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Mark ‘The Melter’ : A tale of a microwaved seat

Contains: Facesitting, facefarting, slight suffocation, playful yet sinister dominance, and Dutch Oven (3750 words)

It was just supposed to be a normal interview. You couldn't believe it when SM entertainment called saying that you were shortlisted to become Mark Lee's personal assistant. After all the years of low pay and low rewards, you were going to work for one of the most respected, talented, and well-paid idols. While you did end up working for him, it wasn't how you expected.

Following the interview in his private apartment, a large one at that, with thick carpet, a massive living room that had the kitchen/dining room included. The walls were cream with paintings and a white ceiling that had built-in led lights for a luxury dimming effect. He had sat in a green leather chair the entire time. It was high end and clearly expensive as the front sloped out a little instead of being squared off. Another give away was it's size, easily able to fit both you and Mark on it as he sat in the middle, perfectly seated on the two separate leather coated cushions that were about 6 inches thick. Soon, you'd become familiar with this very chair.

"Hey come here actually, take a seat on my chair!" He called you back as you went to leave following the rejection from the position. You sat down as requested, not suspecting a thing. You watched as he walked in front. You couldn't help but notice his protuding ass cheeks that essential swallowed his fabric trousers in his crack and looked as though they were stretching. He pulled a standing desk over in front of you and asked you to try screw it down for him. As asked to do, you sat on the floor, resting your back comfortably on the sloped front while you screw at the desk. As the desk slowly lowers into a height more suitable for a seated user, you see him stand over your body. "Hey I'm still down here!" You say, startled as your view is eclipsed by his globes. "I know, but I think this will work out great for both of us!" Mark laughs as he reaches down for your head.

"C'mon, stay quite down there!" The man whispered as he pushed your head down between the cushions on his seat. Your head fit snuggly in between with almost no gaps, only your nose poked above the level of the cushions. "No no no...please..don..." Your cries are muffled without care as Mark sat his juicy melons down on your face. The size and weight of his ass squeezed the cushions into your face, propping it slightly into his crack with the only saving grace being his trousers. "Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, gotta video call the boss. Gotta video call the boss!" His sentence ends with a chainsaw like rip which may have popped your eardrums had it not been for his soft velvet trousers. Unfortunately, they could not save your nose as the warm sulphuric gas pushed his fabric out onto your nose as it filled his crack. You tap the side of the chair rapidly to signal you were struggling. Instead of letting you up, he farted again. This time quieter and quicker like a swift assassin, so subtle that you heard his Canadian giggle as he destroyed your nose. "I'm sorry, but you need to be trained. Remember, I'm going to be on a call and my boss can't find out you are here. If you try to make noise, I will silence you okay? Push my cheeks together if you understand." After recovering from his gag inducing farts, you squeezed his ass cheeks together. It felt like you were kneeding thick dough to make bread as his cheeks slightly swallowed your fingertips. Once again, he giggled like a child as he felt you willingly push his ass further around your nose.

"Okay I'm about to join the call now. Remember to stay silent!" Mark finally joins the call with his boss while sitting on your face as if nothing is strange. You hear the two men go back and forth for a bit talking about upcoming schedules and releases. "Oh yeah, releases!" You hear Mark say excitedly. Right on cue he 'releases' a potent fart onto your face. Again, it pushed his trouser fabric out onto your nose, and the smell invaded. This time, you braced yourself and took a deep inhale to try and get rid of the smell as soon as possible. For the most part, it works, and you only slightly gag on his gas. "A mini album?" His words are immediately followed by a mini fart. It was short and sulphuric as it didn't even blow out his trousers. Your nose burnt with its rapid speed and smell. With no time to prepare, you forget yourself and hit the side of the chair. You expect a fart from Mark in retaliation. Instead, he surprises you.

The feeling of suffocation and claustrophobia leaves as the weight of his ass slightly raises up, just enough to let a cool breeze and ray of light surround your forehead. Then the ass comes crashing down again with speed. Almost knocked out from the sudden drop, your horror only grows when you realise that the action made the cushions squeeze together more, pushing your nose right against his fabric covered crack without room. "Damn a full album too?" You hold your breath as you heard the muffled statement, expecting him to keep the pattern of 'releasing' gas with each release adjacent sentence. Instead, he just follows up by saying, " You are really spoiling us!"

This time, the gas comes and rumbles for roughly twenty seconds without stop. Having already held your breath prematurely, you give up and inhaled near the end of his fart. As expected, it immediately destroyed your nostrils. What was worse was the feeling of it creeping to your lungs as it burnt throughout your chest with its toxic intensity. Had you started inhaling immediately, you may have been fine, but instead, his stench showed you your place, a seat that couldn't even handle the second-hand air of another man. Screaming inside, truly terrified of how stinky his farts were as the lingering gas still persevered, you held back your desire to hit the chair or even his legs. Instead, you channel your energy into squeezing his cheeks together like before. The loudest laugh yet came from above, you couldn't tell if Mark was laughing at you smothering yourself in his dunp truck while your legs twitched, or if it was just a well timed joke by his boss. Either way, you continued to squeeze, not stopping until you passed out.

You come around with a banging headache and burning nose. Slowly you rise up and lean forward, the squeeze of the cushions made it harder, but eventually, your head was released with a squelch. Still seated on the floor just in front of the chair, you look around the room. Most of the blinds were shut as it was clearly night time now, some of the room lights were on as their light luminated the soft carpet floor of the the living room you were in, and the bathroom door was shut tight. Right behind you was the counter that split the living room and the kitchen, but your eyes were drawn to the chair your head had just been a part of. The cushions were visibly indented, not from your head but from Marks' massive rear. It looked as though two meteors had crashed down and left craters that almost touched. Then there was the shine that the dim overhead light made visible. The craters of Mark's cheeks were clearly worn down and duller, with a slight shiny outline caused by the repeated sitting on the same spot. Curious, you feel the cushions and find that they are actually cold, meaning the weight of his ass left super long-lasting indents. Then your curiosity got the best of you as you took a sniff. "Fuck....fuck.." You gag as the cushions have clearly been long killed by Marks ass and gas, your head yet to suffer the same fate. "Ahh you're awake again!" You hear Mark shout from the bathroom before the toilet flushes. The water runs for a bit as he washes his hands then the door unlocks and he walks out.

