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Sleep Over Fuck

So me and three other of my guy friends had a sleep over at my friend’s house (We’ll call him B). His parents were going to be gone for the night to go to his younger brother’s baseball game. We were all about 15 at the time and we were obviously bored. We made a pact to that whoever fell asleep first would get seriously pranked. We didn’t really know what exactly said prank would be, but horny lil me hoped that it was something sexual.

Now, it was really hot in the room we stayed in so we all naturally stripped down to our underwear, which is normal and we’ve done it basically every sleepover because we are all pretty comfortable with ourselves. I assumed that for them it was normal, but I was always slightly turned on by this. Of course, I was in the closet (still am in the closet about being Bi actually) so I didn’t try to make to much of it.

Anyways, we play video games and watch a few movies and it’s now about midnight. It started getting cold because the room wasnt really heated so we all eventually ended up fully clothed. B brought in a space heater but it would take a while for it to warm things up. We were all bored and one of my friends (we’ll call him J) already started dozing off, and we were teasing him of what would happen. He suggested that we try to do something fun. I suggested strip poker jokingly and J immediately said “No man, that’s gay as hell” but then W chimed in and said “I don’t care, you just don’t want to do it cause your dick probably isn’t that big.” With that said, everyone became determined that they had the biggest dick.

We started the game, and I was doing pretty good well and the way we played it, whoever won, had to take something off. I was down to my boxers before anyone else, and I already started getting horny at the thought of seeing my friends’ dicks, so I kinda covered myself with a pillow. Eventually, we were all down to just our boxes, except B, who still had his socks on. The next round, my other friend (W) won, so he was the first to get fully nude. At first he was hesitant, but he eventually took off his boxers and his cock flopped out. He had a big dick while soft, and had huuuge balls. I made the offside comment, that he has been jacking off so much that they became swollen. He responded back, saying that he shoots really huge loads. That turned me on even more.

The next guy to get fully nude was J, he had a regular cock and trimmed pubes, but what caught my attention was his nice round ass. I was the next person to have to get nude, and I already had a semi, I tried to hide it, but my W pulled the pillow away from my crotch. I guess nobody realized I was semi-hard and just thought I had a really big dick. Finally, B had no one else to play with so he went ahead and undressed too. We didn’t really know what to do next, so we just started to dare each other to do really stupid things. Then it happened.

W dared me to put my mouth on his cock. Up to that point, no one backed down from the dare. I didn’t know wether he has just joking but I really wanted to taste it. I reluctantly said that that was really gay, and he responded with “So?’ My heart raced as the thought of my friend being gay got me so heated. I pretended to not want to suck it but as I put my mouth on it. I closed my eyes as I began to suck on it as part of the act, and W instantly became hard. I also became extremely hard too, but I still had my trusty pillow. J started joking around “Wow W you’re getting a boner because of guy, that’s sooo gay”. He quickly responded “a bj’s a bj, you’re probably just jealous” I quickly took my mouth off his dick after about 30 seconds. Now it was my turn to dare someone. I easily dared J to start to suck my dick, he pretended like he didn’t want to, but as he started to suck my now rock hard dick, his dick also shot up like a volcano. I couldn’t help but notice that B’s cock was hard and at that point I knew, that this was going to be the best night of my life.

I asked B if his dick needed some attention, he knew that I wanted it in my mouth. I started sucking on his dick, and W started sucking on J’s. After a while, I was ready to cum, but I didn’t want it to end so soon. I suggested that we all just take a shower to clean up because we all knew what would happen next. We all hopped into, B’s parents’ shower. We started lathering up and helping each other clean our holes, and we all messed around a bit, making out under the hot water. All of us were in-the-closet virgins and we agreed that this didn’t make us gay (but trust me, we all were). After the group shower, we returned to the room and started to get started.

We didn’t have any condoms which wasn’t really too important, but what we needed was lube. B went and put some olive oil in a bottle as a substitute. I went ahead and laid out a huge, old blanket on the floor. And when I mean huge, I mean it took up most of the floor space of a huge room. It was kinda torn so I doubt anybody would get upset if it got dirty.

Anyways, B came back with the bottle of DIY lube and we finally started to get into the fun stuff. We rubbed the oil all over our cocks and started to suck each other off. We all took turns with each other, making sure everyone is being pleasured. Then we finally started fucking. J was originally scared of bottoming with me because I had the biggest cock out of everyone (7.5in). I told him to take it easy, and quickly became pounding his tight little ass. He was moaning and kept asking me to go harder and harder. After a while, we switched and I could not believe how amazing it felt to have a cock in my ass. I was so turned on, that while he was fucking me, I came without even touching my cock. I came so hard that I got it all over my face and body. J quickly started eating it off of me, and then came right in my ass. He ate that out of me as well. W and B were getting it on and were a little disappointed that we both already came, but we were ready to go at it again.

I started to fuck B, and man did he moan like there is no tomorrow. I was scared that his neighbors would hear us, but that didn’t stop it from being horny as hell. He eventually threw me on my back while still straddling my cock. He started to massage my chest while bouncing on my dick. He then assertively got off and aggressively started abusing my ass. It felt so good. His dick was pretty big and man could he use it, this could not have been the first night that he used that thing on someone. He pulled out after about 6 minutes of plowing me and came all over my chest. I already had some chest hair at that age, but he didn’t mind as he licked up his hot steamy load. He lapped it up and let it drip from his face into my mouth. It was so warm and nice.

Now W wanted a chance to fuck me. At that point, everyone had cum at least once or twice except for W, but no one wanted to stop. W wanted to top me first. He first fucked my face hard, and his dick was almost as long as mine. His huge balls slapped my face, and I began to massage those beautiful gonads. He then kissed his way down to my cock and started licking my balls. Then he started eating my ass out and I could’t help but squirm. It felt so good and he admitted that he learned all of his moves from watching a ton of gay porn. Next, he started to pump his throbbing cock into my ass. He made out with me while decimating my ass and I whispered in his ear “Aren’t you glad we played strip poker” He fucked me even harder and faster. Now it was my turn to dominate him. I told him it was my turn, and threw him on his back. I pushed his legs to the side and ate out his ass and played with his balls, I could tell that He would be able to last to long. As I was pumping my rock hard cock into him, B and J came over and started to jack off right over his face. They continued to make out while W was quickly taking in their cocks. As I was approaching climax, I began to pump even harder and faster. W could not hold it in any longer, and he came so hard and fast that it easily got all over his face and mouth. There was so much of it too. He wasn’t lying about his massive loads. I pulled out and came all over his body. Then B and J came all over his body. It was so much cum. We all took turns licking it up while W was still panting. It was about 4 am and we were all incredibly tired out. But first we had to clean up.

B threw the blanket into the washer (somehow, it managed to fit) and we all headed back into that shower. We were all a bit shocked about and glad that we all fucked. Needless to say, this won’t be our last sexcapade. ;)

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Story time

This is a half true story. I leave it here for your enjoyment. Let me know if you like it and I’ll post more.

