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I tried - but couldn’t see your point of view

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I come home and he's waiting for me like this.

"You're late. I've had a long day so I need this, and I don't want to hear any objections..." He pauses, and grunts, letting out a loud thundering fart. "You know the drill."

With tear-filled eyes I get on my knees after pull down my pants, revealing my weak immasculated body, and tiny dick in a chastity cage. I have been in for over a year and forgot what it feels like to cum.

"Been waiting over 8 hours for your nose to be back in my gut. You want to rim me this time yet?" I shook my my head and he chuckled and said matter-of-factly "well you know you're going to anyway. So where to buckaroo, your bed near your pillow, or in the bathroom?"

I said "bathroom please." With a weak voice.

"That was a riddle sort of. Your bedroom is my back up bathroom, so we're going to your room, and I guess you want me to go to the bathroom too?" He smiled and looked at me incrediously, in a mocking way, always twisting what i say. "Well the breakfast you made in your maids outfit this morning isn't mixing very well with the three 5-layer burritos I had for lunch." He looked at me and kept looking at his ass, hinting my next role. "What the fuck are you waiting for, an invitation? Smell my ass."

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As they posed for a gym pic, Mike couldn’t help but wince at the smell of funky, unwashed ass at his face and the ominous sound of a stomach gurgling above his head. Since befriending the 10-foot-tall giant, he’d lost count of the number of times his enormous friend had ripped a deep, ground-shaking fart one so stinky it could make grown men cry only to realize, a second too late, that Mike at only 5'8 he was standing directly behind him, and took the full brunt of the blast to the face.

At first, his towering friend would furiously apologize as Mike reeled from the meaty rotten-egg, spoiled-milk stench of whatever ungodly combination of food had fueled the unintentional gas attack.

But as their friendship grew, the apologies became less frequent, and the attacks became far more deliberate. Soon, the giant began intentionally positioning himself in front of Mike whenever he felt the need to let one rip, looking back with a devious smirk before unleashing a deadly fart that sent Mike’s hair fluttering and covered him in a thick cloud of pungent gas that warmed the air and caused him to cough and gag profusely.

“Whoops, my bad, Mikey. You really ought to grow a few inches, little man anyone below my waist is just asking for a fart to the face,” he’d tease, struggling not to burst into laughter. While Mike's knees were buckling from the stench of the fart.

Eventually, however, he took things a step further. Whenever the mood struck him, the massive man would casually grab the back of Mike’s head and shove it straight between his doughy cheeks, the damp, smelly fabric of his gym shorts and the sour smell of his warm sweaty ass pressing directly agaist Mike's face. With an playful cruelty, he’d hold him there for a few agonizing seconds, letting the gas build up waiting for the perfect moment before unleashing a deep, long, blast straight into the shorter man’s face.

Trapped, with the giant’s firm grip keeping him in place, Mike had no choice but to inhale the full force of the hot toxic fumes, his muffled protests lost between the suffocating, musky walls of flesh. The first time it happened, he passed out in mere seconds the noxious smell simply to much to handle, he crumpled to the gym floor as his giant friend erupted in mocking laughter. Some blasts lasted only a few seconds, but others dragged on for a full minute or more.

Safe to say, that first time wasn’t the only time Mike blacked out from the sheer potency of the 10-foot-tall man’s protein farts But don’t worry he built up a bit of resistance, Eventually........

(Thanks for the support on my first post, I tried for a longer story this time hope you all enjoy, feel free to dm or send an ask if you have any ideas you'd want me to write about or just any feedback in general ☺️)

