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Smell of justice
Today is my day off, and I plan on doing nothing all day. Itâs 8 a.m. and Iâm going to remain in my apartment all day, and Iâll 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. Iâm irritated; Itâs only 8 and someoneâs interrupting my day of relaxation. I open the door and my annoyed frown immediately falls off my face as I see whoâs banging on my door. Itâs a police officer, and the only word I can use to describe him is massive. This man must be at least 6â˛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, âHello officer, does there seem to be a problem?â
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, âSo youâre the bastard who is sneaking into my house and fucking my husband?â he doesnât wait for me to answer and I donât 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. âSo you and that bitch have been fucking behind my back and laughing about it? Well Iâm getting the last laugh. I filed for divorce, and kicked his cheating ass out of my house. I donât know or care if he is living on the streets right now. One thing I do know is now it is your turn.â Iâm only 5â˛8, so he looks down at me with a smile full of malice.
He turns around, and for a brief moment Iâm hopeful that he is about to leave. This cop is hot as sin, but heâs is crazy. My hopes are dashed when he doesnât seem to be leaving. Heâs 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. Iâm broken from my trance of ogling his ass, when he says, âI 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.â
Iâve had enough of this guyâs insanity! First he blames me for the end of his marriage. Now heâs saying odd stuff in this weird pose, with his ass pointed at me. He may be hot and a cop, but Iâm 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 didnât just fart? Did he? Is that why heâs sticking is ass out, and pointing it in my direction? I look up and see him looking at me over his shoulder. Heâs sporting an evil smirk. âDi-did you just fart?â 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. Iâm not sure if he answered my question because Iâm dealing with my eyes watering and gagging from this terrible smell.
âYes I did buddy. I hope you like the smell of sulfur because Iâm going to be your living Hell for a few hours.â 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. Iâm stuck in my apartment with this lunatic who enjoys torturing people with his farts. If it werenât for the lunatic part this would be my personal wet dream heaven. Since that isnât the case, all I feel is fear and it must show on my face because he says, âDonât worry youâll most likely smell a quarter of my gas. Youâll probably pass out once I hit that mark, but that doesnât mean I stop farting on you. No Iâm 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.â 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. Iâm trying to push him away, but itâs like pushing against a brick wall. I feel him wiggle his muscled ass, which is pressed against my stomach, as he says, âThereâs been enough talking. Letâs start up your living Hell. Gentleman! Ready!â I feel him spread his legs and brace them as if something massive was heading straight at him, âAim!â He then leans forward and pressing his ass harder into my stomach. I can only groan as he does this. âFIRE!âÂ
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. Iâm brought out of my thoughts as I hear him laugh. âHaha Iâm must be doing something wrong if your just day dreaming. Well I guess thatâs your way of telling me to kick it up a notch. Okay then you asked for it. Kid gloves are coming off.â He presses his ass harder into my stomach and I hear him grunting with effort.
PHHHft. Fffftt. ssssss. Psssssppttt. Itâs official, this guy canât be human. Itâs been 5 minutes and he keeps on farting. Thereâs 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. Iâm getting weaker by the second from his farts, and he knows it. Heâs 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 itâs 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.
Iâm 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. Thatâs going to change soon because he is looking down on me and I feel his huge hand on the back of my head. âIn you go.â 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 Iâm going to pass out any second now if Iâm only allowed to breathe this tainted air. I wonder if this is how Superman feels when exposed to kryptonite. âIâm actually impressed youâre still conscious. Well thatâs 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.â 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 whatâs 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 isnât as powerful so Iâm 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, âIâm not Zack! You got the wrong apartment!â
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, âExplain.â I nod, âIâm Joe Mathews, Youâre looking for Zachary West right?â he gives a nod and has a nervous expression on his face now. âWell he lives in apartment 3B. This is 3C. I donât know Zack that well, but heâs never home much. From what I hear heâs kind of a man whore, so if he isnât at work heâs at some other guys place.â The cop walks over to my front door and opens it to see 3C on the front.
When the cop turns around, I canât believe what I see. His cheeks are red from embarrassment, and he has a guilty look on his face. âI-Iâm so sorry. I thought this was that guyâs apartment. Iâve been so mad about my ex husband cheating on me with this guy for months. Iâve 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.â I blush at that compliment, âLook Iâm 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 wonât report this and I can keep my job.â He gives me a shy smile.
Knowing the full story makes the guy seem a bit more normal. So what the hell. âWell I wonât report you at all, but if you still feel guilty you could make it up to me by taking me out to dinner.â This guy actually looks adorable when he blushes and gives me another shy smile. âWe can have Mexican food and later you can show me what your gas is capable of.â Iâm rewarded with a cocky smirk. He agrees to the date and we exchange numbers. I learn that his name is Ryan and weâre having our first date two days from now. Before he leaves we have our first kiss then he turns to leave, to impress me he lets out a long 15 second fart as he makes his way to the door. He gives me a wink as he closes the door, and Iâm left with his powerful fart that stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage. I guess today is going to be a good day.

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Smell of justice 2
Itâs been two days since that mix up with Ryan, and today is our first date. We havenât seen each other since that night, but weâve talked and texted numerous times. Weâve gotten to know each other through these little conversations, so even before our date Iâm starting to fall for the guy.
Ryan hasnât been sending me just texts; heâs also been sending me videos. The videos were showing his playful side. Ryanâs a cop, and in his first two videos, heâs 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 Ryanâs 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 thatâs the time we decided to have our date. Iâm currently in my car, in the parking lot of the Riveraâs Diner. This is the Mexican restaurant Ryan chose to have our date at. He told me they have amazing Mexican dishes and heâs friends with the owner. I donât see Ryanâs truck so he must not be here yet. Thatâs 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, âAhhh. I hope youâre ready for this.â
Iâm about to play the video again, but I notice movement in my peripheral vision. My car windowâs down because itâs 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 Ryanâs ass in black dress pants. Ryan sighs and turns around. He bends over to look at me, and gives me a huge smile. âI thought instead of focusing on that video I could give you the real thing.â 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 Riveraâs Diner. Ryan fartâs 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 arenât 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 strangerâs face. Ryan laughs as the man pulls back with a face of disgust and humor. He looks at me and says, âHi Iâm Aaron. If youâre going to date this guy you better get used to that.â 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 heâs 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, âIâll try to be on my best behavior, but you better give us a table on the patio to be safe.â
Aaron looks at me and winks, âIf you ever want to ditch this brute for someone more refined, you can usually find me here.â 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, âAhhh to late Aaron I marked him as mine. I claimed him first.â He gives Aaron a shit eating grin. Aaron just wears a smirk, âSeeing as heâs a person Iâm pretty sure you canât claim him like that Ry.â Ryan now sports a face of determination, âOh yes I can. Iâll just keep farting on him until he agrees to be mine.â Ryan then looks down at me with a grin.