Dave

When I was 15 going on 16, I worked at a restaurant with a bunch of friends from school. We were busboys and kitchen staff. One friend was named John and we were fairly new friends even though we’d known each other since middle school. John was about my height—5.10 and growing, about my weight—150 lbs., same blond hair as me but with very blue eyes to my hazel. We looked like brothers and John was hot. I was ok, but John was one of the best looking guys in our class.

At that time my dad had joined a club downtown and it had a great weight room and gym. I went with my dad a few times and got the lay of the land. It had a great weight room, basketball court, racquetball courts, and a really nice lap pool/steam room/sauna/hot tub area. It was a male only gym and locker room, so all these middle aged guys walked around naked. My dad called it his fat old man gym and he basically just went to sit in the hot tub and read a book.

I’d been working out there for about 3 months by the end of summer. And, because I was 15, the work showed off pretty well. I hadn’t gained much mass but my arms were a little bigger, I had the beginnings of abs and pecs, and my shoulders were coming along. I was still mostly hairless other than an average bush and some armpit hair. I was a late bloomer and would not get chest hair until college and after, so at 15 I was a typical twink sophomore.

After school started I turned 16 and kept working at the restaurant. So did John. We both played soccer and in the high school locker room and during shirts/skins games John saw my progress. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I’d been going to the gym. Our high school gym was pretty low rent and no one really liked to work out there, so I invited John to work out with me after school one day. I had become friends with the manager over the summer and he let me bring John for free (they typically charged for guests). It became a routine that John and I would hit the gym around 3:30 when we got out of school. The gym had workout clothes for the members to change into because it was in an office building and a lot of the members came down to workout during lunch. The “uniform”, as I called it, was a grey t-shirt, blue gym shorts, and a jock strap. I never really thought much about it and I always wore the clothes provided. John didn’t like wearing the shorts (they were kinda short and were not in fashion at all) and he always brought his own. But he wore the jock and t-shirt. And damn did he look good in a jock. He had a much nicer ass than I did and the jockstraps framed it perfectly. It was white with two perfect globe cheeks. He had a sexy tan line from his waist to his lower thigh. He was so hot in that jock I still jerk off to the memory.

As I said, John looked a lot like me, but he had these piercing blue eyes, like Ryan Gosling, a model’s face, and a killer smile. I had a big crush on him, but of course he didn’t know that. When we changed we’d do what boys that age do a lot–turn away from each other and pull our shorts on and off fast, so no one saw our dicks. And we never got fully naked. We’d just workout and change back into our school clothes and go home and shower. When I wasn’t with John, I’d often shower there and go steam. The locker room had a great steam room that was a huge square with tiered bench seats. It was usually empty and I’d just lay down and relax for as long as I could stand the heat. Then I’d shower and leave. I loved the way the steam made my skin soft after. And I won’t lie, sometimes I’d jerk off in there if the place was empty.

John and I worked out like this for about a month. One day I had a dinner party to go to with my parents and I needed to shower at the gym to make it on time. I told John I was going to shower after and he said OK. I didn’t think much of it to be honest, but deep down I hoped he’d join me. After our workout I took off my shoes and put them away in my locker and walked in my gym clothes to the shower area where the towels were and you could leave your dirty clothes in a hamper. I took off my shirt and shorts and then I saw John walking up behind me.

He said, “Hey, figured I’d check out this steam room you always talk about,” with a smile on his face. Damn he was cute. He knew it too and he was a huge flirt, but he acted that way with everyone so I didn’t read into it. I was standing there in nothing but a jockstrap, kind of shocked and kind of turned on. I could see John look me over and take in my fairly worked out body in the jock. He undressed as well and I got us both towles. I handed him his towel and got my first real look at him naked. I’d seem him shirtless tons of times in the gym and playing soccer, but I’d never seen his cock before. I was a little shocked because it was kind of small. I have a fair sized dick, maybe bigger than most, but his was like 1.5 inches long and pretty small in circumference. He was circumcised at least, but his limp dick was about the size of my pinky. Despite that, he looked great, like a young adonis (all those Greeks had small dicks too!).

We wrapped our towels around our waists and went to the steam room. It was pretty thick with steam and hard to see much past a few feet. I walked over to the far side and sat down on the top row bench and John sat below me and laid down. There was no one else in there. When John laid down, he put his hands behind his head so I could see his pits, and he stretched out so his towel fell down a little and I could see the top half of his pubes. By this point I had a half wood, but I hid it under the towel. We talked for awhile and then decided it was hot and we went to the showers. The showers in this place had stalls, but with two shower heads per stall. We each got in our own stall, though, and cleaned up. We dressed and left and I went to my dinner party and John went home.

This started a new routine, where we’d workout, steam, and shower. Each time I got to see more and more of John naked and we got to be a lot less shy in front of each other. After a month or so, we’d take off our clothes by the locker and just walk naked to the steam room, like all the old men did. We weren’t afraid of being naked anymore and we got a lot more comfortable with it. I was still scared I’d pop a boner checking John out, and maybe he was a little shy about his small dick, but it felt good to be so freely naked.

After a while, I discovered what the little shower within the steam room was for–you could pull a chain and cold water would come out and cool you off. So I started doing that, and kind of showing off John in the process because I have a pretty dick and I knew it.

One day I got up to cool off in the steamroom and I must have been more excited than I thought I was when I was sitting down, because after I got wet I looked down and I had half wood that was showing off pretty well. I wasn't’ fully hard, but there was no doubt I was excited. John noticed and pointed at my dick and said, “Damn Joe, nice boner! HAHHAHA!”

I tried to play it off, but I’m sure I blushed. I laughed and said, “You know how it is, sometimes my dick has a mind of its own. I just get random hardons!” and I grabbed my junk and shook it a little. My dick is about 6-7 inches hard, and I was at about 5-6 at this point. Walking back to my bench I went over to John and swung my dick in his face, just fooling around. It was hard to tell, but he looked a little too long to not like it. I sat back down next to him. By that point, my dick was fully hard and pointing straight out from my body. I sat there and kind of played with it, pulling it down and watching it pop back up and slap my stomach. I was just screwing around and fucking with John, but I was super fucking hard and horney as hell.

I said, “Dude, I’m so fucking hard right now, I don’t know if I can walk out of here like this.” John said, “I know man, I’m getting hard too,” and sure enough his little cock was pretty hard as well. He was about 4-5 inches hard (a grower for sure), but still skinny in girth. We actually had pretty similar cocks–both straight with a circumcision scar, head in proportion to our girth. But his dick was like ½ the size of mine.

I said, “Well, what are we going to do about it…?” as I continued to play with my cock. I stared at him and he looked back and me and smiled and said, “Dude, I need to bust a nut. Let’s just jerk it in here.” I was sold!

