This story is completely fictional, is for 18+, and includes fetish and kink material, such as fart sniffing, ass worship, master/slave play, and manly musk. If any of this is an issue with you, do NOT continue. Otherwise, enjoy!
This is an old story that I wrote, inspired by a similar fetish one I read years ago. Again, I have to warn you guys; this is another gross look into my perverted mind, and if the idea of being forced to sniff farts grosses you out, donāt read this filth! But if this filth excites you, then do continue, my fellow stink pig.
Guy makes a new friend at the gym and invites him to go camping. But this friend has his own agenda...
It was three in the afternoon; I sat in my grey seat at my grey desk under grey fluorescent lighting. I was tapping my pen against my grey desk. I even wore a grey shirt. But I was smiling.
It was the first Friday of May, and after 5 oāclock my vacation would begin. Every year I get 10 vacation days, and I make sure to save them up so I can use them all in spring. Thereās a campsite I like to go to; no wifi, no neighbors, no stupid coworkers, no annoying parents, just me in the forest. I was staring at the clock at the corner of the screen. It took forever for the numbers to roll by.
Never mind, it wonāt be just me this year. I have to bring Cliff along. I ran into Cliff one morning at the gym; he asked me to spot him while he did his bench presses. I didnāt like going to the gym, Iām the kind of guy who only goes so he could get away with eating junk food. But Cliff was one of those guys who lived at the gym. He was taller than me, and bigger than me; all muscle. He looked like the kind of guy who could squeeze your head just by flexing against you. He had short brown hair, stubble, and of course a much better body than I could ever dream of having. But for some reason, he started chatting with me a few weeks ago, and we accidentally became gym partners. Heās even been helping me bulk up a bit. Iām still kind of a wimp, but now Iām toned and can look in the mirror, easily imagining myself walking up to the hot girl at the bar.
But when I told him I was going away camping for two weeks, he insisted on coming along. Cliffās a cool guy, donāt get me wrong, but these camping trips were always my thing; my alone time. I tried to be nice and talk him out of it, but he invited himself to come along anyway. Once he set his mind on something, it was happening, Iād slowly begin to learn. But he seems like a cool guy, and heās great to hang out and work out with, so I didnāt want to hurt his feelings [Mom did say Iām too soft for my own good]. Sure, campingās my thing, but maybe itāll be fun to have a friend tag along. To dudes just hanging out, drinking beers, fishingā¦itāll be fun.
Iād been driving upstate for an hour, Cliff was in the passenger seat. I could smell his pitsā BO from all the way over here. And Iām sure that I caught a faint whiff of his ball funk. After keeping my mouth shut for so long, and gagging though the past hour, I had to say something. āNo offence, but man, you reek!ā
āToday was my day off,ā He shrugged, āSo I spent more time working out.ā
I grimaced, āYou didnāt shower dude?ā
āHaha, no, sorryā He lifted his arm and sniffed his pit, āPew! Didnāt know I stunk this bad! Iāll haveta wash off in the lake.ā
āYeah, you fucking better,ā I laughed. Today was his day offā¦? And he was taking the next two weeks off? āWhat do you do, exactly?ā I realized Iād never asked.
I glanced over and saw a sly smirk across his face, āSpecialty services.ā
I guess he was just a private guy; keep things to himself. Maybe weāll open up a bit to each other during these next two weeks.
He rustled open his backpack, āMind if I eat in the car? I didnāt grab lunch.ā
āNo problem, I could stop somewhere for dinner,ā I looked around, āThere might be an oasis or something I could go to the drive through.ā
āThatās alright,ā He pulled out a sandwich, āI got food.ā He opened the bag and the queasy smell of eggs hit me.
āUgh, what is that?!ā I coughed.
āEgg salad.ā He laughed, āTastes great, itās good for me. But it gives me the worst gas.ā He kept laughing.
āGross,ā I laughed too, but he seemed to be cackling, and for longer than I could fake it. Laughing this hard at a fart joke? How old is this guy?
āSorry dude, hope you donāt mind Iāll be pretty gassy later.ā
āWeāve each got our own tents.ā My smile faded a bit. I hoped he wouldnāt be this annoying when we got to the camp.
