at what content to expect.
One minute you were celebrating the lacrosse win against Beacon Hills while walking out of the locker room, the next minute you were over the shoulders of one of their main players Jackson Whittemore. Something had caught your leg just as he picked you up, slicing it subtly to the point you didn't know if you imagined it. Then slowly as he walked with you over his shoulder, face resting against his lower back, you felt your body go numb from the neck down. "Hey, hey loser what did you do to me! You here me? What did you do?"
A few moments later you are dropped on the ground in the empty Beacon Hills Locker room, head cushioned on a thin layer of socks and sweaty uniforms that lay in a pile for Jackson to take home and wash as it was his turn. "You really that pissed you lost?" You smirk, smile immediatly fading when you try to move but can't. "You know you played dirty little man, and since the ref wouldn't even the score, I think I will!" Jackson darkly chuckles as he walks forward over your body until the scent of his sweaty feet stood still on either side of your face. "C'mon man, don't...."
The muscular jock ass hugged in a skin tight layer of sweaty white lycra dropped onto your face without concern for your pleads. It wraps around your chin and even to your ears, engulfing your nose mouth and eyes with ease. Your try screaming and shaking your head but barely register to the most notoriously bully jock in Beacon Hills. Jackson tests the waters with a five second protein fart that bubbles against your nose. The scent of his already stinking ass gets amplified on all levels. Your eyes water, your nose burns, and your mouth is sore from yelling. To Jackson you are not even there. You are just a motionless object for the next few hours as he lets out his post game protein farts on something other than his desk chair. With each failed attempt to move you fall a little deeper into feeling like an inanimate object.
Post Includes: Biceps worship (Brief), pec worship (Brief), ass kissing, ass worship, face farts, facesitting, unwilling victim.
The sun is shining and the smell of the freshly cut grass fills your nose as you rock up to the gates of the fraternity garden. The fences and walls were all decorated in confetti and banners for the weekend long kissing booth event. "Hey there! One ticket forā¦.Garrets Booth please!" You say to the ticket manager. "Do you want to read the terms and conditions of going for Garrets Booth?" The ticket manager asks with a smirk. You simply shake your head no, oblivious to the true nature of Garrets booth. Receiving your ticket, you walk in with a smile and head straight to Garrets Booth. "Oh hey there. My first customer of the day." He smiles at you "Soā¦how badly do you want a kiss from the Frat leader?"
"You are so hot up close!!" You lean and give him a kiss as he begins to lure you in. Garret lets you kiss his lips for a moment, his hand gently cupping the back of your head before he yanks your head away with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mmm, not bad at all. But you know what comes next, don't you?" He stands up from the leather bench, his muscular frame towering over you. Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and drops his basketball shorts, revealing his sweaty mounds of ass. "Now here's where it gets fun. Last year the guy who chose my booth had to kiss this ass for like, ten whole minutes. You up for that, or are you gonna chicken out?" He looks back over his shoulder with that signature cocky grin, completely shameless. "Oh, and one more thingā¦" He lifts one cheek slightly, and you catch a whiff of his holes eye watering scent. "Gotta gas you up real good first. Consider it part of the tradition."
"Wait what?" You are stunned, having skipped over the details the ticket manager was trying to give you. Garret can only laugh, turning back around to face you fully, his cocky smirk never leaving his face for a minute. "Yeah, 'what' is right! You should've read those terms and conditions, buddy." He cracks his knuckles and stretches, clearly enjoying your confusion. "This is how we raise the funds for graduation, been doing it for years. You paid the ticket price, so you're committed to the terms now." He walks closer, his athletic build and confident posture making it clear he's not messing around. "Here's the deal: You get to kiss my biceps, my pecs, and THENā¦" He gestures to his exposed ass, "ā¦you get to worship this masterpiece. In between, I'm gonna let loose some of my special frat leader gas. Don't worry, it's part of the experience. Makes it moreā¦ memorable." He leans down, his face inches from yours, that teasing grin still plastered on his face.
