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(got some requests to do disposal and i’ve had this on tap for a while. as a frat boy myself who goes to a big SEC school, i rlly love frat guys in vore, so this one was a fun story to write. it’s a little longer and features some quite graphic digestion and disposal, so don’t say i didn’t warn you… although if you’ve read this far you’re probably into that stuff… you dirty perv😏😏 i got a little creative with the disposal/anal vore so, as always, i hope yall do enjoy! also let me know if yall would want to read a story involving high school baseball players and lots of cruel digestion😈)

Holden sat on the ledge of the pool, glancing over at the rest of the party. Kappa’s always knew how to do it best, he thought as he felt something rearrange deep within his guts. That twink from this morning was nothing but mush snaking through his bowels, and boy was he a fighter. He was still giving the 19 year old wild indigestion. Holden felt a breathy toot slide between his wet cheeks before taking a deep huff, the smell of digesting meat always got him off, and his stiffening semi was a testament to that. His girthy pipe of smooth, pink flesh bounced in his wet swim trunks, the head imprinted against the American flag print. “Fuck bruh, now I gotta take care of this,” he muttered as he rubbed his hands over his potbelly, sliding over the slippery pudge and all the way down to his dick, palming at his growing member. There was sudden movement in the boy’s peripheral vision—some twink dipping his feet in the pool, toting a Michelob Ultra as he aimlessly scrolled on his phone, all alone…

Holden pounced at the opportunity and wobbled over to the twink, his ass, belly, and bulge bouncing with every massive step. The hulking boy approached the obvious freshman, and in less than 5 minutes Holden was skullfucking the twink behind the pool house, a new record. The boy gagged and choked on gat white cock, the blush pink tip shoved down his esophagus as his veiny shaft throbbed with desire, massaged and stroked by the boy’s near constant gags. His face was painted with drool, snot, and various other bodily fluids as Holden released his grip on the boy’s fluffy brown hair. The freshman fell back and gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as ribbons of drool dripping from Holden’s sizable dick, raining down onto the grass below as the bulking jock huffed and puffed. “Fuck I love that mouth baby,” he breathlessly moaned as he knelt down and delicately caressed the boy’s slobbery face, his palm lovingly resting on his jaw as he peered into the boy’s watery eyes.

The frat guy bent down and kissed the boy, running his massive hands through the back of his curly locks. The small twink took this as a sign, rubbing his hands up and down Holden’s bloated form as he felt the frat boy’s slobbery tongue explore his mouth, sucking on his tongue and biting his bottom lip as the two passionately made out in a breathless haze.

And then, it was like a flip had switched. The predatory college student spontaneously turned from soft and sweet back to his cruel and dominating nature, roughly shoving the smaller boy down onto the dewey grass. He knelt down, straddling the boy’s chest, crushing him with his size before bending over to meet his victim’s face. Their eyes aligned as Holden gently pressed his forehead against the shamefully aroused twink. A wet grumble erupted from deep within Holden’s pudgy potgut.

“The last twink I did this too wants to say hi…”

His voice was soft yet gruff before his lips snapped at the freshman’s. His tongue explored the freshman’s mouth once more as the gurgling erupted, this time even louder. A repulsive gust of stale air rushed up Holden’s throat and into the boy’s mouth, causing the twink’s cheeks to puff as sour air rushed into his mouth and down his throat. It tasted of charred meat, stank breath, and an almost sour sort of musky— something truly disgusting. The freshman turned his head to gag and cough as saliva from the belch continued to pelt him.

Holden took this as a sign and lifted himself off the boy, squatting over him as he turned himself around so his ass faced the boy’s… how do I put it… face. The boy yelped a meek“No!” before Holden pulled down his American Eagle Swim Trunks, slowly revealing two massive white globes that were perfectly dusted with curly brown hairs—sculpted from years of Lacrosse and squat racks.

In a swift motion, he plopped his ass down, muffling the boy’s pleading with his musky fat ass. The boy’s face was smothered between those monstrous cheeks, his sense of smell overwhelmed with an oniony musk that was only achievable through days of hitting the gym and not showering, with a hint of sweat and chlorine, of course. His hairy asshole tickled the boy’s face as all 250 lbs of the frat boy (and the 25lbs or so that was left of breakfast) bore down on the young boy.

“Fucking eat my ass lil’ bitch,”

The frat boy sneered as the boy beneath him desperately squirmed for air, arms flailing and legs convulsing from the rush of pure musk and lack of breathable air.