It was getting late, and I saw a gas station marked up ahead.
āHey, speaking of gas, I need to fill the tank real quick.ā I got off the highway and pulled into the station. The place seemed empty. I pulled up to a pump near the street so I could get back on the road quickly. I got out the car and walked over to the pump. I saw Cliff was looking for something in his bag. He lowered the window, āHey dude, do you mind picking up a dozen fiber one bars? Iāll pay you back.ā
I shrugged, āSure.ā I walked across the lot and into the station, grabbed the bars, paid the cashier, and walked back out. I got to the car and opened the door to push the gas cap lever, but Cliff wasnāt in his seat.
I stood up and looked around, but couldnāt see him. Did he go to the bathroom? āCliff?ā I called out.
Everything went black. I felt some kind of sheet go over my head and torso. Before I could react, I was pushed forward against the car and I hit my head hard. The pain shot through my skull and I lost my train of thought. I felt my arms get tied behind my back. My survival instincts kicked in and I started thrashing, but then I felt a swift kick against the back of my knee. The pain was so great my leg collapsed under me. Before I hit the ground, I felt a sharp pinch in my neck, like a bug bite. Then I felt my limbs go limp. I was picked up and dragged. My head was hurting like crazy, and I couldnāt move my arms, and I felt myself being stuffed into the trunk of my car. I was getting dizzy. Oh fuck, whatās happening to me?!
āWakey wakey, faggot!ā I heard Cliffās voice spit down at me. I opened my eyes, which felt as dry as my throat. Cliff?! What the fuck was going on? I couldnāt speak, and I realized I couldnāt move. My arms were bound behind me, and my legs were also tied up. I couldnāt turn my head to see where I was.
āWhat the FUCK is going on?!ā My voice cracked.
His nostrils were flaring and he brought his arm up in a fist. I winced and let out a small moan. He started laughing with an evil grin.
āP-Please,ā I was ashamed to cry but I couldnāt help myself, āPlease donāt hurt me!ā
He stood up. From this angle, he looked like a giant. And I noticed that he only wore his muscle shirt from earlier. Otherwise, he was naked: no pants, no underwear, just his large cock and balls hanging freely in my line of vision. In his hand he held a dirty sock and a roll of duck tape.
āI know you want this cock real bad,ā He grabbed it, āAll the faggots do, but none of them get it. You donāt deserve to taste a real manās meat.ā
What the fuck is going on? Iām not even gay, what the fuck?!
Before I could say anything, I felt him give a quick stiff kick straight to my balls. I screamed out from the blinding pain, and while my mouth was open, he stuffed the sock into it. I started gagging on the taste; pure foot sweat, but I couldnāt spit it out before sticking a strip of tape on me. I could only breath through my nose.
āYou canāt see yourself right now,ā He had his hands on his hips, ābut Iāve made a nice little set up for you. Youāre tied down in my special recliner; your bodyās sticking out under the front, and your face is just poking through the hole in the seat.ā
What? Iām tied up in a chair? What the fuck is going on?! My head was spinning from the pain.
Then, he turned around. His giant ass was facing me, the top cut off by the bottom of his shirt. Like I said, he was a gym rat, and his butt cheeks were like two giant globes. They were covered in brown hair, which got thicker and thicker near the crack. I could smell his disgusting unwashed sweat from hereā¦locker room assā¦with a faint ball sweat lingering in the background.
It seemed to get bigger. My eyes widened; he was about to sit on my face! I was crying out; my voice muffled by the sock, but then his cheeks spread apart and I saw the thick jungle of ass crack hair that swirled around his puckered pink hole. He rested down on my face. Everything went dark.
The smell was abhorrent. Thick, hot, ass funk was all I could smell. And I felt him move around a bit until the tip of my nose was poking up the ring of his asshole. I was gagging, from the ass sweat that was sticky onto my face, from the taste of the old sockā¦I started to sweat from his bodyās heat and the heat of this place. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?!
