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micromikemacro · 7 months ago

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It's Beginning to Stink a Lot Like X-mAss

A guy is so lonely he curses Christmas and hates on the best holiday of the year. Santa will not stand for such an insult. …

~2k words

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Twas the night before Christmas and muttering to himself at the local bar was a lonely man named Rudy. As he sat there with another bottle of beer he stared side eyed at the couples around him. A guy and his girlfriend, a woman with her fiance, lesbians, gays, they thems…everyone around sat hand in hand and glistening eyes. Except for Rudy. Another year, another Christmas where he’s single, who has no one to kiss under the mistletoe.

“Fuck Christmas,” he muttered, “and fuck these guys…”

Rudy had hoped to find some guy to come home with him. He’d hoped for a hairy daddy. Hell he’d take a thick twink so long as he could suffocate under heavy ass cheeks. But no cigar at this bar on Christmas Eve.

“fuck all these people,” Rudy, jealous of the hands grabbing at breasts and butts and lips kissing, “and Fuck Christmas.”

He was done, tossed back the rest of his beer, tossed a $5 bill tip, and hopped off the stool to head home.

…

Beyond the town up at the North Pole, Santa Claus sat at his workshop desk and checked over his lists when he felt a disturbance in the air. Someone had lost their Christmas spirit.

“Ho ho who dares to hate this holiday,” he concentrated and with Christmas magic he could see Rudy walking through the snow and kicking at rocks while he stumbled home.

“Oh ho ho…poor young man. Rudy, let’s see, Rudy Romero, ah what has got him down, what is in his heart…”

At first Santa was appalled at the hopes brewing in Rudy’s mind the longer he focused, but despite his current humbugging he was otherwise a Good Boy this year…did well at work, treated his friends with generosity, cared for his grandmother even.

“I suppose…” Santa rubbed his white beard, “if it will help…”

And so he stood up and transformed into a younger version of himself with thick brown hair and a strong build, albeit with a belly from milk and cookies.

The disguised Santa took a long swig of milk and said “Oh Rudy, I hope your little nose is ready…”

…

Rudy fumbled with his keys and continued to stumble up the stairs to his cheap studio apartment. He threw the door open and collapsed in his chair facing the TV. Should he get another beer? Turn on a movie?

“whatever” he mutters, “doesn't matter.” He opted for a couple Christmas cookies on a plate and a glass of milk. He slumped in his chair and felt his eyes go heavy. This Christmas would be another reminder of his loneliness. He eyed the fireplace and thought he should make sure the embers go out before he sleeps.

“wait, what? the fuck?” he had no fireplace in hsi apartment. at least he didn't have one before. Instead of the boring blank wall that was supposed to be there, a gorgeous brick mantle bordered a fireplace of ashy logs and low sparks dying out.

For a moment, Rudy thought he was dreaming. Or maybe something uncommon happened to him: someone had slipped a hallucinogenic in his drink. That idea seemed absurd, but not nearly as absurd as a fireplace appearing in his apartment.

And before he could question it more, he heard tumbling and thumping from the brick chimney and watched a puff of soot fall through to the embers. What in God’s name was happening?!

Then he appeared. Climbing out of the chimney was a tall, very tall, and broad shouldered beefy man draped in a large red velvet cloak. He had a thick dark brown beard and brown hair poking out of a velvet Santa hat, and under the cloak Rudy saw his naked chest coated in hair, his large belly, and very hairy legs like black fur. Only tight green boxer briefs covered what was clearly an impressive manhood. Rudy gulped and trembled under the man.

“This isn't real,” he gulped, “I’m dreaming,”

But the stranger smirked and put his hands on his hips, “Oh ho? Dreaming? Are you sure Mr. Rudy Romero?” His deep voice was powerful and booming.

He reached out and yanked Rudy up off his feet. Now he was terrified and wanted to scream but with the man’s grip he found he couldn't let out any sound, his scream stuck in his throat. Was he too paralyzed with shock to react? Or was the same magic which created the fireplace working in his throat?

“Oh ho ho Rudy, don't you know who I am?” He smiled a warm smile in his terrified face, “I’ve watched you grow your whole life, I heard all your wishes for every GI Joe, Lego set, Gameboy games, novelties, all until you were too big to believe in me.”

