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Number 13

You hear a loud buzzer.

Before you even get to turn you’re picked up by your shirt and dragged into the locker room.

You get thrown into one of the benches, you lay there looking up at the light. “DAMMIT , FUCK.!!” You listen to number 13 yell and punching the lockers too scared to move. Number 13 also known to you as Han. A 6’3” mountain of a man. Even without trying to you always see his watermelon cheeks bounces and jiggle at the tiniest movement.

BBBBBRRRRPPPTTTTTTTT

He was also the gassiest of the team, and his little slip up cost us the game. He turns glaring at you and begins to stomp towards you, “This is all your fault!”

“Wait! What? How is it mine?”

You’re cut off by his ass slamming into your face. Smothering you in his doughy ass, his wet cheeks, boxers and pants drowning you in his sweat. Each word you tried to speak drowned out in a sea of gas and sweat. A scent akin to 100 hard boiled eggs flooded your senses, you weee unsure how long you’d be able to hold on.

“Come on Towel Boy, do your job and clean!”

You hear as the mounds lift off of you, rays of light shining in your face, the first light you saw for the past 20 mins. You continue to look horrified as Han lowers his pants and boxers, his cheeks pouring out of their restraints. The smell of decay radiating out of his cheeks. He looks back at you anger still all over his face.

“Hope you survive!”

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Is there any face farting/ sitting ideas you would like to try but haven’t besides like a stink face in a wrestling match lol?

I've got my "Fuck-It List" up on Fet (https://fetlife.com/users/12057678/posts/10364237) but it's pretty old and I've got some new ideas.

(It's still worth a read, though, if you want to hear about my idea for a gross, perverted version of Double Dare).

Giving a proper stinkface in front of a crowd is probably unattainable at this point, but here's some other fun ideas:

Gas mask farts – the idea used to do nothing for me, honestly. But lately the idea of an airtight seal forcing a victim to inhale every molecule of my gas has been really hot, especially combined with really tight bondage.

Forced bi facesitting – lately I've been into the idea of teaming up with a Domme friend to give a "straight" boy for a downright evil scene. She'd take the lead and probably tie him down before setting me loose to do my thing. I just imagine this guy in absolute disgusted agony as a big, hairy, smelly guy turns his face into a sweatrag, and the reluctance he'd show when his Domme orders him to lick my shithole.

Rimming contest – someone slid into my asks with this one a long time ago. (If you're reading this, sorry! My response kinda went stale in my drafts.) Every now and then, someone slides into my DMs insisting that their tongue game is so strong that I'll be instantly compelled to put a ring on their finger. I think it'd be fun to put a few of these cocky subs to the test. Blindfold me, and, in random order, have a few subs take their proper position behind me. I'd rate their technique, and we'll see who's all talk and who earns bragging rights. Obviously, prizes are in order for the winner.

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Woah, thats a real mans ass, all sweaty and BIG. I just wanna be forced hard right into his ass, getting wet on my face, and covered in his stink!

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Nostalgia Trip - The Fun Really Begins! (Sequel) (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, farting, face-farting, urination, piss-drinking, references to scat, age-gap, possible underage (unspecified ages), kidnapping, fart torture, non-consensual.) 

[DARREN]

It’d been a few hours since they left little Jordie in the bathroom. At first, they put on an old football game, keeping the volume low enough that they could still hear the boy cry. He wasn’t lying when he said they needed that toilet unclogged, and the little freak really wouldn’t like what’d happen if he failed. Darren would, though. In fact, he was hoping that was how it’d go. Making Lukie Boy eat shit was one of the only things they never got to try. They thought about it, but it wasn’t worth the risk. What if he caught something? He kept his mouth shut like a good, compliant little fag, but there also weren’t many people asking questions. Doctors were nosey fucks, especially where kids were concerned.

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Nick, Pt. 5

WARNING: This story is mostly fictional and includes farts, body odor, and sexual subjects. If you are under the age of 18, or this does not interest you, please read no further.

Five days later, I was at Nick’s house again. He stripped in his bedroom, then lay down beside me on his bed. Be wore only his usual ill-fitting pair of tighty-whitey’s. I grabbed the bulge in the front of the undies. Nick put a hand over mine. He then grabbed his waistband and pushed it down. His wide 9-inch dick was revealed, hard as could be.

I helped Nick pull his underwear the rest of the way off, then I left kisses everywhere on the way back up. First on his feet, then his legs, his knees, his thighs…Nick bent his knees and pointed his asshole at me. I moved forward and pulled apart the two masses of fat and flesh. His asshole smelled like a mixture of his normal sweat and his farts. I sniffed it greedily, and then I began tonguing the hole it tasted just as it smelled, and that was alright with me. I aggressively ate his ass, and Nick grabbed handfuls of his sheets, moaning out loud. He put a hand on my head, and then he let out a long fart, right into my mouth. I happily ate his smelly gas, then I pulled my head away from his asshole.

Nick guided my head to his dick and put his dick in my mouth. I began sucking him off. It was a bit difficult, considering how thick his dick actually was. As I finished, he ripped another fart, this was longer and juicier than the first. I moaned and sniffed it. I then came up to Nick’s head and kissed him. “I love your farts.”

“I know,” he said. Nick stood up and stretched. He put his tattooed arms forward and lay me down face-up. I smiled, putting a pillow under my head.

Nick stepped onto the bed. He kneeled over me, his meteor ass only inches from my face. He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his pink asshole once more. He trapped my face between his ass cheeks, my nose resting right against his hole. Nick sat down with his full weight, and I put my arms around his thighs. He gave one of my hands a squeeze. A deafening noise almost made me jump. It was a rumble that went on for five seconds. The fart had the familiar sour milk smell, but of course, it was a lot stronger when it was the only air I had to breathe.

I started sniffing the hot gas when another blast occurred. The stench increased, and I moaned as I took it all in. I wanted all of his gas, forever.

The next blast was silent. The air was very warm and smelled so much more potent than the others. I continued sniffing, pressing my nose to his hole as hard as I could.

There was a big pause in the gas flow, then a fourth blast exploded from Nick’s ass. It was so loud! The fart quieted down as it powered on for ten seconds. A fart that long, for me, was the hottest thing. I moaned loudly as I sniffed it, nearly sticking my nose up his ass.

I felt Nick take my hands off his thighs, and then he stood up, allowing me to see light and breathe clean air. But I didn’t want clean air. “What happened?”

“Oh my god, you look so sad,” said Nick. He sat to my side and ran his fingers through my hair. “I ran out of gas. I’ll have to eat something.”

“Damn,” I said. I sat up and moved my body to face his. I reached forward and put my hands on his chubby sides. “So, what are you gonna eat?”

“My mom’s making chili tonight. I was thinking of going to her place for dinner tonight,” said Nick.

I sighed. Dinner was like 4 hours away. “Couldn’t you eat anything sooner?”

He smiled. “I’ll order some Chinese. It gives me pretty good gas.”

Nick stood up and stretched again. A rumbling fart fell out of his ass. “Whoops. I didn’t even feel that one coming.”

I put my head forward and sniffed the fart, smiling as I did so. Nick grinned at me, and I watched his thick, wide ass as he walked out of the room to order his food.

Life had become so great.