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Bitch Boy

You were on the basketball team, you were gay, but you were still in the closet. You never told any of your friends this, cause you were scared of what they might say. You also had another secret, you had a major fart fetish, and it just so happens that your best friend Ryan has a nice smooth ass, and he also has the best gas in the world You were in the locker room after a big game, this was your favorite time to be in the locker room, because it was full of manly smells, and everyone wanted to walk around naked. “Hey Brad,” Ryan said as he approached you, “that was a nice lay up in the last five minutes, I think you deserve to be rewarded!” Ryan then proceeded to turn around, and fart on you. At this moment you started to panic, because you aren’t wearing a towel, and you are starting to get hard. Before you know it you’re fully erect, and Ryan notices. “Dude, what the fuck, why are you hard?” “Ryan, sometimes you just get boners out of nowhere, it happens to everybody!” You reply. “ Oh okay then, I get it,” your heart floods with relief, “now go shower, remember you’re staying at my house tonight, and my moms gonna be on my ass if we’re not there by 1:00!” You glance at the clock, it reads 12:30, so you quickly go shower. You go out to meet Brad in the car, and hop in. As you’re driving along, Ryan reaches to the radio and turns it all the way down. “Hey Brad, did you hear that?” Ryan asks you “No.” “Listen!” He tells you. PHRBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Ryan farted for 20 seconds, and it stunk up the whole car, you loved it but had to pretend to hate it. “Ugh, Ryan that’s disgusting!” “Don’t lie, I know you get a hard on for my farts, Bitch boy!” Ryan then proceeds to put a lock on all the windows in the car. “Dude, that’s ridiculous, I already told you earlier that it was just a casual boner everyone gets now and then!” “Nobody gets casual boners, and that was a full on hard-on, and now that I know you’re a little fag, we’re gonna have some fun when we get to my house!” Ryan said. “I’m not a little fag” you say Ryan pulls off to the side of the road, and starts unbuckling his pants. “Dude what are you doing?” you ask. Ryan pulls down his pants, leans his ass over onto your side of the car and he farts. “If you aren’t a ittle fag, then why can see your boner through your jeans?” Ryan asks you, “The answer is simple, because you are a little fag, and I know you get enjoyment of sniffing men’s farts who are superior to you. Don’t worry we’re still gonna be friends after this, but just for tonight you’re my bitch boy.” You say nothing, cause you are at a loss for words, but you’re liking the sound of this evening already. You arrive at Ryan’s house at about 12:55 and you guys go to his room, shut the door, and lock it. “So, what were you wanting to do?“You ask Ryan, genuinely curious. “Well Brad, I’ve bee wanting to have a bitch boy for a while so I have some equipment I’d like to break in” “Equipment like what?” “Well let me show you!” He pulls a box from underneath his bed, and opens the lid. First he pulls out a leather rope, then he pulls out a large dildo, and lastly he pulls out a folded up rim-chair “Get over here fag!” Ryan commands you You start walking over there, but he tells you to crawl, he says fags don’t get to walk. “Now that you over here and you’re already by them, kiss my feet” ‘Fuck’ you think, ‘can this really be happening right now’ After 5 minutes of kissing his toes he commands you to get up and lay on the bed. “Now raise your arms above your head and place your wrists on top of each other so they make an X shape” He grabs your wrists and ties them together with the leather rope, and then he ties the other end of the rope to his headboard. “Don’t resist me, you’ll only make it harder for yourself, in fact it will turn me on more” He unzips his jeans and you can see his tight Under Armour boxer briefs around his big cock and nice smooth ass. He then proceeds to take the boxers off so now he’s completely naked. He climbs up onto the bed and commands you to open your mouth, then he turns around so his body is facing the same direction as you. He begins to squat over your face, his ass hanging over your nose, and he sticks his dick down your throat and sits down. Now he’s in a position where he can fuck your throat and fart right on your nose. “Want some farts, you filthy slut?” You signal a thumbs up with your thumb. he then sits all the way on your face, and he makes sure his anus is lined up with one of your nostrils, and he lets loose. He farted for about 2 minutes, and you can feel yourself dripping gallons of precum in your jeans. “Liked that, huh? Guess we’ll have to do some more of that later!” Ryan gets up and he grabs the dildo, he says lets spice it up. He walks over to you, tied to the bed, and he lifts your legs up. He spits on your hole and spits on the dildo. He then shoves it up your ass, all 9 inches. “I’m hungry, I’m going to make myself some hard boiled, but I’m going to leave you here. I’ll be back in 20, and trust me you’re in for a treat!” Your dick is throbbing at the thought of Ryan going to gas himself up, maybe if you’re lucky he’ll let you sleep under his covers tonight. Sure enough Ryan comes back about 20 minutes later and you see him rub his stomach, and you can hear it gargle. He was right, you are in for a treat. “Hey bitch boy, ready to try out my rim chair?” “Yes, please, sir” He removes the leather rope, and makes you crawl over to the chair. You get yourself positioned under the chair so you’re comfortable, and you wait for Ryan to sit down. 2 minutes later Ryan comes over and positions himself. You are in awe, at how wonderful his ass is up close to your face. You see his anus just sitting there, and you go up to lick it. “Yeah, you like kissing my dirty hole, prepare for what’s coming your way!” The hole puckers up, the pushes out a nice little fart. Just that ounce of gas alone, you think could hypnotize you. “That was nothing, there’s a storm brewing, I’m telling you prepare yourself.” Whatever it is you’re ready, actually you’re more than ready, this is what you were born to do. “UH HERE IT COMES!” Ryan groans. PHRBHTTTTTTPHRBTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH “IT’S STILL COMING” PHRTTTTTTTYTBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT The farts are so powerful you’re cheeks are flapping because of the intensity of these farts. They are by far Ryan’s smelliest farts ever, whatever’s in this eggs, it’s doing miracles. “HOLD ON, I STILL GOT MORE” QHHHHHHPHRBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHBRYTY The continuous flow of gas lasts for 20 minutes, but it was so pleasurable you thought it only lasted 10. Those farts were so powerful, you’re pretty sure the pores in your nose are clogged with the scent of Ryan’s gas. “How was that, fag?” “Amazing!” You say. It was so good, you are at a loss for words of how good it was. “Please it can’t be over, I need more, sir!” “Maybe another time, but for now come over here and finish sucking me off.” You crawl over to him, and you suck him better than anyone you’ve sucked before. You sucked him so good that not only did he ejaculate every ounce of cum in his body when he orgasmed, he farted a nice juicy one at the same time. “We should get to sleep, we have another game tomorrow, maybe you’d like to come back over after the game tomorrow?” “Definitely, Sir” you reply. “Would you like to sleep under my covers, often time I pass gas in my sleep, and I wouldn’t want to waste it…” Without another word you dive under those covers, and you lay your head apron his ass, which is so soft and smooth, it feels as if you’re laying on a memory foam pillow. You could get used to this… *** If you enjoyed this, be sure to like and reblog. If you want me to write a story about a character or celebrity, just ask me to in a question.