He could only blink, “B-But you dont look like Santa,”

“I suppose not, but you wouldnt be scared of an old man would you?”

“W-Why should I be scared?” He forced a little laugh “if you’re really Santa then you're a good guy, right?”

“I'm good for the nice boys and girls. But you’ve been naughty this year, Rudy. You are a naughty little boy. And you need to be punished.”

With that Santa tossed Rudy toward his recliner. He hit it and slid down onto the hardwood with his back against the chair and his head hitting the seat. He had no time to move but watched, almost in slow motion, as Santa yanked up his cloak, twisted around, and fell backward with his green covered ass crashing down onto Rudy’s face. The last thing he saw was the dark patch of sweat that outlined his ass crack right before the cheeks draped his face and his nose got wedged into the sweat patch.

His nose flattened and his face ground into the seat of his recliner, Rudy couldn't breathe at all. He thrashed around in the darkness of Santa’s ass cheeks and screamed into his crack where the underwear was most soaked in sweat. The heaviness of his body pressed down upon Rudy’s head and swallowed his face deep into his ass crack.

“Ah ha ho, milk and cookies, you must have known I was coming.” Santa kicked back in the chair and flipped on Rudy’s TV as if the poor man weren’t suffocating in sweaty man ass. The TV blasted some classic version of A Christmas Carol as Rudy struggled in vain, kicking his legs and clawing at the wood floor because he was quickly running out of air.

“Ho ho don’t worry, I’ll help you breathe,” Santa’s voice was reassuring.

Except he let out a longer-than-life fart.

PPTPRTPRTPRRPTPRTPRTPRPRPTRPPPPPP

Rudy choked and gagged on the thick rancid air which was no doubt made worse by so much dairy. And thanks to the Magic of Christmas, Rudy was able to breathe freely as if the gas were normal oxygen. In fact despite being crushed Rudy felt the gas fill up his lungs as if he were in the great outdoors and had the clearest sinuses in decades, even despite the alcohol which should have made them swollen and clogged. Unfortunately for Rudy he was able to suck in Santa’s ass blast and smell it all fully.

“Keep sucking these down, ho ho, I really don’t want to smell them.” Santa smirked, though it was gross it was nice to be in his young body and indulge in such an immature job.

And despite his violent gagging and flailing limbs in protest, Santa noticed something hard rising in his jeans.

“Oh ho ho you really are a naughty boy, a filthy naughty boy,” Santa bent down, letting Rudy’s eyes free for just a moment, to undo his belt, then zipper, and pull both his pants and boxers down.

He then got up just enough so Rudy could only see his big green ass, but then Santa pulled his underwear down revealing two large cheeks covered in thick black hair, with a very furry crack. Rudy’s eyes bulged open and he felt frozen staring up at Santa’s asshole, since Santa grabbed his cheeks and spread them wide to show how large and deep his crack really went. Without Rudy being able to mutter a word, and still in such shock he forgot to breathe, he lost his chance at fresh air because Santa fell back and his asshole swallowed Rudy’s nose completely.

PRTRPTPRTPRPTRTPTRPRPTPRTPRPTPRPPPPPPPPPP

MMMMMMPHHH!!!

Rudy was screaming up this giant ass which reeked so much worse, as if he hadn’t showered in…centuries, so many years of farts and sweat as his hole clenched and grabbed his nose. And Rudy could smell it all, it bloated his sinuses and lungs till almost bursting, it overflowed into his mouth and the pressure made him swallow.

His cock was throbbing hard now naked and free.

So Santa brought up his leg and decided to slowly rub it with his socked foot. Rudy could feel the material and the sweat and could even feel his precum leaking out. He could feel the orgasm welling up, his dick betraying him despite this obscenely disgusting situation, but as it was hot, red, and throbbing, Santa brought his foot up just before the cum could shoot.

That was as torturous as the gas.