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Neighbor Next Door Part 2

I wake up from a nap from a brutal night I just had, strapped to Randy’s chair with Marks very large sweat filled underwear crammed in my mouth still, I can tell the cook out has started as upstairs sounds like a dance club. Seems as if the whole floor upstairs in popping and cracking I can see the floor bowing, imagining the worst I picture the living room and kitchen full of very large half naked sweaty guys scratching their ass and farting and burping eager to have their way with me. Trying to remain positive and telling myself it will all be over soon and I will be at

home before I know it. The voice of Randy and Mark shout out above all the guys “who’s ready to have some real fun” without hesitation it sounded like a stampede has started and I hear the door knob make a clinging noise as the door flys open. I hear Randy say over everyone “before the fun starts I have some rules”, as he is trying to hold back the laughter. Rule 1 there will be no anal penetration on him. Then there’s a moment of silence, Randy says” and that’s it get in line”. Randy walks over to me, The word “spank” on his ass is all I see as he removes Marks briefs from my mouth. I lift my head to see at least 15 guys all had to be 480lbs and up. Some of the guys naked and some of them in swim speedos that looked to be swallowed by their fat. Randy running his fat fingers through my hair says .. “anything goes boy, hope your ready for a looooong day and night”. Almost in tears the first enormous hairy superchub makes his way to me. His large thighs swings over my face and body, slowly lowering his body onto me, I get a mouth full of his big hairy balls, my face pinned under his soft jiggly belly I start to feel his cock get hard and pressing up against my face .. getting bigger and bigger. He fat chub cock fills my mouth at the same time I feel hands groping my cock and balls. This superchub is pounding my mouth, sounds like his friends are clapping but I can feel that it is his massive ass cheeks on top of me smacking together , drenched in his body sweat I hear a loud roar as his hot thick juices shoot down my throat. His big sweaty balls peel off my chin ,I feel I am being unstrapped From the chair. Nervous as hell but also kinda turned on by what had just happened. I feel a swift movement . I smell a familiar odor hovering over my face. Forcing my eyes open from all the crotch and belly sweat I see Mark’s hairy giant ass, cheeks spread as far as he can get them. “Poof” my head was gone submerged in his ass crack. Smelling horrid , worse then it did yesterday. I feel my arms being pinned and strapped at my side and my legs pinned and strapped straight. Mark stands up pushing a fart out as it relieves my face from his ass.

I am laying there helpless looking at the room of all these super obese horny guys of all ages, licking their lips, playing with their balls and cock, hearing farts slip out here and there seems as if all of them are dripping in sweat as it is so hot in this basement.Randy just sitting back in his other chair with a beer smirking enjoying the show. I hear a guy say “ok Bob-o, you ready” this kid had to be low 20’s in age and about 5’8 500lbs . Just this massive smooth superchub boy. His belly gently sliding across my face as he gets on top of me in a 69 position. Then BAM he plops his huge body on me his big smooth balls resting on my mouth feeling his full weight as his legs are spread out. I am literally trapped under this kid, can’t even budge . I can feel his warm mouth playing with my cock. I close my eyes for a moment of enjoyment only to be quickly opened to a dark shadow, there’s a line forming behind this boys huge bubbly ass. Confused on what exactly is going on here the first guy comes up to this boys ass. My face is a few inches away of watching these superchub cocks pounding this boys ass. My nose constantly being pinched Inbetween all these asses as they take their turns. I’m drenched in my sweat and the sweat from all these asses. I’m chocking and gaging. After 2 hours of this,the last superchub in line smacks the boys ass, quietly says “ok bob-o, you ready for your part” Bob-o shakes his big perfect bubble ass from side to side and then scoots up and leans back . His ass filled and dripping with cum. He must of had like a half gallon on warm cum inside him. I slowly start to see cum oozing from his clean ass. The flow is getting thicker and thicker . Trying to keep my mouth shut I feel these big manly hands on my balls , he tugs and twist my balls . My mouth opens as I scream in pain, biiig mistake my face now engulfed in this boys ass my mouth stuck open I can feel the warmth and taste the cum squirting in my mouth and covering my face . This boy starts riding my face, my head bouncing from the couch to his ass until all the cum that was in him was now down my throat and on my face . This 500 pound boy slowly gets up. Feels like my face has been dunked in slime. I feel a rag wiping my face. After my face was cleaned I seen that it wasn’t a rag it was Marks briefs that was being wiped all over my face. My jaw dropped” thinking to myself , I don’t want to do this anymore just please please let me go” a few of the bigger guys have lifted me up and then turned me over stomach side down. I was being lowered face first into the 500 pound superchub smooth bubbly ass. Another hairy superchub sat on me as he grabbed my hair, forcing me to lick and clean every inch of this kids ass.. I tried doing it as quickly as I could so it could be over with. It still ended up taking me 45 min of my tongue going across his ass. Down In his crack to his hole and balls before all the cum and sweat was gone.

Randy Shouts” break time, we will take an hour long food and pool break before returning “ . Still laying there strapped and not being able to really move I just laid there staring at the ceiling hearing the foot steps going away, wood popping and cracking as they made their way....... except this other set of foot steps I hear still lingering in the basement . I look over to see this guy... had to be about mid 50’s 550lbs hairy daddy type. His back and ass so hairy you could barely see his skin. Peeking around the corner of the wall watching as the least set of foot prints made its way out the door. He quickly turns and storms over to me. Devilishly looking me over up and down... he slowly pulls down his speedos.. places his speedo with ass hairs all over it over my eyes. Moments later I hear rough fling around . I feel this strap going around my head with what seemed like a gag in my mouth. He removes his speedo and “what the hell is this” I mumbled . He just smiled and turned around. This guy had placed what looks to be a strap on dildo to my fucking face. The dildo base resting in my mouth. He scoops me up and sits me against the wall. My hands and legs still strapped and now my body pinned between his thighs. I see his extremely un natural hairy giant ass backing it’s way up to my face . In total disbelief and thinking who would ever think something like this . I see his ass hole open up and the head of the 10 inch dildo pop into his ass. Slowly taking it all and his ass now crushing my face against the wall he begins to fuck my face .. watching his ass lips hug this dildo and then come back to meet my lips. I was dramatized and he was having the time of his life. He began to ride it faster and harder. His ass had to be about 4 feet wide and my face feeling every inch of it . I can feel my face covered in his ass sweat and ass hair , it was all over. After 15 min I hear him say”ahh my knees” and think to myself oh thank god he is pooped. He picks me up and throws me on the couch. Now standing over me and grabs my face and places the dildo to his hole, with no hesitation he free drops his ass on my face .. I can’t breath his balls and cock are smacking my face as he rides the dildo. His ass sweat moist my lips . This older guy is going to town his moans getting louder and louder. The dildo pops out of his ass and as his cum soaks my face .. he catches his breath as his cock shrinks back up inside his crotch, gives me a big smirk and said” time for a sandwich” and walks away. I am panicking and doing everything I can to have him take this off before anyone else gets any ideas. Telling myself there’s only but 30 min left until they come back . Wtf am I gonna do . ..... to be continued. (Part 3)

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The Human Chair

Warning; LONG (~8.5K words) and not including a "keep reading" link in case this blog goes down some day :/

An old story of mine that's floating around here on tumblr already but hosted on one of my blogs that got deleted, here it is again in case & to find it easier;

John was sitting at his armchair in his living room, thinking for a long while. Would it work well? He thought it would. He looked up at the clock and saw the time. It was a quarter to 3. If the guy who emailed him was serious about this, he would be getting off the train at 3:15. John got up, grabbed his coat, and left his house.

The train pulled into the station. People got out. John sat in his car, waiting for the guy who had reached out to him. He stepped off the train, just as he said he would. He was short, a scrawny nerdy looking guy with blond hair and glasses, not too shabby an outfit. Sweater over a shirt and khakis. He was probably a tech guy. He was scanning the parking lot for John’s car, and when he saw it, he paused. Maybe he was second guessing? Whatever nerves had caused him to pause, he dropped them and walked toward John’s car, a slight tremble in his steps. In that moment, John felt the urge to fart. He held it in. John’s cock was hard in his pants.

“Ben?” He rolled down the window.

“Yeah, John?” He gulped.

“Come in.”

He got into the car and buckled his seatbelt, “Thanks for picking me up,”

“Yeah of course. Besides, no offense, but I don’t give my address out to people who might flake.” He turned out of the parking lot, “You still want to do this?”

“Yeah,” Ben was smiling wide. He thought John looked even hotter in person; rugged black hair and scruff, a strong physique…he had seen naked pictures and knew he was hairy under those clothes.

“Good. Do you want lunch or anything?” John gave out a little laugh, “Will probably be your last good meal for a while,”

“No it’s ok, I ate before I got on the train,” Ben was shaking now. John grimaced. He didn’t want to bring this stranger to his house if he started having doubts and backing out. But there was not much he could do. In the email, he was clear that Ben was allowed to say no at any point before they start. After they started, Ben would have no choice. That part turned Ben on, he’d said.

They reached his house. It was an ordinary single story house. It didn’t stand out from the others in the neighborhood. It had a chimney, but John didn’t use the fireplace for years.

“You know, I’m still surprised that you found my ad,” John said as they got out of the car. “I thought that site would have taken it down by now.”

“Nope, it’s, uh, still up.” Ben had gone quiet in the car. John could tell he was nervous. Once they got into the house, Ben asked “Ok so, where is it?”