We sat next to each other on the top bench and started stroking. We didn’t look at each other and he had his eyes closed most of the time. I was checking him out on the sly and having a blast. I had to stop after a minute because I was close to busting and I wanted it to last. John sat there, eyes closed, feet and legs stretched out jerking as hard as he could. He opened his eyes and I could see him take a quick glance at my dick, that I was slowly stroking. His balls were slapping against his thighs as he jerked furiously. I saw him tense up and his chest developed a deep shade of red as he approached climax. I saw him take another quick glance at my dick, then he busted all over his stomach. He shot 3 nice ropes of cum, but it was nothing compared to the deluge I let go 5 seconds later. I shot 6 or 7 times. The first shot went over my head and hit the wall. The next got my face, then chest, then stomach. I was covered in cum.

John laughed and said, “Shit Joe! That’s the biggest nut I’ve ever seen!” I laughed back, half out of breath from my massive orgasm and just said, “Yeah….that…was…needed…ohh man…wow…” I sat there, catching my breath and closed my eyes for a second, letting the orgasm take over my body as I went through my post-nut-high. I opened my eyes and John was wiping himself off with a towel. I grabbed my towel and wiped the cum off my torso, but I forgot about the cum on my face. John had a huge grin on his face and said, “Joe, you still have cum on your face. You fucking slut! You look like you just sucked a dick! Hahahahha!”

He thought it was hilarious. I wiped my face with my hand and came away with a pile of cum. I acted like I was going to wipe in on John and he backed away laughing. I chased him for a few steps and then stopped and wiped the cum on my towel. I was still half hard when we walked out, but there was no one in the shower area at all. We threw our towels in the hamper and got two fresh ones and walked to the stalls. I got in my usual stall and then John joined me in same stall. That had never happened before, but I guess when you jerk off together you shower together.

We washed our hair and soaped up. All I could do was watch John wash his ass, which I swear he did for like 3 minutes. Then I was hard again. John turned around and saw me watching him and saw my dick. He played it off and said, “Fuck Joe! Again?” I said, “Yeah, it’s been like 3 days since I jerked off, I guess I’m still horney.” Then I noticed he was getting hard again too.

We didn’t say another word to each other. I got some soap and started jerking off again and he did the same thing. We were standing across from each other, not looking at each other, but not looking away either. Just two dudes jerking off in the shower. I came pretty quick and shot my load into my hand. John followed me by about a minute and shot his load on the floor and it washed into the drain. We looked at each other and grinned and kind of gave a “Whew, that was fun” look to each other. Then we got out, toweled off, got dressed and went home, like nothing had ever happened. Of course, more was about to happen.

After that we became semi-regular jerk off buddies. We’d jerk off in the steamroom if no one was around, then shower together and go home. After a few weeks of this, I started to be a little more bold in my checking John out while jerking off. I noticed he closed his eyes less and less and played with his balls (was he playing with his ass too?) more and more. I thought up, what I thought, was a clever way to take it to the next level. One day I said, “Hey, let’s see who can get off first, like a race.” Because guys love competing, right? John was game, as usual. Then I upped the ante. I said, “What does the winner get?” John shrugged and thought for a second. Then he said, “Loser gets cummed on!” Praise the lord! That’s exactly what I wanted him to say!

So the bet began. Honestly, I didn’t care if I won or lost, I was a winner either way. So I took my time jerking off and sure enough I could see John getting close. He tensed up, got red in his chest like he always did, and started to make his O face. I just watched him, loving every second. He stood up and over me, then shot his load. All over my face. I wish I could say I sucked his dick, but I didn’t have the courage. I took his load and let a little into my mouth. It tasted salty, but good. John was laughing his ass off and I tried to act annoyed. I wiped his cum off my face and made my next move–I used it as lube to jerk off. I don’t know if he even noticed, but I loved it and I blew my load almost immediately. All our cum was mixed on my body by that point and John was toweling off and walking to the shower. I took a little more of the cum and ate it. God, it was so fucking good. Then I cleaned myself up and joined him in the shower.

Little by little, we got more adventurous. Cum shots became a challange to see who could cum on whose face first. I usually lost (on purpose), but I got him a few times as well. Once I timed it perfectly and shot a little into his mouth. John didn’t complain so I felt like I was making progress. One day we were just sitting there talking, not jerking off or anything, and sex came up. John had a hot girlfriend, but he was complaining about how he never got a blowjob from her. I said, “I’ve never had a blowjob before.” John replied, “What?! Dude, it’s the best! It feels soooo good. If they do it right. I mean, if she uses teeth, it fucking hurts.” I said, “I’ve never even had a handjob, to be honest with you.” John was incredulous. “What?! Joe, you’re a good looking guy, how have you not had a handjob yet?” “I don’t know, I just never had the opportunity.”

And with that, John reached out and grabbed my cock (which was rock hard by now), and gave it few tugs. He smiled at me and laughed and said, “There, now you’ve had a handjob!” I laughed back and said, “Damn, that did feel good.” I let that comment linger a little too long. I stared at him a little too long. Then I said, “Want to swap handjobs?” Silence. For like 15 seconds. I panicked inside. My heart was racing. I could see John was thinking, but what I had no idea. I’ve fucked this up, I thought.

Then John said, “Sure man. We just can’t tell anybody about it” and he smiled at me. That smile melted me. I laughed back at him and played with my dick a little, then I looked at him and reached for his dick. He was rock hard. He leaned back and let me go to town. I jerked him for a while, then he jerked me for a while, then we jerked each other. I was trying to wait to cum, but he caught me off guard with a few strokes and I busted out of nowhere. The cum went all over both of us. He let go of my cock and I moved to his cock. Then, as he was getting close, he pushed my head down onto his cock, forcefully, like it was not an option. He held it there with both hands while I jerked the last few strokes and within 10 seconds of him grabbing my head he was cuming in my mouth. He fucking exploded!

I had never sucked a dick before, let alone swallowed. I gagged and almost threw up. I let all the cum fall out of my mouth onto his dick. He let go of my head, but I kept it there and went back to sucking him for his last few ropes of cum. He pulled me off and said, “Wow. That was amazing. Uh, sorry about that dude, I couldn’t resist and I wanted to nut so bad.” I said, “I guess it’s alright, as long as you do that for me.”

From that day on, we swapped BJs in the steam room or shower most days. We never did it anywhere else and we never told anyone about it. It was our secret workout cooldown plan.

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Jay, 18, and Lucky, 18, had just finished their last high school basketball match. Over joyed, full of energy and sweat, the two boys were excited to get out of the locker room and go celebrate.

“Hey Jay! Lucky! Come into my office, you can change after. I have two fans that would like to meet you” said Coach Warren.

“Yo Lucky, we got fans!”

“Dude, awesome! Maybe it’s some hot girl”

The two boys got less excited though when they stepped in Coach’s office and the door closed behind them. Sitting on the sofa in the office were two older men. One was probably mid sixties, white, gray mustache and a bald head. The other was younger, maybe forty, African American, muscled and with hair that was going white on the sides. They each wore suits and they were smiling. Lucky didn’t like the way the two men were looking at them.

