Freaky stuff

Today is my day off, and I plan on doing nothing all day. It’s 8 a.m. and I’m going to remain in my apartment all day, and I’ll spend majority of my time sitting on my recliner watching TV. I turn on the TV, and find that a marathon of Storage Wars is going on all day. Today is definitely going to be a good day.

Before I can kick my feet up to relax, I hear someone knocking on my door pretty hard. I moan as I get up and head to the door. I’m irritated; It’s only 8 and someone’s interrupting my day of relaxation. I open the door and my annoyed frown immediately falls off my face as I see who’s banging on my door. It’s a police officer, and the only word I can use to describe him is massive. This man must be at least 6′3, and at least 200 pounds of pure muscle. This man is hot and just my type, but there is one issue that has me on edge at the moment. His face is beat red, and his rage filled eyes are locked onto me. Although he has a look that makes me believe he will be hulking out at any moment, I, with a nervous smile, ask him, “Hello officer, does there seem to be a problem?”

My nervousness sky rockets as I see him clench his fists and make his biceps bulge in his brown uniform. He grinds his teeth for a few seconds, and with hatred laced in his voice, he says, ”So you’re the bastard who is sneaking into my house and fucking my husband?” he doesn’t wait for me to answer and I don’t think I could, even if he let me. My voice and body seem to be paralyzed by fear of if he gets physical, and of confusion. “So you and that bitch have been fucking behind my back and laughing about it? Well I’m getting the last laugh. I filed for divorce, and kicked his cheating ass out of my house. I don’t know or care if he is living on the streets right now. One thing I do know is now it is your turn.” I’m only 5′8, so he looks down at me with a smile full of malice.

He turns around, and for a brief moment I’m hopeful that he is about to leave. This cop is hot as sin, but he’s is crazy. My hopes are dashed when he doesn’t seem to be leaving. He’s just standing there with his back towards me. To prove his craziness even further, he pushes his hips forward and bends his knees to jut his ass out towards me. No matter what I think of him, this man has a hot bubble butt and it looks amazing framed in those brown uniform slacks. I’m broken from my trance of ogling his ass, when he says, “I think the last time you were at my house and fucking my ex, you left something. I think this belongs to a piece of shit like you. Ahhh there you go.”

I’ve had enough of this guy’s insanity! First he blames me for the end of his marriage. Now he’s saying odd stuff in this weird pose, with his ass pointed at me. He may be hot and a cop, but I’m not dealing with his madness anymore. I open my mouth, about to tell him to get the Hell out when a powerful smell hits my nose. It smells like rotten eggs and sweat. I look down at his ass. He didn’t just fart? Did he? Is that why he’s sticking is ass out, and pointing it in my direction? I look up and see him looking at me over his shoulder. He’s sporting an evil smirk. “Di-did you just fart?” As soon as I open my mouth I knew I made a big mistake. Just the smallest smell was making my eyes water, but opening my mouth to talk made me take in mouthfuls of this foul air. I’m not sure if he answered my question because I’m dealing with my eyes watering and gagging from this terrible smell.

“Yes I did buddy. I hope you like the smell of sulfur because I’m going to be your living Hell for a few hours.” With that he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me further into my apartment as he slams the door closed with his foot. When shuts the door he spins us around and slams me into the door. I’m stuck in my apartment with this lunatic who enjoys torturing people with his farts. If it weren’t for the lunatic part this would be my personal wet dream heaven. Since that isn’t the case, all I feel is fear and it must show on my face because he says, “Don’t worry you’ll most likely smell a quarter of my gas. You’ll probably pass out once I hit that mark, but that doesn’t mean I stop farting on you. No I’m unleashing all my gas on you so your skin will reek of my ass for at least a week. This is what a piece of shit like you deserves.” He finishes this with a cruel smile.

He then turns around, but backs up against me. He traps me between his massive body and the door. I’m trying to push him away, but it’s like pushing against a brick wall. I feel him wiggle his muscled ass, which is pressed against my stomach, as he says, “There’s been enough talking. Let’s start up your living Hell. Gentleman! Ready!” I feel him spread his legs and brace them as if something massive was heading straight at him, “Aim!” He then leans forward and pressing his ass harder into my stomach. I can only groan as he does this. “FIRE!” 

PPPPPPPPPHHHHfffffftttttttttt

Holy shit! That monster was about 30 seconds long. He farted on my stomach, but I felt the vibrations of the fart go through my whole body. I think my teeth are still chattering after that fart. Is this guy even human. I’m brought out of my thoughts as I hear him laugh. “Haha I’m must be doing something wrong if your just day dreaming. Well I guess that’s your way of telling me to kick it up a notch. Okay then you asked for it. Kid gloves are coming off.” He presses his ass harder into my stomach and I hear him grunting with effort.

PHHHft. Fffftt. ssssss. Psssssppttt. It’s official, this guy can’t be human. It’s been 5 minutes and he keeps on farting. There’s no end to it. This guy is a farting machine. Each fart he lets out is 3 to 5 seconds long. He keeps oohing and ahhing as he grinds his ass into my stomach and farts. I’m getting weaker by the second from his farts, and he knows it. He’s using it to his advantage. Every few seconds, he pulls his ass from me and lets my body slide down the door more and more. He is farting a trail up my body. Starting from my stomach, and I know it’s going to end with my face. Phhht. A fart let out below my chest. FFhhft. A fart ripped onto my chest. Pppssst. A fart covering my neck and chin. I find myself sitting on my butt in front of the door and him bending his legs some so his ass is level with my face.

I’m staring at his large bubble butt in my face, and know he is going to fart any moment now. Unlike before, his ass is a few inches from my face instead of being presses against my body. That’s going to change soon because he is looking down on me and I feel his huge hand on the back of my head. “In you go.” He says with another one of his sinister smirks. He pulls my face into his ass. His ass feels hard and warm against my face, and I can smell the left over farts leaking from his ass. I feel his ass against my face clench then relax. PPPPPPHHHHfffffffttttttttsssssss. His ass releases another long fart that lasts 45 seconds. Starts off loud and sounding like a trumpet, and ends with a disgusting wet sound.

I feel like I’m going to pass out any second now if I’m only allowed to breathe this tainted air. I wonder if this is how Superman feels when exposed to kryptonite. “I’m actually impressed you’re still conscious. Well that’s fine I still have plenty of gas, and I feel a big one brewing. This is definitely going to knock you out. So nighty night Zack.” Although my mind is hazy from all his gas a few things are starting to click together. As soon as he says the name Zack I start to understand what’s going on and I need to explain it to him. With the little energy I can muster I jab him in the crotch, and he goes down hard moaning a fuck. I slide, on the floor, to the other side of the room to get away from his farts. Unfortunately his farts have seemed to make their way over here, but the smell isn’t as powerful so I’m becoming more conscious and aware. I then realize this angry, massive, and gassy cop is stomping toward me. I turn my head, close my eyes, and put my hands out as if they would stop him and shout, “I’m not Zack! You got the wrong apartment!”

