#piss fetish

Hey! I’ve had a piss fetish as long as I can remember and thought I’d start a piss blog, cause I think there needs to be more. Follow me to quench your thirst for pissing! feel free to submit your piss pics, ask me questions about my experiences/tell me about yours! I will post my own pics/videos, I’ll even see if I can convince my fiance to do some videos with me as he shares my fetish! I’ll post all kinds of piss content.

Happy pissing!

people who dont understand our fetish think its all about humiliation, dominance and a form of BDSM. but for me its not about any of that. what is it about for all of you? why do you like piss?

amatorurina:

There are almost 9,000 of you lovely lovers of all things pee, is there not someone/more out there willing to share their pee with me, and the rest of my followers? Ladies, gents…more so the ladies, but I love a nice pissing cock too. Don’t be shy….even if you are share and it will be for my eyes only.

I would also love to hear any stories of how you discovered your love of pee

There are almost 9,000 of you lovely lovers of all things pee, is there not someone/more out there willing to share their pee with me, and the rest of my followers? Ladies, gents…more so the ladies, but I love a nice pissing cock too. Don’t be shy….even if you are share and it will be for my eyes only.

I would also love to hear any stories of how you discovered your love of pee

(Contains: M/M Farting, face-farting, mouth-farting, foot-licking, mind-control, urination, urine-drinking) 

Danny was furious. He didn’t show it—he wanted to keep the peace. But he was furious this had happened again. Danny had a number of early classes, and as such he tried to get early nights. His roommate, Matt, had a different schedule. Actually, he didn’t have a schedule at all. Danny wasn’t even sure he went to class most days. Instead, he stayed up late drinking, usually with his obnoxious friends, then slept the following morning away. This morning was no exception. Danny got up to find beer bottles, empty chip packets, and broken glass littering the floor of their shared lounge room. Despite Matt having a constant stock of red solo cups, it looked like they’d been using the good glasses, and one had been smashed. Again. Great. Danny had brought a box of six when he moved in, and they were down to four.

He banged on Matt’s bedroom door.

‘What?!’ came a groggy voice.

‘You broke another one of my glasses last night, at least get out here and clean it up!’

‘Fuck off!’

‘Matt, this is ridiculous! I’m tired of cleaning up after you and your friends every day!’

The door opened. Matt, a bulky, muscular jock, stared him down, a hand mussing his short blond hair. The raised arm forced Danny to smell his rancid, un-deodorised pits, but he was used to that. Matt never used deodorant—something about it being like pit perfume, and perfume being for chicks. He was in only his boxers, his defined pecks smattered with dark freckles. The redness in his bleary eyes took most of the heat out of the glare, so Danny stood his ground.

‘Clean up,’ he demanded.

Matt took a step forwards, leaning down to glare into the face of the man over a foot short than him. Danny could see the freckles dotting Matt’s cheeks and neck, which were usually lost in his tan. ‘I don’t want to. What’re you going to do about it, fag?’

‘What—I’m not a—what the fuck?’ Danny wasn’t gay, neither of them were, but it’d become Matt’s go to accusation since moving in. Danny understood why. After all, he was small, both in terms of height and muscle, and he knew how guys like Matt saw him. Still, the claim never failed to piss him off.

‘Okay Dan, I’m sorry,’ he said, putting his hands up. ‘You know what?’ He stepped into the hall, lifted his leg and blasted a long, wet fart.

Danny pulled his shirt over his nose. ‘Dude!’

Matt laughed as he shook out the ass of his boxers. ‘Serves you right.’ He stepped back into his room and slammed the door, leaving Danny to cope with the mess and the lingering odour.

That’s it. He’d had enough.

He cleaned up, like he aways did. He made their shared space spotless. Again, like he always did. But this time, he didn’t put the garbage in the bin, he put it in a bag and hid it in his room. He went to class, knowing Matt wouldn’t be home when he got back.

