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[fartcushion]

"You ok down there buddy? Hey, you knew the car was full. You begged to come. You could sit in the foot well you said. Don't mind me, I like to be comfortable on long trips so I'm taking these off. Hope you don't mind the smell! Btw, I had a big breakfast to hold me off until we arrive, so you'll be getting a face full of these - PPPBBBRRRTR - for the next 4hrs"

[guywhowatches]

You opened the door into the kitchen and turned around to quickly close it. You then turned back around, only for a horrifying sight to meet your eyes. Your stepdad was sitting on a stool at the table, with his jeans pulled down and pants riding up him, exposing his hairy, musky ass. He appeared to be eating something rather loudly. The sight revolted you and made you want to scarper before he discovered you were in the room.

You'd never liked your stepdad, from the day you first properly met him, he was always so cruel to you. He would regularly visit the gym and workout, meaning he constantly stank of sweat. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was, because of his gym diet, he would often rip the most revolting farts imaginable. And worse, he'd always seemed to do them around you deliberately and laugh as you would cough and gag on the stench. He always said it was the stink of a 'real man' and that you should get used to it, or that you were 'weak and pathetic'. So of course, you didn't want to be noticed by him.

Frrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppp!

Just as you were thinking this over, a loud fart boomed out across the room. You jumped in shock as you looked over at the obvious source of the noise. Your stepdad just sighed and chuckled heartily, before going back to eating. You had to get out of the way before the smell hit you.

Maybe you could try hiding in the bathroom, as the entrance to it was right near and it was slightly ajar, meaning it wouldn't make a sound. You crept over to it, and began to open it when you suddenly lurched and gagged loudly. The second the door was fully opened you were hit with a combined smell of eggs and shit. It was unbearable and you leaned over coughing loudly as the stink burned your nose. Unfortunately, this loud reaction drew the attention of a certain someone.

"Ha, I wouldn't go in there if I had a weak nose like yours boy. Those eggs and protein shakes just went right through me this morning." Your stepdad said, looking back at you smiling meanly. You couldn't believe that. How did it still stink of his morning dump, when it was nearly the evening?

"But I guess that's hard for you, being so pathetic and all." He now got up from his seat and made his way over to you, still grinning menacingly. You wanted to try and run away, but your mind was still boggled by the smell from the bathroom and wasn't allowing you to kick into action.

"I nearly expected better from you, but honestly I couldn't even do that. Seems like you need a reminder of who's in charge here." And then, before you could make a run for it, he grabbed by the back of the neck and forced you into position. You couldn't move at all, with the strong grip he had on you.

Then, to your continued horror, he turned around facing away from you and pulled down his pants, his ass now fully on display. It came as no shock to you that it absolutely reeked. It smelt like he hadn't even properly wiped after his previous toilet usage. It was too repulsive for you.

"Let's see if you can survive the smell my lunch burrito coming out the other end." That explains what he was eating. And, before you could object, he grunted loudly.

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The slew of farts blasted against your face with no protection between you and his colossal ass. The stink was unbearable and you felt like were going to pass out. Your stepdad just looked down and laughed at you.

"Are you giving up already? That's just sad. I've ripped worse ones at the gym. Yet you can't handle a few measly puffs? Well, perhaps this'll set you straight." He then grunted again, much to your demise.

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He was truly was a gasbag that seemed to have a never ending supply, that would always be used to torment you. You couldn't handle it any more, as your brain began to shut down due to no clean oxygen in the room anymore.

You then felt him let go of you, as you passed out onto the floor. As your eyes were closing, the last thing you saw was your stepdad bending over you.

"And don't you ever forget who's in charge around here." He said, grinning at you wickedly. You couldn't keep dealing with this, you had to move out soon.

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Credit to @beefybunzz for the pic.

Hope you guys enjoy

[fartcushion]

[📷 @JanJep via Andrew Christian]

I hated my summer job as a pool cleaner. It was bad enough being from the poor neighbourhood and having to come clean these rich mansion pools, without then dealing with the rich asshole clients.

This one place, the owner's son would sit there sun bathing and watch me do it. To make sure I "do a good job" as he'd say. He'd get more demanding every time I'd visit. Eventually he decided I would be better being used to service him. So, I'd fetch him drinks, rub sun cream on his back, anything he said so to not have him get me fired.

On the last trip he had me rubbing his feet, when I thought it couldn't get worse, he lifted his leg.

"Put your face in here and sniff these farts so I don't have to. You must be used to it stinking like this where you live. Probably the only time you'll smell such fine food is when it's coming out my ass. If I have to tell you again I'll tell my parents you stole something. That'll be the end of the job and worse. Now come on, do a good job..."

[t0iletd0g]

Need to be degraded and humiliated and stuck under an ass right about now🤤

[looomerr]

fart

[guywhowatches]

A Festering Sleepover

There was a mixture of excitement and nervousness flowing through you as you knocked on the door. Being invited to a sleepover with 2 of the hottest guys in school felt like a dream come true, but also worrying, in hopes that you could impress them. The door then swung open and there he stood, Jason in his attractive, swaggering glory. With his messy blonde hair, cute jawline and slim, muscular build.

"Hey dude, glad you could make it. Brad's just upstairs and he's looking forward to getting his hands on you." He winked, before turning around and heading up the stairs. You quickly followed after him, though one thing that made you shocked was that he didn't have any pants on. He wore a grey shirt, but had his red underwear fully on display. Not that you were complaining, as it gave you a much better look at the outline of his globe like ass cheeks. You could barely contain your excitement thinking about what you would be getting up to. You'd put in the effort to make sure you looked your best, gelling your hair and wearing some fancy clothes.

Eventually, you got to Jason's room where he swung open the door to see Brad lying on the bed, and it was easy to say that he was just as stunning as Jason. Beautiful alluring blue eyes, slick brown hair and cute body overall. Just like Jason, he was also only wearing a grey shirt and underwear. There was something that excited you about that.

"Hey man, this the guy you were talking about? Thank god, I was starting to get a little cramped. Come on get in and let's get started". Brad then stood up and got under the covers of the bed, lifting it up inviting you over. As you quickly stepped towards him, you noticed an almost musky smell in the air. You tried not to let it distract you, but it was certainly noticeable. It couldn't be coming from Jason or Brad could it? They were both just too cute. You got under the covers next to him, only for Jason to get on the other side. You were now sandwiched between them. It was all happening so fast, not that you would complain.

