#guy farts

our sex life has been a little bland, we've exhausted most of what we're in too and we're looking for a bit for a bit of spice up so you ask me what I wanna try, I light up at the thought of telling you my fart kink, however you're a bit unsure you've never done anything like this, everything in you're mind tells you that that's gross and you can't but you decide to give it a try

and as you sit on my face, isn't is so comfortable, just sitting there

I bet you wanna sit there for hours don't you

just relax, relax those muscles and the suddenly

BRRRRFFFFTTTTT

you blush at first, it still feels wrong but then it feels unexppanibly good, you watch me squirm, moan underneath you and sniffing eagerly and dosent it feel so good to make me a little bitch under you, humiliating me was always your favorite thing

so you let out a other one

pffttttt

then another

brrrrt

it feels so good to relax and let it out

just let it out

you thought this was gonna be a one time thing, rip ass get me off then forget this rver happened but, strangely, were sitting on the couch and you need to fart so so bad

and a cutie like you should never have to hold it in, you suddenly get an idea

you situated on my lap, quickly, you normally so this so I didn't think much of it but thej

suddenly

BRRRRRTTTTTTT

you giggle and make eye contact with me and my blush and embarrassment instantly turns you on, I always was such a good girl,

but then I whisper in your ear, "dosent it feel so good to fart on me"

that you realize how wet/hard you are, and how fucked you are

you are a fart bitch and there's no going back

so go on

let another one out for me

Tonight was finally the night of the StrayKids concert. After months of scouring ticket sites, you had managed to score some nosebleed seats, not the best, but at least you’d get to see them live. You were even more excited because of the rumors that there might be a collab with Wonho in the works.

When you reach your seat, you start to realize what it means to be in the nosebleeds. In the shuffle, you bump into a guy in the middle of a phone call. “Well, I’m sure we can find someone! Granted, the last guy didn’t-watch it!” “Sorry! Just trying to squeeze through.” You stammer out. He eyes you up and down and smirks. “James, I’ll be down in two minutes.” He says hanging up the call. “These seats suck, don’t they?” “A little but, as long as I get to see them live, I’ll go home happy!” You exclaim.

”Do you have a favorite member?” He asks

”It’s hard to pick just one but…Bangchan is one of my top picks!”

”Oh really?”

”Yeah! His choreography is so calculated, and his solos are some of the best on the albums. Plus, he’s so hot, like those muscles are insane!” You practically blurt out, and he eyes you like a cat.

”Y’know, I might have a way to get us a bit closer, if you want.”

”Really?”

“My friend, James, actually just sent over an extra V.I.P ticket. Want it?”

And with that, you’re ushered down to the barricade just inches from the stage. The stagehands give you a specialized lanyard that reads “Perfect Seat”, which you guess is the name of the row you’re in, but that doesn’t really matter because you’re practically on the stage. 

As the show begins, the murmurs of the crowd turn into roars! Bangchan steps out first in the sexiest leather pants, and you might have been one of the loudest voices to scream. You catch his eye and he winks before doing a small ass smack into the choreography. 

The concert more than meets your expectations and as the show reaches its end, Wonho steps on stage! He’s wrapped in the hottest latex pants that cling to his muscular thighs. They begin to perform their new song “U & Us”, when you’re pulled backstage by a security guard. The guard drags you past the barricades and won’t listen to your protests. He hands you off to the stage manager, who quickly assesses you and says, “Oh, his face is perfect,” and ushers you out onto the stage.

The stage manager leads you to a chair in the middle of the stage while the boys are still performing. Wonho approaches and serenades you into the seat, keeping eye contact and making you blush. Making sure that you don’t notice the other boys tying your hands to the chair. Bangchan joins in and holds your chin as the boys break out into a very impressive dance number. You see the sweat pouring from his bicep as it centers in your vision, and he whispers a command into your ear, “Kiss”. Your cheeks burn, but you blindly oblige, and he ruffles your hair and says “good boy”. Each of the boys takes a turn making you their center of attention, and the crowd (and yourself) loves it. 

As the show ends, Wonho and Bangchan lift your chair and carry you off the stage. The other bandmates laugh behind their hands as you start to struggle and finally realize your hands are tied. Wonho and Bangchan ignore the struggle and bring you back to Wonho’s dressing room. Covered in sweat, the two begin to undo some of their gear, muscles gleaming as the sweat-soaked layers are peeled off.

”So what do you think, Wonho? He looks like he could last.” Bangchan says, starting to undo his shoes.

”He’s going to have to. I need this sweat off of me and-“ Wonho says before blasting a fart in your direction, the back of his latex pants inflating and straining to hold in the blast. “Someone is going to have to deal with that,” he laughs as the smell begins to leak out and take over the room. 

“What’s going on? Is this a part of the V.I.P experie-“ You’re cut off as Bangchan reaches around from behind and plants one sock in your open mouth, then clamps the other down over your nose. Sweat pressing into your skin and the odor filling your nostrils, like being water boarded with his sweaty socks. You start struggling harder against the ropes as the smell begins to make your eyes water.