âAaron letâs 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 wonât just be on me. Itâll spread through your whole restaurant. You donât want that do you?â 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. Itâs 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 doesnât have a massive headrest built on the back of it, so I donât know what it is. Bbbrrrrtttt. Iâm an idiot. Of course it was Ryanâs ass. I hear Ryan snicker behind me, and see Aaron giggling with his hand over his mouth. I blush from embarrassment and lusting after Ryanâs 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 heâs about to leave. He quickly bends over pointing his ass in Ryanâs face. RRRRRRbbbbbbbttttt. An 11 second, bubbly fart rips out of Aaronâs ass. It starts with Ryanâs 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, âRyâs my best friend. If youâre starting something with him, you should know that Iâll be farting on you a lot as well.â Aaron then leans over and whispers something in Ryanâs ear. Whatever he said, makes Ryan smile and blush. Aaron then turns and quickly poots in Ryanâs face and dashes back into his restaurant.
I got to ask, âWhat did he whisper to you?â Ryan continues to blush. He looks down as he replies, âHe said he never liked my ex, and he didnât deserve me. He likes you though, and if I ever treat you wrong heâll call you on my phone to ask you out. While he sits on my face and smothers me with his farts.â I bark out a laugh, âI canât believe Iâve met two farting monsters in under week. I wonder if its fortune or a curse.â Ryan smiles at me âTrust me Joey. At first it will seem wonderful, but eventually youâll realize how terrifying this ass can be.â 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. Heâs nice and funny all through dinner. Heâs also considerate. Ever since we started eating, Ryan has been farting multiple times a minute. But heâs always leaning and pointing his ass off the patio, and wafting the smell away from us. Itâs 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 weâll have another date, and this one isnât even over yet.
As Aaron comes back for the bill I give him a genuine smile, âThat was one of the best meals Iâve ever had Aaron. Thank you. I will definitely be coming here often, and Iâll be telling everyone about the amazing food here.â Aaron returns a genuine smile back to me. He then turns to Ryan and waggles his eyebrows, âYou 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.â Ryan rolls his eyes, but appears not to have taken Aaronâs bate. Ryan holds out the bill and as soon as Aaron grabs it, Ryan strikes. He grabs Aaronâs hand and stands up. Ryan dawns an evil grin that has Aaron turning pale and me making and audible gulp.
âCome on Aaron. You know I love the food here. In fact, why donât you try it for yourself?â Ryan throws his leg over Aaronâs hand and turns around. Ryan then pulls Aaronâs hand between his legs. Unfortunately for Aaron, that makes him tumble a bit. He lands face first against Ryanâs ass. Ryan laughs, âBon appĂŠtit buddy.â Ryan grunts, and then BBBBRRRRRhhhhhpppppPtttTTTtttt. Ryan rips a 40 second massive fart on Aaronâs face. I canât 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 Aaronâs face harder against his ass. âNope! No escape for you man. How do those re-fried beans taste? Haha.â Ryan lets out a deep sigh as his fart ends. He releases the back of Aaronâs head, and Aaron falls onto his ass and looks completely out of it. âAhhh. Wasnât that delicious Aaron.â 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, whoâs still on the ground and looks like heâs 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, âWill Aaron be alright? He looked completely out of it back there.â Ryan smirks as he keeps looking forward. âHeâll be fine. Heâs in what we both like to call, a fart coma. It only last a few seconds. Heâs probably right as rain right now. Heâs put me in a few fart comas, but I assure you Iâve put him in more. Donât let anyone tell you different.â 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, âI 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 Aaronâs place pretty bad.â Ryan says nothing, and I look up towards his face worried. Heâs 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.
âNo need to be jealous baby.â Ryan grinds his ass into my stomach, and releases a barrage of farts as he talks. âIâveâ Fart, âgot enoughâ fart, âgasâ fart, âfor Aaron,â fart, âyou,â fart, âand a whole football team.â Bbbbrrrrpppptttt. His last one was another one of his beast farts. It lasted for 14 seconds and reeks of Ryanâs butt musk. Each of his farts made my dick harder and now I have a full hard on. I canât 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 Iâm not sure. Iâm focused on something far more important at the moment. Right now I have a beautiful view of Ryanâs muscular, plump, bubble butt in his black slacks. Even upside down it looks beautiful. I canât help but give it a firm smack. I hear Ryan grunt and I laugh. Ryan slows his stride some as his says, âCareful Joe, hit my butt, itâll hit you back.â 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 Ryanâs 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. Ryanâs face looks down at me and he gives me a wicked grin. âSee babe, no reason to be jealous. Youâll always get the best seat in the house.â He laughs as he steps into the truck. Slowly Ryanâs 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 isnât stopping or slowing down. I donât know how long I lasted but I canât endure any more. I pass out.
As I wake up and get my bearings, I notice Iâm 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 itâs still dark. I donât think too much time has passed, so whereâs 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 heâs wearing the tightest pair of underwear that Iâve ever seen. Theyâre grey and make his massive bubble ass look even bigger. I didnât 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. âStop that now Joe! The only way youâre coming tonight is just with my farts.â 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 canât 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.
