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I really need this black god to just shove my face into his sweaty, ripe armpits! I just want to worship his stench!

Now this is a sight I wish to see in person! I can just smell the stink already!

I see you staring, bud. You couldn’t make it more obvious if you tried. I’m flattered, really, but I’m not gay. I know you know what I really am. I can tell my farts and pheromones have clouded your mind, overriding your sense of logic. That’s how I hunt. Looks like I’ve found my prey for the day. I’m not gonna vore you here, in front of all these families, I’m not THAT much of a monster. Why don’t you hop in my car, I’ll take you home and sit on your face, and you can slide in, head-first, nice and slow. You want that? Of course you do, buddy. Let’s go, my ass is hungry.

The Bet - Chapter 10

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, is for 18+, and contains incest, fetish, and kink material, such as fart sniffing and ass worship. If any of this is a problem with you, do NOT read. Otherwise, enjoy!

This is the last chapter in this crazy series. Thanks for all the positive feedback and I hope you guys enjoyed it

Alex had created a monster.

After pretending to feel defeated about having more Fart Boy duties caught on tape, I fell back into the cycle of said duties for the rest of the summer, just like I said I would. Once a week, after practice, the team would get back together at Connor’s place to use my face as their fart dump. Pretending that I was some guy on their rival team really got them pumped, I guess. I’d eagerly stuff my nose into their sweaty asses and suck up all of their expelled gas. I’d gladly kiss their asses when they commanded me to. But after a while, I got tired of pretending that I was being forced. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to see that I really did love my job, so Alex started inviting his football gang over every night after practice.

Every afternoon, I would shove my face into their sweaty asses, and suck up any fart they had to rip. Once they realized that I loved doing this, they continued to play their little games to make them laugh, and to see if they could find any limits to what embarrassing ass humiliation I would willingly take: they’d see how many times I could kiss their asses in a minute, they’d have tons of farting contests based on length, smell, and volume, they’d blindfold me and have me guess who was farting on me now [which was no longer a challenge for me]…and then, other things started happening…

One afternoon, when they all came to the living room, Connor stepped up to me and said, “So you’re a cock sucker?!”

I was shocked that he even said that, so much so that my voice was frozen. My eyes darted over to Mike, who shrugged and said, “Yeah, Luke told us all about it.”

Fucking Luke. At least Mike didn’t break my trust. But then they knew Luke told them I sucked a mean dick, and that I rimmed him.

Some of the guys in the group thought I was really gross, I remember Riley thought I was especially disgusting. But being the horny and curious guys they were, I could tell that they all wanted to try it out. I was standing in the living room, mortified that these secrets were coming out, and I saw that every guy was hesitant about asking me to do gay stuff for them. Of course, none of them could ask in front of the others, because none of them wanted to look gay. So they made me do things in secret.

During that first week, Mike would come over during the day, if there wasn’t practice, and he would come into my room. My heart would race, because I knew what he’d ask from me before he had to say it, “Hey, Fart Boy, you thirsty?” I wouldn’t even have to get up; he would climb up onto my bed, crawl over to my face, and whip his rising dick out. I’d wrap my lips around it and let him face fuck me. He’d rub my hair gently while I sucked.

“I’m confused,” I had to ask him what I’d been dying to know, “Do you like me?”

“Of course,” He shrugged.

“No, I mean, ok,” I couldn’t help but giggle, “Do you like like me?”

He just nodded.

“That’s it?” I couldn’t help but furrow my eyebrows.

His lip trembled.

“Say what you want to say!”

He nodded again, “I, I don’t know. I’ve always thought you were cool and cute, but, you know how people are; I can’t say that stuff about another guy.”

“Yeah, I get it,” I thought about how Riley’s hated me since the beginning.

“And you’re my best friends brother,” he went on, “And it just feels weird,”

“We don’t have to talk about it now,” I started stroking his cock. “Besides, I’m thirsty.”

One afternoon, Danny was over, and I told Alex I needed the car so I could go to Walgreens for deodorant. Before he could complain and say no, Danny spoke up, “I’ll take you! No problem.”

I didn’t know why Danny wanted to drive me, until the moment we got in the car and he pulled his dick out, “Hey, Fart Boy, want to do me a solid?” He barely had time to get the full question out before I went down on his throbbing cock. I knew how dangerous this was; to drive around while sucking the driver’s dick. Anyone could have seen. But I didn’t care. The monster in me wanted this guy’s cum down the back of my throat, and I made it happen.

One time, at Connor’s house for another football “party”, this time it was a pool party, he asked me to come inside for a moment. Once we were out of sight from the rest of the guys, he said,

“How much do you like sucking cock?”

My heart was racing yet again, “I like it, a lot, why?”

“Do you,” He coughed, uncomfortable, “Do you want to suck mine?”

I was shaking, from the cold of the water, but also because he asked me this, standing tall, thin, toned, only in his swim suit, which hugged his heroic ass perfectly, and with water droplets running down his chest and arms. I wanted to lick the water off of him.

“So bad,” I couldn’t help but admit, “I’ve wanted to for so long,”

“Ok,” He pulled his trunks down, and his giant cock swung upward out of them. He tasted and smelt of chlorine.

A different day, I was in my room, on my computer, when Felix came in.

“Hey, Fart Boy!”

“Hola.”

“Listen,” He scratched the back of his neck and stumbled forward, “I don’t know how else to ask, but do you really like sucking dick?”

That got my attention. I sat up, “Yeah,”

“Would you,” he looked like he could believe what he was saying, “do that for me?”

“If you want, sure.” I tried to act casual even though the monster within was greedily shaking. I moved off the bed and got to my knees so I could crawl over to him.

He unzipped his jeans; a mess of thick black pubes over his dick, “Do you mind that I’m hairy? Some girls-,”

My mouth was over his cock before he could finish the sentence.

The closer it got to the beginning of the school year, the more awkward the group felt around me. They’d keep laughing, using me as their personal fart sniffer, and ass kisser, but only I knew that everyone in the room had, at one point or another, used me to suck them off. Except for Riley, he still held onto his ‘pride’. Which seemed weird to me, because even the star quarterback and macho man, Connor, had cornered me and, sheepishly, asked me to suck him off before.

Finally, a week before school started, while everyone was over, and I was waiting off to the side for one of them to fart for me, Connor stood up, grabbed me, and pushed me onto the couch. The others were silent, watching. He pulled me down so the back of my head was on the couch seat, and I was looking up at him. Connor turned around and pulled his pants down, showing me his gorgeous ass. He bent over and sat down on my face, and boomed,

“Eat my ass!”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I made love to his hole, and he moaned and wiggled on my tongue. I felt him beat his meat. Right in front of everyone else!!!

He came, and got off, and I saw that Felix was next…in line. That’s right; if Connor wasn’t shy about having me rim him, then the others weren’t going to pretend anymore.

Each football player took his turn sitting on my face, each one with an ass hungry for a slobbering tongue. I made out with all of their assholes. Even Riley found a place in line, that hypocritical douche. But I don’t discriminate: He was moaning over me in no time. When it was Mike’s turn, I stuck my pointed tongue straight up and basically fucked him with it.

This would happen day after day, they’d take turns sitting on my face, getting a better rim job then they could have asked for. Luke got a kick out of farting on my tongue, and the others would laugh, and soon after, each one would push out at least one fart while my tongue was probing their assholes. Did they like it because it was funny, or dirty and exciting? Probably. I knew none of their girlfriends sucked them off as much as I did. And I’m betting that none of them even considered bringing their faces near their nasty asses.

Once school started, I continued to service these guys with my mouth. They’d ask me, so uncomfortably, if I would “mind” sucking them off. Or rim them. But they didn’t need to feel bad: their farts were more than enough to satisfy me. After school, one of them would come over, and without asking, I’d blow him while he and Alex played video games.

“God,” Alex chuckled once, while I was going down on Luke next to him, “You’re so fucking gay.”

“Good,” Luke sighed, losing the race in his game since I was drooling down his shaft.

Pretty soon, the rest of the football team caught wind of the extra “duties” I did. All of the guys wanted me to be their best friend. I mean, who wouldn’t? Unlimited access to infinite blowjobs, and you could act out childish insults on me, “eat my farts”. I knew that every time they lost a game that year, Connor would, in a fit of anger, grab me by the neck and fart down my throat, growling, “Eat my farts, bitch!” He’d always apologize later, but he didn’t need to; I knew it was like therapy for him. Besides, it always turned me on.

The best parts of the year were the games. Like they said I’d have to do, back in the summer, I would paint my face the rival team colors, would hide out in the locker room, and the whole team would come back, pumped with adrenaline, and whether they won or lost, they would take out their triumph or anger onto my face using their asses and cocks.

The first major game was almost like déjà vu of the party. Mike was the first to come up to me, my goofy face painted in white and green, smiling like a dork. He turned around, his giant, beefy, post-game ass drenched in sweat and dirt, hugged tightly in his football pants, and he grabbed the back of my head.

“This is what happens to losers on our field!”

He pulled my face into his moist, hot ass, all of the sweat from the game was dripping onto my face, and he lifted his leg, and with a dramatic grunt, he let it rip,

PTPERTPREPTEERT

The entire locker room erupted in laughter. I snorted up the disgusting fart that carried all of his game sweat funk with it. I thought I would cum right there. Mike let me go, and told me, “I’d held that one in for almost an hour, just for you.” He patted my head like a dog. He bowed to his friends. More laughter ensued when the guys noticed that the seat of his football pants was stained by my face paint, just like the first time they did this to me.

Each player would come up to humiliate me somehow. A few would tell everyone to pretend I was one of the rival players, and they would talk to me as if I were that guy, insult me, and then fart on my face. Some guys didn’t need to fart, but they’d grind their soggy sweaty asses against my face and tell me how much “my” team sucked. Some guys commanded me to kiss their asses, their cleats, their budging jock straps…I put on lipstick so the marks would show on their clothes and they could brag to everyone else. Some guys would present to me their naked asses and make me kiss their cheeks, a few others even spread their cheeks to either fart on me or make me kiss their asshole directly. A few players were brave enough to face fuck me in front of the team. Connor wasn’t shy, and I knew his dick well, so he went first.

That night, I jerked off furiously over all of the memories I just acquired. I couldn’t believe I got to do that! And that this would happen after every game of the season! When Alex got home, drunk from a party, he told me, “Everyone loves you, dude, they thought you were hilarious. They wanna see more of you!”

I started sneaking into the locker room after all of their games for the season, dressed up in the school colors of whatever the rival team was that day. If they won, they would taunt me, cheer, laugh, shove my face up their asses…more and more of them were getting comfortable enough to make me blow them.

If they lost, then they’d do the same stuff, except they were more aggressive. No one would smile. They’d see me, and take out all of their hatred for the other school out on me. The first time I lived through them losing was scary at the beginning. None of them had me suck their dicks, but all of them lined up so they could fart down my throat. They called me by the rival school’s name, taunted me mercilessly, they’d only laugh whenever a gross fart ripped on me.

After one loss, a bunch of guys pulled their pants down, and got up on their knees on the locker room bench in a line, so a row of naked asses stretched from one wall to the other. One of the linebackers picked me up, and Connor grabbed the back of my hair, and screamed, “Stick your tongue out! This is what we think of your pathetic team!”

I kept my tongue out, and he dragged my face along the row of asses.

When they lost, they thought of the most creative ways to humiliate me. But I loved them all so much. It was a perfect system: I was taking on the rage of the whole team, all of their carnal, immature anger, letting them do to me what they’d wish they could do to someone from the other team.

And when they won, they would still humiliate me, and put on me all of their pent up energy from the game. They’d laugh, pretending I was the other team, and make me suck their sweaty cocks. Guys whose names I never knew would circle around me and jerk off, covering me in their cum. It wasn’t rare to feel two asses press against either side of my head, both of them farting into my ears, laughing.

So many cumming cocks…so many sweaty and farting assholes…

Winter meant the end of football. But basketball season started, and a few of the guys from the football team also played basketball, so I followed them into the locker room. Then I became the target of the basketball team’s rage and triumphs. Then spring came, and I did the same for the baseball team. The baseball guys got a kick out of commanding me to stick my tongue out so they could sit on it.

No surprise, the entire jock quarter of my school knew about me, about my sick little desires. But, to my great shock, I was never bullied. I’d walk down the hall, and some jock who I’d vague recognize would say, “Hey Chris, what’s up?” Some baseball team members offered to help carry my books to class. A basketball kid offered to help tutor me in trigonometry. Alex and his friends would sit with me during lunch, and offer to pay sometimes.

I still don’t know the exact reason, but my guess is, from their perspective, they were viciously bullying me after every game. Even though I asked for it, and they had no problems shoving their cocks down my throat or smothering me with their asses while they farted up my nose when they were riled up, they probably felt guilty for it all. And to be honest, if I wanted to tell any of the faculty that I was being abused, I could easily get any of these guys suspended. Or expelled.

But of course I wasn’t going to tell on any of them; I was having too much fun!

Alex’s friends used me during the next summer, no surprise. Mike really enjoyed using my mouth. I think I felt closer with him than the others because, since the beginning, I never hesitated to service him. And he was really kind to me, compared to the others. He was still going through about not wanting to be publically out. He admitted that I made him realize he was bi. But we didn’t talk much about our relationship. I was afraid he’d think I was dirty and gross for all of the things I did to other guys.

By sophomore year, no surprise, it seemed everyone in the school “somehow” found out about what exactly I did for all of the jocks. A lot of kids shot me dirty looks as I walked by campus. In one class, I saw a group of girls glancing at me, disgusted, muttering, laughing to themselves. My face blushed. I realized I was the school’s biggest slut.

A few guys bullied me. Walking home one afternoon, this kid, Eric Baker, and his friends, circled me and beat me up, calling me a worthless faggot. I’m embarrassed to say that I couldn’t hold back from crying.

That night, Alex noticed I was quiet, and he saw the bruises on my back while I changed.

“Who did this? What happened??”

After I told him, and found my voice shaking, Alex told me not to worry.

Eric never touched me again. In fact, a few times later that semester, I’d see him leaving class, and when our eyes met, he’d drop his and scurry away in a different direction. I guessed that one of the jocks scared him shitless. I liked thinking that it was Mike who stood up form me, his giant figure, who could easily break Eric like a twig. The thought made me smile.

The bullying died off after a few months, and once the idea of me being a cock slut and ass pig started to settle into the minds of very horny and indiscriminant young adult males, I started getting facebook messages from them. The gays, of course, wanted to meet me. The bisexual guys. Straight guys who were curious. Straight guys who just wanted to feel dominant. Straight guys who just wanted to fart on me because they thought it was hilarious. Guys whose girlfriends were mad at them, and wanted a mouth on their cock for now. No matter what they wanted, I seemed to be the perfect person to provide such services.

I spent a lot of time after school meeting up with different guys. Sometimes, they’d ask me to blow them. A lot of times, they asked me to rim them, since rimming wasn’t something that girls admitted to doing, and that a lot of guys had heard of and wanted to try. Some guys just wanted to use me as their video game chair for a few hours. Those were my favorite; whenever it was two or three friends who just wanted to fart up my nose for the hell of it. Some guys would offer to drive me home, and along the way, I’d give them road head. There were even guys who would follow me into the bathroom and ask for a quick blow or rim before class. Not my proudest moments, but hey the horny animal within me had unlimited access to cock, balls, and ass. It was hard to refuse.

I also liked making them laugh. Some guys knew that, if they were pissing at the urinal, and they needed to fart, and I was in the bathroom, they’d just say, “Fart Boy, I got something for you!” and I would fall to my knees and dive nose first into their buttholes to snort their gas. The others in the bathroom would see this and laugh and clap for me.

Pretty soon, any time someone wanted to ‘bully” me, he and his friends would corner me into the bathroom and made me worship their asses. They thought it was humiliating but I obviously did not give a single fuck: I made out with every asshole that came into my vicinity.

And of course, all this was going on while I did yet another season of Fart Boy duties for the football team. That year’s homecoming, they were fighting the Wheatville Warriors, who have famously beaten us the past four games we fought against them. We won. Not only did we break our losing streak with our arch nemesis, but we also did it on our homecoming game.

God, they really held nothing back that night. They were so creative in their insults…they actually believed they were making the Warriors make out with their assholes. Connor was hogging me to himself for a bit, grabbing my ears to guide my head while he fucked my mouth. His teeth were clenched, and he spat down, with each thrust “You love this cock, Wilson? Choke on it!!” Wilson was the Warrior’s quarterback. He always called me by the names of the rival quarterbacks. Connor scared me sometimes, the rage he had bottled up inside him. But, hey, if this bizarre role-playing helped with his anger management, I was happy to take it. He’d vocalize everything he’d do to me, “Suck my balls, Wilson!” or, “Looks like Wilson love to eat farts,” or, “Kiss my asshole, then kiss the assholes of every player on this team. That’s all your good for, Wilson, kissing asshole”. Every night after a game, Connor would facebook message me, apologizing over and over again for “taking it too far.” But again, if it made Connor feel good to pretend the rival quarterback had his lips lovingly smacking at his sweaty asshole, I did not mind at all.

The wrestling team was my favorite, because they were always really sweaty, and they would love to practice their figure 4 headlocks on me, wrapping their legs around my head, forcing my face to burry into their sweaty balls or ass cracks. They’d love to fart on me too; they thought it was the funniest thing in the world to have a kid come into practice and offer to eat their farts.

I never felt so dirty in my life. Every night, that year, I would lay in my bed, still smelling the musk of all of the butts that I had pressed my face into. I could taste the saltiness of balls and cock on my tongue. I shivered.

Some guys wanted to pay me to do this stuff for them. I never asked for money, because that made me feel like a prostitute, but if they offered, I’d accept. Not my fault they’re too stupid to know that I’d do any of this nasty shit for free.

To my surprise, none of the gay kids at school wanted to do that stuff with me. Sure they were into oral and rimming, but the fart thing turned them all off, so they never chatted with me. One kid, Flynn, messaged me to admit that he was in the closet and jealous of me because I was living out his fantasies. I told him to just go up to them and be open, since that’s what I did, but he didn’t want to be out. So, I decided to help him out. I told a few of my friends from the baseball that Flynn was bullying me, and that I wanted them to treat him like they treated me.

Needless to say, he messaged me a few days later, with hundreds of “thank you’s” because he was “forced” to kiss the sweaty, hairy, farting buttholes of every baseball player. He added that his cock had never hurt so much from constant masturbation before. I guess that’s a good thing?

Each year was the same for me, and by senior year I was, basically, the bitch boy for all of guy at school. I was in cock sucking, ass licking, and fart sniffing heaven.

I don’t have much more to add to this story without repeating myself, except that my last big hoorah was senior prom. I didn’t dance; I sat in the bathroom. Every time a guy came in to piss, he’d recognize me, call me by one of my nicknames [I was no longer Fart Boy, though. Now, I was given a bunch of funny descriptive titles, like “King Blowjob” or “Captain Ass Lick” or “Lord Fart Sniffer”. I wore all of those badges with pride.], and he’d let me sniff his ass, or he’d fart on me, while he was at the urinal.

By the time I’d finished school, I probably ate out the assholes, cum, and farts of nearly every male student in my grade. Even now, I’ll get a Facebook message from some guy who’s heard of me, and wants to feel my tongue up his farting butt. I’d sigh, thinking of the glory days that I’ve put past me. And to be honest, I’m fucking embarrassed that I let my inner Fart Boy take over so often. But it’s out of my system. Now there’s only one cock and asshole I worship:

Mike admitted that he really liked me and wanted to go out. But I couldn’t say anything to anyone: he still wasn’t comfortable. Of course, I didn’t mind having a secret boyfriend who could also be my secret cock master. I was more surprised that he didn’t look at me like the disgusting fart pig I was.

“You don’t care that I used suck everyone’s assholes?”

He laughed, “It kinda hurts, but the past is past. And I know you love me, right?”

“I do,” I realized we’d never said that before. “…do you love me?”

He nodded.

“Don’t give me that silent nodding shit, say it!”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

I kissed him on the lips, “Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.” Kiss. “Again.” Kiss. “Again.”

I made him say it until he shut me by pushing me to the bedroom floor and sitting on my face. His sweatpants softly folded my face up his ass crack as he ripped a thick fart cloud on my poor little nose,

PRTPERPTTPRPTRPTRERT

Somehow, making me vacuum up his disgusting fart was a better way of telling me he loved me.

And I owe it all to my lovable big brother.

The End.

The Bet - Chapter 9

via Sevebillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, is for 18+, and contains incest, fetish, and kink material, such as fart sniffing and ass worship. If any of this is an issue with you, do NOT read on. Otherwise, enjoy!

My hand was shaking against Alex’s thigh, “What do you mean?”

“No more questions!” He brought his hand up, “Now get your mouth on my cock, bitch!”

My lip trembled a bit, but I did what he said. Going down on him, his dick pressing into the back of my throat, while he rubbed my hair, a satisfied grin, I couldn’t let go of what he just said…what did Mike tell him? Did he tell him everything? Maybe he left out the part where he sucked me off, but still, does Alex know that I really do like farts? Or did he say it like a joke? I wanted more answers, so I tried to suck Alex with more love than usual. I pulled up a bit and ran the tip of my tongue around his cock head, and I licked around his piss slit. Since my drool was running down his shaft, I wrapped my hands around it and started to pump his cock, keeping my mouth in rhythm. He started to moan,

“Oh, fuck, dude,” he gasped as I sucked on just his cock head, “You’re getting better and better at this,”

I could tell he was coming close, because he’d grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down, shoving his cock as deep into my mouth as he could. I kept sucking, I felt his hot cum hit my throat while he let out a quiet moan, a few “Oh my God”s under his breath. I used my tongue to play with his sensitive, softening cock, hearing him gasp and groan.

“Alright, Fart Boy,” he patted my head, “Time for bed,” He started to turn over onto his belly,

“Wait,” I sat up, “What did Mike tell you?”

“What do you think?” He laughed, “He told me that he made you beg for his farts. I think that’s pretty funny. And that you made him say you loved them.”

Wait, what? So Alex doesn’t know the truth? What is going on??

“And he and I were talking about what to do for our last night with Fart Boy…and he came up with a great idea.”

“…w-what did he say?”

“You’ll see.” Alex smirked. “Now get in my ass. Believe it or not, I STILL have some farts for you to sniff. Grab the harness.”

He’d pulled up the dirty underwear over his butt cheeks. I picked up the harness like he told me, and helped put it on around his pelvis. Then, I sank face first into his crack. He tightened the harness so I couldn’t move around. I brought my hands up and grabbed onto each cheek, bracing for impact.