*

Matt had been having a good day. His hangover wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d expected, so he was able to make his date with that cute girl from Psych class—Lacy, or something? She wasn’t exactly his type, but Danny seemed crazy about her, and that was incentive enough. She talked a lot more than he usually liked in a girl, but his fatigue meant he didn’t feel like saying much himself, so it worked out. It worked out so well, in fact, that she agreed to go back to his room with him.

They entered the apartment, and he was pleased to find the common area empty. Good, seeing that scrawny dork would have ruined the mood. He led his date to his bedroom. When he opened the door, he felt his face heat up. He didn’t exactly keep the place clean, but he hadn’t leftthis mess. The freak had made his bed, and on top of the comforter sat all the garbage him and his friends had left out last night. Chip packets had been upturned, spilling crumps onto his floor, and a stain was forming under the not-quite-empty beer bottles. There was broken glass laid out on his bedside table.

‘Ew,’ Lacy (or something) said.

‘This wasn’t me, my bastard of a roommate is messing with me.’

‘Don’t care. I’m not getting into that bed. See you in class, Matt.’ She left, shaking her head.

He threw open Danny’s door hard enough to chip the paint on the wall behind it. The smaller man was at his desk, working on an essay. Danny looked at him, then the door, his eyes wide. He smiled hesitantly. ‘Well, there goes our deposit.’

‘This is the last straw!’

‘Last straw?’ Danny laughed, though it sounded more scared than amused. ‘What other straws were there? I cook, I clean, I put up with your asshole friends. This is the only thing I’ve ever done to you, and I was just making a point! If you cleaned up after yourself, this wouldn’t have happened!’

‘Well, it won’t be happening again,’ he practically growled. He pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like an iPhone, but thicker. He pointed it at Danny. ‘I’m going to make you regret the day you met me.’

‘A bit late for that,’ Danny muttered, trying to lighten the mood. His smile had morphed into a grimace. It was just a bit of rubbish, it wasn’t that bad, right? Matt couldn’t be that mad. He had to be messing with him.

Matt hit a button, and Danny felt something change in his head. It was subtle, so subtle that he couldn’t even tell what it meant, but he felt different.

‘When I leave this room, you’re going to go to bed. You’ll sleep through until tomorrow, and you won’t remember any of this conversation. You will, however, have an overpowering, unbearable need to sniff my farts. The ranker, the better. You will believe that you need to sniff my farts to survive, and you’ll do anything to have them.’

Danny frowned. He wanted to laugh, but the absurdity of what he’d just heard, coupled with Matt’s serious expression, went beyond humour. It was worrying. Did Matt actually think he’d obey him? That was ridiculous. Danny couldn’t think about his roommates words any further, as his bedroom door closed and he found himself overwhelmed by exhaustion. He better get to bed.

*

The next morning Danny woke up with the overwhelming, indisputable feeling that something was wrong. Wrong with him, specifically. He didn’t feel sick exactly, nor did this feeling fit his typical anxiety. It was more like he needed something. He was missing something important—something he couldn’t survive without. It was like breathing in a room without oxygen. He needed to find this missing thing fast.

He rushed out of his room, eyes barely open but heart racing with blind panic. He shoved open Matt’s door, not really sure what he was going to say to him, but needing talk to someone. The odour inside dropped him to his knees.

Matt had swung his comforter off as Danny burst in, ready to yell about being woken up for the second morning in a row, and a full nights worth of rancid gas had been dispersed.

Matt paused when he saw his roommate, who was on his knees in the middle of Matt’s room with his head back and eyes closed, his face the picture of bliss. It worked. The machine—device—thing his brother had leant him worked.

Danny’s stomach roiled at the revolting stench wafting up his nose, but he didn’t care. It was like when he had to take gross-tasting medications as a child. He didn’t like it, but he needed it. This was what he needed. He was too relieved to care what it was.

But then the smell dissipated, and the bad feeling returned.

‘Matt?’

‘Yes, Danny?’ he replied, his face the picture of innocence.

‘Do you have any more of that?’