You are stunned as his bare leg gets highlighted by the shining light, hairless right up until his underwear. His white Calvin's were tight around his sturdy thighs. "I drank 3 glasses of water while on you so I took your little nap as a chance to relieve myself. The heat is on so I hope don't mind a layer less on your face, didn't want to overheat." "A layer less? Can I not leave?" You cut him off as you watched him walk over to you. "Nope, I got another call in a few minutes with the manager. Your face just supports my weight so well I want you to stay." His Canadian accent comes through as the joy in his voice increases. As he stands over your body again and pulls over his desk, you notice his boxers look brand new, not a stain or scratch on them. "Okay...head down...yep become one with the cushions!" He laughs, pushing your head down slightly as you try to get comfortable, clearly unable to leave.

"Imma try get comfortable too, so bare with me." His ass comes crashing down and lands on your face lob sided, your nose crushed by his left cheek. He rises and quickly drops again, this time his right nose crushing your nose. Yet again, he raises up, but this time you grab his waist and guide him down straight so your face fits in his crack. "Aww, thanks... new you'd be a good seat if I just teased you a bit." You feel your stomach turn at his statement, realizing you literally just guided him to sit on your face. You expected farts to follow soon as he prepared for his call, instead there was silence. He simply sat there square on your face as you suffocated in his bubble butt.

"Hey Mark!!? Mark? Please Mark!" You screamed repeatedly into his sound muffling cheeks, having the fabric of his Calvin Kleins rub against your lips. Slowly, you feel lightheaded as your lungs crying for air. Your legs slowly stopped kicking beneath him as he knew it was time. "Fuck......that curry was real spicy." The man moans as a forty seconds bass drum like fart burst onto your face. Mark threw his head back with pleasure as the immense gas from his Chinese takeaway was finally let out onto your face. While Mark felt pleasure, you felt disgusted and vile, yet grateful for the air. "You okay down there?" He slightly lifted at check that you were conscious. "Yup...can ...I..." You are cut off as he lowers back down. "Damn that stinks, sorry but I ain't dealing with that." Mark coughs as the few seconds of his fart seeping out was already enough for him. First hand experience wasn't enough to stop him continuing though. Tge feeling of heat around your nose intensified again, but this time without any warning. "Have fun buddy, an SBD all for you!" It was a hot and dense breeze, blasting your face with a heatwave unlike his other farts. You tried to hold your breath, still smelling his last fart inside you. However, it became clear he wasn't for getting up this time. After a few more seconds, you give in and inhale the hot flurry of gas that lingered against your face. This was the fart that truly destroyed your insides, making you feel like an old pair of underwear that was full of farts. All you and to do was wait for him to raise up again and get air.

Like before, he doesn't shift. Just as you approach blackout he lets out a fart that you instinctively inhale to survive. "You must've been desperate for that, I could hear you breathe all the way up here!" Mark laughs while slowly rocking back and forth on your face. "Oh, the manager has finally called. Remember to be quite down there. This call shouldn't be as long.... Oh hey man, how you doing?" He naturally shifts to conversation with his manager. With his fart not being natural oxygen, you crave air again but want to wait for Mark to give you some. As the conversation continues, you fear that this would be the end and make a bold decision. You beat the side of the chair and make noise in hopes of getting air. At this point, the air from his anus would suffice. Thankfully, it works, and he punishes you with quick airy fart that smelt foul, clearly with extra spice from his Chinese curry. A small fart however meant small air supply, and you needed another within seconds. Again, you tap the side of the chair and receive a small fart to carry you over. By the fourth fart your nose was barely able to keep up with he quick bursts of hot gas, each lingering with immense strength and heat.

Once again his monumental cheeks started to suffocate you. Being destroyed both physically and mentally, you try to last as long as possible before before essentially begging for another fart. Just as you reach to tap the chair, the conversation takes an interesting turn. "Oh the interview today? Ah yeah he simply wasn't a good fit. Actually he even had an attitude and got aggressive after I told him the salary." His words destroyed you mentally as the lack of oxygen destroyed you physically. How could he lie? Why would he lie? "Yes totally, I would maybe warn other agencies and artists to avoid him as a candidate for assistants. And yes an increase in the budget might help me find one easier thank you!" Did he just destroy your career options? You couldn't process what had just happened. The panic of your life being torn apart took over your mind as your air ran out. You didn't even remember to hit the chair for a fart, you simply lay defeated below his ass until you blacked out.

"HEY buddy, you all good there?" You hear Mark say as your vision slowly focuses and sees his bright face staring down at you. "How...how could you lie about our interview? I'll never get a job!" You begin to tear up and cough as you somehow taste a thick airy substance. "Ahh I see swallowing a fart does have effects. Sorry, couldn't resist doing it while you were out. As for your employment situation, I wouldn't worry. I only lied because I actually do want you to work for me. Not as a personal assistant, but as a personal ASS...istant! Get it?" He laughs as you struggle to talk with his gas in your throat. "If I wasn't convinced you would be such a good seat before just from seeing your face shape, you truly earned the position while I was on call. You thought I wouldn't notice you teasing me to fart on you?" "No..no I just needed air.." You cut him off as you can finally speak again. "Is that it though? You could've just given in and blacked out, but you decided to keep asking for my nasty ass gas. Now I'm going to make you an offer. You agree to join as my personal ASS-istant, paid of course, and I will make sure you make an above average wage. The alternative is trying to find a proper job, for less. Keep in mind I kinda just told all the big people you aren't all that suitable."

You tear up again as he turns around. His boxer clad ass stood above your face, blocking the light, allowing it to surround his midsection and act as a devine light that shone around the outline of his glutes. "If you want the better opportunity with me, pull down my underwear and seal the deal!" His signature giggle breaks out as you pull your head from between the cushions. Contemplating your options, his ass seemed like the only choice at this point. Was it actually? Or was it just oxygen deprivation messing with your judgement. Either way, as you stared at his massive ass cheeks, the brand new white Calvin Kleins now being drenched in sweat along his crack with the material clearly wore down from his barrage of farts, you made the choice and weakly grabbed his waistband.

The band slowly squeezed around the curvature of his cheeks, straining as you made it to the midpoint. You struggle to get it any further and the waist band slips from your fingers, making a snapping sound as it slapped against his juicy ass. The impact forced a fart out from his half exposed ass. "Ugh....that just slipped out!" He moans as the fart makes a squeaky sound, squeezing through the slight gap in his deep crack. The filter free gas drained all the energy you had from just its heat alone. Defeated you lay back down and fall between the cushions again. The gap, now moulded to your head shape, allowed you to slip right back into place. "Oh, I take it you just can't wait!" Mark strips the boxers the rest of the way down, almost ripping them due to the size of his ass.