PPTPRTPRPTRPT

The thick hot fart spat against my nose. I sniffed it up, hearing him sigh.

…

I spent most of the day pacing around, going through the motions of making lunch, watching TV, surfing the net, playing games on my phone…anything to pass the time. When this all started, I was constantly dreading the end of the day when Alex would bring his buddies home to force me to be their fart sniffer. Now, I was excited, and impatient, to see what they’d planned for me today. Especially since Mike was somehow involved in this. What was he planning? I couldn’t understand this guy…the other guys were obvious about what they thought of me, but Mike was all over the board.

No matter what I did, my brain kept spinning around the endless possibilities of what they’d do. Alex implied it was something big…I wasn’t sure what to think.

…

Through the window, I watched the car pull up into the drive. Only, this time, only three people got out: Alex, Mike, and Luke. I was kind of disappointed; only three asses? And one of them was my brothers? But at least Mike and Luke were here.

I rushed out of my room to the living room couch, hoping not to act like I’d been waiting for this moment all day. I turned on the TV; some game show. The door opened and I heard Luke’s voice sing down the hall,

“Oh FAAAART BOYYYY”

I jumped off the couch and headed to the front area. The first face I saw was Luke’s; grinning as evil as ever. I expected he was ready to push me to my knees and give me another fart-facial.

“Yes, Sir Luke.” I made sure to remember how to address them.

“We’re going.” Alex’s voice was flat.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re heading out. Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

I wasn’t sure what to think about this, but my heart was ready to burst out of my chest from the anticipation, so I obeyed. I followed Mike and Luke back to the car, while Alex went into the house to get something, also to turn off all the lights I’d left on. Mike called shotgun, so I had to sit in the back next to Luke.

“What’s going on?” I broke the silence, watching the lights in my house go off one by one.

“We’re supposed to keep it a surprise,” Mike glanced at me through the rear view window, “So I’ll just say that we’re going to Connor’s place. Did you know his family’s rich as fuck? Yeah, they’ve practically got a mansion.”

I nodded along, even though that didn’t tell me anything.

…

We drove through town to the soundtrack of the chill rock music off the radio. The three guys were chatting about that day’s practice, as if I weren’t in the car.

“God, it was so fucking hot today,” Mike complained, “I thought I was gonna faint from how much I was sweating.” That perked my ears up. I thought of all the sweat collecting around his balls in his jock strap, and all of the sweat dripping down his ass cheeks, collecting around his taint and in his butt crack…

PREPTRPTPRTRPTPREPTRTPTRTR

An obnoxious fart erupted next to me. I jerked my head and saw that Luke’s face was bunched up while he pushed out the nasty beast. He was sitting on his hand. When he stopped, he sighed, pulled his hand out from under his ass, and reached over to cup it over my nose and mouth.

“How does that one smell, Fart Bitch?!” He cackled.

Even though it was removed from the source, his hand did smell pretty rank. I gagged against his clammy fingers. The other two were laughing in the front seat,

Luke continued, “C’mon; what did this one smell like? Gimme details.”

“…old cheese,” I guessed, “and skunk?”

“Fuck, dude,” Alex gagged, “I can smell it from here!” He rolled the windows down, “You really need to go to the doctor or something; this ain’t normal.”

“Just think,” Mike laughed through a few coughs, “about how many times Fart Dude had to smell that shit, up close,”

“Well,” Alex was now looking at me through the mirror, “Don’t worry, bro, only one more day in Ass Stink Hell.”

…

Mike wasn’t lying about Connor’s mansion. It sat on the rich side of town, two stories in a Mediterranean style, with grey brick instead of white stucco. Each window was in its own archway, and a roof arched over the driveway. Beyond the back yard gate, I could see the cyan of pool water.

We pulled up, and the guys hopped out of the car. I noticed that there were cars parked along the street right in front of the house, and in the driveway. My heart was pounding again, wondering what’s inside. Alex opened my door, “C’mon.”

When I jumped out, Mike was smirking at me, leaning against the car. In a small moment, we stared at each other; him having the upper hand as usual. I tried to read him, but all he did was wink at me.

Before I could react, Luke stepped over with what looked like two tubes of tooth paste, “Dude, we almost forgot the best part!”

“Shit,” Alex grumbled, “put it on him, quickly.”

When he opened the tubes, I could see that they were paint. A purple tube and a white tube. Quickly, with his fingers, he smeared the purple paint all over one side of my face. Then, he did the same with the white on the other. Meanwhile, I snuck glances passed him to see if anyone was walking down the road.

“How’s it looking?” Alex had been pacing up and down the drive.

“Crude,” Luke admitted, “But good enough.” He brought out his phone and took a picture of me, then showed me how I looked. Just as I expected: half my face was painted white, the other half purple, like I was going to cheer for some team from the stands…

“Alright, ready for the show?” Luke gestured to me.

Mike stood up straight, “I think so,” and rushed forward, crouched, his head went between my legs. I let out a little yelp and lost my balance, grabbing onto his torso as he stood up. He was holding onto my legs, which were over his shoulder, while I was grabbing onto his torso upside down. Because of this, my face was level with his butt. I felt my heart race.

“Wait!” I jerked my head and saw Alex pull his sweat towel from his pocket, “One last touch,” He wrapped it over my eyes, blindfolding me. “Alright, let’s go”

I felt Mike rush to the door, my head bouncing against his ass along the way. I heard giggling and pounding on the front door. Beyond the door, I could make out mumbling and music. What was going on? The door opened, and I heard Connor’s voice,

“The man of the hour’s finally here!”

Then I felt myself being carried through the house, closer to the music and the voices. I heard Luke scream out ahead of me, “FART BOY’S in the HOUSE!!!”

Then, cheering.

A lot of cheering.

Deafening.

I thought my ribs would implode.

I thought I might throw up.

Alex told everyone on the football team. They all knew I was going through this bet. How much more did they know?? I started feeling dizzy as Mike carried me around the room. I heard a bunch of whooping and hollering; I felt a few hands smack my upturned ass. I winced through the pain. I could feel my arms shaking around Mike’s belly as he paraded me around the room. I couldn’t see the crowd of guys, but I knew they were all staring at me. The room felt thick and hot from all of the bodies crowded around, and the smell of BO was strong…I’d bet none of them showered after practice.

Finally, I felt Mike let go of my legs and try to jerk me off. Flipping with the momentum, since I was still grabbing onto his torso, and since I wasn’t expecting to be dropped, I felt my face dig into his ass before falling onto what felt like the couch. A few more laughs at me. If it weren’t for the face paint, my cheeks would be bright red.

I felt someone pull me up in a sitting position, and remove the blindfold.

Maybe it wasn’t the whole team, but most of the team was standing around Connor’s expansive living room, all of them laughing at me. My eyes darted around and I saw a few faces I recognized from after Alex’s games. But most of the guys were complete strangers to me. I didn’t know any of their names. Alex stepped up and called out to the team,

“So, as you know, my brother lost a bet to me, and for the past week, I made him my personal fart sniffer.”

A few more cheers and laughs. He continued, “So, since I don’t like feeling selfish, I thought we could all do him a favor and give him more work to do.”

Again, more cheers. My knees were trembling.

“Now, I know that some of you are too ‘nice’ to treat my bro that way. So to make it easier, we painted him up like a Brickton Knight fan.” Oh, that was what the paint was for…the Brickton Knights was the rival team they’ll be playing against in a few weeks. I saw nothing but devilish grins in the crowd in front of me.

“And since I told them about how much you love your job,” Alex was talking to me now, “they wanted to help you out. The minute practice was over, we all got changed and came here. No showers. Just how you like it, Fart Boy.”

A few whoops and laughs. I heard a few guys comment about how badly it stunk in here.

Then, Connor pushed a few other players out of the way. His giant figure lumbered toward me. He gently pushed me down to my knees, and turned around to shout, “This is what I think of the Brickton Knights!” He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face into his beefy, sweaty post-practice ass. All of the sweat from the day was soaking through his black basketball shorts onto my face, and he lifted his leg, and with a loud grunt, he pushed out

PPPPPPPPPEPRPERPERPERPEPRPEPREPTRPTRPTEPTP

The entire locker room erupted in laughter. Connor let me go and bowed. More laughter ensued when the guys noticed that the seat of his shorts was stained by my face paint. That got the ball rolling.

Each player would come up to humiliate me somehow. One guy who I’d never seen before stepped up. He had a strong jawline, and a mess of frizzy black hair, and tan skin. He spoke down to me, “This is what I want to do to Justin Harper, no. 34” He spun around and pulled my face into his cheeks.

PRTPRTPRTPRPTRPT

He let out a beefy gas cloud onto my face. Everyone cheered at that one too. I gagged from the smell, and he spat down, “Sniff it all up, Fart Boy, isn’t that your job?!” He’s right. I grabbed onto his waist and sucked up the entire fart. I heard a few groans and shocks.

“He’s in love!”

“Fucking sicko!”

I didn’t care what they said about me.

A few more guys took up the model of telling the group what they wished I was a different rival player they hated, and then they would let out gallons of gas.

Gallons. I’d never imagine I’d be sniffing so many farts in my life.

I didn’t keep track of all the players they referenced me with. One ass would pull away from my face and head off, only to be replaced by a new one. Different colored shorts. Some farts were light and airy, some were squeaky, some were thick and forced out, some were long streams of gas, some were a few separate poots. Every single time Luke felt even a smidgen of gas build up in his gut, he would cut the line and force his crack onto my nose.

PPRTPRTPRTPRPTRPTRPTRPTRP

Of course I sniffed them all up. I sniffed so many farts, I was feeling dizzy and sick. I had to cover up my pitched tent

Not every ass that I was forced into let out a fart. A few guys got in line just to rub their soggy sweaty asses in my face, making me take in their musky scent, while telling me how much “my team sucks”. I noticed Danny was one of them. At least, I was able to catch a glance of his childish grin right before his cheeks engulfed my face.

After a while of this, nearly all of my face paint had rubbed off onto the guy’s shorts. Every guy in the room ended up having white and purple smears all over the seat of their shorts. While the visual representation of my face marrying their asses was enough to make them double over in laughter, it was enough to make my balls swollen. Now these guys were walking around, wearing my face paint on their asses like a badge of honor. Physical proof that I was an ass kisser, a fart sniffer…I was their bitch.

The first one of them to command me to kiss his ass was one of the blond hair blue eyed guys with stubble. He’d turned around, and instead of grabbing my face, he said,

“Why don’t you show me some respect and kiss my ass!”

Most of the guys in the room were shocked by this, and let out a few surprised giggles in anticipation. Would he really do it? They probably wondered, sure this is just a bet, but no guy would stoop that low?

Of course, Alex and the friends that have already made me pucker up for their asses and assholes knew I would submit.

“Yes sir,” I said, before puckering up and sinking long kiss right on the blond boy’s butt cheek.

The room erupted in shocked yelps. Gleeful. They were like Alex and friends; each new step of degrading and humiliating acts gave them such a rush. All of their childhood fantasies were being fulfilled: they were actually about to get their asses kissed.

When I pulled away, I didn’t look at anyone else’s face but that of the blond football player, who smiled down at me with smug satisfaction. I’m sure being called “sir” made his day.

“Everyone,” Mike called out, “Line up to get your ass kissed!”

And so they did. They actually formed a line.

A whole football team was lining up to have their asses kissed by me. I couldn’t believe this.

The next few guys went through the same motions; turning around, asking me to kiss their ass, me saying “Yes sir” and doing so, then they’d step out of the way for the next guy. It wasn’t until Felix got to his turn that things started to change up.

“No, no, no, guys,” He said to the players who’d already gotten their kisses, “You’re being too nice.” Then, he twisted around and pulled his shorts and underwear; his hairy ass mooning me from mere inches away.

“KISS my ASSHOLE, Fart Boy!!!” His fingers pulled his cheeks apart. At the center of his swirly black hair was his small pink asshole. I actually heard a few of the players gasp after I said, “Yes, sir,” and dove in.

Since I still wanted to maintain the charade of me going through with a lost bet because I’m being blackmailed, I managed to make myself tear up and cry, my hot-and-bothered blushing face looked like one from humiliation. I hoped that they would be none the wiser.

Now the guys were testing the limits of their cruelty. They made me kiss their cheeks, and their holes. A few guys asked me ever so kindly, laughing at how dirty the question was and how such a dirty question was being asked with politeness. Some guys wouldn’t even ask: they’d just pull their pants and pull my kissing face into their cracks.

When it was Riley’s turn, he pulled his pants down and said, “Beg for it.”

A room full of eyes stared at me, wondering if I’d crack and say “fuck you”, or give in.

“Please, Sir Riley,” I gave off the biggest puppy dog eyes of defeat I could muster, “Please let me kiss your ass. It deserves my adoration.”

Stunned silence. Riley nodded, “That’s right. Now kiss my asshole directly, and thank it for the privilege.”

With his cheeks spread, I dove into his crack and my lips met his hole. After a few seconds of contact, I pulled out, the grimeyness still stuck on my lips. “Thank you, Sir Riley’s asshole, for allowing me to kiss you. I know I’m not worthy.”

Needless to say, the entire team had fallen in love with this idea of making me kiss their assholes directly and worshiping them. My balls were aching for release.

“Hey, Fart Boy,” I heard Alex laugh. At the moment, I was ears deep in Connor’s ass, again. I pulled out and turned to him. Alex was holding his phone out to me.

He had taken videos. Several videos. Of me kissing assholes. Of me sniffing farts. Of me begging for farts. Of me having my face smeared on one of the player’s asses, and of the room full of players with face paint on the seats of their shorts. I looked like a pathetic pig loser. My eyes widened.

“Since the team loves you so much, we want to make a deal. Connor? Will you do the honors of explaining?”

“Sure,” Connor turned around, his giant figure glared down at me with the authority of, say, Apollo, “We want you to be the team’s Fart Boy. After our games, we want you to dress up like a member of the rival team, so we can fart all over your face and make you kiss our asses and worship us. Symbolic domination over our opponents. Whether we win or lose, you’ll serve us the same. And you will do that for every game this season. And the next. And the one after that. If you don’t, then we’ll send these videos to all of our friends, in this town, and in neighboring towns. Everyone will know about this, unless you swear to me, right now, you’ll be our team’s fart sucking, ass kissing, sweat licking bitch boy. Understand?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My stomach was somersaulting. Since the time for the bet was nearly up, Alex broke his unspoken promise to not extend it. But now…oh god, they were oblivious to how much I loved this. I was on my knees, surrounded by the team…I counted 24 guys. 24 asses, 24 sweaty, beefy jock asses, spitting out farts, that were all mine to worship and sniff. And that was just those in the room with me. My cock was twitching in my pants. My fingers were cold.

“Well?” Connor glared down at me, waiting for an answer. They were all staring at me, waiting for my answer.

As if it weren’t obvious what I’d say.

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fart boy continues to take the abuse, pretending he doesn’t love it.

…

I hadn’t stopped shaking since Mike left the room. What in God’s name just happened? Is this some kind of joke? No guy would “just jokingly” suck another guy off… Did Mike really like me? Or was this his way of returning the favor from last night’s face fucking? My mouth was dry. I pulled my pants up with trembling fingers.

Alex opened the door, and I jumped a bit, “Hey, Fart Boy, get back to work!”

Like a robot, I put the dirty briefs back on over my head, my new mask, my new face, “Yes, sir, right away!”

“SIR?!” Alex laughed. I don’t know why I said it, it just came to mind. My face was already burning red, “I like that attitude. Come out here, we’re getting ready for Fart Bukakke round 2.”

Shakily I lifted off the bed and followed Alex out the room. Since I’d been gone, the other guys had settled down a bit, and were watching whatever dumb comedy was on the TV. Felix was tossing popcorn up in the air and catching it in his mouth.

“If you guys recall,” Alex got their attention, “Fart Boy promised that if I let him take a break, he would willingly kiss my ass.”

I forgot I’d agreed to that. I gulped. The boys’ smirks turned evil. Riley called out, “How many did you say? 50, 50?”

“Yep,” Alex playfully slapped his own ass, “Fifty on the cheeks, fifty on the hole.”

A collective groan of disgust mixed with their cruel laughter. Without fighting, I lowered to my knees, facing my brother. He laughed and gestured down at me,

“Look how fucking ready he is to kiss my ass! Like it’s the highlight of his day!”

Even though they kept laughing at my humiliation, it didn’t hurt me. I didn’t care that he was my older brother, he was right. I’m falling in love with my duties. As pathetic as it sounds, this week was becoming the best week of my life.

Alex turned away from me; his entire backside towering above. I looked at the lumps that were his ass cheeks, and how his basketball shorts hung over them. Shaping them. Riley walked over with his phone out,

“I’ve got this counter to make sure he does them all.” His hateful eyes shot down at me with a hint of disgust.

“Ready, Fart Boy?” Alex wiggled his hips back and forth. I nodded.

He pulled his shorts down, baring his ass at me. Nothing new. I leaned in and started kissing his left cheek. I kissed rapidly so I could move on to do something for his friends. Also, even though it was gross to admit this, especially since he’s my brother, I was eager to kiss the hole. Of course, the guys were laughing at me.

“Wow,” I heard Connor laugh, “He really loves kissing ass!”

“Like every good little bro.” Was Alex’s verbal shrug.

After hearing Riley say “50”, I jumped to the next cheek. I planted the entire surface of his ass with kisses, much like he made me do the second night of this “hell” week. I ignored the comments that were being thrown around the room [“He’s going to town!” “I’ve never even kissed a girl like that!”] and kept pressing my lips over my brother’s skin. Once Riley said “50” again, I backed up. Alex leered back at me over his shoulder.

“You asked for it,” He grabbed both of his cheeks and pulled them apart. His pungent butthole was staring back at me. Unwashed for nearly a week. The same butthole that’d been feeding me farts all day and night, for six days now. I should be hating it. I felt the group’s eyes glued on me, as I stared at my next task. Without more hesitation, I crawled forward.

“Aw, shit, he’s gonna do it!” I heard Danny verbally cringe.

I closed my eyes, puckered up, and felt his ass crack hair brush against my lips and cheeks as I kissed his asshole. And I kissed it again. And again. I felt the sweaty grime stick to my lips. I kissed it again. I couldn’t believe what’s come over my mind. Kissing ass was so…degrading. I kept kissing Alex’s hole, making sure they were loud enough for Riley to hear so he could count them on his phone’s clicker. The guys were groaning out in shock. Literally kissing a guy’s butt was so pathetic and weird, no real guy would stoop so low. But I wasn’t really a real guy, I was Fart Boy. I’m an ass kissing faggot. Even kissing my own brother’s sweat covered hairy butthole didn’t keep my dick from getting rock hard again.

“47, 48, 49, 50.” Riley called out.

I pulled out from Alex’s crack, the room showered me in applause.

“Wow, incredible,” Riley stared at his phone screen, “150 kisses.”

My face muscles did feel a bit sore from that rapid exercise.

Alex pulled his shorts up and looked at me with another one of his wolf grins, “You just gave me another brilliant idea.”

My heart pounded.

“I’m thinking we need to spread the love.”

…

After letting the guys fuel up on left over beans [and giving Luke more chocolate milk], the guys lined up for their ass kissing humiliation game. I had to kiss each of their asses the same way I’d kissed Alex’s. 50 kisses on each cheek, and 50 directly on their assholes. And between kisses, I had to thank them for letting me worship their asses these past couple of days. And for all of the farts they’d fed me. And of course, if any of them had to fart while I was down there, I wasn’t aloud to stop kissing. Luke promised me that he would fart on my puckered lips as much as he physically could while I was down there. Alex would act as the counter.

The first guy in line was Riley. Even though he was the only one in the group who actually disliked me [or, now that I think of it, he was probably the only guy in the group other than Mike who recognized that I was secretly enjoying all of this. But where Mike reacted with a weird attraction, Riley was just repulsed], I could feel him shutter with immense pride as I showered his ass with kisses. His ass was more hairy than I’d expected. But I kissed his asshole and thanked him for the privilege.

“Thank you Riley, for letting me worship your ass.”

He said nothing. When I was done, I moved over to the next guy in line, Felix. His ass was covered in more hair than the rest of the guys; thick and black. I knew that pressing into his crack would feel so musty and gross. And I was pig enough to be excited. I kissed his cheeks, his soft flesh indenting with each one. Then, I burrowed into his hairy nest of an ass crack to kiss his hole. After the first ten, he grabbed my hair and pushed against my lips

PRPEPREPRPEPR

Being so close, so contained, and concentrated, it was enough to make me gag. Even the sensation of his butthole vibrating on my own lips helped me feel myself sinking even lower. But I kept kissing. Of course the rest of them laughed.

“Hey, you forgot to thank me!” He cried.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” I pulled out of his ass and muttered out,

“SIR?!” He had the same reaction that Alex had. The other guys laughed at how absurd this was all getting.

Alex cut in, “Yeah, he knows his place. We’re his masters so he’s finally showing us proper respect.”

I gulped, “Thank you, Felix, for farting on me.”

“You mean Sir Felix.” He corrected.

These guys were really loving this. I’m sure they’ve all secretly wanted to make some guy do something as gross and fucked up as this at some point. Whether it be an annoying brother or some douchebag at school, I’m sure they’ve all wanted to take a guy and dominate and humiliate him. And throwing in toilet humor and childish pranks made it even better.

So I said, “Thank you, Sir Felix, for farting on me.” I went back into his forest of ass crack hair and kissed his hole a few dozen times until I reached fifty.

“Thank you, Sir Felix, for letting me worship your ass.”

The next ass in line belonged to Mike. I’m already familiar with his gorgeous globes. He said, “Hope I have some farts for you, Fart Dude.” I wasn’t sure if he would have any, since he’d relieved himself all over my face earlier. I gulped, my heart beating against the inside of my chest, and leaned in to kiss his naked ass cheeks. After feeling his little blond hairs tickle my lips, he parted his cheeks and I sunk into his crack. Like a hand in a glove. I kissed his hole, slower than I’d been kissing the others, but not so slow that it would be obvious to the other guys that I was giving special treatment. One the one hand, being next to the rest of the group, I thought I should keep my cool and go through with Mike’s ass like the others, then go on to the next one. But the voice of Fart Boy was begging me to do something more. Use my tongue a little. Moan out in pleasure. I had to suppress it.

Sadly, he didn’t give me a single fart to sniff. Still, when those 150 kisses were up, I said, “Thank you, Sir Mike, for letting me worship your ass.”

Next was Danny. He chucked while I planted smooches on his cheeks. “I hope you’re ready; I feel my guts gurgling.” I gulped, continuing to coat his ass with my lips. After those hundred kisses went by, he pulled his cheeks apart and I went on to kiss his hole.