"So what's it gonna be? You gonna back out now and waste my time, or are you gonna be a good sport and give the Frat leader what he's owed?" "Iā¦I guess its for a good cause right?" You say letting the arousel you start to feel get the better of you. Garret's eyes light up with victory as he notices the way your cheeks flush and your body language shifts. He straightens up, that smirk widening into a full grin. "Damn right it's for a good cause! And hey, if you're getting into it, that makes this even better." He flexes his arms, showing off his biceps. "Alright then, let's start with the easy part. Get over here and give these guns some love." He holds out his muscular right arm, his pecs already starting to strain against his top as he flexes. The scent of his post workout musk wafts over your face. "Come on, don't be shy now. You're already here, might as well commit. Kiss 'em like you mean it." His tone is playful but commanding, that dominant edge creeping into his voice. "And then we'll move on to the main event. Trust me, you won't regret it."
He watches you with those intense eyes, clearly enjoying every second of your growing arousal and the power dynamic at play. Garret notices your hesitation and steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming. He places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm but not quite aggressive. "Look, I get it you weren't expecting this when you bought the ticket. But here's the thingā¦" He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Every single person who's gone through my booth in the last four years has left happier than when they started. Trust me on this one." He guides you forward gently but insistently, positioning you in front of him. His muscular chest is now right at eye level, the fabric of his tank top stretched tight across his pecs.
"Alright, start with the biceps. Both of 'em. And make it good, 'cause I can tell you're already getting into this." His voice drops to a lower, more commanding tone. "Don't make me wait, buddy." Without saying a word, you shuffle to him on your knees and begin the worshipping. Garret lets out a deep, satisfied groan as you kneel before him, immediately pressing your lips against his muscular biceps. He flexes under your touch, the muscle bulging even larger. "Oh yeah, that's itā¦ that's much better." His voice rumbles with approval as he feels your lips trail across his skin. He shifts his weight, placing one hand on your head to guide you. "Good boy. Now the other arm." As you move to worship his second bicep, Garret flexes, showing off his impressive physique. The veins in his muscles stand out prominently, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat from his earlier workout.
"Mmm, you're pretty good at this." He runs his fingers through your hair, his touch both encouraging and possessive. "Now let's see these pecs get attention boy. Don't be shy." He spreads his arms wider, his chest puffing out proudly. The scent of his musk intensifies as you move closer, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His tank top is damp with sweat, clinging to his defined pecs. "Come on, get those lips on there. Show 'em some love." His voice takes on an even more dominant tone, that cocky confidence oozing from every word. "You're doing great so far. Just remember this is just the warm up. The real fun comes next."
He looks down at you with those intense eyes, clearly enjoying the power he has in this situation. One of his hands moves from your hair to your jaw, gently but firmly guiding your face against his chest. As you press your lips against Garret's sweaty chest, he lets out a low chuckle, his hand still resting on your jaw. "That's itā¦ that's exactly what I'm talking about, you're a natural at this." He flexes his chest, making the muscle press more firmly against your face. "Alright, you've had your fun with the easy stuff. Time for the main event." He drops his basketball shorts completely, from just under his cheeks to his ankles, revealing himself fully. He turns around, presenting his bare ass to you, the pale skin contrasting with his tanned arms and legs.
"Get over here and get to work." His tone is now commanding, leaving no room for argument. "And don't forget you gotta kiss it AND smell my gas. That's the package deal, buddy." He looks back over his shoulder with that same cocky smirk, completely shameless about what he's asking you to do. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? You paid for the full experience, so quit wasting my time and get to it." He wiggles his ass to edge you on."Sorryā¦Just, you are so hot but your ass is so intimidating!" Garret lets out a loud laugh as you lean in and plant a kiss on his left cheek, the sound echoing through his booth. "Intimidating? Really?" He looks back over his shoulder, clearly entertained by your comment. "Well, I guess I can see how someone might think that. But hey, at least you're being honest!"