The descent seemed as though it was in slow motion. His bare hairless mounds of fatty flesh jiggling side to side as he aimed for your face. Drips of sweat dripped down as his momentous movement forced any moisture off. Finally, the ass came in contact with the cushions. First, you felt the upper part of his cheeks hit just above your head. Then, it began to roll around your forehead. The heat immediately makes you panic. Your eyes were cut off next as the doughy texture filled your eye sockets. A deep aroma encapsulated your nose as it disappeared into the dark void of his crack, the cheeks tightly hugging it and holding your face like a clamp. Just when you thought it was done, your lips get pushed into a puckering shape as the remainder of his rear end moulds into place.

"Time to give you your official first day as my ASS-istant! I probably should've warned you beforehand, in the group I'm kinda known as "The Melter". Both for the immense heat of my ass and the ability of my hot farts the melt minds. Don't mind this blanket. It's to protect me and help make you work better!" You feel the blanket as he covered his lap with it, flowing down around your entire body. As you reach out to touch it, your stomach drops for what must've been the tenth time today. It was a weighted blanket. Although Mark could no longer hear you, muffled by both his ass and blanket, he lets out one last giggle as he feels you scream into his ass, your helpless pleads shaking and tickling his cheeks. "You may be thinking Dutch oven, but if we are being honest, it's actually a Melting Microwave. Afterall, microwaves are much quicker and deadlier."

Mark knew you probably couldn't hear him, not caring and giving his monologue anyways. He leans forward and you feel his crack open up slightly. Then came the rumbling of his stomach before the loud bassy and airy puff of air. It was like a subwoofer, creating a sudden boom that didn't just sound powerful but felt powerful. You didn't even need to inhale it, the gas perfectly encapsulated your face and began to heat the tempory "microwave" up. A second fart followed with a similar low frequency yet powerful gust feeling. Then a third, a fourth, and a fifth. It seemed as though his floodgates were open and couldn't be closed.

Living up to the microwave metaphor, his farts sped up even more, almost reaching a fart every few seconds. The sulphuric scent of heated air from Marks bowels cooked your lungs from inside and your body from out side. His heated stink bomb air felt as though it filled your pores, seeping into you like you were a piece of meat being seasoned. "Stop...stop...please!" You screamed into his ass. The heat was becoming too much, you had survived many heatwaves and sauna sessions, yet this easily out did any of those. "Haha..your tickling me...just swallow my farts if you can't handle the smell!" Mark responded to your mouth movements by essentially twerking back onto your face.

Your cries for help just got you buried deeper until your finally came to his hole. Your nose landed just above it with your upper lip slightly puckering open as it slams against the bottom of his hole. "Kissing my ass? Damn you really do want this job!" His sentence is barely able to finish before more farts seep out, splitting perfectly between your nose and mouth. You weren't going to survive much longer. As a last ditch effort of escape, you battered the sides of the chair weakly, barely making noise. "Oh you want more farts? Time to cook you fully!" Mark giggles as he takes you tapping as a signal you want more, after all, that's how he trained you earlier. You feel the hole pulse before rippling open. The final fart, a sixty second monster, ends your misery as you pass out from a range of factors. Heatstroke, sensory overload, eggy yet spicy gas, and of course repeated breathe play from his cheeks.

"Finally you're here!! Get over here and help me lift this!" Mark roars with glee as Johnny, his fellow American-korean band mate, entered his apartment and locks the door after him. He reaches for one side of the weighted blanket as Mark grabs it on his left side. "Fuck...could've warned me! You are a demon you know that?" Johnny gags and backs up as the "Melting Microwave" is unveiled and the gas pours out. "So what you think?" Mark asks as both he and Johnny evacuate to the balcony for safety. Johnny looks back in at your bright red body as you lay unconscious. "You really think we'd both get away with it? Fart cushions, human seats?" Johnny asks. "Totally! You'll regret not getting one. I didn't have to smell a single thing, and his face fit perfectly. Hey, you could get one to rim you if you wanted!" Mark laughs as he convinces his bug butt buddy to get in on the personal ASS-ISTANT business. "Sure thing then, but can I try yours first?" Mark simply smirks as Johnny asks. The men walk back inside just as you come around. "Hey there, I'm Johnny. Is your face able to handle my juicy ass for a bit?" Feeling cooked, confused, and compromised, you throw your head back and accept your place.

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facesittingnightmares · 1 month ago

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Welcome to the Domain of Doms:

Hey 👋 You are all probably wondering what this page is for right? Well I decided that opposed to cluttering my main page of @facesittingnightmares with asks, I would create a separate page for those. On top of that I will occasionally post an update from a particular character to extend the idea that they are real people.

Below is the list of Doms that can be interacted with via DMs or Asks. Although I’ll mostly respond at weekends, feel free to interact at anytime, just start your message or ask with what character you are chatting to!

Current Available Doms (Updated):

Captain Mark

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Paxton Presley

Minho

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facesittingnightmares · 1 month ago

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Wonho ‘The Titan’ : A tale of a helpless seat

Post Contains: Facesitting, Facefarting, waterboarding with sweat, smothering, Fartsniffing

"Ahh damn!" Wonho came into his kitchen moaning. The muscular legend had just finished an intense leg day at the gym, not stopping until his glutes couldn't take anymore. After such a session, he could barely bring himself to shower and didn't want to deal with his stench while doing some work. Good thing he had someone to take care of his glutes and scent at least, you! When you had run into him at his local gym, you secretly took a quick pic of his bare ass and posted it. Not long after, his team had tracked you down and threatened to sue. Instead, Wonho asked if you'd like to work for him, unpaid but with living and food taken care of. Naturally, you took the latter without any idea that it would involve serving him. Since then, he had to have a personal gym installed in the large spare garage of his home. As for you? You were essentially his personal maid for a few months. Spending most of his time on work and maintaining his Greek statue like body meant that a maid was greatly needed.

"HEY BOY!! Get into position for glute time!" You hear the man roar from the kitchen down stairs. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your breathing got more rapid. This was by far the most devious thing he'd have you do. You'd have to lay down in his bedroom and place your head firmly on top of his favorite bean bag chair. This one was twice as big as the regular ones and was pitch black. He used this as normal desk chair hot worn out super frequently with his superior glutes and gas. Next, you would wait and stay still until Wonho entered the room dripping with sweat. He'd take his place on your face and complete any digital work he had to get out of the way, still wearing his skintight grey compression shorts drenched with ass sweat. Despite the routine, this session would be the worst you ever suffered. With you laid down and ready for the sweaty session to come, Wonho enters in all his glory. With only the dim LED lights in his bedroom, the hallway light radiated in to highlight the muscular titans frame. Light reflecting from every drop of sweat just enhanced his godly appearance, which was now approaching rapidly until he finally stood above. You heard some clicks on the mouse and keyboard as he got his setup sorted. Still entranced by his godly frame and bubble butt you get quickly snapped out of it when a sudden fart erupts. "Didn't even plan that one!" He laughs as you gag on the fart, not even point blank and yet still powerful. "Okay, imma let you take a deep breath before I sit down. Ready for me to take my place? Too bad if you aren't, my legs are aching, so imma sit anyway." You take a deep inhale, cut off by his compression short clad ass. With such sore legs, he couldn't care for making his descent slow. Instead, the impact on your head was astronomical and depleted any oxygen you just acquired as his session begins.