PERPETPEPTRPTptrptprt

Immediately, his ass spat out a fart onto my lips. I kissed through it, even though the raw egg stink was creeping up my nose. I heard him sigh, “Wait,”

Wpetpetprtrptrp

A smaller sputter tickled my kissing lips. Again, I kissed through it. As gross as this felt, I’d lived through worse gas.

“Thank you, Sir Danny, for letting me worship your ass.”

“No problem, Fart Boy. What else good are you?”

That line got Riley in a fit of mean laughter.

The next ass was Connor’s. His beautiful quarterback cheeks looked like they were sculpted from an artist. He was the only guy in the group who shaved down there. I kissed his smooth cheeks, my lips trembling a bit. This was the chance of a lifetime, that only a true Fart Boy like me could ever appreciate. He boomed, “If only I could get the guys from Red Creek’s team to line up and do this to me, I’d die happy.” The others laughed along. Red Creek was their team’s arch nemesis. I disagreed; kissing Connor’s callipygian ass wasn’t a punishment; it was a privilege. When I was done worshiping his cheeks, he pulled them apart so I could show his asshole the appreciation it deserved. While I planted dozens more kisses on his hole, I felt both his giant hands hold my head in place.

PPPPEPREPTROTPROTERPTEORPTRE

He ripped a thick growler that was powerful enough to push through my lips. I could smell and taste the heavy musk of his ass. Even though I was only supposed to kiss, I couldn’t help but suck in this fart. I coughed through the guy’s laughter, and went back to kissing.

“Thank you for letting me worship your ass, Sir Connor.” I meant that more than the others, almost as much as I meant it for Mike.

Finally, the ass that I both longed for, but was also deeply afraid of: Luke’s. When I crawled up behind him, he laughed, “Fart Boy, do you have any idea how long I’ve been clenching my cheeks waiting for you?”

Felix snorted, “Should’ve gotten in line quicker.”

I was already familiar with Luke’s naked ass. I thought of how he made me eat it out, and of course, how much he loved to feed me his disgusting super farts. I gulped, but my dick twitched in my underwear. I started kissing his cheeks.

“Hurry up, I don’t know how much longer I can hold this one in!”

After one hundred painful kisses [my face was sore from all the puckering], I moved back to get ready for kissing his hole. But he didn’t give me a chance. Immediately after my brother said “50” for his right ass cheek, Luke grabbed my head and shoved my face into his ass crack.

PRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTPRPRTPRPTRRPTRPTRRPRP

A collective, “WOAH!!!” echoed through the house, as I kissed through the nastiest fart I’d have to take. He’d been dying to unleash his beasts on my lips. I kept kissing, even though he let out even more gas

prtpppepeprpeprtpPRTPRTPR

The sharp rotten funk was stabbing into my nostrils. I coughed and gagged. Even my inner Fart Boy voice was telling me to back out. I pushed through, kissing over and over, through more rank farts. This guy’s ass was unbelievable.

“Dude,” Alex giggled, “Stop trying to kill my brother like you did to Corey that one time.”

Corey? When I was done with all my kisses, I jerked out of Riley’s hands and gasped for air. Riley answered my question with, “Fart Boy, you’re lucky. When I was younger, I’d hold my little brother down and fart up his nose until he passed out. Now these guys make fun of me because, when I first did it, I was afraid I killed him.”

Connor joined in the laughter, “I haven’t seen that kid in forever. He still hates you?”

“Fucking loathes me. I’m always farting on him and he’s too weak to fight back.” I felt kind of bad for this kid. If his older brother’s nasty lactose intolerant mega fart blasts were too much for ME, I couldn’t imagine how bad they must be to a normal person.

“Funny enough,” Luke spoke to me again, “He wants me to thank you. Not personally, he doesn’t know who you are, but I told him that I’ve got another face I’ve been saving all my gas for and he says you’re his hero. This week’s been the longest he’s gone without having to smell my asshole.”

Luke was beyond cruel. In a way, I was helping his brother out a lot.

“Oh,” Luke patted his belly, “I’ve got just a bit more gas. You hungry, Fart Boy?”

“…yes Sir Luke.” I felt myself say.

He turned around and spread his cheeks. “Well, dig in, Fart Boy!”

As gross as I knew it would be, I leaned in and pressed my nose into his butt hole while he ripped another monster,

PRTPRTPRTPRTPRTPRRPRT

I snorted this one whole. It took a bunch of deep sniffs to fully take in his rank asshole funk, but I did it. For Corey. More so, for me. Luke gasped out in a vulgar sigh.

“It feels good to be king.” He meandered.

My brother clapped, “yeah, yeah, all hail King Farts-a-lot.” I kept my face between Luke’s cheeks while I heard my brother address the group, “Well, after a half an hour of this, Fart Boy has ended with a total of one THOUSAND and fifty kisses.”

A bunch of whooping and hollering. I felt my face burn red. 1050 kisses? I kissed their asses over a thousand times? So badly I wanted to play with my cock.

…

The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful. The guys stayed late, watching TV, while I hopped around to nuzzle my nose into their asses and suck up their farts. And sure they made a bunch of comments about how fresh it smelt in the house thanks to my efforts. And they also joked about how crazy it is I could survive huffing this much gas. They had no idea that they were fueling my addiction. Though Mike knew. I wanted to be alone with him again so I could straighten out our relationship…what am I saying, we don’t have a relationship. I have no idea what to call what we’ve been doing behind the scenes.

After everyone left, Alex let me have a break out of his ass. In my limited free time, I nearly sprinted to the room so I could tame my frustrated and throbbing cock. After cumming twice, I heard Alex call to me saying he was going to bed.

We brushed our teeth, got into his bed, and I lowered down to massage his balls with my tongue. While I did that, he moaned and giggled a bit.

“You know, Mike has been telling me the craziest things…”

My heart froze. I froze. I dropped his balls, like a guilty dog, “w-what d you mean?”

“Nothing,” he smirked, “Nothing that normal brothers talk about.”

I was shaking, “No, what are you talking about?”

“Well,” he propped up on his elbows, “Something along the lines of how you really, really enjoy your work.”

I gulped. My mouth was drying.

“Anyway, tomorrow’s the last day of the bet, and we’ve come up with the perfect idea on how to end with a blast.”

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This story is for 18+ and is gross

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Fartboy continues to be humiliated, but tries to hide how he secretly loves his new job. Mike surprises him with a special treat

…

My tongue stretched deep up Mike’s asshole. He was moaning softly, slowly gyrating his hips to press his butt into my face. Like he was begging for me to go deeper. The harness was so tight, and he was pressed back so far, I knew this was the farthest I could go. I could barely breath beyond his rank butt crack. My dick was getting hard again.

What was I doing? I’m voluntarily probing my tongue into Mike’s butt! As in, where he poops and farts from! I should be gagging, this is nasty! But I couldn’t stop. I reached up and dug my claws into his hip. I pictured his hairy ass, the same ass that was smothering my face, the same ass that was clenching over my tongue. I shivered, I grabbed my hardening dick.

“S-Stop,” He gasped, “I think I’m gonna fart again,”

I burrowed into his crack, even though I couldn’t go farther, just to show I didn’t care. I felt like an animal.

I felt his body vibrate with a soft chuckle, and then I felt his hole press into my lips. I pulled my tongue out and moved down so my nose could slip up his wide hole,

PEREPRPEREPTRRTTH

It growled straight up my nostrils. I sniffed in deeply. His dirty stink.

“You’re so fucking gross, dude,” He let out another chuckle.

I didn’t care.

I stuck my tongue back in and continued licking. I felt him comb through my hair with his fingers. Still smacking at his hole with my mouth, I brought my hand off of his hip and moved it around, trying to grab his meat. He was hard again. His hot prick throbbed in my grasp. I started pumping at it, the same way I was pumping at my own member.

“Fuck,” He grumbled, “What’s gotten into you?”

It seemed obvious at the time: I found out that I loved butts, and farts. As grossed out as it seemed as first, the more often I had a pair of ass cheeks separating over my face, the more I realized how much it drove me up the wall. I could barely think straight, wildly rubbing my face through the grime of his crack, sniffing and tasting everything I could. A voice in my head was telling me, “He hasn’t showered for days! This is disgusting! Stop it!” but my animal voice, the voice of my dick, was screaming, “He hasn’t showered for DAYS! Keep scrubbing your face with it.

“If you’re gonna act like this, I’m not gonna say sorry when I fart in your mouth,” He laughed, still keeping a hushed voice. If Alex woke up and saw this, I would be mortified. But at the time that was in the far, far back of my mind. I kissed his butthole

PERPERPEPTEPETPETPE

This was filthy. I kept going for another few minutes. I heard Mike moan, “I’m sorry dude, I’m gonna cum soon,” another gasp, “I don’t want to make a mess on your couch,”

I understood. I stopped licking his ass and felt the harness loosen. He turned around, his throbbing cock almost smacking me in the face. I had my mouth open wide. He was pumping it now, but was going too slowly. I grabbed his hand, pulled it off, and lunged my head forward to swallow his dick whole. My nose jammed into his blond pubes.

“Fuck!” He gasped.

He started humping my face, pushing my head into the back of the couch. I was making vulgar noises as his dick head poked my throat. Pulling back I could feel all of my drool covering the length of his shaft. My balls were swelling at the image of this strong guy face fucking me so viciously.

Finally, he pushed deep into my throat, his pelvis pushing my head into the back of the couch, his hands clawing at my scalp, I felt like my head was going to pop from the pressure. I tried looking up but his head was thrown back, and he brought one of his hands up to bite it. My tongue was scrubbing furiously on his shaft.

He exploded down my throat.

After I swallowed his load, I heard him let out several gasps, repressing all of his moans. His nails dug deeper into my head because I didn’t stop sucking and running my tongue on his dick, which was slowly getting softer. He was breathing heavily. I shook my head a little, running my nose along his fragrant pubes.

“Dude,” he gasped. I thought he would continue. He didn’t.

Then, he pulled out of my mouth. I swallowed some air. As he was flipping around, he said, “Get back in my ass.” He didn’t need to tighten the harness this time.

It was so hot and sweaty, I was shaking. This is what he smelt like when he was horny. He was sweating because of me. His voice was a little shaky,

“I won’t stop farting,”

He pushed his cheeks down onto my face and let out a small puff of gas. I sniffed it up, greedy.

After a few more musky farts, I was starting to get dizzy, and I was on the edge of cumming. I heard Mike say, “Don’t worry, I’ve got hours of gas for you.” That threw me over the edge. After I came, the dizzying pleasure, and the fact that I was only breathing in fart gas, helped me pass out. Again, with my face between Mike’s cheeks.

…

The next day, in the afternoon, I was shaking while lying down in my bed, thinking about everything I’ve done.

When I woke up that morning, I was beyond embarrassed for how I acted. And how I did all of those nasty things with my brother’s best friend. Mike woke up and let me out of the harness, laughing, he muttered,

“That was so weird, dude,” His smile was golden, “But that was the best head I’ve ever gotten!”

Even when I felt mortified, I couldn’t help but also feel my heart leap at that. I asked, “Please don’t tell any of the guys.”

“About what, that you sucked me off or that you like farts…a lot more than a normal person should.” He wasn’t being mean. His smile was teasing.

“Either.” I shook my head, “Both. Neither. Don’t tell them anything.”

“Don’t worry, Chris, I won’t” he rustled my hair playfully before getting off the couch to go get ready with Alex. That was the first time someone called me by my actual name in, what felt like, forever. I was blushing.

I was still blushing, in bed. Thinking of the way Mike looked at me, talked to me, how he used me last night…this seemed more than just keeping me as his “slave” like the bet said…

The way he smiled at me…does Mike like me?

Probably not. He didn’t seem gay, he’s always talking about girls with Alex. But I’ve been turning him on over and over again…no, I’m being stupid. He’s just being nice, while getting me to blow him.

But he knows how much I’m starting to love my “torture”. Sure he said he wouldn’t tell anyone else, but how can I trust him?

But at the same time my dick was getting stiff at the thought of spending my night with all of their gassy butts. I stared at the clock. I just needed to calm down, maybe take a cold shower. I had to act like I hated every second of fart sniffing.

That didn’t keep me from waiting for them on the couch, though.

…

7 pm rolled by, and then I heard footsteps at the door. Why were they out so long? The door opened, and my heart started pounding. I heard some group laughter, then, Luke’s voice breaking through the house with a scream, “FART BOY, WHERE ARE YOU?!” He stomped into the living room; white t-shirt and red basketball shorts. Our eyes met. “There you are,” Another evil smirk. He walked over to me. I gulped. He turned around, his basketball shorts tugging at his butt cheeks, and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in.

I groaned, pretending to try and pull away, but even if I was sincere he was too strong to fight off. His ass reeked of sweat. He yelled, “Guys, get in here!” then, to me, “I’ve been holding this one in for two hours, I hope you’re hungry!” then, yelling again, “Guys, hurry up, I’m about to burst!!!”

What happened to this guy that he grew up to be such a sadist? I didn’t care. I had to cover up my pitched tent.

I heard footsteps, the first reaction laughs, and then Luke said, “Fire in the hole!”

PEREPRPETPRTPETPRTPRPTperpttrrtssssssssssssssssssrhrhrhehhewwewerewrERPERPEEPREPR…

This was the most ridiculous fart I’ve had to endure yet. From a distance, it sounded like he was just farting a few times, but being up close and personal, I could tell it was just one long, heavy fart that was going up and down in volume. From giant blasts to seeping gas, even with my newfound love of farts, I started gagging and coughing. With his typical vulgar sigh, he said, “Wait, there’s still more, there’s still a lot more,”

prrrrrerehrerhERHERHETRPTRPTRPTRPEER

The thick gas cloud was stuck between his cheeks and all over my face in a heavy hot moist funk that also amplified his already stinking ass sweat. I kept gagging, pretending to resist, my dick was now throbbing. This was incredible!

Finally, the gas subsided. I kept sniffing up like a dog. At this point I could hear the rest of the guys were doubling over in a fit of giggles. Then, Luke shouted again, “WAIT, WAIT,” a grunt, and

PPRPTRPTREPRTPERPRTEPREPTERP

The guys went back to howling. He smelt like he needed to go to the doctor’s.

“Luke, stop!” My brother was laughing so hard, he was wheezing, “You’re gonna kill him!!!”

Luke was wiggling his hips back and fourth, wiping his ass with my face, “He’s fine, he’s just doing his job.”

I didn’t feel embarrassed to do this stuff anymore. I vacuumed up the last of his gas, feeling light headed. Even though he was sighing after relieving himself all over my face,

Luke was still having fun grinding his sweaty ass on my face, and he didn’t let my head go. I quietly sniffed up his scent.

Then, Connor’s voice came in, “Hey, move over dude, you just gave me a great idea!” Luke let me go, and I got a moment of fresh air before Connor stepped over and bent over in front of me. His giant ass looked gorgeous in his black shorts,

“You know motor boating?” He asked, looking back at me, “Where a guy shakes his face in a girl’s boobs?”

“Yeah?”

He shocked me by pulling his shorts down. Along with his underwear.

“Motorboat my ass cheeks, Fart Boy!”

More laughter. My heat was pounding. I brought my face towards his smooth butt cheeks, pressed in just a little. I could smell the sweat from the day’s practice. I motor boated them. The guys were cackling in the background, but by aggravating his cheeks like this, the smell of his crack grew stronger. I kept at it. He spat out a small fart,

PPREPRPE

I stopped and sniffed it up.

“Thank my ass for that gift, Fart Boy!”

I looked at the beautiful globes in front of me, “Thank you, Connor’s butt, for that fart,” I actually meant it.

“Now,” He pulled his cheeks apart and bared his naked pink hole at me, “Give it a kiss!”

At this point, I could see that Danny was crying. These jokes would NEVER get old with these guys. I puckered up and kissed his rosebud. I couldn’t believe I was kissing the quarterback’s butt hole! I had to grab onto my shorts to keep my hands from shaking. I prayed for a fart that never came.

“Alright, leave him alone,” Alex wiped a tear from his cheek. He left the room for a moment.

Mike told me, “We went and got Qdoba after practice.” He was smirking, in his teasy way, “I made sure to get extra queso blanco. That stuff gets my guts rolling.” Then, he winked at me.

…What was that for? Is he teasing me or is he genuinely trying to please me? I started to sweat.

Alex came back in, holding his underwear, THE underwear that STILL hadn’t been cleaned. He stepped up to me and said,

“Fart Boy, I think of you like a superhero. You can sniff all the farts you want without throwing up, and you can kiss more ass than is humanly possible. Every hero deserves a costume, and so I’ve got yours!” He held up the underwear.

Then, for everyone else’s information, he said, “This underwear has been soaking up all of my ass crack and ball sack sweat for over a week. And I think it deserves a new owner. Get on your knees.”

I got off the couch and did as he said. I looked up; his cruel smile flashed at me. Then, he pulled the underwear down over my face. He positioned it so I could look out through the leg holes, but also so that the part of the fabric that was usually over his butt hole was stretching over my nose. And boy they really did stink.

I noticed Riley and Felix were taking pictures with their phones. Riley walked over and shoved his phone in my face,

“That’s what you look like, Fart Boy!”

I saw myself, with pathetic sad eyes, as if this were the worst moment of my life. I was starting to realize what Alex meant by superhero. At least, my view of it: he just said it as a joke. But he didn’t realize that he was right: I am like Superman. Clark Kent doesn’t pretend to be Superman, Superman pretends to be Clark Kent. And like Superman, I realized that I’ve just been pretending to be Chris my whole life. Now, I know that I really am just Fart Boy: I love farts, I love being smothered by butts.

If I kept up pretending to be humiliated, maybe they’ll be meaner to me.

I looked around at the circle of evil smiles, from the hottest guys at school. My balls were sore.

…

The longer this week went on, the more and more creative these guys were getting with their humiliation tactics.

For one, they would have the TV on, but no one was paying attention to it. They were taking turns using my nose as a fart dump. I don’t know what Felix had at Qdoba, but he was especially flatulent that evening.

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Sick, obnoxious, airy farts were sputtering out of his ass. He chucked, laying down on the bean bag, I was face first between his cheeks, sucking it up. I still had Alex’s underwear on, so all of these guy’s farts were being amplified through the already stinky briefs. Felix sighed, “Don’t forget to say thank you,”

That was another thing the group picked up: the thank you’s. Now, they expected me to thank their butts or their butt holes every time there was a fart. And they expected kisses. I felt a wet spot of precum in my underwear while I planted kisses on Felix’s butt.

“Wait, Fart Boy, I got something for you,” Danny came and stood over Felix, his butt in my face. He grabbed me by my neck and pulled me up into his underwear-clad ass, “Open wide!”

That was another thing these guys started to love saying, “Eat my fart!”. I had to let them fart into my open mouth and I had to pretend to chew and swallow it, letting out an exaggerated gulp.

PERPEPREPEPREPWPERWEWRWERWW

“Aw, that was wet,” Danny chuckled while I gagged, because it did sound gross, “Ugh, that was really wet. Eat that nasty fart,” I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed.

At one point, Alex had another ‘fun’ idea. He made me get on the floor on my knees, and got Danny and Luke to press their butts on either side of my head, then Connor on the back of my head, and, of all people, Mike’s butt on my face. The four butts squeezed, my head stuck in the middle of them all, and my brother said,

“I call this, a Fart Bukkake” a bunch of snickers at the name alone, “Alright gentlemen, get ready, get set,”

I could feel the heat off of the four butts all over my head. My face was flushed.

They chanted together, “3, 2, 1!!!”

The vibrations rattled my skull.

This was torture for a different reason: my dick was begging for relief.

“Alex, can I please have a break,” I begged, “I’m feeling sick,”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes, “you can have 15 minutes. But when you’re done, you have to kiss my ass, 50 times on each cheek. And then 50 times on the hole!”

150 kisses? That was excessive. But I didn’t care; I needed to jerk off.

…

I was in bed, yanking at my dick, breathing heavy. On the one hand, I felt weird about the fact that this turned me on so much, but on the other hand, my dick was finally happy. I kept going at it.

The door pushed open. My heart stopped for a second and I threw my blanket over me, and pretended to look at something on my computer.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” it was Mike. Damn lock never works.

“What do you want,”

He closed the door, “I wanted to talk about last night.”

My dick was leaking under the blanket. My face was burning, “You didn’t tell them anything, did you?”

“No, and I’m not gonna,” He smiled again, “Take those dumb briefs off your head!”

I giggled out some nerves and pulled them off.

Before I could ask more, he continued, “You’ve been doing so much for me, and I feel like I haven’t done anything for you,”

My throat was dry. First off, it was one thing to think ‘you help me by feeding me your farts’ and another thing to say it. Secondly, where the hell was he going with this?

“What do you mean?”

He sat on the bed next to me, dangerously close to my hidden boner. …wait, why is he sitting here like this? He was still smiling,

“Do you like me?”

I gulped, “What, do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes, “Ok, grade school version: do you like like me?”

I couldn’t help but shake. I didn’t know how to answer.

Then, he did something that completely destroyed my mind. He leaned in with closed eyes and kissed me. I let out a shocked moan, and he started to suck on my lips. My heart was two seconds from tearing in half; I melted into his lips also.

He pulled away and hopped up on the bed, on his hands and knees, facing away from me.

He wiggled his butt in my face. What the hell is going on??!?!?!

Then, he pressed back into my face; again, I was buried into his blue basketball shorts. He let out a small puff of gas, and a little more that seeped out quietly. Like I was hypnotized, I sniffed them deeply.

My heart stopped again when I felt him pull the blanket away, and my dick was exposed.

But then, he did the second thing that helped destroy my mind.

I felt his tongue lap at my shaft.

Is this a dream?

Have I gone insane?

Alex’s friend

Fellow football player,

Was on all fours on my bed,

AFTER making out with me,

And pressing his giant butt into my face

And FARTING on me

While he licked up and down my dick.

This had to be a hallucination. A hallucination that drools a lot.

But my mind couldn’t fight against the animal in me, the Fart Boy in me, and I happily sucked up his gas and butt stench. I felt him try and take my dick into his mouth a few times, but he kept gagging.

No surprise, I came immediately. My eyes rolled back, I moaned into his butt cheeks. I felt like I could sink into them and disappear.

Mike chuckled, “Sorry, I’ve never done this before,” my cum had hit my bare stomach. I felt him lap up the cum, his wet tongue tickling my skin, my face still wedged up his butt.

He got off of me and turned around. I saw that he was hard.

I wanted to ask him so many questions. But my brain was fuzzy from everything that just happened. Instead, he just told me, “You’ve earned that, and more.”