John smiled again. Maybe the nerves were because of excitement. “Follow me.”

He brought him into the living room. It was relatively small. His armchair was against one wall. The couch was against the other. Three large windows looked into the back yard. Across from the armchair was the TV. John gestured toward the armchair, “Here it is, just like I told you.”

Ben was trembling a lot now, and he looked at the chair, his eyes glued to the seat. “It really works the way you said, in the email?” His voice was faint.

“Yep. I’ll go over just to be clear,” With a grunt, he pulled the chair away from the wall. Ben couldn’t believe what he was looking at. It was exactly as it was in the pictures. The same pictures he had been jerking off to for the past week.

It was a large square hole in the wall. John had explained that it was where the fireplace used to be, but he didn’t want to pay extra for gas so he had it removed. Instead of patching up the wall, he left the hole. He’d also done a lot of DIY. He expanded the back of the wall, which took some space out of his bedroom closet but he didn’t mind that. He built a small drain that went down into the house’s sewage pipes. Just above that was a long board with wheels, what resembles a hospital gurnee. There were straps around it. There was also a hole in the middle of the board.

“Alright,” John sighed, his arms on his waist, “So…to recap. You’ll lay down here. I’ll strap your arms, ankles, legs, and chest in so you can’t move. You’ll be naked and your ass will go in that hole. I’ll put a funnel system around your dick and under your ass. That way, you don’t have to come out for the restroom or anything, you can just go into that hole. Kind of gross but it takes care of that problem at least.”

Ben gulped, “Ok,”

“You’ll be completely strapped and so, won’t move around. Then, I”ll put the chair over you. As I showed you,” He gestured toward the back of the chair, the bottom of it was hollowed out, “I fixed this old armchair up so that the cushion has a rim-chair built into it. When I put the chair back in place, I will turn the knobs on the gurnee and it will lift you up so that your face is at the seat level. See?” He unveiled the top of the seat, which looked like a normal cushion at first but turned out to be a thin fabric hiding the rim-chair. “Your face will be in that hole. And…uh, yeah that’s it. I’ll sit on your face as long as I want.”

Ben’s heart was pounding. John continued, “This fabric is in case I have friends over. Which I will, tomorrow night. I invited some buddies to come watch the game. Don’t worry, none of them will be sitting in this seat. Your face belongs to my ass only,” He smiled wide, “Just as I said in my emails, when you are my chair, you have no rights. You cannot say you want out at any time. If I need to fart, I’m farting up your nose. If I want my hole licked, I’ll sit on you naked and that will be your only cue. The only time you matter is when I ask if you are hungry or thirsty, and I’ll give you food and water. Otherwise, you don’t give me instructions. I’m not interested in conversation, because I don’t talk to chairs. If you are uncomfortable and want me to loosen the straps, too bad. If you’re sick of my farts, too bad. As we agreed, you belong to me for the next 48 hours. There are no safe words. If you want out now, I’ll take you back home. But the minute I put you in the wall is the minute you belong to me. If at any point in the next 48 hours you want to stop, and go home…too bad. My ass is your home until the weekend’s over. Do you understand?”

Ben’s face was white. He’d been jerking off to this kind of fantasy for so long, and when he found John’s ad online, he couldn’t contain his excitement. But now that he was in the house, he was terrified. It was too real for him. What if he hated it? What if in the very first minute he hates it after all? He’d never done something like this before. He’d never actually been smothered under a man’s ass, he’d never sniffed farts, never done anything kinky like this. If it turns out he doesn’t like it…he’ll be stuck as a human chair for two days.

“Do you understand?” John was deliberate.

“Yes sir,” Ben gulped, “I…I’m sorry this is just so hardcore…I’ve heard of people doing these things but I haven’t really done BDSM stuff with anyone,”

“Do you want to call it quits?” John asked again. “I won’t be mad.” That wasn’t entirely true. He would be annoyed and disappointed if the only person who responded to his ad decided to say no at the literal last minute. He’d been dying to try out his new toy for months. But he was still a good guy. He wouldn’t pressure anyone into doing it. In the emails, Ben seemed very excited. Maybe he was more in love with the idea of being a human chair than actually doing it. John would cut him slack since he has never dipped into bondage play before.

And Ben was nervous. He stared at the hole for a long time. The silence was more awkward with each passing second. Finally he took a deep breath, “No, I…I’m ready.”

“Ok. Take off your clothes.”

Ben stripped. As he undressed, his face was flushed. John seemed like a nice guy over their email conversation. But how could he put so much trust in a stranger on the internet? The only solace that Ben had was knowing that in these last few moments before they started, he was in complete control. At any second he could say “Nope” and go back home. But that window of time was getting smaller and smaller. John had pulled the gurnee out from the hole in the wall. There were seven straps. Two for each ankle, two for each wrist, one for his thighs, one for his chest, and one for the neck. There was a little padded indent at the front where his head would rest, two little rounded poles came up on either side. He didn’t know what they were for.

“Alright, if you are ready, lay down on your back.”

Ben stood in the living room naked. His cock had gone hard and was throbbing. He knew that once he was strapped in, he wouldn’t be able to touch himself at all for the whole weekend. That was part of the fun.

“And I’ll take your glasses for you,” He said. Ben took them off and handed them over. John asked, “can you see at all without these?”

“A little,” he shrugged, blinking, “I can’t see far away.”

“Ok. Not that it matters, you won’t be looking at anything but my asshole.” He picked up Ben’s clothes and put them on the table.

Ben sat down on the gurnee and got into position. Laying down, his ass was over the hole. When he had to go, he would just relieve himself into the tube that John would set up. That was the worst part, to him in the moment, thinking how disgusting and unhygienic it was. But he wouldn't have another choice. John had suggested wearing an adult diaper, but that sounded even worse.

Ben tightened the straps around his ankles. Then he tightened the strap over his thighs. Then, around his wrists. Ben’s heart was beating too fast. He tried to control his breathing. John tightened the strap over his chest. Almost as a reflex, Ben jerked his body a bit but he couldn’t move at all. Delicately, John guided Ben’s head down on the padding, and carefully wrapped the strap around his neck and tightened it just enough to keep him from moving his head up. Ben gulped, he felt the strap. He could still breathe fine at least. John moved over to fit a large tube over Ben’s dick, and pointed the other end of it down the hole in the gurnee between Ben’s legs. He set up a similar tube under Ben’s ass. Then, John turned some knob near Ben’s head, and the two poles on either side came together and pressed into his temples just above his ears. They weren’t tight, but they were set in place so Ben couldn’t turn his face to the side. He was completely immobile.

“Alright. This is your last chance,” John stood over him, his crotch was at the level of Ben’s face. From here, Ben saw John at a glorious angle. He looked so tall, buff, powerful, a dominant man. “Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?”

Ben nodded as much as the poles and straps allowed him to, “Yes sir. I…I need to be your chair. It’s my destiny” Ben’s cock was throbbing against his belly.

John smiled widely. His crotch was bulging. He had been horny since they started talking online. “You have no idea how much I’m going to love this. This has been my fantasy for years but I couldn’t find guys who were into it. You’ll be my first chair. You should be honored.”

Ben gulped, his face was burning red, “I…I’m very honored sir. I hope I serve you well.”

“You only have three jobs once you’re in there,” John said, “First, sniff all of my farts. I don’t want to smell a single one. Second, eat out my asshole whenever I’m naked. Third, don’t talk unless you are asking for food and water.”

“…ok,” Ben’s voice had gone weak. He was starting to feel dread now. Excited and horny, but also dreading if he’d made the wrong choice. But it was too late to say anything. He had to go through with it. As he said, this weekend is his destiny now.

It was settled. John slowly pushed the gurnee into the old fireplace, lining it up right. He had sealed off the chimney long ago, so it wouldn’t be cold in there. Ben’s body was completely hidden in the wall. Only his head and shoulders were sticking out, held down on the gurnee. Using his feet, John kicked down the wheel stops so that the gurnee couldn’t move if Ben shook around. John then pushed the chair back in place against the wall. Then, he got on his knees and stuck his hand under the chair. He found another knob and twisted it a few times to lift the gurnee up. As promised, Ben’s nose peaked through the hole in the seat. John stood up, and saw through the built-in rim seat, Ben’s face was the only part of him exposed. John grabbed the fabric from earlier and reminded him, “This is only to cover you for when my friends are here tomorrow. Don’t worry, they won’t see you. But it is thin enough that my ass will mold over your face and you will still get to smell everything.”