The fabric of his shorts rubs against your nose as his crack begins to slowly swallow it. On both sides of your face, you felt the cooler room air disappear as the warm glutes started to consume your face, crawling around your head as if it was on a mission to consume more protein. Finally, the moving settles, and his ass meets the beanbag chair. Now, the true test began. His weight crushed your face deeper into the soft moldable chair until you were as deep as you could go. You hear muffled voices as he begins his calls to the managers. Soon, your focus is drawn away from the muffled calls and instead, the issue of his compression shorts basically waterboarding you took priority. They are drenched in sweat from the gym and almost fully saturated. This resulted in each inhale simply being a nose full of ass sweat, stinking sticky sweat at that. After a few more minutes of this, you give up and try to fight for a little breath of air. You reach up from the floor and try to push at his thighs to shift him slightly. Your hands paled in comparison to his trunk like thighs. This combined with the last 15 minutes of no proper air meant you had the strength of a child. Despite this, you continue your useless pushing for a few minutes until you accidentally squeeze a muscle and cause wonho to moan in pain. "Ahh... fuckk... you little seat should be grateful for this instead of trying to hurt me! Oh well, you must be punished now!" The words make you fear what is to come and with good reason. He contracts his glutes and squeezed tightly, crushing your insignificant face in his compressing crack. Your arms instantly fall to the ground, and you flail around. Your mouth is squeezed open, and your cheeks sink into your mouth as the room began to reduce rapidly. Your nose had nowhere to go but deeper, straining against his compression shorts worse than ever before allowing the fabric to inflict a little burn on the tip.

You thought he was going to crack your head open...in reality that might've been better. The now compressed crack began to rapidly heat up as a loud roar erupts from the giant. The protein fart worms its way around the restricted space and through the shorts into your open mouth and nostrils. You begin inhaling rapidly. It might be the most foul protein fueled fart you ever experienced, but at least it was finally air. Well, that's what you think. You can barely hear the moans of Wonho above the thunderous fart or through his meaty cheeks but get enough of a hint of it to know it was a moan for pleasure. This was his first proper fart of the day, specifically saved for you, and you had no choice but to inhale it. At the twenty-second mark, you begin to slow down your inhales, destroyed by the filtered fart as it didn't provide much relief and still pushed his ass sweat up your nose. Despite your slowly fading body, his fart continued and went for a full thirty seconds before spluttering out. An ending you had passed out before experiencing.

"Ughh.....yeaahhh...damn, that's nice!!" These were the words you reawaken to. You were still in the same position, but now Wonho was squatting about a foot from your face, farting rapidly as his prior thirty second bomb clearly burst the dam of gas wide open. Now, with the ability to actually breathe, you got to smell his gas properly in its dense heated form, clearly an evil concoction of his days worth of protein dense food. "Oh good, you're awake again. You were out for about half an hour. So I thought I'd be nice and lift off and allow you to live. The good news is that my farts are all coming out now, so imma need you to be a good fart sniffer and get them all okay?"He laughs as he lets out another rip, shorter and wetter sounding from the others. "Su...sure thing, boss. You stutter out as the sight of his compression short ass gives hints of ptsd, almost killing you already tonight. "Great! Imma get comfortable again then!" His words barely finish before his ass is on you again. Just like before, your nose sinks between the massive cheeks, this time almost reaching his hole. Had it not been for the restricting fabric of his shorts, you'd probably reach it.

For a few moments, there is an unsettling silence. Only the faint sound of his wet fabric rubbing against your facial cheeks could be heard. Then, the rumbling of his stomach and digestive system followed as the barrage of farts brewed and made their way to his hole. "Fuck take these farts...take them alll...yup sniff like a wild animal!" He moans as he clicks on his keyboard, struggling to type any of his emails. So far, you are able to keep up, inhaling his gas through your nostrils and exhaling through your mouth rapidly in order to get all the farts. This works for the first fifteen minutes of his endless barrage. But gradually his now eggy farts outpace you and overflow your lungs with gas. Exhaling through your mouth was also as it flows right up his crack again and only added to the heat and force of air.

Now desperate yet again for a break, you try inhaling every second fart so that his horrid gas didn't flood your body. The new strategy was working, and you felt a little relief. Sure, it meant that you needed to take larger inhales to get his consecutive farts but it was more barely than trying to keep up with him. This continued to work for almost ten minutes before a new hurdle emerged. "Ughh.....yeaaahh...finally!" Wonho moans as a thirty second long bassy fart erupts. Even with his shorts on, it shook your face with ease as you tried to hold your breath. After what seems like a lifetime, it ends. Then, the second fart burst out. Just as bassy, and just as long. At the halfway mark, you decided to start inhaling, having held your breath for roughly 45 seconds. The initial inhale was easy, but then the lingering stench of his ginormous eruption hit you. You flailed beneath him, barely able to move. All the while, you still had to sniff his potent protein farts as their eggy scent flooded you.

"Okay, boy, I know you're struggling, so how about you make sure I don't get a whiff of my farts as I finish my emails and I'll give you a break? I've only got three left, you think you can be a good little fart sniffer and do that?" He laughs as he gentle grinds down, rubbing his sweaty fabric around your face. You simply tap his thigh twice, still rapidly taking large sniffs of his endless eggy storm for minutes ago. "Good boy!" He says as he farts yet again. Tears begin rolling down your face as he continues to fart with more speed than before. Unknown to you was that he had figured out your little strategy almost immediately, detecting fewer inhale against his hole. Deciding to shake things up, he saved the bulk of his gas for these last ten minutes. The effects of which you were experiencing. "Damn, I got a good little skilled seat, absorbing all my gym and gas smells!" He laughs, showing his happiness with a few bounces. These bounces realign your nose so that its tip is bent upwards and back, exposing your round nostrils directly into the firing line.