And with another wink, he left the room.

The Bet - Chapter 6

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is fictional, 18+, and nasty

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fartboy begins to enjoy his new position

…

I was able to calm down, after a while. That could also be because having little to breath other than Luke’s chocolate milk-deviled egg-ice cream-cheese pizza farts all night was making me feel weak and sick. But also I tried to look at the bright side, if one could be found; I had my face buried in another hot ass, from this cute, older jock. At school, I couldn’t imagine getting a hot upperclassman to hook up with, let alone a boyfriend. But I’ve got to be so close with guys from the football team. If it weren’t for all the farts, this week would be the best of my life.

Even with the farts, I was able to enjoy it.

By morning, I wasn’t so disgusted by Luke’s butt. I slowly breathed in, and out, taking in his musky scent. His hair tickled my nose. I smiled.

He shifted a bit and brought his leg up, bending his knee. I grabbed onto his hip, knowing what to expect at this point,

PPPERPEPREPREPRRPRREPRT

His morning fart sputtered all over my face in it’s thick eggy warmth. I sniffed it all up without pausing, even though they were gross. It’s getting easier and easier for me to sniff a fart without gagging.

“Hey, you up?” He asked me. I mumbled in his butt. He got up on his elbows and turned around. I looked up, past the top of his butt cheeks and the back of the harness, and was able to see him looking over his bare shoulder down at me. He was a nasty pig, but his eyes were kind of dreamy.

“Can,” His lip trembled a bit, “Can you lick my asshole again? Please?”

I started to groan, and slowly shook my head no.

“I swear to God I won’t fart on you during, if you do this for me.” His puppy eyes were begging.

I guessed butt licking felt nice, like when I suck on Mike’s and Alex’s balls. He probably wanted to masturbate. I stuck my tongue out and started rubbing it around and against his hole. He shuddered above me. I kept going; it wasn’t as bad as last night. I winced because that meant I had licked off his earlier sweat and grime. I’m sure my breath reeked of butts. But I didn’t really care anymore; the only people I’ve seen this week are the ones who already know I’m Fart Boy, and they’d expect my breath to smell like it.

Luke gasped, “Ugh, that feels so good…” I could feel him pump at his dick, “I’ve seen girls do this in porn, and I always thought it’d be hot, but my girlfriend won’t do it. She thinks I’m gross for bringing it up. She probably doesn’t want to because of how gassy I always get…” he gasped again, and started pressing his butt back into my face, grinding it on my busy tongue. I kept licking for several minutes. His butthole was so relaxed, that my tongue was able to slip into it. The idea made me feel really dirty, but actually sticking my tongue up his butt wasn’t that bad. It didn’t taste worse than his butt crack the night before.

“Fuck…” he was muttering under his breath. He started bouncing on my tongue a little, sliding his hole over it. A week ago, if someone told me I’d be shoving my tongue up one of Alex’s friend’s butthole, I’d probably puke. Now, I felt my own dick get hard.

After a bit of that, I could feel his butthole clench over my tongue. He stopped bouncing and was breathing heavy. I knew he came…because of me. I hadn’t felt this much pride since I made Mike cum in my mouth.

“Dude,” He said after a long bit of silence, “You’re the best.”

Despite my situation, I felt my face blush.

…

Luke let me out so he could get ready with Alex. They both had to go back out for another day of practice.

Oh his way out, Alex came up to me and said, “There’s a bit of left over pizza in the fridge for lunch. Or you can make a sandwich or something. Anyway, I’ll be back about same time as yesterday. The same guys wanna come over.”

“Again?” I whined, but I was intrigued.

“Yeah, they all love you, Fart Boy!” Alex laughed, “Something about ripping ass all over a whimpy kid’s face is enough to brighten any guy’s day. Speaking of which,” He stepped closer and turned around. Luke brought up his hand, “Wait!”

He came up to us, whispered something into Alex’s ear. They chuckled, sneakily, and turned to me with their cruel-idea eyes. I was nervous, but what they did wasn’t too bad. Alex made me get on my knees, then he walked around. I felt him press his butt against the back of my head. Luke turned around in front of me, and backed his butt up until it was pressed against my face. I heard them both count down,

“Three, two, one!”

PPERPERPERPEPRERPTRTRPPERPET PPPTRTRTRERYTPPRPTPTP

The farted all over my head in unison. No surprise Luke’s was longer, probably why he wanted to go in front. They left me in a daze of their gas cloud and drove off. I had another boner.

…

I did something that I wouldn’t have ever guessed I’d do before.

I was laying in my bed and looking through Alex’s year book, jerking off. I was flipping through the pages of the different jock teams; football [where I spotted the six guys who farted on me all of last night], basketball, wrestling, swimming…in all of those, I stayed longer staring at the pictures of their butts. One picture was of a wrestler from behind, his tight singlet was wedging into his crack, and I could see a bit of a dark patch of sweat around it. I fantasized about getting him to fart on me, and I came.

What was happening to me? Did I really cum to face-fart fantasies? Something had to be wrong with me…

A while later, I flipped through the book again, my dick in hand.

…

That night was similar to the night before. Except this time, they all had tacos. I sat off to the side, pretending that I was nervous and upset, but on the inside, I was anxious to get close to these guys. They sat around the living room, eating their Mexican food, some of them had beers that was probably stolen from their dad’s fridge. That or someone has an older brother that buys this stuff for them. Riley was giving me a dirty look, and said, “I hope you’re ready, Fart Fag, cuz now my guts are brewing with beer and nachos, and I made sure not to shower today.”

“Don’t call my brother a fag,” Alex spat sternly, “And don’t make me remind you more than once.”

Riley backed down. Despite being a bit turned on by these guys, I really didn’t want to give him any kind of pleasure. Even Luke was tolerable compared to Riley, just because Luke was at least nice to me this morning. Then again, he does take some kind of cruel joy in ripping his awful gas up my nose.

Alex sat down next to me, and spoke up, “Whelp, I was hoping we would have some more fun and games, but the guys are tiered after practice.” Games? What did he have planned?

Mike spoke up, “Yeah, fucking coach made us run bleachers five times. Bullshit.”

Alex continued, “So we thought we’d tone it down a bit, and just use you as a couch cushion. But I have a fun game idea for later!”

Didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant. I didn’t fight Connor as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me off the couch, just enough so my head was resting on the seat. Then, all of the guys dropped their pants, so again, they were in their underwear before me. I recognized they were wearing the same ones they had on the other day. They were really getting used to the idea of torturing me like this.

Alex sat down first, nearly full weight on my face. It was so stuffy under his hot and sweaty cheeks, and the fact that he was still wearing the same dirty underwear made the smell stronger. He positioned himself a bit, making sure I could still breathe, even though all I could breathe were his ass fumes. He boomed above me,

“We’ll switch off after every episode.” And I heard them watch some show, “And remember; None of us want to sniff any of our farts; if you

They were watching TV, chatting about random stuff, while I had to suffer quietly under the full weight of my brother’s dirty butt. Luckily, he didn’t fart much, but each fart he let out was kind of rough when it was concentrated on my nose like this.

After that he got up, and Connor took his place, his black boxer briefs were tightly stretched over his butt as he slowly sat onto my face. His ass was huge, and full of fresh sweat from practice, and his big cheeks folded over me and I slid up his crack. I knew I had a bit of a chubby going on, but I couldn’t help it. I was starting to like the stench of sweaty man ass. He only farted once, but like the other day, it was a very heavy load of gas, that felt thick thanks to the moisture in his crack. I sniffed it up.

Another episode went by, and so I had to say goodbye to Connor’s butt, and hello to Felix’s. I remembered how strong his gas was the other day; I could feel his butt hairs poke my face through his briefs. I closed my eyes, while he spent the next half hour letting out several smaller farts. They puffed against my nose, stinking strongly of cheese and beans. I went to work snorting them all up.

Once the next episode was over, Felix got off and Danny walked up to me. He was in his boxers, and he didn’t take as much care as the others when sitting down. His butt was pretty rough smelling, and even though he didn’t fart during the half hour, the scent was strong enough that I was feeling dizzy.

The polar opposite came my way after the next episode was finished; Luke. I was reunited with his grey boxer briefs, only I could see they were tinted yellow with sweat stains. His butt cheeks sagged over the sides of my face, and his crack smelt just as bad as the other day. I should have been grossed out, but I could feel my dick throbbing in my shorts. I repositioned so no one would notice. I couldn’t tell if it worked or not because I was blinded by Luke’s butt. No surprise, he let out a dozen gross farts on my nose. I sniffed them up anyway, tears running out of my eyes. I didn’t understand how someone could have gas this bad. It couldn’t just be lactose intolerance, could it? He had to have IBS or something, because this was ridiculous.

Mercifully he stood up, and Riley sat his butt onto my nose. Sure, his butt stunk from sweaty practice, and sure, his farts were strong up close, and from the beer and nachos mix, but they were so tame compared to Luke’s demonic fart hole. I breathed in Riley’s gas heavily, with ease. If he was hoping to gross me out today, I was happy to say the odds were against him.

Finally, I was glad the best was saved for last, Mike’s giant body rested on top of my face, which was snug up in his sweaty butt. Even when he didn’t fart, I sniffed deeply. I made sure each sniff was quiet though. He always had just the right amount of musk, compared to the others, and his figure was great. I couldn’t say anything to him without creeping him out, but I wished he would take his undies off. I wanted to rim him, the same way I rimmed Luke. Then, he farted a few times, and I ate them up happily. Or, at least I tried to be happy about it. No matter how hot I thought he was, it would take a lot of effort to ignore the gross stench of his butt funk.

They turned their mini marathon off after Mike got up. I hadn’t even been thinking about it, but I just realized I’d spent over three hours under their sweaty, farting butts. I was more turned on than I thought I would be. Didn’t these same guys make me want to throw up yesterday? What is happening inside my brain?!

“Get on your knees, Fart Boy,” Alex pulled me off the couch. I felt lightheaded from the sudden shift, but did what he said. The guys stood around me in a circle.

“So, this is the game I thought up earlier,” Alex smirked. He brought his sweat towel over and tied it around my eyes, blindfolding me, “If you can guess who’s butt you’re sniffing, and get everyone right, you win!”

“What do I win?” I asked.

“I don’t know, haven’t thought it yet…”

I heard shifting around me, and then I felt one of their butts press into my face. I brought my hands up and felt the cheeks; they were pretty big. I heard the other guys stifle giggles. His crack was thick with sweat. I kept sniffing, trying to remember who this could be. I felt his butthole push on my nose and he ripped another big fart,

PPERPEPREPREPREPR

More stifled laughter. I sniffed it up. It was really thick, very moist, but not too smelly. I knew who it was,

“Connor.”

The guys around me let out their laughs, and I heard a couple of cheers. Connor said, “I think he’s been spending too much time in our asses if he can recognize us just by farts.”

“Just trying to show off Fart Boy’s talents,” I heard Alex laugh.

Another butt pressed into my face. Smaller, not as sweaty. Still some musk. I sniffed it up, trying to place it. After just being in his butt for three seconds, I could feel him pushing on my face. He was even grunting. Whoever it was really, really wanted to make me suffer, from his point of view. His fart growled,

PPPREPREPR

Not that big, but dense, it vibrated on my nose. More giggles. It reeked of bitter cheese. From beer and nachos?

“Riley?”

More laughter, some clapping. Riley got off of me and said, “I can’t believe you can tell us apart,” he sounded grossed out. I don’t know what I did to make Riley hate me so much.

A new butt greeted me. I could feel the material of boxer shorts. I knew who it was, before even having to smell him, but it’d be embarrassing if I showed how well I knew these guy’s butts apart. They were already finding it funny enough that they’ll probably tease me about it. Something in me really wanted to win this, just to feel like I’m somehow winning during all of this.

He didn’t fart, nor did he try to, I sniffed his musk, grabbed his cheeks like I was judging them, heard a few more giggles…I knew I was getting another boner from all of this.

“Danny”

“Correctamundo,” He cheered. I heard a few impressed murmurs. I don’t know why they’d think this was so hard, I spent a half an hour in each of their butts today alone; my memory’s not that bad.

The next butt that smothered me stunk real bad…because it was in the dirtiest briefs of the bunch. I spent way too much time in his butt to NOT know who it was, but again, I had to pretend. I sniffed a bit, felt his cheeks, waited for the expected fart,

PEPREPREPRPERPPTRPTEPRPTRT

To buzz on my nose. I sniffed it up, pretended to think a bit, then said,

“Alex.”

More clapping and cheers. I heard Alex tell them, “He knows my ass better than any of yours.”

Another butt enveloped my face. Butt hairs poked my cheeks, and he let out a little

PPPREuff

Of gas. Cheesy and beany. This one was also a no brainer.

“Felix.”

Laughter. I forgot to stall this time, so everyone knew I ID’d him in two seconds. I felt my face burn.

“What can I say,” He chuckled in a bragging tone, “My ass is iconic.”

The next butt to smother me was also pretty big. I brought my hands up to feel it, and immediately I knew it belonged to Mike. I kept rubbing it, sniffing, going “Hmmm…” as if I didn’t know. I was waiting for him to fart on me. My palms were cold. He let out a decent fart,

PPEREPREPREPTEPR

That I sniffed up deeply. Pure man musk. I kept myself from sighing in delight. I don’t understand what had happened to me. Before, I was disgusted by the idea of sniffing farts and ass…but something about it’s starting to turn me on.

“Mike.”

More cheering. “I knew he’d get me,” Mike said. Sounded like a verbal wink.

That only left Luke, so I was ready to get up. I’d won the game. But then, I felt his butt press against me, and I started to panic,

“Luke,”

His hand held the back of my head, and he started grinding his sweaty cheeks against my face.

“LUKE! This is LUKE”S BUTT!!!”

“You’re right!” His hands clawed at the back of my head and I felt him push. The others were laughing before it even happened,

PERPPREPREPTEPTEPTRPEPTRPETPERPTRPETERP

They fell into hysterics. I gagged on his awful gas, but he wouldn’t let go, so I sniffed it up loudly. He let out a vulgar sigh, “Held that one in just for you, Fart Boy. Thank me.”

“Thank you, Luke,” I mumbled. “No, thank his asshole,” I heard Alex say, which sparked more laughter, “And do it louder!”

My face was burning. I couldn’t believe he was making me do this, again, in front of all of his friends.

“Thank you, Luke’s asshole.”

“You’re welcome.” Luke let me go. I yanked the blindfold off, and saw tears in a few of the guy’s eyes. Connor doubled over on the ground.

“Alright, I got them all, what do I win?”

Alex smiled, “You get to choose which one of the guys gets to sleep over and use you as their personal Fart Boy.”

“…oh,” I felt my heart race, because I didn’t have to think about who I would choose.

…

Déjà vu, I was laying on the couch, harnessed in with my face between two giant, hairy butt cheeks. Only, this time, it was Mike. My dick was throbbing in my shorts, but I knew he didn’t sleep yet.

“Hey Fart Boy,” He giggled, “I got something for ya,”

He grunted and spat out another fart onto my nose. I sniffed it up. The sweat on his cheeks was mixing with my face sweat. It was so hot in this living room.

A few minutes later, I felt the harness loosen. He pulled away from my face, and turned around. I was face-to-face with his slowly rising dick and balls. I was able to see it much better than the night of the Dutch Oven, and I looked at all of his curly hairs. I could barely breath.

“Hey,” His voice was a little shaky, “You remember when I stayed over the other night?”

I nodded quickly.

“…do you,” he struggled, “do you wanna do it again?”

I nodded quickly, and opened my mouth wide. He stuck his dick into it, and slowly started to hump my face, his dick getting bigger and bigger as it slid over my tongue. I felt myself drooling out of the side of my mouth. I started licking and sucking, feeling it press into the back of my throat. I wanted to swallow it.

“Oh fuck…” he muttered, when my lips got all the way to the base of his shaft. His hairs tickled my nose, and they smelled sweaty. His scent…

His big paws clenched onto my head, my hair brushing between his fingers, he kept muttering, “Oh my god…holy fuck,”

A few minutes later, I felt him spit into my throat. I swallowed it all, and kept rubbing my tongue on his shaft until it stopped pumping.

He laid there, breathing heavily, getting slower over time. I felt his dick soften in my mouth.

“That was great, thanks,” He rubbed my head. My heart fluttered again. He added, “You don’t have to sleep in my ass if you don’t want to.”

My stomach felt cold, “I don’t mind.”

A pause. A cold sweat on my brow. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that?

But he turned around, back to his original position, and tightened the harness. I was pulled face first into his crack. I breathed in heavily, the strong funk of his ass crack. My head was spinning from all of this, and before I knew it, I felt my tongue poke out of my mouth and graze the inside of his crack. He shuttered,

“What are you,” then he stopped talking when the tip of my tongue found his butthole.

He didn’t say anything. I kept licking around it. He was breathing heavy again, and he pushed back against my face. He bent his knees a bit, and brought his legs up. His hole opened a little more. Without any more invitation, I jammed my tongue straight up his asshole.

I came in my underwear without touching myself.

The Bet - Chapter 5

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is 18+ and involves gross fetishes, ya know the drill

…

Fartboy has to deal with the embarrassment and stink of six jock asses

…

Alex spent the rest of the night on the couch and didn’t let me out of the harness once. I was softly crying into his butt, trying to get him to let me out so we could talk about his plan. There were over 40 guys on his football team, and the thought of my face being pressed into their hairy, sweaty butts after a mid-summer practice made me feel sick. I tried to calm down: there was no way he’d invite that many guys over. But how many would he? Just his close friends? No more than a dozen, then.

During his movie, Alex chowed down on the pizza. I groaned because I knew that meant a really stinky night for me was planned.

Once it was late, Alex finally undid the harness and let me out of his butt. I started coughing, gulping down as much fresh air as I could. My face felt dirty from being covered by a day’s worth of butt sweat.

“Alex,” I coughed, “You can’t bring your friends over,”

“I already invited them.” He smirked, “Don’t worry, I only told six.”

“SIX?”

“Well, just five. Mike’s coming over, and you know he already knows.”

Mike was going to be there? Maybe it won’t be so bad…no wait what am I thinking?

“This isn’t fair!” I raised my voice, “I’m only doing all of this so you won’t show the vid to you friends, what’s the point of doing this if you’re going to have them over anyway?!”

“Because my bros and I trust each other.” He shrugged, “I told them not to tell anyone else, and they’ll respect it. You should be more afraid of the guys I know who will tell everybody they can. Those are the guys who will shout ‘Fart Boy’ at you in the street. You really want that name to stick with you in this town?”

He let me have the rest of the pizza, “Besides; you’re gonna have seven farting asses all over you tomorrow night; you should be happy!”

…

We brushed our teeth and got into his bed. As per usual, I sucked him off. To be honest, the more often I did it, the less and less I minded. I kind of wished he made me keep my mouth over his dick and balls all day, instead of over his farty butthole. There’s no point in complaining anymore. I swallowed his cum, and he turned onto his belly so I could go back into the harness. I sighed, and snuggled back into it.

I didn’t get much sleep that night. His butt kept leaking silent and deadly gas. That pizza really was tearing up his insides. But like a mindless robot, I sniffed them all up. As gross as they smelt, I started to realize that I was getting used to my brother’s farts. I feel sick saying it, but despite the heat and sweat, his butt was comfy. And now that I’m used to the smell, I didn’t mind also sniffing each fart. I felt really dirty thinking about how easily I’ve fallen into the role of Fart Boy.

But I wish Alex would just keep me to himself so it wouldn’t be bad. It’s embarrassing to be his fart sniffing slave, but it’s worse the more and more of his friends find out. First Mike, then Pete the delivery boy, and tomorrow, five more guys.

…

I woke up before Alex; his butt cheeks felt so hot pressed up against my face. His underwear was stinking worse and worse with each passing day. I waited patiently for him to wake up so I could sniff his morning gas and get it out of the way. He shifted, and I heard his guts gurgle. I grabbed his leg and shut my eyes, bracing for impact again.

PRRRRRRRERRERETRTERETPPPERPT

I sniffed right as it started and didn’t stop until all of the smell was gone.

“You’re getting better and better at this.” He laughed.

He played around on his phone for a bit, giving me more farts to sniff, and eventually got up. I crawled behind him, the familiar sensation of his cheeks grinding and wiggling my face with each step, until he got to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, and spoke down to me,

“Ok, Fart Boy, since I need to get ready and get going you’ll have most of the day off. We’ll come back here around 4 or 5, and I’ll let you know when the fun begins.” He lifted his leg and pushed out another fart. I sucked it up my nose immediately. He rubbed my hair and said, “It’s gonna be a blast.”

…

I tried to relax in my room, tried to read, watch TV, do anything to get my mind off of what was coming…but my stomach was cold. I was cringing at how humiliating it will be to let a bunch of guys fart on my face. And it’ll be after hours of practicing in the sun. The sweat…the stink…not to mention that I was sure Alex would have come up with some other humiliating games to play. He’ll probably make me play in some butt kissing contest or something. Or he’d try to see how many butts could fart on my head at once.

But I remembered that Mike would be there. I thought about his hot back, his cute face, and how good it felt to be buried in his giant but. I started playing with my dick, thinking about how good his butthole smelt.

What’s wrong with me??

…

Before I knew it, it was 4 o’clock. Just as Alex promised, I heard a car pull up into our driveway. My body was tense, and while hearing all of the feet stomp and bags drop in our living room, I cringed waiting for Alex to call me out there.

But after ten minutes, nothing happened. I heard them all chatting and laughing, and the TV was on. I knew none of them would just forget about me. But why didn’t Alex make me come out? Maybe he’s doing this on purpose, hoping I would come out on my own and ask if he needed me, to show everyone how “eager” I was to smell their butts and farts. I wouldn’t come out. I stayed on my bed, and tried to read my book.

After another hour, the doorbell rang. I peeked through the curtains and saw it was a different pizza guy, but still from Pizza Castle. Two large pizzas, and four two liters of pop. My stomach grumbled, but going out and asking for pizza would bring attention to me.

A few minutes later, Alex opened the door; he was in a t-shirt and basketball shorts, with his black crew socks, “Hey dude, pizza’s here if you want some. Also, Danny brought some special snacks for us.” Special snacks?

I knew getting up probably meant the beginning of the end for my nose. But what was the point of hiding away acting like I could avoid it? I slinked off of my bed and dragged my feet out to the kitchen.

The pizza was on the kitchen table, and next to it was a half empty tray of deviled eggs. I groaned. Deviled eggs and pizza? They just wanted to torture me. The living room was full of the other football players. They were all wearing t-shirts and basketball shorts with long socks. I recognized a few of them who’d hung out here before, but there were a couple that were new to me.

