Smell Of A Rescue

Smell of a rescue

Marcus Lorde has never been more scared in his life. He finds himself in a solitary confinement cell in an abandoned prison. A mere 24 hours ago, Marcus couldn’t be happier. He and his friends were preparing for a big trip across the world to celebrate graduating college. 

Marcus has always been vigilant; with his father being one of the richest people in the world, him being kidnapped is a high risk. Thankfully his father’s hired security always protected him. But he never suspected his new personal bodyguard his father hired would knock him out on his way to the airport and then wake up in this cell.

Marcus has been in this cell for about 12 hours. An hour ago, he met one of his heavily armed kidnappers, who wordlessly gave him some food and then left. There’s a gap at the bottom of the metal door of his cell and Marcus can see the shadows of two people standing guard outside. He’s tried to talk to them but they never respond. 

Marcus is sitting in his cot when he hears one of the guards speak.

“Oh fuck that’s gross man! Go rip that shit in the bathroom or something.” one of them barks.

“What are you talking abou– Holy shit, that stinks. Hey man, don’t try to pin your farts on me.” The second guard argues.

“Oh fuck, the smell’s getting worse. I-I think I’m gonna pass out.” After hearing the two dry heaving for a few moments, the next thing Marcus hears is the thuds of their bodies hitting the ground. 

Marcus gets nervous as he sees a green-tinted mist flowing under the door and into his cell. Suddenly the door swings open and a man runs in. He’s 6’3, looks like he exercises daily, and is dressed like a James Bond agent. He’s wearing black pin-stripped slacks, a white button-up shirt, leather gloves, a pin-stripped vest, and a bulletproof vest over that, that has pouches and holds a single pistol.

The man runs up to Marcus and hands him a metal, advanced-looking face mask. “I’m here to rescue you. And if you don’t put on that mask you’ll pass out like those two out there.” 

Feeling saved, Marcus nods and puts on the face mask that covers his mouth and nose.

His savior gives him a nod and says, “I’m agent Bastion Carter and I’m here to save you.” 

Bastion takes Marcus’ hand and they run out the cell and down the long hall.

The hall is leading up to a four-way junction. They start to hear heavy feet running towards them, down an adjacent hallway.

Bastion silently informs Marcus to stay here before running down the hall by himself. As Bastion runs, Marcus can’t help but ogle his ass; it’s huge. It’s like he has two volleyballs stuffed down the back of his pants and they’re sliding and slapping against each other as he moves. 

Bastion runs down the hall and stops a few feet away from the junction. He then turns around, jumps up high, and does the splits, bracing his feet against either wall, remaining high in the air.  

Two men, bearing rifles, turn the corner and come face-to-face with Bastion’s bubble butt.

Bastion looks back at them, over his shoulder, and gives them a smile. Before they can even think of raising their weapons, their faces are met with a foghorn-sounding fart.

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Marcus watches in shock as Bastion farts in the two’s faces. Their bodies start convulsing and they both fall to the floor unconscious. Marcus feels himself hardening. 

Bastion races back to Marcus, grabs his hand, and they’re running again. As they run over the two unconscious henchmen, Marcus almost wants to take off the mask so he can get a whiff of Bastion’s powerful gas.

“I can’t believe you knocked-out two grown men with a fart.”  Marcus comments as they pass the unconscious bodies.

Bastion smirks back at him and says, “Be thankful that you have that mask or you’d be joining them in dreamland, just from walking by my fart cloud.” 

Bastion’s playful threat has Marcus taking a shaky breath.

Bastion looks forward again as they continue to run. A knowing grin forms on his lips.

They pause at a door at the end of the hall with a vent just above it. Thanks to the vent they can hear a few guards talking in the next room. They’re learning about Marcus’ escape.

Bastion lifts a huge, dusty table near them, with ease, and quietly sets it in front of the door. Bastion climbs up top it, turns around, and backs his meaty backside against the vent.

Bastion gives Marcus a cheeky grin and mouths ‘SBD’. Bastion then closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip in concentration.

A few seconds later, the guards start complaining before dropping like flies. “What the hell is that terrible smell” “I’m going to be fucking sick” “I’m not feeling too good guys”

After that, in the room, they hear several thuds of bodies collapsing to the floor.

Bastion hops off the table, kicks it out of the way, grabs Marcus’ hand, and they enter the room.