I hear nothing once I say that, and I slowly open my eyes. I see he is a few feet away from me, and he has a dubious expression on his face. With a clenched jaw he mutters in a clipped voice, “Explain.” I nod, “I’m Joe Mathews, You’re looking for Zachary West right?” he gives a nod and has a nervous expression on his face now. “Well he lives in apartment 3B. This is 3C. I don’t know Zack that well, but he’s never home much. From what I hear he’s kind of a man whore, so if he isn’t at work he’s at some other guys place.” The cop walks over to my front door and opens it to see 3C on the front.

When the cop turns around, I can’t believe what I see. His cheeks are red from embarrassment, and he has a guilty look on his face. “I-I’m so sorry. I thought this was that guy’s apartment. I’ve been so mad about my ex husband cheating on me with this guy for months. I’ve heard my ex has been seen with this hot guy. So when you opened the door, and with the way you looked, I thought you were him and I sort of flipped my lid.” I blush at that compliment, “Look I’m sorry for the roughing you up a-and farting I know that must have grossed you out. Look is there anything I can do so you won’t report this and I can keep my job.” He gives me a shy smile.

It’s been two days since that mix up with Ryan, and today is our first date. We haven’t seen each other since that night, but we’ve talked and texted numerous times. We’ve gotten to know each other through these little conversations, so even before our date I’m starting to fall for the guy.

Ryan hasn’t been sending me just texts; he’s also been sending me videos. The videos were showing his playful side. Ryan’s a cop, and in his first two videos, he’s messing with his partner with his farts. The last one he sent was different. In the first video he sent me, Ryan put his phone on the dash board of his patrol car, and started recording. It was just him and his partner finishing their burger for lunch. When they were both finished, Ryan locked the doors and windows, and let out a squeaking little fart. His partner groaned and Ryan started laughing and the video ended. In the second video, they were in a gym locker room. Ryan was standing with his phone in his hand. He brought the phone high in the air and angled it down as if he were taking a selfie. I could see his partner sitting on the bench rummaging through his gym bag unaware of Ryan’s ass pointed at the side of his face. Ryan stuck his ass out a release a loud deep fart that lasted for 6 seconds, and ended with a squeaky note. His partner covered his nose with the collar of his shirt and smacked Ryan in the back. Ryan just laughed and the video ended.

It just turned seven, and that’s the time we decided to have our date. I’m currently in my car, in the parking lot of the Rivera’s Diner. This is the Mexican restaurant Ryan chose to have our date at. He told me they have amazing Mexican dishes and he’s friends with the owner. I don’t see Ryan’s truck so he must not be here yet. That’s a good thing because right now I keep playing the last video he sent me, just an hour ago, over and over. It starts with him smiling at the camera and a rose under his chin. His phone then follows the rose as he brings it to his butt. He then releases a load and roaring fart on the defenseless flower. It last for nine seconds and a few of the pedals fall off during the fart. The video ends with him saying, “Ahhh. I hope you’re ready for this.”

I’m about to play the video again, but I notice movement in my peripheral vision. My car window’s down because it’s hot today. I turn my head and see a bulbous black object pushing into my window. It stops within inches of my face. PPPPPbbbbbhhtttt. A loud brassy sound erupts from the object. It lasted for 4 seconds and blows my hair back. My eyes water as a terrible smell bombards my nose, and spreads throughout my car. I then realize that black bulbous object is Ryan’s ass in black dress pants. Ryan sighs and turns around. He bends over to look at me, and gives me a huge smile. “I thought instead of focusing on that video I could give you the real thing.” He laughs as he opens my door and easily pulls me out. I forget how massive this guy is. We then make our way to Rivera’s Diner. Ryan fart’s on my leg four times as we head to the entrance with his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

As we get inside I notice there aren’t too many people here, but the smell wafting though the place is delicious. The place seems empty except for an elderly couple in a booth, and a few guys at the bar talking heatedly among themselves. A man of Mexican heritage, and big as Ryan, walks towards us with a huge grin. He is in a suit and once he reaches us he embraces Ryan with a bone crushing hug and Ryan reciprocates. It goes on for a few seconds, and then Ryan reaches behind himself and puts his hand over his butt. Ryan lets out a small poot in his hand and brings it toward the stranger’s face. Ryan laughs as the man pulls back with a face of disgust and humor. He looks at me and says, “Hi I’m Aaron. If you’re going to date this guy you better get used to that.” Aaron laughs and I laugh along with him. After that they talk for a bit. The conversation ends with Aaron begging Ryan not to stink this place out since he’s hosting a party tomorrow night. Ryan rolls his eyes and walks back to the door. He opens it and sticks his ass out the door. Aaron and I are silent as we wait for it. RRRRRRRPPPPttttt. A loud fart echoes all through the car lot as Ryan says, “I’ll try to be on my best behavior, but you better give us a table on the patio to be safe.”

Aaron looks at me and winks, “If you ever want to ditch this brute for someone more refined, you can usually find me here.” I pretty sure the goal of that was to goad Ryan, and it works. Ryan quickly moves back toward us and pulls me into his side with his huge arm around my shoulders. He turns a bit so his ass is pressed against my hip. Pbbt, pbtt, rbbtt. Three small farts are released on my hip. Ryan rubs his ass against me and sighs, “Ahhh to late Aaron I marked him as mine. I claimed him first.” He gives Aaron a shit eating grin. Aaron just wears a smirk, “Seeing as he’s a person I’m pretty sure you can’t claim him like that Ry.” Ryan now sports a face of determination, “Oh yes I can. I’ll just keep farting on him until he agrees to be mine.” Ryan then looks down at me with a grin.

“Aaron let’s not egg him on. If you challenge Ryan like that you know he will start farting on me immediately. And you know the stench of his farts won’t just be on me. It’ll spread through your whole restaurant. You don’t want that do you?” I say delicately. Trying to defuse the situation and stop Ryan from causing carnage with his ass. Aaron sighs but agrees in the end. He leads us to our table on the patio. It’s a nice and secluded spot, and the view is amazing. We can see the city lit up at night, and the night sky.