“Hello boys” said the younger one.

“Hello Sir” said the boy’s.

“Oh manners, I like that”

“I like that too” said the older.

“Boys, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Peters” said Coach Warren pointing at the bald older man.

“And Mr. Crane” said Coach Warren pointing at the younger fitter man. “Mr. Peters and Mr. Crane are such fans of your playing, that they’ve offered to pay for your college tuition. Completely.”

“Holy shit! Dude!” Jay got all happy, jumping up and down. Lucky smiled but he couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong here.

“Such excitement” smiled Mr. Peters, staring at Jay.

“Thank you both. This is a great offer for us” said Lucky. Even if it did feel odd, he had to admit that the thought was amazing. He shook both men’s hands.

“The offer is contingent on both of you going to a training facility that these men own. Focus on your playing until college starts. We can take care of graduation, don’t worry about that. But at facility, you will have no outside contact. No phones. Nothing. Just focusing on training”

“Sign me up!” cried Jay.

“What about our families? Friends?” asked Lucky.

“They all know it’s for your future” Coach Warren pushed two contracts across the desk. Jay signed his without reading it. Lucky tried to read it, but it so full of lawyer terminology that it was dense to understand. Lucky thought hard and then signed anyway. For his future.

“Alright you boys can change and these two men will take you to your new home”

“I’d prefer if they stayed in uniform. As your coach said, you won’t have need for any of your old stuff. Your coach has supplied us with your measurements. So we have clothes for you” said Mr. Peters.

“I agree” said Mr. Crane.

“Okay, cool” said Jay.

“Lucky, why don’t you take those sneakers off though. I want to see them up close”

“You too, Jay”

Lucky and Jay kick off their sneakers, hesitantly, and handed them to the two men. Jay now standing in long white socks, Lucky in long black socks. The two men took their time examining the sneakers, letting the boy’s stand there in their socks…awkwardly waiting. Lucky felt vulnerable without his nike sneakers. Mr. Peters took a big sniff of the inside of Jay’s sneaker and now Jay started feel weird too. Who were these men?

“Jay, why don’t you sit next to me” said Mr. Peters.

“Umm ugh, ok” said Jay, sitting next to Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters grabbed the boy and pulled him over, so that Jay now sat on the old white man’s lap. Jay flinched. Lucky looked to Coach, who motioned for him to let it go. Mr. Crane smiled.

“Ugh this is weird, what the hell?” Said Jay.

Mr. Peters grabbed Jay by the chin.

“Is that anyway to talk to the man funding your college”

“Ummm no. No sir. Sorry. It just, can I get off? I’m uncomfortable” said Jay. Mr. Peters put a hand on Jay’s knee and started to move it up, past Jay’s gym shorts. Jay scrambled off the man’s lap.

“What the fuck?!” Said Jay.

“We leaving; deal off. This is too weird” said Lucky.

“Yeah fuck off, you sickos” Said Jay. “Give us back our sneakers”

The men just smiled.

“Forget the sneakers dude, let’s just get out of here” said Lucky.

“I like my sneakers, I want them back from this old white man” said Jay.

“Fucking hell” said Lucky as he went up to the two men and tried to grab the sneakers back. The men laughed and held the sneakers out of his reach, several times….until Lucky reached one more time and Mr. Crane reached over- cupping the boy’s crotch. Lucky gasped and stepped back. The two boys ran for the door, only to find it locked.

“Coach, open the door!” shouted Jay. “Open the fucking door!”

“I’m afraid that’s not happening boy’s. You signed a contract.”

“You can’t keep us here! This is wrong! I don’t know what this is, but keeping us here is against the law” said Lucky.

“I’m sorry boys”

“Who said anything about keeping you here. We’re going back to the training facility” said Mr. Crane.

“We ain’t going anywhere with you” said Lucky.

Lucky saw a second door in Coach Warren’s office leading to the court. Lucky tried to get to it, but Coach Warren exited out of it, and locked it. Lucky slammed his fists into the door.

“Be good boys!” Said Coach Warren, through the door, then left. Lucky looked back at the two men smiling on the sofa, and to Jay on the other side of the room. What were they gonna do? Lucky began looking for objects to use in their defense. Sports trophies lining a nearby wall. He grabbed one. Mr. Crane stood up, taller than he originally looked, walked over to Lucky, knocked the trophy out of Lucky’s hands, and choked the boy up against the door, lifting him off the floor. Lucky was shocked by the man’s strength, his socked feet kicking at what felt like a wall. Lucky hit at Mr. Crane’s large hand around his throat.

“I swear, it’s like breaking in wild cattle” said Mr. Crane.

Jay tried to rush over and help Lucky, but he started to panic and when he panicked, he tended to freeze up. It had happened during games.

“Jay, get back on my lap or I’ll take my belt out” said Mr. Peters.

Jay couldn’t move, too freaked out.

“Let him go!” Screamed Jay to Mr. Crane. Mr. Crane loosened his grip on Lucky, letting the boy breathe more, but not by much. Mr. Peters took out his belt and struck it against the floor like a whip. The sound sent shivers down Jay.

“Get on my lap, undo my pants and take my cock out” said Mr. Peters.

“Fuck off!” Screamed Jay. Mr. Peters rushed at Jay, grabbed the boy by the neck and threw him on the sofa. Jay scrambled, Mr. Peters quickly held him down by the neck and began spanking the boy with the belt. Jay’s limbs were clawing at the sofa, screaming against the whips of the belt, but Mr. Peters held him down.

Lucky was able to knee Mr. Crane in the chest, causing him to release the boy to the ground. Lucky tried to crawl to the trophy that he had dropped, coughing as he gasped for air. Mr. Crane grabbed him by the hair though and lifted him to his feet.

“Stop! Please stop!” Cried Jay. The spanking was too much, even with his boxers and gym shorts still on. But Mr. Peters continued, shouting about how much of a naughty boy he was.

Mr. Crane sat Lucky down in Coach’s chair, quickly tying the boy’s arms behind the chair, and his ankles to the chairs legs. Lucky Screamed for helped, thrashing in the chair. Mr. Crane put a collar around the boy’s neck.

“HELP! SOME ONE HELP!” Screamed Lucky.

Mr. Peters finally stopped spanking Jay. Jay curled up in a ball on the sofa.

“What are you going to do us? Why are you doing this?” Cried Jay.

“Take off your shirt, Jay” said Mr. Crane.

“Fuck! You!”

Lucky suddenly convulsed in the chair, the collar buzzing. A remote in Mr. Crane’s hands.

“Stop! what are you doing to him?!” cried Jay.

“Do as we say or your friend keeps getting shocked” said Mr. Peters.

“You sick fucks”

Mr. Crane sent a second round of electricity, through Lucky. His muscles buldging.

“Okay! Okay!” Jay removed his team jersey handing it to Mr. Crane.