He wiggles his hips slightly, making his ass jiggle enticingly as you continue worshipping it. The scent of his musk intensifies as you press deeper, his bare skin hot against your face now. "Keep going, you're doing great." As you move to kiss his right cheek, Garret suddenly lets out a long, rumbling fart right next to your face. The sound is loud and unmistakable, followed by the distinct smell of his gas filling your nostrils. "Ahhhhh yeah, there it is! That's what I'm talking about!" He laughs, clearly proud of himself. "Welcome to the full Garret experience!"
"How's that smell? Pretty glorious, right? I've been holding that one in all morning just for this." He farts again, this time longer and more pungent. "Mmm, that's the good stuff. Years of training." He shifts his weight to relax his cheeks back against your face, making sure you're fully immersed in the experience of his ass and his gas combined. "Come on, don't let the smell distract you. Get back to kissing. You're doing amazing by the way. Way better than last year's guy." He chuckles, reaching around and patting your head. "You've got more stamina than him." He can see you struggling, not wanting to back out but close to cracking. "Wet one coming!" He groans before his hole lets out a wet blast against your face. "You fucking stink Garret, please no more!" You gag on the gas, trying to get up but instead falling backwards onto the red makeshift carpeted floor. Garret stands over you, ass in line with your face, eclipsing the small dingy light. He looks down at you sprawled on the floor, his massive evil grin spreading across his face as he positions himself.
"Oh no, is my little fan already giving up?" He laughs, completely enjoying the situation. The dim light from the small bulb above casts shadows across his muscular frame, his bare ass now directly in line with your face. "You know, most people don't complain this much. In fact, they usually beg for more." He starts to lower himself, his bare cheeks moving closer to your face with each inch he descends. The overwhelming smell of his gas intensifies as he gets nearer and the musky scent filling your nostrils completely. "Here's the thing, buddy you paid for the full experience, and that means taking what I give you. No backing out until I say you can." His voice is firm but still playful, that dominant edge creeping back in. "So you can either open wide and take it like a champ, or you can keep complaining. Either way, you're not leaving until I'm satisfied." He settles his weight, his bare ass pressing firmly against your face. The heat and smell are now impossible to escape, completely overwhelming your senses.
"Alright, here we go. This is where the magic happens." He lets out another long, rumbling fart onto your face, the sound vibrating through your body. "That's a big gift for you buddyā. His massive, muscular thighs straddle your torso as he sits there, his heavy balls resting against your chin and chest. He grabs his phone and starts recording, clearly getting off on the whole thing. "Smile for the camera! This is gonna be great for the frat's social media." He laughs, completely high off of what he's doing. "Besides, if you're gonna complain, might as well get some content out of it." "GARā¦.Garretā¦.pleaseā¦" You try to speak but everytime you manage to push his cheeks off your face he overpowers you. Garret's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure as he hears you struggling beneath him, your muffled protests barely audible through the sound of his own heavy breathing. "Oh yeah, that's it! Fight it! Makes it so much better!" He laughs, his voice dripping with dominance as he grinds his bare ass harder against your face. "You're really fighting your nature piggie!" He starts calling you the name repeatedly, each syllable accompanied by another rumbling fart that seems to come from deep within his core as he records the whole thing. "Piggie! Piggie! Piggie!" He punctuates each word with a fart, the sound echoing in the small booth. "That's what you are right now, my personal piggy!"