The minutes rolled on with more farts bursting into Rudy’s lungs and throat, more stink making his eyes dripping in tears and his tongue recoiling. His feet continued to thrash about and he tried clawing at Santa’s legs, thighs, the sides of his ass cheeks, but even pulling at them couldn’t let a single gust of fresh air. Santa let his magic keep Rudy conscious and alive through nothing but his farts, no matter how much his stomach churned. And of course he kept rubbing and teasing Rudy’s cock with his feet, slowly rubbing up and down to bring him just to the edge, and then letting go. Each time Rudy screamed up his asshole, trying to beg him to stop and let him breathe or cum or both, but everything he said was muffled into the thick taint hair.

Santa watched the rest of the movie this way, raising the volume to ignore Rudy’s desperate cries. He even squirmed his hips a bit so he could use Rudy’s nose as an asshole scratcher. He assumed that helped grind the stink in further if that were even possible. He was glad he had some time to relax and take a break to let out all his gas before venturing on his nightlong trip around the world. And it was so much fun to play naughty games instead of acting like the jolly, boring, sexless grandfather version of himself he had to keep for the kids.

“Alright Rudy I suppose your punishment had been more than enough. However there is only one way I’ll get off you, and only one way to help you get the release you keep begging for,”

Santa got up just a bit, hearing Rudy gasp and suck down the only fresh air he’s tasted in two hours. He felt delirious from reeking farts and the insane amount of edging. In his hazy dreamlike state, his eyes fixed on the evil asshole that had kept him prisoner for so long.

“Tongue out, and slip it right up my asshole.”

Rudy couldn’t believe this was all real. He thought he was going to lose his mind. He had to stick his tongue out and kept it up with gusto.

“Perfect,”

Santa fell back down and could feel his hole swallowing up Rudy’s tongue. He licked furiously as if he were wolfing down Christmas dinner. Santa could only laugh while moving his hips to massage Rudy’s face with his heavy ass cheeks. He enjoyed himself for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Rudy was nearly smothered by the constant mashing of his face, feeling the stink rotting deep into his skin.

And as Santa’s feet returned on either side of Rudy’s cock, stroking it slowly and watching the precum drool out, he decided to finally end this “punishment”.

PPTPRPPPPPPPP

This fart made a revolting sound over Rudy’s tongue and echoed in his cheeks, gushing into his nose and burrowing deep into his brain.

And his cock shot out thick ropes of cum all over his shirt, and Rudy let out a forceful relieved moan, almost screaming at the mix of pleasure and disgust.

Feeling his tongue go limp, Santa peeled his cheeks off of him and turned around to see him on the verge of passing out.

“So tell me Rudy, what do you think about Christmas?”

His voice was far away, “I love it. I love Christmas. I’m sorry Santa I fucking love Christmas. I’ll never hate Christmas again I swear. Oh my God I love Christmas.”

Santa smiled and as quickly as he arrived, he vanished in a little flourish of magical snowflakes, leaving Rudy a disheveled wreck sitting on the floor with his naked ass and his torso coated in a larger than usual load of cum. He shivered and trembled with each breath of fresh air. His nose was rubbed raw and red from being stuck inside the asshole for so long.

Left behind under the tree, Rudy would wake up the next morning and find a present, inside wrapped up tight was a pair of green boxer briefs which reeked of Santa's manly ass. The card read;

Something for you to remember me by. Merry Christmas, Rudy the Red-Nosed Fart Sucker.

S. C.

p.s. I'll be coming back for those next year, and I expect a plate of cookies and a tall glass of milk with your face ready to be my chair again. Make sure not to wash them.

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micromikemacro · 10 months ago

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Friend’s House

Another anonymous submission! I posted it earlier, but had to take it down a bit to fix something.

Tom was hanging at his friends Drake’s place. Tom has always been a little shy and it was his first time at drakes house. They weren’t super close but Tom didn’t have a lot of friends and decided it would be best to go and socialize rather than not. Tom was new to town after his parents moved. It was doubly hard that they moved during his senior year making it harder for him to penetrate already set friend groups that late in school. They both sat on a beaten couch in a small living room playing video games when Drakes dad walked in. He was a large gruff man wearing nothing but a wife beater and basketball shorts that were both a little too tight and small showing the bit of weight he’s gained and his laziness that keeps him from getting any more clothes. He had a pretty tan body and a farmers tan. He was a hairy man with brown fur covering him and his face He strutted over to the two boys with his eyes on Tom.

