fartcushion

[fartcushion]

"Lick my feet. I know you want nothing more than to rim this ass but you need to learn self control. If you're going to be my slave you have to lose your sense ofself and obey me. So lick my feet and stare at this godly ass. I'm going to fart at you, but don't break. Keep licking those feet. You will smell them. You will see my hole pucker and push them out. But keep licking those feet. If you break, if you touch my ass or sniff from the source, then you are done. I'll find a slave who can be no one for me. You'll beg and moan to start with, I'll allow that; but soon you'll take fart after fart in silent inhalation knowing that only when your god wants it will your place be between these cheeks".

[fartcushion]

"Fuck your long, complicated, drink order. Here's your coffee, ya soy boy fag. Now drink it and say thank you. Don't forget to tip".

Special (Gassy) Brew

[fartcushion]

Your new girlfriend needed to collect some stuff from her ex's place. Not keen to have her alone with him considering you'd heard he could be quite controlling you offered to go. See how he dealt with a 6' 2" rugby player. Turns out he's more than a match for you.

As soon as you walked through the door he had you. Without understanding it you had to serve him. Worship him. He was more than happy to lie back and let you. Now you're addicted, you'd do anything to sniff and lick his feet again. His demand; break up with your girlfriend and convince her to get back with him. Do that and he'll let you be his big foot slave.

What's that, you don't think that's fair on her? Here, breathe deep again from the shoe. Better? Now, lets give her a call.

#45 — King Tyler

[fartcushion]

Joining the army was meant to toughen you up. But instead on day one your recruits flagged you as the barracks fag and never let you forget it. Your holes were to be available 24hrs a day. Your mission was to make life easier for them in this tough environment. You were their entertainment.

Tomorrow you all head out on weekend drill and the squad leader wants to make sure you've got all the extra stuff packed. Real men shouldn't be expected to carry all the gear like pack mules, that's what fags are for. Plus all this contraband you're sneaking out for them, who cares if you get dishonourably discharged. Now get your face in his ass while he goes through your bag and chucks out more of your crap to make room. He's got some army ration farts coming your way and the rest of the guys in the barracks better not smell them.

They'll film it and maybe if your lucky it will be used for the next army promo vid, and you'll be sniffing the farts of future recruits for years to come.

[fartcushion]

When the office runs out of toilet paper. That's what the chain of command is for.

[fartcushion]

Can't hold it in much longer, better get your face in there

@dinamitokid

[fartcushion]

When COVID hit and we all had to leave the office and work from home my manager made it clear that didn't mean I could slack from my duties. He sent me his address and told me to be there bright and early to assume the position; down on the floor with his feet resting on my face.

It's been like that ever since, the company continued to allow WFH at the end of the pandemic and my boss wasn't to going to pass up having me all to himself without supervision.

Now my responsibilities have been extended. I get there early to wake him up with breakfast before getting in to position; sniffing, licking and rubbing his feet as he does real work. At lunch time he normally gets horny and demands I service him. The rest of the day I'm back under his feet, an obedient foot rest. Then when he clocks off he heads to the gym while I cook his dinner. Dished up for his return I take my place at his feet under the table to lick off the post gym sweat. Finally I clean everything and do the laundry before heading home.

If I manage to make the last bus that's a good day. But sometimes sir keeps me late enough to just miss it and I have to walk the 2hr distance. The whole time tasting his feet on my tongue. I get home and took tired to eat head to bed, ready to start all over again the next day.

[fartcushion]

This is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow 🌈

[fartcushion]

Do you like licking ass?

That was all the Grindr message said. The guy in the profile looked fit. Young and slim, completely out of your league. His distance was close. You looked around the bar to see if you could spot him, but you couldn't. Quickly you responded.

Fuck yeh I do

Almost instantly his response followed.

Saw you at the bar. I'm in the toilet cubicle upstairs come on up.

Nervously you head to the door. You've never done anything in public like this. Sure the odd night at someone's home, but nothing like this. But damn if the guys half as good as his photo you can't miss out on getting with him!

You go in to the bathroom and knock on the door, hoping this wasn't some wind up.