His massive frame pins you down completely, his thighs squeezing your sides as he sits fully on your face. The smell is now so intense it's almost nauseating, mixed with the taste of his sweat slicked skin rubbing against your lips "See? You love it! You're not even trying to escape anymore." He reaches down between his legs with one hand, grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth open wider. "Open up, piggie. You're gonna worship this ass properly, or I'm gonna make you regret it." He farts again, this time holding it in for several seconds before releasing a long, wet, echoing blast right into your open mouth. Some of it actually gets in, and he laughs triumphantly catching it on camera. "There you go! That's what I'm talking about! Now that's commitment!" His grin is absolutely radiant now. āYou're gonna be talking about this for weeks, aren't you piggie?" Garret's eyes widen with delight as he notices your renewed struggle, his competitive nature fully ignited. "Oh no, are you trying to quit on me now?" His voice drops to a low, dangerous purr. "That's not how this works, piggie. You made a deal when you purchased the ticket, and I always collect what's owed." His weight suddenly shifts, and he uses his free hand to grab your shirt and pull it up, exposing your chest completely. His other hand continues to grip your jaw, forcing you to keep your mouth open as he farts.
He rises slightly and turns to look down at you over his shoulder with those intense eyes, his grin somehow even wider than before. "So here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna stop struggling and start worshipping properly. You're gonna kiss every inch of this ass, lick it, worship it like the masterpiece it is. And when I fart in your face and I WILL fart in your face you're gonna thank me for it. Got it?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead grinding his ass down more firmly against your face, his heavy balls pressing against your chest again. "Now come on, let's see that enthusiasm I know you've got in there somewhere. Show me why you really bought that ticket." He rises a little to let you get air. "If I kiss your assā¦.with enthusiasmā¦can we agree to end this?" Garret simply nods to agree and you pucker your lips. Garret's eyes light up with a predatory glow.
"Oh yeah? You're gonna kiss it with enthusiasm? Well then, let's see what you've got, piggie!" He grabs your jaw more firmly, angling your face directly in line his bare ass, the pale skin hot and slightly sweaty against your face. The overwhelming smell hits you again, but this time it's accompanied by his hand stroking your hair almost encouragingly.
"Come on, don't just kiss it WORSHIP it! Like you mean it!" He starts bouncing slightly on your face, making his ass jiggle and his balls slap against your chest. "Show me you're not just some coward who gave up!" He farts again as you kiss the inside of his left cheek. "There you go! That's what I'm talking about! Now kiss it harder!" His hand im your hair starts pushing your face more firmly against his ass. "Lick it too! Show me how much you appreciate the Shatterstone Frat kissing booth experience!"
His massive frame pins you down completely again, his thighs squeezing your sides as he sits fully on your face as he starts to record again. "I'm gonna make so much money for the graduating class by selling these clips!" He laughs "Come on, piggie, give me everything you've got! I want to see you really commit to this!" He rises slightly, and reaches around with his phone to capture as you pucker out to kiss his hole. The taste is horrible, but you hold it to satisfy him. "Fuckā¦piggie is kissing my farting hole!" Garret moans, then the fart blows into your kissing lips. Its too much, the weight, the stink, the recording, the farting. You twitch like you are possessed and accidentally kick the frame of the kissing booth, but worse, you nut punch Garret. "Oh you've fucking done it now pig!" He stands up, face bright red with anger despite you having kissed his hole. Reaching into your pocket he grabs your wallet. "Heh that'sā¦" You're protest is immediately cut off as he kicks your boner and farts before peeking his head out of the booth curtain and calling two people over.
"Piggieā¦I assume you have heard of Mark and Paxton?" Garret stares at you, the two dom boyfriends entering shirtless, body oil on them and just tight red shatterstone speedos on. "Here's $50 each! Gas him, sit on him, and make him kiss
*The full commission with the other Shatterstone College doms is in the final stages of editing and will be on sale in the coming weeks for $10*
The Wolf Pack : Beta Breaker (Reupload + Image Changed)
"Yeah pull me down like the good beta boy you are!" The degrading words made the beta wolf remember who was in control. Danny had discovered him trying to approach Scott after a lacrosse match earlier. Being a best friend to Scott, Danny decided it was probably best to evaluate the betas intentions before letting him near the alpha of Beacon Hills. Now here he is, under the beefy human dom, slowly breaking down into a trust worthy beta for Scott.