“What are you two up to eh?” His dad asked.

“Just playing video games dad.” Drake said.

“And who is this one?” He asked to Tom.

Tom sheepishly held out his arm for a handshake. “My name is Tom Mr. Hoss”

“Nice to meet you Tom, you can just call me Bob.”

Tom nodded his head and broke the eye contact as quickly as possible. Bob feeling the awkwardness smiled. “Heh well I guess I’ll just see myself out then gwahaha. You too have fun!”

Bob turned around revealing a major ass crack leveled right at Toms face who was doing his best not to look right at the hairy butt. It shook side to side as he walked out the doorway but paused right before he left.

“Oh wait, on last thing…” he said as he lifted a leg.

Prrrerptptpppt!!

Mr. Hoss let out a huge fart right in Toms direction while Bob couldn’t stop laughing. Drake rolled his eyes while Tom did his best to disregard the smell and “joke”.

A while after he left Drake explained that his dad farts all the time and that Tom would just have to get used to it. It’s not everyone sense of humor, but he’d have to get over it.

They continued to play video games until Drake left to go to the bathroom. Tom sat there by himself analyzing the situation that he was in. A new house, a new friend, and a new situation to being at a different place. Tom is smaller than most kids his age and was a timid person. He was lost in his thoughts when Mr. Hoss walked in. Tom watched him make his way over to the couch. He lumbered his enormous body toward little Tom and was seemingly ignoring him.

“Huh I guess the boys left…” he said. Tom was confused as to what he was getting at.

“Drake? Drake?!” He yelled. Each yell lifted his belly a bit and it jiggled with every step. The bottom part of his belly poked out under his tight undershirt showing off some belly hair. He stopped right in front of the couch facing away from Tom. Tom was once again confronted with his friends dads ass crack.

“Hm… I guess they’re not here!” Bob said and promptly sat himself down right on top of Toms small body. The huge red gym shorts pushed right up against Toms face without warning. His ass cheeks were on top of his face cheeks and they were pushing Tom down to the cushion. The weight put on Tom was gargantuan as the small boy was squashed under this massive man. And audible CRUNCH sounded as Mr. Hoss set all his weight down. Toms face was right up in his ass. It smelt impossibly terrible under there.

“This isn’t quite as comfortable as normal!” Mr. Hoss said as he started wiggling his as around on the poor kid. He grinded and bounced on him squashing more and pressing his face and body against his massive bottom more and more. With each movement more crunching and squashing sounds could be heard making Bobs smile widen.

“This is your punishment for inviting that kid over without my permission!” Bob said to the flattened boy under him.

In a panic it dawned on Tom that Mr. Hoss thought he was on his own son. He wiggled and squirmed but it only brought him deeper and deeper in his ass.

“Ahhh this feels good though! Think I’ll be here for a bit. Enjoy the stench down there! You know I don’t wash up often and I gotta keep it smelly to punish you. In fact, I don’t think it’s smelly enough down there!” His gruff voice said. With that he let loose a fart that shook the entire couch.

FFFRRRRRPPRPRPTTT!! Prrrpppt prrt.

Tom was blasted point blank with a fart that reeked. His eyes went to the back of his head. Suddenly he noticed he could see again as the massive ass rose up in front of him. Tom was stuck to the couch crumpled in the cushion. He twitched and tried to move but couldn’t. He tried to speak but was afraid he’d vomit if he let anything leave his mouth. He watch the huge plump ass rise above him and quickly descend on him again.

Crunch!!!

“Ahhh that feels great! Don’t piss me off boy cause-“ Mr. Hoss was quickly cut off.

“… dad?” Tom heard Drake say.

Thank god! Drake was back to stop this madness.

“Drake? … that means that…” Mr. Hoss slowly got off the couch to reveal an absolutely destroyed Tom on the couch. Stink lines were basically radiating off of him and his body was almost completely flattened. He almost looked like a cartoon character. Rather than being sympathetic Mr. Hoss and Drake bust out laughing at Toms misfortune.