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Thanks for the inspiration. Definitely not as good as one of yours but I hope you enjoy

I moved into my own shoebox apartment when I was 23 years old. I was eager for freedom from my parents but I could not have anticipated I would trade their watchful eyes for his…for Kyle’s.

I met him within my first few days living in the building. Getting back from seeing some friends the two of us ended up on the elevator at the same time. Likely in his mid forties the most accurate way to describe Kyle is that he is an ogre of a man. His size, the unruly chest hairy that I’d see escaping the tops of his shirts, and of course his scent. Being in an elevator with the guy made me learn that last one quite quickly.

Kyle wore a wife beater and black gym shorts. He looked stick. And no sooner than the doors closed the small space filled with his body odor. He must’ve noticed me because he joked “I can fill a space quite easily”. I gave him a polite little laugh. Which did not appease Kyle. “No seriously kid. Check it out.” He lifted his leg exaggeratedly and ripped a loud long fart. “What the fuck dude!” I immediately covered my nose with my shirt as like bursted with laughter

“Awh covering your nose ain’t no fair”. I thought he’d leave it with that but instead Kyle used his larger size to cram me into the corner of the elevator. My hands forced at my sides he smiled at me with his gross yellowing teeth. “Sniff my fart.” My eyes widened in fear. The elevator opened onto his floor but he made no movements. Instead once the door resealed he let out another grosss sounding sputtering fart. “Sniff it before the door opens again and I owe you another one” Kyle pressed his body harder into mine. He was definitely sticky with sweat.

I took a loud inhale and began to choke on the stink of Kyle’s fart. It smelled of shit and Brussels sprouts. Kyle licked his lips as I continued to sniff and gag. “Say you like sniffing my farts” Mortified and terrified I told Kyle what he wanted right away.

“I like sniffing your farts sir” I sounded like a little bitch.

My compliance was met with cruelty. Kyle leaned in a said “gooUERRRPdd” burping mid word and blowing it softly onto my face. He then stuck his hand into the back of his pants and scrunched his face up. When he pulled it out I saw his index finger was shiny. He took his finger and firmly wiped it across my nostrils. I gasped as I relaxed what he’d done. I could only smell shit. He’d marked me with his butt sweat. “So you can smell me later” Kyle gave me a wink and swaggered out of the elevator.

The following weeks I moved about the building with fear. I chose to only take the stairs not wanting to risk another run in with Kyle. It was just under a month later when we met again.

I was loading my laundry into the washing machine when I heard the loud click and slam of the door behind me. I gave a small glance behind me thinking not much of it only to do a quick double take when I saw the beast standing behind me. I turned fully around but still being crouched down to load the washing machine I fell back onto my boney butt.