“Good boy” Mr. Crane proceeded to gag Lucky with the jersey, tying it behind the boy’s head. Lucky was sweating and breathing heavy.

“Mr. Peters I think both of them need to be silenced for a bit. Such wild boys” said Mr. Crane.

“Agreed. Jay, sit on my lap again”

“Please…”

“Do you want your friend to suffer?” Jay cried a bit as he sat on Mr. Peter’s lap. The old white man’s big hand moving up his leg, through his gym shorts and cupping his crotch.

“Such a big boy down there” said Mr. Peters. He kissed Jay on the neck, his mustache and tongue tickling Jay’s neck. Jay groaned in disgust. This old man was feeling him up. What the fuck?! He felt humiliated and wanted to vomit. But he feared what another shock would do to Lucky.

“Open your mouth” Jay whimpered and opened his mouth. Mr. Peters stuck his fingers into the boy’s mouth, moving them in and out of Jay’s mouth, causing the boy to suck them. Each time going deeper down the boy’s throat, causing him to gag.

“Give me a kiss”

“Please…”

“Are you being naughty again?”

Jay shook his head “no” and Mr. Peters pulled him into a kiss, the man’s tongue going down the boy’s throat, his fingers squeezing Jay’s nipples. Jay crying. This man was old enough to be Jay’s father. Lucky watched all of this in a fury. They had been betrayed by their coach, given to these two sick faggots. If only he could get out of this chair, take the collar off and beat these men up. If he had enough time he could do it, he thought.

“Take off your shorts and get on your knees in front of me” Jay could sense what was happening and it made him shake. He stood up and slid his gym shorts off, revealing green plaid boxers. He got on his knees.

“Please man, I can’t do this. Please”

“You will follow orders or your friend gets another shock”

“Why are you doing this?!”

“Because both of you are naughty straight boys and we were need of new play toys” said Mr. Crane.

“We are not your play toys!” cried Lucky through his gag.

“Oh don’t worry, boy. I’ll play with you soon” said Mr. Crane, stroking Lucky’s face.

“Jay, undo my pants. And take my cock out. Blow me”

Jay trembled, looked back at Lucky and took a deep breath. He unzipped Mr. Peter’s pants and took out his cock, which was currently a huge, big boner. Jay’s eyes went wide. Mr. Peters grabbed Jay’s head and forced the cock into the boy’s mouth. He started to thrust.

“If you bite me, we’ll send shocks through Lucky again. No hands! Use your mouth. Use those nice lips. Suck it deep, all the way down! Did I say you could take your mouth off it?”

Jay had gagged and was coughing up spit on the floor. Mr. Peters slapped him in the face.

“Did I say you could take your mouth off it?”

“No”

“Say- “No Sir. Thought you had manners before. Get back on it!” Mr. Peters stuffed his cock down Jay’s throat again, holding the boy’s head.

Mr. Crane suddenly untied Lucky. Lucky tried to gather his strength and punch the man, but the collar sent shocks through him again. Lucky fell to the floor, where Mr. Crane quickly stripped him of his gym shorts and boxer briefs. Lucky covered his privates.

“You can’t hide your body from me, boy. Tell me, have you ever had a man’s cock in your ass?”

Lucky tried to scramble away, but he was thrown over Coach’s desk, his wrists tied in rope that attached to the legs of the desk, stretching over it. Mr. Crane undid his pants and took out a long black cock. He let Lucky see it and then walked behind the boy. Lucky thrashed, his socked feet skidding on the floor. He felt Mr. Crane spit in his ass and then a huge rush of pain, that caused Lucky to gasp. Mr. Crane grabbed Lucky by the hair, lifting his head up, as he thrust in the boy’s ass. Lucky Screamed into his gag.

“You’re gonna make me cum! You slut, you want my cum? Here it is. Gonna fill you up! You ready?” Mr. Peters had Jay on his back, the boy’s legs wrapped around the man’s waist, fucking Jay. Jay was now ball gagged, with his wrists tied with rope. Jay was crying into the ball gag. Mr. Peters came in Jay’s ass, collapsing on top of the boy.

“Keep your head up!” Shouted Mr. Crane as he pulled Lucky’s head back by the hair again, spanked the boy’s ass and continued to thrust. Mr. Crane eventually came all over Lucky’s back.

The two boys lay spent in their positions, too tired, humiliated, and pained to move.

“I think we got the fight out of them” said Mr. Peters, pulling up his own pants.

“I agree. Time to go home, boys”

The boys, barely awake and exhausted, were laid out on the floor and pulled into two leather sleep sacks that zipped up to their necks. Mr. Crane replaced the shirt gag with another ball gag for Lucky. Both boys were blindfolded. Then the two men picked up their respective boys and carried them out the back of the school to a van….onto the dungeon.

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And Now This is Happening

Okay, so I apparently am not “learning my lesson”. Want to know how I know that? The old man that did this to me went up to me and said so! He said that it goes against the spirit of his deal that I was “basically still a girl despite being a boy”. What’s it to him how I live the life he forced onto me, anyhow? The guy he made a deal with doesn’t even remember it! But then he goes on saying how that doesn’t matter and how he isn’t a hack. Before I finish asking what he plans to do, he sent this weird pulsating flash at me and disappeared.

I would have said “what the hell?!?”…if I could speak. Instead my body moved on its own straight to my room to change and then to the nearest wide open floor. I was wondering what was going on but then I dropped and did lots of push-ups. I mean, I worked out as both a girl and as a boy so I could remain pretty but I was doing an absurd amount here. It honestly seemed like half an hour passed before I stopped…only to immediately start doing sit-ups. I didn’t even bother keeping track of time. I also wasn’t surprised that after all that was done, I jumped up to the nearest door frame and did a bunch of curl-ups either.

My parents came home to me binge eating a crapload of protein. When they questioned my sudden new eating habits, I said in a low voice “I’m bulking up. Wanna get huge.” Oh fuck. That’s what’s going on here. Even worse, my parents just chuckled and said I was “at that age when boys want to become manly” and encouraged me. If only they weren’t such great parents.

Even worse, it didn’t stop there. I picked up other new habits that were much more decidedly masculine than my old ones of looking pretty and hanging out with girls. I just started to lay back like a complete and utter douchebag in my classes. Look at this! I don’t think I could like even more like a douche!

I joined the wrestling team. Yeah. That sport where it’s encouraged to bulk up a lot and you’re face first into some other guy’s BO while wearing a getup that leaves little to the imagination. It was hardly my first pick of a hobby after becoming a boy for a reason.

I hadn’t ever even so much as touched a skateboard in my entire life and now I spend a few hours a week zooming through my neighborhood. Started to hang out with a seedier crowd too. Of course I was shirtless for all of this. I’d roll my eyes at any guy that did that but you know what I tell people instead? “Why should I hide such a great manly bod like this one behind a shirt?”

