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You and a few other friends end up sleeping over at another's place after a party, and you end up in an inflatable bed with one other person. As you're preparing to fall asleep, the heat of the person facing you, mixed with their deep breathing across your face, you're being kept awake. "Hey, do you think you could flip to the other end? You're a little in my face", you ask them politely. They agree and move their head to the opposite side, where your feet lay.

You close your eyes and attempt falling asleep once more, but something lingers in the back of your mind as you finally start drifting off. A smell. You open your eyes and see your friends massive bulge in their boxers, heat radiating from it as they slowly bring it closer to your face, their musk filling your lungs. Finally close enough to touch your face, they suddenly pull your head between their thighs, positioning your head so your nose is right up against their sweaty nuts, with no chance of escaping. You try using your arms to push against them and somehow slip loose of their grasp, to no avail, as your fingers start getting caught in their boxers. "Jeez, if you wanted me to pull them off, you could've just asked" they said, giggling to themselves, as they reach down and release their member. You view is completely obscured by the sweaty piece of meat as it becomes your whole world, it's smell alone dominating you.

"Drooling already, huh?" They ask you, grinding themselves against your trapped face a few times. They begin forcing their fingers past your lips, feeling around your mouth. They forcefully grab your tongue and rub it between their fingers, making you salivate around them. "Such a needy hole already.." They say as they withdraw their hand, wiping the remaining spit from their fingers along their shaft. "Now, open up" they command, moving their fingers back to your mouth and forcing it around the tip of their cock, thrusting themselves gently deeper and deeper. They sigh contentedly and say, "Thank God you had the idea to flip over, this is way more comfortable" you hear them say, as they force themselves completely down your throat as everything fades to darkness.

Cute puppy/biting fixation partner constantly whimpering for you until you give in and *finally* hold out your arm for them. They pounce on it immediately, gentle bites here and there, getting rougher and rougher as time goes on, them using you as a chew toy to satiate their borderline addiction. Hours later they finally tire themselves out and you get your arm back and it's covered in bite marks and drool, dripping down your arm as you grab a towel you put aside before, as you're used to the aftermath by now.

Waking up to them the next morning nibbling against your neck, looking down and realising they've been using your body all night as their own personal chew toy, evident by the tooth dents through your clothes and all over your exposed skin. Taking off your clothes damp with their spit and telling them off as you have a million times before.

A friend of yours calls you over to help them "clean", but never specifying what exactly they need help cleaning. You arrive and they bring you into their room and tell you to get under their desk, so you listen, assuming there's a mess of wires or something behind the desk you can't see from standing there. You crawl into the small space and hear your friend moving a chair in behind you as you notice they're also not wearing any clothes while their crotch is directly In front of your face. "Now, get to work" they say, grabbing a tuft of your hair and bringing you to their crotch. The smell is overwhelming, and you realise they needed you over to clean their BALLS. You can see the sweat on their balls glistening as you get closer, the musky scent taking over every other smell. "I said get to work!" They shout as they rub your face into their crotch, slightly grinding against your face, smearing their balls against you as you feel the sweat sticking to your face. Reluctantly, you stick your tongue out and drag it across their balls. The smell is nowhere even close to the taste that overcomes your senses. Your tastebuds overpowered by this raunchy flavour coupled with the slimy texture their sweat has given them. "Finally", they breathe out, with a sigh of relief.

You hear them typing away on their keyboard and hear the faint sound of moaning, their other hand goes to their cock as they begin stroking above your face, their pre falling down into your hair, sliding across your forehead as they beat faster and faster. You try to back up a little but their grip still in your hair is like a vice. They notice you begin to slow down while being forced to worship their balls so they give your head a violent shake before bringing you back to their musky nuts. You finally give in, worshipping their balls while they jerk off above you, ignoring you entirely. They stop every now and again, probably changing porn videos above you,but there's no way to tell as they just leave their cock sitting on your face, leaking through your hair as you continue making out with their balls.

It's hard to tell how long it's been, but you guess maybe a full hour later they start getting close to finishing. You feel their balls contracting in your mouth and they start jerking off even faster than before. Hearing them grunt and moan above you as they spill across your face, coating your hair with their cum. They pull their chair back for a second and wipe their tip across your face and along your lips, using you as a cumrag to clean their cock. Finally, they pull you out from your musky prison and tell you to leave their place, as you're far too dirty to hang around right now, as they lock the door behind you.

Your partner yelling over the sea of people at the party they're throwing to please give a proper goodbye to their pet (you) after witnessing someone disrespecting you by giving you a little kiss on the cheek for goodbye.

Immediately after, as the rest of the guests prepare to leave, you're now being spat on by friends as your partners preferred way of saying goodbye to you as they exit the party.

Your face literally dripping from the sheer amount of spit all over your body, coating your hair while your owner takes pics and posts it on the party's group page for everyone to save for themselves, to be used for any purposes.

Knowing how hard it is for your bestie to find someone to indulge them in their kinks, you offer yourself up as a Christmas present for a day as their slave, promising to let them do everything they've dreamed of. Immediately they pounce on you, tying you up, spreader bar between your legs and bone gag stuck in your mouth, naked besides a collar and a Santa hat on your head. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have NO idea how hard it is for someone like me to find a person that is just as depraved as me" they exclaim. "You know, I was actually worried you thought I was weird for this sort of thing, but if you're offering to be my slave... you must love it too!" They conclude, giddily. "You look absolutely PERFECT like this - I know you said no pictures but I hope you don't mind if I take a few anyway, you are MY slave after all" they explain, pulling out a camera and snapping a few pics. "Also, PLEASE don't hate me for this but I already know you must've been joking about this being for one day only, right? I mean, if you know anything about my sort of kinks, you need to understand that I can't be satisfied and be able to do everything I've wanted to do with just ONE day?" They say ominously, a sly grin flashing across their face as they see the look of fear in your eyes as you thrash against your restraints. "Glad you seem so excited! Naturally, I'm gonna assume you're prepared to go days, weeks or even months as my slave if I feel like it!" They say, clearly enjoying themselves, having you in such a vulnerable situation. "God, I have so many ideas - and even if I run out, I can always ask some of my friends for a little extra! Maybe I should send them some of these pics of you on the floor, all tied up and submissive for me!", pretending to put on a thinking face while scrolling their phone. "Oh! I know! Maybe I should invite some over and make some of their dreams come true too.... this really is the perfect present for me! Thank you so so so much bestie - I promise to treat you well!"

Going to a Christmas party being thrown by some friends for the holidays and being told to wear "slutty" festive clothes to fit the theme of the party. Upon arriving, it's clear that you were the only one given that set of instructions, as every other person at the party is dressed in completely normal clothes, but you decide to not let it get to you and just try and enjoy yourself despite the humiliation. The host of the party calls you over to help prepare for the "activities" for the night. "Oops", they say, grabbing your attention, "I hope you know the rules to follow when around a mistletoe" continuing as they point to their crotch, while holding a mistletoe slightly above their waist. You laugh it off and go to continue what you were doing before they roughly grab your hair and pull you to your knees before them, the guests around you cheering them on and urging you to not be a party pooper. You try to say this joke is going too far before they interrupt you. "Joke? This isn't a joke, slut, give your new lover a kiss" they say as they grind their already bulging crotch against your face, their faint musk leaking through their pants. They let you go and begin unzipping while two other guests continue to hold you down in front of them, pushing your face against their cock as they finally pull their pants down, precum already smearing across your face. "You see, the only reason you're here is to be used as a party favour - why do you think I asked you to dress like what you are?" They explain while entwining your hair around one of their hands as they slap your face with their cock with the other. You sob quietly and look around to see if anyone would help you but all you notice is some taking off their own pants, some feeling up others while watching you, a few even had their hands down their pants touching themselves to the sight of your humiliation. Then you notice all of them have a mistletoe somewhere on their person as they smirk, jiggling it slightly in your direction and you realise you're going to be in for a long night.

Before even finishing the last thought, your mouth is pried open by the two others that were holding you down while your "friend" with their hand in your hair forces their cock into your mouth. Shoving it as deep as they can, retracting slightly just to push in further and further. The two people on either side of you feeling you up, licking and sucking on your neck, gently caressing your body as you relentlessly drool down your chest. Finally the cock reaches the back of your mouth and meets immediate resistance from your throat, which they deal with by pounding harder and harder, forcing their way through. The entire room taken over by the lewd sounds of gagging, slurping and the choking of a slut. You hear them moan above you as they finish deep within your throat, forcing you to swallow all of their seed. After exiting your throat, you begin coughing but are suddenly pulled by your hair and another cock is down your throat, thrusting into you with the intent of breeding your throat. You feel some warm spurts land on your body and realise people are literally getting off on your body, feeling people's cum slide down your back, some landing in your hair as you tear up, being used as little more than a fleshlight.

Trying to jerk away from cock after cock, but each pass of resistance being caught, followed by your current user humping rougher against your face. Constantly having your throat filled with cum, ushering sloppy gurgling sounds each time as you're practically drowning in their cum. Salty balls ballsacks constantly slapping against your slick chin, your body covered in multiple layers of cum. Finally, the last cock leaves your mouth, spilling over your face and hair, leaving you a panting mess on the floor surrounded by people all still touching themselves. "Let's give the slut a white Christmas they won't soon forget" the host jokes as they begin painting your entire body white, leaving you in a puddle of mess, mentioning how they should do this every year...

Planning on waking your partner up with morning head on Christmas day, waking up before them and sneaking below the covers, quietly undressing them. The smell alone practically knocks you back, making you second guess as you remember they didn't have time to shower properly after they got home from work last night, but deciding that their pleasure is worth a little discomfort on your end. You begin licking their balls, gently jerking their shaft, working to get them hard. It doesn't take long before they're completely bricked up and dripping pre down your hand, which you lick up, the flavour overpowering your tastebuds. You flick your tongue around the head of their cock, taking it into your mouth as you begin sucking. Taking it deeper and deeper, fucking your own face on their cock while they sleep, pushing yourself to take them down your throat, when all of a sudden, their hands shoot to your head and hold you down while they cross their legs behind you, effectively trapping their cock down your throat. You hear rustling around above you and some slight jingling of what sounds like metal and before you know it, your hands are cuffed behind your back as they slowly let you retract your head so you can look up at them. A lustful smile playing across their lips as they look down on you, grabbing their phone from their bedside table, taking pictures and starting to record a video as they talk to you. "Look at you so desperately trying to please my cock! You know, I was going to shower first thing in the morning, but I really am grateful of this present you're giving me - cleaning my cock with your tongue and mouth. I didn't realise you were such a muskslut, maybe I should reward you with even more of this more often", they say mischievously as you thrash against them, trying to tell them they're wrong. They tighten their legs grip on the back of your head, forcing you down onto their crotch again as you choke around them. "I'm happy you're so excited at just the mere prospect of it, but do stay in the present darling", they begin moaning as they grind against you, their cock forcing itself through the resistance of your throat. You feel their slick balls against your chin as they churn with the cum you know will be forced straight to your stomach soon, drool sliding down and onto the bed below you. You here more clicks as you realise they're still taking pictures of you, which you know they'll share around whenever they feel like it, as you whine in response. "You're right, we should hurry this up - it is Christmas day after all", they tease as they grab tufts of your hair with both hands and begin drilling up into your throat, lewd slurps and gags filling both your ears as you struggle to take them fully. They continue forcing themselves into you, regardless of how much you're struggling, breathing harder and harder before finally thrusting deeper than ever before and holding you down on them, cumming straight down your throat as you're forced to swallow whatever is given to you. They begin pulling out to allow a few spurts to cover your tongue so you can savour the taste of them, as a reward, before pulling out completely. Their spit-shined cock still hard and leaning against your face, the smell of their unwashed body filling your nostrils as they grind their balls across your face, making you even more of a mess. "Thank you so much for this wonderful gift, my love - we need to do this more often" they say, panting, to which you can only moan in response as they pat your head as you lay there breathless.

Inviting a friend over to play smash or some other video game to spend/pass the time with them. They mention how it's getting a bit boring just playing the regular old modes and that you need something to up the stakes. "What about a bet?" You ask them, mostly joking. "Sure! Loser gets to be the winners fleshlight for a week!" They respond excitedly, laughing at their comment so much you assume they must be joking. You go back to playing the game and it seems like they've become a completely different person. No more little comments or casual conversation - they're entirely engrossed by the game and are focusing so intensly you had no chance to keep up with them. The game is over and you've gone 0-3 to them.

You turn to them, laughing at the miserable display you've put on as they're fumbling with something in their bag. Suddenly, they pounce on you, forcing your hands behind your back and cuffing them - you try to protest but they force a metallic tasting ring into your mouth. You try to close it but soon realise they've forced a ring gag into you! Your muffled protests do little in the way of stopping them from what they've clearly come prepared to do. "You were gonna end up like this one way or another, I'm just glad you brought up the perfect reason for me to do this!" They say as they finish tightening the gag, pulling their pants down and letting their cock flop out onto your face. It reeks and is completely sweaty as they smear it across your cheeks and rub it on your forehead, marking you with their scent in a gloating manner. "I hope you haven't had much to eat today, because I'm going to be treating my little fleshlight to a LOT of cum".

Your partner calls you into their office saying they've got an online meeting and they'd like to be as comfortable as possible throughout it, all while failing to mention just how long the meeting will go for. Convincing you to let them use your face as their chair. "If you keep me feeling good during the entire meeting, I MIGHT touch you later on", they say with a wink before promptly planting their ass directly on your face. "Now, start making out with my asshole and I'll let you taste my cum later", they say in a demanding tone, grinding their entire backside across your face.

Apparently just your tongue isn't enough stimulation for them as they start grinding more and more against you, their voice hitching every now and then when being asked a question by their employers. It's hard to tell just how much time has passed while you've been squashed between their cheeks, but it has to have been longer than an hour. You hear them tell the people on call that they need to go use the bathroom quickly, before muting their mic and saying, "I hope you're ready for this", and giggling. They grind back so their pussy is right up against your mouth and you can feel how wet they are, having been using you to get themselves off the entire time. "If you don't swallow, it's gonna cover your entire body" they warn. You begin to beg them to just use the toilet when they cut you off by pissing right into your open mouth. You splutter and their piss ends up running down your body as you try and catch as much as you can in your mouth and swallow. "Such a good toilet for me", they say with pride, before reaching down to play with themselves over your mouth until they cum over you, their juices mixing with the piss all over your body. You ask them if they're finished yet but they just sit back on your face, grinding again, with your nose constantly touching up their asshole as the smell overtakes your senses causing you to gag, which, in turn makes them giggle.

The meeting lasted for about another 2 hours. Finally, you were free from the sweaty prison your face was encased in, still sticky while sucking in deep breaths of fresh air. "Now, I DID promise I'd touch you if you did good enough for me, and I keep my promises" they say, eyes twinkling at the excitement they can see on your face. However, unbeknownst to you, their meaning of "touch" isn't as fun as you were expecting it to be, which you realise as you see them getting out the small pink chastity cage which is usually kept for punishments only. You start to whine and they stop you with a stinging slap across your cheek and you quiet down, submitting to them. They then proceed to equip the chastity cage on you, while you sit their, biting your tongue in fear of another slap.

"You made such a perfect chair for me, so it's time for your reward!", they say excitedly, telling you to lean back on your arms, while spreading your legs. You watch them as they seductively walk towards you, wearing nothing but stockings. You see the lust in their eyes as they use their feet to tease you through your cage, unable to feel any actual pleasure as you strain against the weak material. "If you cum like a good toy, I'll give you the best reward I can think of, but if you don't cum from just this stimulation alone.... I hope you're ready for an extreme punishment" they say ominously as they continue feeling you up with their feet alone.

This is important.

I’m a big fan of Nostalgia Critic and Channel Awesome, and if I wasn’t half-asleep, I would have shared this video when I first watched it yesterday, because it’s god damn important and we need to stand with the content creators we love.

But now, #WTFU is officially something Markiplier wants you to support, too. He wants everyone to stand behind this, just like he will.

Share this, make it trend, make it heard. The Markiplier community is huge, and has a loud voice that can be heard. This abuse of the Fair Use has got to stop and you have to make the big companies who abuse it know this.

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