Ryan quickly moves toward the table and pulls a chair out for me. I give him a smile as I sit in the chair. I then feel something plump pushed against the back of my head. The empty chair across from me doesn’t have a massive headrest built on the back of it, so I don’t know what it is. Bbbrrrrtttt. I’m an idiot. Of course it was Ryan’s ass. I hear Ryan snicker behind me, and see Aaron giggling with his hand over his mouth. I blush from embarrassment and lusting after Ryan’s gassy ass. They continue to giggle like kindergartners, as Ryan makes his way to his seat on the other side of the table.

Once they compose themselves, Aaron hands both of us menus. Aaron turns and looks like he’s about to leave. He quickly bends over pointing his ass in Ryan’s face. RRRRRRbbbbbbbttttt. An 11 second, bubbly fart rips out of Aaron’s ass. It starts with Ryan’s face. Halfway through his sputtering butt points my way, and finishes in my face. Aaron sighs and stands up. He turns and gives us a smirk at our shocked expressions. He then winks again at me, “Ry’s my best friend. If you’re starting something with him, you should know that I’ll be farting on you a lot as well.” Aaron then leans over and whispers something in Ryan’s ear. Whatever he said, makes Ryan smile and blush. Aaron then turns and quickly poots in Ryan’s face and dashes back into his restaurant.

I got to ask, “What did he whisper to you?” Ryan continues to blush. He looks down as he replies, “He said he never liked my ex, and he didn’t deserve me. He likes you though, and if I ever treat you wrong he’ll call you on my phone to ask you out. While he sits on my face and smothers me with his farts.” I bark out a laugh, “I can’t believe I’ve met two farting monsters in under week. I wonder if its fortune or a curse.” Ryan smiles at me “Trust me Joey. At first it will seem wonderful, but eventually you’ll realize how terrifying this ass can be.” To prove his point, Ryan leans to the side, and PPPbbbbtt. He rips a 6 second fart and gives a relaxed sigh.

After that, our date goes on splendidly. The food is amazing, just like Ryan said. The conversation is great as well. He’s nice and funny all through dinner. He’s also considerate. Ever since we started eating, Ryan has been farting multiple times a minute. But he’s always leaning and pointing his ass off the patio, and wafting the smell away from us. It’s sweet but I hope no one accidentally walks through one of his fart clouds. Once we finish our meals Aaron returns with the bill. We both want to pay for it, but Ryan insists. He did assure me that I can pay for our next date. It pleases me to know that we’ll have another date, and this one isn’t even over yet.

As Aaron comes back for the bill I give him a genuine smile, “That was one of the best meals I’ve ever had Aaron. Thank you. I will definitely be coming here often, and I’ll be telling everyone about the amazing food here.” Aaron returns a genuine smile back to me. He then turns to Ryan and waggles his eyebrows, “You hear that Ryan? My restaurant has really impressed your date. Better be careful. I might fart in your face to stun you, and run off with him.” Ryan rolls his eyes, but appears not to have taken Aaron’s bate. Ryan holds out the bill and as soon as Aaron grabs it, Ryan strikes. He grabs Aaron’s hand and stands up. Ryan dawns an evil grin that has Aaron turning pale and me making and audible gulp.

“Come on Aaron. You know I love the food here. In fact, why don’t you try it for yourself?” Ryan throws his leg over Aaron’s hand and turns around. Ryan then pulls Aaron’s hand between his legs. Unfortunately for Aaron, that makes him tumble a bit. He lands face first against Ryan’s ass. Ryan laughs, “Bon appétit buddy.” Ryan grunts, and then BBBBRRRRRhhhhhpppppPtttTTTtttt. Ryan rips a 40 second massive fart on Aaron’s face. I can’t help but feel both sorry and jealous of Aaron. Aaron struggles madly to get away, but Ryan reaches back with his free hand and shoves Aaron’s face harder against his ass. “Nope! No escape for you man. How do those re-fried beans taste? Haha.” Ryan lets out a deep sigh as his fart ends. He releases the back of Aaron’s head, and Aaron falls onto his ass and looks completely out of it. “Ahhh. Wasn’t that delicious Aaron.” Ryan then stands and beckons me. Amazed at what I just witness, I simply walk towards him. He once again throws his big arm around my shoulders as we begin to go. As we walk by Aaron, who’s still on the ground and looks like he’s in another world, Ryan aims his ass towards his face. He lets out a small poot. Ryan giggles all the way to the parking lot.

As we walk in the parking lot, we head towards my car. I look up at Ryan, “Will Aaron be alright? He looked completely out of it back there.” Ryan smirks as he keeps looking forward. “He’ll be fine. He’s in what we both like to call, a fart coma. It only last a few seconds. He’s probably right as rain right now. He’s put me in a few fart comas, but I assure you I’ve put him in more. Don’t let anyone tell you different.” He smiles down at me, and just like that I feel relieved about leaving Aaron in that state.

When we reach my car I take his hand into mine. As I focus on our fingers entwined I say, “I know this sounds weird, but I must admit I was a kind of jealous. Before seeing the effect of a fart coma, I wanted to be in Aaron’s place pretty bad.” Ryan says nothing, and I look up towards his face worried. He’s sporting a cocky, smug grin on his face. Ryan places his big, meaty hands on my hips. He gently positions me with my back against the car. He then turns and backs his ass into me. With our height difference his ass is pressed against my stomach. This seems oddly familiar to the first time we met.

“No need to be jealous baby.” Ryan grinds his ass into my stomach, and releases a barrage of farts as he talks. “I’ve” Fart, “got enough” fart, “gas” fart, “for Aaron,” fart, “you,” fart, “and a whole football team.” Bbbbrrrrpppptttt. His last one was another one of his beast farts. It lasted for 14 seconds and reeks of Ryan’s butt musk. Each of his farts made my dick harder and now I have a full hard on. I can’t help but moan and thrust my cock into the back of his thigh to get any kind of friction. This sets Ryan off. He both growls and lets out a deep rumbling fart on me. Both vibrate through my body and to my core.

Ryan suddenly spins around facing me. He then tosses me over his shoulder and starts carrying me, caveman style, to his truck. I think he mutters something about getting my car tomorrow, but I’m not sure. I’m focused on something far more important at the moment. Right now I have a beautiful view of Ryan’s muscular, plump, bubble butt in his black slacks. Even upside down it looks beautiful. I can’t help but give it a firm smack. I hear Ryan grunt and I laugh. Ryan slows his stride some as his says, “Careful Joe, hit my butt, it’ll hit you back.” As soon as his says that pbbbt. A squeaky fart is launched into my face. I moan and bury my face into his bubble ass.

