#Shatterstone College

[facesittingnightmares]

Coach Gatlin: Tryouts season

You were sat on the bench in the scorching heat, sun almost blinding as you were watching the first third of the new tryouts compete on the field, desperate to earn a spot on this year's famously competitive Shatterstone College football team. You thought it was just like any other tryouts, except more competitive. Unfortunately, you were wrong. "That's time!!" Roared the respected coach, Gerard Gatlin, known to have the most impressive team lineups in college history. He was 35 but had the build of a athletic 20 year old with a nice beard and mature demeanor. The first group of tryouts came off the pitch out of breath and sweaty. It was all normal until you saw Coach Gatlin pull two players over to him as the second group rushed onto the field.

"Okay so you two were tied for scoring but I can only take one of you. Are either of you willing to kiss my ass for the spot?" As soon as the question was prompted, the left player said 'yes sir,' not even giving time to think it was a joke. "Looks like we have the winner. Better luck next time!" Coach laughs as he signals for the other player to leave. "Sorry to disappoint, but you won't be kissing my ass, just sniffing it. More specifically, sniffing my farts for a bit as I assess the second group." The player, clearly built and looking like a stereotypical alpha male, knelt down and pushed his face into the tight blue shorts of the coach without hesitation as he had dreamed of getting on the team for years.

"Good man! You clearly know that being the best takes sacrifice and commitment. Since you are essentially part of the team now, I should tell you my nickname among the lads, or more specifically, the nickname of my ass that carries out the punishments, The Gatlin Gun" Coach laughs as he lets out a fart onto the players face. You see a slight flinch but nothing too reactive. The smell blows over to you, and you gag immediately from the rotten scent. Then, another fart rips, and again, the player has a slight flinching response. You couldn't believe that the other player was taking these head on. Before the smell could reach you, another blast erupts, then another, and another. It seemed like Coach Gatlin was a full auto fart blaster. You gagged as the smell of each and every fart was carried by the wind. "Sorry for the smell! But if you plan on joining the team, you will experience it a lot!" The older man simply laughed as the quick lighting fast rips of toxic methane continued. You had no idea how the player was still alive. Sure, more powerful farts had been ripped by other men, but the Gatlin Gun name was accurate as the incredible speed of farts is what made Coach Gatlins ass deadly. Finally, the defeated football player fell backward unconscious as he had just been blasted by at least 100 farts within a few minutes.

Then came the offer of a lifetime. "You've just seen and smelt what I can do to a face, so how about I offer you something worthwhile. You get over here and take the rest of my Gatlin Guns rounds, and you're on the team, no questions asked!" The smirk of the man showed his love for dominance as the smell of a few silent farts made your stomach turn even from range, making your mind race at the thought of what to do.

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Fart Symphony:

“Stop the whining! You trashed college property so now you must be punished accordingly. We don’t care if you were drunk, damage is damage!” Joshua in the dark blue shorts said in a stern tone as his two friends completed the fart circle. You took a deep breath but nothing could prepare you for what was to come.

“Fuck…take that fart slut!” The guy on the right laughed as a bassy boom erupted in his jeans. It was sulphuric and burnt your nostrils as you were forced to inhale it all or face worse punishment for getting of your knees. “How about this stinker?” The guy in the middle roared as a more wet sounding fart rushed out, immediately hitting you with force. This one didn’t burn as much but lingered in the air even after inhaling, smelling of old rotten food. “Hope you enjoy this bomb fart face!” Joshua groaned as he squeezed his fists and released a simple puff like fart lasting all of one second. “Fu…fuck..that’s the worst!” You gagged as the power of Joshua’s lactose intolerance was revealed. It drained you to the point of not having energy to get up even if you wanted to.

“Okay fart sniffer, time for the real fun to begin! We’ve kinda perfected this tactic we call the ‘Fart symphony’. We will all fart at the same time, allowing our unique sounds and smells to destroy you mentally!” The words send a shiver down your back as you can’t imagine taking all three at once. A few minutes pass before you hear the squeak of the middle guys fart. A few seconds pass, and the lingering smell of rotten food makes your eyes water. Then Joshua adds bass with his sudden fart. The impact of his fart makes your gag worse, with the centre farter still blasting his wet sounding gas stream at you. Now, the guy on the right joins in and hits you with his nostril melting gas. “Ple…please..sto..” You pleads are cut off as Joshua blasts again to add bass. Eye watering stench, nostril burning stench, and energy draining stench all at once. You start to get light-headed, and your vision gets blurry, but what you can make out horrifies you. The three fart doms seemed to be stripping to their bare asses, ready to start another symphony on your face.

“I’ll start this time guys!” Joshua laughs as he lets out an echoing fart, now fully free from his shorts it seemed to have more bass and deep eggy scent that forced your brain to reawaken you. A second fart from Joshua made you completely unable to move due to fatigue, even your breathing becoming shallow huffs. Then the brassy sulphuric gas of the right farter poured out, burning even more now as your nostrils were exposed to the full power. Finally, the middle farter showed his full power and let rip a ten second spluttering wet fart that made the air moist and amplified the existing scent. During the ten seconds, the other two continued to join in until they heard your limp pale body hit the ground.

"Serves the little fart face right for destroying college property!" Joshua laughs as he and the others keep farting the rest of the night.

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Garret Grant: Power of the Frat Leader

"Hurry up dude I don't have long, I have to get to my next lecture in 5 minutes!" Garret complained, squatting into the usual position. You got hard just at the sight of his ass crack sweat. Laying down below, you looked up and immediately saw him lowering down onto your face, in a rush to use you. "Fuck you are so comfortable." His words are inaudible to you as he starts blasting his post workout gas at incredible speed. You tried to sniff every single one but he wouldn't slow down. "Ga..Garret...slow....slow down." His only response was more farts, longer farts, and even worse farts. The scent was ungodly as he purposely took the chocolate protein mix that didnt agree with his gut. You began to feel the moisture of his sweat mark your nose and mouth. "Shit I ... I can smell all those up here! I'm toxic as fuck dude!" He laughed between gags as he continued the flurry of farts. You were already unconscious, not being able to keep up or recieve any oxygen in the last few minutes. "And...done!" Garret roared as he felt the last short fart exit his hole. He looked down at your destroyed face, red from heat and weight, wet from his workout sweat, and hair wrecked from his powerful farts. He didn't bother waking you up, instead he just snapped a photo and sent it to you with the caption "day 6 of 7 completed (But not survived 😴). 1 more day of fart initiation left!”