The guards are on the floor, unconscious, and a green mist is flowing around the room. Besides Bastion’s phenomenal ass, nothing’s ever turned Marcus on more.

Bastion leads them to the other door, on the other side of the room, and it opens to the bottom of a stairwell. Bastion places a hand on Marcus’ lower back and shepherds him forward. “You're in front. I’ll be right behind you; I’m going to cropdust the stairs as we head up. Take care of any pursuers that’re behind us.”

Marcus does as he’s ordered and heads up with Bastion right behind him. Marcus has to stifle a moan as he hears Bastion poot with his every step. 

They’re halfway to the top when the door to the third floor bursts open. Two armed guys are coming through. Bastion sprints in front of Marcus and grabs the first guy’s rifle, sideways, and shoves it against his neck, pinning the guy to the wall.

Bastion quickly swivels his hips and aims his butt at the other gunman.

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The guy shudders and falls to the ground, unconscious.

Bastion cups his hand behind his ass and farts into it. He then places his cupped hand over the guy he has pinned to the wall, knocking him out. As he does this, they hear a series of heavy steps racing down the stairwell. 

Suddenly the door bursts open again and another guard steps out. 

Bastion crouches down, extends his leg, and sweeps the guy off his feet. The guard falls onto his back and Bastion slides over, sits on his face and farts, taking him out.

Not wasting a second, Bastion spins around and aims his butt at the ascending flight of stairs. Not a moment later, four armed men turn the corner and descend the stairs. As soon as they’re in view, Bastion bends over at the waist, grits his teeth, and starts straining.

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A typhoon of green fumes erupts out of Bastion’s bum and washes over the armed men. The men all look sickened and start to cover their noses, but it’s too late. They all fall down into a heaping pile of bodies, right behind Bastion’s rump.

The guy on top, who was in the back, shakily raises his head. Bastion takes a few steps back and covers his face with his bulbous backside, and rips two, little, back-to-back farts. Bbbff-Ttppp.

If Marcus wasn’t wearing a mask, he’d be slack-jawed right now. Bastion took down seven armed men with just his farts. This entire section of the stairwell is filled with Bastion’s visible green fumes.

“What are you?” Marcus asks, amazed.

Bastion gives him a cocky smirk. “I’m your gassy guardian angel and their smelliest nightmare.” He says and gives him a wink. Just as a power move, Bastion rips a long airy fart on the pile of bodies behind him. He makes sure to sway his hips, coating all of them with his gas.

Bastion gets his head back in the game, and remembers he’s on a mission. Perhaps he can have some fun with his rescued target later. They make it to the top floor and run down a hall, with no opposition. 

They make it to a room with an elevator that leads up to the exit. However a man sitting in a chair, dressed in a suit, looking perfectly smug, gives them pause.

Marcus hides behind Bastion seeing that it’s the man that kidnapped him. Bastion glares murderously at the man, knowing him all too well.

Bastion gives Marcus’ hand a reassuring squeeze before letting it go and stepping forward.

“What the hell are you doing Allen? We’ve been brothers-in-arms for almost a decade. And we’ve done good work for the agency. Why betray what we stood for?” Bastion asks with raw emotion.

Allen shakes his head at Bastion’s naivety. “Oh Bastion, you were always a great friend but a bad judge of character. To me, money’s the most important thing. The agency pays well but after ransoming this guy, I’ll live like a king.”

“It’s over Allen. He’s coming with me and unfortunately the agency has sent me to exterminate you.”

Allen rolls his eyes. “Bastion, he’s my hostage and he isn’t going anywhere until I receive my 25 million dollars. Now since we were friends, I’ll give you this one and only chance. Leave now, or I’ll have to end you.”

Bastion takes a deep breath and then smirks cockily. “I guess we’ve reached an impasse.”

Marcus gasps as they both pull out pistols, but instead of using them, they toss them to the floor and whip out hunting knives.

Allen stands and they start circling each other. “This’ll be your grave Bastion. You never could beat me in our practice skirmishes.” Allen taunts.

“But this isn’t a one-on-one fight, Allen. You’re taking on me and the Carter Canon.” Bastion cocks his leg and farts.

That doesn’t deter Allen’s maniacal grin. “Oh silly, predictable Bastion, I knew the agency would send you and I am prepared. Your backup will be of no use against me.” Allen pulls out a face mask similar to Marcus’ and straps it on.