"So, dude, what do you have planned?" Jason asked, and you just looked over at Brad, anticipating his answer. Whatever you did with them would be ok with you.

"Well man, I got a few movies we can watch, some snacks we can have and other stuff too." That sounded like a pretty cool night to you, just hanging out with the hottest guys you knew.

"Nice, and now we've got this guy with us we can- Wait, hold on." Jason stopped in his sentence and squinted his left eye a little. You were a little confused by this when suddenly a sound filled the room.

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A short but unmistakable sound came from the left of you. It was muffled by the bed cover, but there wasn't any doubt in what it was. Did Jason really just pass gas like that in front of you. There was just something rather un-sexy about that, that made you feel a tiny bit less attracted to him. Brad seemed to have the same reaction.

"Awww, really dude, already?" You were a bit confused by what he meant by 'already'. Also, you couldn't help but notice a little smile on his face. Jason just shrugged, clearly uncaring.

"Better out than in." He snickered. You hoped this was just a little joke and wanted to move on from it, so you decided to play along with Brad, hoping it would calm him down.

"Yeah dude, really?" For some reason though, once you'd said this, Jason's facial expression changed. He looked at you with a look with a narrowing look in his eyes that you weren't sure you liked. You turned to Brad for help, only to see him smirking at you.

"What's the matter, can't handle a bit of gas?" You began to stutter now, worrying if you'd accidently insulted them. That would be a terrible start.

"Maybe he just needs a first hand whiff?" Jason said, and before you could ask what that meant, he lifted the bed cover. As soon as he did so, you were hit with an eggy stink that caused you to cough. You were about to ask if this was some weird joke when suddenly you felt a grip on your shoulders. You looked to see that both Brad and Jason had grabbed you and, before you could even question this, they forced you under the blanket and sealed the cover.

You looked around, now trapped under the bed cover. To your left was Jason's red underwear cladded ass, and to the right was Brad's. Now that you were under here, you noticed that Brad was right about his reaction, as Jason air biscuit did particularly stink, especially up close to the source. Another thing you could unfortunately smell was how musky both their asses smelt. It was an instant turn off for you when compared to how they looked. You were surprised how much room there was and how your entire body was able to fit underneath. Perhaps you were just relatively small?

Was this some sort of sick joke? If so, you weren't laughing at all. If this is how they were going to treat you, then you were going to leave. No sleepover was worth this, not even with them. You tried to crawl out through the top of the cover, but no matter how much you tried to push against it, it wouldn't budge. They must be blocking it. You then tried to crawl out the bottom, but they were using their feet to keep that blocked as well. You looked back up and decided to call out.

"What's the meaning of this? Let me out!" You cried out, only to be met with a snigger.

"That sucks dude, is it cramped down there? Don't worry, I'll give you some AIR." You heard, what sounded like, Brad call out to you, only for Jason to laugh. It was a little hard to tell, as there voices were muffled. You wondered what he meant by that, when to your horror, you saw Brad lower half tilt to the side, his ass now pointing at you.

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It wasn't muffled by the blanket this time, and you got a full blast of the sound and smell. It was disgustingly meaty, something you never expected to come out of a guy as sexy as him. The worst part was that the smell was seeping out very slowly, leaving you forced to breath in most of it. You thrashed as hard as hard as you could at the cover trying to get out, but it wouldn't budge. They must've been pretty strong.

"Haha, hope that's better, now stay down there loser. This sleepover's only for real guys." Jason called out to you. You couldn't believe this had they really tricked you like that? Surely they couldn't keep you down here all night, could they?

You then heard what sounded like the TV switching and the both of them starting to watch a movie. You tried again, to push at the covers, desperately wanting to escape, but to no avail.

"Man, do you here all that noise coming from under the covers?" Jason asked Brad sarcastically.

"Oh yeah dude, I do. It's probably just me. You know what Chilli does to me." He then leaned over to the side again, much to your terror and effortlessly let out a...

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You coughed violently. That explained the meaty stink. They both then laughed again, before getting back to watching the movie. You didn't know what movie it was, but it sounded like some generic action film, with all the gunshots. It was best not to distract them, in case they farted on you again. It would be safer to just try and breath through your mouth until this was all over.

The movie was sadly longer than you hoped. Throughout it, you could here both of them talking and giggling with each other, acting as if you weren't there. They would also lean to the side, occasionally letting out burst of flatulence, making the atmosphere under the bed thicker.

As the film went on, you (unwillingly) learnt something about them both. Brad's farts were more airy and sounded like out of tune brass instruments. There was a strong stench of rotting meat from each of them, making sense as he did say he'd eaten chilli earlier. Jason's however, were more wet and sloppy, sounding like a broken lawnmower or a chainsaw. They certainly had the power of one. They also had a strong eggy scent that was making it difficult for you not to gag. To put it lightly this was torture.

You also couldn't believe that the 2 hottest guys in school were acting like this, as well as having gas that smelt this bad. Shamelessly farting around someone and laughing about it. If only everyone at school knew about this.

Eventually, it sounded as though the movie came to an end, as you could here the credits rolling. Thank goodness, hopefully that meant this would be over soon.

"Meh, not a great movie. What did you think dude?" You heard Brad ask Jason.

"You know what I thought?" Asked Jason, leaning to the side, much to your dismay.

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They both laughed as you coughed and tried to waft the eggy stench away, which was very difficult to do.

"Damm bro, not bad, but it ain't nothing compared to my chilli gas." Brad said, almost smugly.

"What do you mean dude? My farts smell way worse than yours, thanks to the poached eggs I had today." Jason sounded almost a little annoyed by this.

"Nah man, chilli gives you some pretty rank farts, way ranker than yours."

"Nah, dude eggy ones are the worst." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Where they seriously arguing over the stink of their revolting flatulence?

"Chilli is the worst." Brad stated

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He leaned to the side, letting out a meaty fart in your face.

Nah man, eggs are." Jason retaliated, also leaning to the side

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A sloppy fart came from the other side, also hitting you in the face.