Ryan eventually hops out of bed. He leaves and comes back with a wet rag. He washes the come off the both of us, and tosses it onto the ground next to the bed. Ryan hops back into the bed and maneuvers us so that my head is lying on his chest. Even though I canât see his face I know heâs wearing a cocky smirk as he asks, âSo Joe, whatâs more impressive, my farts or Aaronâs restaurant?â I pretend to mull it over. âIâm going to have to go with option number three. And thatâs Aaronâs farts. They were quite powerful sweetie.â I give him a smile. Ryan rolls his eyes and mutters, âYou brought this on yourself. Enjoy your dutch oven for the night.â He then pushes me down the bed and wraps his thighs around my midsection. He then pulls the covers over my head, and onto his chest. Pbbtt, rrbbbt, spppptt. This was an amazing date.
Smell of a mistaken identity
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 couldnât be even more different, and unfortunately heâs now living with me. He mustâve 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. Itâs been hell. Heâs 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 havenât got a full nightâs rest since he moved in.
Iâm already scolding him as I open the door. âHow many times do-â my words die on my lips at the stranger I find on the other side of my door. Iâve 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; heâs easily twice my size. Heâs wearing a red muscle-shirt and a blue pair of exercise shorts; theyâre 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, âUm can I help you?â
âAre you Willems?â The man asks with a neutral expression.
âYesâ I respond since Willemsâs my last name.
A thunderous look forms on his face. âYOU! Because of your worthless ass Rachaelâs been upset all week.â 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.
âHey-hey I think thereâs been a mistake. I donât even know a Rachaelâ I try to reason.
This only seems to anger the bodybuilder. âOh she remembers you and she described you perfectly to a T. But if you donât remember her, maybe a stay in my swampy pits will jog your memoryâ
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 mouthâs unfortunately open so Iâm both tasting and smelling his pungent, salty b.o. He starts working my face up and down, covering it with his pit sweat.Â
The guy smashes my face harder into his pit and growls. âTongue out now you little bitch. Clean my nasty pit!âÂ
I hesitantly stick my tongue out; thereâs nothing else I can do. I canât escape his powerful grip and I donât 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.Â
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.
âPlease, I donât-â
But he cuts me off, âOh no need to beg, I got another rank pit for you to service.â 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 heâs shoving my face into it.
âGet to work or Iâll break every bone in your body, bitch-boyâ he threatens. I heed it and get to work, licking his sweaty pit.
âYeah you taste that? Thatâs the taste of fucking with the wrong guyâs baby sister. Since youâve been treating her like shit Iâve decided to make you into my own personal sweat-rag. Welcome to hell bitch-boy.â 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.
âPlease listen-â I beg but he shuts me down again.
âShut the hell up bitch-boy. The only thing your mouth should be doing is licking my sweat.â
The bodybuilder then shoves me roughly to my knees, aligning my face with his crotch. He then pulls down his shorts and reveals that heâs wearing a jockstrap underneath. Iâm face to face with his yellow-stained, dingy, sweat-soaked crotch. I glance up and see heâs sporting a malicious grin.
âTake a smell of a real man, bitch-boyâ 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. Iâm gay so I canât deny that Iâm enjoying this, but I have to remember that this guyâs crazy.
He then starts criciling his hips, dry-humping my face. âYeah gonna mark you as my property with my dick sweat, bitch-boy.â
The guy abruptly pulls my face from his crotch. âOh how rude of me, let me introduce myself.â He says as he turns around with me still on my knees. Iâm 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 guyâs ass is enormous. Like the rest of his body, his ass is muscular, but at the same time itâs 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.
âIâm known as Frank the Tank, and people call me that for 2 reasons. The first reason is for, well come on, look at these musclesâ He says cockily as he flexes his bicep, âAnd secondly itâs because of this big fella. â He grabs a handful of his meaty ass. âThis is my personal tank and unfortunately for you itâs always loaded.â
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.
âThis is for treating my sister like shit⌠GGHâ
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âThis is for having me go out, find you, and teach your bitch ass a lesson⌠HGHâ
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âAnd this is for every girl youâll meet in the future. If you ever even think of mistreating them I want you to remember my stink and think again⌠NGHâÂ
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Frank proceeds to rip 3 trumpeting but also wet-sounding farts right up my nose. The final oneâs the biggesting, lasting 14 seconds long. The smell of his farts are horrendous; they reek of sulfur and rancid meat.Â
With a wet schlorp, he pulls my face out of his ass and Iâm coughing and gagging. Frank looks down at me, over his shoulder, and laughs cruelly. âHehe I hope you liked that cause youâre 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-boyâ
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.Â
I look back up and see a mixed expression of confusion and anger on his face. âYou sack of shit! I canât believe my baby sister fell for a closet-case bitch-boy like you. No matter, I know how to deal with your ass.â
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. âAh, thatâs the stuff. My tankers needed some cool air.â he says happily.
He then looks at my face with a lopsided grin. âThereâs been a change of plan. My butt and farts in your face can wait, right now youâre in for a long t-bag session. Smothering your face under my sweaty nuts for an hour or two should make you understand that youâre gay. But donât worry I have plenty of sweaty ass bombs to drop on your face afterward.â
âYou better take a deep breath of fresh air because you wonât be getting anymore for a while.âHe warns as he starts walking over me, heading towards my face.
This is one of the hottest things Iâve ever experienced but this guyâs a lunatic. I donât 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 âfuckâ. 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 wonât help him out.
As I stand up, Frankâs pain recedes and he starts struggling as he realizes the situation that heâs in. âUntie meâ he growls, glaring up at me.
I look at him like heâs stupid. âNo way Iâm freeing your crazy ass.â
âIf you didnât fuck with my little sister we wouldnât have a problem.â He seethes.
I roll my eyes before pulling out my phone bringing up a picture of me and my nearly identical cousin together. Frankâs eyes focus on the image. âIâm Nick and Iâm gay. My cousin Casey is straight and is known to fuck-over his girlfriendsâ I inform him.
âDamn mooching, freeloading cousin. Itâs my day off and now Iâve got to call the police.â I say mostly to myself, alarming Frank.
âWhoa Whoa letâs not do anything too hasty hereâ he says nervously.
I shake my head, âLook I donât like my cousin but I donât want Captain America with anger problems killing him.â
âHey Iâm not looking to kill him; Iâm just gonna fuck with him a bitâ he says.
I wordlessly navigate to the number pad on my phone and start dialing 911. âWait, wait, wait. Maybe we can help each other out.â He pleads.