“Um, John,” Ben was shivering, “can we…or, ok, wait, pause, can we just do this for maybe half an hour at first, just to test it so I can see what it’s like before we do the full two days,”

John burst out laughing. It sounded evil in the moment. Ben’s face went white this time, the same dread creeped back. John said “I just told you minutes ago that don’t have conversations with chairs. No normal person speaks to a chair. But since you’re new to this I’ll let it slide. Your time for negotiation is over. If you wanted to only do half an hour, you should have said so in the email. But nooo…you’re pathetic little dick was throbbing when I said 48 hours. Remember you told me that? Throbbing. You loved the time we picked. So I’m sticking with it. It is,” he looked at the clock, “4pm Friday. Meaning that you will be here until 4pm Sunday afternoon. And now I’m done talking to you.” He sighed. Ben was whimpering. He was afraid he’d made a terrible mistake.

“I have been holding this fart in since I picked you up from the train,” John smiled again, “And you’re going to vacuum suck it out of my jeans.” he turned around. His ass looked huge from this angle, and he slowly lowered it over Ben’s face. The cushion supported his butt cheeks, and lightly spread them in his pants. They molded over Ben’s face. John shifted around until he felt the tip of Ben’s nose wedge up against his asshole. Now John was shaking. His cock was hard. He gripped the armrests of the chair and pushed.

PPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The fart came out much louder than he thought it would be. It vibrated deep into the chair. He burst out laughing. He felt Ben cry out into his ass, and he heard the gurnee wheels squeak. He was buckling around down there, making the gurnee shake a bit, but John knew it wouldn’t move. And he knew that there was nothing Ben could do to get his face out from his ass. The straps and post made it so he had no choice but to keep his head up, and if John wanted to fart directly into his nostrils, he could. And definitely would.

“Again, I’ll be nice since you’re new to this,” John cleared his throat, “You can’t be making any noise down there. The next 24 hours will be great practice for you to suck in my farts without freaking out and screaming.”

He felt Ben settle down, and felt him sniff and cough into his ass cheeks. John said, “Ok and also you really need to not cough or gag or anything. Anyway, now we can start for real.”

And with that, John stopped talking. Because why would he talk to a chair? He flipped on the TV and watched an old sitcom rerun. He felt a silent but deadly fart seep out and warm his butt. He shivered in delight, feeling extra comfortable in his new chair. If anyone else lived in the house with him, walking by they would just see John sitting in his favorite chair watching TV, and not think twice.

…

The next couple hours were uneventful. The sun set and it got dark in the house quick. John had some lights on and was still watching the show. At one point he got up to grab a bag of chips. As he stood up, he heard his chair coughing and sucking in fresh air. John laughed. In the kitchen he poured some chips into a bowl. Then he walked right back to the living room and sat down. Obedient so far. He didn’t have that much gas. Just a few short, quiet farts whispered out of his ass. They must have stunk pretty badly because each time, he felt muffled coughing against his butt cheeks, and heard the gurnee shake a bit. John had a huge smile on his face, and he was hard the whole time.

At around 7pm he turned off the TV, got up, and went to the kitchen to make some dinner. Nothing special. Leftover beef tacos. Even though it wasn’t healthy for him, he heated it up with a heaping handful of pre-shredded cheese. His grin was so wide. He’d mentioned in earlier emails that he was lactose intolerant, and that he would purposefully eat dairy so that he had more frequent and more foul smelling gas. In Ben’s reply, he said “my cock is drooling at the thought”. So, why not stick to his word? He’ll feel gross for the rest of the night, but at least John wouldn’t have to smell any of his own farts. He quietly ate his tacos in the kitchen, texting his friends about what beer he should get for the party tomorrow.

Closer to 8pm, he came back to the living room. He wanted so badly to look down at his chair again, but part of the fun was not acknowledging Ben as a person. He had to treat the chair like he would treat any other chair; with apathy, and disinterest. He sat back down, shifting a bit and feeling his cheeks separate so that Ben’s face wedged into his ass again. He puckered his hole to make sure that it was right over his nose.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t have put cheese in those tacos” he pretended he was talking to himself, “My ass is gonna be ripping up a storm tonight.”

He sat back and turned the TV on again. This time he watched the next episode of his favorite cop drama.

His guts gurgled. His dick got hard. He knew that his chair had heard the gurgling too. John could feel his face scrunch up, embracing for impact. He grunted,

PRPRRRRRT

A wet sounding fart sputtered out of his ass. John sighed. He felt the chair sniff, and then it made a violent gagging noise. Again, he felt the chair shake a little as Ben’s body jerked as a reflex. John held back laughter. His own lactose farts made him feel queasy. He couldn’t imagine how unbearable they had to be injected right up the nose. He looked at the clock. Only 45 more hours to go.

At 9pm he got up, and to his surprise, the chair spoke,

“John can we do a time out,”

“Huh?” He looked around, pretending that he was alone, “That’s funny, I could have sworn I heard someone speak even though there’s no other human in the house,”

“John I’m serious,” the chair pleaded, “Your farts stink really fucking bad, I need a break,”

John grit his teeth, and said, “Ok, quicktime out. Yeah, of course they stink. They’re farts. Not rose perfume. Second, you don’t get breaks, remember? You are my chair.”

“Yeah,” Ben’s voice was faint, defeated. They’d already talked about this at length over email, but it wasn’t until that moment that Ben had internalized the reality of it.

“Now, I’ve been way too nice to you so far,” John continued, “So if you speak without permission again, I’m not going to be nice. Ok?”

The chair didn’t say anything.

“Good chair.” John nodded. “You hungry?”

“Yes sir.”

John went into the kitchen to make food. Ben stared up at the ceiling, his whole body trembling. This was really happening. He couldn’t stand John’s noxious farts. Each one made him feel sick to his stomach. But he had no choice. Just as he promised, he was completely at the mercy of John’s ass. In the dark hole in the wall, a pearl of precum dripped out of Ben’s cock.

John came back with bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. The smell of tacos when John got up earlier had made his stomach growl, and he wished he would have gotten more food than this. But he couldn’t complain. John had to spoon feed him the soup, and he tore the sandwich into small bites to drop into his mouth. Didn’t want to get the rest of the chair dirty. He then let Ben gulp down a glass of water.

Without asking if he was satisfied, John sat right back down in the chair. He had a devilish smile on his face, because he had been holding in more gas since he got up.

PRRPTRTTTTTTTTT

The fart sounded like it came from deep in his bowls. Again, he felt the chair jerking around under him. He continued to watch TV.

Close to 10pm, John turned the TV off and got up. He went into the bathroom, got undressed, and turned on the shower. He stood outside, waiting for the water to get hot. His body was covered in black hair, especially on his arms, legs, and ass cheeks. He got into the shower and started to shampoo his hair. He rinsed, put in some conditioner, and lathered his hands in body wash. He kept his ass sticking out of the shower curtain. He didn’t want a single drop of water to touch it. Why wash your ass in the shower when you had a chair with a built in asshole cleaner? Out of curiosity, he did two things. First, he brought his ass back into the shower, still away from the water, and ripped a fart. It echoed off the tiles. He sniffed the air. It was like old cheese in rotting egg salad. The stink actually made him gag. He started laughing. That was what he would be feeding his chair for the next few days. His cock was hard, but he decided to wait to take care of it.

The second thing he did, after he dried himself off, was to rub his index finger in his ass crack, then bring it up to his nose to smell. Not atrocious, but not…good. It’s a man’s ass at the end of the day, of course it wouldn’t smell good. Again he shivered. He washed his hands, then he brushed his teeth. He went into his room, still naked, and grabbed a blanket. Then he walked back to the living room.

His cock had gone down a bit, but it was at half mast when he reached the chair. Briefly, he looked into Ben’s eyes, before turning around and sitting down. Now he felt the skin of his face wedge into his ass crack. Luckily he didn’t have to repeat the rule about nudity, because the chair remembered to start licking. John draped the blanket over himself, and opened a book he had left on the table.