"Chilli" FFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

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The combining cocktail of a stink was a little too much for you, as well as the strong wind filling up the tiny amount of oxygen left under the cover. To make it worse, the stench had caused the gel in your hair to wilt and flop down over your forrid. All that money you'd spent on it, wasted. You wondered how much longer this would go, when suddenly you heard Brad interrupt the argument to say something.

"I know, why don't we ask butt boy down there? He's got a first hand, or nose, experience with our farts." Jason calmed down and agreed with him. You then saw a flood of light as the covers were slightly lifted, letting a the stink out to your relief (well, a bit anyway). You felt like making a run for it, but both of them had slid their thighs together, holding you in place.

"Hey ass face, can you just tell him that my farts are worse so we can settle this?" Brad asked. Jason gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah man, just settle this, and maybe we might let you go." Jason said, looking back at you with a suspicious smile. You didn't have enough energy to try and argue so you quickly tried to come up with an answer. It was a hard choice, that you didn't even want to make. But eventually, you decided on Jason, as you had always hated the smell of eggs anyway. Brad looked pissed off whilst Jason cheered in celebration.

"There, I answered, now let me go." Brad looked down at you, quickly recovering and smiling again.

"Sure, but first, answer me this question. Do you know what's better than a Canadian microwave?" You were a bit confused and tried to think of an answer. Unfortunately Brad, beat you to it. "A Dutch oven!" He proudly exclaimed before you saw him grunt and lean to the side again.

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Once he was finished, he quickly sealed the covers, trapping you in again with the smell. You could here both the boys laughing meanly at your expense. It was so outstanding to you how they both seemed to relish in your suffering. Was this really how you would be spending the night, trapped with these repulsive fart machines? How could you have let this happen to yourself?

"Nice one dude, and hey, don't feel bad man. For what it's worth, you're still a pretty great farter." You heard Jason say, which disgusted you. How could anyone be a good farter?

"You really mean?" Brad responded, now sounding like he'd cheered up.

"Yeah, you remember last taco Tuesday at school, where we had that farting competition in the janitors closet? You were awesome at that."

"Oh yeah dude, that was awesome. We even made the wallpaper peel." They both laughed again amongst themselves and even sounded like they high-fived. You remembered that severely. They had to close off that room for a week so they could fumigate and repaint it. It was blamed on a gas leak, but you never in a million years would've guessed it was their fault.

"Hey man, you wanna play a videogame? I want to play the one that let's me use my favourite attack: The blaster." Jason said, before leaning to the side and ripping an eggy blast of his own, which caused you to cough.

"Nah man, I've got a better game we could play." You didn't like the sound of mischief in Brads voice there. You then heard what sounded like him rustling around and reaching for something, his ass pointed towards you again. He may not have farted again, but the smell of farts and musk that clung to his underwear was bad enough. He then leaned back and said something to Jason that you couldn't make out. It most likely wasn't good though, as you heard Jason snicker and mutter something like: "Good idea man."

As you were puzzled by this, you saw the blanket lift for the light to hit you again. There faces were staring down at you, Jason's was rather mean, whilst Brad's was more subtle and contempt.

"Hey man, sorry about that Dutch oven joke, it was a bit mean." Brad said in a voice that didn't sound all that sorry. "But listen, we're willing to give you a chance to leave if you can beat our little game." Your eyes narrowed, confused. You could've tried escaping from this hell pit again, but your head was too woozy from all the stench.

"Yeah dude, we've got some snacks here, and we want you to guess what they are." That didn't sound too bad. Where they going to describe them to you in some way... "Through sniffing our farts." Jason said, his mean smile still glowing.

Oh no, no way. It was bad enough being forced to sniff them whilst trying to breath as little as possible, but doing it willingly?! That seemed like an idea of torture, let alone a simple game. "Absolutely *cough* not." You were expecting them to be upset or angry with you, but instead they seemed to shrug if off.

"Alright dude, your choice. If you wanna stay under there, it's your choice. Although that means that you'll just have to stay there all night." Brad said nonchalantly, which sent a chill down your spine.

"Yeah dude, we were going to eat this stuff anyway. And believe us, when we're stocked up on snacks, we can fart all night long." Jason giggled. They couldn't be serious could they? Though honestly, you wouldn't be shocked. But being stuck with them all night would be way worse than having to put up with this for a few more minutes, you hopped.

"Fine, let's just get this over with." You yelled reluctantly.

"That's the spirit dude, and don't worry, this food's extra greasy. So you should be able to recognise the smell. And don't worry, for every guess you get wrong, we'll give you another dosage to guess again." Brad said laughing with Jason, sealing the covers again. You shivered again, despite the warmth in the 'air'. You then heard them both opening boxes of something, and began to munch. You hoped they were fast eaters.

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A trumpeting blast, came from Brad's ass, as you noticed he'd tilted over. You took a mental breath, and leaned over to sniff it. As expected, it was appalling and made you gag fiercely. However, it still had the same meaty smell as before, so that must've meant he was eating more chilli.

"*Cough gag* Chilli. Are you eating more chilli." You begged to be right.

"Huh, oh that one didn't count, it just slipped out." Brad snickered, with his mouth sounding half full. What, you smelled those rancid fumes for nothing?

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A sloppy sounding fart now came from your right, giving off Jason's paint peeling pong.

"Yeah, that one slipped out as well. But enjoy that as a parting gift to my signature eggy smell. Hahaha." Jason mocked you, also with his mouth half full. You didn't think you could go on much longer before passing out. If it weren't for the little gap in the covers, you probably would've done ages ago.

Finally, after a few minutes of you laying there in their stinky, fomented funk, you could here what sounded like them shuffling around a bit. You prayed that meant they were done.

"Alright man, I think we're ready to get started." Brad said, just loud enough for to hear him.

"Yeah, but first, why don't we make things a little easier for our little judge?" You wondered what Jason meant by that, when you noticed them both dip their hands under the sheets. You were a little confused until you saw that they were pulling off their underwear, exposing their bear asses at you. Any other day, seeing the hottest guys in school expose their bear asses to you would've been a dream come true, but now it was an utter nightmare.

As soon as they pulled them off, the remaining, festering farts that were trapped in there wafted into you face. You continued to cough as they both snickered at your 'response'.