"Lick my left cheek!" Danny moans, grinding down aggressively before rising a little to let his little beat seat lick. All that follows is ten seconds of gasps and loud inhales of oxygen. Danny's cheeks crash down once more, "Did I say breathe? No I said lick!" A full ninety seconds of full weight suffocation pushes the young wolf to his limits, the dominant Danny simply getting more turned on with each scratch of wolf claws that caught his skin desperate for air. Finally the cheeks rise again. This time without being told anything, the scared wolf licks Danny's left cheek. "That's more like it! Now position your nose directly under my hole!" Without question, the order was followed with haste and precision. Seconds later Danny drops down and allows the nose to penetrate deep into his hole, past the safety of the layers of body lotion he applied. The claws began to poke into his skin again as the clueless wolf had no idea that deep in Danny's ass, past his clean sweet scent, was the strong stench of a sweaty lacrosse player. "Now now boy, we are just getting started....." A giggle follows with a rare occurrence of a fart from Danny. Claws immediately stop, and a muffled train of gagging and coughing echo into the thick cheeks. "Now beg for another!"
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"Get your nose nestled between these alpha cheeks man!" Scott rushes to pull down his grey boxers as you kneel beside the bed, lay down your head, and push your face towards his massive tan cheeks. You don't even need encouragement, working your nose in towards the heat of his stinking sticky hole while the hair tickled your skin. "SNIFF!" His word acts like a program as your nose works automatically to inhale the ripe fart that accompanied his command. "Thank you Master McCall!" You moan between his cheeks, getting a taste of the vile fart. Scott wiggles his cheeks with a stifled giggle in response to your words. "SNIFF!" Yet again you are on auto pilot as he orders you to sniff a wet ten second fart from his hole. It burns and stinks, but you don't move an inch. "Fuck thsoe stink! You love these don't you?" Scott taunts, reaching around and using his meaty hand on the back of your head to push you deeper. "Yes Master McCall! Your farts smell beautiful!" Your words flow out as you kneel there, completely flacid despite finding his farts hot and addictive. "SNIFF!" This time as you inhale the airy fart fueled by eggs and chicken, Scott rolls over to sit on your face until you pass out.
*An hour earlier*
"Please Theo I'm sorry, you are not a fart sniffing loser, I was just joking!" You protest weakly from beneath Theos ass. A massive fart roars out directly into your expose nose and you feel your mind weaken, almost blacking out for a few minutes. "You will text Scott McCall begging to sniff his farts. Everytime he says sniff you will do so and address him as Master McCall. Alpha farts will be your new addiction but will never get you hard!" Theo laughs magically as he rises off your face to see you immediately grab your phone and text Scott.
*A little caption for the winning option on the Wolf Pack community poll*
* This is about 1.5k - 2K words of the full 11k Word commission available for Ā£10. I had hoped to share the entire Day 1 in a single post but Tumblr wouldn't let me š*
One week, seven days, thatās how long Jinu had to corrupt a soul enough to make someone sign over their soul willingly or else he would lose his demon powers for eternity. Luckily, Jinu was aware of the proposed demand beforehand and had sent out his friends to search for a potential soul he could take. āWe found one Jinu! A little unconventional, but itās an easy enough target for you and Abby to take in a week. From what we could find he has a suppressed shameā¦.a desire forā¦..fartsā¦and ass!ā
Prologue : Marking the victim
As you walk down the alleyway with your stuff, trying to make it home as you were exhausted after a long, you look up from your phone. You see a group of boys that youāve never seen in town before, a bunch of hot men to be exact. You freeze slightly, having no idea who they are, and also realizing they weren't watching where they were going. Just as you is about to move out of the way, one of the men, who later you discover is known as Jinu, shoulder-bumps you hard, making you fall back, drop all your stuff, and land right on the hard ground. You sit there for a good 30 seconds, still exhausted and not sure what just happened, before Jinu extends his hand.