Speaking of no shirt, guess what I do really often now? If you guessed “stupid cocky poses while not wearing a shirt and posting pics to social media”, then you’d be right! I was saving up for a car, but you know what I was made to spend it on instead? A motorcycle! That thing’s dangerous! But of course, it’s the “manly thing to do” and to do said pose too, while I’m at it.

You know what else is dangerous? A gun. They’re loud too. I hate them. Always have and always will. I’m sure you know where this is headed. I begged my dad to take us to the shooting range from time to time. Is it really that manly to take out defenseless targets at a distance? Must be, seeing as I’m forced to do it now.

It’s like I’m obsessed with being and looking as manly as possible, which is what I’m sure was the point that old man was getting at when I refused to play his game and did this to me in retaliation. Many remarked about the weird 180 change from the pretty and effeminate playboy I was and I usually tell them “that was when I was a boy. I’m gonna be a man soon and it’s time I look and acted like one!” Sometimes accompanied with a burp or fart because why not, right? After the first few times, I even looked annoyed that people kept saying that that I went to the barber and got my pretty and beautiful hair cut shorter! You know, to show people how serious I was about all this!

I have no idea how long this will last. At this point, it seems like the rest of my life. I will be forever trapped in a man’s body, being made to do and be all the things I hated about men. And why? Because some jerk made some sort of amazing trade with an old magical man! And he doesn’t even remember doing it! That fact is thrown into my face all the more so now that hang out with him and the rest of the douche crowd now over those lovely and pretty ladies that I used to. Can this asinine curse or whatever be over yet?