For the next few hours, John was in ecstasy. It was so warm and comfortable. He loved the feeling of being fresh out of the shower, comfy and naked in a blanket, curled up with a good book, and feeling a hot moist tongue work his asshole. It was hard for him to focus on the book, because, despite how much he wanted to dehumanize and ignore him, Ben was the only thing on John’s mind. He thought that at any moment, he could easily fart into his mouth. But it was still day one, John thought he’d give him a bit more time to get used to these arrangements before he pushed the boundaries. The devil on his shoulder was excited. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow, when he would get to hear his chair gagging on the fart he’ll rip down its throat.

As the hours passed, the tongue was moving slower and slower. There were a few minutes where it stopped completely. John would clear his throat, and a moment later it would start back up again. He looked at the clock. It was nearing 1am.

8 hours had passed. Another 40 to go. John wished he could just fall asleep in his chair, and force Ben to endure his night farts. His dick was hard at the idea of him being fast asleep, and his unconscious body letting out a disgusting fart right up Ben’s nose. So badly, he wanted to sleep on top of Ben, keeping Ben from sleeping and forcing him to be conscious with his putrid asshole over his nose. But unfortunately, John couldn’t fall asleep in a chair. He had to lay down. So, he put the bookmark in his book, set it aside, tossed the blanket off of him, and got up to go to bed. He stood up a bit, his ass hovering just over the chair. Instead of saying goodnight, he grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them, and pushed,

PPRRPRPRPRRRRRR

Yet another obnoxiously disgusting fart burst out of his ass. This time, he got to hear the chair’s coughing and gagging without being muffled. He didn’t turn to look. He turned off the light and left the room.

In bed, John had lotioned his cock and was masturbating to the memories of the day. He was kicking himself for not modifying the couch instead. If he’d modified the couch, then he could have the option to sleep with his ass over Ben’s face. Ribbons of cum draped his body. He wiped it off with a rag and fell asleep.

…

At 7am, John’s alarm went off. He yawned, stretched, refreshed for a new day. He got out of bed and threw on tight athletic underwear that helped him breathe down there, grey jogging shorts, and a tight purple running shirt. He put on black socks, and his running shoes.

Walking through the house, he passed the living room on the way to the kitchen. His chair was silent. He grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge, grabbed his iPod, and left his house.

Even though it was a cool morning, he sweat a lot during his run. He jogged three miles every morning. His stomach wasn’t feeling good. Still upset from the cheese the night before. But that was a problem for his chair to deal with.

It was closer to 8am when he got back to the house, his back, armpits, crotch, feet, and ass were all sweating. He finished his water and came into the house, where he took off his shoes, and, with a smirk, dropped his jogging shorts. His underwear had dark patches of sweat around his ass crack and crotch. He walked straight to the living room, ready to relax in his chair.

Briefly looking at the face in the hole, he noticed bags under his eyes. He thought about asking Ben if he slept well, but remembered that it would be weird for a guy to talk to a chair. Ben hadn’t slept well at all. He never was able to sleep on his back, and hours of the straps digging into his skin made him itchy, and the inability to move made him claustrophobic. He briefly slept for a few minutes at a time, dozing off then waking up again, unable to fall into a deep sleep.

John twisted around and sat on the chair. His tight underwear held in the moisture of his ass crack sweat up against the nose. John leaned forward, scrolling through social media on his phone. He slowly let out a thick and silent fart. It made his swamp ass heat up, and again he heard and felt retching under him. John’s cock tightened.

After a half an hour of aimlessly looking at sensationalized news, John got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He scrambled some eggs and put them in an english muffin sandwich, each with a slice of ham and muenster cheese. He figured the combination of eggs and cheese would make a wonderful cocktail of gas for his chair to enjoy later.

He went to the living room and asked, “Hungry?”

“Yes sir,” the chair’s voice croaked, sounding depressed.

John went back to the kitchen. A few moments later, he came back with some buttered toast, a cup of greek yogurt, and a banana cut in slices. Feeding was the only time he treated Ben like a person. John looked down at him with a kind smile.

After giving him a glass of water to drink, the chair said, “…I’m sorry John but I feel so stiff. Can you let me out?”

John’s smile disappeared.

“Just five minutes and I’ll get right back in,” the voice was shrill, “Please, I gotta stretch man, this hurts,”

John didn’t say anything. He set the glass down, stood up, and left the room. Ben’s eyes frantically shifted, but he shouldn’t move his head to see anything beyond the ceiling. He heard John’s footsteps come back, and then, to Ben’s surprise, he felt the gurnee lower. He was going to let him out!

“Thank you so much sir,” he smiled, “I promise I won’t complain again for the rest of the weekend,”

John moved the chair out of the way. But instead of pulling the gurnee out of the wall, he stood over Ben and twisted his ear. Ben cried out in pain, his face scrunching up and his mouth wide open. Just what John wanted. John quickly shoved something into Ben’s mouth, and quickly wrapped a strap around the back of his head, keeping it secure around his mouth. Ben couldn’t see it, but he could feel it prying his lips open. He couldn’t close his mouth if he wanted to. He moaned out, frantic. What was going on?

John ignored his cries, and he brought the chair back over him. Then, he reset the gurnee to lift him back up to seat level. Just like before, except this time his mouth was being held open with a spider gag.

The chair continued to moan in fear as John went into the kitchen and pulled out a half pint of chocolate milk. He chugged half of it, then carried it into the living room. He stood over the chair so it could see clearly what he was holding. It’s eyes were wide with fear. It moaned out, unable to make words but the pattern was clear, “No, no, no, no,”

“I told you I would stop being nice if you didn’t keep silent,” John closed his eyes, setting the milk jug down. “Now, you must be punished.”

He turned around, peeled his underwear off his sweaty ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and sat down on the chair.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The chair screamed up John’s ass. John smirked. That had to taste bad. It would take another hour for the milk to do havoc on his system, so he would just have to wait until the real punishment started. John turned on the TV and relaxed.

…

At 11:30, John finally stood up. He looked down at Ben’s face, which was wet with tears, and his eyes were burning red. Despite how horrible the past three hours had been for him, he at least managed to swallow every single fart.

Without speaking, John lowered the gurnee, moved the chair, and then removed the spider gag. The chair didn’t speak. Just like a good chair should act. He then put everything back in place.

John hoped that Ben finally understood what ‘you have no rights” means, and "you belong to me for the next 48 hours”. He looked at the clock and did a quick calculation. 20 hours in, only 28 more to go.

He went into his bedroom and changed into jeans and a plain sweater. Grabbed his coat, wallet, and keys, then left the house. He drove to the grocery store. It was busy around lunch time. He picked up snacks for tonight’s game. Buffalo chicken wings with blue cheese dipping sauce. Nachos. Mozzarella sticks. John grimaced. The milk he drank earlier was making him feel bloated and queasy. As bad as he felt, at least he didn’t have to experience dozens of his lactose farts directly on his tongue. He shuddered at the thought. Even so, he felt reluctant to get all of these cheese products. He shrugged. He always took one for the team. If his friends were over, he’d treat them to all kinds of unhealthy cheese covered snacks. And again, it isn’t as if any of them would have to smell his farts. That was the chair’s job.

He bought a case of generic beer. Then, he decided for himself to grab a six pack of stouts. These heavy dark beers made his ass bloated at night. Since it’s day two, he should bring out the big guns and make full use of his fart-vacuuming chair.

When he got back home, it was a little after 1pm. While he was gone, Ben managed to doze off a bit, only from exhaustion. And boredom. The worst part of this weekend so far was the incredible boredom he felt.

John put everything away, and he left the wings in the oven on low heat. He came back with lunch for the chair. Just a ham sandwich. As he fed the chair, he said out loud, “My friends will be coming around four. I’ve been feeling so bloated and gassy today. Thankfully my new chair will take care of that. I’ll let them out silently, and it will silently vacuum up my farts so no one has to smell them.

The chair let out a whimper.

…

By the time his friends came, John had changed into sweatpants and a loose comfortable sweatshirt. Matt and Hugo gave him bro hugs, and they all walked toward the living room. From their view, the chair was plain as ever, a normal looking seat, unremarkable and not worth looking at twice. John had already set up the nachos. They all grabbed beers, John opted for his bottle of stout. He sat down in his chair and relaxed, taking a deep swig of the bottle. The three of them chatted about work, Hugo vented about his girlfriend, they watched the game and talked about stats, they munched on nachos, they made dirty jokes. John felt his stomach cramp a bit, and so he carefully let out a silent stream of gas. It felt very hot, and it warmed up his butt and the seat of the chair. The heat went away quickly at least. The chair was working. John smiled.

