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The Truck-Driver’s Chair
[Contains: M/M, Face-farting, mild scat, urine-drinking, rape.]
When Danny gets home from school, he finds his parents conversing with a stranger at the kitchen table. He’s a fat man in a faded red t-shirt with large sweat stains under the armpits. His eyes rake over Danny’s body in a predatory way that sets his nerves on edge. He recognises the man, vaguely, as someone who does deliveries for his father’s company. This information does nothing to calm him when he spots his mother’s unusually pale face and his father’s nervous, borderline guilty smile.
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Sadistic Bully and His Kinky New Friend (Sequel)
[Contains: M/M, Foot worship, farting, face-farting, rimming, urine-drinking. Questionable consent.]
It’s been a full week now since what I dubbed The Locker Room Revelation. Julian has been… subdued. He and his friends still throw insults at me in the halls, and I keep finding dirty socks in my bookbag, but they haven’t been within arms-length of me otherwise. I don’t know how to feel about this. It doesn’t seem like they told anyone what happened, which is good, and other people pick on me less when they don’t have those three idiots to copy. Yet, I’m not happy. I don’t have any friends or a whole lot of hobbies—the most exciting thing in my life was getting off on Julian’s harassment and hoping he wouldn’t realise and murder me.
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His Fathers’ Seat (commission)
(Contains: M/M, crushing, obese characters, farting, face-farting, suffocation, torture (via crushing and farts), incest.)
Chris kneels by the door. His fathers—Jason and Daryl—will be home any minute now, and they like him to be ready. After a long day at work, they don’t want to have to call out and then wait for him. If they have to do that, things will be a lot worse. He already has enough aches and bruises. He doesn’t want to think about ‘worse’.
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THE BILLION DOLLAR FARTER. You were sat across this man at the airport. He was with a group of friends and you guessed they were college jocks going back home. The man’s thick juicy thighs were all you could see. And all you could smell was a sweaty , musky crotch and when he stood up you could see brown skids on his shorts. You eyed him as he took a heaping scoop of his baked bean bowl and let rip a monster fart right in the airline gate. Many heads turned but his boys were laughing so hard. One of them shouted and said “how you doin over there pipsqueak, how’s the smell hahaha”. You were so embarrassed. Getting practically farted on at the airport. You and the group of boys started boarding and you noticed you would be in first class with them as well. As you walked through the narrow gate the guy who farted on you earlier was right in front of you. You were practically touching. All you could see was his ripped back and a huge bubble butt. He quickly dropped something and bent down to pick it up. As he did he arched his ass out and ripped a giant fart. FFFFLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPPBBBB. The sound echos through the tube. Luckily no one else was in there. “Good one Kevin” one of the guys shouted”. When you finally got to your seat you felt relived knowing you wouldn’t have sit next to the farting frat boys. That was until Kevin sat in the window seat in your row. You’re jaw dropped. “Hope you don’t mind me sitting here bro, I promise I won’t fart anymore”. You sighed and took your seat. As you started your takeoff the flight staff came around asking for drink orders Kevin rudely asked them for a bottle of Don Perigon. You were stunned that these washed up jocks could afford first class and expensive alcohol. When the drinks came around they offered you some, of course you couldn’t say no. A few drinks later you were feeling pretty tipsy. Going from Washington State to New York City was gonna be a long flight and you were hyped to be drunk during it. Kevin abruptly let out a massive belch and started to get out of his seat. He didn’t even tell you what he was doing, he got up and walked right in front of you rubbing his ass all over your face and ripped a big fart. He ran jnto the bathroom and slammed the door. He was in there for a good 10 minutes. Then when he opened the door the most putrid smell rushed through the plane. It was a mix of rotted eggs and sewage. Kevin walked towards your seat, but this time he pushed his ass directly on your face, you could feel how big and sifts his cheeks were. You almost enjoyed yourself until you smelled it. It was a nasty post dump fart and you smelled everything. He trapped you there for a good 20 seconds. “How’s it smell punk”. All you could do was mumble. He and the guys were all laughing, Kevin finally sat down and you gave him the dirtiest look you could come up with. “You said you wouldn’t fart, what the fuck was that”. “Come on bro it’s just a joke, you’ll get used to it”. That phrase haunted you. Why would you need to get used to it? You were sure he was referring to the remainder of the flight. Things only got weirder. You didn’t know how you never noticed before but there was no one else in first class, usually there’s a few but never none. As you finally started the decent. All three guys grunted and blasted out a mega fart. The smell was so foul you nearly passed out. The guys busted in a huge frenzy of laughter, they started to give you noogies and wet willies and slap you around on the cheeks. You were fuming mad. Although you kinda like it you couldn’t let them find out. Throughout the rest of the decent it was complete silence. They finally left you alone and they weren’t gonna bother you ever again. As the plane landed you all started to get off the plane and head to the cab pick up. All three guys went in a fancy car down the road a bit and you got in your taxi. You told the driver to take you to the Plaza Hotel. Price wasn’t really an issue since you got that promotion at the marketing agency. You were so excited to be living in the city full time working from home.