A few seconds later we reach Ryan’s truck. He throws open the passenger door and sets me down in the passenger seat. He then reaches past me and lifts up the arm rest for the passenger and driver seats. Ryan then moves me so that my head is in the driver seat looking up. He shuts the door and a few moments later the driver side door opens. Ryan’s face looks down at me and he gives me a wicked grin. “See babe, no reason to be jealous. You’ll always get the best seat in the house.” He laughs as he steps into the truck. Slowly Ryan’s large ass descends onto my face. His juicy ass easily dominates my face, and blocks me from the outside world as he fully sits on me. He grinds his ass on my face to get himself comfortable. As soon as he starts his truck up, all hell breaks loose with his ass. PPbbbbbttt, RRbbbsss, sssssttttt, RRRRhhhbbbttt, sssssss. So many farts are assaulting my nose as he sits on my face and drives. Loud ones, wet ones, squeaky ones, and silent ones. I think Ryan has ripped every humanly possible fart in my face. And he isn’t stopping or slowing down. I don’t know how long I lasted but I can’t endure any more. I pass out.

As I wake up and get my bearings, I notice I’m neither in my own bed nor in my apartment. Then I remember my date with Ryan and meeting Aaron. I look through the window and see it’s still dark. I don’t think too much time has passed, so where’s Ryan? I sit up in the bed when a chuckle fills the room. I look toward the bedroom door and my jaw drops. Ryan is standing with his back towards me, and he’s wearing the tightest pair of underwear that I’ve ever seen. They’re grey and make his massive bubble ass look even bigger. I didn’t think that was possible. Ryan backs up to the foot of the bed and hooks his thumbs in the top of his underwear. Ryan looks at me over his shoulder and gives me a cocky grin. He then starts pulling down his underwear, and letting his bubble butt spill over the top. As he pulls the underwear down his massive legs, I see his winking hole and his big dick and bull balls.

His ass in all its glory is magnificent. I put my hand on my cock and start to jerk myself off. Ryan quickly ends that. While standing and looking away from me Ryan, in a dominant voice, says. “Stop that now Joe! The only way you’re coming tonight is just with my farts.” Ryan gets on the bed and starts crawling backwards towards my face. He finally stops moving with his ass a few inches from my face. He is currently straddling my chest. Ryan reaches back with both hands. He brings one hand under each butt cheek. He then starts jiggling them. The sight of his jiggling ass is sexy but what happens next easily makes my cock erupt. PPpppPPPRRRRrrrrbbbBBBBbbbTTtttttTTTTtssssssss. A 30 second fart comes out of his butt. With Ryan jiggling his ass cheeks, his fart constantly keeps changing pitch and tone. I can’t hold it anymore I shoot my load. Once I finished, I notice Ryan shaking above me. I feel is cum splatter onto my stomach. And as he comes he lets out a poot right in my face with my mouth wide open.

This story includes other raunchy stuff besides farting. Trying something a little new.

I groan as someone pounds on my door. It must be my deadbeat of a cousin, Casey. Even though we look like twins we couldn’t be even more different, and unfortunately he’s now living with me. He must’ve forgotten his key again. When he first asked to move in with me and I said no he went crying to my aunt. My aunt went to my mom and I relented under their combined nagging and let Casey move in. It’s been hell. He’s jobless so I get no compensation, he eats most of the food I buy, and comes in at all times of the night, stinking of booze and waking me up. I haven’t got a full night’s rest since he moved in.

I’m already scolding him as I open the door. “How many times do-” my words die on my lips at the stranger I find on the other side of my door. I’ve no clue who the handsome guy is but he is insanely ripped, he must be some sort of bodybuilder. Every inch of him is bulging with muscles; he’s easily twice my size. He’s wearing a red muscle-shirt and a blue pair of exercise shorts; they’re helping to show-off how jacked his body is. I also notice his body and clothes are drenched with sweat like he just finished working out, wierd.

I break the awkward silence, “Um can I help you?”

“Are you Willems?” The man asks with a neutral expression.

“Yes” I respond since Willems’s my last name.

A thunderous look forms on his face. “YOU! Because of your worthless ass Rachael’s been upset all week.” The man growls as he starts stalking towards me, forcing me to back up. The man kicks my apartment door closed behind him with his foot, trapping me inside with him.

“Hey-hey I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t even know a Rachael” I try to reason.

This only seems to anger the bodybuilder. “Oh she remembers you and she described you perfectly to a T. But if you don’t remember her, maybe a stay in my swampy pits will jog your memory”

The guy gets right in my face before lifting his right arm behind his head, exposing his sweaty, furry armpit. His left hand grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into his rank pit.

My face is smothered in his sopping wet armpit. My mouth’s unfortunately open so I’m both tasting and smelling his pungent, salty b.o. He starts working my face up and down, covering it with his pit sweat. 

The guy smashes my face harder into his pit and growls. “Tongue out now you little bitch. Clean my nasty pit!” 

I hesitantly stick my tongue out; there’s nothing else I can do. I can’t escape his powerful grip and I don’t want to enrage this insane bodybuilder anymore.

I start licking his pit and cringe at the bitter taste that overwhelms my taste buds. I feel his sweat and stray pit-hairs coating my tongue as I continue cleaning him. 

After another minute or so, he pulls my face out of his pit. I know I look a mess with my face dripping with his sweat.

“Please, I don’t-”

But he cuts me off, “Oh no need to beg, I got another rank pit for you to service.” The guy grabs my head with his other hand and lifts his left arm, exposing his other pit. I can barely get out a whine before he’s shoving my face into it.

“Get to work or I’ll break every bone in your body, bitch-boy” he threatens. I heed it and get to work, licking his sweaty pit.

“Yeah you taste that? That’s the taste of fucking with the wrong guy’s baby sister. Since you’ve been treating her like shit I’ve decided to make you into my own personal sweat-rag. Welcome to hell bitch-boy.” He taunts.

He finally frees me from his other pit and I greedily gasp for cool, fresh air. I wanna spit out his lingering sweat in my mouth but I feel that will anger him.

“Please listen-” I beg but he shuts me down again.

“Shut the hell up bitch-boy. The only thing your mouth should be doing is licking my sweat.”

The bodybuilder then shoves me roughly to my knees, aligning my face with his crotch. He then pulls down his shorts and reveals that he’s wearing a jockstrap underneath. I’m face to face with his yellow-stained, dingy, sweat-soaked crotch. I glance up and see he’s sporting a malicious grin.

“Take a smell of a real man, bitch-boy” he says before grabbing my head and shoving my face into his hefty crotch. He blankets my face with his well-endowed bulge, forcing me to huff up his potent, personal man-musk. I’m gay so I can’t deny that I’m enjoying this, but I have to remember that this guy’s crazy.

He then starts criciling his hips, dry-humping my face. “Yeah gonna mark you as my property with my dick sweat, bitch-boy.”