Kyle sauntered up to me. His crotch at my eye level. He dropped his laundry back in front of me with a thud. “What perfect timing. Little sniffer boy here in the laundry room right where I need him.”

Kyle bent over and unzipped his laundry bag. I was struck with the stink already. It was sour like feet blended with the raw stink of shit. Without a hesitation Kyle grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into the bag. “How’s that smell? Today’s socks and underwear day. I’ve probably worn each pair in there about five or six times each”

The scent had me believing him, but what kind of disgusting person has a laundry day just for socks and underwear?? They should be washed the most frequently. I was gagging in his stink while Kyle laughed loudly. Kyle didn’t leave me struggling in his laundry bag too long. After letting me free Kyle lightly slapped my cheeks. “Okay so you’re gonna do my laundry too. Got it!?” He commanded.

I went to start another machine when he stopped me. “No need. Just throw all my stuff in with yours” This proposition caused me to pause. There was no way I wanted to put underwear that had been worn up to six times by a gross fat hairy man in with my clothes. “Uh… that’s alright Sir I’ll just d”

Kyle effortlessly reached out and slapped me across my face. I let out a wimpy yelp. “Load your washing machine with my clothes now.” I followed my orders right away this time. I picked up Kyle’s bag and began to move the clothes into the machine.

The machine was already so full I knew that stuffing all of his extra socks and underwear in would mean that nothing would get fully cleaned. Kyle was likely aware of this too. Hoping that his nasty clothes would just contaminate my own.

This socks I put in were crusty and yellowing, and the boxers were far worse. Nearly all of them had long dark streaks of shit in them. Skid marks that looked as if someone intentionally wiped their ass with their underwear. I was heaving as I touched them and internally groaning as I watched them land on my clothing.

“What’s your apartment number fart lover?” Kyle seemingly decided that I did not have a say in what happened anymore. “7c” I said timidly. “Give me your key” He stuck out his meaty hand and impatiently slapped his fingers up and down into his palm to tell me to hand my keys over.

My head was trying to work out if there was some way I could avoid giving him my keys. But I knew I did not have enough time to figure that out. So with much reluctance I dug them out of my pocket and handed them to Kyle. He snatched them up and laughed in my face.

“Alright I’ll see you up there when our laundry is finished” and just like that he swaggered out of the room.

A while later when I made it up to my apartment I found Kyle sprawled out on my couch. He had stripped his shirt off and was drinking one of my beers. There were other cans on the floor as well. “Took long enough Princess” he spat at me. Then for the next hour he made me separate each of our clothes and fold all of his socks and underwear for him.

I could tell that u was right and the washing machine was unable to do much washing. His socks were less crusty than before but the skid marks in his underwear still remained.

All throughout me folding his clothes Kyle continually ripped ass over and over again. The same type of fart in the elevator. Loud and abrasive. Surely wet. It was no wonder he had such bad skid marks with the amount of farts he was letting out. At one point he even grabbed one of my couch pillows and just shoved it under his butt to fart on some more.

That night when he left he made me thank him for spending time with me. “Sissy boys like you are lucky to hang out with a real man” And he took my apartment key with him. Said he had a friend who’d make him a copy tomorrow.

From then on Kyle came around whenever he wanted. To drink my beer, eat my food, but more importantly to fart on my face.

He told me that when I admitted to him in the elevator that I liked sniffing his farts he vowed to himself that he would try his best to never waste a fart by letting it rip without my nose to sniff it up or my lips to catch it. He also made me alter my life so I was available as much as possible to be there to sniff his farts. Making me delete all the dating apps I had and tell the girl I had gone out a couple times with that I was no longer interested.

The first time he fart on my face was the day after I did his laundry. He came to my apartment that evening and returned my apartment key. Kyle then told me he had something he wanted to show me.

I had already been forced to my knees so Kyle turned his back to me and pulled down his jeans. Looking directly into his beefy butt already had me wanting to cry but it was the state of his ass that really set me over the edge. I knew the underwear he was wearing were a pair I’d “washed” the day prior. I could see the long streak of shit along his crack and now in addition to the skid mark there was a fresh dark line of sweat.

“Got some major swamp ass right now kid. Good thing you like sniffing my nasty ass right?” Kyle chuckled and shoved my face into the depths of his pudgy cheeks. I was being water boarded with ass sweat and that was still preferable to his Brussels sprout shit flavored farts I was about to sample.