The door opens, and there he is. He beckons you inside and you squeeze past. He closes the door behind you and pushes you down to sit on the closed toilet. The smell of shit in the air, but it's to be expected in a toilet, you try to push the thought aside.

"So glad you answered. Would have been really embarrassing had you not"

"Oh, why's that?" You ask, thinking he was showing actual interest in you.

"Well you see..." gestures " ...I ran out out of toilet paper. And I didn't want to go back down and get shit on my clothes. So that's where you come in. I always keep Grindr on my phone for these kind of emergencies where I need a toilet fag. Now then, lick my ass"

[fartcushion]

Any chance that you'll write more parts of beneath the bully?

I will do! I shall wrap up the ones I began before starting anything new.

Focusing on finishing BTB and Mile High Sub first along side rolling out The Fart Room chapters.

[fartcushion]

This was ridiculous, you'd been waiting 15mins for your order now. You went through the drive through to make it quicker. Only to be told to pull in to the waiting area and they'd bring it over.

You get out your car and head inside, this wasn't on. They might not have important jobs, but you certainly did and you were going to be late because of them. You explained this to the girl behind the counter. She of course was useless, trying to fob you off with apologies and assuring you it would be out soon. Psh, you'd heard that before. Only when she confirmed the order would be bought out by the manager did you finally drop the matter and return to the car. Ready to prepare your speech for the manager when he came out, you'd give him a piece of your mind then drive off without another word. That would certainly put him in his place.

A couple minutes went by and you saw out the door open. Out walked a young, muscular guy with a cocky grin. Appropriate since you could see his fat cock showing through the tight trousers as he got closer, not that he needed to be close to see it as it was that girthy.

He got to your car but rather than come to the open window that you stared out of, silenced by his dominating swagger, he walked around to the passenger side door, opened it, and sat down. His large frame filled his side of the car and then some of yours. You leant back, too intimated to go into your planned speech.

Without word he opened the bag and started to take handfuls of fries, eating them in front of you. Every now and then giving you a smirk.

"Close the window" he finally said, his mouth full of a bite of your burger. You did so. "I don't like the way you spoke to my employee back there". He takes a sip of your drink.

Buurrrppp

"I thought I'd come out personally and tell you I think you're a piece of shit" Another bite of burger.

Ppprrrppp

"I don't think you deserve our service". Handful of fries.

Bbbbbrrrrpppp

"If you're going to act like a piece of shit, you should therefore smell like one so people know to avoid you"

BBBBRRRRPPPBBB

He finishes the burger and with his hand covered in sauce reaches across and grabs the back of your head. With little effort he pulls you down across the car, your nose passing through the fart cloud, your face coming to rest pressed into his lap, the thick cock flexing against your cheek. A unspoken show of superiority.

Pprrrbbb

PBBTTT

BBRRrrrBbb

Unable to hold your breath or escape you froze held in place by his hand, as you inhaled fart after fart. The only break being a fleeting moment when he would take another swig of drink and belch loudly.

Finally you heard the sound of the last bit of coke being slurped through the straw. The fries finished. The bag crinkled above you.

PPPPPPRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBB

The fart echoed on. He held your head tight. It was the worst one so far. The smell of a man who eats constantly greasy fast food.

He opened the door and fresh air rushed in. He still held your head as he stepped out the car. Then your face was pushed down in to the passenger seat where his ass had just been assaulting it. You could feel how warm it was. Smell each and every fart that had been absorbed in to the fibres.

"I do hope you enjoyed your visit to Arby's today", and he walked away, leaving the door open for all to see you.

[fartcushion]

My uncle was staying with us for a couple of weeks. We got on fine during the day, the problem is at night he sleep walks. He will get up, go to the fridge to get some snacks and a drink, then head back to bed.

That would all be fine if he weren't lactose intolerant; but asleep he drinks glasses of milk and bites mouthful of cheese from the block. Also when sleep walking he gets disoriented and comes in to my room after instead of his own.