āYou wouldnāt believe how happy I was,ā His voice boomed above me, āWhen I heard you were going camping near these parts. See, I come up here all the time.ā He leaned back and somehow I felt my face dig deeper into his ass crack. I started screaming as loud as I could, even though my mouth was taped shut.
Then, he screamed, āSCREAM ALL YOU WANT, FAGGOT!!!ā My heart jumped, he continued, his voice lowered a bit, āBecause we are in the MIDDLE of NOWHERE!!! And NO ONE is going to look for you for the next TWO WEEKS!!!ā
I felt tears come to my eyes again. The stench of his ass was burning my nose, and I could barely breath. There was no air down here; only ass fumes.
He continued, āEarlier, you asked me what I did for a living? This is what I do. Faggots pay to worship me. Some wanna lick my pits, some wanna drink my piss, some want me to step on themā¦fuck some just wanna serve me grapes. Like Julius Fucking Caesar. Think of all the faggots that wish they could serve a real man like me. Making them pay for these privileges is my way of helping out the community. But all of them, my favorite part, pay me to sit on their pathetic faces. I could tell you were one of them moment I saw you. I donāt care if you think youāre not a faggot, but you are. I can easily tell a faggot in denial. Donāt worry; Iām here to help you realize your true place in life. For the next two weeks, youāll get to enjoy being stuffed nose first up my ass.ā
This canāt be happening to me! This was too disgusting!! I tried to fight against my restraints, or at least move my face out of his ass crack, but I was completely trapped.
āYouāre not going anywhere,ā I heard him turn the TV on, āIn my cabin, youāll be spending all of your time in my ass. Think of it likeā¦Iām the king, and youāre my throne. Sure, you think you hate it now, but I know for a fact that by the end of this week, youāll be begging me to fart down your throat while you make out with my asshole. Begging me. All the faggots I find end up doing that.ā
I couldnāt believe what I was hearing. This guy was a psychopath and a rapist. I didnāt care how much he hurt me; there was no way I would stoop so low that I would to something as humiliating as that.
āSpeaking of farts; I get gassy a lot. And my farts smell god-awful. And Iām sick of smelling them. The only reason I even talk to faggots like you is because I know that your kind would give anything to smell them for me. So, thatās gonna your job this weekend: you are gonna sniff up every single fart I rip. And you better do a good job, because I do NOT wanna even get a hint of my own gas. Donāt make me warn you more than once, faggot.ā
Without warning, he grunted and I felt his naked asshole press against the tip of my nose, and a giant eggy fart erupted out of it,
PPPPPPPPPPRPRPRPRRRRPRPRPRRRTRTRTRRT
It was the worst smell Iāve ever smelt in my life. It smelt like a carton of rotten eggs was stuffed up a dead skunkās ass. It was so hot and thick in my nose. I was coughing and gagging and ready to throw up, trying to hold it down. God, I could die under here!
āwhat did I JUST say, faggot?ā He yelled, āSniff it! Sniff the whole thing!!!ā
I was so afraid heād crush my balls again, I did what he asked me. I sniffed up all of the fart. It took ten sniffs of the disgusting gas to breath it all in, and even then, the scent still lingered. I could barely breathe with my face smashed up in his ass crack.
āThatās better,ā His voice was cheery, āMy assāll be your new home. Every night, Iāll watch my shows while you suck up my farts. When I go to sleep, youāll sleep with your face buried in my ass. I got a harness online to keep your face there, so you wonāt roll over. Iāll wake you up in the mornings by letting out my morning farts. The pantry and fridge are full of egg salad and canned baked beans. My favorite foods. Iāll be ripping so much ass, youāre little fag nose wonāt get enough of it.ā
I heard his intestines grumble above me, and I started screaming again. This couldnāt be happening to me. This felt like a nightmare.