”Here’s the deal, and it’s a pretty sweet one if you ask me. You get a backstage pass to all of our shows and continue our tour with us. Plus, you get to be my own personal seat and sweat rag! It’s a win-win!” Bangchan exclaims, tightening his hold on your head. 

“Also, this time you’ll get to service me as well. Sweet, right?” Wonho says as he straddles your lap. He pushes Bangchan’s hand aside, lifts his beautiful bicep, and replaces the socks with his sweaty armpit. Your face is drenched in his pit sweat as you thrash to escape, smearing the sweat even more. You feel Bangchan’s hand return to the back of your head, steadying it in the swamp of hair and sweat. Each breath filled with Wonho’s musk.

”Easy there! We don’t deal with tantrums, so calm down and just take some deep breaths. When you feel like you’re ready to talk, give this pit a good couple of licks.” Bnangchan says sternly as Wonho giggles at your predicament. He can’t really be expecting you to lick his sweaty armpits! That’s just gross! And what did he mean by serve and personal seat? Granted, the more you breathed in Wonho, the easier it became, even if it was a little gross. Wonho begins moving his pit around, and you take a deep breath. It’s not as rancid as you first thought, musky but not too overwhelming. So you stick your tongue out and start licking his hairy pit.

”Oh ho, that’s what I’m talking about! Get in deeper! I don’t want any smell left in there!” Wonho laughs as he continues to drown you in his post-concert pit sweat. You find yourself getting lost in the motions as he swiftly switches his armpit, making sure both get the proper treatment. Bangchan grabs your hair and yanks you out of the armpits that have held you hostage for the past ten minutes.

”You look a bit more willing now. So let’s chat, and if you think about yelling, I’ll have Wonho soak my socks in his pits and gag you with them. Got it?” Bangchan asks as you nod silently.

”Good, so how would you feel about being my personal stink slave?”

”Stink slave? I don’t know about that! I’m not even into whatever this is!” You manage to choke out

”Really,” Wonho chimes in “at least part of you is into it!” he says grinding his latex claw bubble butt down into the hard-on you didn’t know you had. You groan and writhe, feeling the pressure of the muscles and fat make you harder. He grabs your head and makes you hold eye contact with him. Then you hear a rumble and feel the biggest fart reverberate across your croth. The warmth from the fart and the pressure have you shaking with pleasure in your ropes. Wonho makes you hold eye contact until the 20 second fart is over.

“Haha! I think you might’ve actually broken him! So are you ready to be my personal fart slave?” Bangchan says open-handedly slapping your cheeks a couple of times. Your mind is too hazy to understand anything, completely rocked by the pleasure you just felt, but you feel your head begin to nod. 

“I think this calls for a celebration! Wonho, help me undo the ropes, then lay on your stomach.”

As the two undo your ropes, you feel their muscles jostle you, and suddenly you’re lying down on a soft pillow. You nuzzle into it as it begins to shake.

“He already loves my butt! I think I might have to take him back to the studio with me.” Wonho says, laughing, jiggling his cheeks even more.

“He can love your butt all he wants, but he’s my personal fart vaccum. I think it’s time I teach him what that means.” Bangchan says, stepping over you and blocking your view of the ceiling. He turns around and you see the leather pants stretching across his muscle ass. 

“I hope you’re ready, the last guy didn’t even make it past my socks. Your air is at my mercy. Got it?” he snaps.

“Yes.” 

“Yes, what? How do you address the man who controls your air?”

“Yes, Master!” you weakly reply.

“Good boy.” He says before dropping full weight onto your face. The force of the leather bubble butt smushes your nose and pushes you deeper into Wonho’s latex-clad meaty ass. He grinds down into your face, making himself comfortable. The leather drags across your face as he continues to smother you. Once he finally settles in, he holds still and grabs your arms. That’s when you realize you’re running out of air. Your head is engulfed by both idols asses. Latex and leather covering your ears and your head has fully disappeared. You start to thrash, but you’re no match for Bangchan’s muscular arms holding yours. He and Wonho both begin to laugh at your feeble attempts to escape. 

“What do you think, Wonho? Should we give him some air?” Bangchan says as you can hear his guts rumbling.

“I think he needs about two doses. You could throw one in too, if you want.” Wonho laughs as rumbles start to come from him as well. Your thrashing slows as you wait for the fresh air.

“Fart sandwich on 3! 1, 2, 3!” They both release a torrent of gas around your head. You’re trapped in the leather & latex bubble filled with pure gas and ass sweat. The smell leaks out of both and infiltrates your nose.

Suddenly, Bangchan lifts up and you gasp at the fresh air. Your face red and now coated in their  stink, you stare up at his satisfied smirk as he begins to undo his belt.

“Oh, you actually survived that? So, how does that offer sound now?” He says as he rubs his foot against your crotch, getting another moan out of you. Your mind crumbles as you respond, needy for his punishment and pleasure.

“Please, Master! Please make me your perfect seat!” You yell in between breaths.

“Atta boy!” He cheers as he fully pulls his pants down, showing off his sweaty sexy briefs. “Get ready for some close action blasts! You asked for it!” he says as he wiggles back down onto your face. He and Wonho use their farts to keep you on the edge of conciousness for over an hour. They leave you breathless and begging for more stink as they laugh at your desperation.