“Gwahaha!” Mr. Hoss roared holding his belly with each laugh. “My bad kiddo!”

Tom was still stuck and stunned unable to react or process the humiliation that just befell on him.

“Bet you didn’t like that too much huh? It’s not all roses up in there bud!” He said as he walked out without any sort of apology. He smacked his ass and let it jiggle. before he left and turned to say “bet you liked it didn’t you though? It’ll come back to get you boy!”

Later that night Tom tried to get his parents to pick him up but they both were too busy and said he had to spend the night. Horrified he tried to find another way out but after an hour he admitted defeat. His new plan was to go to bed as soon as possible. Tom said goodnight to Drake who wouldn’t allow Tom to forget the humiliation that happened to him by recounted every detail with delight and laughter.

“I mean you were in his ass cheeks! I don’t think I could’ve seen you in there. Just one hand poking out until he farted all over you and blasted you out his ass!! Ahahaha!”

Tom walked to the guest room and hopped on the bed to sleep off this awful experience. He still smelled the awful fart and couldn’t get that giant ass out of his mind. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Tom was slightly awoken to hear a creek of the door but too tired to react. He was then startled up when he felt a warm presence on his chest. Groggily he opened his eyes to see a giant mound of flesh over him. A huge belly was above his face and two thick thighs were on both sides of his head. Above him was a bulge popping from what looked like a speedo. Before he could process what was happening they dropped on his face.

“Mmpf!!” He struggled but the weight was too much and the belly was too big to see who it was. The balls were warm on his nose and mouth and smelled like sweat and manhood.

“See! Isn’t is fun!” A voice sounding like Mr. Hoss came from the opening of the room.

“Oh this is great!” The man on top of him said. “This little pipsqeak looks so scared! Bahaha! He’ll be a good little bitch for the night!” A face leaned over the belly to reveal a man with an even larger stature than Mr. Hoss with a black goatee. He sported and evil grin and wavy eyes. Tom wondered if they were drunk. His heartbeat skyrocketed fully realizing the danger he was in.

“I brought a little hic* sorry I brought an enormous friend over. After the fun I had squashing you wimpy body under my fat ass I had to share the fun!” Bob said holding on the wall to keep his footing. The man on Tom rubbed back and forth switching from his ball sack on Tom face and the beginning of his ass. The man held on the head board with his right arm showing off his hairy armpits. Tom could smell his B.O. from there. It was bad if he could smell the raw ripeness from his pits beyond the full stench of his crotch. The man stood up in the bed to see the now red faced Tom quivering in the bed. “See he’s too scared to even move. Perfect victim!” Hoss said.

“Look buddy” the new man said kneeling above Tom condensing his massive belly to a semi circle. “I’m staying the night here too and there’s only one guest room so… I guess we’ll just have to share!” Tom eyes widened.

“Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I gotta tuck in my guest first!” Hoss belted out. He rushed to the side of the bed that Tom was on while Jack, the friend, moved out the way. Hoss slide his ass over to face Tom and hopped right on his face crushing it. Toms body that wasn’t engulfed by the ass flailed around trying to escape.

“Keep trying, you’ll just get deeper in my ass!”

“He can’t get deeper with that on!” Jack yelled. Jack kicked off Bob from the boy. Tom gasped for air. Jack stepped above Tom and smacked his ass for Tom to see. “Ready for the show?” He said with a toothy grin. Jack slowly started pulling down his underwear to reveal a hairy fat ass. This wasn’t just a fat ass, it was big enough to cover most of Toms body. Jack was also tall so the length of the crack went up quite a bit. Tom felt add sweat drip down on him and he tasted the salty and stinky ass juice. Tom bagged and tried to get up but as soon as he lifted his head Jack squatted so Tom would shove his own face in his as. Sweat splattered in all direction and all over Tom. Jack sighed in pleasure with the contact. He quickly backed up to shove Toms face between the wall and his ass.

Slam!!!

Only Toms hand and parts of his forearm could fight against this huge man as the rest were covered by his flesh. Tom felt the warm flesh cover his entire face. He made the mistake of started to scream which left his mouth open and exposed to taste what was inside. Jack bit his lip and started grinding on the wall.