He ignored my screams, āAfter the first few days, Iāll have you lick all of the sweat off my ass cheeks and crack. This place doesnāt have a shower, so Iāll be using your tongue to clean me off. After that, Iāll let you kiss my ass cheeks and hole. Finally, during the last week, Iāll let you make out with my asshole. And Iāll be farting up your nose and down your throat. And by then, Iāll stop using toilet paper. Your tongue will be my new toilet paper. Because letās face it; youāre useless when you arenāt snorting farts and cleaning my shitty asshole.ā
I started crying again. This was pure insanity. I couldnāt even think clearly because of that last fart, and everything he was telling me was beyond belief. This guyās been planning this evil torture for weeksā¦and there was no way I could call for help. I was going to be stuck in his assā¦two weeks?!
āHere comes another one; get ready faggotā With another grunt, a giant fart exploded into my poor nose. I fought against the urge to get again, and this time I sniffed it up as quickly as I could. It burned my nostrils. I felt him shake with laughter above me,
āSee? Youāre getting the hang of it already! Fags are quick learners, after all.ā
This was going to be the worst two weeks of my life. I wouldnāt stand for it. Once he let me go, I would go to the police and have him arrested. And the second I get the chance, Iāll fight him off and make a run for it. I donāt care that heās bigger than me, I have ot try. Iāll sniff his farts for now, but I will NOT kiss his ass, I will NOT āmake outā with his ass hole, I will NOT clean his disgusting ass with my tongue, and I will NEVER, NEVER beg for his farts!
It was three in the afternoon; I sat in my grey seat at my grey desk under grey fluorescent lighting. I was tapping my pen against my grey desk. I even wore a grey shirt. But I was smiling.
It was Friday. The email gave me the address to go to at 10 pm that night.
After the office closed, I stopped into 7-11 to pick up an egg salad sandwich. Then I sat in my apartment, the TV on but I wasnāt watching it. My eyes were bouncing from the TV screen to the clock, wishing the hours would tick by faster.
I got to the apartment building at 10 pm. The email told me to wait outside the door of 307; no knocking, just wait.
I stood there, staring at my watch, tapping my toes. I was breathing heavily, licking my lips. My mouth was dry.
The door opened and a little blond faggot stepped out. He glanced at me, for a second, then immediately dropped his eyes to the floor. Sir Clifford was standing at the door, he said, āSee you next week, Faggot Number 16ā The blonde faggot walked down the hall in a rush, his head down.
āEgg salad! My favorite!ā Sir Clifford took it from my hands. He gestured me to follow him into his apartment building. āThanks Faggot Number 17.ā My heart was beating fast and I smiled.
āI live to serve you, Sir Clifford.ā
He smirked at me, his godlike figure standing next to the counter, āWhy did you get me egg salad, Faggot Number 17?ā
My voice was shaky, āBecause it makes you fart, sir.ā
āAnd why do you want me to fart?ā
āBecause itās my job to sniff up all of your farts, sirā I could feel my faggot prick grow hard in my jeans, āAndā¦I was hopingā¦you would,ā
āā¦I was hoping you would let me make out with your asshole, sir.ā I gulped. He stared down at me, a smirk growing on his face. I added, āP-Please Sir?ā
Sir Clifford laughed at me. He took the sandwich out of the package and wolfed it down. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he said,
āLike I wrote in the email, our sessions cost $100. Show me you have that money, faggot.ā
I pulled out five 20s from my pocket and held it out to him.
āTell me exactly what youāre doing faggot.ā
āIām paying you to fart up my nose, and hopefully into my open mouth.ā
He snatched the bills from my hand, āThatās what I like to hear,ā His smile was beautiful.
He turned around and pulled his pants down, āIām going to sit down and watch a movie, using you as a chair, but first I want you to thank my asshole for accepting you into my line of faggots.ā
He spread his beautiful, god like ass cheeks apart, and his hole looked back at me. His globes were covered in manly hair. I imagined the scent, I imagined the sweat. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him, stuffing my fag snout into his asshole. I kissed it, deeply, and said, āThank you, Sir Cliffordās asshole, for letting me worship you. I know you donāt need me because you have 16 other faggots who kiss you and sniff your farts and clean you. I know Iām worthless and below you, but thank you for giving me the chance to worship you with the others. Please fart in my mouth, Sir Cliffordās asshole, itās what Iāve been looking forward to all week!ā
I made out with Sir Cliffās asshole while he farted down my throat.