Bastion frowns at this, making Allen laugh. “Heh, say your prayers, old friend.” He says before lunging at Bastion with his knife.

The fight gets under way and it's obvious that Allen has the upper hand. Bastion’s mostly on the defensive. He’s constantly farting but it has no effect on Allen. 

With some quick footwork, Allen trips Bastion onto his back and straddles his chest, pinning his arms to the ground with his knees.

 Marcus glances at Bastion's gun on the ground but when he looks back at the two, Allen’s staring at him. “Don’t try it, pretty boy. I’ll slit his throat and then yours before you can even reach it.” Allen threatens.

Bastion being trapped under Allen is just a ruse. When Allen’s attention is on Marcus, Bastion makes his move. He slips his arm out from under Allen and swipes his blade at his face, nicking Allen. 

Allen jumps back to his feet, pressing his hand against the cut on his cheek. Allen glares at a now standing Bastion who’s smirking. Allen goes to tell him ‘lucky hit’ but before he can, a horrendous smell fills his nose.

With a look of panic, Allen feels his face. His mask is gone! It’s then that he realizes Bastion wasn’t aiming for his face, he was aiming for the mask strap.  

Allen drops his knife and covers his mouth and nose with both hands, but it doesn’t stop Bastion’s ass gas from poisoning his lungs. With watery eyes, he looks around and sees that the room is filled with Bastion’s greenish butt fumes. Allen realizes that Bastion’s been planning this since the beginning. He already lost before the fight even started.

Bastion sees the look of defeat on Allen’s face and decides to end this. Bastion drops his knife and sprints straight at a fearful looking Allen. At the last second, Bastion spins around and jumps backwards, ass-first right into Allen’s face.

As soon as Bastion’s thick bubble butt slams into Allen’s face, they both go down. Allen falls onto his back, and Bastion follows him with his titanic rump seated on Allen’s face. 

Marcus blushes as he sees that Bastion’s pillowy globes have Allen’s face completely covered as he sits on his face. If it wasn’t for the rest of Allen’s body you’d think Bastion was just sitting on the floor.

Desperately, Allen uses his hands to try and shove Bastion off but his fingers just sink into all of Bastion’s ass fat.

Bastion curls his hands into fists, closes his eyes, grits his teeth, and starts grunting and straining. “This is it, Allen. I’ll try to end this as quickly as possible but your last living breaths are going to be hell. HGH… Good night, old friend… NGH”

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5 straight minutes of lethal gas thunders out of Bastion’s ass and pointblank into Allen’s face.

Marcus looks on, eyes wide, at Bastion’s destructive farting capability. This monstrous fart has the ground shaking beneath him. And the green mist swirling through the room is quickly being overtaken by a brown one. 

Bastion steals himself, and keeps on releasing this behemoth of a fart. He mourns having to end a dear friend, but he will not stand for backstabbing traitors.

1 minute in and Allen’s body stops moving, but Bastion keeps going. 

Once the monstrous fart comes to a sputtering end, Bastion stays seated on Allen’s face. He waits, feeling with his butt crack, if Allen’s still breathing. 

After a few minutes of nothing, Bastion gets up and doesn’t bother looking back. He retakes Marcus’ hand and they head toward the elevator.

“Is he-” Marcus starts, but is interrupted by Bastion.

“Yes” Bastion answers, emotionlessly.

Marcus can’t believe it. After riding up the elevator and walking down another hallway, they are outside. Marcus’ living-nightmare is finally over.

Bastion walks them to his sleek, silver sports car. He assists Marcus into the passenger's seat and then gets behind the wheel. After starting the car, Bastion taps a button on the dashboard and announces, “I’ve rescued Lorde’s son.”

A female voice responds, “Good work Agent Carter, take him to the nearby safe house. A full security team should meet you there in two hours to escort him back home.” with a click, the conversation ends.

Marcus finally takes off the gas mask as Bastion drives them off the grounds. As they leave a slew of police vehicles pass them, driving into the abandoned prison.

“They’ll be arresting the people I knocked out and dealing with Allen’s body.” Bastion informs Marcus.

A few happy tears fall from Marcus’ eyes. “I… um, thank you so much for rescuing me, Agent Carter.”

Bastion gives him a quick glance before refocusing on the road. “Just doing my job.” he says, but for some reason Marcus can see guilt in his eyes.