You were now forced to get a good look at both of their posteriors. Brads was clean shaven and smooth, yet his cheeks still stuck out like a sore thumb. Jason's was around the same size, yet his was more hairy and unkempt, with a greasy, unwashed linger that made you turn your head away (not that that did any good).

"Right, I'll go first. You wanna start the show?" Brad asked, sticking his hand under the blanket and pointed his finger at you, expecting you to pull it. You reluctantly did so.

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A tuba like blast filled the covers, combined with a sickeningly cheesy smell. A far cry from the previous rotten meat stench. You physically gagged as you forced yourself to breath it in and try to figure out the mystery food. Seeing how it was cheesy, you tried to go for the obvious.

"Cheese pizza?" You begged to be right.

"Wrong! Try again." Brad stated, before leaning to the side and letting out and releasing another bassy fart. You cringed as you took another whiff of the horrid miasma.

"Cheese flavoured chips?"

"Yeah, but what brand?" Seriously? Did that even matter? Clearly to him it did, as Brad let out yet another trumpet-like blast at you. You panicked and quickly said the first brand that came to your head.

"Morritos?"

"Yeah, well done, those things do give me some pretty rank gas." The boys chuckled, but you didn't care. That meant it was over.

"Great, I guessed it. Now let me go."

"Not yet ass face, you still haven't guessed what I ate." Jason said, which filled you with dread. Had they both not eaten the same thing? Jason now stuck his hand under the blanket and stuck his finger towards you. "Care to do the honours?" You didn't, but what choice did you have. You reached out and tugged on it.

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An eruption the sound of a faulty vehicle engine, rocketed against your face. There was a more greasy, meaty stink about this one. You tried not to think about it any longer than you had to, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"*Gag* Chicken?"

"Ooh, he's good. But what kind of chicken." Jason asked, before ripping another sloppy, chainsaw sounding fart. Your mind raced, before giving a hasty answer.

"Fried?"

"Correctamondo, this guy's not bad?" Jason snickered. You didn't care though, now you could be out of here.

"Ok, I played your disgusting game. Now let me out."

"Aww, yeah dude, we would, but I'm just feeling too tired to get out of bed." Brad retaliated, which made your stomach drop in fear.

"Yeah man, I think I'll call it a night." But- but- they couldn't leave you in here, could they?

"But hey dude, as a thanks, let us blow you a good night kiss." A kiss, from them? You supposed that would be nice.

"Yeah, with our butts." There was the catch. You tried one last time to thrash out and escape, but it was still no use.

"Nighty night fart face." Jason called out to you, and before you could do anything else, you heard them both grunt, sealing your fate.

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The onslaught of bassy, airy and wet flatulence from both ends was just too much. The sound was deafening and rattled through your skull. The combined stench of cheese, meat and leftover eggs was filling your nasal area and completely taking over your oxygen intake. To make it worse, you could hear guffawing laughter from the 2 giants and they turned the underblanket into a gas chamber. This was the last thing you heard before you finally passed out.

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You woke up slowly, your eyes blinking and looking around. You were still under the covers, but now there were seeps of light around you. Was it morning? Had you made it through the entire night. Hopefully that mean you could finally go. They had no reason to keep you round any longer. You looked around to see them both lying on their sides, their asses still pointing at you. Their fomented musk and flatulence was still lingering under the sheets, but at least it smelt like most of it had seeped out. It sounded like they were both snoring. Now was your chance to get away. Unfortunately, as you were about to push against the blanket, they both stirred and awoke at the same time. What an annoying coincidence.

"Yo man, you awake?" Jason called out to Brad.

"Yeah man, whoo, what a night. We gotta do this again sometime." Brad whooped. Absolutely not, at least not with you anyway. But hopefully, now they were awake, you can finally leave.

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A tuba like sound rung out from Brads ass, giving you another scent of his new cheesy stink. However, this one had a new combination that smelled almost like shit.

"Ah, morning thunder, am I right?" Brad giggled.

"Absolutely man." Jason retaliated, before letting out his own 'quaker'.

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This one also had a strong scent of crap to it that made you shiver. Then, to your relief, they both finally seemed to lift up the covers and get out of the bed. With zero hesitation, you scrambled out onto the floor and began to gulp in the clean air. Admittedly, it was still very musky and lingering with farts, but it was a hell of a lot better than being under there.

From the left, you could hear Jason and Brad laughing at you, as they pulled their underwear back up. They weren't even putting on clean pairs, just the same ones they had on last night, which were dirty. Did these 2 seriously not care about hygiene at all?

"Thanks for coming over dude, we'll see you next week for some more fun." Brad said, whilst grinning at you.

"Yeah man, we've got loads more games we can play, and more snacks for you to sniff out, haha." Jason laughed at you. But you'd finally had enough, there was no way you could do that again.

"Absolutely not, I used to think you 2 were the hottest guys in school, but now I realise you're nothing more than disgusting, farting, unwashed slobs. Just wait till everyone at school finds out, no one will ever want to hang out with you again." You firmly said, although it was a little hard to focus with your eyes still watering.

For some reason, instead of getting angry at you, they both just snickered with each other. You were confused about this, until Brad turned around and grabbed his phone from the side of the bed.

"If you say so man, but if you said no, it would be a shame for these pics to end up online." He held up his phone for you to see and your jaw dropped. It was pictures of your face pressed up against their asses, along with a few videos of them farting on you, complete with their mean laughter and comments heard in the background. They must've taken them whilst you were unconscious.

Would they really be willing to blackmail you like this? You couldn't believe that. There was no way those could go online, your reputation would be over.

"Please don't post those, I'll do whatever you want, I'll come back next week." You pleaded, which caused them to smile.

"That's better dude, now go home. I gotta take my morning dump and, after all those snacks, it's gonna be a pipe clogger." Brad said smirking, making you physically cringe.

"Same man, you wanna play battleshits?" Jason turned to Brad with the same smirk.

"You know it bro." He responded, and they both high-fived whilst laughing disgustingly. The conversation disgusted you and you wanted to get as far away from these 2 as you could, at least until they called you back. You began to make your way out the room, before Jason called out to you.

"Hey dude, one last thing." You turned around to see Jason with his hand clasped around his ass before letting a hollow fart ring out into it.

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He then threw the trapped air in your direction, and it instantly hit you like a truck. As you coughed and gagged some more, they both laughed at you one last time.