"Okay...I've only got one email left to do and a few farts still in the tank...for now at least. You be a good fart sniffer and make sure I don't smell any before I finish?" Wonho asks as if you had any way to avoid him. The first erupts and shakes you face with its intensity. Powerful and enormous, it blasted the sweat from his shorts right up your nose as the eggy air crawled through your nostrils. You do your best to inhale the vile fart, taking two individual breathes to get it all. Barely finished his first one, you hear the rumbling above you yet again. What follows will forever give you nightmares, or maybe wet dreams. "Ohh shit this is a big one. Deep whiffs!" The titan moans.The second bursts through his hole and immediately fills his crack. You begin to inhale, but the stench is unholy, clearly powered by his abundant consumption of protein milk. Within a few seconds, you stop inhaling. Half because of how bad it was shaking your facial features, hald because the smell felt like a corrupting force. Only at the ten second mark do you begin to inhale again as the stinking air surrounds your face, making it feel like it's melting. Unfortunately, the fart now transitions to a more airy flow. Although not as face shattering in force, the stench grew in potency as it seemed to come from the deepest depths of his bowels. Now, you can sense hints of his meaty diet. The bacon and sausages he had this morning, and the burger he likely had for lunch. At the twenty-second mark, you are already defeated, but the super fart continues.

You just lay there, consumed by Wonhos compression short clad ass, allowing the fart to fill you. It comes to a spluttering end, wetter than ever in its last ten seconds as the moisture from his hole adds to its sound and smell. "And do....I...I...I smell my gas! What did we agree? You sniff all my gas, and I'd let you go. Oh well, now I guess you don't get your little break!" He groans, both disappointed you couldn't take his gas, and happy about what was about to happen. You wonder what he was going to do as he simply sat there for a few minutes, no noise and no movement. Then your face began to heat up again, almost melting like during his last fart. Determined to live, you start to 'attack' his thighs. In reality, your energy resulted in little taps. "No...no. Only good fart sniffers get to demand a little break, and you are definitely not a good fart sniffer. Take my silent face melter!" He laughs as he is aware of just how hot his gas is.

Finally, you feel the weight removed as he stands up. The light was still shining in from the hallway and highlighted his massive glistening back. "Oh, you're still conscious, that'll make this more fun!" Wonho laughs. You watch desperately as he reaches for a pillow and sets it down beside the beanbag chair. Then he approaches you and lifts your lifeless frame onto the floor, gently setting you head onto the flat pillow before standing above your chest and looking back down at you. "Try not to scream, keep your air so this lasts a while!" He smirks before grabbing the waist band on his shorts and pulling them down. As he bends over and his godly glutes expand, the hall light shines on them. You are almost blinded. His lightly tanned ass, covered in sweat and completely hairless, lit up as if you were at the gates of heaven. Despite such a bend over, his cheeks were massive, and his crack seemed endless.

"Nighty night seat." He laughs as he drops to his knees. Immediately, your face is engulfed. Without his shorts restricting his ass, the mounds of well toned yet fatty flesh wrapped around you head, your nose gliding deep with sweat easing its travel to the centre of Wonho You begin to twitch your leg, trying to signal your need for mercy. "Sniff this one...it might be your last one fart boy!" Immediately the dam that was his moist hole burst and a large stream of gas rushed out. Now completely point blank with now saturated fabric in the way, the Titans gas showed just how deadly it was. You inhale involuntarily, almost as if you were programmed to do. In spite of the thickness of his gas, it was necessary, your last hopes at living as it flooded your lungs.

Halfway through the fart he began bouncing heavily. Leaning forward to his legs made a 90⁰ angle, shins flat on the ground with his feet just past your head, and his thighs straight up. Once again, the light reflects and almost blinds you as you continue to hear new farts bubble out, sounding muffled due to his thick fatty and muscular cheeks. Then came the rapid descent. You couldn't even prepare as his ass was light up so bright. His glutes mould around once more, and a loud squelch is let out as the sweat acts as lube. The impact shakes your body, and his hole is a few inches from your mouth now. Then he raises again, exactly the same. Again, he drops, shaking your lifeless frame and farting just as he makes contact with your skin. The combined actions of his ass sliding around, consuming your face, and his fart bubbling out and down into your mouth made it seem like a helium baloon was deflating. Now, able to taste his protein fart you gag and shake violently. Wonho smirks as he senses your disgust. Slowly, his ten second fart fills you. You can't help but recall all his consumed food today that was now being recycled into you. Bacon, eggs, and sausage for breakfast. A protein shake a few hours later. A burger and fibre bar for lunch. A strawberry milkshake as a treat. Then today was his weekly beef day, so he likely had a steak with some cabbage. Finally, he was just back from the gym, so another protein shake was almost certain. By the time your mind stops with the horrific train of thought, his fart had ended, yet it would live forever on your tongue.

"One last one, boy. Any last words?" He asks, leaning up again. "Plea....please..."You try begging, but his fart still restricts you mouth movements. "Oh, right, I get it. Little fart sniffer wants me to sit down and clear my bowels fully? Too bad you didn't earn them all. Imma just sit full weight until you pass out and then unload the rest into your clothes so you forever remember to sniff all my farts when I say!" His ass rolls back one last time. The sadistic laughs send shivers down your spine as your vision slowly gets consumed, and your head disappears. Your arms struggle to flail, your body already given up before your mind. Just when it seems dreadfully, you feel movement. Wonho lifts his legs and straightens them out in front of him, tight on too of yours. You scream into the endless crack as you realise he is now full weight sitting on you. He wasn't even touching the ground anymore. Your face was his only souce of balance, and his ass was sinking around it fast. "Keep screaming. You might actually clean my ass for once!" These are the last words you hear before his ass hits the bottom of your ears, a mear 5mms from the floor. Finally, your nose touched his hole in all its sticky, moist, stinking, hot, and puckering glory. He sits for another twenty minutes as you slowly fade from consciousness, consumed by his ass. You never wanted this again, and yet Wonho smirked as he watched your boner pulse, even after fading, in fact he saw it the entire time and yet you didn't even realise you were turned on.

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*Quick little look at an alternate ending that I considered for BangChan as a thank you for the love on the initial post*

"You wanna feel satisfied? You wanna blow your little load? Give Daddy Chans ass a kiss!" He slams back down onto your bright red sweat drenched face. Your teary eyes didn't deter him at all, giving you exactly what you wanted. The dominant leader that you fantasized about. You pucker your lips and he slams down. Your lips meet those of his ass and he throws his head back in pleasure as you realign your hands with the handprints on his back to add to the immersion. He didn't stroke yet though, waiting for a fart to line up with it. Not learning your lesson, you assumed he was being more dominant than in reality and that he wanted tongue.