That’s what you thought at least……. Pt 2 coming soon
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UNCLE BILLS FART SLAVE PT 1
You were stressing all day about going over to your uncles house, today was farting football today and Your uncle bill texted you to bring your A game, or else. You never wanted to disappoint him, so the day before you stuffed yourself with chipotle, McDonald’s, tons of dairy and coffee and eggs, all to make sure you were gassy the next day. The next day you started driving over. You could feel all the gas trying to expel from your asshole, but you sucked it in. You didn’t want your uncle to miss a fart from you. You pulled up to his house and walked into the door. He welcomed you in with a big grin. You walked into the kitchen and saw the three crockpots of chilli on the counter. You were shocked. Normally he only made one batch. He told you that he was upping the fuel to really make sure the farts were flying. He ordered you to get a bowl and eat. You walked over to the drawer to bend down and your uncle slapped you on the ass and held his hand there for a bit. “You better eat up tonight bud or your in trouble”. He let you go fill up your bowl and he quickly joined you. As he walked over to the table you saw his fat body thumping over in nothing but his dirty underwear. You could see a very visible pre cum stain on the front. You and bill started eating the beans and then the game came on. You tried to get up and grab a glass of milk and your uncle quickly got up and and shoved you back into your seat. “Where do you think you’re goin”. “It’s too spicy I need some milk” you said. “Stop being a fucking pussy and eat the damn beans”. You obeyed. You started shoveling beans on your mouth. You’re uncle ripped a giant went fart that immediately hit your nostrils. “How’d you like that disgusting fart pussy hahaha” he said. This was the first time he had ever been mean to you. You looked over as he ripped his humongous bowl of beans down his throat. He kept gulping and gulping until there was nothing left. He grabbed his beer and chugged that too. Finally he let out a giant belch and finished it off with another long wet spattering fart. You weren’t sure what was happening usually you guys eat together and have a good time then see who could fart the most. But this time Bill was torturing you with his farts and was slowly turning you into his bitch. He ordered you to grab another bowl and sit down on the couch. You guys had been sitting down for about 30 minutes then you saw bill recline his chair and lean his ass to the side. You were greeted with his dirty unwashed underwear. “You hear that bud”? BBBBBLLLLLLRRRRPPPPP. The fart blew right in your face. The next thing you knew you were waking up on Bills couch and you noticed the sun was rising. Was it morning you thought? What happened last night? You were so woozy but all you could feel was gas churning through your system, and your gut was super full. You opened up your eyes to see a giant shadow in your view. It was Bills ass. You could see his giant, fat stature hovering above you. Sweat covering his tanned fat rolls. You could see l glimpses of his ass. It was bulging out of his dirty, stained tighty whities. Things got dark. Bills ass was smothering your face. Everything got super wet. BBBBLLLLRRRRPPPP!!! You thought to yourself how you got in this position. Your uncle let you pass out at his place then he assaulted you with farts in the morning. “How’s it smell down there buddy”? Bill asked. “Man those beans got me farting so bad I decided to let you stay here to get the full effect”. You started to squirm around and try to get out. “Not so fast Ant” (short for Anthony). “I got one more for ya”! He was so happy about turning you into a fart slave it almost freaked you out. You did notice that your uncle was a pretty dominant man. Whenever you would work outside together he would often grab your ass our put his ass in your face. What really got you going was when he would piss outside or leave the door open when taking a dump. You started to realize that you could get used to your uncle bullying you like this.
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