I stop and look at him with a raised eyebrow. âHow 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.â He negotiates.
âYou really think you can make him leave?â I ask, sounding intrigued.
âOh I know I can. Untie me and the loserâs good as gone.â 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.Â
I take a knee and start unbinding him. âListen Caseyâs going to be here in like 10 minutes. Heâs going to take a nap before going out and drinking with his buddies like he does every night.â I explain as I untie him.
âOh thatâs perfect.â Frank says as he stands up. He then takes off his shirt and asks, âWhereâs his room?â
I donât answer right away; Iâm 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 heâs smirking.
âUm, his roomâs right there.â 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 Caseyâs room. I follow him, curious about what heâs going to do.
Frank strolls into Caseyâs room and gets straight to work. First he heads to Caseyâs dresser, opens up every drawer, and farts in each one. Ppbt, fhht, rvvb, brrf. Next Frank opens Caseyâs 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 Caseyâs clothes in his butt fumes.
âOh yeah Iâm gonna butt bomb everything he owns; heâll never escape the stink of my ass.â Frank promises as he stands up on Caseyâs bed. He walks up to the head of the bed, turns around, and takes a seat. He plants his massive, bare, sweaty ass on Caseyâs pillow.Â
 Frankâs eggy farts quickly fill the room and it has me hard as hell. .Frank notices my reaction and smirks. âYouâve seen nothing yet. Take a listen to this⌠NGHâ Frank curls his hands into fists, closes one eye, and bears down on Caseyâs unfortunate/lucky pillow.
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Frank rips a gargantuan, 15 second, rumbling fart onto the pillow that has enough power to make the entire bed shake. Frankâs red-faced but sighs in relief. âAh, Damn that felt good. Hehe that was just for you cutie.â Frank says and gives me a wink. Holy shit is he gay?
âNow hereâs whatâs going to happenâ Frank goes on to tell me his plan and I agree to it. Itâs simple and will deal with Casey. I go back into the other room, pick up Frankâs scattered clothes, and toss them into my room. I hear steps nearing the front door and know itâs Casey. I shut Caseyâs door and Frank hides in his closet. I grab my phone, wallet, and keys just as Casey opens the front door.Â
I walk past Casey, out the door. âWeâre nearly out of food so Iâm going grocery shopping for the second time this week.â I tell him irritably.
âGet more pizza rollsâ he orders before shutting the door behind me. Normally that wouldâve ticked me off but I smile happily as I leave the building.
CASEYâS 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, âSurprise motherfuckerâ the guyâs musclar as fuck, all sweaty, and the only thing heâs wearing is a flimsy jockstrap. Iâve never seen anything more disgusting.Â
A sense of dread suddenly fills me when I realize who this is. Itâs Rachaelâs older brother Frank, whoâs a gay-ass bodybuilder. Iâve 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.Â
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. âYou ainât goin anywhere princess, youâre gonna pay for fucking with my sister. Once Iâm finished with you, youâre going to have to accept the new role of your life as myâ 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.
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Frank belches the word right in my face and it has me gagging and my eyes watering. It stinks of spoiled milk.Â
âHaha I hope you liked that because I have so much more of my stink to introduce you to.â he taunts, âIn fact why wait letâs get you comfortable so you can indulge in my stink.â Frank grapples me to the floor and he traps me in a headscissor hold. I find my head locked in between Frankâs muscular, sweaty quads and the bottom of his massive bulge resting against my chin and lower lip.Â
I cry in disgust as I try to pull my face away from his crotch but Frankâs thighs keep me in place. âHa, where do you think youâre goin sunshine? Youâve won a free stay in my swamp crotch. Now be a good little stink-bitch and huff up my sweaty boys!â 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.Â
Frank makes things worse as he starts shifting his hips, back to forth, humping my face. I feel completely humiliated. âAh thatâs it stink-bitch feel me, smell me. This is what a real man is. Something you never were or ever will be.â he says, degrading me.
Rage courses through me and I yell out, âShut up, youâre just some stupid, cock-sucking, faggo-ACKâ Frank flexes his quads wrapped around my head, silencing me and causing me immense pain.
Frank growls above me, âYou shouldnât have said that, now Iâm really mad, stink-bitch.â 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 thatâre right in my face. His crotch musk is 10x more potent.Â
Frank grabs my head and turns my face back towards his junk. âStop struggling you little fucker, youâve got a job to do. Now be a good little stink-bitch and lick my sweaty balls clean.â 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.
âThat wasnât a request! Start licking before I pop your head like a grape!â 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.âThereâs a good stink-bitch, wash my boys cleanâ âYeah thatâs it know your place, beneath this gay alphaâs ballsâ âHaha I doubt my sister will want your lips anywhere near her once she learns my balls have been in your mouthâ
âYouâre doing a decent job down there stink-bitch, here youâve earned this.â Frank arches his back, thrusting my face deeper into his crotch, and tenses.
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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.Â
The villainous bodybuilder laughs at my suffering. âHehe, if you didnât like that then youâre going to hate what I have in store for you. Prepare yourself buddy because itâs time to clean my sweaty cornhole.â
âFUCK NO!â I cry but itâs already too late, heâs already rearranging me with his insane strength and locks me in a reverse headscissor, with my face trapped in his sweaty asscrack. Weâre 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. Frankâs deep chuckle rumbles through my body. âHa, order up stink-bitch. Get the licking!â He commands.
I wanna scream no but thereâs no way in hell Iâm opening my mouth with his asshole grazing my lips. Frank growls again, âLike I said before, this isnât a fuckin request.â He squeezes his thighs, crushing my face and cutting off my oxygen. I endure as long as I can but itâs 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. âHey stink-bitch Iâve got something else for you to taste.â Frank flexes his quads again, choking me out. When he relaxes his muscles, I gasp for air and as I do thatâŚ
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Frank launches a raunchy, 7 second fart that echoes down my throat. I cough and retch on his noxious, eggy ass gas.
âAh, did you like my protein fart? Whether you did or not, Iâm gonna be shoving more down your gulletâ Frank repeats the process of how he just farted in my mouth, several times.