And so me sniffing Kyle’s butt and farts became normal, at least as normal as it gets for a struggling 23 year old being forced to do the nastiest thing of his life on a daily basis.

There’d be times when I’d hear my door unlock and his loud feet stomping into my apartment he’d yell “I got some beef for you boy!” And I’d be expected to crawl over to him and sniff it all up only for him to leave without so much as another word. And then there’d be other times when he’d show up and not leave for hours.

I remember one Saturday night in particular. It was around 10:30 pm and I had finally started to convince myself Kyle would not be coming that day. My first day since he started forcing me to sniff his farts that I’d get a break. Though break is generous since I spent the first twenty hours of the day anxious about when he’d burst through my front door.

I took some edibles and prepared myself a shower. The dosage I took was slightly larger than I was used to but I was feeling like treating myself. I took a long hot shower and when I came out I was sufficiently high. I sprayed lavender scented mist into the air and the steam took it up filling the room with the lovely fragrance. Taking my time I eventually exited the bathroom in just my towel.

Lost in thought, as I walked to my bedroom, I was singing along to the overplayed commercial jingle I could hear coming from my living room. I then paused realizing I did not have my tv on when I went to shower. Logically it makes sense that this would mean Kyle had come over but my stoned self didn’t even think of it.

I leisurely pranced over to the living room only for my face to pale and my stomach to drop when k saw him. Glancing away from the tv he saw me, a huge smile growing on his face. “Look who was getting all prettied up for me!” Kyle’s voice slurred. He was drunk. I was too high to figure out what I should be doing next but Kyle was more than happy to order me around. “Drop your towel and crawl over here pretty boy!” His words oozed with authority.

The dropping of my towel was met with a mean laugh. “Nice clit fart boy. No wonder farts turn you on. Can’t use that thing for anything anyways” I crawled to him in total embarrassment. I was a young guy. I should be in the prime of my life. Out having sex partying with my friends but instead I was here being degraded and farted on by a gross bully twice my age.

Kyle gets cruel when he’s drunk. But something about that night made him extra mean. I think it had something to do with our contrast. Him sweaty from being out at some club with his boys, smelling of stink and me freshly showered smelling of lavender. He rubbed his thumb across my lips. Kyle continued to raise my feeling of violation. “You look so nice and clean. But now you’re gonna use those pretty plump lips and soft clean skin to clean up my shitter!”

Kyle bent himself over my couch and pulled down the back of his pants and underwear. Showing me his putrid hairy butt. He laughed as my face contorted from the sight and scent.

“Get your pathetic face in there!” Kyle aggressively shoved my face deeply between his butt cheeks. “Get in there!” Kyle rubbed me all around his butt crack. Using me like toilet paper and moaning as he did so. I could feel the shit and sweat being rubbed deeply into my freshly clean skin. “Yea! YEA!” He was getting really into it.

Kyle turned around and looked at me. His eyes were dark and glassy. “You’re such a bitch you know that? Your pretty little face belongs in my butt”. I tried to conjure words but instead a single tear fell down my face. I was so high and Kyle did nothing to calm my fears. Kyle laughed at my tears and then resumed rubbing his butt with my face. “I want your cute nose covered in my shit! And I don’t want you to even think about washing it off either.” Kyle’s Rutherford grew more aggressive, my face was now foraging in his butt cheeks. “You don’t deserve to smell clean. You should only ever smell like my butt. You got me princess!?” This time he pulled my face out briefly so I could respond. I gave a soft whimpering yes. “Nah use your head to say yes. I wanna feel that nose grinding up and down”.

This continued between us for hours. It must’ve been around 3:30 in the morning when Kyle finally passed out on my couch. He had been lying on his stomach and demanded I lay face down nose directly in his butthole. I cried myself to sleep in his butt cheeks that night.

As the summer came Kyle grew more nasty in his torment of me. He was a part of a men’s softball league which meant I got to be introduced to his lucky compression shorts, that have never been washed. It also meant swamp ass duty was more intense. Kyle was using my face to wipe the sweat from his butt crack cheeks near daily.

My least favorite torment that the summer brought was Kyle’s shit. Yes you heard me right. Kyle started exclusively pooping in my apartments bathroom. And he never flushes. It started one day when I returned home only to find Kyle’s disgusting creation filling my toilet bowl. I immediately flushed it and avoided entering my bathroom for the remainder of the day.