‘More of what?’

‘Gas, farts, whatever you want to call it. Please, I need it. I can’t explain why, just please let me sniff your farts!’ He begged, voice becoming louder and more frantic as he spoke.

Matt smiled his best reassuring smile. ‘Well sure, buddy. I recon I’ve got some more in the tank, but you’ll have to help me work them out.’

Danny nodded hard enough to make his head spin. ‘Sure, man. Whatever you want.’

Matt stood up and shimmied out of his boxers.

Danny drooled. He never thought there’d be a day where he’d drool at the sight of another man’s naked body, but he couldn’t help it. He knew what kind of gas those round globes were capable of, and now he could smell it right from the source, all barriers gone.

He was disgusted with himself. Consciously, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. What he’d just said. Just sitting here, huffing old farts was already the most revolting thing he’d ever done, and he’d asked Matt to make it worse. He was never going to live this down.

But the rest of his mind screamed at him that at least he was going to live. That it’s not like sniffing farts was particularly painful. Sickening and humiliating, sure, but he’d felt both those things at the hands of his roommate before. People have done worse to survive.  

He wasn’t sure why he needed this, he was just glad that Matt was being so agreeable about it.

Matt laid back on his bed and pulled his legs up, holding them under the knees.

Between the thick cheeks, Danny could see the hairy, pink hole, and he couldn’t wait to feel what came out of it. Feel that hot, stinky hair go right down into his lungs and offset whatever awful thing was affecting him. He crawled to the side of the bed and stuck his face between the cheeks until his nostrils touched the warm pucker, then took a deep breath. Sweat and shit and old farts. He was already feeling better.

‘Not so fast,’ Matt said. ‘It’s still moving down. I’ve got a fart bomb coming, but in the mean time, you’ve got to do something for me.’

‘What?’

‘Most girls won’t go near my poor, unwashed ass, so it’s been a while since I’ve had a good rimming.’

Danny blanched. He may have his face buried between Matt’s cheeks, but that was for survival, it didn’t mean he was oblivious to how absolutely revolting the thing was. The crack was shiny with sweat, and all those horrible smells he’d been fawning over a moment ago seemed a lot worse when he though about them hitting his tongue instead of his lungs. But he needed Matt’s help. If he wanted Matt to help him, he had to do what he asked.

Danny gave the anus a hesitant lick. It tasted like shit and sweat. He closed his mouth, chocking back bile.

‘What a shame, I thought you needed this? I guess no farts for you.’

‘No!’ Danny yelled, grabbing Matt’s thighs so he couldn’t put his legs down. ‘I can do it!’

He forced himself to take a long, proper lick, all the way along the crack. Ass tastes like ass, he noted, wishing ass tasted better. Wishing Matt took regular showers. He paid special attention to the hole, since he figured that’s what Matt would want, and tried to ignore the pubic hair sticking to his tongue. He swallowed them down. It would be worth it. The gas had to be worth it.

Matt grabbed the back of his head. ‘Here it comes.’

A hot, booming fart shot into his mouth and Danny sucked it down. It was glorious. Everything his body was craving. It also made him want to throw up.

His lungs burned, and his entire mouth tasted like rotten eggs and sewage, but he was content.

‘You good?’ Matt asked.

He nodded.

‘Great, now get the fuck out of my room.’

*

It was less than half an hour later when the cravings came back. The gas had left his system and, oh God, he needed more.

Matt had just left his room and was now heading towards the kitchen.

‘Hey!’ he said, maybe a little too eagerly.

‘The fuck you want now?’

‘I need more.’

‘Well, you can wait.’

He was hit with a wave of panic. He felt worse with every passing second, like he was holding his breath, and he was sure any moment would be is last. ‘I can’t, I really can’t. Please Matt.’

‘Fine,’ Matt said, shrugging. ‘Make me breakfast and you can sniff all the farts you want afterwards.’