“Fuck yea…you are a dirty little fart eater aren’t you?” He moans, taking the feeling of your open lips around his hole and tongue deep inside as a sign you wanted to taste some. You feel the tensing around your tongue as he prepares a fart for you. A few minutes pass before the first one arrives. The walls of his hole loosen around your tongue again, allowing a stream of toxic gas to invade your mouth. The taste is overwhelming and you need to retract your tongue to safety. “What’s wrong? Daddy’s gas too flavourful?” He laughs as you shake below him. Your shaking stops for a second once you realise he his weight meant you couldn’t close your mouth again, forced to stay wide open as a wave of farts flooded you. Through the farts you heard him speak, “Sorry change of plans, I’m not gonna stroke, I’ll just let you blow your load with a mouthful of my gas!” His evil sounding laugh turned you on as you felt helpless below him. Gradually you give in and stopped struggling, allowing him to pump his farts down your throat until you finally passed out and came while unconscious.

Bangchan ‘The Daddy’ : Perceptions of Dominance

Post Includes: Facesitting, Face farting, fart sniffing, butt drops, face crushing, slight suffocation, willing sub, different perspectives

You looked all around as the door to Chans dressing room was within reach. Would anyone see you enter? At this point, looking in to see a black leather chair that had two large deep round indents, you didn't care. You close the door behind you and rush over to the chair. Your knees cried out as you dropped with immense speed and hovered your nose just above the indented leather cushion. "Ugh" You moan as the strong scent of Bangchans signature vanilla perfume invaded your nose. The sound of the door opening and then locking breaks you from your trance of analyzing the heat coming from the cushion.

"What have we got here?" Chans Australian accent only further fuels your hard on as he walks slowly over to you. "You like my seat? Maybe...maybe you wanna BE my seat?" He asks with a snicker, looking down at his belt buckle and then back up to make eye contact with you as he took his belt off sexily. He stopped beside you, allowing you to take in how much more muscular he was than you. His glutes protruded out towards your face and you couldn't resist his questions anymore. "Yes please!" You softly respond, unsure if it was the right decision.

Without skipping a beat he pulled his jeans down and showed off his new pair of black Supreme boxers that hugged his curves to the point the fabric was clearly stretching. He carefully handled you and lay you into a seated position with your head down on the seat where the craters were. "Okay test one for potential seats. You've gotta support my weight. As you could see, my massive ass indents anything I sit on with its heavy weight so it's crucial you can handle it!" He turns mid sentence and as soon as he finishes speaking, his ass lowers down. To you, the world was in bullet time, you could feel your heart racing as the black domes of fat ass descended. The black fabric of his underwear, already struggling normally, became slightly translucent at the peaks of his cheeks, and infront of his crack, giving a distorted glimpse at the perfectly smooth pale skin below. Finally you feel the fabric touch the tip of your nose and mould around it. This slight touch broke you from your state of grace and you realised what you were in for.

As if someone set time back to normal, his impact shocks you, and before you have time to think, your head is gone. You no longer feel any outside air, instead the straining fabric of his boxers along with the withering cushion below you. Unfortunately the cushion was to no benefit as his weight pushed your head deep down until you hit the hard support board of the chair. "Oh my, this is so much better. I was starting to worry my ass would go flat from having to sit on that weak cushion. Your head is so much more comfortable. Like how those gel insoles for shoes allow your feet to feel like they are molding into soft support, my butt feels like it's molding around the perfect seat cushion!" While Chan was excited and comfortable, you felt as though your nose was being crushed and your face was being reshaped.

"Chan....im...finding it....hard to breath!" You yell into the fabric. With little room to actually move your mouth, it came out like a completely different language. This didn't matter in the slightest. Any sound made in Chans BBL esque ass was completely inaudible on the outside, only alerting him through feeling. To make matters worse, the feeling of complete suffocation, being crushed, and just being in proximity to chan made you rock hard like never before. "Ohh yeah I completely forgot to tell you to breathe, actually feels nice!" The man said, assuming from your tight pants that you were happily breathing under him. As you also couldn't hear him, you assumed he was being overly dominant and punishing your invasion of his dressing room.

The next ten minutes were a grueling task. Having to manage your air in order to survive until the deadly dom would give you air. "You've been such a comfortable and well behaved seat. Just one more little part for this test and I'll move to the next!" His words of praise overlap with your screams for air, accompanied by slight thrusts, which to Chan, made it look like his praise turned you on. The weight lifts slightly, the muscular aspect of his glutes leaving your face as the fatty layers still drooped down slightly and moulded around your face similar to how slime droops with gravity. Chan had just lifted about 3 inches, but it was undetectable to your struggling face. "One Bang Chan Booty Bomb inbound!" He says excitedly. With the muscles of his glutes having been lifted a little, his words seeped through slightly, muffled to the point he sounded like a dominant australian whisper in your ear, despite him channeling a more excited and fun tone. You took a few breathes, unaware of what was to come, only hearing slight grunts from the perfectly sculpted man above you. The grunts were him focusing his strength into his glutes to crush your face fully. With no warning signs, no noises, and no chance to react, his weight dropped on your face with speed and determination.

You felt as though your nose cracked and blood vessels burst, even the cushion let out a puff as it burst open at the sides. With only a 3 inch gap for momentum, he hit you like a world ending meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. Fighting the urge to pass out, and fearing brain damage, you would soon experience the aftershock of his butt bomb. The sounds of wood creaking alerts you first, followed by the slow and subtle sinking sensation, finally the wooden bottom of the chair split in the middle just below your head.

Your head followed and slipped into the new cavern. The sensation of his force turned you on further despite the horror you felt. "Oh god...shit I shouldn't have dropped so hard!" Chan moans a deep voice, the sudden force relocating his gas to his anus. It was swift and silent, his protein fueled flatulence invaded your shallow cavern of safety until it became a vacumn of cruel crippling gas. The gags of your struggling form barely echo out of his mounds. His unbearable gas would've ended you right then had it not been for his ass slipping down onto your face and crushing your head again. The heavy dense glutes hugged your face, with his black Supreme boxers now smelling of his vile fart. All the factors resulted in you blowing your load the instant his ass settled it's warm doughy shape on you.