Later, he got up to bring in the wings. As he got up, he smoothed out the sides of the chair to fix any suspicious indentations. For a split second, the seat seemed to be in the shape of a human face. But neither of the friends noticed, because, well, why would anyone pay attention to a chair? In the kitchen, John pulled the wings out of the oven. His stomach still felt sick. The milk from earlier was still bothering him, plus the new addition of nacho cheese. The beer wasn’t helping, and if he dipped fried chicken wings into a cheese sauce…He closed his eyes. It would be very hard for him to hide his gas. But he had to be a good host.

The night went on, and the more drunk they got, the louder they got. They laughed, they cheered. John was so comfortable in his seat. He slowly let out what felt like the hundreth fart of the night. Again, he felt his ass warm up. And again, he felt the slightest nudge underneath him.

��Dude should you be eating all this cheese?” Hugo asked.

Matt laughed, “Oh yeah, doesn’t this shit give you like mad farts and stuff,”

“Hah, yeah,” John shrugged, “To be honest I’ve been farting into my chair ever since I sat down.”

They all started laughing. He went on, “Seriously, it isn’t even like a bunch of farts, for the past hour it’s been one long stream of gas. I’m still letting it out.”

Hugo was on the verge of tears.

“Don’t worry, my chair’s been absorbing it all,”

…

After the game ended, they sat in the living room, chatting some more. Finally, it was nearing 10pm, and they decided to head out. “You wanna come out to Nico’s with us?” Their favorite bar.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ve been exhausted I think I’ll just watch some TV then head to bed.” And he genuinely was feeling sick to his stomach.

He saw them out. Then he returned to the living room and stretched. He saw that he forgot to adjust the fabric the last time he got up, and so the indentation of a face was clear on the seat. John was surprised that none of them had noticed. His dick was getting hard. He walked over to the chair and took the fabric off. Ben took a gasp of air.

“Thirsty?”

“Yes sir,” he coughed.

He went to get a glass of water. He wanted to congratulate Ben on a job well done. Five hours worth of farts went completely unnoticed because of him. But it would be strange to thank a chair for doing something it’s supposed to do anyway. And it isn’t as if a chair would feel something like pride in being a fart absorber.

After giving Ben some water, John sat back down. His eyelids were heavy. He watched the TV some more. He realized he was falling asleep. He got up, went to the fridge, and pulled out the fourth bottle of the night. Not a whole lot, but enough to make his body feel heavy. He got an idea. He was trembling with excitement, but he couldn’t think about it too much or the plan wouldn’t work. He opened a drawer and took out a roll of duct tape. Back in the living room, he set the bottle on the table next to his chair. Then he pulled out a strip of duct tape, and used it to cover the mouth in the chair. Then, he turned around, and slowly lowered the back of his sweatpants. His hairy ass hung out of his pants, and he slowly sat down on the chair, adjusting so that his hole was over the nose as usual. He yawned. He drank the beer and watched the TV, lowering the volume. After another hour, without trying he fell asleep.

…

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Ben realized, with horror, what had happened. That John had fallen asleep with his disgusting unwashed asshole against his nose. Without being able to open his mouth, he had to breathe through his nose, which meant he had to take in his stink with each breath. The weight over him made it difficult to breath as it was.

When he first farted, Ben thought that John was awake. The fart made his eyes burn, and he gagged against the duct tape. Then he realized that John was completely asleep, and that he just farted in his sleep. They were soft, but thick and hot and swampy. The combination of lactose, beer, and deep fried foods, made the stink beyond atrocious. Another fart seeped out of John’s ass. Ben gripped the sides of the board, and wiggled his feet, and tried shifting his body around. There had to be some way to turn his head to the side so he didn’t have to suffer it. But everything had been planned out too well. There was no escape. The asshole was providing him his only air, and so it was the only thing keeping him alive through the night.

…

At 7am the next morning, the alarm in John’s room went off. He could hear it from the living room. He had a bit of a headache, and his mouth was dry. He saw the TV was still on, low volume. The morning news. He drifted in and out of sleep for a bit.

Almost half an hour later, he opened his eyes again. He felt sweaty. Uncomfortably sweaty. It was warm in this room, and the sweat clothes were really making him sweat. He knew his hairy ass was coated in sweat, and the face pressed up in his ass crack also felt uncomfortably hot. John smiled. He couldn’t imagine how horrible the night had to have been for his chair. He grunted and let out a beastly morning fart.

PPPPTPRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTPPSSSS

Yep. Definitely a beer fart. He felt shifting underneath him. Good, his chair survived the night. He stayed there for a bit so the chair could absorb the gas.

He stood up, peeling his cheeks off the face, and yanked the duct tape off. The chair cried out in pain, and then started gasping. John ignored the noise and walked to his room, his ass still hanging out, red marks from where it had been rubbing skin all night.

He took off his clothes, went into the bathroom, and took another shower. Again, he kept his ass out of the curtain. He thought it must have looked funny from an outsider perspective; a man taking a shower with his ass sticking out.

Usually he went for a run, but he wasn’t feeling good. His stomach was still a wreck from the night before. Only 7 more hours of fun. He didn’t put on a shirt, but he did put on a pair of basketball shorts.

He went back to the kitchen and made a bowl of oatmeal. He fed the chair without speaking to it. The chair didn’t say anything, it greedily ate the oatmeal off the spoon. Even though John knew it would make him feel worse, he poured himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He brought his cereal into the living room and ate it while watching the news from his chair. His stomach hurt in the next half hour.

SSSPPPPPPPRPRPRRPRPRPRR

The fart was painful, and sounded ugly. John cringed and held his stomach. He wanted to take one of his emergency gas pain relief pills, but that would probably stop his gas for the rest of the day. He only had 6.5 hours of fun left with his chair, and he wanted to make it happy. So he bore the pain, and pushed out the next fart.

PPRRTTRTRTRTRPTPRTPRTPRTPRTPRPTRPTPRTP

The chair was working overtime to suck in these farts. John was surprised he still felt and heard gagging underneath him. You’d think after so much time, the chair would get used to it by then.

A wicked thought came to John’s mind. He’d had it before when he first messaged Ben, but he didn’t take it seriously. But he thought, what if he just decided to keep his new chair, and ignore any previous arrangements. Of course the thought was just a fantasy, he couldn’t actually do that to Ben. But it made his balls tighten.

…

He didn’t do much the next couple hours. As usual, he watched TV, and unleashed his upset-stomach farts into the seat of the chair. He couldn’t imagined what they must have smelt like. And thanks to the chair, he would have no idea.

At lunch, he just had a sandwich. He fed the same type of sandwich to the chair, and gave it water. Then, he sat back down. He watched reruns. He yawned. It was pretty boring to just sit in a chair all day, but he wanted the chair’s last hours to be full of farts and ass stink.

The clock eventually struck 3:30pm. Only 30 more minutes. The chair had done a fantastic job today. Unlike yesterday with all of its shaking around and moaning and speaking, the chair was completely quiet, and barely moved. It didn’t matter how loud or long or rank the farts were, the chair silently took them in. Again, as John’s heart was pounding, he pulled his pants down and sat back on the chair with his bare ass. He felt the tongue wiggle up his hole immediately. He started to jerk off, his throbbing cock large in his hand. His balls felt swollen. He knew he was going to cum soon, so he had to make it count.

He tried imagining what it was like for his chair the past two days. How endless the assault of farts must have been for its nose. How uncomfortable its body had to be in the straps. How it had no way of knowing the passage of time, and could only see, feel, and smell the ass that was resting on it. How bad his ass stunk from the farts and from not washing. And how the chair licked his asshole without protest.

He felt a fart and ripped it onto the tongue and into its mouth.

PRRRR

The tongue recoiled for a moment, then kept going.

John came. His asshole clenched over the tongue that was rimming him.

He settled down, his heart beating, and feeling light headed, as the tongue kept probing his asshole. The clock read 4pm, but he spent a few minutes relaxing in the afterglow.

“Alright then,” John sighed in disappointment, “Time’s up.”