Just as you reach out to take it, he swipes his hand to the side and brushes the nonexistent dust off his shoulder. You sit there, stunned by his rudeness, not to mention, your stuff is now scattered all over the ground. Jinu looks down at you like you're disturbing his day. He sighs, looks you up and down. "Watch yourself,ā he says in an arrogant yet playful tone before he turns to leave as the other boys in the group just glance at you for a moment before following.
āSoā¦sorry..ā I say as they all walk off. I had no idea that Jinu and Abby were in town on a specific mission. Jinu pauses mid-step at the sound of your mumbled apology, his eyes narrowing as he turns back to face you. He studies your face intently, taking in your obviously flustered appearance and the scattered belongings on the ground. A smirk forms at the corner of his mouth as a thought occurs to him.
He takes a step closer to, looming over with a predatory glint in his eye. The other Saja Boys exchange glances but say nothing, sensing their leader's interest. "You know, for someone who's so sorry, you don't seem to watch where you're going very well," Jinu remarks, his voice a low, velvety purr. He reaches out and cups your chin with one pale hand, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushes lightly over your lower lip, a deliberate, almost threatening caress. "Tell me, do you always make a habit of throwing yourself at strange men in alleyways? Or are we just lucky?"
Jinu's eyes scan as if trying to discern some hidden meaning behind your words and body langua. The air between the two of you feels heavy with a tension that you can't quite understand what he or yourself wants.
āIā¦Iā¦ā Before you can explain, Jinu just laughs and walks off. You do the same and go home to sleep.
Day 1 : Cracking at the shell
The next morning you walk to college and attend the morning gym class where Abby shows up as a new student in the lockerroom Abby leans against the locker room wall, his vibrant cherry shaded hair and matching eyes making him stand out among the crowd of students. He watches as you enter, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he pushes off the wall and approaches.
As Abby gets closer, you can't help but notice his striking features, high cheekbones, full lips curved into a playful smirk, and an air of effortless charisma that seemed to draw the eye. Abby stops just in front, close enough that you can smell the clean, masculine scent of his cologne.
"Hey there," Abby greets, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm Abby, the new kid. I think I saw you around the alleyway yesterday, right? You're a hard one to forget." He chuckles softly, his eyes glinting with mischief as they roam over your face. Abby's gaze lingers just a moment too long, making you feel a flush of heat creep up your neck. "I'm in your gym class, apparently. Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other," Abby remarks, his tone casual but with an undertone of something more. He leans in a bit closer, his voice lowering. "I have to say, I'm looking forward to it already."
With that, Abby winks at you before sauntering past, leaving you flustered and curious. The other students in the locker room seem to take note of the exchange, whispering and casting glances your way.
You simply continue to get changed into your sports wear before carrying out the sports session. Afterwards you and Abby help clear up the equipment, meaning it ends up just being the two of you in the lockerroom. Abby leans against a bank of lockers, watching as you change out of your sportswear. His gaze lingers on you, a thoughtful expression on his face as he studies. Abby's eyes follow the curve of your neck, the slope of your shoulders, the way your hair clings to your skin with a sheen of sweat.
Abby pushes off from the lockers and takes a step closer, his movements slow and deliberate. He reaches out and brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face, his fingers grazing your cheek and lingering for a moment.
"You know, I couldn't help but noticeā¦ you're different than the other students here," Abby remarks, his voice a low murmur. "There's something special about you. I can feel it." His hand slides down to rest on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, as his eyes meet yours. "I'd love to get to know you better, Nik," Abby says. "Maybe we could hang out, away from all thisā¦" He gestures vaguely at the empty locker room, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Abby's thumb rubs slow circles on your shoulder, his touch electric and distracting.