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The Bet - Chapter 1

via Sevenbillionasscheeks

This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and involves fart sniffing, incest, and slavery … My very first story that I wrote years ago. After Chris loses a bet to his older brother, he has to obey all kinds of nasty commands … He beat me again at that stupid xbox racing game. It was a hot summer evening, and we had nothing to do but sit in our shorts and sweat while playing the game. Alex always walked around without his shirt so I didn’t mind doing the same. This was the third time in a row, and he kept taunting me. “Wow Chris, If I knew you’d suck this bad, I would’ve just play by myself.” “Shut up” “I’m serious, you keep losing you may as well quit playing my games ever. Practice surely isn’t doing you any good.” He went on and on, and I felt brave, so I said, “Screw you! I bet I’ll win the next race.” “You wanna bet? What’s the wager then?” He had a cocky smile. “Whoever wins has to make the loser do whatever he wants for a week.” “Deal.” It was set. He started a new race, and asked, “So what are you going to make me do if I lose?” I thought of the most embarrassing and gross thing I could think of: “If I win, you have to smell all my farts for the week.” I laughed. He raised his eyebrows, “Huh, nasty. I’m not sure what I’ll make you do yet, I have to think about it.” The race was so close. I was sweating from the heat and from nerves. I couldn’t let him beat me again. But at the last turn around, he slammed me off the side of the road and too first place. “NO!” I cried out. “Haha,” He started laughing at me, “See, you’re so bad at this game, I knew you would lose.” I dropped my controller, “It’s getting late, and I think I know what I’m going to have you do.” I groaned. He got up to go brush his teeth, “You should brush your teeth right now too. What I have in mind will take all night.” I groaned again. What was he going to make me do? After we brushed our teeth, we went to our bedroom. My side of the room was always clean, his side was a filthy mess. There was old food on plates, dirty clothes all over the floor, his laundry was piling with his dirty tighty whiteys he always wore, and his dirty jockstraps from his football practice were all in a pile next to the hamper. He pulled out five of the underwear from the dirty hamper. “Alright, first, I need to know which pair of these tighty whiteys is the filthiest” he told me, “And you need to be the judge. Sniff these and give me the one that smelled worse. I groaned in disgust as he handed me the underwear. Each one smelled worse than the last, except the fourth one was disgusting. The front smelt of his old ball sweat, and the back smelt as if I directly smelled his buttcrack after a long day. The fifth one was a candle compared to the rest. “This one” I gave him the nasty pair. If I knew why he asked me to do this, I would’ve lied. He then did something that surprised me. He took off his shorts and underwear so he was standing naked in front of me. I’ve caught glimpses of him naked before on accident, and neither of us made a big deal cuz we’re brothers, we’ve both got the same stuff. But up close I noticed his dick was so big, and the area above it and his balls were covered in fiery hair, just like his head hair. He tossed the clothes in the hamper, “Ugh I’d rather sleep in the nude cuz of this heat, but I need to be decent.” He then put on the pair that smelled awful. My heart sank. Why was he doing that? “Yep, I think this is the pair that I wore three days straight,” He let me know, “Last week I was too lazy to shower and change…those gym classes were rough. I reeked so badly, I couldn’t take it myself. And the sweat, ugh, my sweat always gets collected by this underwear; it pools up at the very bottom between my ass and my balls.” I laughed, not knowing that these details would make everything worse for me. “Anyway, are you tired?” “Kinda,” “Good. So the first thing I want you to do,” He laid down on his bed and pulled the underwear off again, “is that I want you to try and fit my balls in your mouth.” “…What?!” I was shocked, “That’s gross!” “I know! You lost a bet so I’m going to make it as bad as I can!” He started laughing, “Turn off the light and get your mouth around my balls, bitch!” I groaned, knowing he was right. If I won the bet, I’d be farting near him and making him smell them. I shouldn’t be a hypocrite. I turned off the lights and crawled onto the bed over him. I could feel his body heat steaming up, it was so hot in this room, and his bed was sticky. I leaned in closer to his dick and balls. They smelt so strongly. “Yeah, I didn’t shower today either.” He admitted, “Last I showered was yesterday morning. Anyway, get down, don’t be shy.” I was frowning, but I couldn’t say no. I leaned in and opened my mouth wide. I was just able to fit the balls in his mouth. I gagged at the taste; they were very salty. I breathed out onto his dick, which had started to get hard. I felt wrong for staring at my own brother, but I couldn’t help but get turned on at being so close to him. I wasn’t sure if I was gay or not; the other kids at school were always going on about girls, but I didn’t really care as much. I guessed I probably was, but I didn’t say anything to anyone about it. I wondered if Alex knew. “Good job,” He panted, and started to play with his dick. “Now, I want you to gently suck on them and stroke them with your tongue. Get that flavor into your mouth. Let it marinate.” I moaned out, but was muffled by his balls. I had to do what he said, so I started to lick them. They were really salty at first, and the hair was an odd feeling against my tongue and gums and teeth, but the more I licked, the less bad it tasted. After a while, even though my jaw was getting tired, I didn’t mind it so much. I’m sure he’d tell me to stop eventually. For a while I kept licking, he said, ‘This is the best massage I’ve ever gotten’ and chuckled a little, but was breathing heavy. He kept rubbing his dick, which was hard and larger than before. I felt his hand grab the back of my head and rub my hair a bit, “Doing good. How does it tasted.” “Not so bad I guess,” I lied. It was still a gross flavor, just not as strong as when I first started. “Alright,” He gasped, “Now, you need to put my dick in your mouth” “What?!” “You lost the bet, not me” he reminded, “Do it!” I sighed, but didn’t think his dick would taste worse. I was scared of how big it was, so I slowly put it in my mouth. It brushed against my tongue and got all the way until I felt it touch the back of my throat. Other people would stick their fingers in their mouths to make them gag. I couldn’t gag like them, so with Alex’s dick I wasn’t too uncomfortable. It didn’t even taste bad, just kind of salty. To be honest, I’d rather do this than suck the sweat off his balls. He had both hands on my head and his fingers running through my hair, “Ok,” he gasped, “Lick it!” I slowly licked around it, and it was throbbing against my tongue. I should have been grossed out, but I was getting turned on at the thought of it. Besides, but a bet’s a bet, I had to go through with it. Suddenly, he started moaning, and I felt his dick throb on my tongue, I realized he was cumming. I started to gag, but he held me down. I just swallowed as fast as I could so I didn’t have to taste it. Even when he was done, he held my head onto his dick and I felt it get softer and softer in his mouth. “Wow,” He panted and let me go. Even though we both knew what just happened, I felt weird acknowledging it, so I played dumb, “You’re disgusting!” “You lost the bet, you had to do it.” He said again. What he told me next horrified me, “And I know what you’re going to have to do for me. For the rest of the week, every night, you have to do this again.” “Aw, no fair” But I felt my own dick starting to get hard at the thought. “But that’s not all,” He started to laugh, “This idea I got from you. You have to smell all my farts. All of them.” “No!” My eyes widened. Having my mouth on his privates was one thing, but smelling his farts?! “And I mean it. I’m not just gonna fart near you,” he continued, “Your face needs to be pressed up into my ass. I need to feel your nose against my butthole and you can sniff it up from the source.” “That’s gross!” “And sometimes, I fart in the middle of the night,” he put on the underwear that won the worse smelling contest, “so you don’t miss a single one, you’re gonna have to sleep with your face between my asscheeks.” “That’s not fair!” I cried out, “You aren’t going to be farting all night!” “No,” he admitted, “But I don’t want you to miss a single one.” He reached over and pulled up his thin sweat towel, “Don’t worry. I’ll wrap this around your head and tie it so you won’t roll over while you sleep.” He rolled onto his belly, as he usually slept, and said, “Alright, dig in!” I looked down at the round lumps of his butt. I knew he would have been sweating all day…he hadn’t showered…he was wearing the underwear that had a faint skid mark…this was gonna be hell. “Fine” I gulped, and I lowered myself. When I reached his butt, I pressed my face in and nuzzled so it would go deeper. His buttcrack smelt awful; it was a combination of butt and sweat funks, and old dirty underwear scent mixed together. His sweat had dampened the underwear so it was moist and hot on my face. I felt myself begin to sweat. This was going to be the worst week of my life. I felt him wrap the towel around and tie it. I was pressed tightly into his buttcrack. I could barely breathe! And I couldn’t open my mouth so I could only breathe through my nose and take in his gross butt scent. “Good night, little bro,” I felt him mess up my hair with his hand, “Stinky dreams.” After a minute of disgusting fumes, he said, “Wait, wait, dude I have to fart” He let it rip. It was large, all his farts were large and gross. It vibrated against my nose, and immediately the stink made me gag. It was like eggs. “You have to sniff them, remember?” he reminded me. I reluctantly sniffed in deeply. It was horrible. I kept sniffing, but the smell wouldn’t go away. I could still feel the nasty warmth hugging my face. “You still sniffing?” He laughed, “It’s been two minutes! Haha, I guess that’s my fault. See, I get after farts all the time. A LOT of after farts. An after fart is gas that streams out of my ass slowly after I let out a huge fart. It’s like one long quiet fart that seeps out. You have to snort those too. Anyway, goodnight.” It was agony. That night was so hot, I could feel his sweat mix with mine and stick to my face. The smell was awful, because the sweat combined with his dirty underwear, and his butt was right there. My nose hurt a little because it was smashed up in his crack. It was so hot, I couldn’t fall asleep. He started snoring, but I knew if I had gotten up and out of the towel, he would have made it worse for me tomorrow if he