After a fifteen minute drive, they reach a small cabin, secluded in the middle of the woods. Bastion tells Marcus that they’ll be waiting here for a team to escort him back home.

Once inside, Marcus takes a seat on the bed. It’s a thousand times softer than that dingy, prison cot.

Bastion closes the door behind them, and still has that look of guilt.

“What’s wrong?” Marcus asks.

Bastion shakes his head, “It’s just that Allen was a close friend of mine and for a while I’ve been getting reports that he’s gone rogue. But I fought against them. I just feel that if I didn’t, we could have taken him down earlier and you wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.” he confesses.

“You played no part in his scheme. You’re the one who saved me.” Marcus rebuttals.

“I guess,” Bastion replies, obviously unconvinced.

Marcus takes a shaky breath. “Well if you’re still feeling guilty, maybe you could make it up to me.” Bastion gives him a raised eyebrow, so he continues. “You were amazing back there. I know it sounds weird, but would you be okay with farting in my face, without the mask?” 

Guilt forgotten, Bastion grins at him like the Chesire cat. He turns his back to Bastion, looks at him over his shoulder, and gives his bubble butt a smack, making his ample globes jiggle.

“Oh yeah, I quickly noticed how much you enjoyed me gassing out your kidnappers. You really want to be in the Carter Canon’s blast zone?” Bastion teases as he starts backing up; bringing his beefy ass towards a sitting Marcus’ face.

Bastion doesn’t stop until his ass is only a few inches from Marcus’ face. Marcus’ mouth is dry; he can feel the heat emitting from Bastion’s backside, warming his face. And he can smell the sweaty musk coming from in between his cheeks.

“Why don’t you touch it?’ Bastion suggests in a soft and sultry voice. 

Marcus brings his hands up and starts feeling up Bastion’s thick ass-mounds contained in his slacks. They feel both fleshy and firm. Marcus loves how his fingers sink into Bastion’s ass fat. Marcus is thoroughly massaging Bastion’s weaponized bubble butt; borderline worshiping it.

“Mmm, as good as this feels, I think it would feel better without any barriers between your magical fingers and my heroic booty.” Bastion says before in one quick motion, he shoves his pants and boxers down to his knees.

Marcus gasps as Bastion’s bare ass is freed and bounces in all its meaty glory, right in Marcus’ face.

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Start massaging him again. He’s earned it.” Bastion teasingly orders.

Without any hesitation, Marcus starts kneading his hands into Bastion’s doughy globes again, but this time without any barriers.

“Good boy. Worship it. Show me how hungry you are for my farts.” Bastion sensually murmurs.

Incited by his words, Marcus also starts to pepper Bastion’s fleshy mounds with kisses, making Bastion groan.

“Oh you’re a very good boy. And if you shower the Carter Canon with adoration, it showers you right back… HGH”

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Bastion blows a string of poots in Marcus’ face. And after, with every kiss Marcus gives Bastion’s butt, he receives a poot.

Marcus moans as his head is surrounded by a cloud of Bastion’s noxious fumes.

“You know the Carter Cannon really saved your ass today. You should tell it thank you.” Bastion coos.

Pulling back, and staring right into Bastion's butt crack. Marcus sincerely says, “Thank you”.

Bastion grunts and…

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“Ah, he says you’re welcome.” 

Marcus gets a noseful of Bastion’s eggy butt stink. It stings his eyes, but he loves it.

“And don’t worry, I have complete control over my farts. It’s simple for me to weaken ‘em so you don’t pass out. So the fun doesn’t have to end too soon.” Bastion’s farting prowess makes him even hotter to Marcus.

“Well Mr. Lorde, it seems that the Carter Canon is really enjoying your lips. So much so that he wants some lip-on-lip action.” Suddenly Bastion reaches back with both hands. With one hand he pulls open his butt cheeks, revealing his pucker. And with the other, he grabs the back of Marcus’ neck and shoves his face into his ass.

Before he can react, Marcus finds his head buried deep in between Bastion’s pillowy globes, with his lips pressed against his asshole. Being this close, Marcus can hear ominous gurgling coming from Bastion’s guts. 

“Damn Lorde, it appears you’ve found yourself out of the frying pan and into the fire. You may have escaped from those bad fellows earlier, but there’s no escaping the Carter Canon until it’s finished with you.” Bastion sexily teases.