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Frank rips 3 beefy farts in my mouth that has me coughing and gagging. His gas reeks of digested meat and onions, and itâs all I can taste and smell.
âAh, that felt good. DId you enjoy that?â He asks. I try to say no but my muffled cries arenât understandable. âIâll take that as a yes. Well here you go buddy, have all you want.âThe dick says. It appears heâs done holding back. Does he ever run out of gas?
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âDamn those protein shakes fuck me upâ âNow theyâre gonna fuck you up tooâ âDo me a favor and eat my farts so I donât have to smell âem; thanks buddyâ âAh, you can brush your teeth all you want, but after this, my butt stink will never leave your mouthâ âThat reminds me, I gotta fart on your toothbrush before I leaveâ âOh, Iâm one gassy fucker tonightâ âWell am I right or am I rightâ âYeah this is how a real man farts, something you sure as hell ainâtâ âFucking choke on itâ
Frank keeps torturing me with his farts but what else he has to say scares the hell out of me.Â
âIâm glad I know where you live nowâ bbwwp âEveryday after my workout Iâll stop by so you can lick me clean and swallow my fartsâ fhhrr âI mean you are my personal stink-bitch after allâ ppaab âAnd itâs not like youâll tell the copsâ fwwwr âI mean if you do everyone will know that you were eating out a gay guyâs assâ rrmmt âNo girls well wanna come near youâ ppmmab âYep, I believe this is the start of a beautiful relationship⌠NGHâ  Â
Franks flexes his quads and glutes, forcing my lips to seal around his butthole.
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His hellish asswind inflates my cheeks and lungs, overwhelming me. Mercifully I feel myself passing out. âIâve got to move outâ I think to myself before everything goes black.
NICKâS POV
I return after an hour and I take it as a good sign that I donât see any police cars. Frank comes out of the bathroom as I enter my apartment. Heâs wearing his shorts now but is shirtless. I once again canât stop myself from ogling his jacked abs and chest. He laughs and bounces his pecs again to tease me.
âUh, whereâs Casey?â I ask.
âOh heâs in his room, passed out. He should be out for a while.â Frank says as he puts his muscle-shirt back on.
âDid you do it? Is he going to move?â I ask anxiously.
Frank gives me a cocky, lopsided grin. âOh it worked, as soon as he wakes up heâll be packing his bags. Heâll be gone by the end of the day.â He tells me confidently.Â
I feel relieved, hearing this but I donât know what Iâm supposed to do next. Do I thank him?
Frank laughs and shakes his head before he starts to leave. âIt was nice working with you Nickâ He says as he pats my shoulder as he walks past me.
âUm y-yeahâ I stutter as I watch him leave. Iâm nearly hypnotized by his magnificent ass as he walks away. His bulbous, melon-sized buttcheeks bounce with his every step and itâs one of the sexiest things Iâve ever seen.
Just before he reaches the door, Frank looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin. âYou know what Nick? Let me show you my thanks for helping me out.âÂ
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.
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A mammoth of a fart comes roaring out of his ass and it lasts over 2 and a half minutes. Frankâs 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.Â
Frank sighs in relief as his massive fart finally comes to an end. âAh, I hope you enjoyed that because that bad boy has some serious staying power.â 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 Frankâs gift has given me.Â
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.
âWhatâs all this?â I ask.
Casey replies vaguely with, âI just think itâd be better if I move back in with my mom. Itâs nothing personal.â he then nervously adds, âOh and if a friend of mine comes by tomorrow, and is looking for me, donât tell him where I am, just lie. I wanna be by myself.â
I give him a nod, agreeing.
Casey picks up his stuff and leaves. Iâm grinning like a maniac as soon as the door closes. I then smell that Frankâs pungent fart is still dominating the entire place. I take a seat on the couch, and decide to jerk-off for a 4th time.
Itâs the next day and Iâm enjoying my first Casey-free Sunday in a long time. Iâm sitting back, relaxing, and binge-watching some Netflix. My happiness lessens when someone knocks on the door.
âPlease donât let it be Casey looking to move back inâ I pray to myself. To my surprise, I find Frank when I open the door. Like yesterday heâs all sweaty, probably just finished lifting, but today heâs wearing a pair of silver shorts and a black muscle-shirt.
âWhatâs going on Frank?â I ask, confused by his serious expression.
He doesnât say anything, he just stalks forward. Like yesterday, he crowds me deeper into my apartment, closing the door with his foot. He doesnât stop until my back hits a wall and heâs a foot away from me.Â
Frank finally smiles at me, calming my nerves. âI left something of mine here, yesterday.â
âWhat?â I ask with a furrowed brow. I canât remember seeing anything of his lying around.
He suddenly derails the conversation as he says, âYou know I donât only use my man-stink to punish people, I also use it in another way. Do you know what it is?â
I shake my head, feeling even more confused.
âI also use my man-stink to mark my property and thatâs what I did to you yesterday. So do you understand Nick? I made you mine.â He declares, his dark eyes boring into mine.Â
I never wanted anything more in my life. Iâm already nodding my head, in agreement.Â
Frank gives me a knowing grin. âIâm glad you understand that youâre mine. Now itâs time to put you to work.â 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. âI was lifting like a beast today so Iâm really sweaty. I hope youâre thirsty Nick.â He says before shoving my face into his rank pit.
I feel like Iâm 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. âThatâs it boy, feast on your alphaâs sweaty pits!â he growls as he keeps my face pressed against his armpit, even though he doesnât have to. âYeah, gonna drown you in my man-sweat, make you forget all of those beta-bitches youâve been with. Youâre gonna be hooked on the taste of a real alpha male!â
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. âNow letâs not make my other armpit jealous. Get your face in there!â He orders as he shoves my face into his other armpit.Â
I start licking all over his sweaty, furry armpit like a starved animal. âThere you go, guzzle down that bodybuilder sweat. Show your appreciation of my hard work.â 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. Heâs sporting a slightly devilish grin but it doesnât scare me.Â
âOh Nick, when Iâm done with you itâs going to seem like I let your bitch-of-a-cousin off easy. Boy youâre gonna experience smells that youâve never even imagined.â He threatens before swallowing a few mouthfuls of air. He then lurches his face forward, mouth wide openâŚ
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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. Frankâs 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. âWell are you coming Nick? Iâm still pretty gassy but itâs coming out the other end. This big, sweaty fella is locked and loaded.â 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 Iâm rushing to my bedroom. I nearly trip over the threshold at what I see. Frankâs lying on my bed, on his stomach, with his bare, fleshy mounds protruding in the air.Â
Frank looks back at me slyly. âCome and get it while itâs hot.â he teases as he wiggles his hips, making his plump cakes wobble.Â
He doesnât 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.  Â
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.