"Just a little FARTING gift." That was the last thing you heard before you bolted out the door, out the house and headed home.

As you made your way back to the house, you found yourself wondering how could you have ever been attracted to such flatulent bullies. You desperately wanted not to go back to that torture pit. But then again, you felt yourself shiver at the realisation of what would happen if you dared to defy them. You sighed defeated, and the worst part was that you'd never get the smell out of your clothes.

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An awesome premise from @stinkyboiii

I don't think I quite did this story the justice he described, but I did my best. (Also, sorry about the length, thanks to everyone who read the whole thing). :)

[t0iletd0g]

Need to be degraded and humiliated and stuck under an ass right about now🤤

[fartcushion]

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

@dinamitokid

[guywhowatches]

You pulled into the drive through with your step brother, Tyson, sitting next to you. You just wanted to grab the food, get away from here and get out of the car, as it was already starting to reek of your step bros stench. He worked out often and rarely washed, and of course you were now having to suffer for it after your dad had told you both to go get food with him.

You pulled up to the window and Tyson offered to get the lean out the window to get it. However, you couldn't help noticing the smirk on his face. The same face he always pulled whenever he'd torment you (which was sadly quite often). You slowly nodded as you rolled down the window.

"Besides, I need to clear some room anyway." He then got up on his knees and rested on the seat, pointing his swampy, slightly exposed ass at you. It took you a few seconds to figure out what he'd said, but it was too late.

BBRBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

A booming blast shot out his ass, that made the car rattle slightly. This was accompanied by a strong, rotten, meaty stink that caused you to gag loudly. Tyson always said he needed to "clear some room" whenever he was about to fart. You knew this because he would often say that before doing it in your face, much to his amusement and your disgust. Once it finally came to an end after about 6 seconds he got back into the car and rolled up the window.

"Much better." He sighed, before turning to you, as you were still gagging. "What's got you all messed up?" He asked with a snicker. You quickly tried to roll down the widow but noticed they were locked. "Can't let you do that bro, need to keep the food warm." Tyson said smugly, obviously unaffected by the smell. You couldn't believe this, but you were going to have to breath through your mouth for the rest of the journey.

"Man, can't wait to try this stuff, although I still feel like I have to clear some room." Tyson said, grinning over at you and leaning to the side, pointing his ass at you again. You gulped in terror. You didn't know if you could make it back the rest of the drive.

[t0iletd0g]

Dms are open🤤🤤 getting drunk and would luvvv the company

[guywhowatches]

An Office Interview (Part 1)

You felt nervous heading into the building, unsure of what your new job even was. You still didn't even know if you wanted to work here as you weren't that familiar with business of any kind. You'd just seen that they were hiring on the website, and that it didn't require any kind of University degree or even background knowledge of the company. Although, you did find that a little strange. Nevertheless, you desperately needed the job and the money, whatever it was, as nowhere else had been willing to hire you.

As you entered the large main hall, you noticed a man leaning against the desk facing away from you. He was wearing a black fancy suit, matching your own that you wore to make the best impression you could. However, what really drew your attention was his large bubble butt, held up tightly by his suit pants. It was so big and thick that it looked as though it would rip his suit in two at any moment.

As you were fixated by this, the man turned around and saw you staring at him. He then smiled and walked over to you.

"Ahh, you must be the new recruit, correct? I'm Mr Richards." He stuck out his hand for you to shake. You didn't respond instantly, as you were too busy fixated on the rest of his looks. He was a few inches taller than you, with slick brown hair, a small stubbly beard and other features about him that left you almost dazed. However, you quickly recovered and shook his hand.

"Yes, sir, it's a pleasure to be here and I hope I'll be satisfactory to your needs." You felt so scared looking at him up close. He had quite the commanding and tough look about him.

"Hmm, well I'll be the judge of that. Follow me upstairs please." And he turned around, again pointing his large ass at you and walked off. You quickly trailed after him, trying to look anywhere else apart from his butt, which wasn't easy to do with how distracting it was. You even noticed it bouncing a little with each step he took.

The next few minutes dragged by with Mr Stevens showing you round a few different areas, like the canteen and a few offices. Once this was over, you began to climb a flight of stairs.

"And just up here, you'll see with have the- Oh, hold on." He stopped mid-sentence, before leaning against the handrail, almost squinting his eyes. You were a little confused as to what was happening before a loud noise filled the area.

PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPTT

You jumped in shock, and looked at Mr Richards in alarm. Had he seriously just farted like that, in front of you, with no hesitation? How and why would he do that? You wanted to ask about this, but then the stink of his wind crept into your nostrils and it was pretty bad to say the least. There was an eggy tang to it that caused you to gag a little.

"Ahh, that's better. The cafeteria food's always messing with my stomach. Now then, shall we continue?" He stood back up formally, with a smile. What, how could he just carry on like nothing had happened? You were about to complain, but he headed up the stairs as you were still recovering from the stench. Maybe this was a test to prove your strength? You decided to let it slip for now, as you still wanted to get the job.

If that was a test however, then these next few minutes felt like an endless exam. Now, with every room he showed you, he would let loose a billowing fart from his enormous backside. Each one just as smelly, if not worse, than the previous one.

"Here you'll find the break room, where we relax and let off some steam." RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPTTT

"Here are the main offices, but you don't need to worry about it. It's just all hot air." FRAAAAAAAAARP FFRRRRRTT

"Here's the meeting room, where we discuss important things such as gas prices, among other things." PPRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPP

As this carried on, the stink became more and more unbearable. You really wanted to complain now, as you felt like you would pass out from the smell. Yet you couldn't for 2 reason. One being that every time you opened your mouth, you swore you could almost taste it, leaving you unable to speak properly from your gagging. And the other being, you just wanted to get the job, as you were so desperate for payment. Hopefully, if you did get the job, you would be put in an office as far away from Mr Richards and his enormous flatulent backside as you could.

Although, with each time he would rip one in front of you, you couldn't help but notice that he had a small smirk on his face, with each time you refrained from coughing on his stink. Was he enjoying this, or were you imagining it?

Finally, you came up to a door, that had a symbol of it. You could tell that it was a toilet door. You weren't sure why he was showing you this though.