Bastion gets a message on his smartwatch and frowns. It seems Marcus’ escorts will be here sooner than expected. Bastion only has 20 more minutes with Marcus.

“Well it looks like our little adventure is coming to an end. You know, this kinda feels like a movie. And you know what happens at the end of these kinda movies, right? The hero kisses his damsel-in-distress. NGH… Pucker up handsome, you’re not only going to be seeing fireworks, you’re going to feel like you’re swallowing ‘em too… UGH”

Marcus feels Bastion’s asshole open and press out before he unleashes a minute long, monstrous fart right into his open mouth, inflating his cheeks and lungs like party balloons. 

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The stench of digested meat and raw sewage overwhelms Marcus and he finds himself passing out for a few minutes. Unlike Bastion’s other victims of the day, Marcus goes out with a smile on his face.

TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER

Marcus is headed back home after another long day of work. Working for his father’s empire is difficult but Marcus loves the challenge, and proving to others he’ll be ready to take the reins when his father steps down. But thankfully that’ll be years from now.

Ever since the kidnapping incident nearly three years ago, Marcus’ found himself being constantly followed by a thoroughly researched bodyguard named Steve. 

Wherever Marcus goes, he goes. Whether it’s work, or hanging out with friends, he’s there. He used to even live with Marcus until Marcus’ boyfriend moved in a few months back. Steve knows Marcus will be safe at home since his boyfriend is an elite secret agent that can gas out an entire city, any given night. In fact, Steve only stays with Marcus when his boyfriend has to complete overnight missions. Steve’s been staying with Marcus for the past week while his boyfriend’s away, completing a secret, undercover assignment.

When they pull up to Marcus’ building complex, Steve drops him off and drives away. Marcus smiles at this. He’s back. 

Marcus takes his private elevator to his penthouse apartment on the top floor. Marcus walks inside, he doesn’t see him but it’s obvious he’s here. The place stinks of his eggy farts and the air’s taken on a slightly green hue. 

Marcus looks around but can’t find him. When he walks into the center of the bedroom, a pair of muscular arms wrap around him, constricting him, and he feels a wet and hard chest pressing against his back. Marcus knowingly smiles, leaning into the other’s grasp.

Bastion buries his nose into the crook of Marcus’ neck and breathes in deeply. Marcus feels Bastion’s growling voice rumbling from his chest.

“I’ve been gone for a week and I can barely smell my butt stink on you. The Carter Canon isn’t too happy about that. You know what that means?” saying that, Bastion juts out his ass and farts. The room’s quickly re-freshened with his ass gas. 

Bastion’s tone turns sweet after he gives Marcus’ neck a kiss. “We both really missed you. The Carter Canon especially. I think you’ll be cheek-to-cheek with him all weekend. The only time you’ll be free is when we eat. And even then, I’ll have farted on your food.” Bastion teases, knowing that’ll get Marcus going. 

He’s proven right as Marcus moans. Bastion snickers and gives Marcus a hard shove towards the bed. Marcus stops himself just before landing on the bed. He turns around, with the back of his knees against the bed.

Bastion’s only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. He’s still damp from the shower he just took. With a sultry smirk, Bastion turns around and lets the towel fall, mooning Marcus with his wet, fat cakes.

Still smirking at Marcus, over his shoulder, he cups the bottom of both butt cheeks and jiggles them. “Incoming babe” Bastion warns before he starts jogging backwards, towards Marcus.

Feeling deja vu, except he’s the target now, Marcus eyes widen as Bastion leaps backwards. Bastion’s bubbly rump hits Marcus straight in the face, taking him down. Marcus falls onto the bed, and Bastion’s bubble butt lands on his face. Marcus’ face is quickly consumed in between Bastion’s meaty mounds.

“Ah, it’s good to be home, and I’m sure your nose feels the same way. Speak of the devil; sniff up Marky, the Carter Canon is happy to be with your nose again… UGH”

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Smell of truth

This story has two endings

After 5 years, it’s good to hang out with my small group of buds from high school, again. The seven of us are just chilling in my friend's apartment, which is located just under mine. We’re drinking beers on the floor and reminiscing. For laughs we decide to play truth or dare just like in the old days. 

It’s my turn and I chose truth.

Gavin grins and asks me. “Now be honest, do you have a crush on any of us?” 

Without hesitating I say, “Yes”

Excluding me, everyone here is straight. 

Before they can ask who, I say “I answered it, your turn Gavin.”