The guy abruptly pulls my face from his crotch. “Oh how rude of me, let me introduce myself.” He says as he turns around with me still on my knees. I’m too busy wiping the sweat out of my face to see. I finally take notice when I open my eyes and find his ass inches from my face.

The guy’s ass is enormous. Like the rest of his body, his ass is muscular, but at the same time it’s also covered in a layer of fat. Just one of his buttcheeks is about the size of my head. Also like the rest of him, his huge ass is coated with a thick sheen of sweat.

“I’m known as Frank the Tank, and people call me that for 2 reasons. The first reason is for, well come on, look at these muscles” He says cockily as he flexes his bicep, “And secondly it’s because of this big fella. “ He grabs a handful of his meaty ass. “This is my personal tank and unfortunately for you it’s always loaded.”

Frank suddenly reaches behind, grabs the top of my head, and slams my face into his bare, sweaty, fat rump. I give an unmanly yelp as my face is submerged in between his meaty, moist globes.

“This is for treating my sister like shit… GGH”

PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHtststssssssssss

“This is for having me go out, find you, and teach your bitch ass a lesson… HGH”

FFFFFFFWWWWWWststststststsststsss

“And this is for every girl you’ll meet in the future. If you ever even think of mistreating them I want you to remember my stink and think again… NGH” 

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR-TTTTTTTTTTststsstststsststsss

Frank proceeds to rip 3 trumpeting but also wet-sounding farts right up my nose. The final one’s the biggesting, lasting 14 seconds long. The smell of his farts are horrendous; they reek of sulfur and rancid meat. 

With a wet schlorp, he pulls my face out of his ass and I’m coughing and gagging. Frank looks down at me, over his shoulder, and laughs cruelly. “Hehe I hope you liked that cause you’re about to get real personal with my big, sweaty glutes. I just want to get more comfortable and have a nice long sit on your face bitch-boy”

He shoves me to the floor with his foot, lying me out on my back. Frank stares down at me, frowning. I follow his gaze and see my hard-on, visible beneath my sweats. 

I look back up and see a mixed expression of confusion and anger on his face. “You sack of shit! I can’t believe my baby sister fell for a closet-case bitch-boy like you. No matter, I know how to deal with your ass.”

Frank reaches down and into the side of his jock, and pulls out his sweaty, hairy bull balls. His huge, egg-sized nuts dangle between his legs. “Ah, that’s the stuff. My tankers needed some cool air.” he says happily.

He then looks at my face with a lopsided grin. “There’s been a change of plan. My butt and farts in your face can wait, right now you’re in for a long t-bag session. Smothering your face under my sweaty nuts for an hour or two should make you understand that you’re gay. But don’t worry I have plenty of sweaty ass bombs to drop on your face afterward.”

“You better take a deep breath of fresh air because you won’t be getting anymore for a while.”He warns as he starts walking over me, heading towards my face.

This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced but this guy’s a lunatic. I don’t let his muscles, manly musk, or farts make me forget that he could be a danger to me. I bring my leg up and kick him square in his unprotected balls.

Frank lets out a bark of pain before covering his nuts with his hands. He falls to the floor like a cut down tree. His eyes are clenched shut and he keeps muttering ‘fuck’. I hop up and dash to my room, not wasting a second. I quickly return with two work ties, and with him still overwhelmed with pain I tie his feet together and his hands together. I do it in a way so his muscles and strength won’t help him out.

As I stand up, Frank’s pain recedes and he starts struggling as he realizes the situation that he’s in. “Untie me” he growls, glaring up at me.

I look at him like he’s stupid. “No way I’m freeing your crazy ass.”

“If you didn’t fuck with my little sister we wouldn’t have a problem.” He seethes.

I roll my eyes before pulling out my phone bringing up a picture of me and my nearly identical cousin together. Frank’s eyes focus on the image. “I’m Nick and I’m gay. My cousin Casey is straight and is known to fuck-over his girlfriends” I inform him.

“Damn mooching, freeloading cousin. It’s my day off and now I’ve got to call the police.” I say mostly to myself, alarming Frank.

“Whoa Whoa let’s not do anything too hasty here” he says nervously.

I shake my head, “Look I don’t like my cousin but I don’t want Captain America with anger problems killing him.”

“Hey I’m not looking to kill him; I’m just gonna fuck with him a bit” he says.

I wordlessly navigate to the number pad on my phone and start dialing 911. “Wait, wait, wait. Maybe we can help each other out.” He pleads.

I stop and look at him with a raised eyebrow. “How about you untie me and let me deal with your cousin. We both get what we want. I get revenge for him hurting my baby sister and for you I can scare him into moving out. From what it sounds like you want him gone.” He negotiates.

“You really think you can make him leave?” I ask, sounding intrigued.

“Oh I know I can. Untie me and the loser’s good as gone.” he says with a cocky smirk.

I chew on my bottom lip while thinking it over for a couple of seconds. I really want Casey gone, so what the hell. 

I take a knee and start unbinding him. “Listen Casey’s going to be here in like 10 minutes. He’s going to take a nap before going out and drinking with his buddies like he does every night.” I explain as I untie him.

“Oh that’s perfect.” Frank says as he stands up. He then takes off his shirt and asks, “Where’s his room?”

I don’t answer right away; I’m a little too preoccupied with staring at his sweaty, ripped abdomen. Frank cheekily bounces his pecs for me. I look up and my face reddens when I see that he’s smirking.

“Um, his room’s right there.” I point to the closed door to the right, with my mouth feeling dry. The guy has the audacity to wink at me before heading towards Casey’s room. I follow him, curious about what he’s going to do.

Frank strolls into Casey’s room and gets straight to work. First he heads to Casey’s dresser, opens up every drawer, and farts in each one. Ppbt, fhht, rvvb, brrf. Next Frank opens Casey’s closet, turns around, and bends over. He proceeds to rip a 9 second, airy fart. FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPPP. He sways his ass from left to right, making sure to douse all of Casey’s clothes in his butt fumes.

“Oh yeah I’m gonna butt bomb everything he owns; he’ll never escape the stink of my ass.” Frank promises as he stands up on Casey’s bed. He walks up to the head of the bed, turns around, and takes a seat. He plants his massive, bare, sweaty ass on Casey’s pillow. 

 Frank’s eggy farts quickly fill the room and it has me hard as hell. .Frank notices my reaction and smirks. “You’ve seen nothing yet. Take a listen to this… NGH” Frank curls his hands into fists, closes one eye, and bears down on Casey’s unfortunate/lucky pillow.

BBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWFFFFFUUUUUUUURRRRRRRR

Frank rips a gargantuan, 15 second, rumbling fart onto the pillow that has enough power to make the entire bed shake. Frank’s red-faced but sighs in relief. “Ah, Damn that felt good. Hehe that was just for you cutie.” Frank says and gives me a wink. Holy shit is he gay?

“Now here’s what’s going to happen” Frank goes on to tell me his plan and I agree to it. It’s simple and will deal with Casey. I go back into the other room, pick up Frank’s scattered clothes, and toss them into my room. I hear steps nearing the front door and know it’s Casey. I shut Casey’s door and Frank hides in his closet. I grab my phone, wallet, and keys just as Casey opens the front door. 

I walk past Casey, out the door. “We’re nearly out of food so I’m going grocery shopping for the second time this week.” I tell him irritably.

“Get more pizza rolls” he orders before shutting the door behind me. Normally that would’ve ticked me off but I smile happily as I leave the building.

CASEY’S POV

I walk into my room smirking. My pushover of a cousin is the perfect person to crash with. I immediately cover my nose with my hand and groan at the atrocious smell that fills my room. It stinks of rotten eggs and onions. I hesitantly make my way to my bed, where the smell is more intense. I lean down to take a sniff of my pillow. I recoil and nearly puke from this mysterious, vile stench.

Suddenly my closet door bursts open and a guy shouts, “Surprise motherfucker” the guy’s musclar as fuck, all sweaty, and the only thing he’s wearing is a flimsy jockstrap. I’ve never seen anything more disgusting. 

A sense of dread suddenly fills me when I realize who this is. It’s Rachael’s older brother Frank, who’s a gay-ass bodybuilder. I’ve seen pictures of him at her place. Shit, is that bitch so mad that I stole money from her and fucked a girl at her place that she sent him after me. 

I make a break for the door but Frank easily stops me by grabbing me by the back of the neck. He turns me around to face him. “You ain’t goin anywhere princess, you’re gonna pay for fucking with my sister. Once I’m finished with you, you’re going to have to accept the new role of your life as my” Frank pauses to swallow a mouthful of air before pounding his beefy chest. With a sadistic glint in his eyes, he brings his mouth right up to my nose.

BITCH-UURRPPP 

Frank belches the word right in my face and it has me gagging and my eyes watering. It stinks of spoiled milk. 

“Haha I hope you liked that because I have so much more of my stink to introduce you to.” he taunts, “In fact why wait let’s get you comfortable so you can indulge in my stink.” Frank grapples me to the floor and he traps me in a headscissor hold. I find my head locked in between Frank’s muscular, sweaty quads and the bottom of his massive bulge resting against my chin and lower lip. 

I cry in disgust as I try to pull my face away from his crotch but Frank’s thighs keep me in place. “Ha, where do you think you’re goin sunshine? You’ve won a free stay in my swamp crotch. Now be a good little stink-bitch and huff up my sweaty boys!” With that Frank grabs the back of my head and shoves my face into his warm, sweaty pouch.I struggle as I feel his heavy balls and thick schlong covering my face. The pungent and sour stench of his swamp crotch is making me nauseous. 

Frank makes things worse as he starts shifting his hips, back to forth, humping my face. I feel completely humiliated. “Ah that’s it stink-bitch feel me, smell me. This is what a real man is. Something you never were or ever will be.” he says, degrading me.

Rage courses through me and I yell out, “Shut up, you’re just some stupid, cock-sucking, faggo-ACK” Frank flexes his quads wrapped around my head, silencing me and causing me immense pain.

Frank growls above me, “You shouldn’t have said that, now I’m really mad, stink-bitch.” Frank uses one hand to pull my face away from his crotch and with the other he pulls down the front of his jock and hooks it just behind his balls. I wince and turn away from his semi-hard dick and his hairy, sweaty bull balls that’re right in my face. His crotch musk is 10x more potent. 

Frank grabs my head and turns my face back towards his junk. “Stop struggling you little fucker, you’ve got a job to do. Now be a good little stink-bitch and lick my sweaty balls clean.” He lifts his cock up with his left hand and uses his right to pull my face into his hairy, sweaty nut sack. I seal my eyes and mouth shut as my lips and nose sink into his fleshy balls.

“That wasn’t a request! Start licking before I pop your head like a grape!” He growls and starts flexing his quads, putting the squeeze on my head. With no other choice I slowly stick out my tongue and lick his sweaty sack. A shiver of disgust flows through me as I taste him.

This is horrific; I feel some of his loose ball hairs decorating my tongue.Frank taunts me while I continue to lick his nuts.”There’s a good stink-bitch, wash my boys clean” “Yeah that’s it know your place, beneath this gay alpha’s balls” “Haha I doubt my sister will want your lips anywhere near her once she learns my balls have been in your mouth”

“You’re doing a decent job down there stink-bitch, here you’ve earned this.” Frank arches his back, thrusting my face deeper into his crotch, and tenses.

PPPPPPHHHHHRRRRRBBBBBBB

Frank angles his ass in a way that his trumpeting fart flows through his legs, over his taint, past his balls, and hits my tongue and nose. The taste of his bitter ball sweat combined with his sulfuric fart has me coughing and retching. 

The villainous bodybuilder laughs at my suffering. “Hehe, if you didn’t like that then you’re going to hate what I have in store for you. Prepare yourself buddy because it’s time to clean my sweaty cornhole.”

“FUCK NO!” I cry but it’s already too late, he’s already rearranging me with his insane strength and locks me in a reverse headscissor, with my face trapped in his sweaty asscrack. We’re both on the floor, on our stomachs, with me locked in his thighs.

I shake my head wildly and fruitlessly as I feel his sweaty asshole kissing my lips. Frank’s deep chuckle rumbles through my body. “Ha, order up stink-bitch. Get the licking!” He commands.

I wanna scream no but there’s no way in hell I’m opening my mouth with his asshole grazing my lips. Frank growls again, “Like I said before, this isn’t a fuckin request.” He squeezes his thighs, crushing my face and cutting off my oxygen. I endure as long as I can but it’s no use; I accept my fate and start licking his asshole. I nearly dry-heave on the vile taste of his sweaty, wrinkled pucker. This psychotic bodybuilder sighs obnoxiously as I clean his hole.

After a few more licks, Frank chimes in. “Hey stink-bitch I’ve got something else for you to taste.” Frank flexes his quads again, choking me out. When he relaxes his muscles, I gasp for air and as I do that…

RRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWTTTTTTT

Frank launches a raunchy, 7 second fart that echoes down my throat. I cough and retch on his noxious, eggy ass gas.

“Ah, did you like my protein fart? Whether you did or not, I’m gonna be shoving more down your gullet” Frank repeats the process of how he just farted in my mouth, several times.