"And here we have the toilet cubicle. You'll find at least 4 of these on each floor." As he finished talking, you braced yourself for if he would fart again, but thankfully it didn't seem to happen this time. You were hoping that you would be able to move on when suddenly you heard a flushing noise from behind the toilet door. A few seconds later, a man walked out. He was around the same height as Mr Richards, except with more messy black hair.

As the door swung open, you instantly recoiled from the smell that protruded out the room. It was quite obvious what had occurred in there and it reeked to high heaven. You desperately tried to waft away the stench.

"Ah, hello Richards, you alright?" Said the man, smiling at Mr Richards, as he straightened his suit pants.

"I'm all good, thanks Steven. Just showing the new guy around, seeing if he's up for the job." Richards responded, both of them ignoring your suffering. Steven looked down at you and smiled, with an almost mean look.

"I see, well don't go too hard on him. We may all need him later." What on earth did that mean? You weren't sure if you liked the sound of it.

"Don't worry, he's doing alright so far, and I'll make sure he's fine enough for now." Mr Richards responded causing Steven to chuckle.

"Alright then Richards, I'll see you later." He then turned to look at you. "I look forward to having you around. Oh and kid... I'd give that a few hours before going there, if I were you." He said, grinning and pointing to the toilet door. "Maybe even a day or so, with a nose like yours." He then walked away, chuckling. Why would he say something like that?

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You then suddenly jumped in the air, and looked behind you, only to be met with Steven's ass a few inches away from your face. He'd stuck his backside out a bit, in attempt to give it some more force. Because of the distance, it meant that the smell hit you instantly, and it was almost as bad as the ones Mr Richards had been letting out, but now with a combined smell of crap.

"Hah, post-dump farts, am I right? See you later." Steven said, before laughing and walking away. As you were still retching on this ungodly stink, Mr Richards looked at you.

"He's quite the character isn't he. Now come on, I have one last place to show you." And, acting like nothing had happened, he headed off again.

For a second, you really thought about leaving now. What kind of place was this that had them all acting like this, it was truly disgusting. However, maybe you were just misjudging and it only happened to be just these 2 that were this vile. Maybe you could talk to the boss and ask them to keep you away from these 2. It looked to be your only hope. So, you carried on. You tried to stay beside Mr Richards instead of being downwind of him.

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Eventually, you came to a big door that you assume led into the bosses office. Once outside, Mr Richards turned around to look at you.

"Now, I'm going to go in and chat with the others inside and then we'll call you in for the interview, understand?" You nodded slowly, still feeling very cautious. You also didn't like how he'd be one of the people interviewing you, but hopefully he wouldn't pass gas in front of them, right?

"Very good. Oh, wait a second." He then proceeded to grunt again, much to your dismay.

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"Phewy." He said, smiling. "My ass sure is chatty today. Maybe he should be giving you the interview instead of me." You stared in disbelief at him, as he turned around and knocked on the door. How could he make jokes about something so horrible? Was your suffering on his rancid fumes just one big joke to him. You quickly covered you nose, with his ass now pointing at you again. Perhaps this job wasn't worth it after all.

Just then, the door opened, and you could see 2 other men you didn't recognise sitting behind a desk. They were both big and beefy, and their suits looked almost too tight for them.

"Hey Richards, you got the newbie with you?" Said the one on the right.

"Sure have Brain." Said Mr Richards, smugly standing aside, revealing you to them. You tried to stand up straight, looking as formal as possible, though it was a little hard to do, with Richards lingering stink still fumigating your nostrils. Also, you couldn't help but feel like the stink had gotten worse, when the door opened, but perhaps you were imagining it.

"Ooh, he's a cutie, can't wait to start working with him." You could've sworn you heard the one on the left say. Did he say that, or was your mind just messed up from the smell. You couldn't be sure.

"Yeah, he's been pretty obedient so far. I need to talk with you both for a sec." Mr Richards then turned back to me. "You wait out here, and I'll come and collect in a few minutes." He looked so tough and commanding, that you didn't dare feel like talking back to him. As he turned around to grab the door, he looked back at you at squinted his face.

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You felt like you were nearly blown off you feet from the sheer force of the blast that shot out his bubble butt. You managed to steady yourself, but it still caught you off guard. The smell that followed didn't make it any better.

"Oops, must've slipped out." He said, closing the door, leaving you gagging and coughing. From behind the door, you swore you could hear them laughing.

Just what kind of job and business was this?

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To be continued (maybe, probably, idk?)

[putridfart69]

I’m the mayor here btw

[guywhowatches]

An Office Interview (Part 3)

(Might be a bit grosser than the previous 2 parts)

Mr Brown

You stood there, hand on the entrance door handle, terrified to walk inside again, getting horrible flashbacks to your interview. Once you’d gotten home that day, it’d taken a good hour to even get close to washing the lingering stench off you. After this had happened, you’d told your stepdad that you didn’t want to go back. However, he hadn’t listened and drove you here anyway, no matter how much you begged him not to. But you were here now, and didn’t seem to have any other option. So, you took a deep breath of clean air and headed inside.

Surprisingly, the main reception area didn’t smell as bad as you were expecting, although you don’t remember it smelling that bad the day before either. As you nervously looked around the room, hoping you could sneak in and hide in the broom closet for the rest of the day, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Ahh, you’re finally here.” Called out a voice from behind you. You saw a man sat down behind a desk, with a monitor upon it, whom you slowly approached. He seemed to be as large and beefy as the other men you’d met previously. He wore a blue suit with a red tie and had brown hair that lay slickly combed atop his head. “A little late, but we’ll overlook it, as it is your first day. It says here that you’re booked with Mr Brown for today.” The man said, looking at the monitor. Booked in, were they really treating you like a piece of equipment, for their putrid gas? “Let’s hope he hasn’t stocked up on too much breakfast this morning, otherwise you might not even make it to the end of the day.” The secretary said, with a cruel grin. You gulped at the thought of having to go through the hell that was yesterday again.

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You jumped in shock at the sound of the obvious fart. Whilst it was muffled by his chair, the secretary still had a noticeable wince on his face, before relaxing and sighing. “Ahh, I know I did.” This sight made you even more petrified, even though you could barely smell it (thanks to the cushion in his seat), the sound alone was mortifying.