"So what do you say? Want to be my guide to the campus, show me around?" Abby asks, his voice dripping with suggestion. His eyes never leave your face, watching for your reaction. You agree, closing down the wooden bench top onto the ground storage box, unaware that Abby was only getting close to tease and exploit your facesitting and fart kink. Abby's smirk widens into a grin at your eager agreement, a glint of triumph flashing in his eyes. He watches as you finish putting away the gym equipment into the rather large storage bench, a plan already forming in his mind. You turn back to face him, Abby taking another step closer, until he's standing right in front of you, so near that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. Abby reaches out and takes your hand. "Great, I'm glad you said yes," Abby says with approving rumble. āI have a feeling this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
Abby starts to lead Nik towards the locker room exit, his grip on your hand firm and unyielding. As you walk, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me, Nik, do you have any favorite spots on campus? Somewhere quiet, private maybe? I'd love to see where your mind wanders to when you're feelingā¦ relaxed." There's a deliberate emphasis on the word 'relaxed', a hint of something more lurking beneath the surface. He guides you out of the locker room and into the bright sunlight of the campus quad, a plan already taking shape in his mind. Abby knows exactly what he wants to do, and he's determined to make it happen, no matter what it takes. āSeā¦second floor storage room is quiteā¦.private!ā With his continuous touching and teasing you decide to take him to the storage room on the second floor, a place your often went for some quiet time.
As the two of you ascend the stairs, Abby keeps your hand clutched tightly in his own, his thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles. He leans in close as they walk, his breath hot against your ear. "Sounds perfect," Abby murmurs, his voice a low, approving rumble. "A private spot, just the two of usā¦ I like the way you think Nik." At the top of the stairs, Abby allows you to lead the way to the storage room. As the two of you step inside, he takes in the sight of the small, cluttered space, the single window looking out over the lush greenery of the campus gardens.
Abby turns to you, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face as he backs you up against the closed door. He places his palms on either side of your head, caging them in with his arms. Leaning in closer, Abby inhales deeply, his nose brushing against your hair. He can smell the salt of your skin, the lingering scent of your sweat from the gym session. It makes his head swim with anticipation. "This is nice," Abby purrs, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Just you and me, Nikā¦ all alone. No distractions."
His eyes meet yours, and there's a hunger in his gaze that makes your heart race. Abby's pupils are blown wide, dark and consuming as he stares down. Slowly, deliberately, Abby brings a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. He applies the slightest pressure, a silent demand for you to part their lips and grant him access. "Tell me, Nik," Abby breathes. "What do you like to do forā¦ fun?" His other hand slides down to rest on your hip, his fingers digging into the curve of your waist. Abby's eyes never leave your face as he waits for your response, a predatory look in his gaze.
āFun? What type of fun are you talking about?ā You try deflect, not realising yet that Abby had locked the door and is slowly going to fill the room with farts Abby smirks at your attempt to deflect, his eyes glinting with a knowing, almost amused expression. He knows you know exactly what kind of fun he's talking about, and he's not about to let you squirm out of this conversation.
Slowly, Abby starts to circle around you, his steps purposeful. He trails a finger along the shelf lined with old sports equipment as he moves around. "Oh, I think you know exactly what kind of fun I mean, Nik," Abby purrs, his voice a low, silky murmur. "The kind of fun that makes your heart race, and your skin flush. The kind that leaves you feelingā¦ excited." Abby stops circling when he's standing behind you, his chest nearly brushing against your back. He leans down, his lips nearly touching the edge of your ear yet again as he speaks.
"I've seen the way you looked at me last night and today Nik. I know you haveā¦ special interests. Interests that I think we could explore together, if you're brave enough." As he speaks, Abby slides a hand around to rest on your stomach, his long fingers spreading possessively over your abdomen. He applies the slightest pressure. The other hand, he brings up to your mouth, his thumb and forefinger pinching your chin and tilting your face to the side. Abby's eyes bore into yours, demanding a response.
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