Flex

I gasp

BBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFPPPPP

Flex

I gasp

PPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHFFFFFFFF

Flex 

I gasp

FFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRRRR

Frank rips 3 beefy farts in my mouth that has me coughing and gagging. His gas reeks of digested meat and onions, and it’s all I can taste and smell.

“Ah, that felt good. DId you enjoy that?” He asks. I try to say no but my muffled cries aren’t understandable. “I’ll take that as a yes. Well here you go buddy, have all you want.”The dick says. It appears he’s done holding back. Does he ever run out of gas?

BBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPP 

RRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFF

PPPPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBB

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMM-WWWWWWWWTTTTTTTT

BBBBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRR

PPPPPPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFF

FFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTTT

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP

PPPPPPPPPPPPMMMMMMMMMM-HHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBB

“Damn those protein shakes fuck me up” “Now they’re gonna fuck you up too” “Do me a favor and eat my farts so I don’t have to smell ‘em; thanks buddy” “Ah, you can brush your teeth all you want, but after this, my butt stink will never leave your mouth” “That reminds me, I gotta fart on your toothbrush before I leave” “Oh, I’m one gassy fucker tonight” “Well am I right or am I right” “Yeah this is how a real man farts, something you sure as hell ain’t” “Fucking choke on it”

Frank keeps torturing me with his farts but what else he has to say scares the hell out of me. 

“I’m glad I know where you live now” bbwwp “Everyday after my workout I’ll stop by so you can lick me clean and swallow my farts” fhhrr “I mean you are my personal stink-bitch after all” ppaab “And it’s not like you’ll tell the cops” fwwwr “I mean if you do everyone will know that you were eating out a gay guy’s ass” rrmmt “No girls well wanna come near you” ppmmab “Yep, I believe this is the start of a beautiful relationship… NGH”   

Franks flexes his quads and glutes, forcing my lips to seal around his butthole.

BBBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFF

RRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMPPPPPPPP

His hellish asswind inflates my cheeks and lungs, overwhelming me. Mercifully I feel myself passing out. ‘I’ve got to move out’ I think to myself before everything goes black.

NICK’S POV

I return after an hour and I take it as a good sign that I don’t see any police cars. Frank comes out of the bathroom as I enter my apartment. He’s wearing his shorts now but is shirtless. I once again can’t stop myself from ogling his jacked abs and chest. He laughs and bounces his pecs again to tease me.

“Uh, where’s Casey?” I ask.

“Oh he’s in his room, passed out. He should be out for a while.” Frank says as he puts his muscle-shirt back on.

“Did you do it? Is he going to move?” I ask anxiously.

Frank gives me a cocky, lopsided grin. “Oh it worked, as soon as he wakes up he’ll be packing his bags. He’ll be gone by the end of the day.” He tells me confidently. 

I feel relieved, hearing this but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do next. Do I thank him?

Frank laughs and shakes his head before he starts to leave. “It was nice working with you Nick” He says as he pats my shoulder as he walks past me.

“Um y-yeah” I stutter as I watch him leave. I’m nearly hypnotized by his magnificent ass as he walks away. His bulbous, melon-sized buttcheeks bounce with his every step and it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

Just before he reaches the door, Frank looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin. “You know what Nick? Let me show you my thanks for helping me out.” 

With that, Frank reaches back and pulls his shorts down, just beneath his ass. His meaty globes, covered in a dusting of fur, spill out and wobble in the open. He then bends at the knees, arches his back, and pushes his bubble butt out. He then places his hands on his knees and starts grunting and straining.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

A mammoth of a fart comes roaring out of his ass and it lasts over 2 and a half minutes. Frank’s gas is so powerful that his bubbly cheeks jiggle throughout his entire fart. The rancid stench of rotten eggs and raw sewage spreads throughout every corner of my apartment. It has me coughing and my eyes watering. It almost looks like a brown tint is covering the room. 

Frank sighs in relief as his massive fart finally comes to an end. “Ah, I hope you enjoyed that because that bad boy has some serious staying power.” Frank gives me a wink as he pulls his shorts back up and leaves. I decide to go to my room and deal with the hard-on Frank’s gift has given me. 

2 hours later I hear a lot of movement coming from outside my room, so I go investigate it. I find Casey with several trash bags filled with his stuff.

“What’s all this?” I ask.

Casey replies vaguely with, “I just think it’d be better if I move back in with my mom. It’s nothing personal.” he then nervously adds, “Oh and if a friend of mine comes by tomorrow, and is looking for me, don’t tell him where I am, just lie. I wanna be by myself.”

I give him a nod, agreeing.

Casey picks up his stuff and leaves. I’m grinning like a maniac as soon as the door closes. I then smell that Frank’s pungent fart is still dominating the entire place. I take a seat on the couch, and decide to jerk-off for a 4th time.

It’s the next day and I’m enjoying my first Casey-free Sunday in a long time. I’m sitting back, relaxing, and binge-watching some Netflix. My happiness lessens when someone knocks on the door.

‘Please don’t let it be Casey looking to move back in’ I pray to myself. To my surprise, I find Frank when I open the door. Like yesterday he’s all sweaty, probably just finished lifting, but today he’s wearing a pair of silver shorts and a black muscle-shirt.

“What’s going on Frank?” I ask, confused by his serious expression.

He doesn’t say anything, he just stalks forward. Like yesterday, he crowds me deeper into my apartment, closing the door with his foot. He doesn’t stop until my back hits a wall and he’s a foot away from me. 

Frank finally smiles at me, calming my nerves. “I left something of mine here, yesterday.”

“What?” I ask with a furrowed brow. I can’t remember seeing anything of his lying around.

He suddenly derails the conversation as he says, “You know I don’t only use my man-stink to punish people, I also use it in another way. Do you know what it is?”

I shake my head, feeling even more confused.

“I also use my man-stink to mark my property and that’s what I did to you yesterday. So do you understand Nick? I made you mine.” He declares, his dark eyes boring into mine. 

I never wanted anything more in my life. I’m already nodding my head, in agreement. 

Frank gives me a knowing grin. “I’m glad you understand that you’re mine. Now it’s time to put you to work.” He says as he grabs the back of my neck with his hand and lifts his other arm over his head, exposing his sweaty armpit. “I was lifting like a beast today so I’m really sweaty. I hope you’re thirsty Nick.” He says before shoving my face into his rank pit.

I feel like I’m home as my face is covered by his smelly, sweaty, furry armpit. I immediately start licking up his sweat, getting addicted to his ripe, pungent man-musk. “That’s it boy, feast on your alpha’s sweaty pits!” he growls as he keeps my face pressed against his armpit, even though he doesn’t have to. “Yeah, gonna drown you in my man-sweat, make you forget all of those beta-bitches you’ve been with. You’re gonna be hooked on the taste of a real alpha male!”