“Hey, Fart Dude,” Mike waved. The others giggled. One boy, one of the guys who I’d never seen before, had a cute face; smooth, big round eyes, long brown hair, and a cute goofy nose. But he glared at me with an evil smile. I didn’t like that.

“Ok, first, let me introduce you to my friends.” Alex gestured to Mike, “You already know the big man himself, over there is Luke” he pointed to the cute but suspicious guy I just mentioned, “There’s Danny,” black hair, blue eyes, strong jaw, fit like the others, “and that’s Felix,” who sat in a bean bag, messy black hair, tan skin, “that’s Riley,” reddish brown hair, more brown than Alex’s, “and there’s Connor” I recognized him immediately; he’s the quarterback. Going to Alex’s games, I remember just how big his ass was. I gulped.

Alex then said, “What I was thinking we could do, something that would be fun for everyone, would be to have a farting contest, just to see who has the worst smelling gas. Don’t you think guys?”

Everyone hollered in agreement. My legs were shaking. This was going to be the most embarrassing day of my life! Alex’s friends would never let me live this down! Are you kidding me? If one of my friends were forced to judge our farting contests, we’d make fun of him forever.

“Hope you’re ready for us, Fart Boy!” Connor stood up and sneered, “I don’t know about the others, but I’ve been eating a ton of greasy food since I found out about this last night. I think I’m gonna win this contest.”

“Think again,” Felix got up, “My parents made enchiladas last night for dinner; I’ve been clenching my ass cheeks all night and day keeping any from getting out” This got a few laughs. My face was turning red.

Mike spoke up, “I think Luke’s probably gonna win,” Luke was still staring at me with his creepy smile. Why was he looking at me like that? He pulled up a carton of chocolate milk, “Yep, I’ve already drank three of these.”

“Aw, dude, no fair!” Danny chirped, “That’s cheating!”

What were they talking about? Alex leaned in and answered, “He’s lactose intolerant.” I felt my heart sink. I had friends who would get unbelievably gassy if they drank milk for the same reason. This was gonna suck.

“Ok,” Alex piped up, “how should we work this…I was thinking we get in a line, and Fart Boy here, our judge, will sniff each of our farts, and in the end he’ll tell us who wins. We should each rip five farts for him to judge on volume and stink.”

“We’ve been running laps for hours,” Connor called out, “All our asses stink!” The boys doubled over in laughter, at his comment, at this whole situation…at me…

“Yeah, but some of our farts’ll smell worse than the others.” Without more ceremony, the guys all stood up and walked toward me. Alex pushed me down onto my knees; his friend stood in a line in front of me, all of them with cruel smiles, some of them holding back more laughter.

“Ok guys,” Alex laughed, “Drop ‘em”

They all turned around and let their shorts fall to their ankles. I was greeted by six underwear-clad butts. Again, I was shaking, but I realized that I felt my dick grow hard. They were about to fart on me…I shouldn’t be turned on! But their jock butts were so toned…

“C’mon,” he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me toward the first butt in line. It was Danny’s. His calves were thick, and covered in black hair. He looked over his shoulder down at me, “Get excited, dude, I made dozens of deviled eggs for us just to give our farts a bit of a kick. And I hate a bunch before I got here” the others started laughing, he added, “I don’t even like them! They give me the worst gas; can’t find any girl who will stand near me.”

My lip trembled. As much as I was being turned on looking at this hot guy’s butt and muscular legs, I didn’t want to have to sniff five deviled egg farts. I felt Alex’s hand push my face toward his butt, and I knew that there was no turning back now. I grabbed onto Danny’s waist and let his cheeks press up against mine. Again, I heard the guys snickering to themselves, and again, I thought, if I were on the outside watching some kid getting his face shoved into a farting butt, I’d probably laugh too. Danny’s ass was hot, but even though I could smell sweat, it didn’t feel sweaty. That was a relief. I heard him grunt, and felt his butthole press on my nose; two things I was way too familiar with by now.

PRRRPERT

His five farts were smaller, not too far in between. But, boy, did they stink. They were very thick and eggy, and even though I’m used to fart smells by now, these were so gross I kept gagging with each one. Of course, Alex held onto my head and kept my face buried in Danny’s butt, making sure I sniffed up every last ounce of fart.

After another minute, Alex pulled me out of there. The other guys were clapping for Danny, he jokingly gave a bow. Alex told me, “You don’t have to give us the score or anything yet, wait until the end to tell us.”

He led me to the next butt. This one belonged to Riley. He wore briefs, and his legs weren’t as large or hairy as Danny’s were. Again, I grabbed onto his hips, and Alex pushed me into the warmth of his butt crack. This one didn’t smell too musky, an odd surprise. I heard him say “I wasn’t thinking and took a shower, so sorry, Fart Boy, I know you like dirty asses over clean ones.” More laughter. Another grunt and push,

PHHEEEEEW

These next five were, mercifully, airy. They made funny noises, with the boys also laughed at, but they didn’t smell much worse than a typical butt. They still stunk, but they were milder than the others. Safe to say that Riley lost this one.

The next butt was Mike’s. My heart was going crazy at this point. The last time I had my face stuffed into Mike’s butt, I was jerking off. The flashbacks were keeping my dick up. He was wearing whitey tighties, and again, I was greeted to his huge butt and beefy thighs. “Don’t worry, Fart Dude, I didn’t shower at all.” More laughter. Alex didn’t need to put in a lot of effort to get my face between those cheeks. Like magnets, my nose found his butthole through his undies, and I sniffed. Making sure to keep quiet. His butt smelled so musky and strong, I pictured him running around in his tight football pants, soaking up all of his sweat. I heard him grunt and my heart fluttered.

PRRRRREERERERERRRTRP

His butthole spat out a really gross fart that buzzed on my nose. I started coughing, but made myself sniff it up. These were also eggy, not as strong as Danny’s, but they were louder and longer. So far, Mike was in the lead.

The next butt belonged to Luke. I wasn’t looking forward to him. He wore tight grey boxer briefs, and his legs were thinner and not as hairy. He laughed, “I’ve been holding my milk and cheesy pizza gas in for the past hour, Fart Boy, you better appreciate it!” Alex pushed my head into his cheeks. Like Mike, I could feel Luke sweating in his underwear as well. His musk was also strong, and I daresay, it also turned me on. But it was a bit much. Stronger than Mikes, in a way that made me feel sick. Too much sweat, too hot, too much stink. I was feeling dizzy. A grunt, a push, and

PPPERPEPREPRPRPRPRRRRRPRPRPRRRRTTTTRTRT

All five of Luke’s farts were gigantic, and each one got a gasp from my brother, and I could hear the other guys cracking up. I heard Connor say, “I feel bad for your bro, Alex, you know how deadly Luke’s ass is!” He was right. The stench was indescribably bad. It had the eggy funk, but the smell of pure sewage was amplified over it. I had to sniff them all up. With each fart, some guy would go “OOoooooH!!!” and I would hear whistles and whoops. After the third fart I felt like I was going to be sick from the stink, and I started pushing against his butt trying to get out. I heard him say, “Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, Fart Boy, we’re not done here.” The last few farts, he would end with a satisfied sigh, letting me know how good it felt to relieve himself all over my face. This was the worst moment of the week so far; having to vacuum all of Luke’s eggy lactose-intolerant mega farts.

When I was finally done, I was pulled out from his ass. The whole room clapped, and he did a sincere bow. I still had three more butts to go through.

“What’s the point?” Felix asked, “I didn’t even have to smell them to know Luke’s won.”

More hoots and laughs. I was feeling sick. But of course they made me continue.

The next butt was Felix’s. His legs were covered in thick black hair, under his tight briefs. Alex pushed me into his butt. Enchiladas for dinner, I recalled. I whimpered a little, because his ass was already pretty rough from practice, but it also smelt unwashed. Like he didn’t wipe nor shower for a while. I gagged at the scent alone, which was just a thick wall of shit fumes. And then,

PPPEPREPREPREPRPRRRRERET

Another gigantic fart. My eyes were watering. I heard the guys around me whoop and laugh. My nose was stinging from the intensity. It smelt pretty disgusting, almost as bad as Luke’s. But I had to keep sniffing. His next farts were much smaller, like he had let out the entirety of his ass cavity in one fart. I was glad though, because I wasn’t sure if I could take five monsters like that one in a row.

I was brought over to Connor’s giant globes, which were pulling at the black boxer briefs that contained them. His thighs were also huge, and like earlier, I couldn’t help but feel my dick twitch at the thought of being close to those hot cheeks. My face slipped into his large crack, and I was a little scared of how big this guy was. I had a feeling his farts would be pretty rough. I wasn’t wrong,

PPERPERPERPERPERRRREERERTRTTETRTR

More giant rippers. All five of his were huge. They didn’t smell too rough, even when combined with his dried sweat and musk from earlier. But they were heavy; I was sucking up pints of gas and started to feel light headed. I kept sniffing, thinking of all of the games I’ve watched Connor play in, thinking of how much sweat collects in his ass crack. I had to hold back a moan.

Finally, I had to judge Alex’s farts. After being assaulted by a whole variety of new and gross butts, I didn’t mind coming back to something familiar. His butt was like a candle compared to the others. I sniffed them up like they were a summer breeze.

“Wow, Alex,” I heard Riley say, “You weren’t kidding when you said he loves sniffing farts. Little fag,”

“Hey,” He yelled back at him, “Don’t talk about my brother like that, I’ll kick your ass!” I was genuinely surprised that Alex was standing up for me like that, even though he’s been playing up how much I “love” the smell of his gas. It made me smile, because, again, even though this was embarrassing and disgusting, Alex had been spending so much more time with me over this.

Then, Alex said, “Alight then, I’m guessing the results are in; Fart Boy will tell us who should be the Fart King!” Some more fake cheers.

Without hesitation, I said, “Luke’s farts were the worst.” Since they were all huge and reeked horribly.

Everyone clapped and cheered, Luke gave a few more bows, blew kisses, laughed. Danny was murmuring “cheater,” to himself.

“Congratulations, Luke, you are our Fart King. Which means you win the grand prize!”

What’s the grand prize?

…

I learned soon after what the grand prize was.

The guys were all laying on their stomachs, watching movies, laughing, eating popcorn. Like the other night with Mike over, I had to hop from butt to butt every time someone needed to fart. Every single fart, no matter how big or small, thick or airy, mild or stinky, would go right up my nose. A few times, one of the guys would hold me down by the back of my neck and scream at me to “eat” their fart, and I’d have to gulp loudly. Because of how often someone farted, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that I had sniffed at least a hundred farts that night. The thought made me feel sick. But unlike the other nights, I wouldn’t stay in a guy’s butt and keep sniffing; I would sniff up their fart, and immediately rush back to press my face into Luke’s dirty disgusting butt.

He kept drinking chocolate milk, and later, Alex gave him a pint of ice cream. I had to sniff up and eat all of his farts, every single huge, awful smelling fart. I cried softly, with every ass explosion that ripped against my little nose. If I had known this would be what the winner gets, I would’ve picked Mike, who I can deal with, or Riley, who was clean and wasn’t gassy.

And, when everyone else went home for the night, Luke slept over. Because he won the contest, he got to sleep over and use me as his fart slave for the night. Alex let him sleep on the couch in the living room, and he gave him Rusty’s harness to strap my face up into his butt.

I was so angry that I had to deal with his nasty butt for a whole night, and I didn’t think it would get any worse, until he asked me, “Hey, Fart Boy, have you heard of a rim job?”

I shoot my head no,

He said, “It’s when you lick someone’s ass. Since you’re my slave, you have to give me one.”

Just the idea of tasting his butt made me gag. I shook my head, violently, in his butt crack, trying to say no.

He just said, “You have to,” and I felt him pull off his underwear over my face. It was hard, because of the harness, but he finally got it to where my face was pressed into his bare, sweaty crack. I started whimpering again, holding back tears. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.

“C’mon,” He gasped, I felt him move around a bit, “I want to feel your tongue up my ass.”

I had no choice. And I guessed that if I did this for him, he would at least put his underwear back on.

I stuck my tongue out. His butt crack hairs felt itchy against my tongue, and the taste was so bitter and salty, I started gagging. He shuttered, “That’s right, you little Fart Boy slut, lick my ass” I didn’t understand why he wanted me to do this. Unless he just loved humiliating me. I kept licking, like a dog, hoping he would be happy with me. The wetness of my saliva combined with his sweat and was smearing uncomfortably on my nose. I felt so dirty, more than the night with Mike, but I kept going on. I heard him gasping and moaning. Finally, his butthole started clenching against my tongue, but no gas came out. He sighed and relaxed a bit. I stopped licking.

“Good job, Fart Boy,” he said. Then he grunted and ripped a monstrous fart. I started screaming into his butt, this one was worse than before, I tried begging him to put his underwear back on, but he didn’t listen.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give you some more!” He laughed.

For the entire night, I was tied up with my face in his bare, hairy, sweaty ass crack, while his asshole pumped gallons of awful gas up my nostrils.

The Bet - Chapter 4

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and includes fetish and kink material like fart sniffing. … Another day in this hell week for Chris, and it’s made worse when Alex reveals a little surprise … A blast from my brother’s ass woke me up. I gagged a bit, not just from the putrid stink, but because the air under the blanket was so thick from farts and the heat. The sweat from their asses and balls also added to the already rough stink. At some point in the night, I rolled onto my back, and the guys shifted away from me a bit so my head wasn’t being squeezed by their butts anymore. Alex was still snoring, so I guess that fart was involuntary. I had no idea what time it was, but the sun coming through the basement window was bright enough…it must have been near 10 am. How many hours have I been stuck in this Dutch oven? I was feeling queasy at this point and had a headache. But then I turned to look at Mike’s butt again. The sunlight through the blankets helped me notice the details of his butt cheeks. There was a little birthmark on the right one. I wanted to kiss it. What’s wrong with me? I’m trapped under the blankets, nothing to breath but my brother’s and Mike’s farts, but I couldn’t help feel so turned on being so close to Mike. I wanted to suck him off again, just to feel the same rush. My underwear was crusty with last nights cum, and my face felt slimy. I’d jerked myself to sleep with my face between Mike’s naked ass cheeks. I felt so dirty, I wanted a shower so bad. After a few more farts seeped out of Mike’s butt, Alex started to shift, then sit up. I heard him yawn. “Dude,” he nudged Mike, “It’s almost 11.” “Shit,” Mike sat up, “I need to go.” “Ready to let Fart Boy out?” Mike laughed, “Man, I feel bad for him. My stomach was gurgling last night, I hope we didn’t kill him.” “That would be kind of funny…I’d write his obituary, ‘Fart Boy: he came, he saw, he sniffed butthole!’” Then the blanket was thrown off me. The light made me wince, but I gasped and sucked in as much fresh air as I could. “FUCK!!!” Mike screamed, jumping out of the bed. He dashed to the bathroom with his hand over his mouth and nose. Alex gagged, “Dear fucking LORD!” He also jumped up and started laughing, “Jeezus that reeks! I didn’t notice just how strong and concentrated all of their gas and sweat funk was down there. I’d been there for so many hours, I’d just gotten used to it. It wasn’t until after a few delicious gulps of clean air did I realize just how disgusting this Dutch oven was. I heard Mike gagging in the bathroom. “Chris, are you ok?” Alex looked down at me with wide eyes. He seemed genuinely concerned. “…yeah,” I nodded slowly. I was feeling a little dizzy from everything. So his smile returned, “Well, get yourself upstairs; today’s a new day for Fart Boy!” It was only day 2… … Mike stayed downstairs, probably getting dressed and getting himself ready to leave. I sat on the couch in the living room, because that’s what Alex told me to do. He was back in our room. I waited for a few minutes, then Alex spun from around the corner in only the filthy underwear and crew socks, a goofy grin on his face, with both hands behind his back. “I’ve got a surprise for you!” He said in a sing-song voice. I didn’t like that; “You know how we have to dogsit Rusty sometimes?” Rusty was our cousin’s giant St. Bernard. I nodded. “Well I found this in our room” He brought one of his hands up, holding a giant black harness, the one we’d use to walk him with, “I guess Renny forgot it here last time.” “Ok…” I started slow, “so?” That grin became wolfish again, and he brought up his other hand; knee pads. I connected the dots, then gulped. “This’ll work so much better than the towel,” He turned around and stepped into the harness, “Crawl over here, Fart Boy.” I didn’t want to spend more time in his butt, but I had no choice anymore. I got off the couch and crawled behind my brother. He handed me the kneepads and I put them on unenthusiastically. “Ok, now bring your head up here,” The harness had a padded section that would go around Rusty’s front legs and belly. That was the section that was behind Alex. In front, Alex was holding the top of the harness, which had the rope to tighten it. I already knew what was going to work. I brought my head up between Alex and the padded part of the harness, facing his butt. He pulled the rope in front to tighten it, and, for what felt like the hundredth time by now, my face was pulled into his smelly butt cheeks. I winced because I was so familiar with the smell of the seat of his underwear by now. I heard Mike’s voice, “Woah dude, is this what you meant by making him crawl around behind you?” My face was burning red. I didn’t want Mike to see me like this! I was so humiliated. “Yep,” Alex rustled my hair, “Fart Boy loves his new home. But it’s not tight enough,” I felt him bend over, my face wedged easily into his butt crack, and I felt him tighten the harness. My face was pulled deeper into his butt, and my nose was starting to feel smashed up in his crack. It started to hurt. I could barely breath! I couldn’t get much air through my mouth or nose; only pure ass fumes. Then he stood up, and my face felt like it was being squeezed by the harness and his butt cheeks. I started to panic, whimpering and breathing rapidly, my hands latching onto his thighs, “Shh, shh,” I felt him rub my head, “I know it’s a tight fit, but I don’t want to catch a whiff of any of my farts; that’s your job. Just breath slowly, you’ll be fine.” Mike whistled, “I feel bad for Fart Dude. I couldn’t do this shit; I nearly puked from opening that Dutch oven…” “Don’t feel bad,” Alex was grabbing onto my hair, then he grunted and I felt another gross fart putter on my nose. At least it was short, “He loves it.” I sniffed it up. … After Mike left, the rest of the day was kind of boring, because I barely left Alex’s butt. I crawled behind him, still tightly held in by the harness, as he walked around the kitchen making food. Like the other day, each step made his crack grind hard against my face. He whistled, telling me that he was going to make an onion omelet with leftover beans on the side. I groaned. He brought his breakfast over to the couch and was laying down, propped up on one elbow, so he could eat while watching TV. I was laying down behind him, my face up his ass, being forced to smell and feel the heat and sweat through the fabric of his underwear. He burped a lot. Pig. I didn’t know how long he was going to be here, so I tried to get comfortable and nuzzled a bit into his butt. “You hungry for more gas?” He scratched my hair. I tried to say no, but I was stuffed in so much that I couldn’t even tell what I said. I shook my head violently, hoping he’d get it. “Haha, alright, alright, calm down, let me see what I can cook up for ya,” I groaned again, feeling his butthole press against my nose. The fart was silent, a silent stream of gas. It didn’t last long, but it was rancid in my nose. I started coughing enough that my chest hurt. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to sniff it?” He reminded me, “Unless you want to kiss my asshole, of course.” I didn’t want that. It’s been two days since his last shower. I sniffed and sniffed as much as I could, deeply, ignoring how badly I wanted to cough and gag. I sniffed up the thick heat of his fart, and kept taking deep sniffs until I could only smell butt sweat. He laughed. “Wow, Fart Boy, if I knew how much you loved to smell my ass, I would’ve let you be my fart sniffing slave for longer than just this week. O well, can’t go back on my word.” As much as I hated how he taunted me, I was at least happy that this would end soon. Sure he’s mean, but he’s always bound by his little honor codes; he wouldn’t take more advantage of me. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he deleted that video after this was over. But at the same time, I was afraid he wouldn’t; a video of me telling his butt that I love it, and then eating Mike’s farts and his farts straight from the hole could be used as blackmail for years. Years… I didn’t want to think about that. Mike got tired of the TV and then got up to walk to the kitchen. He put the radio on and washed the dishes. I felt him hike up a leg and let out another fart. I sniffed it up as fast as I could. He spent the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon cleaning around the house. He never cleans. I could feel and smell his ass getting sweatier. He was only doing all this work to torture me. My knees and my neck were hurting from being tied up. And his ass sweat and heat was mixing with my face sweat. I was getting dizzy from the heat and the butt fumes. He was dancing a little bit as he walked, dancing to the bet of the song. I couldn’t take it anymore. I tapped on his thighs, hoping he would let me out for a break, but he ignored me. “Oh, Fart Boy,” He started laughing, “I think those eggs and beans are kicking in.” I started whimpering, he spread his legs and crouched over as if he were at the line of scrimmage. Bending over loosened his butt’s grip on my face, but I was still stuck. “Blue 42! Blue 42!” He laughed. I stopped whimpering and shut my eyes, bracing for impact, “Hut, hut…HIKE!” PRRRRRRRRRPERPEPREPRPRPRPRRPRRRTT The giant fart exploded up my nose. It violently stunk of eggs. I thought I was going to be sick. I tried pulling away, hoping the harness would be loose enough for me to slip out. I didn’t even care about the video or the bet at that point; this was foul. But he grabbed my hair and yanked it up. I screamed in pain into his sweating butt. “No, Fart Boy, it’s lunch time, you need to eat!” He started grinding his butt into my face. I started sniffing the awful fart. He pulled at my hair and I cried out again, “No, I want to hear you eat it!” I opened my mouth and breathed the hot air in. I could actually start to taste the fart on my tongue. I held back a gag, and gulped loudly. “Good Fart Boy,” He patted me on the head, “I’m about to feed you another one, get ready.” I “ate” two more disgusting farts straight out of Alex’s butthole. He laughed at me while he walked down the hall. … After he was done cleaning, he led me over to the couch and started watching more TV. I heard him playing with his laptop also. As disgusting as it was to feel his ass sweat on me, I couldn’t help but doze off. I was so bored, I needed a nap. I heard him make a phone call, “Hello, I’d like to order a large pizza with the following toppings,” a pause, “onions, green peppers, spinach, and sausage. Extra cheese.” The idea of pizza made my stomach gurgle. Alex only let me out for a sandwich around lunch time, and other then that I’d only been eating farts. Alex hung up, “Guess what, dude? I did some research and made sure to order a pizza with the most gas producing foods on top. All those onions, meat, cheese, and soda are going to mix into the perfect storm of farts that I’m going to rip up your nose and down your throat. God, I’m gonna be ripping so much ass tonight…your nose might bleed.” I cried softly into his butt. Later, the doorbell rang. Alex got up, me still tied up behind him. I can’t let the pizza delivery guys see me like this!!! I started punching his thighs. “Calm down, Fart Boy,” he said, “My friend works at Pizza Castle.” I really didn’t like the fact that more and more friends were being let in on this secret. I heard the door open, “Hey dude,” “Hey…wait what the fuck is going on here?” “You remember my brother?” I felt Alex turn his hip. I couldn’t see past the small of his back, and I couldn’t turn my head. “He lost a bet, so now he has to be my fart sniffing and eating slave until Friday.” “Wow, that sucks, man,” I heard him talking to me, even though he started laughing. “He doesn’t mind, do you Fart Boy?” I was so infuriated by all of this, I lost it; I started screaming into his butt, thrashing my arms around, trying to pull out of the harness. No point. “Hey, Pete,” I heard my brother say, “Watch me fart into his open mouth.” Then directed at me, “Fart Boy, are you hungry for more gas?” There was no point in fighting this. I nodded my head against his crack and opened my mouth wide. He ripped a deep fart against my lips. Pete was laughing as I sniffed and gulped loudly. Alex continued, “Yep, I haven’t showered since Thursday. And I’ve been sweating and farting in his face for days. Mike came over last night and we gave him the worst Dutch oven in history.” “That’s so sick, dude,” Pete was still laughing, “I gotta do that to my little bro” “They make the best fart sniffers.” Alex paid him and shut the door. He laughed, “I’m gonna be at practice all day tomorrow, but afterward I’m having some football buddies come over. Yes, I’ll tell them about your new job, no they won’t shower, and yes we’ll be eating tons of this pizza.” I started screaming again, my screams muffled by his butt cheeks. I kept screaming even as he let out another silent but deadly stream into my mouth while walking back to the living room.