Holden began to grind his asshole against the freshman’s face, doing anything to stimulate himself and the boy currently being assaulted by his salty musk. In doing so, the frat boy inadvertently shoved the boy’s nose up his ass, giving him a taste of unadulterated man musk and shit, courtesy of Holden’s proclivity to not wipe.

“Damn,” Holden gasped as he felt himself grow even harder, the muffled vibrations of the boy’s screams sending shocks up his spine as the muscles in his legs began to tremble. He pressed down even harder and with a couple wet squelches, the boy’s entire face was shoved in Holden’s rectum. His screams suddenly felt even better as the frat boy discovered a novel way of ingestion.

Soon, Holden was laying in the grass stroking his dick as the unnamed boy’s squirms pushed against his prostate, his feet finally sliding into his hole with a squelch and a little fart. “Holy shitt-” the boy deeply groaned as he came all over his lumpy, bulging gut. The orgasm lasted minutes as Holden firmly rubbed his gut with his free hand, feeling the giant bulge of an entire human encased within his lower gut, with a couple hard objects indented through the pudge. “Fuck, I’ve never melted two twinks at once,” Holden said with blissful satisfaction as his gut began to loudly gurgle at the currently living twink, his other meal being much further along in the digestive process.

Within his bowels was an inhuman hellscape, the twink lodged inside feebly writhed and screamed as he was slowly slid through a dark, constricted tube. The slippery walls of the tube kneaded and compressed him as he inched up what seemed like miles and miles of Holden’s hot and wretched intestines. He could feel Holden’s big hands rubbing and pressing down on him, and there were also disgusting blasts of air that would rush by him, resulting in squealing farts that were deafening from within the frat boy’s digestive system. The freshman could only sob as he was pushed into even tighter tubes, his body contorting in ways that shouldn’t have been humanly possible. His smooth skin was being sprayed with a goopy substance that made him tingle and itch, and soon enough he would meet his other twink friend that was along for the ride….

A rancid chunky paste of sorts began to coat the boy’s hair and face, slowly subsuming him as Holden’s breakfast and dinner collided. The boy thrashed and cried out as he was basted in a slurry of mysterious paste and digestive enzymes, and the boy soon found himself being scraped and cut against jagged little pellets and needles. The bones of the half-digested twink dug into the still somewhat-living one. As the two fought for space within Holden’s small intestine, the space and air began to grow thinner by the second. With a final, worthless cry, the unnamed freshman was snuffed out, suffocated by the half digested soup of meat and bone that was Holden’s prior meal.

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In the morning Holden awoke outside the frat pool house with a massive headache, a clear sign of the debauchery of the night prior. His swim trunks were lain in the grass beside him, and his gut was still incredibly bulging and loudly gurgling. There was a noticeable discomfort in his bowels , and this turned into an undeniable pressure as his meals begged for release.

Holden squatted over a patch of grass as his hairy white globes sputtered with fetid gas, his deadly guts burbling as they quickly got a move on. He saw the abnormally lumpy bulge in his lower bowels shift and convulse as a snaking log soon crackled out of his hairy hole. Peppered with bone and curly blonde hairs, a dozen or so steaming logs of the same magnitude were pushed from his gaping pink pucker.

His massive dick twitched as he felt something large begin to push against his prostate. His hole stretching as a handful of coarse, matted brown hair brushed his prostate. Soon the entire head of last night’s twink was birthed back out into the world, his hair caked with shit and anal slime as his body cascaded out of Holden’s hole. After his shoulders were (painfully) excreted, the entire body slid out of Holden like a creampie after a night at the bathhouse. His corpse landing in the grass beside the large pile of shit and indigested material. “No fucking way,” Holden exclaimed as he quickly turned around to see it for his own eyes.

The boy was tightly curled into a ball, his skin a pale blue and covered with a greenish-brown marinade of shit and gastric juice. There was some reddening and cuts from the splintered bone that ran the length of his body, but he was mostly unscathed—just pale and pruned from being dead and doused in intestinal juice. The most erotic part of it though was his cute little face, frozen in a eerie cry as he was cruelly snuffed from the world by some drunk and horny frat boy.

“Hot damn,” was the only thing Holden could mutter, mindlessly dribbling precum from his growing BWC. “Guess I should just hose him down and go for round 2,” he chuckled to himself as he lightly tugged at his throbbing erection, looking around for the nearest hose and Busch Lite.

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Austin is back selling more pillows with his Dawgz 👣 out.