“Ahh, good, there you are.” You heard a voice, that made you freeze up and turn around slowly. There you saw Mr Brown heading towards you, in a grey suit, still almost towering over you. “Thank you for notifying me. Now, chop, chop, I have a busy day ahead of me. Take a pen and notepad from Mr Blake would you, I have a few things I need you to take down.” You whirled around to see the Secretary now holding a pen and paper towards you, still grinning. You felt nervous to take it, until you heard Mr Brown call out: “Today please!” With such a commanding voice, that you didn’t dare feel like disobeying him. You grabbed the objects and quickly followed after him.

“Now, first of all, write down that I have a meeting at 2pm, and a meet up with Mr Shortland at 4pm.” You were a little confused as to why it was up to you to write this down, but again you didn’t dare question him. As you continued, on through, he gave you other things to write about, before he stopped mid-sentence, as well as mid stride. You were about to ask why, when suddenly:

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A vibrating echo, in the sound of lawn mower, bounced around the walls. Along with this, because you were unfortunately behind him, the blast went directly into your face, as well as your nostrils. There was a horrible scent of cheese and mouldy veg that made you want to gag. Mr Brown however, seemed completely unfazed by this and let out a small sigh of relief before continuing with his list. But you couldn’t, you needed at least a few seconds to recover. Mr Brown looked back at you with a displeased look on his face.

“I would like you to get a move on please.” You nodded, still refraining your gags and tried to catch up with him. You could only imagine it would be worse for you if you didn’t do as asked. As you tried to move on from the stench, he suddenly stopped again, and pointed his large butt out a bit, making his suit pants strain a little.

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You didn’t even have time to fully brace yourself as it shot out his backside. There was an even stronger, disgusting cheesy stink about it, that made your feel to gag grow stronger. Mr Brown stood back up fully and let out a small sigh again.

“Damm Hashbrowns.” You heard him mutter to himself. “We need to make a stop.” And before you could ask about it, he began striding off down the hall. Again, you tried to catch up to him, to not get stuck in his fart cloud. However, you stopped once you realised you were both approaching a toilet cubicle. You stopped in terror. You didn’t know how long you’d have to wait outside. What if someone else came along and tormented you, or worse, took you back to their office?

“Can you take a letter for me?” Mr Brown, asked as he put his hand on the cubicle door. You were a little confused as to why he asked you this now, and not after he was finished. “Come along, I need to get it down while it’s in my mind.” He demanded at you, but you just stared back in almost disbelief. Surely, he didn’t mean what you thought he meant. You couldn’t go in there with him. You still remembered the stink of Steven’s aftermath from just your first day. “Now please!” Mr Brown demanded again, and you found yourself following him inside, a decision you knew you’d regret.

The bathroom itself was surprisingly clean, though you wish you could say the same about the lingering smell. You began trying your hardest to breathe as little as possible. As you were looking around, you heard the sound from behind you of Mr Brown unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the ground. You then the thud of his giant ass landing on the toilet seat. You wanted to keep your back to him, as for one, not to breach on his privacy (despite being in the room with him already) and two, it wasn’t a sight you wanted to see.

“Can you turn around? I prefer working face to face.” Mr Brown demanded. You gulped and turned to see him sat upon the toilet, with his pants round his ankles, staring at you with no shame on his face. “Good, now let’s begin. *Ahem* Dear Evan’s Inc. …”

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As you began scribbling down, a dark fart reverberated into the toilet bowl, making you flinch. You cringed a little but were thankful that his body was blocking the scent from spreading around the room. You began scribbling down, whilst still trying to hold your breath.

“We’re writing to you in order to discuss our displeasure with your recent actions.” As he was saying this, you heard a streaming noise coming from beneath him. It was a fierce sounding one to, like almost everything else about him. “Despite this, we are still wishing to give one last chance.”

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT! PLUNK!

You tried desperately to hold in your disgust as the sound of a solid object dropped into the water. You continued to scribble down everything he asked, hoping it would distract you from the awful sounds, and smells. It didn’t seem to be working that well though unfortunately. And then, to make things worse, Mr Brown began grunting loudly yet still continued to give you instructions on what to write.

“We have been satisfied with your deals in the past. For this we will… hgn… keep pushing and… gnnn… straining until we can make a deal.”

BBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRTTTTTT! KA-PLOOSH!

You were startled by the sound of what seemed like a boulder dropping into a pool. This wasn’t even mentioning the smell. It was starting to get too much for you.

“If you displease us again, we’ll resort to more… hgnnnn… drastic measures.”

PARRRP PLOP! KU-PLUNK! SPLOOOSH!

The series of plops, combined with the already repugnant gas, was horrible. You were barely managing to keep on your feet, as your vision was growing fuzzy. You managed to write down his signings before passing down on the ground.

You woke up to pretty scary sight. It seemed like Mr Browns large ass, now with his suit pants pulled back up, was squatted down in front of your face. His behind was so large, this it looked like it was going to tear through the seam at any second. You didn’t even have time to react, as you still felt woozy from the stench, before getting a full-face blast.

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You bounced awake, coughing violently, the stink of cheese and crap occupying your nose. Mr Brown stood back up, looking as stern as ever.

“Good you’re awake. I want to thank you for taking that letter down for me. Although I am displeased that you passed out on me. If it happens again, I shall have to force you to smell my displeasure more than once. And I doubt you’d want that would you, especially after taking a dump like that?” Despite your head still not being fully active, you quickly shook your head, still feeling scared of him.

“Good, now come along, for I have a meeting in a few minutes, and still have some post-dump gas left over.” He stated, heading out the door, but not before letting out a loud, sharp quack out his backside. You groaned in disgust, as you got up and followed after him. This was going to be a long day.

[guywhowatches]

You felt a strange amount of excitement and worry as you were dragged into the house by your hook-up. You didn't know much about him, as you'd only met him that night, but you were excited nonetheless. At first you were worried about talking to him, as he was standing alone in the night club seemingly texting someone. However, you were so glad you did, as he seemed very glad to meet you and was willing to go back to your house to chat, and hopefully get something else out of it.

Once you got inside, you offered to go up to your room, and he thankfully agreed. As you walked up the stairs together, you couldn't help but admire him from behind. You truly felt as though you'd struck gold with him, as he was quite the bombshell, with a large ass that stuck out like a sore thumb. You just couldn't help but get excited. Once you got to the room, you opened the door and showed him inside.