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âDamn Nick you must really like my farts. Welp, Iâm gonna make you regret thatâŚRGHâ
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âGonna show you how I earned the nickname Frank the Tank⌠FGHâ
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âMy body isnât the only thing strong about me; soâs my gas. Name someone else who can rip like this⌠GHHâ
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âI ainât stopping until I bake my farts into your skin. Everyoneâs going to know youâre mine when they come near you⌠HGHâ
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âYouâre going to have to give me a key to your place after this because youâll be licking my sweaty body clean and eating my farts on a daily basis. Oh and after this Iâll be t-bagging you so you can wash my big ole balls⌠HRGHâ
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âHa, I guess itâs your love of my man-stink pitted up against my endless supply of protein farts. Letâs see who breaks first. NGH⌠Spoiler alert, youâre gonna lose. No one beats Frank the Tank⌠UGHâÂ
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ONE YEAR AND A HALF LATER
Iâm getting ready to leave, Iâm going to see the new superhero movie with some friends, when I get a call from my aunt.
âNicky Iâm letting you know that Caseyâs moving back in with you. Iâm done with him!â And with that she hangs up; not letting me get a single word in.Â
Suddenly thereâs a knock on my door. I open the door and find a smiling Casey on the other side. âHey cuz Iâm backâ He says as he brushes past me with his luggage.Â
âOh poor, unfortunate Casey,â I think to myself. I give Casey a pitying smile. âYou can stay here Casey but youâre going to have to sleep on the couch. My boyfriend just moved in and he turned the second bedroom into a gym.â After saying that we both hear the clanking of heavy weights being lifted in said room.Â
Caseyâs frowning and I simply shrug. âHey I got some good news, heâs the friend of yours that you told me about.â
âHey babe,â I call out, âMy cousin, your friend, will be staying with us for a while. Why donât you give him some company. Iâm off to the movies.â
 As I start to leave, Frank steps out the room, all sweaty and only wearing a black jockstrap. Itâs his prefered workout gear. When he spots Casey he grins like the Chesire cat. Caseyâs 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.Â
I hear a lot of struggling, grunts, and thuds before I hear Caseyâ pleading. âIâm sorry Frank. Please no, not your sweaty ass again. Plea-MMMMâÂ
âAh, that should shut you up. Frank the Tankâs stink-bitch is right where he belongs. Now get the licking.â
I donât think Caseyâs 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.
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Smell of a big brotherâs duties
Aaron returns home after hanging out with some new friends he made during his first semester of college. Aaron still lives with his lilâ brother and mom since his childhood home is only a 20 minute drive away. Aaron heads inside and finds his lilâ bro by himself with their mom still at work . Aaronâs little brother, Isaac, is feminine and wears make up, and Aaron doesnât care; he loves Isaac to death. But that doesnât mean he wonât pick on him every now and then. Thatâs one of Aaronâs duties as a big brother after all.
Aaron enters Isaacâs room and finds him crying on his bed. Aaron immediately tries to console him and find out whatâs 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. Â
On the inside, Aaronâs fuming but he keeps his cool and asks for a name. Isaac tells him itâs 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. Aaronâs already formulating a plan for revenge. Dealing with fuckers like Kyle is another one of Aaronâs 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 canât go, heâs 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. Â
Kyle: Hell yeah man see you on friday
Aaron smirks; Kyleâs so fucked.
Itâs Friday and Aaron just gets home after working out with his teammates. Heâs 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 Aaronâs second to none, and anyone who screws with his mom or lilâ bro learns this all too well.
Aaron smirks when he hears knocking. Aaron opens the door to reveal a beaming Kyle. âHey man, thanks for coming. Come on inâ Aaron invites Kyle inside.
âThanks manâ while passing Aaron, Kyle canât help but glance back at Aaronâs ass. Aaronâs always had an infamously fat ass that all of his opponents have found their faces under, and it looks like itâs gotten bigger. Aaronâs basketball-sized cheeks look like theyâre stretching the seams of his leggings to their limit.Â
Aaron closes the door and points to the couch. âWhy donât you take a seat man. Iâm gonna take a quick shower and change, and then we can hangout.âÂ
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 Kyleâs 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 Aaronâs infamously fat ass. He can feel Aaronâs legging-covered, doughy globes, mold around his face.Â
âNGH⌠Welcome to the beginning of the worst day of your life you little piece of shitâŚUGHâ Aaron announces as he starts grunting and straining.
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Aaron rips three medium-sized (medium-sized for Aaron) farts pointblank in Kyleâs face. The stench of rotten eggs and digested meat invades Kyleâs nose and it has him coughing and gagging.
Aaron smiles as he feels his victimâs struggling getting weaker and weaker with his every fart. âGo to sleep bitch⌠NGHâ
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Aaron rips a trumpeting, 10 second fart right up Kyleâs nose. As Aaron expected, itâs 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 canât. Kyle looks around wildly and finds himself star-fished on a bed, with his four limbs tied to the four bed posts with rope.Â
âAh youâre finally awake I seeâ Aaron comments as he walks into the room and nears the bed.
âAaron what the hell? Let me outâ Kyle demands.Â
Aaron doesnât answer, instead he climbs into the bed and straddles Kyleâs chest, facing his feet. Aaron drops his massive ass onto Kyleâs chest, forcing all the air out of his lungs and making him grunt.
âItâs been a few months but you still remember my nickname donât you Kyle?â Aaron asks with a coy grin as he looks down at Kyle, over his shoulder.
âA-bombâ Kyle replies timidly.