‘Yes!’ He rushed over to the fridge and set about preparing an elaborate, but not too time-consuming breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, baked beans. All things Matt loved, and things Danny usually kicked up a fuss about him eating, because they made his extra gassy.

Matt was impressed. Once he was sure the hypnosis was in effect, he knew Danny would do whatever he asked, but he really went all out. ‘Nice, I should have you cook my breakfast every day.’

‘I’ll cook all your meals, if you want, just please let me smell you.’

Matt smirked. ‘Get under the table.’

While Matt ate, Danny buried his face in the other man’s clothed balls, sucking up every fart that rolled under them. The smell was horrible, and only got worse as the meal went on and the food took effect. Danny found himself gagging and his vision shaking, but he kept going. Part of him was glad Matt had pants on, sure if he had to take these ass bombs point-blank he’d either vomit or pass out, but the rest of his brain was wishing for the clothes to be gone, and for that filthy ass to be sat on his face. The worse the fart, the longer it would sustain him. He didn’t know how he knew this.

After breakfast, Danny gleefully skipped class so he could lay behind Matt on the couch, his face buried in his ass. Danny hadn’t eaten anything himself, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything with these odours around, but it was worth it.  

Matt had rugby practice in the afternoon.

Danny tried to work on his assignments, but all he could think about was how it had been hours since he’d last smelt his roommate’s farts, and he needed them. Time was running out.

Matt came home in the evening, and Danny met him at the door. Matt walked past him towards the bathroom.

‘Wait!’ Danny said, stepping in front of him.

‘What?’ Matt snapped.

‘Well, um…’ He didn’t know how to ask without sounding entitled, presumptuous, and the larger man already seemed annoyed. He didn’t want him to be mad. He might withhold that life-sustaining gas. ‘Please?’

‘No. I need to piss. You can wait.’

‘Please, Matt.’ He had the urge to fall to his knees again, like he had earlier. He did. The ass was closer to him, this way.

Matt gave an exasperated sigh. It was fake, though. This was going exactly how he wanted it. He lowered his boxers, earning an eager look from his victim, but he didn’t turn around, instead he took his thick penis into his hand and pointed it at the other man’s face. ‘You don’t want to wait for me to piss? Then I hope you’re thirsty, because my bladder is about to burst.’

Danny was shocked. That was so disgusting, and unnecessary. It was urine, for fuck’s sake!  All he wanted—needed—was to sniff some farts. Matt was a gassy guy. It’s not like this would be a huge imposition for him. He couldn’t believe that Matt would make him do something like this. Sure, they weren’t friends, but he thought they got along okay. He didn’t deserve this.

Yet, when he opened his mouth, it wasn’t to object.

Hot urine hit his tongue, salty and bitter, and he struggled to swallow it down. Matt wasn’t lying about having a full bladder, and with how heavy his stream was, Danny ended up with piss running down his chin and drenching his t-shirt.

‘Good, now lay on the couch.’

He didn’t hesitate. Soon, there was a bare ass covering his face and hot, bubbly farts shoot up his nose. They smelt like rotten eggs and even more rotten meat, and he had to swallow down bile. Really, he was miserable. But even with his chest and throat burning, and fighting down sickness, he didn’t complain. How could he? He asked for this. This was the price he had to pay for his health.

Matt sat back on his fart slave, TV remote in hand, feeling the way the nerd under him jerked with each fart, fighting his body to stay put. He couldn’t be happier.

He even made Danny lick in sweaty, stinky pits clean before bed, just because he could. The way the nerd’s face scrunched up and he seemed to choke on his own saliva was bliss.  

*

Danny woke up the following morning with the same urgent need, but Matt wasn’t there. He remembered, with horror, that it was Friday. Matt went jogging with his team every Friday morning. He wasn’t there to fart on him.

He snuck into Matt’s room and dug frantically through the pile of unwashed clothes, collecting almost a dozen pairs of used boxers. He turned them all inside out, then gathered them in his hands and held them to his face. They reeked. He felt marginal relief, but it wasn’t enough.