"Make yourself at home." You said, trying to set a good impression on him. He looked back at you and smiled gleefully.

"Gladly" He said, sitting down on the bed. You followed up and sat down next to him. You put your hand on his leg, trying to make the first move on him. You were about to start attempting to pull down his pants when suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud-

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You jumped at the loud noise that vibrated around the room. You looked at your hook-up who had a slightly relaxed look on his face. You were about to question him, when suddenly the stink of rotten eggs entered your nose, causing you to cough. You took your hand of his pants and wafted the air around you.

"Ahh, just making myself at home, like you said. And it's like they say: Better out than in." He said, glancing over at you, with a smile, unaffected by the smell. You coughed again, a little confused by this reaction, but trying to overlook it.

"Uhh... it's fine, now where we?" You said, wanting to change the subject, as the smell was quite unpleasant. He smiled back and leaned over towards you, tilting his ass to the side, and you leaned in towards him with a smile, beginning to close your eyes.

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Your eyes shot open again, to see him straining with a smile. You lurched back a little, but it was too late. A stronger smell of eggs filled the room, causing you to gag.

"Oops, must've been the eggy salad I had for lunch." He stated with a chuckle, and almost no hint of shame. It was starting to become a problem now, as the stink was really beginning to kill the mood for you, yet you still felt tempted to press on.

"Uhh, yeah sure. Why don't you just try to hold it in, ok? Let's not spoil the moment." You then tried to slowly lean in to kiss him, but felt a hand suddenly pressing against your face. You opened your eyes to him holding you back, with a smirk.

"I've got a better idea, close your eyes and lie down on the bed." You felt your heart skip a beat, but you weren't going to miss on an opportunity like this, so you did as he asked. As you lay there, you suddenly felt a large weight on you, getting you more excited. However, there was a strange musky smell that accompanied it, that was too rank not to notice. Had he seriously farted again?

You opened your eyes to take a peek and were met with his giant ass just a few inches away from your face. His pants were pulled down, showing off his tight underwear.

"What are you doi-"

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You were cut off by a strong blast that you swore made the fabric of his pants vibrate. Taking the stink at point blast was no easy feat. You felt yourself gagging and tried to get up away from it. However, he had you completely pinned down, as he was seemingly rather heavy. All you could do was try to turn your head away and pray for the smell to disperse.

"Whew, that one was begging to come out, wouldn't you agree?" He said above you, chuckling ominously.

"What is wrong with you, why are you doing this?" You begged, hoping this was all just his idea of a sick joke.

"Well, you see, my boyfriend is always going on and on about how I fart too much and how bad it stinks." Wait, did he just say boyfr-

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Another booming fart blasted into my face (and nose), cutting off your train of thought.

"Even though, it's his fault for taking me to get eggy food so often, as I've told him before that it gives me the worst gas." He sure wasn't kidding about his gas being the worst. "But, I love him too much to put him through that, yet I just have so much fun letting it out onto such a comfy cushion like you. Now take a deep sniff of this next one." There was a playful yet threatening tone to his voice, that scared you. Before you could object, another large blast came from his rear.

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How did he have so much gas? At least you had a tiny bit of protection, between your face and his ass. Unfortunately, he then proceeded to grab the waistband of his pants, and pull them down, giving you a full uncensored view.

PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPTT

With no protection between your face and his ass, you could feel your hair blow back a little. The foul stench was even worse.

"Phew, I think I'm definitely going to need to take a fat shit after I'm done." He said, almost gleefully. "I used to use my boyfriends bathroom, but he would get so annoyed that I kept clogging it, so it's easier for me to use the hook-ups one every time. Speaking of which, I hope you've got a plunger. After I'm done in there, it won't be a pretty sight, because I had a big lunch." He exclaimed laughing.

Hearing this somehow made you even more terrified. He wouldn't do that to you, would he? Also, other hook-ups? He's done this before? Strangely to you, hearing that felt like the most demeaning part of this whole experience.

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Well, perhaps make that the 2nd most.

"Well, I think I'm nearly done. I just want to thank you for being such a good fart sniffer. My boyfriend will be so pleased. Now then, let's finish this off, shall we?" You were so glad to hear it was almost over, as you wasn't sure your nose could take it anymore.

"Seeing as how you're too pinned down to pull my finger, I guess I'll do it myself. Are you ready?" No, you really weren't. But it didn't matter, as you saw him lift up his arm, and pull his own index.

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The onslaught of gas that followed was booming. It bounced off the walls, rattling your skull. Not to mention the hideous eggy smell that replaced every last molecule of clean oxygen in the room. It was too much and you felt yourself pass out.

As you lay there, unconscious, your 'hook-up' lifted himself off you and pulled his pants back up.

"Thanks for spending the evening with me, this was fun." He said with a smile, looking down at you. He then turned around and headed out the room, directly towards the bathroom to create presumably an even bigger stink than in here.

As disgusted as you were, one certain thought crossed your mind before fully passing out. You'd never be going back to that club.

[fartcushion]

It was tradition. After the game the captain of the losing team had to go in to the locker room of the opponents and participate in the humiliation ritual.

As you walked in the lads turned and upon seeing who it was entering they began to hoot and holla. A couple nearest the door grabbed you and shook you playfully by the shoulders. This was all just part of the game!

On the opposite end you saw their captain. Big and burley, covered in fine hair, he smiled at you. A lad brought him a stool and he turned around to show you his massive ass stretching the shorts. You'd noticed that during the game. You could see from across the room the sweat patch covering nearly all of the cheeks. You'd seen that in the game as well, it had made you more desperate to try and win. He peeled down his shorts and straddled the stool, presenting his glistening hole to you.

"Come on then, loser, come clean me up"

Resigned to your fate, you knelt down as was the rules and began the long crawl of shame across the locker room. The men catcalling as you passed. The smell of the captain getting stronger with each metre you crawled closer. When you reached him you glanced upwards, congratulated him on his win, and started to clean his sweaty hole.

He held his cheeks apart for you. "Take a big whiff of that winner stink"

Sniiiiffff

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"That's it, breathe it in, fart boy"

Sniiiiffff

[sohaoying]

i'm in the house like carpet