Frank pulls my face and tongue out of his pit; I know I look a mess with my face covered in his sweat and a few of his armpit hairs. “Now let’s not make my other armpit jealous. Get your face in there!” He orders as he shoves my face into his other armpit. 

I start licking all over his sweaty, furry armpit like a starved animal. “There you go, guzzle down that bodybuilder sweat. Show your appreciation of my hard work.” I moan as I continue cleaning his pit with my tongue. After another minute he pulls my face out of his armpit. He brings my face up to his with my face sandwiched in between his two big hands. He’s sporting a slightly devilish grin but it doesn’t scare me. 

“Oh Nick, when I’m done with you it’s going to seem like I let your bitch-of-a-cousin off easy. Boy you’re gonna experience smells that you’ve never even imagined.” He threatens before swallowing a few mouthfuls of air. He then lurches his face forward, mouth wide open…

BBBBBBUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP

Frank unleashes a raunchy belch pointblank in my face. The stench of spoiled milk and spices has my eyes watering. Frank chuckles as he lets me go. He then turns around and starts walking off. As he does he shucks off his muscle-shirt, his shorts, and then his jockstrap. Frank’s now swaggering around my place buck-ass naked. The sight of his meaty, bouncing ass and his thick, flopping cock is mouthwatering.

Frank stops just in front of my room and looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a sexy little smirk. “Well are you coming Nick? I’m still pretty gassy but it’s coming out the other end. This big, sweaty fella is locked and loaded.” He says, giving his ass a smack, making his glistening, bubbly globes jiggle. And with that he vanishes into my room.

I stand there, slack-jawed, like an idiot for a few moments. When my brain finally processes everything I’m rushing to my bedroom. I nearly trip over the threshold at what I see. Frank’s lying on my bed, on his stomach, with his bare, fleshy mounds protruding in the air. 

Frank looks back at me slyly. “Come and get it while it’s hot.” he teases as he wiggles his hips, making his plump cakes wobble. 

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I climb into the bed, crawl in between his legs, and I find my face hovering over his sweaty, bulbous rump.I take the plunge and let my face crash into his sweaty cakes.   

Frank immediately reaches back, grabbing the back of my head, and shoves my face into his damp and ravenous ass crack. I feel his muscular globes pouring over the sides of my face, almost swallowing my head entirely. He then starts circling his hips making my face sink even deeper into his ass. He only stops when my open mouth meets his sweaty pucker.

“In you go” BBRRPPPTTT “Let’s get you reacquainted with the Tank”  FFFWWWWRRRRBBBB “Oh I feel you screaming, I hope it’s because of pleasure and not pain” RRRRFFFUUPPP “Either way you ain’t getting out of my swamp ass” FFFHHHOOORRR “Oh yeah have some more of that” BBBBVVVVUUFFF “Smell it” FFFHHHMMMRRR “Taste it” PPPUUUMMMFFFF “Love it” RRRBBBOOTTTT “Let my stink become your whole world” PPPFFFBBBBRR

“Damn Nick you must really like my farts. Welp, I’m gonna make you regret that…RGH”

BBBBBBBBWWWWWWWHHHHHPPPPPP

“Gonna show you how I earned the nickname Frank the Tank… FGH”

RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

“My body isn’t the only thing strong about me; so’s my gas. Name someone else who can rip like this… GHH”

PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFAAAAAAARRRRRRR

“I ain’t stopping until I bake my farts into your skin. Everyone’s going to know you’re mine when they come near you… HGH”

FFFFFFFFMMMMMMMPPPPPPPTTTTTTT

“You’re going to have to give me a key to your place after this because you’ll be licking my sweaty body clean and eating my farts on a daily basis. Oh and after this I’ll be t-bagging you so you can wash my big ole balls… HRGH”

BBBBBBBUUUUUUUUWWWWWWFFFFFFFFF

PPPPPPPPPMMMMMMMMMMM-HHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBB

“Ha, I guess it’s your love of my man-stink pitted up against my endless supply of protein farts. Let’s see who breaks first. NGH… Spoiler alert, you’re gonna lose. No one beats Frank the Tank… UGH” 

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP

ONE YEAR AND A HALF LATER

I’m getting ready to leave, I’m going to see the new superhero movie with some friends, when I get a call from my aunt.

“Nicky I’m letting you know that Casey’s moving back in with you. I’m done with him!” And with that she hangs up; not letting me get a single word in. 

Suddenly there’s a knock on my door. I open the door and find a smiling Casey on the other side. “Hey cuz I’m back” He says as he brushes past me with his luggage. 

‘Oh poor, unfortunate Casey,’ I think to myself. I give Casey a pitying smile. “You can stay here Casey but you’re going to have to sleep on the couch. My boyfriend just moved in and he turned the second bedroom into a gym.” After saying that we both hear the clanking of heavy weights being lifted in said room. 

Casey’s frowning and I simply shrug. “Hey I got some good news, he’s the friend of yours that you told me about.”

“Hey babe,” I call out, “My cousin, your friend, will be staying with us for a while. Why don’t you give him some company. I’m off to the movies.”

 As I start to leave, Frank steps out the room, all sweaty and only wearing a black jockstrap. It’s his prefered workout gear. When he spots Casey he grins like the Chesire cat. Casey’s frightened face is the last thing I see before I shut the door behind me. Instead of leaving, I press my ear against the door and listen. 

I hear a lot of struggling, grunts, and thuds before I hear Casey’ pleading. “I’m sorry Frank. Please no, not your sweaty ass again. Plea-MMMM” 

“Ah, that should shut you up. Frank the Tank’s stink-bitch is right where he belongs. Now get the licking.”

I don’t think Casey’s going to enjoy his stay with me, this time around. Frank the Tank is someone who knows how to hold a grudge. I almost feel sorry for Casey, almost.

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

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

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

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

Aaron: hey wanna hang out this friday

He gets a reply almost instantly.  

Kyle: Hell yeah man see you on friday

Aaron smirks; Kyle’s so fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A-bomb” Kyle replies timidly.

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

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

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

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

Aaron grits his teeth and grunts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The only embarrassment around here is you… HGH”

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

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“Now do what you were born to do and”

Aaron punctuates his every next word with a fart.

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“Farts… NGH”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, have some of that”

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

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

“Damn am I gassy today”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yes you fuckin’ will”

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

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“Are we clear”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“UNDERSTANDING… UGH”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kyle hesitantly nods his head, agreeing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnny