(Contains: M/M, Farting, face-farting, mouth-farting, ass-licking, oral sex, poor hygiene/body odour, feet licking, dirty feet, tongue-bath, incest (cousins), underage (unspecified ages, intending to be between 17-19). Non-consensual.
Sequel will contain scat and scat-eating.)
Jamie was dreading the night ahead. His cousin Scott, a year older than him and a couple feet taller, was staying over. For as long as Jamie could remember, Scott had always tormented him. While Scott wasn’t necessarily violent, he still gave him hell by mocking him, spreading lies about him, and forcing him to smell his armpits and farts. Anything Scott thought would humiliate him. Jamie hated that he was scared of the older teen, since while Scott may be bigger than him, he wasn’t exactly buff. He did, however, have toned, lean muscles from running around with his asshole friends, and something in his face—maybe it was his eyes or the way he smiled—was feral. A mere look from Scott provoked dread in his poor cousin. He could overpower the much smaller Jamie and he often did just for the fun of it.
The worst part was how much Jamie’s parents adored their nephew. The guy knew how to turn on the charm when he needed to, and it had the two adults eating out of his hand. They never understood Jamie’s dislike of the older boy, and Scott always took advantage of that to gain even more control over his favorite target. Tonight was no different.
The air mattress Scott was supposed to be sleeping on had mysteriously sprung a hole. Then, once that was patched, it sprung another. Scott, claiming to not want to be any trouble, had offered to share Jamie’s queen-sized bed for the night.
‘No,’ Jamie said, ‘I’m not sharing with him, he can sleep on the couch.’
His mother frowned. ‘He’s too tall for the couch. You’ve shared a bed with your friends before, and it’s only for one night, so stop being difficult.’
‘But he stinks! I bet he doesn’t even shower.’ That wasn’t a lie. Scott had greasy hair, a shiny face, and always reeked of body odour—another thing his parents never seemed to notice.
‘He’s a teenage boy—you all smell sometimes. Now, you’re sharing with him and that’s final!’
Once the woman left, Scott poked his head into the bedroom with a vicious grin.
‘What are you going to do?’ Jamie asked meekly. He hated that smile.
‘I’m not going to do anything.’
‘Sure.’
He chuckled. ‘No, really. You’ll be torturing yourself all on your own this time.’
Jamie went over the implications in his head and shivered. He had no idea what Scott was going to make him do, but he looked excited, so he must have a plan. Scott wasn’t normally the sort to plan, he did whatever he felt like in the moment, so this was new, terrifying territory.
Scott stuck his tongue out and left.
Later that night, when they were settling in under the covers, Scotts put his hands behind his head. He was shirtless, so Jamie—now eye-level with Scott’s armpits—was overwhelmed by the putrid, musky odour. He gagged.
‘The fuck, man? You reek!’
Scott laughed. ‘Yeah, I know. Horrendous, isn’t it?’
‘And you didn’t shower?’
Scott smirked. ‘There’s no reason to, not when you’re here to clean me up.’
Jamie leaned on his elbow and looked down at Scott’s face, the same face he always made when he was about to do something awful, and felt his blood turn cold. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘It means that I know about the trip you and your friends are taking next month—congrats to Cory for getting his license, by the way—and there’s no chance your mother would let you go if she new about the $50 you took out of her wallet earlier tonight.’
‘I would never steal from her.’
Scott hummed. ‘And yet, the money is now in your wallet. Funny that. If I told her I saw you take the money, and she found it in your wallet, what do you think will happen? Which of us would she believe?’
Jamie didn’t reply. He racked his brain for a way out of whatever was happening, but there wasn’t one. His parents knew he had no cash on him, his father drove him to the bank when he put everything into his savings account so he wouldn’t spend any of it before the trip, and his mother never had more than one hundred dollars on her at a time. It was obvious how this’d look, and so far they’d believed every single lie Scott had ever told them.
‘But,’ Scott continued, ‘if I don’t say anything, you can always get up early tomorrow morning and return the money before she even notices.’
‘Okay,’ Jamie said, sitting up completely. His heart raced and the blood was pooling—pounding—in his ears. ‘What do you want me to do?’
‘I want you to,’ he stretched so that his arms were above his head, fingers running slowly along the headboard, ‘lick every inch of my body until it’s completely clean.’
Jamie blanched. ‘Gross, are you queer?’
‘Does it matter?’ he snapped. ‘What matters here is you doing what I say, when I say it, so you aren’t in deep shit with your parents.’
‘Please, Scott, don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything else,’ Jamie begged. The stench of Scott’s sweaty pits were making him nauseous, and that was only a few inches worth of the hairy skin he was expected to put his mouth on.
‘Or you could eat my shit, would you prefer that?’
Jamie could feel bile rising in his throat. ‘Fine, I’ll clean you.’
‘Yeah, I would’ve picked that, too.’ Scott kicked the doona into a heap at the end of the bed and pulled off his grey sweatpants, leaving him completely exposed. He laid back and lifted his leg, wiggling his toes in Jamie’s face. ‘So, do you want to start from the toes and work your way up? Or maybe you’d rather get the filthiest spots out of the way first. It’s up to you. There’s really no wrong way to give a tongue bath,’ he rambled cheerfully.
Jamie grabbed Scott’s ankle and shuffled around so he was sitting between Scott’s legs. May as well start with the feet, he figured. They were closest and he wanted this to be over with. He knew Scott was cruel, and feral, and narcissistic, but this crossed a line. This was like some sort of sick, fevered nightmare.
The soles of Scott’s feet were a dark brown with a mixture of sock lint and dirt from the carpet. The odour was vinegary and intense enough to make his head spin. Jamie licked from the sole of first foot up to the toes. His tongue felt gritty, like he’d just licked dusty concrete, but the sourness had his face scrunching up. Without thinking, he spat onto the carpet.
Scott tsked. ‘Oh no, none of that. Once it’s in your mouth, you swallow, got it?’
Jamie nodded, not wanting to open his mouth for the moment, in case he threw up. Once his stomach had settled, he went back in for another lick.
Once the soles of Scott’s foot was back to its natural tanned pink colour, he looked warily at the toes. The nails were overgrown and yellow, and he could see the nastiness stuck between the digits. ‘I don’t think I can do this,’ he said honestly.
Scott chuckled. ‘Tapping out before you even finish the feet? Damn, I thought I’d at least get to feel your tongue on my ass first.’
Jamie gagged.
‘I guess I better go find your mum. While I’m there, I’ll let her know what a freak you are. Do you think she’d believe me if I told her I woke up to you licking my foot? I’ve got the clean foot to prove it.’
‘No,’ he said, weakly. ‘I can do this. Just, please no more lying to my mum. Please, Scott.’
‘You are pathetic,’ Scott said, running the side of his foot along Jamie’s cheek.
Jamie sighed and grabbed ahold of the foot again. He took a deep breath, then stuck the big toe into his mouth. The nail grazed the roof of his mouth, leaving behind a bitter flavour, but he ignored it to focus on licking the dirt from between the toes and forcing in down his throat. This repeated with each toe.
When he finished, Jamie was heaving and trying not to throw up.
‘Good job! Now, onto the next foot.’
*
Once the toes were done, he licked up Scott’s carves, which was comparatively easy. However, the disgust and horror returned with a vengeance when he reached his cousin’s thighs, and was assaulted with both the sight and smell of his rancid genitals.
Scott had a huge cock, which was now half-mast and nestled in thick, damp-looking black pubic hair. Below it hung two massive balls, which he immediately registered as the source of the heavy, sour stench. Like the pubes, his balls were greasy from a mixture of new and old sweat. There was also the unmistakable smell of human shit, but Jamie preferred not to think about where that was coming from. The large balls were obscuring his view of what he was sure would be an equally filthy (and far more revolting) sight.
‘And once again, you’re faced with a choice,’ Scott said loftily. ‘Will you start with my dick, or my balls? If you want my opinion,’ he paused, waiting for Jamie to react. Jamie nodded, caught between wanting to speed this along and taking a few moments to restore his depleted saliva. ‘It depends where you want my jizz. You start with my balls, I’ll cum down your throat. You start with my dick, and I’ll cum in your hair. But remember, your mum’s in the lounge room, and you’ll have to pass through their to get to the bathroom. So, are you going to swallow my cum, or let it dry in your hair until your mum goes to bed?’
Jamie stared at the unwashed dick and balls. Both had to go in his mouth, but was he willing to taste, let alone swallow, his own cousin’s rancid cum? His stomach churned, and he wondered—not for the first time—why Scott was doing this to him. Was he just a massive sadist, and Jamie was the easiest target? Or was this more personal? He chose to believe it was the former, because then there was at least some hope that Scott would find a girlfriend or boyfriend down the line and finally leave him alone. The more he thought about it, though, the more he doubted that. Scott never bothered anyone else like this. Their classmates actually thought he was nice.
He decided to clean the balls first, not wanting to risk his mother seeing him covered in ejaculation. They were too big to both fit into his mouth, so he started to lavish them with his tongue, using his hands to move them around and lick every inch of skin. They were warm against his tongue, and the taste wasn’t as bad as Scott’s feet, but it wasn’t good either. Like salt and sweat and vinegar.
The worst part was the smell.
Once it was time to get started on the now fully erect cock, Jamie was debating how long he could hold his breath for. There was a reek like musk and body odour coming from Scott’s pubes, and not even the stench of old shit could cover it. If he had to huff it properly he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay conscious.
‘Wait,’ Scott said. Jamie almost cried with relief. That relief was short-lived. ‘Do my ass, first.’
‘What?’ Jamie whispered, the shock consuming his voice.
In lieu of words, Scott spread his bent-legs further, reached down and lifted his testicles. His wrinkled anus was barely visible through the trail of hair that ran along his crack. Both the hair and his cheeks were glistening with sweat thick enough to have almost formed into a thin slime. The shit smell intensified, like a leaking sewage pipe.
‘That’s disgusting. You reek!’ Jamie put his hands over his face.
‘Obviously, that’s why I asked you to clean me up!’
‘When did you last bathe?’
Scott brought his free hand to his chin. ‘Hmm, maybe four, five days ago? Probably smells a lot worse than that, though. Been playing a lot of basketball with the guys. And it’s Summer. And we tend to get fast food after games, which gives me explosive shit.’ He chuckled. ‘I really need this tongue bath.’
Jamie leant down slowly, begging his nose to hurry up and adjust to the stench. Everything in him was screaming to give up, to just let Scott lie to his mother and take the punishment. He’d come this far. He didn’t want the night to end with him being banned from the trip with his friends, branded a pervert to his parents, and all while knowing what his cousin’s feet and balls taste like. No, all the suffering had to be worth it.
Once he was barely an inch away from Scott’s hole, the pubic hair grazing his lips, Scott let go of his balls and grabbed the back of Jamie’s head. He forced the smaller male’s nostrils up against his asshole and held him there. Jamie gasped and tried to pull back, but it was pointless. He felt the wrinkled anus twitching and a heat begun to spread from his philtrum across his face. The combined smell and taste were indescribably foul. It was rotten eggs and boiled sewage and truck-stop restrooms, but somehow all at once and so much worse. He broke into a coughing fit, his body trying to reject the tainted air, but it did nothing to lessen Scott’s iron grip. Soon, another fart came sputtering out, this one long and loud and wet. The smell wasn’t as bad as the first, silent fart, but the moisture on his nose was its own kind of awful.
As this happened, he couldn’t help but think about all the other times Scott had farted on him and see it in a new light. Had it always been sexual? That time at school when Scott had his friends hold Jamie down in the middle of the courtyard, then shoved an old pair of underwear in his mouth and farted on his face, did he get off from that? Did Scott go home that night, think about the feel of Jamie’s nose against his clothed ass and the way their peers laughed, and masturbate?
Scott yanked him upwards so that his closed lips were now against his asshole and the bridge of his nose was holding up his saggy balls. His nose itched from the wiry hair and his lips felt uncomfortably damp, but he did what he knew he had to and opened his mouth. The pubes were the first thing he tasted, and they were horrendous. Bitter and vaguely rotten—a sign of what was to come. He pressed his tongue to the hot flesh underneath and the taste was like that of raw shit. He tried to pull away—to cough or throw up, he wasn’t sure—but he wasn’t allowed to, so he swallowed down the impulse. He’d never tasted anything so terrible before in his life, and feeling the damp, hot, twitching muscle it was coming from only made it worse. Still, he kept going. Scott maneuvered his head up and down so he could lick the full length of his crack, clearing away the sweat and the greasy remnants of messy shit and wet farts. Scott ground his ass down on Jamie’s and let out a low moan. Jamie could feel the way the other male’s balls rose and tightened against his face.
Scott moved him back so that his mouth was against his anus, and when Jamie put his tongue on him, he let out a deep, hot fart. It instantly burnt Jamie’s tongue, then reverberated around his mouth, leaving everywhere sore and tingly, like he’d eaten too-spicy food. Too-spicy food made from old, rotten meat. He gagged and coughed against the skin, only for a series of short farts to burst out and be pulled down into his lungs in the process.
‘Dude, what’s that wet feeling? Are you crying?’
Jamie groaned as he realised he was, indeed, crying.
‘Well, I guess that means I can’t fart in your nose again, it’ll be all stuffed up. Such a shame,’ he said with an air of obviously fake remorse, ‘but that doesn’t really matter, you’re about done there, anyway.’ With that said, he pulled Jamie’s head up so that it was hovering over his solid, leaking cock. ‘I assume you don’t need me to hold you in place for this part?’ He let go of Jamie’s hair.
Jamie shook his head. He could just imagine how rough Scott would be, jamming his dick down his throat until he choked. He took the head into his mouth and ran his tongue over the slit, trying not to think about what he was doing, but he couldn’t block out the rancid taste of sweat, old urine, and something salty. He sucked quickly, bobbing his head like he’d seen girls do in porn, and fortunately Scott was already close to the edge, so it didn’t take long before he came in his mouth. He scrunched up his face. He’d figured out what the salty taste was.
‘Swallow,’ Scott said between pants. ‘We talked about this.’
Jamie did. It took a few swallows to keep it from coming back up, but he did it. He swallowed his filthy, abusive cousin’s semen.
‘Good boy,’ Scott said, almost reverently. ‘You did such a good job, I’m going to reward you. You can skip straight to licking my armpit. Then we’ll be done.’
Jamie had hoped that once Scott came he’d lose interest, but he supposed this was still better than their original deal. He leant down to lap and Scott’s pit, and when he did Scott wrapped his free arm around him and ran it gently up and down his back. This was odd, but it didn’t hurt, so he let it be. After a few licks against the rancid, bitter, sour, and extremely damp skin, the hand stilled. He looked over to find Scott asleep. Figuring this meant they were done for the night, he turned off the lamp, brushed his teeth (his mother was asleep on the couch, so he didn’t have to field any unwelcomed questions) and went back to bed.
At least now Scott’s BO wouldn’t keep him awake, so that was a plus. A very tiny, almost negligible plus.
I open my eyes, slowly, and am met with an unfamiliar room. Grey cement walls and floor, a window across from me—high and narrow. A basement, maybe? It looks how basements do on TV, but we don’t have them around here. If it is a basement, it’s smaller than I would’ve expected—about the size of a bathroom. Below the window is a young man, looking to be in his twenties or maybe younger, but it’s hard to tell. He’s naked, and his wrists are chained to the walls, level with his shoulders. His skin is taut against his bones, bruised, and sickeningly pale. Looking at him fills me with cold dread. I try to move, to run away, only to realise I’m chained in the same position.
I shut my eyes and try to figure out how I got here. I went out clubbing with some friends to celebrate our high school graduation, and I got a little drunk. A lot drunk. I figured I’d be fine to walk home, but I don’t remember if that was true or not since I don’t remember the walk. I guess it mustn’t’ve been, because I’m here. Naked. Chained to a wall. Oh, fuck.
There’s the rattle of keys in a lock and the man across from me lifts his head. Now that I can see his face, I see the metal hoop gaging him, holding his mouth open. The rim is coated with something brown. It’s then that I register the rancid smell in the room. The man’s thighs are coated in his own urine and shit, so that’s probably it. The door opens and a chubby man, in his mid-late forties, wearing tracksuit pants and a sweat-stained t-shirt walks in. Before he shuts the door, I see trees and dirt behind him. We’re in the forest, then. He doesn’t say anything as he stands in front of me. He looks over my exposed body as he runs a hand through my hair. I shiver.
‘What’re you going to do to me?’ I ask, barely a whisper. His eyes are cold, like he isn’t even looking at a person.
‘I’m gonna train you,’ he says, gruffly.
‘For what?’
He points to the man across from me, who pushes himself as far back as he can into the wall, eyes wide and shaking with fear. ‘I him Shit Eater, because he eats my shit. But he’s been real sick lately, so I decided to replace him. That’s gonna be your new job.’
I shake my head, bile rising in my throat. This can’t be real. This isn’t even like something out of a horror movie, because not even horror movies get this fucked up. ‘No. No. Fuck no! You can’t make me do that, I won’t do it! You can’t force me to!’
He smirks and pulls a ring gag out of his pocket. He dangles it in front of my face, like an offer. ‘You’re right, I can shit in your mouth but I can’t make you swallow. You’ll come around to that on your own.’
‘No, I won’t.’
He chuckles. ‘You will, for two reasons: it’s all I’ll be feeding you, and if you refuse you’ll be punished.’
‘I’d rather die.’
‘You say that now, but starving hurts, and so does punishment. No matter how you feel about it, when it’s between this and dying, your body won’t give you a choice.’ He grins. ‘You’ll be surprised by what a man will do to stay alive.’
‘Fuck you.’ I spit at him. It lands on his shirt.
Instead of being angry or indignant, like I’d expected, he laughs, deep and guttural. ‘Right, gag time.’
He grabs my hair with one hand and forces my head back in one sharp pull, making me gasp. He shoves the gag into my open mouth and positions it between my teeth.
‘We’ll start with something easy.’ He turns away from me and lowers his sweatpants, revealing his bulbous, hairy ass. It smells like sweat and old farts, and I can see moisture glistening between the cheeks. My breathing speeds up and my feet scramble on the concrete, trying to push me away from him, but there is no away, only the wall behind me. The chains rattle and cut into my wrists. I try to turn my head away, but he’s too fast. He grabs my hair and shoves me into his enormous ass. I scream against the flesh, but it’s useless. He keeps pushing, the sweaty flesh sliding against my face, until my wide-open mouth is around his asshole.
‘There we go,’ he mutters. ‘Now be a good boy and hold still, and I might leave you alone for the rest of the day.’
I scream against the flesh, but it’s useless. A burst of hot air hits my tongue, burning it. The taste is horrendous, like the steam if you boiled rotten eggs. I gag as I suffer through a second, sputtering fart. Then a wet one. The next is the worst by far, and I’m sure would have been the silent kind that empties a room. My throat gurgles and he lets go of my head. I slump forwards, coughing bile onto my bare legs. There’s nothing else in my stomach to bring up.
‘A few farts is all you can take? Well, that’s a shame. This is going to take longer than I’d hoped.’
‘Fuck you,’ I try to say, but it’s incomprehensible around the gag.
He turns towards his other victim. ‘Position,’ he says.
Shit Eater (I may as well call him that, since I can’t ask his name) releases a pained groan, then shuffles forwards until there’s enough room behind him to lean his head back. His arms are bent at an unnaturally and definitely uncomfortable angle.
The man looks me in the eyes as he squats over him and grunts. My heart nearly stops as a thick log descends into my fellow captives mouth and he starts swallowing, using his tongue to flatten it piece-by-piece against the roof of his mouth, until the entire thing has been eaten. I want to cover my nose from the smell alone, so the thought of being forced to taste it makes me want to throw up again.
I’ll never do something like that. This disgusting pig won’t break me.
*
Later that day—or maybe the next morning—I wake up to the sound of that man’s keys. I passed out not long after he left last time, exhausted by my own distress. Shit Eater is watching me. His eyes look dead, but there’s a spark of something underneath. Pity, maybe? Regret? Does he blame himself that I was brought here? I wish I could tell him not to worry about it, that he’s suffered so much already, so I can’t blame him for this. I also want to ask how long he’s been here for, so I can get an idea of how long I should expect to live.
The door opens. The man’s in jeans now, so I guess it is the next day. He stands in front of me and unzips his fly. ‘Head back,’ he says, then pulls out his flaccid dick.
I lower my head further. Fuck that.
He grabs my hair and pulls it back until I’m looking at him. I glare the best I can, but there’re tears in my eyes. He grins, and I figure I must look fucking pathetic. He holds up what looks like an old jam jar, but it’s full of a yellowy-white fluid. ‘This is a jar of cum. My friends and I have been filling it for weeks. I’ve been keeping it on the dashboard of my car, right in the hot sun. You drink my piss, or I’ll tip this down your throat—I’ll use a funnel if I have to. Which do you think tastes worse? Which will make you more sick?’
He lets go of me and straightens up, waiting for my answer. I lean my head back.
‘Smart boy.’ A stream of yellow piss hits my tongue, hot and salty and ammoniac. The sight and smell of his urine would be enough to roll my stomach, but the added taste has me using all my self-control to keep swallowing it down. If I weren’t already dehydrated from who-knows-how-long without water, I wouldn’t be able to do it. When he’s finished, he leans forwards and rubs the tip of his penis on my tongue. I turn my head away and glare at him. ‘Well, it’s a good start, anyway.’
He pulls a clear plastic bottle out of a satchel over his shoulder—an item I hadn’t noticed until now and assume must be where the cum-jar disappeared to.
‘Your turn now,’ he says to Shit Eater, who leans his head back again, tongue poking out past his lips. ‘This piss was donate by some friends of mine, so I hope the taste is as good as you’re used to.’ He tips the entire bottle of yellow liquid down Shit Eaters throat.
As he swallows, he gurgles something that sounds like a ‘thank you’.
My face heats up and tears fill my eyes. I try to steady my breathing, not wanting this monster to see me break-down. How much did he have to shatter that guy’s psyche for him to be openly grateful for a bottle of piss from some strangers? Shit Eater laughs and sticks his tongue out further to lick his stained lips.
‘Next lesson now, boy. Same as yesterday.’ I’m pulled from my thoughts when the man lowers his pants to his knees. He grabs my head and shoves it into his crack, but this time my nose is to his hole and his sweaty balls are in my mouth. They taste like stale grease and salt. He farts, hot and rumbly, and I try to breath through my mouth but that just sucks his balls in further. I have no choice but to sniff up his gas. His next fart is wet and burns my nostrils—I can feel the heat travel down my throat and into my chest. The odour’s so strong I’m on the brink of passing out, but each new fart pulls me back with its revolting intensity.
He lets go and the spots begin to fade from my vision. I lean back against the wall and gasp with relief. The air probably stinks, but it tastes sterile compared to what I just experienced. There’s a pubic hair on my tongue so I turn my head sideways and lick it onto my shoulder. Gross, but not the worst this guy could put me through.
No, he’s about to demonstrate the worst he could put me through. He squats over Shit Eaters face, but unlike yesterday he doesn’t push out a log, instead out comes a mushy stream of liquid shit straight into the poor man’s mouth. It sprays across his cheeks, some droplets even landing on his neck and chest, and it reeks. I thought my nose would be useless after the ordeal it just went through, but I was wrong. I can smell the vile, sickening stench of diarrhoea. The sort that can only come from eating something rotten.
Even Shit Eater, with all of his apparent experience, is struggling. It’s coming out faster than he can swallow, causing his mouth to overflow, and his abdomen is twitching in a way that tells me he’s fighting to keep the shit down.
When it’s over, Shit Eater’s whole face is brown and his chest and neck are speckled with wet dots. The man pulls out an old pair of underwear from his satchel, turns them inside out and wipes the other man’s face with the crotch.
He comes back over to me, grinning in a way that sets my sore muscles on edge. ‘Here’s a little something to get you used to the taste.’ He shoves the underwear into my mouth, the hot, damp and shit-covered crotch pressed down against my tongue. I gag, and wretch, until finally I get a break from this nightmare as my consciousness wanes once again.
*
I’m woken by pain. Not a new pain, but the accumulation of old ones. My arms ache (what I wouldn’t give to stretch them) and my shoulders burn from the constant strain. My wrists and hands are numb, barely even tingling when I try to move my fingers, and the movement itself is never more than a twitch. My arms have been pinned beside my shoulders for who-knows-how-long now. My jaw has been locked wide-open for so long it probably isn’t capable of closing anymore. By far the worst pain, though, is in my stomach. I’m starving to the point of a tight, gnawing ach, like my insides are collapsing in on themselves. The smell of shit in the air is still nauseating, but only when I consciously think about it. Otherwise, I don’t even notice.
The door opens again.
The man leers down at me as he unbuckles his belt. Once again, he pisses down my throat, and it’s warm and disgusting, but I let him. My mouth is so dry.
‘Right. Today’s the day, boy. Are you ready for breakfast?’
My starved brain takes a moment to realise what he means, but when it does I violent shake my head. I said I’d rather die than eat his shit and I meant it. After everything he’s put me through, he won’t get that satisfaction.
‘I thought you might feel like that, so you get the same options as yesterday.’ He pulls out the cum jar. There’s more in there today, and a yellow crust has dried around the edges.
My instincts tell me to run away, to find a nice river to drown myself in so I can die without any more suffering, but at this point, even if I were no longer tied down, I doubt my legs would work. I nod weakly towards the jar. This is going to be hell, but so would the alternative, and at least this way this crazy bastard isn’t getting what he wants.
He takes the lid off the jar and the smell is a mix between chlorine and rotten fruit. There’s something so foul yet so… chemically about it. He forces my head back as far as it will go and I imagine that I’m about to be poisoned. I suppose technically it’s true, but imagining that it’s straight bleach is much more appealing than wondering how many different guys with how many different diseases came in this jar who-knows-how-long ago.
He tips half the jar in my mouth, and I swallow. It goes down like slime, leaving behind a slick, oily coating. It tastes like ammonia and sourness and rot. I gag, and my throat gurgles with bile, but I force it down, and when it’s over my stomach actually feels a little better. Having anything to eat is better than nothing.
At least, for a little while.
The man relaxes against the wall, smirking. Shit Eater looks at me with frightened eyes. Soon, I understand why. My abdomen is overtaken by a kind of agony I’ve never experienced before, like all my organs are constricting. My face turns red as my anus start to burn. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. My bowels, already empty, explode hot, liquid acid all over the floor and my feet. Tears fill my eyes from a mix of shame and pain—both the pain inside of me and on my scorching skin—but the stream doesn’t stop. I’m probably going to die of dehydration. If so, I hope it happens soon.
When the sickness passes, I sob. My skin, and my ass, and my insides are on fire, and the smell clinging to me is unbearable. I can feel the shit drying on me.
‘I’ll be back tomorrow, with the second half of the jar. Hopefully you’ll make a better choice then.’
He leaves, and I look down at my body—thin and weak and soiled.
He was right, in the end I really don’t have a choice. He’s broken me. I’ve lost.
Warnings: Face Farting, Fart Torture, Asphyxiation by Farting
You’re playing Modern Warfare, playing against some asshole who kept talking shit about your K-D and that you should think twice about going against him. You, of course, challenge him to a 1 v 1 and he immediately accepts. As you guys are in the lobby ButtB0mbs96, your challenger, gives you another warning. “If you lose you’re really not going to like what happens.” He laughs like an asshole, but you ignore him and ready-up for the match.
Both of you are scoring against each other, and for a few moments you actually had the lead. However, in the last minute of the game,ButtB0mbs96 takes the lead and ends up scoring the last point. “Welp, I guess that settles that.” He jokes and you ignore him taking off your headset to yell at the TV.
As you’re yelling your screen goes completely white and the glow seems to expand into your bedroom. You close your eyes as it’s way to bright, but then you feel wind against your skin. As you open your eyes, you find that the world you were just playing in is all around you. You spin around confused, slightly dazed, and try to get your bearings.
“What the fuck.” You quietly mumble to yourself. You decide to head towards one of the buildings and walk inside. The large apartment building looks exactly the same as your video game. You decide to enter one of the apartments, and no surprise it’s identical. The only thing missing is the crate that would have weapons and cash.
You swear you hear footsteps behind you, so you quickly turn around. Nothing. You lightly walk towards the door.
“Where you going?” You turn back around to see a man standing with his arms crossed.
“How did you-?” You turn around again and look back at him. “Where am I?”
“You don’t recognize this place?” He takes a step closer. “It’s the place where I kicked your ass.” Wait, does that mean he’s ButtB0mbs96?
“How did I get here?”
“I said you wouldn’t like what happened if you lost.” The door behind you slams shut. You jump but before you can turn to look, you’re on your knees tied up.
“MFHFH HFE MACK.” Your mouth is covered as well.
“Welcome to my world. Your hell.” Somehow the man’s clothes disappeared, and you realize that you’re just in a pair of boxer briefs. Behind him there is a crowd of people watching, they too are tied up and gagged. He walks around a few times before stopping. “Let’s skip the foreplay.”
He walks up to you and grabs your hair as moves your face right into his boxer clad ass. Before your nose goes against his pucker you see the words “Game Over” in big bold letters. “Here’s the rules, if you survive my butt bombs, then you can go home.”
PFFFFFBRBRBRBTTTT
The first fart warms your face and try to pull away. His hold on you is too tight and you unfortunately are held tightly against his ass. The smell is ungodly, and try holding your breath. “But if you don’t, then,” PFFFFTTT “you’re mine forever.”
PFFFBRBR PFFFFT PFFFFFFTT
Fart after fart hit your face, and eventually you have to take a deep breath in. The smell is worse, pure sewage smelling, and you start to cough. The man above you just pulls your face harder against his ass.
PFFFFFTTT PFFFFFTTT
You unintentionally inhale in the same moment he releases the two farts. Now there’s this terrible taste in the back of your throat.
“How you holding up back there?” You cough in response attempting to get the taste out of your mouth. “If you think those are bad, you should taste this.”
PFFFBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRFFFF
This massive wet fart erupts from his butt. You are glad that he’s wearing boxers right now, but your eyes roll to the back of your head as the fumes hit your nose. It’s just shit, that’s all you can smell. Your breathing is getting hard and you need fresh air.
“Bet that smelled nice didn’t it.” He makes his point by using your nose to wipe up and down his clothed ass. “You’re still awake right.”
PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT PFFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFT
“I hope so, otherwise you’d be missing these perfect butt bombs.”
PFFFFTTTT
You feel yourself starting to drift, but you hold on. There’s no way you’re going to let this asshole beat you. That is, until he pulls his dirty boxers down and sticks your nose straight into his unwashed hole.
“Let’s see if you can make it past round two.” He holds the back of your head tight and he releases an ungodly fart.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRFFFTTTT
You hear him sigh in relief above you and struggle to not vomit. You quickly realize that you’re not going to make it with his naked ass against your nose and try fighting against your binds.
“You’re just going to make yourself pass out faster.” PFFFFTTTTT “But keep going, it means you’ll be stuck here forever.” You ignore his words, even though you know he’s probably right. But the smell of his rancid ass is not helping you come up with any escape plans.
PFFFFFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFFFFT
PFFFFFTT
Panic starts to set in. Your eyes water from the lack of oxygen.
PFFFFFFFFBRBRBRBRRRRRTFTTTTTT
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT
You’re stuck, there’s no escape. You’re going to be here forever.
PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT
Your vision starts to go black. Everything is telling you to stay awake, but your body can’t take it anymore. You feel yourself start to go limp.
“Awww is that it? You didn’t even make it to the main boss fight.” You want to scream fuck you. You want to punch him. But your vision goes out.
PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
You lose consciousness to ButtB0mbs96’s assault. At the same time you lose your freedom. Your only life now is under ButtB0mbs96, sniffing his rancid, musky, disgusting ass.
Warnings: Face Farting, Fart Torture, Ass Vore, Talk about making someone eat Shit
“Thank you for joining us. Tonight, we bring you breaking news of a current manhunt that is ongoing. I have Officer Kennedy here with me to give us a for more details.”
“That’s right Tom. Our suspects name is Kansas David. He’s an African American male, six foot three inches. Currently he has short black hair. He escaped our custody about two hours ago. He was on foot, however, Kansas has a history of evading the authorities. We are alerting you of this man as he is to be regarded as especially dangerous.”
PFFFFFBRBRBRTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT
“Hey look I’m on TV.” The man sitting on your face says jokingly as he farts up your nose. You scream and punch at his ass, but he seems to be ignoring you. The way he gyrates his hips makes you feel like his enjoying your struggling.
You don’t even know how he got into your home. One minute you were watching TV and the next you were on the floor. He quickly sat down on your face and made sure you suffered under his sweaty unwashed ass. It reeked, and you could quickly tell this man hadn’t showered in days.
“Another detail to look for is that he has stars going up the right side of his rear.”
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFTTT
“It’s because I’m a star.” Kansas says as he releases another ungodly fart. You’re forced to inhale the nasty fumes from the position he has you looked in.
“We are telling you about this because he has a tendency of breaking and entering. We want to warn everyone that his ass is deadly. I repeat if you can help it do not go near his ass. If you see this man, please run the other direction and call the police. We’ve already lost four people in this city and more in the united states.”
“Thank you, Officer. Like he said, please call 9-1-1 if there are any sightings of this man.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRRRRFFRRRTTTTTT
“You will literally be seeing stars.” Kansas laughs as he grinds hard down onto your nose. “You hear that bitch, you’re going to die under my ass.” You start screaming and kicking harder, attempting to get away from his gigantic ass. This only makes him laugh harder, and it’s getting harder to breathe under him.
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFTTTTTBBRRRTTTTTTTTT
Rotten garbage gets shot up your unfiltered nose. Your throat is going hoarse from all the yelling for help. You’re about to scream again when Kansas moves his ass just enough to shoot a fart down your throat.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTPFFFFTTTTTT
You start coughing hard. The fart lingers in your mouth and your head is spinning. “Once I’m done with your ass, I’m gonna make sure your wife gets the good ole Kansas treatment.” He makes an emphasis by shaking his ass back and forth on your face.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFTTTT
Your hot, burning up, you know you’re sweating like a pig. And all your nose hairs feel like they’re on fire. There’s no way this man should have this much gas, and not this disgusting.
PFFFFFBRBBR PFFFFFFFFTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
PFFFFFFBRBRBBRFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFTTTT
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You feel yourself starting to drift away. Is difficult to get a coherent thought. The only thing that keeps coming to mind is that this is how you’re going to die. You’re going to die under some man’s dirty unwashed ass.
PFFFFFFFFBBBRRRTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT
“You’re gonna make a nice shit later. Think maybe I’ll make your wife eat it.” With that a loud slurping noise starts to come from the ass. You don’t get to ponder it too much as his ass starts to suck you in. The farts and his musk were nothing compared to the smell of the inside of his ass.
You feel yourself get swallowed further and further and put up a pitiful fight. You kick and punch, but you don’t have any energy. There is loud moaning and then you hear a loud screeching coming from someone else. Immediately you recognize it as your wife and that puts the life back in you.
You try pushing yourself out and you feel successful. “Hold on honey, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Kansas says to your wife before pushing down onto you. Any movement you previously made is quickly lost as he starts pushing you in twice as fast. “I’m making you dinner, just need a moment.” Kansas says as he rubs his gut that is quickly being filled with you. “I hope you like your husband.”
He manages to squeeze your feet in and you feel a fart blow past you. You scream and kick in his gut but it’s no use. You already start to feel yourself melting away. Quickly, your oxygen gets sucked away. Not before you can feel him walk up to your wife and trap her under his ass that you’re making fatter.
“Your husband feels sooo good inside of me. I’m sure you’ll enjoy him once he comes out.”
I went to school with this guy named Andy and I swear everyone was obsessed with him. From the art students to the dumb jocks everyone wanted to be friends with him. I never really understood it until about our senior year of high school then it started making sense.
He was a very good athlete, he was on the soccer team, football team, tennis team, and he even bowled. Then he was also an outstanding artist and was in AP Art classes. Even I couldn’t deny his abilities on and off the field. Even as much as I wanted to.
There wasn’t just something so majestic about him and he had this intense sex appeal that made guys and girls drool over him. What made me get into him was when he started sagging. It may sound weird but, he didn’t start sagging his pants until the end of junior year and beginning of senior year. Dude’s ass was fat.
My best friend would openly gawk at him when he was walking down the hallway. Many times I had to smack him so he wouldn’t stare to intensely. “What I wouldn’t do to fuck that ass.” He would say while we’re walking to English.
“You’re messed up.” I lightly bump into him.
“I’m being serious. I don’t even like topping.” I roll my eyes and try to ignore the thought of getting to fuck Andy.
Then the unthinkable happened.
A photo started spreading around the school like fire. Someone posted this outrageous picture of Andy in bed completely naked on his stomach as he eyed the camera taking the picture. It was an intense picture, but I didn’t pay attention to that. No, my eyes went directly to his bare ass.
It was crazy, a whirlwind of rumors was spreading about who took the photo, or what the photo was even about. Then some people called the Police saying it was child pornography, but it was ruled since the picture was taken when he was 18 that it was in fact not child porn. Eventually, Andy posted the picture on his own Instagram and I immediately screenshotted the picture. There was no way I wasn’t going to jack off to that photo.
Then the rumors about Andy being gay started going around. This one, he did end up denying. But it got all the gays in the school excited. He then had to delete his social media because he was getting too much attention.
That’s when even more rumors started coming out weeds. People were saying that he was hanging out in the locker room after practices and if people wanted to eat his ass they could if they paid him $50. He would only let one-person in at a time to get a taste of his sweaty nasty hole.
There was no way in hell I was believing that one. So, when I was making out with one of the football players and we busted into the locker room to fuck, we were surprised to find Andy there leaning over a bench and a guy digging into his ass. Both of our groups stared at each other and that’s when I decided that I needed to get on Andy’s list. His ass was so beautiful and I wanted nothing more than to eat that dirty ass.
Needless to say I ditched my football player that night and went straight home. I found Andy’s phone number that I had kept from Bowling season and texted him I wanted a night. He just texted back a location and a date in two weeks. I was so excited I made a countdown calendar for Andy’s ass in my room.
When it was the day of our meeting, I was anxious all day. Kept popping boners and couldn’t focus on any of my school work. I failed a test because of it too. But, none of that matters compared to when we finally meet.
I walk into the side entrance of the locker room and wait for Andy. When he gets there, he’s drenched in sweat. I couldn’t help lick my lips.
“Here’s how it’s going to go fag. You’re going to give me $50. You get to enjoy my ass for 30 minutes. Once you put the 50 bucks in my hand, there is no backing out. During that 30 minutes I’m going to do whatever I want. If I have to fart, I’m going to fart on your faggot tongue. Got it?” I nod my head quickly completely turned on by his alpha attitude. “Money.” He outstretches his hand and I give him the money.
He turns around and drops his shorts revealing a jockstrap. “30 minutes starts now.” I immediately go in and start kneading his hot cheeks. I give one of them a slap and watch as it jiggles. I can’t help but drop to my knees and start kissing each of his ass cheeks. I haven’t even spread his cheeks yet and I could small the sweat and musk radiating from his ass. He had a serious workout today.
When I do open his cheeks though, the smell gets worse and I start to gag. I’m about to back away when Andy forces my head into his ass. “Wait stop!” I say, but he doesn’t listen, just keeps holding me there right in his ass.
PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTBRBRBR
“The pre-workout never settles right. Your faggot ass doesn’t mind right?” I cough hard as that fart goes straight up my nose. This is definitely not what I wanted. I can’t get away from him, his ass has my face fully enveloped and the only thing I can smell his is dirty ass. “Don’t you want to taste it? Come on, lick it.” He wiggles his ass on my face. I don’t immediately do anything; I just keep trying to get away from him. This is obviously not he wants because his grip on my hair gets tighter and he releases another fart right up my nose.
His preworkout apparently makes his ass smell like garbage. I don’t know how I don’t throw up, I definitely want to. He keeps trying to get me to lick his ass, but I refuse. There’s no way I was subjecting myself to that. As soon as Andy loosens his grip on me, I use the opportunity to pull my face out his ass. He stares at me and begins to laugh.
“You should see yourself. You look stupid.” He wipes his nose. “You have a few of my ass hairs on your face.” With that I turn and run out of the locker room. That was literally the most disgusting thing I’ve ever had to live through. When I make it home, I start scrubbing myself with my face wash and even after I scrub till I’m red, I could still smell Andy’s musky ass.
Long story short, I learned that just because you like the idea of something, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll like it. I won’t make that mistake again.
Warnings:Anal Vore, Face Farting, Kidnapping, Fag Shaming
You’ve been trapped here for awhile now. You aren’t entirely sure how long, but if you had to guess maybe a day. This was one of those Grindr horror stories that you thought would never happen to you. He was hot as fuck, and had a bubble butt that you just couldn’t resist. You offered to come over to his place and give him the best rimming he ever had and he hit you up on the offer.
When you got to his place, it was a literal nightmare. As soon as you walked through the front door, he slammed the door shut behind you. You see immediately, two other guys tied up and mouth gagged and as you go to try to turn around there’s a wet cloth being held to your face. “Go to sleep faggy.” He said warmly as your consciousness fades. “Go to sleep.”
When you awake again, your hands are tied in front of you and you’re sitting on the floor. You look around and see one of the guys from before. “Hey.” You whisper to the other guy. He looks up at you and shakes his head no. “What’s happening?” You try to continue but he shushes you.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble.” He shifts himself away from you so he’s facing the wall. You decide to get on your feet and walk around the room. It’s a mess and it reeks. The windows are barricaded, which you wish you saw earlier. You try pulling on a bar, and no surprise it doesn’t budge.
The door swings open at the exact moment you turn around and your grindr “date” is there standing at the door way. He’s rubbing his slightly bulging gut and he smiles at you. “You.” He points directly at you. “On your knees. Now.” You just stare at him, not moving. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Something in his voice tells you he means the threat and you do as he says.
“Let me go, I won’t tell the cops or anything.” You try bargaining.
“I have three rules.” He walks over to the other guy. “You do as I say. I’m your master and my word is law” He pulls his sweats under his ass. “No screaming, seriously it’s annoying. No one’s going to hear you.” The guy under him begins crying. “Lastly, no running.” He pulls the other guy’s face against his ass.
PFFFFFTTTT
He sighs in relief as the guy coughs at the fart that’s ripped up his nose. “You can cry, you can gag, but if you do any of the rules, you’re done.” He adjusts the other man against his ass before ripping another airy fart. “I want to hear you sniffing faggot.” The guy shakes his head no and is trying to pull away.
“Please, don’t make me do that. It smells so bad.”
“Ah, you can see what happens when you refuse an order.” With a loud slurping sound, you watch as the other man’s face is sucked into your master’s ass.
“Noooo!” The guy’s screams are muffled and you watch in horror as he struggles to get away.
“My ass is hungry and you’ll see, once he gets a meal, he doesn’t let go.” He gives a playful slap against his own ass and you watch the other guy’s shoulders get swallowed. “I hope you’re hungry, because as soon as I’m done with this fag, you’ll be sucking my farts down your throat. You still want to give me the best rimjob I’ve ever had right?”
He can’t be serious right? There’s no way you’re going to do that. Your master is moaning lewdly as the other guy gets stuffed further and further up his ass. “It’s easy getting you faggots here. You see my ass and you just want to get a pass at it.”
PFFFBBRR
“And every time one of you fags show up, you just give me more ass fat to attract more fags.” He laughs as another fart comes out, severely muffled by being stuffed with his prey. “Seriously, you guys are an endless food source.” You start to gather yourself when you watch the legs get swallowed. You realize the door is open and this is your chance.
You run out the bedroom and do your best to find a door to get out. When you do find the front door, there are locks that require a key to get outside. You’re trapped, and you turn around to see him approaching, his last victim now fully gone.
“You know better than to try running.” He gets closer and closer. “Honestly, where did you think you would go?” You look around and grab the lamp next to you to use as a makeshift weapon.
“Stay away!” You yell at him as he approaches.
“Really?” He laughs. “Come on and try it.” You weigh your options and decide to take a swing. He easily dodges you and punches you in the gut making you drop the light. He grabs you by your shirt and throws you into the living room. “You know you shouldn’t have ran. Now, I’m going to have to punish you.”
“Please, I promise I won’t do it again.” You try to beg knowing what the punishment is.
“You know my rules. You try to run, you’re done.” He rips you out of your shirt leaving you with just a jockstrap. “I can’t lie though. I love watching you pathetic fags try to run.” He grabs you by the arm and begins to pull you back towards the bedroom you just ran away from. “It makes it fun when I get to trap you under my ass.”
“No, please no!” You start kicking and struggling against him. “Please someone help!”
“No one care hear you.” He says without interest. “The neighbors can’t hear you. And no one here will help you.” You both cross the threshold of the bedroom and he slams the door shut. “Now time for your punishment.”
“God no!” Tears are streaming down your face as you watch him pull down his shorts. His ass, which you’ve been under several times now, is at face level. “Please don’t do this.” He grabs the back of your head and smushes your nose against his rancid hole.
“You smell that, that’s the last little faggot who tried to run.” The smell hits you like a freight train. The smell is toxic and it burns as it goes through your nose. You begin to cough and gag as tears start to fall down your face.
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“You fags always get me so gassy. I bet you love this shit.” You try your best to push your face away from his ass but his hold in firm. “All you fags are so obssessed with my ass, might as well use you guys for something right.”
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“Fuck I can do this for hours. That last fag just ain’t sitting right.”
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“But don’t worry, I don’t have time to keep fucking around. Got shit to do.” You cry out for help but no one’s listening. “Stay right there.” He pushes you hard against his hole and you feel your face get sucked in. “Fuck yeah, get in there.” His hole keeps sucking you in and you use your hands to try to pull yourself back out. “It’s too late dude, you’re not getting out. You know how hungry my hole gets.”
You keep trying to fight, but he’s right, it’s too late for you. You can feel him stroking his cock as your shoulders get pulled in. It’s rancid in here as you get pulled further and further in. You feel him moving his position and he sits down on you forcing you to go in faster.
“Noooo!” You scream out as your midsection passes through.
PFFFFF PFFFFFF
Airy farts blow by your face as you continue to get pulled in.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum fag.” You feel his hole flex on you. “I can’t wait to see how fat you make my ass.” He uses his hand to pull at his cheek. “Once I suck you in, I’ll just have another fag on his knees begging to eat my ass. You fags are so dumb.” Your knees start to pass through as you feel him starting to convulse. “Fuck, sometimes I wish I had the cock gene, I’d love splatter this room in my superior cum.” He smacks his own ass and it’s getting hard to breathe. “But god blessed me with this ass, and I’m going to make sure I use it to suck in all you pathetic fags.”
PFFFFFTTBTBBTFFFFT
“That’s your last present before you’re gone forever faggot.” The last of your air is blown away as your feet pass through. You struggle with the smell before your eyes flutter closed to never open again.
“Hey, when do you plan on paying rent?” You ask as you pass your roomie Zeke in the kitchen. “It was due last week.”
“I will pay it when I want to.” He says gruffly, throwing you off.
“Okay, I don’t have enough to cov-” Zeke turns around with a strange glint in his eyes.
“I will pay it. When. I. Want. To. Can you get that through your faggy brain?” You stare in confusion. Zeke has never called you a fag before. He was usually so nice.
“Okay, whatever.” You start to head back to your bedroom only to notice that Zeke is following behind. Walking at a menacing pace. You go to shut your bedroom door only for him to block it. He pushes his way in and drops his sweatpants, revealing a rough looking pair of boxer briefs.
You trip and fall backwards as Zeke corners you into your bedroom. He stands above you, a predatory grin on his face. You don’t have any idea what’s going on with your normally, timid roommate. You wouldn’t recognize the person in front of you if you didn’t already know who he was.
“No where to run to now faggot.” You back hits the side of your bed frame as he looks down at you.
“Zeke, this isn’t you, come on man!” Zeke reaches his hand down and grabs your hair at the back of your head. You yell out in pain, attempting to pull away from his hand.
“This is me, the new me.” He turns around while holding you in place. His ass hangs out of his ripped boxer briefs. “I hope your face can hold up better than these boxers.” Without hesitation, he pulls your face against his ass cheeks. He adjusts himself so that your nose is pressed right against your nose. “I’m no longer taking orders from a faggot. I am a real man, and real men take what they want.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRTTTTT
He rips ass right on your nose and you try to hold your breath to resist the smell.
“And right now, I want you to suffer under the smell of my manly ass.”
PFFFRBBRRTTT PFFFFTT
Another fart warms your face, and you continue to hold your breath. You can slowly feel yourself needing to breathe in but you keep pushing. Holding your breath becomes even more difficult when Zeke starts using your face to wipe up and down on his ass.
“Come on faggot! Stop holding your breath. Get my manly scent in you. I want to hear you cry and beg me to stop.”
PFBBRRBRBRBFFFT PFFFFFFT PFFFFFRRRFFFTTTT
You can’t hold your breath any longer. You exhale loudly and as you inhale, your senses are overloaded by the disgusting smell of Zeke’s guts. You begin to cough and gag and your eyes are watering.
“Stop.” You say in between coughs.
“Yeah, how’d that smell faggot?” He readjusts you so you’re laid on your back and he seats himself on your face. “Get comfortable, because we’re going to be here all day.”
PFFFFFFFBRTTTFFTTT PFFFFFFTTTTTT
The position somehow makes everything worse. It’s dark under his ass, and the only air you’re getting in your lungs if from his ass. Every fart gets shot right up your nose, there’s no way to avoid it. Your nose even begins to burn from the warmth that’s being shot up there.
“Please, stop!” You cry out, only to get muffled by another fart being shot up your nose. This time some of the toxic fumes invade your mouth. The taste burns, and makes you gag even worse. Tears are streaming down your face constantly now.
Zeke pulls his ass cheeks apart giving you a quick second to get some fresh air. Only for him to rub his nasty pucker across your nose and face. You can help the audible crying that comes from you.
“No! Get off me!” You cry out, more tears coming down your face. You kick your legs, but it’s no use.
Zeke just laughs above you enjoying your pathetic weeping. “That’s what I’m talking about faggot. Scream, beg for mercy.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFTT PFFFFFFFTTTTTTT
PRBRBRBRBRBRBBBBRRRRRBRBRRRRR
“That was fucking wet!” Zeke laughs out. Your face feels disgusting and the heat from his ass is really starting to get to you. “Hey faggot, good luck getting that smell off ya.”
“Ooh that was a good one.” He gyrates his hips on your face. “You still awake down there faggot. You still inhaling my godly farts?” He slaps your face a couple times. “You can cry and pretend you don’t like this all you want. We alpha’s know that all you faggots crave a man’s scent. You should be thanking me.”
PFFFFFFFTTTT PFFFFBBFFFTTTT
“To think I used to let a faggot like you run all over me. Everything in this house belongs to me, because I’m a real man. Even your fucking face is mine!”
PFFFFFFFFTTTTT PFFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFT
“If I say get on your knees, you better get on your fucking knees.”
PFBBBRRRR
“If I say beg for my farts, you are going to beg for my manly farts.” You feel yourself starting to black out.