From his perspective his soft approach of trying to give you your desire helped you 'arrive', whereas you perceived his actions as dom like, and almost evil, turning you on despite torturing you. Chan allows the pumping in your trousers to finish, dampening your fabric with sticky liquid, before arising and allowing the bright lights of the dressing room to blind you. If there were spectators to witness the event they'd assume you had a pancake face with steam rising off of it. "Ready for test 2?" He groans while taking his shirt off. You try to lift your body up but can barely feel your face. The effects of his astronomically massive ass dropping on your face culminate and the chair splits in two, your head landing flat on the floor, only the flattened cushion softening your fall.

"Are you okay?" His voice showed concern like you didn't experience before. "Ye...yes sir!" You responded as you lifted your head from the floor, looking back to see the seat split in two, collapsed in the middle with his butt boulders still leaving visable craters. "Oh? yes sir? I kinda like that!" His Eager Australian voice sent shivers to your crotch again. Your servant and sub like attitude sparked a dominant flame in Chan that would later ignite a new passion. You watched, dazed from his booty bombs, as he grabbed the deflated leather cushion which was now as thin as paper. He set it in the middle of the floor and moved the broken chair out of the way. "Lay down, head flat on the cushion." You follow his orders, still under the misconception that he was fully dominant. While staring at the ceiling, scared to tilt and look at him, his large muscular shadow began to cast over you until he finally stood above, now shirtless and showing off a ripped physique, having some hand prints painted on his back for his performance. In its full naked glory his body appeared shredded with minimal body fat unlike his ass which looked like it could provide him nutrients for months.

"The Second test to see if you are a good test is durability. Clearly you have the support in you, but no point in a seat that can support for only short periods of time." His words scratched an itch in your brain, the image of being forced under him for hours on end brought your erection back to life during his descent.

At first he did a deep Asian squat allowing his clothed ass the envelop your face again. Even with his weight not even half focused on your face, you felt suffocated as his boxers, saturated by his earlier fart, covered your mouth and nose but not your ears. Now, not clinging for dear life you got a sense of his stinky gas. You took deep breathes, just like with the chair before he came in. Chan responded to feeling your inhales by rocking back and forth, praising you for the initiative. At first the gas smelt meaty, powerful like his body would suggest, but below the surface there were hints of typical protein sources like eggs and dairy, as your inhales came to an end you got a powerful preview of his spices heating up your airways and burning your nose.

"..... pull me down." You were too busy dissecting his fart to hear what he said in entirety. Thinking he demanded you smother yourself, you obliged and reached up for his waist and pulled down. Chan transitioned from his deep asian squat into a kneeling position, his massive mounds giving your head a bear hug only held back by struggling fabric. His legs folded as his feet faced back towards yours, and his warm crotch spilled over your hair. "Such an eager fan aren't you?" His words turn you on, thinking he is teasing you. For the next half an hour he stayed on your face, completely still as he used the feeling of your deep inhales as a sign you were fine. You couldn't believe you stayed rock hard the entire time. Sure at first, the sensation of his fabric clad mounds crawling around your head like an evil force was intensely stimulating. First your nose was pushed deep between his cheeks. Then you felt the heat reach the midpoints of your ears, only being stopped because they hit the heels of his curled feet. Furthermore, his rocking back and fourth gradually edged your mouth open unintentionally, allowing you to now taste his underwear, secretly sweaty from sitting so long on one spot.

"Since you loved the Bang Chan booty bombs so much earlier, here's a little reward for surviving so long!" Yet again his words wouldn't be heard by your cut off ears. Instead, you simply felt the sensation of his ass turning soft, his muscle parts lifting a few inches. Bracing yourself helped very little as the first drop happened. His impact shook you to your core, disorienting you as the second drop occurred, or maybe it was the third as you were completely unable to keep count. His ass didn't even leave your face and yet had immense force. No longer restricted by a chair breaking, he continued to booty bomb for almost 5 minutes straight. Each drop turned you harder and harder but this time you reached down and freed your boner.

Just as you went to grip it to stroke, you got shook again. This time your entire body flopped and you tried to reach for your burning face, only for him to slam down on your hands too. "Oh good boy, spread my ass!" He moans, slowly being turned on by your continued servitude. The drops continued, speeding up as he approaches the 5 minute mark. Finally, with your hands held in place by his heavy cheeks dropping, you began to shoot your load again. With each drop of his weight you shot another burst of semen until he finally stopped.

The endless assault of your face ended but the banging sound continued as someone knocked aggressively on the door. "Chan....Are you in there?" The fellow group members shouted in. Chan panicking, got up suddenly. The cool breeze of the room air brought life back to your abused body for the second time today. "C'mon, let's get in here!" He says, picking you up with ease and throwing your over his shoulder. Your face meets the middle of his crack, bouncing to give ptsd like flashes of his drops on your face as he walked into the private dressing room bathroom for privacy as the members started screwing at the knob of the lock from outside. He dropped you onto the soft mat in the bathrooms and locked the door behind him before realigning over you.

Now in a seated position, his ass was mear inches infront as you looked slightly up to see it jiggling in his boxers, which were visibly wore from bouncing on you, the stitches at the side coming undone. You were mesmerized by it's movements. His cheeks looking both heavy yet graceful, deadly yet attractive.

"Okay so I know I've been nice so far, but last test of being my seat is the fart test. Whether I'm in the studio, the dorm, or the gym, the boys always complain I bombard them with gas and make the room uninhabitable. I need a seat that can absorb as much of my farts as possible!" His words stun you. Nice? He was a fucking butt demon hell bent on reshaping your face to his liking.

"Uhm that was you being nice? Not to complain...sir...but how was the butt dropping on me without warning nice? The fart from earlier? How about demanding I pull you full weight on my face? Or even when I screamed for air as I suffocated right off the bat?" Your boner reappears as you relive the few hours of torture. He simply looks down at your slightly scared frame in confusion and some regret as his dad like nature mad him concerned. "You thought I was mean? Dominant? Evil? I couldn't hear you because of my massive ass. I thought you were just breathing down there, I even told you to keep taking deep inhales. The fart was an accident that slipped out due to the butt dropping. I only dropped on you cause you looked like you enjoyed the weight. And as for demanding you smother yourself in my ass, my full sentence was if you wanted to indulge yourself, pull me down!" His concerned look slowly turned to a smirk of curiosity. "Wait, so you enjoyed thinking I was dark and dominant? I mean ONE part of you sure did!" He laughed, gesturing to your dried cum. You couldn't believe it, you were so turned on by this evil genius dom that smothered you for hours, just to realise it was just your perception.