I got in a lot of trouble the next day when Kyle found out I flushed his shit. “Are you kidding me bitch!? I got outta my way to drop a bomb like that in your toilet and you just flush it? No thank you no nothing? Wow we’re really gonna have to teach you some toilet manners”

From then on I was not allowed to flush my toilet if Kyle had used it. He spend an afternoon farting on me and making me worship his butt only to let out a huge turd right before he left. “I’ll be away the next couple of days. But don’t flush that gift I made for ya. In fact tomorrow when you’re missing me I want you to go in there and take a few huffs of the toilet. So you don’t miss me too much”

The smell of Kyle’s shit was worse than his farts. While having his Brussels sprout beef blown straight up my nose was no pleasure it was far more bearable than the gag inducing strength of his shit. Kyle knew this though and was happy I hated his poops so much.

Another Saturday more recently Kyle as usual was lunging on my couch. He was wearing just his softball compressions and I had been spending the last couple hours kissing his butt cheeks back and forth sniffing his cracks and any farts he had whenever he demanded.

I was in great need of a break when Kyle got up. “Come on” he gestured as he started to walk down my hall way. “Can I help you Sir?” I questioned as I began to follow. Kyle stopped and looked back at me. “Yea, I gotta take a dump, let’s go”. My stomach dropped. “Oh uh you need me for that Sir?” I tried to play dumb. “Get your sissy ass in the bathroom now”

I tried to reason with myself that he was only bringing me in there to put the toilet seat down for him or something else easy, but in my gut I knew. He was waiting for me at the door with his perpetually satisfied smile. I entered my own bathroom, a place I’d grown to fear. Kyle followed in behind me shutting and locking the door. “Kneel in front of the toilet”

I obeyed even if my mind was begging me not to. Kyle dropped his pants and underwear and took a loud seat into the bowl. “Ahhhhh” he let a sigh. “Nothing like the first shit of the day after a night out.” Kyle put his hand on my head and pulled me face forward into the bowl. My face filling the small gap between his thighs. The smell of his crotch and crack were already filling the space.

A whiny fart moaned out of Kyle’s butt filling the toilet with his signature combo of Brussels sprouts and shit. The fart quickly developed into a sputtering. Shit sprayed out of his ass into the toilet.

“Oh fuck. Sir please this is too much!” I attempted to reason my way out. His hands and thoughts had me locked in the toilet. Kyle laughed “here comes a big guy” he then pushed out a massive turd. It plopped into the bowl with a splash.

I gagged relentlessly. Barely being able to speak. “Please man fuck! Come on! This is too much” I was crying then. “You stink so bad. I don’t like this. Please” my last please came out as a crying moan. Kyle pulled my face from between his thighs though the smell of his dump had already filled the space.

“You don’t like it?” Kyle asked. I continued to cry as I spoke. “No! I hate all of this. Please no more farts, no more swamp ass, no more poop!”

Kyle gave a light laugh. “Wow. I mean jeez kid. All this time. You’re been letting me use you as a fart cushion and as my asswiple all this time and now you finally come out and beg me to stop. That’s so pathetic. You’re fucking embarrassing. What would you rather be doing? Being a normal hot guy in his twenties? No you don’t deserve that. How could you deserve getting to be a normal guy when you’ve let me make you worship my disgusting ass, and we both know just how fucking nasty it is. You‘be worshiped a filthy hairy man butt for months now, I’ve had you begging for farts. And now you tell me you don’t like it! No I don’t buy it. And even if I did. Too bad. You belong to me princess. So get your face back in between my thighs and take some long deep inhales of my dump. Cause just like all my farts are saved for your cute nose I’m gonna start save every shit for you too. I’ll even let you pick sometimes if you’d rather wipe my ass clean with your hands, let me wipe my ass clean with your face, or if I should just go true man and leave things nice and messy down there for you. Maybe I’ll take a big dump in one of the porta pottys over at the softball field. I won’t wipe and I will lock you inside for the game. Imagine that? 80 degree heat baking my fresh shit in there with you. Then once the games over I’ll come and get your fairy ass and give you a stinkface you could only dream about. My unwiped ass will dry in my crack plus the sweat from the game slathering it back up. It’ll be the best case of swamp ass I’ve ever had, but my butt will sure be itchy. And that’s where your pretty face and nose come in.”

I sobbed into the toilet. “Glad we’re on the same page. Now what’s it gonna be today Princess? I’m thinking since that face of yours is already covered in tears it’d make for some really good toilet paper!”

Fantastic, and so hot! Thank you for sharing!

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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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