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Harry Lewis

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“That went even better than I thought… I mean. An ALL DOORS buy?! We—this is the big leagues! Officially.” My head was spinning and my heart was still pounding in my chest. We’d been through hell putting together the sales pitch and now, we were going nationwide. He was laughing and holding his head. We were both giddy. He plopped down on the hotel bed. He tapped the one parallel motioning for me to sit. I sat and said, “we won’t be having to share a hotel room after this amariiiight?” I pointed my finger-guns at him while making a clicking sound with my mouth. “Don’t be so sure” he said with a wink. I gulped. I wished he wasn’t hot. My life would’ve been so much easier if he wasn’t hot! “You made me look very good in there. You really landed that whole meeting, thank you.” He said. “Oh god that’s the easy part. I’m just glad all those late nights were worth it!” I answered. “You like making me look good…don’t you?” He said. His eyelids dropped, his breathing slowed, he put his hand on my knee. “I just—I guess I’m trying to say—well it’s not that hard to make you look good,” I stammered. He crossed his leg and untied his shoe. He let it drop. He did the same with his other shoe. He began stretching his toes in his socks. As the mellow scent began to hit me, I was starting to freak out. I couldn’t catch my breath. This was all too much stimulation. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to scream, cry, or cum. “You… were a very, very good boy today.” He said in a buttery tone. Instantly I was grounded again. He called me boy. He called me a good boy at that! I couldn’t speak but I was sure I was beaming. “Do you know what good boys get?” He asked. “No—ehh, what should I call you?” I asked. “Call me Sir,” he said winking again. “No, Sir. What do good boys get?” I asked. He slowly peeled his sweaty sock off, “good boys, get stinky feet time.” He said. He looked down at the floor, and I understood. I sunk down between both beds. “You’re gonna sniff, and kiss, and lick my big feet… I’m gonna rub ‘em on you and let you snuggle up to my nice soft sweaty feet ok boy? Just for you.” He said. He slowly lifted his foot. “Start with lil kisses ok?” He said. I began kissing. The smell was perfect, salt sweat, musk, cotton, and leather. I let out a sound that was half moan and half whine. “Gooooood boy. Yeah. That’s so sweet. Good boy, you can lick if you want to. You deserve it.” He said. I was writhing on the floor, “how did you know?” I whispered in between licks. “When we checked in, I told you I was gonna shower and shave. I forgot my razor, I came out to grab it and there you were… sniffing my socks and touching yourself. You were in such a trance you didn’t even notice I’d caught you. That’s when I knew things were gonna change.” He answered. I was making out with his soles as he spoke. “I’m gonna beat off now my special boy. You can too, you just gotta ask permission to cum ok? And you gotta say real loud what made you cum. You gotta talk about my feet ok? You got that?” He said. “Yes Sir, I got it. It’s your big, perfect, warm, stinky feet that are gonna make me squirt. Sir’s feeeet.” I moaned. “Good boy.” He said.

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After every practice and match, you remove his soccer cleats and socks, and burry your face into his bare feet. Wiping your nose up and down them and breathing heavily between his toes. After several minutes, he squeezes your nose with his toes or taps the side of your cheek with his foot. Your tongue comes out and commences to worship his feet. Licking them all over and between each of his toes. You do this till he’s satisfied then continue smelling and kissing the bottoms of his feet till he’s done messing around on his phone. You both live on the same block, on the same soccer team with him being the captain, and it’s completely gone to his head on how much foot power he has over you ever since he caught you sniffing his soccer cleats. It’s basically become an unspoken rule now that you automatically grovel at his feet when you both are hanging out. You’ve even gone so far as to kiss his cleats after the game and offered yourself as his footrest while you both watching a movie. Yah, he totally has you wrapped around his toes but it’s a place you love being at. 