"Ye...yes! I loved it Chan. I'm sorry for misunderstanding you." You slightly grovel but notice he continued to smirk. "How about we agree you are officially my seat now, I'll enact test 3 as your 'ceremony' and I'll let out my dominant side. I'm used to holding back around others, but you fucking love it don't you?" His Australian accent starts to fully show itself through his now dominant tone. "Yes..yes I do Chan" You agree. "You're such a good boy for daddy Chan right? You want my BIG, BARE, BREATHTAKING BUM to smother you and fart?" He asks, ripping his boxers off and throwing them into the corner. If you hadn't shot two loads already today, the glistening sight of his massive cheeks bursting from his boxers would've immediately got you to bust. Like a 3D horror movie jumpscare, his fleshy boulders appeared to leap from the confines of his underwear, towards your face as if it was food. "Yes..Chan...Sir!" You call him sir to keep the dominant tone going.

"Chan?? Answer us!" The other guys yell, finally making it into the room but being blocked by the bathroom door. "Okay seat lay down, imma let the flood gates open and smother you, drown you both in ass, and gas!" Following the instructions you lay down, lining up on the mat to comfort your head. "Yea boys I'm just in the toilet, having side effects from all the raw protein I've been taking! Small price to pay to keep the fans happy with my body!" He yells out as he quietly lines up just above your face, cheeks hugging your head lightly. "Ohh shit, you about to let the Bang Chan Bombardment off?" The men laugh through the door. Chan is silent, closing his eyes as he prepares to fart.

Your peaceful sniffs of his ass are disturbed as the blare of a foghorn sounding fart erupts and sends shockwaves across your skin. The fart lasts for thirty seconds, not wavering in strength at any point until silence returned. Now, not distracted by his bouncing, you experienced his glorious fart in all its glory. It's airy form pushed the oxygen from your body with force, evicting any pure air that you had as it's mixed scent of eggs, dairy, and something that clearly didn't agree with him destroyed your willing nose. Anyone else would've held their breathe; you, inhaled like a champ giving your nose to Chans ass. "Fuck that was a banger Chan! Damn the sme...the smell is leaking out. Let's get out of here!" The others leave, gagging as the fart leaked under the bathroom door.

"Fuck...I..stink!" Chan moans as he takes small inhales of his own smell, acknowledging it's stench while basking in his 'talent'. 'You want more?" He asked. But before you could answer he dropped into a full weight position like earlier, this time his legs folding by your side, his feet above your head with him facing your feet.

"I don't care if you do. It's your job to take them all. All my nasty farts! Your nose is my new air purifier and i want results!" He leans into his dominant side, finally embracing it as you get hard from hearing it just before your ears got swallowed by his fatty ass.

A few minutes of toxic farts destroyed your lungs. Long airy farts pushed oxygen from your system as the wet squeaky bursts of milkshake induced gas burnt and made you cry from their concentrated stench. "Time to combine some Booty Bombs and some Bombardment!"

His muscular glutes lifted, his fatty layers stayed, and in a few seconds he dropped. You cock pulsed to life with your nose went deeper than before, nose nearing his sweaty, hairless, slippery pucker. But unlike before, once his cheeks crashed down, he ripped a booming fart. It was like two enormous and surprisingly heavy helium balloons were deflating with sticking toxic gas coming out onto your nose. He continued this for almost twenty minutes. Raise, tense, crush, fart. Half way through it became too much, but it just meant you got harder as his dominant side was truly dominating you past limits you never knew you had. You struggled with the overwhelming dominance, suffocation, and stench. Reaching up to push his back, you perfectly align your hands with the red painted hand prints, something you can realise by the change in texture. Your mind races with thought ‘Has he done this before? Is that why he uses hand prints for shirtless performances?” As you contemplate the idea, you lower your hands back down out of exhaustion.

Raise, tense, crush, fart. You inhaled like it was oxygen, stinking oxygen that killed you slowly with its sewage smell. Your pre-cum began to leak but Chan was too far into his dom side to care. Raise...Tense...Crush...Fart. His final drop made your nose peak into his hole. It smelt devine. Manly, stinky, evil, and like a true Australian dom.

"Last stretch! Imma just unload my whole tank now seat. I know you won't get them all, but appreciate every fart you can!" Even though you didn't hear the message, you didn't need to be told to sniff anymore. Your were his. His seat and his property to sit on and fart on for ever.

You felt the rumble of his stomach trickle down to the flesh around your nose. Surprisingly his warm hand gripped your throbbing shaft, showing off his gorilla like grip. His glutes tensed up around your head, squashing it as his gas made its way through his intestines until it finally hit. "Damn...it's all coming now!" His words couldn't be more true as a barrage of gas, lasting ten minutes unloaded itself onto you. His cheeks relaxed again, feeling like warm cushions hugging your head as his gas was chugged into you like a vile protein shake. Each fart varied, and kept you guessing so you could never be prepared. You simply inhale like a wild animal in between screams for freedom. The screams felt good to Chan, vibrating inside a fart chamber as if you were praising his dominant turn. In return, he started stroking your hard on, one stroke per fart until you finally were near unloading for a third time. Instead he teased you, gripping and holding at the tip for a few minutes before lifting off.

His eyes lit up as he felt the cold touch of your tongue enter his hole. The sensation caused him to finally fart and stroke you so you could finish for the final time. He stayed on your tongue, riding it and slamming on your face for a few minutes after you passed out. Once he finally got up he was exhausted from his work and decided to get his private security to take you home discretely before tidying up the mess of the broken chair.

You awake on your bed, in the same clothes, and with the stench of his farts embedded on your nose and mouth. A gift box awaits you on the bed along with note. "Thanks for unlocking my dominant side! I can't wait to have you officially as my seat on payroll. I've got a contract in the box, along with other little gifts. Check your messages on your phone for a little something extra!" Your excitement got the better of you and you rushed to open the box. A deep familiar scent poured put and your eyes watered with happiness. It was his ripped boxers, freshly farted on by the man himself. You bring them to your face, and inhale deeply as the addiction to his smell was too strong to ignore. Other contents of the box included a small bottle of his signature vanilla perfume, some cooling body lotion, and a picture of his newly added handprint on his back to represent you.

Breaking from the trance you checked your messages to see an unknown number with a voice message. "You want a fart?...Say please!" His voice says seductively in his Australian accent. "Please!" You whisper instinctively. After the short gap, a massive ripper of a fart is heard on the recoding that send you over the edge.

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facesittingnightmares · 2 months ago

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Bangchan ‘The Daddy’ : Perceptions of Dominance

Post Includes: Facesitting, Face farting, fart sniffing, butt drops, face crushing, slight suffocation, willing sub, different perspectives

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#fart kink #gay farting #face farts #fart caption #gayfacesitting #male farts #fart story #THEDADDY #sitonmyfaceplease

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