“Unf that feels awesome! I love dominating little bitches like you!” Tom smelt the raw sewerage and rotten eggs. He felt the sweaty ass envelop his face and move all around him spreading the stink. The ass moved off him but his face followed suction cupped to his. Hoss tried to pull him out but he was stuck.

“Here I got a plan…” jack said. Jack huffed up and tensed his body. Tom felt Jacks asshole move and his ass tighten around his face. “Hrpf! Hrrrmm!”

PRRRRRRPPPPTFPFPTTT!!!!

Jack blasted Tom out of his rear end with a giant point blank fart on his face. Tom fell back feeling the indescribably awful smell assault his nose.

Hoss joined the nude man and also removed his clothes. The huge hairy man grabbed the boy by his head and rubbed him all over his furry belly. Toms arms were desperately trying to fight but he knew he couldn’t and just had to take it. Hoss threw his head to the wall. Sitting up Tom was level to Mr. Hoss’ ball sack and shaft. He took a step forward and the swung side to side with each one. Toms heart was blasting. Just before he could move Mr. Hoss thrusted his crotch in his face. His sweaty ball sack landed right under his nose covering his nostrils. He went back for another thrust.

SLAM!

CRACK!

SMASH!

Mr. Hoss continued to hump Tom until the wall was starting to crack. After his final one he rested his belly on his head and leaned on his own stomach. The shaft slide down from Toms eye socket to his lips due to the sweat.

“Ahh that’s the stuff. I’m almost out of energy here” Mr. Hoss said. “But not out of this.” He spun around and jumped in the air. His massive ass blocked out the light above Tom and came crashing down on his face.

CRRRRUNNNCHHH!!!

The whole house shook and the bed broke under them.

“Oops! Hope the bed is okay!” Hoss said. Hoss and Jack both laughed at this while hoss sat there, naked ass on Toms face. Each laugh bounced him more crushing Toms face more and more. Little farts came out with each bounce making a constant flow of gas and humiliation hit him.

Crunch! Prrpt! Crack! Frrrpt!

“Ahh that feels great! Get ready, you’re my new fart slave boy!”

Mr. Hoss berated Tom with farts. His whole ass vibrated along with Tom. The farts spread all over Toms body and soaked into his clothes. Anytime Mr. Hoss got up it was only to jump back on the poor boy crushing him even more. Toms head felt like an egg that was on the verge of cracking. He was basically completely flattened at this point with a curve up where the ass crack was. He bounced and farted on Tom all night until Jack pushed him off and copied Bob. Jack was even heavier making this much harder on Tom. Jack enjoyed allowing Tom to see the fart so he would stop and centimeter above his face and let one rip right on him

PRRRTPTT!

They propped him up to lean against the bed sitting. Tom was on the verge of passing out but every fart snapped him back. They were keeping him awake by farting in him allowing them to torture him more! The both aimed their huge ass at him on both sides and released the largest fart for both of them yet.

FFFFPEPRPRPRTTTTTPTFFFFT! Prrtpt prrptp PRFFFT!

BRRRRRPPRRBBPTPRPTTFFF! PBBRRPPT prprpffft.

They both blasted him with their sweaty assed spraying fart sweat at him. Both of them backed up until he was sandwiched between their asses. Tom struggled to get out but only his legs could move and they had been squashed too much to make much movement. The men grinded up on him. It was easy with the amount of sweat between them. The night consisted of the men finding new way to humiliate Tom. They shoved him in their armpit, wrapped him in their stained underwear they wore for weeks, sat on him full weight, took turns T-bagging him, used him as their sweat rag on every part of the body, and of course farted on him. Tom never has seen anyone fart as much as these two. After what seemed like forever Tom fell out of Jacks ass, crumpled and broken to see the time.

11:00 p.m.

“What? Did you think it was almost over? This is gonna be going allll night boy!” Hoss yelled. Tom shook in the broken bed scared and destroyed. They continued their unrelenting onslaught until the both passed out on him leaving him unable to move. Both made sure to have their asses facing/ on top of him to make sure the gas, farts, and squashing kept him up all night.

Prrrtptp!

Frrpprtpt!

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