The Bet - Chapter 3

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and involves fart sniffing … Chris has to continue his duties as fart boy. Despite the humiliation, he starts to think maybe this isn’t so bad … Alex’s and Mike’s naked butts were laying before me, upturned and waiting for me to completely cover them in kisses. Alex had started a new round in a different game; some first person shooter, they all look the same. I looked back down at the cheap lipstick in my hand. I could run. I could just drop the stick, run back to my room, and lock the door. Since I’m standing and they’re on the ground, I had a head start. His laptop is in the room, maybe I could find where he saved the video and delete it for good. Kill the video, kill Fart Boy. No, I couldn’t. By the time I’d get to the room, they’d be right behind me, warning that they’ll send the video unless I come out and kiss their butts like they said. And there’s no way I could find and delete the video off his computer before he could just pull it up on his phone and send it to all of his friends. “Hey, Fart Boy,” Alex was glaring at me over his shoulder, “Less staring; more kissing!” Mike laughed, “He really loves our asses, dude; he’s like…mesmerized” “Yep, that’s what football does to you. Gives you the ass of a god that all the chicks wanna squeeze. And it’s like catnip to little queers like Fart Boy.” I winced. The sooner I started this, the faster it’ll be done. And besides, kissing their butts is much less disgusting than sticking my faces in their cracks while they fart up my nose. I got to my knees, they kept playing the game as if I weren’t there. From up close, I could see the details of their asses. Mike’s was very hairy, something I could only tell because I was up close. It was a shade darker than his blond hair, closer to a light brown. Also, his ass was huge, bigger than my brother’s. It would take me longer to cover this one in kisses. My brother’s ass was smaller, and not as hairy. I could see the trench of his ass was hairy, and some of the hair crept out a bit, but over all, his cheeks were bare. But I know he hasn’t showered for over a day, and he was wearing the gross underwear, and he’s been constantly sweating. His butt probably smelled horrible, and I didn’t want to think of the taste it would leave on my lips. “If only we played hockey,” Mike spoke out of nowhere, “we’d have even more godly asses. Like, giant bubbles.” “Yeah, probably.” I put on the first layer of lipstick. It smelt very sweet, like strawberry lollipops or something. I decided to get the worse of the two evils over with first. Alex’s seemed worse, because of the sweat and smell factors. Also, since he was my brother, I somehow felt more embarrassed kissing his butt compared to his friend’s. I hate when he wins. I bent down and planted the first kiss on the middle of his left butt cheek. Alex shook and giggled a bit, I guess he was surprised, “Good boy,” now he was speaking to me like a dog, “One down, and, like, a hundred more to go!” I didn’t even want to count how many times I’d be kissing butt tonight. “Congrats on being Fart Dude’s first pick,” Mike smiled. “That’s what brothers are for. The natural order; his place is behind me kissing my ass and telling me he loves it. You don’t have any bros, do you?” “No, just sisters.” “You’re missing out, dude. Little brothers are the best. You know, last night, he gave me a blowjob?” Blowjob? I forgot about that. My face was burning red with even more embarrassment. I didn’t want Mike to know what Alex made me do for him when we were alone. “What?! You’re lying.” “I swear to God, he massaged my balls with his tongue, then took my meat in his mouth. And he doesn’t have a gag reflex so I could deep throat him. You should try it, dude. Just make sure to ask him if he’s ok with it first.“ “That’s so messed up dude,” Mike laughed, but I noticed he positioned himself on the beanbag. Was he getting a boner? Was I turning him on? “He seemed to like it, didn’t you Fart Boy?” I wasn’t sure what to say. I was embarrassed to admit that I didn’t mind it at all, really. And the idea of pleasing Mike the way I did for Alex got my heart pounding. That was odd. “It was kind of gross,” I acted sheepish, “Nah, you loved it. You just don’t want to admit you’re a little gay boy. Now get back to kissing; my ass feels unloved.” I wanted to fight him, but I really shouldn’t overstep my luck. So, following orders, I kept kissing Alex’s butt, making sure to leave a deep red mark on his skin. This lipstick must have been very cheap; there were at least a dozen times that I had to kiss the same place more than once because the first print didn’t show. I kept reapplying the lipstick, leaving as many sticky prints as I could all over his cheeks. As I expected, his butt was pretty stinky. Especially when I had to get closer to the crack. And I was a little grossed out feeling the hairs against my lips and face. I wasn’t grossed out as much as I was just embarrassed and unhappy. Guys always say “kiss my ass” as the ultimate smack down in fights, but to actually kiss a guy’s butt, to literally press your lips on his cheek, that felt lower than low. Like, only the wimpiest of the wimps would do that. Like my brother said; queers. No, worse than that: a faggot I wasn’t sure how long it took me to coat my brother’s butt in lip stick marks, but by the time I was done, my lips were feeling tired and sore from all of the rubbing. “Alright,” I pulled away, “you’re done, Alex.” Mike paused the game to turn his head, “Wow, you’re ass is definitely redder than a baboon’s.” Alex twisted his neck and smiled, “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it Fart Boy? You just have one more thing to do,” He brought his hand back and spread his cheeks, “Plant a big wet kiss right on the ‘lips’”. Oh fuck me, Alex’s hairy butt crack was spread open, and with it came the stench of a day’s worth of sweating and farting. And his pink, wrinkled butthole started right back at me, surrounded by a ring of hair. “That’s gross!” I whined. “Gotta do it, dude. Just one kiss.” He wiggled his butt back and forth. I grimaced again. This was the same butthole that’s been spitting dozens of farts on my face all of last night and today. Now I had to kiss it?! “Don’t be shy; you two already know each other well.” Mike laughed at that joke. I was feeling queasy, but I had to do it. Just one kiss. I leaned my face in, closed my eyes, puckered up my lips, and-, PRRRRRRT I groaned out in disgust and waved my hand in front of my face. That small puff of a fart hit me directly on my cheek and the smell was rough. The guys were laughing at me again, “Damn, how did you like that taco fart?” “Wait,” Mike interjected, “He didn’t even sniff that one up! It went out into the air.” “Looks like fart boy is slacking,” Alex spread his cheeks again, and spoke like was giving a royal decree, “As punishment, you shall press your face into my naked ass crack, and inhale deeply ten times. Afterward, you must apologize to my asshole, and then kiss it for ten seconds.” “WHAT?!” I nearly screamed. Mike got up, and again I felt his giant hands around the back of my head. With a wolfish grin, he said, “It’ll be over before you know it. Besides, this should feel like diving face first into heaven for you,” and with that, he pushed me down face first into my brother’s open and sweaty butt crack. I started flailing around, trying to push up, but Mike’s hands were shoving my face into Alex’s crack. The two of them were roaring in laughter above me. His hairs scratched my cheeks, and I could feel my nose was pressed up against his sweaty slimy butthole. The smell was so much worse without a layer of underwear protecting me. “Ten sniffs, I want to hear them.” I started sniffing. Each one deep and loud so they could hear it. While I was still grossed out, the more I sniffed, the more I was able to tolerate the smell. It felt so gross being pressed into his hairy crack like this. On the seventh sniff, I heard him grunt and felt his butthole push against me. I panicked, tried to cry out, and pull away, but I was still stuck. I kept my eyes shut as my brother ripped another fart right up my nose, PRRRRRRRRPT I started coughing, but I knew I had to hurry up and sniff it if I ever wanted to get out of here. I sniffed three more times, fighting against the gross cheesy taco farts. “That’s ten.” Mike chirped I heard Alex tell me, “Alright, now kiss my asshole and give it a sincere apology. Ten seconds, remember?!” Mike let go of my head so they could hear me speak. I pulled back a but, staring at my brother’s starfish. Just a kiss, right? “I’m sorry, Alex’s butthole, for not sniffing up the last fart you gave me. It won’t happen again.” I leaned in, closed my eyes, and puckered my lips up against his hole. Alex was laughing too hard to keep count, so I heard Mike do it for him. During those ten seconds, I thought of how ridiculous it was that I got into this whole mess. As awful as it was to sniff and eat farts, and to kiss butts, I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t mind spending time with Alex. He’s always too busy at football practice or with friends to horse around with me like he used to. Even if I had my face shoved up his butt, and despite how gross and embarrassing it was, I was at least happy to play around with my brother, like we used to. “8…9…10!” I pulled my face out. I could feel the sticky sweat sill, against my nose and cheeks. I could smell his ass all over my face. I shuttered. “Alright, Fart Boy, you’re forgiven.” He turned forward and picked his controller back up, “Now start kissing my guest’s ass. It’s looking pretty bare and lonely.” After Mike got back onto the beanbag and they continued the game, I looked down at his big, hairy butt. I noticed I was feeling…different, about him. Sure his farts grossed me out, but my heart started beating faster when I thought about caressing his cheeks with my lips. I put on another layer of lipstick and went back to work. Kissing Mike’s butt was definitely better. It took longer to cover his cheeks than it did Alex’s, but he wasn’t as sweaty, and thankfully didn’t hold me down to fart. I didn’t even mind his hair; I smiled a bit when it tickled my nose. After smacking on dozens of more kisses, I finally was able to get up and look at my work. Both their butts were bright red with lip marks. The sheer number of kisses it must have taken to do this brought my mood down again. I’ve never even kissed a girl before. I don’t think I’ll ever kiss someone more times than the number of kisses I planted on their butts. “I’m finished.” Mike turned around, smiling, “All right, Fart Dude, you did great.” “Yep, like I said; natural order of things” Alex was also grinning. Something wasn’t right…I’ve learned to just accept that whenever he had a wolf like grin, it meant he was planning for something gross and humiliating. Something specific. “So, now that you’ve completely painted our asses with you lips,” He chuckled, “I can let you know that you weren’t using real lipstick. It’s candy! I found it at that specialty candy store at the mall. Which means it’s safe to eat!” I didn’t like where this was going. He continued, “So, take one last look at your hard work, because now I want you to lick us clean.” What was the point of complaining anymore? I sighed, “Yes Alex.” I guess that explained why it was so hard to make a visible print on their skin. They went back to playing their game. Without thinking, I licked my lips. The strawberry candy was definitely there, but I could also taste the salty bitterness of my brother’s asshole. I cringed. Get the worst one over with. I leaned back down to my brother’s butt, and started licking. Lucky for me, it didn’t take many licks to get the prints off. Unlucky for me, I realized that I also tasted a day’s worth of butt sweat. I also felt some of his hairs on my tongue. I started licking faster. The more time I wasted feeling sick over it, the longer it will take to clean up. Within just a few minutes, I had lapped up all of the lipstick kiss marks. His butt was now shiny from all of my spit. I cringed again, realizing that I just polished my brother’s butt with my tongue. Then I moved over to Mike’s butt and went to work. Since his butt was hairier, it scratched my tongue more than Alex’s hair did. Dragging my tongue against his cheek, I looked up his naked back to the back of his blond head. My heart was running up a storm, and I could feel my face burn crimson. Embarrassingly enough, kissing and licking Mike’s butt was giving me a boner. I kept licking for a few minutes more, even after all of the marks were gone. His butt was salty. I didn’t mind. … Once that was all over with, I spent the next several hours the same way I had earlier that day. While they were laying on their beanbags, playing video games, with their pants down and their butts out, I had to take turns laying down face first into their naked cracks. If one of them had to fart, I’d lay my face into his butt, and snort up his fart, and keep my face in there, sniffing, until the next guy needed to fart. Then I’d get up and do the same thing with him. It seemed those bean burritos finally kicked in: I was jumping between the two farting butts dozens of times an hour. The heat of our house made them sweat like crazy, and wedging my face into the sweatiest part of their bodies made me dizzy with heat. I was also getting grossed out by how rough their stink was getting as the night went on. They were just playing their games, occasionally getting up to use the bathroom, talking about girls, teachers they hated, the new Star Wars movie, girls…just like a normal hang out, as if I weren’t burrowing my face into their naked asses and vacuuming their gas and butt scent. Every once in a while, one of them would have a really big fart, and he’d hold my head down and lift his pelvis and push it out as roughly as he could. There were dozens of giant ones that actually hurt my face with the rough vibrations. PRRRRRRRRRRRRREPREPRTEPT I had to sniff them all. Finally it was so late, I thought Mike was going to head out. Wrong. “Hey dude, we’re getting tired and are going to go to sleep soon. Brush your teeth and meet us downstairs. We’re sleeping on the pull out couch.” Oh, Mike was sleeping over. I didn’t want to think of what they had planned for me. I got up out from Alex’s butt and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I also took a few minutes scrubbing all of the ass sweat off my cheeks and nose and lips. But I knew no amount of soap and water would get the entire butt funk off my nose. I’d just have to deal with it. I stepped down the stairs to the basement. The sofa bed was pulled out, and I saw there were two pillows on either side, and one pillow in the middle. I stood still; it was easy to guess what they were going to do with me. They walked over with a bed sheet; they were both naked except for their jock straps, which were covering their privates. I knew that those things did nothing to cover butts. “Oh good, he’s here.” Alex let go of the sheet and walked forward. I saw his jock wasn’t that white. Does he ever wash any of his clothes?! “Alright then, Fart Boy,” He gestured to the pillow in the middle of the bed, “Lay down face up, and I’ll explain how you’re going to sleep tonight.” I gulped, but couldn’t do anything. He didn’t need to hold me down or anything, so I did what he said. I got on the bed and laid down on my back, falling into the soft pillow. Since I was half way down the bed, my feet were sticking off of it, but I didn’t care. Mike walked over with one side of the bed sheet and stuck his part under the bed, and Alex pulled the rest of it over me and tightened it on his side. The sheet was tied around my chest, and the more the tightened it, the more I realized I wouldn’t be able to move out of it. “Alright, so Mike and I were arguing earlier about how you were going to sleep,” Alex started to explain, “See, I’d rather you have your face tied up in my ass like last night, but Mike was upset because he wanted the same for himself. That’s obviously not possible.” “So we thought of the next best thing,” Mike laughed; “We’ll both sleep on our sides, with our naked asses against your cheeks, and let you have the best of both worlds.” “I know it’s hot,” My eyes darted back to Alex, “But if we’re going to be farting, we may as well give you a nice and cozy Dutch oven.” I saw he was holding a green blanket. This wasn’t going to be pretty. Then, Alex slid his jock off. Again, I saw the fiery hair over his dick. “Dude, what are you doing?” Mike asked. “Remember how I told you Fart Boy here gives the best blow jobs? He’s gonna give me one every night this week.” “Wow,” Mike started to slide his down. I saw his dick was a bit smaller than Alex’s, and he also had a thick bush, of course it was dirty blond. “Hey Fart Dude,” He looked down at me, I noticed his dick twitched, “Could you do me a solid and share the love?” “…o-ok,” I gasped. Alex laughed, “Haha you’re so gay. That’s why I love you, bro!” He rustled my hair, than laid down in the bed on my left. Mike turned off the main light, though I could still barely see because of the street light through the window. He got into bed on my right. Then they brought the blanket over. Within moments it was uncomfortably stuffy in these sheets. I couldn’t see much thanks to the blanket, but I heard the two of them rustling on either side of me. “Fart Boy, you can treat our guest first before taking care of me.” I felt something hot and soft poke me in the cheek. I knew it was Mike’s dick. I felt more butterflies in my stomach, and slowly turned my head. I could just barely make out the outline in the dark. “Can you suck my balls, dude?” Mike sounded very nervous. My brother went crazy when I sucked his balls the other night, so it must feel really good. I licked my lips, and tried to scoot over as much as I could, even though the blanket held me down. Mike moved his hips forward, his throbbing dick was pressed against my face. I moved down until my mouth met his balls. I gave them a soft kiss, then opened my mouth and started to suck on one gently. “Oh fuck” he gasped, with a bit of a laugh, “He’s doing it, dude.” “What’d I tell ya.” I felt Alex press against the back of my head, then the vibrations of another fart. He had his butt pressed up against me and was farting into my hair. Despite the thick air making my brother’s fart smell worse, it felt so good to run my tongue over Mike’s balls. He was just as salty as I’d expect. I pulled away from his balls after a few minutes and opened my mouth to take his dick. I slid all the way down until my nose was buried in his bush, and went back and forth, swirling my tongue. I felt myself get another boner. That’s when I found out I was gay. Without a doubt. I felt the familiar sensation of Mike’s giant hands gently grabbing the back of my head, he was swearing under his breath. I was shaking from how great this felt. Even though I wasn’t feeling what he was feeling, just knowing I was making him squirm and moan was enough to drive me nuts. It didn’t take long until I felt him jizz into my throat, and I reflexively swallowed it all. “That was great” He muttered. “Alright Fart Boy,” I felt Alex move around, “My turn.” I did the same thing; sucked on his balls until eventually swallowing his dick. I wasn’t turned on anymore, just because he’s my brother, but Mike did press his butt against the back of my head, and that got me spinning again. Alex eventually came, and the two of them were laughing, “You’re so lucky” Mike gasped. “Yep. Now Fart Boy, it’s time for bed. Hope you like the beginning of the Dutch Oven we made for you. And if you think I have bad farts in my sleep, wait till you get a nosefull of Mike’s midnight monsters.” The both of them turned away from me, and I felt their hot butts against either side of my face. Only they kept scooting back to the point that I felt like my face was being squeezed. The sweat from each butt was sticky on either side of my face. My nose wasn’t in either of them, but they were so close, that I was getting a gross combo of their butt stink, the earlier farts, and the thick humid air. Alex grunted and ripped a big fart against my cheek. I was coughing again, and they were chuckling to themselves. This was going to be an awful night… … I woke up to another fart. I coughed from the stink; it was like rancid meat covered in old cheese. I felt it come from the right…that meant it was from Mike’s butt. The sweat and the heat was getting to me. I had felt like I was laying there for hours, as fart after fart bounced against my cheek and invaded my nose. This Dutch Oven was collecting all of the gas and I had nowhere to go. The only reason I fell asleep was because I had so little sleep the night before. Thanks to Mike, I wouldn’t get much now. Mike. I couldn’t see him well, but I could feel him breathing as his butt settled up and down with each breath. I was getting horny again, thinking of him. Then, I did something before I could stop myself. Maybe I was getting used to being Fart Boy? Or, maybe I was just so turned on by Mike, I didn’t care? Or, maybe I was just annoyed of Alex and wanted to avoid his butt? It doesn’t matter… The sheet had gotten a bit loose, so I was able to turn onto my side. I wedged my face into Mike’s buttcrack. He was letting out a SBD in a constant stream. I sniffed in deeply. I should be gagging. I should be getting out of there. But I didn’t. And my dick was rock hard. I started playing with it, still with my nose deep in Mike’s butthole. I sniffed up the next small fart that seeped out. I was feeling dizzy and overwhelmed with pleasure. It wasn’t really the fart, but rather that I was so close to him, my face was in the most intimate part of his body, and his butt was so big and hot. And it felt so dirty, like I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to do or like. I came in my underwear, and after another few minutes of sucking up hot steamy farts, with my face firmly wedged into this linebacker’s hairy, sweaty, farting ass, I fell asleep.