He'll stumble in, groaning in his discomfort, stomach gurgling. Then unload the most toxic farts in my room before heading off again. Last night he even squatted down beside my bed, I woke just in time to get a face full of it. Really wish my mouth hadn't been open in surprise!

He's always so apologetic the next morning when I confront him. Weird thing is, when I asked my dad about his brother sleep walking he didn't know what I was talking about.

[fartcushion]

The way home from the match was always the players favourite time. They had the long coach journey with the team's foot fag. After a few hours running around kicking the ball they were glad to have you rubbing and worshipping their feet. Come on now, don't keep them waiting.

Male Jock Feet

[fartcushion]

The Fart Room - Part 2

Sounds of greetings came muffled through the closed door. They were there for a minute or two, taking off shoes and jackets, the odd sound of cans and bottles clinking. The sound grew a little louder and then there was a tap on the door of the Fart Room; the cupboard under the stairs where you were knelt chained to the wall.

A round of laughter from guests who arrived that trailed off as they went through to start the party. You heard music playing in another room but otherwise you were left to your silent solitude. Your thoughts of utter humiliation, of shame and embarrassment. With each passing moment the dread built inside of you, knowing at any minute someone might come in and put you to work as the party's fart filter. But for a while nothing happened, your silence only interrupted by the odd knock at the front door or ring of the doorbell. The sound of the arrivals greeting the host, and the repeated tap at your door followed by cheers, laughs or applause. You imagined each time the host was informing the guests of your attendance. That their farts would be taken care of tonight.

Your phone had been taken from you so you weren't sure how much time had passed. But you thought it may have been at most half an hour. The newcomers seemed to have stopped, everyone coming was here and the party was in full swing out there. Over the music now was the general loud murmur of conversations. Each time a voice would get louder you froze, expecting the door to open, but then the voice would trail off as they went to another room.

At one point you heard someone walking up the stairs, and you had a moment of realisation. What if one of them went to the toilet, took a shit, and then later came to visit you! The host had pulled his pants down to give you his farts without a barrier, was that what they'd all do?! You started counting the seconds between people going upstairs and back down. So far everyone seemed quick, just a piss you hoped. The last guy went up the stairs and about half way up started jumping up and down on them, right above your head giving you an awful fright that caused you to hit your head on the low ceiling. He carried on, laughing as he went.

Eventually though, your luck ran out. The door opened and a man walked in. He was huge. He reminded you of those who'd compete on World's Strongest Man. You knew he'd be incredibly strong but the body gave a more chubby aesthetic. He struggled to manoeuvre in the room.

"Evening". He said but didn't wait for a response as he pivoted on the spot. His large ass coming round to your face.

BBRRPPPBBB

BBBRRRRPPPP

PPPPBBBBPPP

The farts came out thick and fast. They still made you jump each time, causing you another bump to the head since you'd been leaning so far back to avoid having to get close to the man. He looked like a slob in his joggers and faded vest. You assumed he struggled to find clothes to fit his frame.

"Oi!" he barked.

Bringing you back to attention. Before you could even respond or react he backed up. Your head crushed against the ceiling, the sides of your face engulfed by his large cheeks. The light was blocked out.

He held you there. Your nose pressed up against his hole. You could barely breathe. Each inhalation filled your lungs with his gas. The smell of day long sweat absorbed in to the joggers mixed in with the rank shitty smell of his farts.

"There we go". He cooed above. Slowly rocking his ass side to side, taking your face with it.

"Breathe it in and I'll report back you're doing a good job. Apparently I'm the first guest of the night to use you. Not surprising as I usually can't go long without letting rip"

Bbbbrrrrrpppppp

"Oh, right on cue"

Again he rolled his ass across your face. "Breathe it in".

After each subsequent fart he let the silence of the room hang, only disturbed by the desperate breathing attempts you made from beneath his ass. The weight was crushing you nose and your skull, you fought back the desperate need to push him off you. Fearing what would happen if you tried. Instead you let his rolling ass take your head without resistance, it helped spread the pressure and on each end the of the arc you got a bit more room to inhale the noxious air.