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Up in Eric’s room with his other buddies, Dustin and Nathan, Jeff had to sit on the floor by Nathan as Dustin and Eric were on the bed and Nathan sitting in the chair behind him. Jeff could already detect Nathan’s stinky socks from behind him. He kn ew this odor as Nathan had teasingly ambushed him with his smelly socked feet a few week’s before. He did his best at resisting them but saw that Nathan was having to good a time in making him breathe them in.  10 minutes had passed with them talking and watching the game, he could feel Nathan push his socked feet on his backside. Jeff played it off like it was nothing then heard some slightly shuffling from behind. He heard Nate say,”Hey Jeff…”  Jeff turned around to look up at his friend and saw Nathan’s bare foot raised up with a gleeful smile across his face.  “My feet want another round.”    “Please no, I barely survived…,” Jeff began but couldn’t finish as both bare feet locked around his neck. He could feel himself being pulled back and pushed down to the floor. Before he could move, he saw the bottoms of both soles descend upon his face, his nose pushing into them, the strong teen foot odor filling his nostrils. “Mfffhhhh,” Jeff muffled out before pushing one foot off his face. “Nooo, Nate. Your feet,” Jeff gasped as the foot quickly came back, his whole face disappearing again. Nathan chuckled from above saying,”Yah my feet what? You know you wanna smell them again! Go on…. Stay down there and get a good sniff!”  Jeff wrestled with the feet for a few minutes, tried raising himself up, but ultimately continued feeling his friend’s bare soles push his face back down.  After 10 minutes, he barely heard his other friend Dustin comment,”Jeff, you like getting degraded by Nate’s feet?”   Jeff only muffled out a faint no, feeling embarrassed, as he weakly tried pushing the feet away.  He could see Nathan looking down at him before watching both feet engulf him. Nathan began shaking them on his friends face and saying cockily,”Yah, you do. My feet rule you.” Jeff felt one padded sole slide down his nose till Nathan’s toes nestled and curled over his nostrils. “Now smell!”  

Jeff took a deep inhale, the foot scent totally annihilating his face and senses. He struggled and tried to maneuver his face out from under them to no avail before grabbing the jean cuff’s, pulling Nathan’s feet to either side of his face, and croaked out,”You win. I admit defeat.”  Nathan raised his arms up in a quick victory pose, brought them down, and solemnly peered down at his exhausted friend. Jeff felt Nathan’s toes push against the sides of his cheeks, feeling them smoosh together distorting his face. Nathan smiling, he asked,”Like my feet in your face?”  Jeff knew he did and could sense Nathan enjoyed the challenge of it as well in keeping him down.  He took a risk and slowly nodded yes against his friends toes. Nathan grinned, adding,”Smelling them?”  Jeff again nodded yes. Nathan flashed a bigger smile of satisfaction and propped his feet back on-top  of his face, completely smothering him. For the next 20 min Jeff felt the toes and smelly soles smear over his nose, inhaling the dry scent, only pretending to hate it a handful of time for appearances. Eric and Dustin soon got tired of gaming and they all decided to head to the mall for awhile. Dustin ribbed Jeff a little bit on being Nathan’s foot rest while they walked around.  Jeff blushed a little and fumbled out an excuse of being tired and Nate being too strong. Nathan responded back victoriously,”My feet always end up beating him.”  When Eric and Dustin started talking about something else, Nathan leaned into Jeff and said covertly,”You’re defiantly smelling my feet again. You want that?”  Jeff gulped and said,”Yes.”  Nathan responded snickering, “Haha, yah be my foot slave. Wanna lick my feet and toes too?” Jeff responded,”Yes… my foot master.” 

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Still here, still sphere~ 🐷

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Passed out on the floor from the party the night before… the college twin bro’s can’t help but nudge you awake in their usual way. They take turns wiping their size 12 and 11.5 bare feet on your face. Smearing their toes on your nose, dragging the bottoms over your face till you wake up. They see you awake but slowly push their toes in your mouth to lick between as they’ve done in the past when you’ve been laying on the floor. Just a little alphaness between friends.

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Slightly pissing off your friend the following week, he eventually accepts your apology but also lifts his feet up as part of the deal.  You kneel down on the floor and kiss the bottoms of each foot as this has become expected from him. An unspoken routine of being his foot servant when favors or apologies are needed. You peer at him between his feet as he crosses his arms. You know you aren’t done. You push his bare feet together and thrust your face into both bare soles, inhaling deeply. You rub your face against his feet, sniffing them, before burring your nose under his toes to smell. You sniff for several minutes then begin dragging your tongue up and down his soles and getting between each of his toes. He watches you silently lick his bare feet for the next 30 minutes until he finally says,”Apology accepted.”   With his feet pushed against your face, you part them some to see him, and beg,”Mind if I keep my face in your feet for a little bit more?”  He cracks a smile  and say’s,”sure.”   He tilts both feet inward to cover your nose again. You spend the next hour with his feet covering your face enjoying the taste of them.

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“Sure, I don’t mind. Get down there and kiss my feet for saving you in the pool. If you really wanna be grateful, they could use a massage after my shift is done.”