âAnd do you know why Iâm nicknamed that?â
âWell youâre gassy as fuck and always ripping massive butt bombs that no one can compete with. Youâre a legend, man. Well some people say that you fart in your opponentsâ faces when you wrestle, but I know thatâs a lie.â
âOh you think thatâs a lie? Letâs see if you still think that after thisâ With that Aaron lifts his bubbly ass off of Kyleâs chest, scoots back, and hovers it over Kyleâs face.
Kyle looks up in horror at Aaronâs fat cakes suspended over his face. âPlease noâ MMMMâ Aaron drops his ass on Klyeâs 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 Kyleâs face; forcing him to breathe in his eye-watering, eggy concoction. It has Kyle coughing with his face still trapped under Aaronâs plump ass.
âAh take it in bitch. This is what every opponent of mine had to endure. This is why Iâm undefeated. The only difference here is that these arenât sbds. These arenât silent but theyâre still oh so deadly⌠FGHâ
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Aaron rips another beefy fart on Kyleâs face; filling his lungs with his noxious ass gas.
Aaron raises his ass, a few inches, off of Kyleâs face; whoâs in a coughing fit. âSo do you believe the rumors now?â Aaron asks, being a complete dick.
Kyle doesnât answer but instead asks, âWhy, why are you doing this Aaron?â
âYou went and fucked with my brother. And no one fucks with my little brother!â Aaron growls.
âB-but heâs a dumb, little, limp-wristed bitch . Heâs a complete embarrassment to you. You should be thanking me.â Kyle says stupidly.
Aaronâs nearly shaking with rage. He slams his ass back down, burying Kyleâs face underneath his meaty globes again. Kyle unfortunately leaves his mouth open so the next couple of farts echo down his gullet.
âThe only embarrassment around here is you⌠HGHâ
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âYouâre nothing but a fart-eating bitch⌠GGHâ
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âNow do what you were born to do andâ
Aaron punctuates his every next word with a fart.
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Aaron releases a series of butt bombs into Kyleâs open mouth, making his cheeks inflate with everyone. Kyleâs forced to taste and smell all of Aaronâs bitter, toxic butt fumes. Itâs overwhelming and Kyle finds himself passing out again.
Kyle wakes up and wants to cry. Heâs still strapped to Aaronâs bed.
Aaron enters the room and heads towards the bed, smiling since Kyleâs awake again. Aaronâs still only wearing his exercise pants, flaunting his muscular and sweaty chest. His bubbly, legging-confined ass, bouncing with his every step.
âAbout time you got up. I just ate 4 protein bars and they make my farts smell awful. Iâm gonna make you smell this shit.â Aaron says as he climbs onto the bed and squats his beefy bum over Kyleâs terrified face.
Kyle pleads, sounding close to tears. âI-Iâm so sorry Aaron. Iâm sorry for messing with Isaac. I promise to apologize to him in person, right away. Please believe me, Iâm so fucking sorryâ
Aaron slams his huge ass onto Kyleâs face, silencing and smothering him. Like before, Kyle feels Aaronâs doughy globes molding around his face.
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Aaron goes on a farting rampage, ripping one beastly fart after another, pointblank in Kyleâs face. Kyleâs thrashing intensely under Aaron, but itâs no use. Once again, Kyle passes out.
This continues throughout the entire day: Kyle waking up to Aaronâs fat ass hovering above his face, and then Aaron taunting him and farting until he passes out again.
âAh, have some of thatâ
âNow donât go saying that A-bomb has never done anything for youâ
âJust like your nose hairs, Imma burn that homophobia right out of yaâ
âDamn am I gassy todayâ
âHa what the hell am I talking about? When is A-Bomb ever not a farting machineâÂ
âDonât yell like that under my ass bud, youâre making it easier for me to fart in your mouth. Oh well, I tried to warn yaâ
âWhatâs wrong kyle? Youâve always been a kiss ass; arenât you happy being stuck under mineâ
âYou have no one to blame but yourself. You shouldâve never fucked with Isaacâ
âAh, a big brotherâs work is never doneâ
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Kyle feels like heâs trapped in an unending hellscape. It never ends, Aaron wonât stop farting. Kyleâs forgotten what fresh air is; Aaronâs sulfuric butt stink is now engraved in Kyleâs 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. Heâs still in the bed with Aaronâs legging-covered, bubble butt hovering right above his face.Â
âGlad youâre back with us in the land of the living Kyle. Iâve decided to set you free.â Aaron says.
Kyle smiles in salvation but itâs quickly snuffed out with Aaronâs next action. Aaron reaches back, grabbing the waistband of his exercise leggings, and pulls them down. Aaronâs bare, sweaty, bubbly globes pour out of the confines of his pants and wobble threateningly, inches above Kyleâs face. Kyle gives a startled cry at the sight.
Aaronâs bulbous cheeks jiggle as he laughs. âHaha, oh you silly little bitch. You didnât think itâll be that easy did you? Before I let you go, I gotta lay down the law.â with that Aaron reaches back and uses his hands to spread his ass cheeks. Kyle looks in disgust at Aaronâs, now visible, winking pucker.
Before Kyle can object, Aaron falls backwards, consuming Kyleâs face into his toxic trench. Aaronâs doughy cheeks flow over the sides of Kyleâs face, making contact with the bed, completely sealing Kyleâs head away from the outside world.Â
Kyleâs cries for help are completely silenced by Aaronâs thick cakes. Aaron starts swiveling his hips, working Kyleâs face deeper into his ass. He doesnât stop until he feels Kyleâs unfortunate nose grazing his asshole.Â
âGet comfy Kyle Iâm going over my list of demands and youâre going to agree to every single one of them because letâs face it, you ainât gotta choiceâ
âFirst off, when I let you go, you ainât gonna tell anybody what happened here⌠GGHâ
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âIf you go to the cops, Iâve already got teammates whoâll give me an alibi. And once Iâm clear, youâll find your ass trapped in this bed again, with me and my buds gassing you to hell⌠GNGHâ
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âNext up, youâre going to apologize to my brother in front of the entire school, but thatâs not all⌠HGHâ
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âYouâre also gonna break up with your girlfriend and then ask Isaac out, but for real this time⌠FGHâ
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Kyle starts struggling anew, and screams, âFuck no, I ainât a filthy queer!â into Aaronâs ass, angering him. Aaron bears his big ass down harder onto Kyleâs helpless face.