Fortunately, it was then he heard the glorious clink of a key in their front door’s lock.

He hurried out to meet Matt, only to see him standing in the doorway with two of his friends. He couldn’t remember their names, had chosen not to memorise them out of spite, because they were the worst. Loud, smelly, self-centred, self-proclaimed Alpha Males.

He wanted to cry. There’s no way Matt would let him bury his face between his ass cheeks with them over—that would look gay.

The three men pushed past him without a glance. Matt and Jock #1 settled onto the couch, while Jock #2 was in the kitchen, helping himself to some of Danny’s clearly labelled orange juice.

Matt smirked. ‘Oh, Danny boy!’

‘Yeah?’

‘You want it, don’t you?’

Despite knowing how devastating this would be for his social life, Danny nodded eagerly. He didn’t want anyone to know what he’d reduced himself to for survival, but he also couldn’t say no. It’d been nearly ten hours now since he’d last breathed Matt’s gas, and he was genuinely surprised he’d lasted that long. He couldn’t risk Matt refusing him.

The muscular man gestured to the floor in front of him. Before he even knew what was happening, instinct had taken over and Danny was on his knees in front of Matt, his obnoxious friend cackling.

‘You got him trained well.’

‘You haven’t seen nothing, yet.’

Jock #2 came around the back of the couch and sat in the armchair. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Oh, Danny here was just about to clean my feet for me,’ Matt said, putting his sneaker-clad foot in Danny’s lap. He then put his hand on his own cheek in feigned shock. ‘Oh, but you have nothing to clean them with! I really don’t want to dirty one of our nice, white towels, what should we do? Any ideas, Danny boy?’

Danny got the message. He pulled Matt’s sneakers off, then his socks. The sour stench of sweaty feet was strong enough to have both guests covering their noses, but Danny didn’t have that luxury. He pulled a foot towards his face and sucked the big toe into his mouth. The taste was sour, and vinegary, and bitter. Exactly how dirty socks smell, but much worse. He coughed around the digit, gagging on the taste, but kept going, sucking each toe clean. He was too desperate to refuse.

Matt’s friends laughed, talking loudly about what a freak he was, but he tried to ignore them. It’s not like he could do anything about it. Afterall, they were right. What normal man needed to sniff farts to survive? Speaking of, even if could convince them licking his roommate feet was normal, they hadn’t gotten to the main event.

With the toes clean, and gritty toe-jam coating Danny’s tongue, refusing to go down, he licked up the arch.

He repeated the process on the other foot.

‘Good boy,’ Matt said, as if he were talking to a dog. ‘Now, stuff my balled-up socks into your mouth and I’ll give you your reward.’

Danny grabbed the socks, rolled them together, then pushed the damp ball into his mouth. They were thick socks, stretching his jaw to its limits, and the taste was foul.

‘I can’t believe he just did that,’ said Jock #2.

‘What’re you gonna reward him with?’ Jock #1 asked eagerly. ‘What the fuck does this sick freak want?’

Instead of answering, Matt put his hand on the back of Danny’s head, spread his own legs open, then pulled him in until his nose was pressed to the spot where Matt’s balls met the couch. Exactly where his farts would exit. Danny was shaking with anticipation.

‘Watch this,’ he told his friends. His muscles tensed and out came a booming fart. Danny audibly sniffed it up. ‘You like that?’ He ruffled Danny’s hair. ‘That’s the protein shake I drunk before my run.’

Danny moaned in appreciation. It was, hands-down, one of the worst farts he’d ever smelt. On par with Matt’s silent-but-deadlys. The eggy, shitty reek was exactly what he needed to make that frantic feeling subside.

‘Dude, that’s disgusting! What the fuck is wrong with him?!’

Matt laughed. ‘I don’t know, maybe he’s got a fart kink? He begs me to let him sniff my farts—will do anything for them.’

‘That’s the grossest thing I’ve ever heard.’