caught me. Wasn’t worth the risk. He farted a few more times, all silent but deadly ones. More rotten eggs. I sniffed them up in case he woke up to yell at me. After a long time, I fell asleep from exhaustion, still with my face buried in my brother’s butt. The next morning, I was rudely awaken by a giant fart that smacked me directly up my nose. Since I was asleep, the first thing I did was gasp and breath in deeply through my nose, so the smell assaulted me from the get go. I coughed a bit, and I felt Alex move up to his elbows, “Morning, butt boy.” I groaned, “morning,” into his butt cheeks. He then got up on his knees. I was still tied, so when he propped his butt up, my nose went deeper into his butt crack than it did last night. “Lemme fix this,” He tightened the towel. To keep balanced, I had my knees up too, and my hands were on his sides, which were sticky with sweat. “Alright, a few more farts brewing in me,” He said. I heard the groaning in his guts and whimpered. He released three more monster farts, one after the other. I sniffed them up deeply, and felt myself getting light headed. They all reeked of eggs. “Ok,” I mumbled into his butt several minutes later, “I sniffed them all. Let me out please.” “No, I don’t think so.” He got back down to his sleeping position. “What?!” I nearly screamed into his butt. “I thought about it, and since mom and dad won’t be home, there’s no reason you can’t just stay tied up in my butt like this…” “That’s not what you said!” I cried, still muffled by his sweaty butt cheeks. They seemed to smell worse than before. “Yeah, and I won’t shower or change my underwear.” He continued, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you out when you need to use the bathroom or eat. Plenty of eggs and beans for us. Lucky you, huh?” I felt his butthole press against my nose as another fart busted out and up my nostrils. “Pretty soon,” he laughed, “The smell of my farts will be normal to you. Anyway, no rush getting out of bed. Keep sniffing, cuz there’s plenty more where that came from. I always have a bunch of farts backed up in the morning…” That morning, after forced to vacuum up more of Alex’s farts, he finally got out of bed. He untied me before getting up, I gasped for air and coughed. I had been breathing in pure ass fumes for the past several hours. I could still feel all of his sweat, which soaked through the dirty underwear and onto my face. It felt like a thick film of ass sweat had soaked into my pores. I was gagging because his reeking ass and farts were still hugging my nose, even though I was free. “Morning dude,” He stood up, “now let me adjust a bit and you can go back into my butt.” He pulled his tighty whiteys up. I saw that they were damp with his sweat, and the old skid marks right where my nose had been. I was feeling sick again. “Do I have to?” I asked weakly. I had a headache from how little I slept. “Why can’t I just sniff your farts when you have to fart?” “Hey, first of all, you have to do everything I tell you, remember? So stop complaining. Second, I’ve decided that you’ll just also have to deal with my stinking ass! Here,” he tossed me his knee pads, “so you don’t hurt yourself too much.” I looked at the pads in my lap. “…you want me to crawl around behind you?” “Yep” he had a huge, stupid smirk on his face. Only one week of this hell. “…fine.” I couldn’t fight him. Besides, he’s bigger than me and could pin me down and make me deal with his ass anyway. He stood in front of me, lightly shaking his bubbly cheeks. I fit the pads on over my knees, then got on the ground. He didn’t move. This was so embarrassing, he wanted me to willingly press my face into his butt. I sighed deeply. Only one week. I could get through this. With his musky butt just a few inches away, I grabbed onto his thighs and pulled myself back in. The moisture and heat of his butt crack greeted me again, again the sweat and the filthy underpants amplified his musk. I breathed shallow, through my mouth, but even so I his butt funk was lingering up my nose. I felt him wrap the sweat towel around his hips and the back of my head, and then him tightening it so my face was pressed even more into his crack. My nose was crunched up in there. “If you need to get out for the bathroom or to eat, just let me know” I heard him call down, “Tap on my ass cuz it’s hard to tell what you’re saying when your in there.” With a chuckle, he started walking forward. I grabbed onto his thighs and stumbled on my knees. His pads hurt a bit since they dug into my leg but it was better than kneecap bruises I guess. I felt him walk out the room, then turn the corner. As I followed him, his big butt cheeks grinded against my face and wobbled my head back and forth. The dampness of his sweat was grossing me out again, and I felt myself sweating from the heat of the house and of his butt. My sweat was mixing with his sweat again…If I saw this happening to some other guy, I’d probably laugh until I pissed myself. I should have never made this stupid bet. This was so gross and embarrassing. He reached the bathroom and brushed his teeth. I stayed behind him, waiting for him to finish. Maybe I should ask him to let me out to use the bathroom? Even if I can’t get out of this bet, I can at least make the most of all the time I have free out of his butt. I could even wash my face. “Hey, Chris,” I heard him mutter with a mouth full of toothpaste, “Knock, knock” I had a feeling I knew what would happen, “Who’s there” my voice was muffled in his cheeks “Interrupting fart.” Oh no. I cringed, knowing exactly what would happen, “Interrupting far-,” His butthole pressed against my nose through the fabric and spat out another beast of a fart. He was laughing at his own joke, I felt his body shake with laughter. I held my breath, trying to avoid the stink, but at this range, he basically injected his fart up my nose and I couldn’t not smell it. He smacked the back of my head, I groaned out. The pain was dull, and he said, “Hey, you’re supposed to smell it all. I don’t want to smell any of my gas, and I swear to God if I get even a whiff of fart that you missed, I’ll punch you in the balls.” That was enough to break me. I snorted up the rancid fart. Just as eggy as before, Jesus what did he eat?! I followed him on my knees, sniffing up his ass as much as I could to get rid of all the fart fumes. I could barely see much beyond his cheeks, other than his muscular back and the back of his messy redhead, but I could tell we were in the kitchen. I heard him opening and closing the fridge, walking over to the pantry, then to the stove. All the while being as obedient as I can. I walked around with my face firmly between his butt cheeks, maybe for 20 minutes, but thankfully he didn’t fart again. “Just making breakfast, want some eggs?” He asked. “Please” I tapped on his butt like he asked. He let me out, again I swallowed as much fresh air as I could. His musk was still on my nose but I had gotten used to it by now. I stood up, my knees hurt from walking around in those pads. I sat at the counter next to him, and saw he was eating eggs and baked beans with coffee. “You’re eating beans for breakfast?!” I didn’t care that my voice was higher pitched and whiney. This was stupid. “Yeah, they do it in England.” He smirked, shoveling another forkful of beans into his mouth. He was just doing this to make worse farts for me. God, he’s never going to run out of gas at this rate. I made myself eat the eggs. “By the way, you know my friend Mike?” Mike was on the football team with him at school. He was a big guy; linebacker. “Yeah?” “He’ll be coming over later. So until then, I think I’ll let you out of my ass.” “Thanks,” I smiled, but it vanished in a second, “Wait, what do you mean until he gets here?” “For everything I’ve planned for the rest of the day, I think you deserve a bit of a break. I told him about the bet, and he thinks it’s hilarious. When he comes over, you’ll have to do what he says also.” “You’re doing too much,” I complained, “I said the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the week, but I only meant one thing!” “Never said that,” He shrugged, “You only said ‘whatever the winner wants’. You’re lucky I’m going so easy on you, I could have you doing more. So stop being a bitch about it.” I tossed my plate into the sink and stormed to the bathroom to wash my face. He was right, I’m stuck being his slave until next Thursday. Mike seemed like a nice guy the few times he’s been over, maybe he’ll go easy on me? … At around noon, I heard the bell ring, and cringed. I knew that my break from Alex’s disgusting ass was over, and God knows what I would have to do for Mike. “Hey Fart Boy, introduce yourself to my guest!” I heard laughter from the hall. My stomach felt cold, but I got out of bed and dragged myself over. Mike was kind of scary. Like I said, he seemed nice, but he was huge. He was taller than Alex, and he had bigger arms and legs. He had a thick torso. He towered over me like a giant when walked over. “Hi,” I mumbled. “Is that how you speak to a guest?” Alex raised his voice, faux mad, Mike snickered. “Try again; Hello Mike, I’m Fart Boy. If you need to fart at any time, feel free to let it loose in my nose or mouth.” I cringed. I would have to sniff up Mike’s farts too? I gulped, my face burning with embarrassment, “Hello Mike, I’m Fart Boy. If you need to fart at any time…” My voice cracked. I can’t believe Alex had me stoop so low. “…feel free to let it loose in my nose or mouth.” Mike let out a booming laugh, “I might take you up on that offer, Fart Dude.” He and Alex walked to the living room. Alex made me follow. At first, they were just watching some show on Comedy Central, and talking, but they kept me next to them on the couch. No farts yet. I was hoping that there wouldn’t be any more for a while. They kept commanding me to bring them snacks and pop from the kitchen. “Hey, Fart Boy,” Mike shaked his glass, letting the ice cubes clink, “can you get me a refill?” “Right away, Sir,” I felt sick to my stomach, both the nickname and the fact I had to serve him. But getting him a glass of Coke was much better than having to deal with more farts. I came back with a full glass of coke, but before I could hand it to him, Mike said, ��Wait dude, haha, get your face down here” He scooted forward a bit and lifted both legs, spread eagle, his basketball short clad ass pointed at me. I sighed and got down to my knees to press my nose into the indent. His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in more and I felt his butthole push against the tip of my nose. The fart he let out was deep, but luckily light. I coughed from the scent – just pure ass – but reflexively I sniffed it up, and kept sniffing until I knew it was gone. “Wow dude, your brother’s a pro. He should find a job like this when he’s older.” Mike boomed over me. Alex laughed. “If only.”

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