"Good job, see you later". With that he stepped away. The light blinding you. Out through the door he went, leaving you alone again. The room had the remnants of his farts. A sulphurous smell. Having been struggling to breathe for so long you took in deep lungfuls. The smell soon vanished, the next person would be grateful of that.

From outside there was a moment and then a crowd of cheers. He must have been telling the room you had done a good job, you were performing in your role as the party fart filter.

[fartcushion]

Hey all 👋.

For those asking for a part 2 of 'The Fart Room'. I've wrote that and scheduled to post it later!

I thought I could try something new and crowd sourcing this story a bit. As it's an assemble story of different guys visiting the unwilling sniffer through out the night, if people have specific kind of guys they'd love to feature then drop me a message/anonymous ask with the details/photo. Thinking particularly of the build and attitude of the guy, rather than naming specific people, but if you have other requests feel free to mention them.

Will help me from struggling to try and differentiate gym bros!

I'll still write it as normal to make sure it has a general plot/build up/finale. But could be a fun way of extending it rather than me rushing the victims night over a montage of visits.

Thank you 😊.

[fartcushion]

[Message reads]

Hey, loser. I need more money. Send me $200 and these are yours to sniff and keep. $300 and I'll wear them for a full week. Think of these squatting in the gym! $500 and I'll record a video of every fart I let out in them. So...what's it going to be?

Timidtwunk

[fartcushion]

"He'll be here soon, so you better not lose more time crying about it and do what you do best, baby... worship my feet like a good boy."

"I'll see how can I fix it, babe. Please don't do that to me."

"Fix it? Your shrimp ain't getting any bigger, and even if you double that two minutes, you can last you'd still be a prejac. It's okay baby, I know you'll love it, you know it too. Just do a good job on my feet now and then maybe you can watch for a bit when he's here. I'll even let you have both of our feet when we're done!"

I wiped my tears and started to lick his sole. He let out a little laugh as he layed his head back, pushing his soles slightly against my face.

"This way everyone does what he can do best. I'll bottom and be a slut for Tom, he will top and dominate me, and you lick feet. Nothing wrong with that. Why would you pretend to be something you're not?"

I licked his feet even harder listening to that. I never imagined I'd be here, but here I am worshipping the feet of my submissive boyfriend... I used to think of myself as a top, but not anymore, I've been humiliated too much in the past few days that I don't think I'd ever have sex again.

My birthday was just a few days back. I had a small party at my place, after everyone left I couldn't find my boyfriend and he had just moved in with me so he was staying here. I figured he'd be in the room since he's shy and not the biggest fan of parties.

I opened the door to see my boyfriend getting pounded doggy style by Tom. He was moaning and telling Tom how he couldn't take it all in. Tom was holding my boyfriend's hips and pounding him hard raw. I stood there watching this with neither of them even acknowledging my existence. I said nothing. My boyfriend was so horny... like someone who hadn't had sex in a long time, even though we just had sex that morning.

I stood there for around fifteen minutes until Tom emptied his balls in my boyfriend's ass. He pointed at his dick and told me to clean it. I did. Without any thought, I sucked it clean. He pointed at my boyfriend's ass and told me to clean it as he smacked his ass making his way to our bathroom. I went all in at my boyfriend's ass making sure to clean all that cum.

When I finished, my boyfriend joined Tom in the bathroom for a shower, and I just stood in the room waiting for them. They came out kissing with Tom carrying my boyfriend in his big arms. He put him in the bed and kissed him on his forehead and left the house. My boyfriend went to sleep and I left the bedroom and went to the couch. I was still processing everything but I my dick just wanted to explode. I rushed to take my clothes off and while I was taking my underwear off it rubbed against my dick and made me cum. I cleaned it off and slept on the couch.

The following days were full of being dominated around by my boyfriend and worshipping his feet. I haven't seen Tom since but he was coming today to breed my boyfriend again. This time my boyfriend wants to tell him about my foot fetish and that I've had a thing for Tom's feet since forever.

I was so immersed in licking my boyfriend's feet i didn't hear the doorbell, until my boyfriend kicked my face.

"Stop licking and go open the door for your bull, cuck. Today will be fun, I can feel it."