Matt pushed out a slow, wet fart. It burned Danny’s nose. ‘He let me piss in his mouth yesterday.’

‘Actually, that is.’

Danny was in a waking nightmare. It was bad enough that Matt was doing this to him in front of other people, he didn’t have to give them all the sick details. The worst part was that none of it was a lie. He did beg to sniff his farts. He did drink piss for them. Even now, listening to their words, he didn’t want to pull away. He needed the smell too much. There was something really wrong with him, and it made him a freak.

He deserved to be laughed at.

*

Matt let him come to class the following day, and it was one of their only shared classes. Psychology. The class they shared with his crush, his dream, Lacy Stevenson. He’d had a thing for her since high school, and it looked like he had a shot until she met Matt. He had no idea what girls saw in that rude, smelly jerk, but whatever it was, Lacy saw it too.

When they entered the room together, she didn’t even look at him, immediately transfixed by Matt.

‘Hey,’ she said, offering an awkward wave. ‘Sorry about the other day, I was too hasty. I should have let you explain.’

Matt smiled. ‘No sweat. We could give it another shot, no garbage or broken glass this time?’

Danny looked between them, confused. What was all this about garbage and broken glass? It rang a bell, but only vaguely. He was suddenly sure he’d forgotten something important.

‘That sounds great.’ She beamed.

Danny ignored that odd feeling and focused on putting the pieces together. Matt and Lacy were going on a date. By the sounds of it, a second date.

He hadn’t lost his chance, he told himself. It wouldn’t work out. Matt’s relationships never last—no girl wants to put up with his attitude or his stink. Who knows, maybe them going out was just the thing he needed to get her attention back. She’d be over at their apartment fairly often, so he could talk to her. Lay the ground work for when her and Matt broke up.

‘Danny boy?’ Matt pulled him from his thoughts.

‘Yeah.’

He had a mischievous grin. ‘Do you want something?’

It was like he’d flicked a switch.

Oh fuck. Oh no. The classroom was full, and Lacy was right there in front of them. He couldn’t do that here. She’d hate him. She’d think he was some sort of sick, gay pervert. It would be fine, all he had to do was say no.

He dropped to his knees and nodded.

Matt frowned. ‘What do you want?’

‘Please, Matt, I need it,’ he begged.

‘Er, what’s going on?’ Lacy asked. Some of the other students were looking now.

‘Yeah, Danny. What’s going on?’

His face was burning, as were his eyes. Tears were blocking his nose. ‘Please, Matt, fart on my face.’

There was a collective gasp around the room, followed by a few uncomfortable laughs.

‘Gross, man. We’re in class, and I’m not gay!’

‘Please.’

‘Urg, fine. Only because you’re so pathetic.’

Matt lowered the back of his pants and Danny pressed his opened mouth to the crack. A wet, bubbly fart echoed throughout the room.

‘That’s revolting!’ Lacy said, pulling her shirt over her nose. ‘You’re sick.’

Danny could feel her eyes on him, but he stayed where he was. He’d made his choice.

Matt rewarded him with another fart.

*

It was only a month later, after every element of Danny’s social life had been destroyed, and even his teachers looked at him like he was a freak, that Matt finally removed the hypnosis. Or, part of it at least.

Danny now knew that he didn’t actually need farts to live, and he remembered when Matt put the hypnosis in place, but the cravings remained. Maybe he would have been able to fight them if he’d actually had something to fight for, but there was nothing. Even his parents knew what had happened. His mother was ashamed—it didn’t matter why it happened, only how bad it made her look. His father thought it was hilarious, and praised Matt for finally putting his ‘pathetic brat’ in his place.

With no reason left to resist, he gave himself over to the cravings and became Matt’s willing fart slave. Even Lacy stopped looking at him as a human. When she came over for her and Matt’s dates, she didn’t bat and eye when Matt sat on his face, and even thanked Matt when he called Danny into bed with them so she wouldn’t have to smell his gas.

This was his life now, and it would be for as long as Matt wanted it.

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