He stood up. Ben let out a sigh of relief. John lowered the gurnee, and moved the chair out of the way. Then, he pulled the gurnee halfway out. He undid the hoses and tubes around Ben’s privates. Then he pulled the gurnee out. Ben looked pale, limp, and miserable. Especially in his eyes, there was such misery and exhaustion. His cock was rock hard.

“I don’t normally do this to guys,” John said, “But you deserve a reward for being such a good chair,”

He dropped his pants, and straddled Ben, lowering his asshole over his face, smothering him. As he sat on Ben, he watched as his body buckled around. John grabbed Ben’s rock hard cock, bent over, and took it into his mouth.

Ben had been rock hard for so long, that he felt his dick was sensitive enough to go off at the slightest friction. At least, that’s what he thought would happen, if he had any physical stimulation while he was down there. It only took him a minute to erupt cum into John’s mouth. He moaned into John’s ass.

Then, John stood up and undid the straps. Slowly, Ben moved his joints around. When John got to the headboard and undid the strap and posts, Ben cracked his neck loudly. Like a sloth, he tried sitting up, his full body was fatigued. Red lines from where the straps were raced across his skin.

“Well…how was it?” John smiled.

“That was fucking horrible,” Ben muttered.

“Oh,” John frowned, “I’m sorry it wasn’t what you hoped it would be.”

“Fuck off, where’s your bathroom, I need to shower.”

…

John drove him to the train station that evening. In the car, just before Ben left, he said “Well, even though you didn’t like it, thanks for helping me live out this fantasy.”

“Whatever,” Ben’s voice was low. He got out of the car and headed for the train.

…

On the train ride, Ben looked depressed. He thought through everything he’d experienced. How badly John’s farts stink. How uncomfortable it was to be strapped down. How humiliating and disgusting it was to relieve himself in a hole in the wall. His full body was exhausted and stiff with pain from laying on the board for so long. And John didn’t even have the decency to let him stretch once. He remembered how boring it was to just lay there quietly, passively taking farts to the face, and then staring up at the ceiling when he was away. He had constant headaches from exhaustion and the pressure of John’s body. He felt underfed and cranky from the small bland meals John made for him. And worst of all, he was constantly nauseous when John farted into his nose. His throat hurt from so much coughing and gagging. And when the farts were very bad, he would jerk around and the straps dug more into his skin, making it burn.

He’d turned down going with his friends to a bar that weekend for this. He’d chosen to spend two days of his life like this. He felt so dirty and pathetic. And embarrassed. He had been so excited to try out bondage, and his fart fetish, only to hate both in the end.

That night, he was laying in bed, and he thought about John’s ass, how bad it stunk, how gross it felt sweating on his face, how the hairs clung to his nose and made it itch.

Despite how much he’d hated the experience, his cock was rock hard. And cocks usually don’t lie.

He called John.

“Hello?”

“Hey John, it’s me. Ben.”

“Oh…hey. What’s up?”

He took a deep breath, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I loved it so much.”

“Really? You sounded so mad after I let you out,”

“Yeah but…” Ben couldn’t explain, “I can’t stop thinking about your asshole.”

“Oh well I’m flattered, haha,”

“Are you doing anything this weekend?”

On the other end of the line, Ben heard John laughing.

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#216

“Your dad just left to go to the Sheridan jobsite. We have a little bit extra time to do more than pit worship and piss drinking. Get that pussy face in there. It’s been hot and humid all morning. I’ve been sweating like a whore in church. It should be real rank. I certainly can smell it. Rub your fucking face. Don’t lick. I want my fucking scent on your face, not your tongue contaminating my scent. Atta boy. You really like real man stink don’t you?...

“My other pit needs attention. I want you to smell me constantly throughout the rest of the day. You’ll smell my rank pits one minute and then my musky ass the next. Oh yeah, we have the time. I’ve been thinking of you eating my sweaty crack throughout the morning. We’ll get to that in good time. Don’t forget to play with my nipples. You know they are wired to my cock. Both nipples. Softly now. I’m not one of those queers that pull and twist them. Here let me demonstrate on yours. Now don’t make a fucking sound and call attention to us. Feel my thumbnails digging in. Painful? Isn’t it? Your goal is to do the exact opposite. Yeah. That’s it. Soft. Quit fidgeting. The more pain I inflict on your titties, the gentler your touch should be. Softer. Oh… man… like that.

“Now look at my cock. It’s rock hard. We are going to do a few things different. You are still going to suck on me and drink my piss. You ever hear of a blumpkin? It’s when you give me head while I take a dump. We are in a port-o-potty after all. Get on your fucking knees. Move over let me sit down. Not much room in here. Take your time blowing me, and I’m not going to give you any advanced notice of me pissing in your mouth. You just know what to do; you’ve been drinking my piss for months. Now you get the extra bonus of doing it as I take a dump. Lucky you.

“Hey, you’ve wanted to do more with me. Not much we can do in a port-o-potty during a lunch break. Focus on what’s going on in your mouth, and not under it…. Fuck does this feel good. Your toilet mouth was made for servicing men. Real men. Urgg! When I see you walking around the job site looking for your dad, I don’t see anything other than two holes to piss and cum in…. Ugh! Ugh! Ah!...

“…I look forward to these Friday afternoons when I can use you the way you should be treated. Oh that felt good. You have a talented mouth. Now, it’s time for you to do the next thing. Lean back. You’ve eaten my ass before. You get to eat it again. Bitch, you are going to do this. You’ve cleaned off my cock after fucking you. This is no different. Now I’m going to hold your head in there. Next time you will be expected to gleefully eat my shithole.

“Let me feel that tongue. Atta boy. That’s it; tongue fuck me. This is now your job going forward. You ever hear of a rusty trombone? That’s when a bitch like you gives a reach around at the same time as a rim job. Feel how rock hard I am? More importantly, feel how much I am leaking. Slather that on my head. Get it really slippery.

“Between your tongue fucking my ass and the hand job, it’s not going to take me much time to cum. When I say so I want you to stand up, turn around, bend over slightly, and arch that back. Oh man. With your freehand play with my nipple. Softly. Oh so soft. Oh man. Oh fucking man. I’m getting close. So fucking close…. Fuck!… Get up and turn around now!. I’m going right to the root. My raw cock is ready to explode! Oh your cunt feels good. Get ready to be bred. Here it comes. Ahh Ahh Ahh, fuck yeah, ahh ahh… Ahhhhh. Damn, that felt good. Hold still. That’s a huge load, four days worth.

“I’m pulling out, you know the routine. Clean me off. Easy. Easy. You know I am sensitive. I want your cunt more often. I hear that we are going on to a new job site in the hills in a couple weeks. It will be a smaller crew. Your dad is putting me in charge. Ask him to be a part of it. The other guys are partiers. Your dad will want me to look after you. Now pull off my cock. Get dressed. Let me see if the coast is clear. As usual wait five minutes. And keep my load in you and my scent on you as long as you can. When you walk around and smell my pits and ass on your face, think about my load in your cunt. Think about how much of a goddamned faggot whore you’ve become.”

[fartsniffer222]

#229

“You Dave? You look like your profile pic. I’m not good using these queer apps. They are so similar to the straight ones, though. Did you read my entire profile? I’m very specific to what I want. I’m not gay. I’m not into sucking or fucking. Hell, I don’t even want to see you naked. I’m looking for a guy that’s into licking assholes especially if they are sweaty….

“I had a one night stand with a woman who ate my ass out. I loved it. I even ate her ass out for a bit. Didn’t care for it. But man she knew how to rim. I cannot find a woman that will spend all that time with me sitting on her face. When I searched online, all I was finding was fags who were really into it, like you, but no women. About a year ago, I was drunk and connected with a fag who ate my ass for a couple of hours. It was real stinky, but he didn’t care. I passed out and when I woke up an hour later, he was still going at it.

“First of all, can you go hours? Good. You like being in tight spaces? I have a chair specifically designed for this. I couldn’t stand those toilet seats on legs. Fuck that, those things are uncomfortable for a big buy like me. And those legs do not look like they would support my 6′6″ and around 340 pound body.

“But leave it to the Germans. They created this device where I can sit full weight on a padded seat and have a fag lying under and behind me tonguing me deep. There’s an adjustment that let’s me control that. There’s almost no room for your head to move. I love the idea of your lips creating a seal to my lips down there. The only place for your tongue to go is inside me.