The Bet - Chapter 2

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and involves fart sniffing, incest, and bullying/humiliation … Chris continues to act as Fart Boy for his brother and friend. He decides he’s had enough, but then is shown he doesn’t have that choice … There I was, on my knees, in between my older brother’s best friend’s legs, my face burrowed into his butt. The TV was still going on behind me, but I knew neither of them were watching it. I was still sniffing up the lingering fart that Mike had ripped on my nose a moment ago. The heat of his butt, his legs, and his crotch was overwhelming in this brutal summer heat with the broken air conditioner. Other than the sweaty butt stink, I could also smell his balls. Their stink was strong. It was as if he hadn’t showered… I backed out of his butt and was ready to stand up. Both he and Alex were laughing and staring back at me with their evil smiles. Mike was nearly laying down in his seat, with his knees bent and his beefy legs up, his shorts indented around his bulge and butt crack. “No, I don’t think you’re done yet,” Mike grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face back to his indent. The span of his hand was so big, it felt like it covered the entire back of my head. I was pressed back into his butt, this time the force against my head felt crushing. I instinctively brought my hands up and tried to push against his butt cheeks, but I couldn’t move. He didn’t force me in anymore, but he held me firmly up his butt, and I felt his body shake with his booming laughter, “Dude, your bro LOVES having a faceful of ass!” “I told you so,” I heard Alex say. I couldn’t tell what was worse, the things I was being forced to do, or them making fun of me like I want to do them. Mikes other hand met the back of my head, “Dude, I can feel a serious fucking whopper coming on,” He stroked my hair a bit with his fingers, “You’re gonna love this one, Fart Dude.” I whimpered a little into his butt; the grumblings from his gut was louder than the TV. He grunted, and again I felt the gross feeling of a ready-to-rip butthole press against my nose. I clenched my eyes shut and braced myself. PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPT!!!! It was the longest fart I had to take. I don’t know how long it really was, at least five seconds maybe, but it felt like forever. It was so hot on my face, I started gagging before I smelled it. When I did smell it, I didn’t even know what to think other than it reeked of cheese. I coughed and tried to push against and out of his butt crack, but his hands kept my head firmly there. I groaned and made myself snort the whole thing. Of course they were laughing at me. “Holy shit dude, that was nasty!” “You know what Taco Bell does to me.” For the next few minutes, I kept sniffing until I felt dizzy. While the heat in his butt made his sweat funky, I finally inhaled all of the gas. I backed my head up, but his hands were still there. Again, I brought my hands up and tried to push myself out of his butt. Again, he held me there. I started groaning, but after thinking of all of the farts I had sniffed out of Alex’s butt, the farts I had to sniff out of Mike’s butt, and all of the farts I’d have to sniff for the rest of this week, I started screaming in anger. Pushing “Oh, dude,” Alex started, “He doesn’t have to stay in your ass if he sniffed the whole fart.” “Yeah, but didn’t you say you had him sniff your ass anyway?” Mike asked. “I did, just tell him that if you want him to stay there. Wouldn’t want to be unfair.” This was ridiculous. “Hey Fart Dude,” Mike boomed above me, “You can stay here and enjoy my ass, ok?” What an offer. Before long, they made an impromptu routine. While sitting there, watching TV, I would keep my face in one of their butts, until the other called me over to fart. I’d crawl over, he’d bring up his legs, I’d stuff my face into his butt, and he’d let it rip. I’d stay there sniffing even when all of the fart had been gone, until the other guy said he needed to fart. Then, I’d crawl over to him, stay there sniffing his fart and ass, not pulling my face out of it until the next needed to fart. This went back and forth for a while, the whole time they were laughing at me, but also talking about football stuff, school stuff, girls, video games, other things. Watching TV. As if I weren’t there being their personal fart vacuum. After a while of this, my face back into Alex’s butt this time, I heard him say, “I’m starving, wanna run out for lunch?” “Sure,” Mike laughed, ‘Besides, I need to refuel.” Gulp. … I was in the back seat with Mike. Specifically, I was under a heavy blanket, with head resting under Mike’s butt. He sat with his back to the door of the car, and both feet up on the seat. I was laying down, under the blanket, which also covered Mike’s lower body. Alex didn’t turn on the air conditioning in his car, which, even if he had parked it in the shade of a tree, was like a sauna. “Dude, It’s so hot, fuck,” Mike panted, “Can’t you put on the AC?” “Nah, dude, I wish,” Alex complained, “Fart Boy likes when our asses are dripping with sweat, so we have to make him happy.” I was ready to scream at him, but I heard Mike let out a small, high-pitched squeak of a fart. My lip trembled, and instead of talking back, I sniffed in deeply. The violent stench of cheese and ass was amplified under the humidity of this blanket, plus the heat of my own breath and body. It was mixing with my own sweat [I forgot to put on deodorant] and Mike’s sweat [all from his balls, butt, and feet]. I started coughing again, and felt dizzy enough from the heat that I was afraid I’d pass out. Then again, if I did, I would have a moment of freedom from this hell. “Hey Fart Boy, what do you want from Taco Bell?” Alex asked. Great. Of course they’re getting Taco Bell for lunch. I clenched my fists, “Can I just have nachos?” “Sure.” “You’re in for a treat, Fart Dude,” Mike boomed above me, “Taco Bell give us the worst gas.” “Yeah,” Alex laughed, I felt the car turn and slow down, “My ass will be ready to preform on stage after this.” “hello welcome to Taco Bell, may I take your order?” A man’s fizzled voice asked. “Yeah, can we get four Doritos cheesy gordita crunches? And…hm…six cheesy bean burritos?” Oh fuck me, The car turned round and I heard the food bags rustle. All those tacos and burritos…sweat trailed down the side of my face. … They had scarfed down their lunch, like wolves, like they always do. I could only stomach half of my nachos, but I was feeling sick from the ghosts of farts past and future. Then, Mike stopped talking and stood up, “Dude, I’m feeling more butt thunder.” I cringed. Without asking me, I stood up and walked over to him. “Wait,” He put his hand up, “Beg.” Alex burst out laughing. These jokes were getting meaner and meaner as the day went on. “…please let me smell your fart,” “You call that begging?” I sighed, and dropped to my knees, kept my gaze at the floor, “Please, Mike, I want to sniff your farts so badly!” “Good so far,” “I’d do anything for just another minute in your butt,” “Haha, looks like Fart Dude is learning his place!” Alex raised his glass, “Damn right.” I couldn’t believe myself, but I had to play along. Only six more days after today… “Please fart on my nose, Mike. Please grab my head and shove my face up your butt.” “You sure? It’s pretty sweaty right now, I’ve been sweating all day,” Alex stifled his laughing as Mike continued, “And under these shorts and boxers, my ass is pret-ty hairy.” “Please,” I spat out, “Just let me eat your farts,” “EAT?!” The both of them burst into howls. My face was burning read. I have no idea where that came from, why did I say that?! “Alright, Fart Dude,” Mike was doubling over, “I’ll fart on you only if you open wide.” I glanced at Alex. Tears were running down his cheeks, and he stared at me with a goofy smile. I glanced back up at Mike, who was standing right in front of me, looking down, like a towering giant. I gulped. I opened my mouth. “Wider!” I opened my mouth as wide as I could. “Good,” He turned around, his ass looked so big from this angle. He reached back, grabbed the back of my head, and bent over. His giant globes enveloped my vision the closer they got, until his butt pressed against my face, and my face wedged up into his buttcrack, hot and damp with sweat. It reeked as bad as before. Another grunt and push, PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPTEPTEPTETPPPP Alex was cackling like a hyena. The smell was just as bad as before, just as cheesy, but this time I could also feel it against my open mouth. I gagged and coughed at first, but feeling his hands staying right there, I had to suck it up. Literally. “This is gonna be the best week of my life,” I heard Alex’s beaming voice The taste of Mike fart was settling on my open mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut and started moaning in disgust. Not only could I smell his ass, but I could taste his ass, and his giant paw like hands kept my face pressed into his ass. The two of them continued laughing at me, this joke not getting old for them. Mike let go and I dropped down, coughing, head bobbling. “I think I’m starting to feel one brewing up,” Alex chimed in. This was brutal. Mike stepped out of the way. Still facing the floor, I saw my brother’s feet replace Mike’s. “Now, I want you to beg for my farts too.” I couldn’t believe this. Six more days…my fingers clawed into my knees as they clenched into fists. I looked up at Alex, who stared down at me with a jeering smile. “Please, Alex,” I forced myself to say, “Can I have some farts?” “Don’t ask me,” He brought up his finger and wagged it at me. Then, he turned around, and with the same finger, pointed to his butt, “Ask the source!” “…please, Alex’s butt, can I have more farts?” This was so embarrassing; making me talk to his butt like it was a separate person. I was begging to his butt to fart on me. I felt like garbage. Worse than garbage. Alex pulled his shorts down, so again I was staring at his underwear-clad butt. It was the same underwear that he had on since yesterday night, and even from a bit of a distance I could smell the funk. He brought both hands around, dug his fingers into the crack, and spread his cheeks along with the following words, in a higher pitched voice, “I don’t know, Chris, you don’t seem to appreciate me enough,” and made his butt a puppet, like from the Ace Ventura movies. Mike found this hilarious. I would have laughed too, had I not been on the ground like this. “I’m sorry you feel that way, but you’re wrong! I…I like you!” “Chris,” Alex was still playing with his butt, “can I ass you a question?’ Ugh, “What?” “Do you loooooove me?” Mike was cracking up off to the side. If I didn’t play along, they’d hurt me, probably. I swallowed my pride, “Yes, Alex’s butt, I love you.” “Do you want to spend the rest of the week with your face against me?” “…yes, Alex’s butt, I do.” “But Chris, you know how Alex farts all the time! And he’s been wearing this same underwear for days! All of my sweat and farts gets soaked into these!” “I don’t care,” I went on, “Just fart on me!” With that, Alex backed up, his gross butt smelling worse than before, and he grabbed the back of my head. “Open wide!” I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and after closing my eyes I felt déjà vu. Alex’s moist butt cheeks rested on either side of my face, my nose was full of thick ass funk, and again, he pushed against me with a grunt and PPPPPPPPRPRRPRRRRRT “I want to hear you sniff it!” Mike called from the sidelines. I felt the fart against my nose and lips, and while the egg funk was still coming out of him, it wasn’t as bad as earlier. At this point, I was used to his farts enough where the typical smell didn’t gross me out as much. More the idea of it than the actual thing. I breathed in through my nose deeply, so that the sound of me sniffing was loud. Still grabbing the back of my head, Alex started swaying his hips and grinding his sweaty butt against my face, as he let out another fart. This one wasn’t that loud, it was more airy than the others, but it was long. After four seconds, the heat from the fart made his butt uncomfortably warm. But I dealt with it and kept sniffing. I felt and sounded like a pig. “Aw, Chris,” Alex pretended to be the voice of his own butt, “I knew you loved me! And my farts! Tell me how much you love me and my farts!” “I love you, Alex’s butt,” my voice was muffled by the fabric, “I love you and all your farts. Thank you for sharing them with me.” Alex let go of me and I fell backward onto the floor. I started gagging again, because I could smell both his sweat and Mike’s sweat still caked on my nose. The fact that I could tell the difference between the stench of their ass sweat made me feel sick. Mike hadn’t said a word throughout this because he could barely breath from all of the laughing. I looked up and saw that his face was burning red, and there were tears in his eyes, “Dude, this is so fucking gross!” He cackled. You’re telling me. “Hey, we don’t have to deal with any of it,” He pointed to me, “That’s Fart Boy’s job!” I groaned. “Can I get another break? I’m about to throw up.” “Sure.” Alex shrugged. Really? It was that easy? “Dude, you’re just gonna cave like that?” Mike challenged him, “Aren’t you the one in charge?” Shut up, Mike!! Again, Alex shrugged, “Well, he did beg to eat both our farts. I think he’s earned a bit of free time from his job. Besides, I want to talk to you about another idea I was just inspired with.” Oh God…I hated all of Alex’s ideas. I got up and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. … It was suspiciously quiet for the rest of the afternoon. I stayed in my room, trying to relax through reading, through browsing online, watching YouTube videos, but I couldn’t get my mind off of how anxious I felt about having to deal with their butts and farts and all of that. I especially wanted Mike to leave. The fact that anyone was watching me do all of this embarrassing stuff was bad enough, but for some reason Mike made it worse. I mean, Mike seemed so cool, and he was usually funny, and he was kind of cute…I don’t know what I’m saying. I needed water or something, so I got out of my room and headed for the kitchen. From the kitchen, I saw that Alex and Mike were now playing some X Box game. It was the same racing game that got me into this mess in the first place. I hate that stupid fucking game. I tip toed through the kitchen, hoping the game sounds were loud enough to cover any sound I made. The last thing I wanted was to remind them I was still here in case the Taco Bell from earlier was kicking in. “I’m about to kick your ass,” Alex muttered, “Oh yeah? You’re about to be in dead fucking last after I , - OH EAT IT BITCH!!!” I wasn’t paying attention. I turned on the faucet to fill my glass. Mike jumped up, “In your FACE!!! Oh, look Fart Dude’s out of his cave. Damn. I gulped down some of my water. Alex laughed, “Whelp, I just lost that race. Thank God I didn’t make a bet promising I’d do whatever you said for a week, that would’ve sucked for me big time.” He stood up and turned to me, “I’m glad you’re here, because I have a new job for you. Come forward.” I put my glass down and walked into the living room, the two of them with creepy smiles on their faces. My stomach grew cold. I may as well have been walking to my death. “So, we were thinking,” Alex started, “that even though you claim to love our asses, you don’t seem to be giving them the recognition they deserve.” Mike chimed in, “And you know, he never even proclaimed his love for my farting asshole, only yours!” “That’s right. And it’s unfair.” Alex brought his finger up. Mike giggled through his faux-serious face. “So, I’ve come up with the best way to show us how much you truly love and care for our asses.” From his pocket, Alex brought up a small tube. He took off the cap; it was bright red lipstick. My eyes widened. “You have to cover your lips with this, and plant as many sloppy wet kisses all over our ass cheeks as you can. I want every kiss to leave its mark on our skin. And when it starts to fade, put more lipstick on. I want our asses to be covered in bright red kiss marks.” I started shaking. Mike was chuckling to himself again. Alex had an evil smile on his face as he stuck the lipstick in front of my face. “…no.” “ooooo,” Mike’s eyes widened. “What did you say to me, bitch?” “I said NO!” Now I was screaming, “I’m done sniffing your farts and sticking my face into your gross butts, I’m not doing this shit anymore! You’ve had your fun but you’re going to far. I don’t care if you call me a pussy for dropping out of the bet, I won’t do this! I’m NOT kissing your butts!!!” Alex grimaced, “Eh, I thought you might say that. Fine, you don’t have to be Fart Boy anymore.” I blinked. It’s over just like that? This didn’t seem right. His smile returned. Something was definitely wrong. “But here’s the thing: even though I thought you weren’t a little pussy bitch boy who would go against the honors of the bet, I thought ‘better be safe than sorry’” He pulled out his phone, pulled something up, and gave it to me. I stared back at him suspiciously. His smile was wide. On his screen was a video. I didn’t even have to play it to know what it was because of the thumbnail. He had taken a video of me asking to eat Mike’s farts. Had his phone balanced on the table. “Aren’t you going to play it?” Alex asked. My face was burning red. I pressed the trash can button in the corner. “Did you delete it? Aw man,” He pretended to be disappointed, “Now I’ll have to download it from my drop box where it’s saved and password protected to watch it again. O well. Anyway, since you’re not going to watch it, it covers the part where Mike farts in your mouth, to me farting in your mouth, including all of the farts and the whole speech where you tell my butt how much you love it.” I was shaking again. “So I’ll state the obvious. If you don’t continue to do as I say, like you promised you would, I’ll send this video to all my friends. They’ll show their friends. Hell, I might put it up on YouTube. Everyone’ll be calling you Fart Boy for the rest of your life. OR, you can shut the fuck up, put that lipstick on, and kiss our asses while we play our game.” He really was evil. I really had no choice left. I handed his phone back, and he replaced it with the lipstick. “Good,” Mike laughed and pulled his pants down. His bare ass stared back me. Then I saw Alex pull his pants down to show his bare ass. The both of them laid back down on the bean bags in front of the TV, on their bellies, asses up, waiting for me to kiss them. “When you’re done, my ass better be brighter and redder than a baboon’s!” Alex laughed. Mike laughed with him, and they bumped fists.