âOh yes you fuckinâ willâ
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âAre we clearâ
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âYou better answer me bitch! Or Iâll make you fucking sorry!â
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Kyle gives a defeated and muffled âYes sirâ. Kyle will do anything to end this nightmare.
âGood, now the only way your relationship with my little brother will end is if he calls it off⌠NGHâ
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âUntil then youâre going to treat Isaac like a goddamned prince, or princess in his case⌠HGHâ
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âIt doesnât matter what you have to do, youâll always make sure that heâs happy⌠RGHâ
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âIf I find out he isnât happy, or that youâre hurting him, or that you broke up with him, Iâll fucking end you⌠HNGHâ
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âIâll capture your ass again but this time itâll be for keeps⌠UGHâ
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âIâll turn you into my permanent fart-slave; the single meaning of your existence will be to huff up all my nasty butt bombs⌠HGGHââ
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Aaron raises his titanic ass off of Kyleâs face with a wet schlorp; Kyleâs face is drenched in his own tears and Aaronâs butt sweat. Aaron peers down at Kyleâs destroyed face, between his legs, and asks, âDo we have an understanding?â
Kyleâs too busy coughing, gagging, and crying to respond and that irritates Aaron. Aaron sits back down, burying Kyleâs face in between his meaty ass mounds again. This time, however, he presses his asshole against Kyleâs open lips. Aaron accompanies each of his next five words with a fart into Kyleâs open mouth.
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Aaron pumps a series of volcanic farts down Kyleâs throat, poisoning his lungs. The last one is a monster of a fart that lasts 45 seconds. It has Kyleâs body and the entire room quaking.
Aaron lifts his ass off of Kyleâs face, and Kyle screams, âYes-yes I understand! Iâll ask Isaac out and make him so fucking happy! Please-Please just stop!â Kyle cries haggardly.
Aaron hops off of the bed and starts undoing Kyleâs restraints. âTime to get your dirty-ass outta my house. You fuckinâ stink dudeâ Aaron says as he looks down at Kyle with a cruel smirk.Â
Tears continue to stream from Kyleâs eyes as he keeps coughing. Aaronâs proud of himself, Kyle doesnât have a single shred of dignity left.
Once Kyleâs 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. Â
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 itâs dark out and no oneâs outside.
âDonât fuck up Kyle or the only person youâll be making out with from now on is my fat, butt-bombinâ booty.â
Aaron spins around and pulls the back of his exercise pants down, mooning Kyle.
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Kyle groans as heâs gifted with another face-full of Aaronâs noxious ass gas. Itâs a powerful fart that has enough force to blow Kyleâs hair back. The eggy stench puts him into another coughing fit.
âAh, now get lost you pathetic, fart-sniffing loser, hahaâ with that Aaron walks back into the house and slams the door in Kyleâs face. Aaron laughs as he hears Kyle weeping and coughing as he stumbles off of his property.Â
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 canât happen if he wants to avoid being fart-tortured by Aaron again.
A week passes and Aaron notices that Isaacâs his happy, bubbly self again. Itâs Friday night and Aaronâs headed out for a date. As he steps out of the house he sees Kyle dropping Isaac off in his car.Â
Aaron smirks as Isaac nears him. âSo Iâm guessing heâs why youâve been so happy all this week?â Aaron nods his head towards Kyle whoâs still waiting in his car. âHey isnât that the guy who fucked with you?â he adds with a frown, playing innocent.
Isaac smiles, âYeah thatâs him, but he apologized to me publicly and after breaking up with his girlfriend he asked me out. Iâve 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. â Isaac smile dims as he continues, âThe date wasâ niceâ
Aaron gives a hard glance at Kyle but Isaac steps in closer and whispers. âHeâs sorta boring and between you and me he smells pretty badâÂ
Aaron laughs at this and then gives Isaac an impish grin. âOh yeah, well did it smell as bad as thisâŚâ Aaron twists his hips and presses his pillowy bum against Isaacâs thigh.
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Aaron rips a 5 second fart on Isaac. Isaac slaps the back of Aaronâs head, âEw youâre so gross Ron.â Isaac complains as he heads up the porch.
âAw, your big brother loves you too Izzy.â Aaron calls out as Isaac enters the house.Â
Aaron turns back around and sees a nervous looking Kyle still in his car. With a smirk, Aaron walks up to him.
Kyleâs anxiousness spikes as Aaron steps up and peers in at him, through his open window. âSo far so good Kyle; keep Isaac happy and I wonât have to wreck your shit.â Aaron tells Kyle.
Kyle hesitantly nods his head, agreeing.
Aaron decides to be a real dick. âOh and Kyle thereâs 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. Iâm headed to our date right now, so wish me luck.âÂ
Kyle is pissed; heâs been with Courtney for a year and a half. She has the best tits in school and sucks a cock like nobodyâs business. Enraged, Kyle barks, âYou son of-â The murderous glare Kyle receives from Aaron, quickly shuts him up.
âCareful what you say Greene or youâll wind back up underneath my weaponized, butt-bombing booty.â Aaron threatens.
Aaron then slowly turns around, showing Kyle his huge ass again. Kyle starts to shake violently; Aaronâs 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 Kyleâs face.
Kyle whimpers as he feels Aaronâs slacks-covered, toxic butt crack pressed against his nose.Â
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 Aaronâs ass and pointblank into Kyleâs face. Aaronâs monster of a fart blows back Kyleâs hair and dries out his eyes. Kyleâs lungs are flooded with Aaronâs hellish butt fumes and it has him dry-heaving.
Aaron sighs in relief. âAh thanks for taking that one buddy, I didnât want to ruin my date with Courtney by accidentally ripping that beast in front of her.â Aaron says, being a bastard.Â
Aaron gives the roof of Kyleâs car a few slaps before heading towards his own vehicle. Aaron laughs as he hears the loser continuing to choke on his ass gas. Aaron knows heâs not a good person, but heâll be damned if he isnât an excellent big brother.

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