“You interested? Keep in mind there will be no sex between us. So?… OK, let’s go. This way. I will be wearing a jock strap, so you won’t see my dick. Thought, you’ll feel my full hefty balls resting on your forehead.

“This loft is not known by my girlfriend. I come here to enjoy myself. I wanna be able to jack off to porn—and that’s straight porn—whenever I want to. Or watch football. I used to play for the NFL a few years ago. Tight end. No fucking jokes about that. My knee fucked me out of the league—well that and my weight gain resulting from the pain pills.

“That’s why I can’t sit on those toilet seat with legs for too long. This is my building. Upstairs, and I’m in 2B. Yeah, I love the location. I just got this place a month and a half ago. My landlord recognized me from when I was playing. So I got it cheap. There’s not much is in it. As you can see, it’s just my 80″ TV and that seat. I finally got it set up.

“You are going to be the first one under it. You wanna see what you are going to be eating? Why don’t you get behind me. I know you perverts like to be told what to do. I have no problems telling you either. Get on your knees This is it. It is all American beef. Meaty and manly. Sniff it. It smells nasty huh? You’ll be the one to lick it clean. Sniff it deep there. Ha ha ha. Wasn’t expecting a fart?… Were… you? You seemed to really like that, did you?… You sick bastard. When I’m sitting on your face, you will get all that I can produce. I’m not going to hold back.

“Let me ask you this, you really like nasty smells?… Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Stay right there. When I come here, I turn up the heat and start to work out. I get real sweaty, real nasty as much as I want. I love it. I have my lucky jockstrap that I have worn in every NFL game. I have never washed it. It reeks. Let me get it…. I keep it in a ziplock. The guys used to tease me. Here, smell. Nasty isn’t it? Want me to put it on for you?

“I should have you turn around, but fuck it, your tongue is going to be in my shithole soon. Look all you want. It’s huge isn’t it? Nine inches long of USDA Prime uncut meat. Look at how I fill out this pouch. Smell it. Get your fag face an inch away from it. Close your eyes and inhale like your life depends on it. You really need my smell on your face. I like your hair; it’ll make a great handle. Don’t fucking pull away. I’m giving you what you want, your face grinding in my crotch. I’m putting my scent all over your fag face. That’s my stale piss you’re smelling. That’s my smegma. Damn, you really are enjoying being there….

“Aww fuck it. Don’t you dare tell anyone. Open up your mouth. Take my fucking dick in your fag mouth. Clean me up. Get that tongue in my foreskin. So much cheese fermenting there. It’s all for you fag. Suck it clean. Your tongue is amazing. You are going for that cheese.

“I have never had a girlfriend that didn’t freak out over that. Clean me out. The next time we meet, I’ll have it real nasty. I can’t wait to get that fag tongue up my ass. I’m so close to cumming, so let’s do that. Get under that chair, NOW! Oh man, I need your tongue.

“You look natural as my toilet seat. Here comes my fat ass. Get that tongue inside my hole. Just like that. Now tongue fuck me. Oh fuck yeah. Flick your tongue around as you dig in there. That fart just slipped out, but I don’t care. I bet it stinks down there. And it seems like you don’t care either. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn it faggot! Fuck this is a huge load.

“Keep that tongue going. No one told you to stop. My shooting my wad does not change your ultimate purpose here. Say, you want my load? Of course your do. Here, let me slather it on my shithole. Then you can lick it off. Fag, enjoy my spooge. Keep licking. Fuck that was hot. I’m ready for a nap right here, and you are ready to eat my shithole for a few hours.”

[fartsniffer222]

#343

“When I told you that you could move in my spare room in my basement, when your parents threw you out for being gay, I knew you had no money. I said I’d figure something out. Well pussy-fag, I figured it out.  Every morning your job is to eat my shithole….

“Bitch, don’t act so surprised.  I know you are a pig.  I know you like what you see; your towel is not hiding your rock-hard pecker.  I’ve known for a while you’ve been into men.  I heard from a buddy that you frequent the bushes at the river front boat launch, not just frequent, but you suck or get fucked by a number of fishermen, dads, hell any man that makes his way into those bushes.  I asked Coach James about you, and he said that he caught you getting cornholed by quarterback Jenkins.  The only reason why nothing came of that is that Jenkins turned 18 and you were still underage, and he didn’t want his prize quarterback in any trouble.  I’ve known for some time—well before I saw you walking on the road to town—that you were a service minded faggot.  Now drop the towel and get that tongue to service my shitter. 

“Oh fuck!  You can lick the crack on occasion, but I need for your tongue to spend most of its time inside my hole….  Like that.  Fuck.

“I know you had the hots for me for some time.  Every time I would go into the Starbucks you work at in my Deputy uniform, you failed miserably to mask your lust for me.  It’s so easy to spot a hungry sperm burper with a cop fetish. 

“I knew you were still underage.  So I waited and watched over the next couple months, casually asking key men about you. Once you graduated and turned 18, I made sure that your conservative parents knew that you were a pole rider who frequented the boat launch. Then I waited for you to make that long walk into town from their farm. That’s when I picked you up and brought you here.

“Fuck your tongue feels so good inside.  You do have experience tongue fucking a man’s shithole.  Every morning, I want you to service me with your tongue.  Then every time I get off work, you will help me undress and meticulously fold and store my uniform.  Afterwards, we will go into the playroom through that door.

“Here pull back.  Let’s go in there now…. Leave the towel on the floor.  I want you naked at all times from now on.  Follow me.  Now you can look at the meatiness of my ass and appreciate it.  In this room, I have all the toys and equipment that it takes to satisfy me.  You look terrified.  Good….  Don’t worry, it’s going to take you time to get you ready for all this.  Hell, it’s going to be a while before you actually see my dick, not just over-flowing in my jock. 

“Ha!  That made you look down.  Go ahead stare at it.  It’s fucking huge, and it’s not even hard. 

“Your service to me is going to come in stages.  The first thing, see that chair in the middle of the room?  Next to it you see the table with the whisky and a cigar.  I want that ready to go before I get off shift.  After you undress me and put away my uniform, we will come down here.

“That cabinet over there is a humidor.  It holds over 4,000 cigars, but right now I have about 1,200 in it.  You will be trained on everything cigar related.  Every day you will select one for me to enjoy and set it on that table next to the chair.

“That is a wet bar over there.  You will pour me a whisky from one of my dozen or so varieties.  Again, you will be trained on everything whisky related.  A double on the rocks will need to be placed next to the cigar and the TV remote.

“I have over three thousand porn videos.  You are to select one and have it playing when I come in.  It should be muted.  I would also like voiceless smooth jazz playing over the speakers.  You will get to the point to where your selections of cigar, music, whisky, and porn all work together for my enjoyment.

“When I come in here, it’s to relax after a long day at work.  I want to hear soothing music, a nice cigar, some smooth whiskey, while watching hot porn, and a faggot’s tongue worshipping my shitter.  See that hole in the seat?  Your face is going to be under it when I plant my beefy ass for you to clean.

“Go on, around back and climb under it.  This chair was specially made for me by this rim chair designer who lives in the mountains with his slave.  Your head should fit snug but fine.  There should be neck support. 

“You look like you always belonged there.  Before I sit, I am going to show you my cock.  It’s not going to be hard, but you can appreciate its size.  Open your mouth.  You ever drink piss?  No?  That’s going to change right now.  I don’t expect you to swallow it all at once, but do make an effort.  You won’t get my dick until you have earned it by drinking my piss and cleaning my shithole. 

“Oh fuck.  You really must want my dick.  You aren’t freaking out like most other boys.  Swallow as you fast as you can, then open up for another piss load.  That’s good.  Don’t worry, I’ll have you well trained in no time.  Now it’s time for my ass. 

“The best part of this chair is that you cannot pull yourself out if I am sitting on it.  There’s very little movement side to side.  Your mouth is perfectly aligned with my shithole.

“You are to clean it, regardless of condition.  I don’t care if it stinks of sweat or piss, you clean it.  I don’t care if there are skid marks, you clean it. 

“It’s dark hunh?  You will find that the claustrophobia is rather liberating.  Focus on two things, my shithole and your mouth.  There is nothing in this universe other than those two things.  Going forward, you will put a blindfold on and noise cancelling headsets.  Again, it all comes down to my shithole and your mouth. 

“Now it’s time for me to relax, truly relax.  Oh, that just slipped out.  Consider that me blowing you a kiss.”