The Bet - Chapter 1

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and involves fart sniffing, incest, and slavery … My very first story that I wrote years ago. After Chris loses a bet to his older brother, he has to obey all kinds of nasty commands … He beat me again at that stupid xbox racing game. It was a hot summer evening, and we had nothing to do but sit in our shorts and sweat while playing the game. Alex always walked around without his shirt so I didn’t mind doing the same. This was the third time in a row, and he kept taunting me. “Wow Chris, If I knew you’d suck this bad, I would’ve just play by myself.” “Shut up” “I’m serious, you keep losing you may as well quit playing my games ever. Practice surely isn’t doing you any good.” He went on and on, and I felt brave, so I said, “Screw you! I bet I’ll win the next race.” “You wanna bet? What’s the wager then?” He had a cocky smile. “Whoever wins has to make the loser do whatever he wants for a week.” “Deal.” It was set. He started a new race, and asked, “So what are you going to make me do if I lose?” I thought of the most embarrassing and gross thing I could think of: “If I win, you have to smell all my farts for the week.” I laughed. He raised his eyebrows, “Huh, nasty. I’m not sure what I’ll make you do yet, I have to think about it.” The race was so close. I was sweating from the heat and from nerves. I couldn’t let him beat me again. But at the last turn around, he slammed me off the side of the road and too first place. “NO!” I cried out. “Haha,” He started laughing at me, “See, you’re so bad at this game, I knew you would lose.” I dropped my controller, “It’s getting late, and I think I know what I’m going to have you do.” I groaned. He got up to go brush his teeth, “You should brush your teeth right now too. What I have in mind will take all night.” I groaned again. What was he going to make me do? After we brushed our teeth, we went to our bedroom. My side of the room was always clean, his side was a filthy mess. There was old food on plates, dirty clothes all over the floor, his laundry was piling with his dirty tighty whiteys he always wore, and his dirty jockstraps from his football practice were all in a pile next to the hamper. He pulled out five of the underwear from the dirty hamper. “Alright, first, I need to know which pair of these tighty whiteys is the filthiest” he told me, “And you need to be the judge. Sniff these and give me the one that smelled worse. I groaned in disgust as he handed me the underwear. Each one smelled worse than the last, except the fourth one was disgusting. The front smelt of his old ball sweat, and the back smelt as if I directly smelled his buttcrack after a long day. The fifth one was a candle compared to the rest. “This one” I gave him the nasty pair. If I knew why he asked me to do this, I would’ve lied. He then did something that surprised me. He took off his shorts and underwear so he was standing naked in front of me. I’ve caught glimpses of him naked before on accident, and neither of us made a big deal cuz we’re brothers, we’ve both got the same stuff. But up close I noticed his dick was so big, and the area above it and his balls were covered in fiery hair, just like his head hair. He tossed the clothes in the hamper, “Ugh I’d rather sleep in the nude cuz of this heat, but I need to be decent.” He then put on the pair that smelled awful. My heart sank. Why was he doing that? “Yep, I think this is the pair that I wore three days straight,” He let me know, “Last week I was too lazy to shower and change…those gym classes were rough. I reeked so badly, I couldn’t take it myself. And the sweat, ugh, my sweat always gets collected by this underwear; it pools up at the very bottom between my ass and my balls.” I laughed, not knowing that these details would make everything worse for me. “Anyway, are you tired?” “Kinda,” “Good. So the first thing I want you to do,” He laid down on his bed and pulled the underwear off again, “is that I want you to try and fit my balls in your mouth.” “…What?!” I was shocked, “That’s gross!” “I know! You lost a bet so I’m going to make it as bad as I can!” He started laughing, “Turn off the light and get your mouth around my balls, bitch!” I groaned, knowing he was right. If I won the bet, I’d be farting near him and making him smell them. I shouldn’t be a hypocrite. I turned off the lights and crawled onto the bed over him. I could feel his body heat steaming up, it was so hot in this room, and his bed was sticky. I leaned in closer to his dick and balls. They smelt so strongly. “Yeah, I didn’t shower today either.” He admitted, “Last I showered was yesterday morning. Anyway, get down, don’t be shy.” I was frowning, but I couldn’t say no. I leaned in and opened my mouth wide. I was just able to fit the balls in his mouth. I gagged at the taste; they were very salty. I breathed out onto his dick, which had started to get hard. I felt wrong for staring at my own brother, but I couldn’t help but get turned on at being so close to him. I wasn’t sure if I was gay or not; the other kids at school were always going on about girls, but I didn’t really care as much. I guessed I probably was, but I didn’t say anything to anyone about it. I wondered if Alex knew. “Good job,” He panted, and started to play with his dick. “Now, I want you to gently suck on them and stroke them with your tongue. Get that flavor into your mouth. Let it marinate.” I moaned out, but was muffled by his balls. I had to do what he said, so I started to lick them. They were really salty at first, and the hair was an odd feeling against my tongue and gums and teeth, but the more I licked, the less bad it tasted. After a while, even though my jaw was getting tired, I didn’t mind it so much. I’m sure he’d tell me to stop eventually. For a while I kept licking, he said, ‘This is the best massage I’ve ever gotten’ and chuckled a little, but was breathing heavy. He kept rubbing his dick, which was hard and larger than before. I felt his hand grab the back of my head and rub my hair a bit, “Doing good. How does it tasted.” “Not so bad I guess,” I lied. It was still a gross flavor, just not as strong as when I first started. “Alright,” He gasped, “Now, you need to put my dick in your mouth” “What?!” “You lost the bet, not me” he reminded, “Do it!” I sighed, but didn’t think his dick would taste worse. I was scared of how big it was, so I slowly put it in my mouth. It brushed against my tongue and got all the way until I felt it touch the back of my throat. Other people would stick their fingers in their mouths to make them gag. I couldn’t gag like them, so with Alex’s dick I wasn’t too uncomfortable. It didn’t even taste bad, just kind of salty. To be honest, I’d rather do this than suck the sweat off his balls. He had both hands on my head and his fingers running through my hair, “Ok,” he gasped, “Lick it!” I slowly licked around it, and it was throbbing against my tongue. I should have been grossed out, but I was getting turned on at the thought of it. Besides, but a bet’s a bet, I had to go through with it. Suddenly, he started moaning, and I felt his dick throb on my tongue, I realized he was cumming. I started to gag, but he held me down. I just swallowed as fast as I could so I didn’t have to taste it. Even when he was done, he held my head onto his dick and I felt it get softer and softer in his mouth. “Wow,” He panted and let me go. Even though we both knew what just happened, I felt weird acknowledging it, so I played dumb, “You’re disgusting!” “You lost the bet, you had to do it.” He said again. What he told me next horrified me, “And I know what you’re going to have to do for me. For the rest of the week, every night, you have to do this again.” “Aw, no fair” But I felt my own dick starting to get hard at the thought. “But that’s not all,” He started to laugh, “This idea I got from you. You have to smell all my farts. All of them.” “No!” My eyes widened. Having my mouth on his privates was one thing, but smelling his farts?! “And I mean it. I’m not just gonna fart near you,” he continued, “Your face needs to be pressed up into my ass. I need to feel your nose against my butthole and you can sniff it up from the source.” “That’s gross!” “And sometimes, I fart in the middle of the night,” he put on the underwear that won the worse smelling contest, “so you don’t miss a single one, you’re gonna have to sleep with your face between my asscheeks.” “That’s not fair!” I cried out, “You aren’t going to be farting all night!” “No,” he admitted, “But I don’t want you to miss a single one.” He reached over and pulled up his thin sweat towel, “Don’t worry. I’ll wrap this around your head and tie it so you won’t roll over while you sleep.” He rolled onto his belly, as he usually slept, and said, “Alright, dig in!” I looked down at the round lumps of his butt. I knew he would have been sweating all day…he hadn’t showered…he was wearing the underwear that had a faint skid mark…this was gonna be hell. “Fine” I gulped, and I lowered myself. When I reached his butt, I pressed my face in and nuzzled so it would go deeper. His buttcrack smelt awful; it was a combination of butt and sweat funks, and old dirty underwear scent mixed together. His sweat had dampened the underwear so it was moist and hot on my face. I felt myself begin to sweat. This was going to be the worst week of my life. I felt him wrap the towel around and tie it. I was pressed tightly into his buttcrack. I could barely breathe! And I couldn’t open my mouth so I could only breathe through my nose and take in his gross butt scent. “Good night, little bro,” I felt him mess up my hair with his hand, “Stinky dreams.” After a minute of disgusting fumes, he said, “Wait, wait, dude I have to fart” He let it rip. It was large, all his farts were large and gross. It vibrated against my nose, and immediately the stink made me gag. It was like eggs. “You have to sniff them, remember?” he reminded me. I reluctantly sniffed in deeply. It was horrible. I kept sniffing, but the smell wouldn’t go away. I could still feel the nasty warmth hugging my face. “You still sniffing?” He laughed, “It’s been two minutes! Haha, I guess that’s my fault. See, I get after farts all the time. A LOT of after farts. An after fart is gas that streams out of my ass slowly after I let out a huge fart. It’s like one long quiet fart that seeps out. You have to snort those too. Anyway, goodnight.” It was agony. That night was so hot, I could feel his sweat mix with mine and stick to my face. The smell was awful, because the sweat combined with his dirty underwear, and his butt was right there. My nose hurt a little because it was smashed up in his crack. It was so hot, I couldn’t fall asleep. He started snoring, but I knew if I had gotten up and out of the towel, he would have made it worse for me tomorrow if he caught me. Wasn’t worth the risk. He farted a few more times, all silent but deadly ones. More rotten eggs. I sniffed them up in case he woke up to yell at me. After a long time, I fell asleep from exhaustion, still with my face buried in my brother’s butt. The next morning, I was rudely awaken by a giant fart that smacked me directly up my nose. Since I was asleep, the first thing I did was gasp and breath in deeply through my nose, so the smell assaulted me from the get go. I coughed a bit, and I felt Alex move up to his elbows, “Morning, butt boy.” I groaned, “morning,” into his butt cheeks. He then got up on his knees. I was still tied, so when he propped his butt up, my nose went deeper into his butt crack than it did last night. “Lemme fix this,” He tightened the towel. To keep balanced, I had my knees up too, and my hands were on his sides, which were sticky with sweat. “Alright, a few more farts brewing in me,” He said. I heard the groaning in his guts and whimpered. He released three more monster farts, one after the other. I sniffed them up deeply, and felt myself getting light headed. They all reeked of eggs. “Ok,” I mumbled into his butt several minutes later, “I sniffed them all. Let me out please.” “No, I don’t think so.” He got back down to his sleeping position. “What?!” I nearly screamed into his butt. “I thought about it, and since mom and dad won’t be home, there’s no reason you can’t just stay tied up in my butt like this…” “That’s not what you said!” I cried, still muffled by his sweaty butt cheeks. They seemed to smell worse than before. “Yeah, and I won’t shower or change my underwear.” He continued, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you out when you need to use the bathroom or eat. Plenty of eggs and beans for us. Lucky you, huh?” I felt his butthole press against my nose as another fart busted out and up my nostrils. “Pretty soon,” he laughed, “The smell of my farts will be normal to you. Anyway, no rush getting out of bed. Keep sniffing, cuz there’s plenty more where that came from. I always have a bunch of farts backed up in the morning…” That morning, after forced to vacuum up more of Alex’s farts, he finally got out of bed. He untied me before getting up, I gasped for air and coughed. I had been breathing in pure ass fumes for the past several hours. I could still feel all of his sweat, which soaked through the dirty underwear and onto my face. It felt like a thick film of ass sweat had soaked into my pores. I was gagging because his reeking ass and farts were still hugging my nose, even though I was free. “Morning dude,” He stood up, “now let me adjust a bit and you can go back into my butt.” He pulled his tighty whiteys up. I saw that they were damp with his sweat, and the old skid marks right where my nose had been. I was feeling sick again. “Do I have to?” I asked weakly. I had a headache from how little I slept. “Why can’t I just sniff your farts when you have to fart?” “Hey, first of all, you have to do everything I tell you, remember? So stop complaining. Second, I’ve decided that you’ll just also have to deal with my stinking ass! Here,” he tossed me his knee pads, “so you don’t hurt yourself too much.” I looked at the pads in my lap. “…you want me to crawl around behind you?” “Yep” he had a huge, stupid smirk on his face. Only one week of this hell. “…fine.” I couldn’t fight him. Besides, he’s bigger than me and could pin me down and make me deal with his ass anyway. He stood in front of me, lightly shaking his bubbly cheeks. I fit the pads on over my knees, then got on the ground. He didn’t move. This was so embarrassing, he wanted me to willingly press my face into his butt. I sighed deeply. Only one week. I could get through this. With his musky butt just a few inches away, I grabbed onto his thighs and pulled myself back in. The moisture and heat of his butt crack greeted me again, again the sweat and the filthy underpants amplified his musk. I breathed shallow, through my mouth, but even so I his butt funk was lingering up my nose. I felt him wrap the sweat towel around his hips and the back of my head, and then him tightening it so my face was pressed even more into his crack. My nose was crunched up in there. “If you need to get out for the bathroom or to eat, just let me know” I heard him call down, “Tap on my ass cuz it’s hard to tell what you’re saying when your in there.” With a chuckle, he started walking forward. I grabbed onto his thighs and stumbled on my knees. His pads hurt a bit since they dug into my leg but it was better than kneecap bruises I guess. I felt him walk out the room, then turn the corner. As I followed him, his big butt cheeks grinded against my face and wobbled my head back and forth. The dampness of his sweat was grossing me out again, and I felt myself sweating from the heat of the house and of his butt. My sweat was mixing with his sweat again…If I saw this happening to some other guy, I’d probably laugh until I pissed myself. I should have never made this stupid bet. This was so gross and embarrassing. He reached the bathroom and brushed his teeth. I stayed behind him, waiting for him to finish. Maybe I should ask him to let me out to use the bathroom? Even if I can’t get out of this bet, I can at least make the most of all the time I have free out of his butt. I could even wash my face. “Hey, Chris,” I heard him mutter with a mouth full of toothpaste, “Knock, knock” I had a feeling I knew what would happen, “Who’s there” my voice was muffled in his cheeks “Interrupting fart.” Oh no. I cringed, knowing exactly what would happen, “Interrupting far-,” His butthole pressed against my nose through the fabric and spat out another beast of a fart. He was laughing at his own joke, I felt his body shake with laughter. I held my breath, trying to avoid the stink, but at this range, he basically injected his fart up my nose and I couldn’t not smell it. He smacked the back of my head, I groaned out. The pain was dull, and he said, “Hey, you’re supposed to smell it all. I don’t want to smell any of my gas, and I swear to God if I get even a whiff of fart that you missed, I’ll punch you in the balls.” That was enough to break me. I snorted up the rancid fart. Just as eggy as before, Jesus what did he eat?! I followed him on my knees, sniffing up his ass as much as I could to get rid of all the fart fumes. I could barely see much beyond his cheeks, other than his muscular back and the back of his messy redhead, but I could tell we were in the kitchen. I heard him opening and closing the fridge, walking over to the pantry, then to the stove. All the while being as obedient as I can. I walked around with my face firmly between his butt cheeks, maybe for 20 minutes, but thankfully he didn’t fart again. “Just making breakfast, want some eggs?” He asked. “Please” I tapped on his butt like he asked. He let me out, again I swallowed as much fresh air as I could. His musk was still on my nose but I had gotten used to it by now. I stood up, my knees hurt from walking around in those pads. I sat at the counter next to him, and saw he was eating eggs and baked beans with coffee. “You’re eating beans for breakfast?!” I didn’t care that my voice was higher pitched and whiney. This was stupid. “Yeah, they do it in England.” He smirked, shoveling another forkful of beans into his mouth. He was just doing this to make worse farts for me. God, he’s never going to run out of gas at this rate. I made myself eat the eggs. “By the way, you know my friend Mike?” Mike was on the football team with him at school. He was a big guy; linebacker. “Yeah?” “He’ll be coming over later. So until then, I think I’ll let you out of my ass.” “Thanks,” I smiled, but it vanished in a second, “Wait, what do you mean until he gets here?” “For everything I’ve planned for the rest of the day, I think you deserve a bit of a break. I told him about the bet, and he thinks it’s hilarious. When he comes over, you’ll have to do what he says also.” “You’re doing too much,” I complained, “I said the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the week, but I only meant one thing!” “Never said that,” He shrugged, “You only said ‘whatever the winner wants’. You’re lucky I’m going so easy on you, I could have you doing more. So stop being a bitch about it.” I tossed my plate into the sink and stormed to the bathroom to wash my face. He was right, I’m stuck being his slave until next Thursday. Mike seemed like a nice guy the few times he’s been over, maybe he’ll go easy on me? … At around noon, I heard the bell ring, and cringed. I knew that my break from Alex’s disgusting ass was over, and God knows what I would have to do for Mike. “Hey Fart Boy, introduce yourself to my guest!” I heard laughter from the hall. My stomach felt cold, but I got out of bed and dragged myself over. Mike was kind of scary. Like I said, he seemed nice, but he was huge. He was taller than Alex, and he had bigger arms and legs. He had a thick torso. He towered over me like a giant when walked over. “Hi,” I mumbled. “Is that how you speak to a guest?” Alex raised his voice, faux mad, Mike snickered. “Try again; Hello Mike, I’m Fart Boy. If you need to fart at any time, feel free to let it loose in my nose or mouth.” I cringed. I would have to sniff up Mike’s farts too? I gulped, my face burning with embarrassment, “Hello Mike, I’m Fart Boy. If you need to fart at any time…” My voice cracked. I can’t believe Alex had me stoop so low. “…feel free to let it loose in my nose or mouth.” Mike let out a booming laugh, “I might take you up on that offer, Fart Dude.” He and Alex walked to the living room. Alex made me follow. At first, they were just watching some show on Comedy Central, and talking, but they kept me next to them on the couch. No farts yet. I was hoping that there wouldn’t be any more for a while. They kept commanding me to bring them snacks and pop from the kitchen. “Hey, Fart Boy,” Mike shaked his glass, letting the ice cubes clink, “can you get me a refill?” “Right away, Sir,” I felt sick to my stomach, both the nickname and the fact I had to serve him. But getting him a glass of Coke was much better than having to deal with more farts. I came back with a full glass of coke, but before I could hand it to him, Mike said, “Wait dude, haha, get your face down here” He scooted forward a bit and lifted both legs, spread eagle, his basketball short clad ass pointed at me. I sighed and got down to my knees to press my nose into the indent. His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in more and I felt his butthole push against the tip of my nose. The fart he let out was deep, but luckily light. I coughed from the scent – just pure ass – but reflexively I sniffed it up, and kept sniffing until I knew it was gone. “Wow dude, your brother’s a pro. He should find a job like this when he’s older.” Mike boomed over me. Alex laughed. “If only.”

God this armpits! I can just imagine the stink coming off of them! How I desperately want to the his slave so I can just smell and lick his sweaty armpits!

This hot hunk deserves a slave who is willing to smell and lick those delicious armpits after a workout, only to serve as his fart cushion and/or foot rest to smell and lick his ass and feet! I would absolutely love to be that slave!

Imagine how good they will smell after the game, it would be an honor to be waiting for either one to come back and use my face to rest up. Whether they sit and fart on my face, make me smell their sweaty feet or armpits, I’ll be there for it all!

USA

Yet another hot black alpha I’m dying to get on my knees for so I can inhale the stench of his feet, armpits, ass, and farts

A gorgeous guy with amazing feet that I just want to smell so badly

(Pt 3) The Gassy Master - Dual Punishment

The gagged twink was thrown onto the bed next to me, Jake pulled out another identical sleeping bag from the wardrobe. Ben looked over at Jake saying “We really doing this” Jake nodded and said, “Oh fuck yes we are”. I didn’t know what was going on, I was still hard in the sleeping bag and wanted to cum so badly. I looked to my left at the gagged and bound slave and was shocked when I noticed who it was. I must have been dazed before, after wearing that gas mask for so long. It was my friend from uni, Alfie. Was he into this? Alfie was cute but came across really straight. I couldn’t imagine him being into this, he didn’t look too happy though. He was trying to talk to me through his gag, his muffled screams did nothing. However, he was probably in shock at seeing me too inside a sleeping bag in a room that reeked of farts and burps and dry cum. It was at this moment Jake came over, he looked over both of us. “Ok, boys here is what’s gonna happen. We need a full-time slave to use, we are going to use Aflie as leverage.” Jake looked into my eyes, quite menacingly. I was scared of what they would do next. Jake continued “We have taken Alfie to convince you to stay here willingly and suffer our gas forever. He will be gas masked to my ass while I eat 2 cans of beans, he will then start to suffer when my vile gas kicks in” Alfie moaned. Trying to say no to the idea clearly, he was looking at me and Jake whilst thrashing around gagged. Jake slowly placed his hand on my dick, still hard from the toxic torture I endured. “All you have to do is say yes to me and Ben being your gassy masters for the rest of your life” I refused. They had to be joking. They wouldn’t prey on someone innocent who hadn’t even said they wanted it. Alfie looked in terror, Jake summoned Ben over. He brought the gas mask, to my surprise the mask was fitted over my face again, the toxic remanence still lingering. They connected the dual hose again, but this time one leading to Jake’s ass and the other to Bens’s. Jake ran his hand over my dick and said “Night bitch”. They both opened up their asses and released a barrage of farts down the tubes, I could hear them laughing as I slowly passed out. I woke up again, this time in an upright position. Still, in the sleeping bag, it was wet around my dick, I must have cummed recently without knowing. I was still in a gas mask, could feel the tube hanging from the bottom of it but couldn’t see where it went. I looked over, and opposite me tied to the wall was Alfie. He was tied up, with a gas mask on too, he looked drained. He was wearing grey joggers and a T-shirt. His grey joggers had a wet patch near his dick, had he cum too? It was at this point I needed to fart myself, I let one out it wasn’t anything big but mine did tend to stink a fair bit. I thought it was in the sleeping bag so not too bad, I then heard Alfie start to choke. Ben walked in, “I see you’ve noticed that you now have to punish your friend” Ben picked up the hose showing it going from the bottom of my sleeping bag to Alfie’s mask. Ben then picked up a separate tube going to the sleeping bag, he farted down it and watched as both me and Alfie choked on his gas. This was not going to end well…

(Pt 2) The Gassy Master - Jakes Friend Ben

I woke up in a daze, I tried to look around but I couldn’t see anything just the roof. I still felt the sleeping bag as I moved around and I definitely still had the gas mask on. The smell of farts still lingered.

My mouth was so dry with his socks, the taste still very much in my mouth. The horrible taste mixed with the left over gas didn’t help.

I heard the door open, and Jake say “this is it” a male voice I didn’t recognise said “holy fuck, you’ve secured him well” I struggled a bit to see if I could find out who this person was but it was at this point I realised I was strapped down now. That was new.

Jake leant over me and looked down, his cute face smiled with a cheeky grin as he said “I have got you a new friend, his name is Ben he can fart on command and burp on command. Your in for a treat, I’m off out for the day I will be back later” I screamed and squirmed as true smiling Jake moved away from me.

Ben soon showed his face, he towered over me. He was wearing an adidas tracksuit, with white stains around the crotch, my eyes locked onto that bulge. He said “I see you’ve noticed my cum stains, I always cum when I torture slaves”. My eyes widened, what was going to happen to me.

Ben grabbed the tube to the gas mask, un screwing it. This was good maybe he would taker me out of it.

He screwed something back on, I couldn’t tell what it was at first until he showed me two tubes. It was then I realised he had fitted some sort of splitter to attach two tubes. I shaked and moaned. He sat over my chest looking down at me.

He showed me inserting one tube into his tracksuit, the smell immediately hit me. It was rancid. The smell of his ass plus the cum was absolutely toxic. Nothing I had taken before. Where the fuck had Jake found this stinky man.

The other tube he kept a hold of. I then heard him gasping for air, thinking to myself that will teach him. He then placed the tube next to his mouth and let out the loudest burp ever. The whole mask vibrated with the power of it, then the smell hit me. Fuck. It was rancid, I have no idea what he had eaten but it was absolutely toxic. The small was unimaginable. I saw him laugh as he sat over me. Then my cock vibrated, he was sat right on it.

The fart wasn’t too loud, but had a lot of power behind it. The smell again, was toxic. The raw eggy stench filled the mask as he continued to burp down one of the tubes and rip silent but deadly farts down the other end.

Each fart vibrated by dick more and more, each more toxic than the last. They weren’t loud, just powerful and toxic. How would I survive. I moved and thrashed as much as I could, however there was no stopping him.

I was close to cumming, this wasn’t good. This would have been the second time I had came in this toxic sleeping bag. Luckily before I climaxed he got off me. Laying down next to me, he turned the TV on and ignored me. He watched TV for around 2 hours. Gassing down the tube when he needed too.

The other tube that he frequently used for burps was also used for another purpose. He had his trainers, that he would put the tube into, these mixed with the taste of Jakes gag was not good. The smell was just toxic, they clearly hadn’t been washed in years.

I endured this torture for around 3-4 hours in total, even with him watching TV. I didn’t realise how bad this was going to be when Jake got back. I heard the door open, Jake belched loudly as he entered the room saying “guess who’s back” Ben farted one more time, and belched down the gas mask saying to Jake “he’s been a good slave, i have kept him entertained”

Jake laughed, he then ripped the gas mask off me, meaning i could finally move my head slightly, i looked around and Jake was at the door, with a cute twink gagged and bound nest to him… what was this? What was he going to do with him?

(Pt 1) The Gassy Master - Meet Up

/ Story based a little on truth and what me and Jake actually get up too, but might make this a series - includes farts, burps, cum \

I didn’t know what to expect, I met the guy online. Jake was his name, he was cute and very kinky and he had a fart fetish which I kinda liked the idea of as it sounded pretty controlling and a fitting punishment for me. I hadn’t really done much with guys, I am not really into the usual stuff like anal, I just wanted to be controlled by someone, however I didn’t quite know what that would look like.

That’s when I found him, I was on Tinder and as I was swiping through then this brown haired guy smiled out of the screen at me. He was cute, and way out of my league. I scrolled down the see his profile:

“Looking for my next victim, think you can handle being used for hours on end? Swipe right.”

I did just that. I waited, and waited then about a week later we matched and he messaged me:

“Hey bitch, so you think you could take it?”

I was in shock, having never done anything like this is hesitantly replied, “yes” he snapped back with “yes, what?” I didn’t quite know what he meant, he then replied again saying “you should say yes master” I agreed, as I typed messages back and forth by dick throbbed.

We eventually decided to meet, on Saturday. It was Friday. To say I was scared was a MASSIVE understatement.

I walked into his apartment with my overnight bag, being optimistic I had packed for a night. He lead me into his room, Jake’s massive ass bouncing up and down as he walked around. It’s at this point to mention he was even hotter in person, like just cute. I would not have expected him to be like what he was.

The bed was in the centre of his room, on the bed was a very thick sleeping bag to the side of it were leather handcuffs and then a gas mask. This made me more nervous, sure he told me what he was gonna do to me, but I didn’t really believe it. Until now.

He looked at me and said “you sure about this” I replied quietly with “yes” he looked at me, anger building in his face he ran towards me and thew me against the wall, pinning my neck with his muscly arm. He said “what?” I didn’t know what he meant. He went in to kiss me, as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly I felt him belch right down my throat “wtf” I said, he looked at me and went “wtf master you mean” keeping a strong tight hold.

He held my head and belched towards my nose once more, this smelling even more awful. He looked right into my eyes and said “call me master, or I will publish you harder” I nodded to agree.

Wasn’t going to make that mistake again. With the taste and smell of his disgusting burp still lingering he gestured over to the bed, saying the words “strip for me”. I took off my clothes and waited for my next instructions.

He came over and attached the leather handcuffs to my hands and feet, I wasn’t free anymore. He dragged me over to the bed, and told me to get into the sleeping bag. It was quite cosy being honest, felt nice against the skin but stank of rotten eggs and weeks old dry cum.

He slowly zipped up the bag, with a little laugh as he did it. He looked down and said “right bitch, it’s time for me to unload this gas I’ve been holding in” I was a bit scared and asked by master if we could wait a few minutes before starting.

Instead of doing that, he took his socks off, they were meant to be white I think, but the whole bottom was brown. I could smell them from here. He told me to open wide, after what happened with the burp I didn’t was to refuse.

I opened my mouth and he stuffed his sock in, fuck. It tasted bad. So bad, I can’t even begin to scribe the taste it was just rotten. I tried spitting it out, but he held my mouth shut. He grabbed some gaffa tape and bound my mouth shut.

I was now silent, not able to protest the stinky torture I was about to endure. He reached over me and grabbed the gas mask, as I shook my head in protest thinking he would listen the grin on his face grew.

Had he done this before? He must of. But he was so excited for it to happen, I was beginning to regret what I had agreed too. I was secured, no escape in a thick sleeping bag, gagged with his dirty sock and now having a gas mask fitted to my face.

I could see out the eye holes of the mast, my view was mostly restricted. I felt him sit next to me, I looked up and could see him, he looked like he was towering over me, he was still hot even after all this.

I felt him attach a tube to the bottom of the gas mask, as I breathed the smell was ok. Then all of a sudden the smell and feel of the air changed, the air was warm and smelt a little eggy. I thought, this is it, I think I can handle this.

He looked down and said “ready bitch boy?” I then realised that smell was just his ass, not a fart. Shook my head, he smiled and let out a massive bubbly fart down the tube, I heard the sound of it, then the smell hit me in waves.

It was TOXIC, absolutely vile. I had no choice to inhale it, my mouth full of his disgusting socks. I screamed, muffled by his socks and forced to breath in his deadly air, the eye holes started to condensate making it very difficult to see anything.

I tried to move but I was stuck, then he ripped another vile fart down the tube, this time was even worse than last time. This is the moment I felt his hand go down to my dick. Through the sleeping bag he touched my dick rubbing it, making me harder and harder.

He was basically wanking me off to his deadly gas, but he was very good at this. It felt so good, but the smell was so bad. He ripped even more farts, each louder and stinkier than the last. It was gross, I was screaming my dick getting harder and harder as he used it, until… I came. It felt amazing although that was short lived as a massive SBD ripped down the tube all I could do was smell it, I didn’t hear it coming. Just the toxic wave of air made it so much worse. It was this moment I passed out cold.

Who want’s part two? Comment below.

All that sweat on his ass is so HOT! I just wanna stick my nose in there and smell it all!

#81 all sweaty