They groan and say that’s a cop-out, but I put the focus on Gavin.

Gavin thinks for a moment and picks dare.

“I dare you to let Bryce fart in your face.” I challenge him.

Bryce is our friend who’s always gassy, and loves nothing more than farting on people; especially us. Back in high-school, none of us could get through a school day without him Bryce Bombing our faces, at least once. He calls his farts Bryce Bombs because they’re that dangerous. He could clear out a room or knock someone out with one of his Bryce Bombs. He’s done both things, several times in the past.

Bryce’s grinning like a loon as he gets on all fours and turns around. I can’t help but stare at Bryce’s infamously large, bubble butt encased in his gray sweats. Bryce is proud of his big ass and loves to twerk, making his ass clap, in front of his future-victims’ faces.

Bryce crawls backwards, his ass heading straight for Gavin’s face. His fat cakes bounce against each other with his every move.  Gavin’s face shows disgust but he doesn’t move.

Bryce looks at me and gives me a thumbs-up. “Thanks Jeff, it’s been almost five minutes since I last Bryce Bombed any of you.” 

When his meaty rump is right in Gavin’s face, he shakes his ass to taunt him. Then after a moment or two…

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Bryce rips a nasty, 5 second fart in Gavin’s face. We’re all laughing at Gavin choking on Bryce’s fumes. But then a few start to groan as the stench of rotten eggs and onions spreads around us. I cross my legs, ensuring my semi isn’t noticeable.

It comes back to me and I pick truth. Unfortunately, my previous truth is still on their minds.

This time, Theo’s asking the question. “Alright, which one of us hotties do you have a crush on.” We’re all pretty fit, so to tease me, Theo bounces his pecs under his shirt. The other guys laugh and follow suit, bouncing their pecs and flexing their arms for me. Bryce goes a step further, getting on his knees and starts thrusting his crotch aggressively in my direction. The other guys are howling with laughter.

I shake my head at their antics, “It’s Bryce.” 

Everyone’s stunned by this.

There’s no doubt that Bryce is hot, but no one would exactly consider him a catch. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, and he’s kinda a dick who’s always farting on people. Sure, girls think he’s hot and good for a one-night-stand, but that’s it. No one, who gets to know the real Bryce, ever develops deep feelings for him. 

Truthfully, I have a farting fetish so Bryce farting is hot to me. That combined with his mischievous humor, cemented my crush on him.

My truth really surprised the guys.

After a few seconds of awkward silence we get back to the game. 

Thirty minutes later I use the bathroom. When I come out, I find a nervous looking Bryce.

“It’s Ken isn’t it?” He asks. 

My brow furrows in confusion. “What?”

Bryce rolls his eyes. “Ken’s the guy you’re crushing on, right? You two have the most in common. You used me to hide your real crush on Ken.”

“Uh no, I’ve got a crush on you. But don’t worry, I’m not gonna make a move on you or anything.” 

Bryce is now the one looking confused. “But why? I’m an asshole and dumb as hell” he then gives me a cheeky smirk before swiveling his hips and pressing his butt against my waist. PPPPRRRRFFFFF

“Ah, and I’m always Bryce Bombing ya, haha” 

Something must show on my face because Bryce’s eyes go comically wide.

“Oh” he mutters. 

Theo thankfully rounds the corner and interrupts this awkward revelation. We return to the guys. 

After twenty more minutes, I say my goodbyes and head back up to my apartment. 

Before I can even sit on my couch, someone’s knocking on my door. 

I open the door, finding Bryce standing there with a lazy smile. The uncomfortableness that he was emitting earlier is gone.

“Uh, hi Bryce.” 

“Hey Jeff, mind if I come in?” Not waiting for a response, Bryce lets himself in.

Bryce turns sideways to slide past me. He pauses when his butt is touching my side, and farts. RRRRWWWWPPPPP

Bryce sighs in relief before continuing inside. I shudder, feeling myself getting hard.

“I… Why are you here? Why’d you do that?” I ask him after closing my door.

Bryce strolls over to my couch and takes a seat without a care in the world. 

“I’m here because I want to hangout with one of my best friends. And I farted on you because that’s what I do. You know I love Bryce Bombing you guys and your stuff. Speaking of which, I think your couch is in need of a good Bryce Bombing.”

Bryce hikes up his left leg and scrunches up his face in concentration. 

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Bryce rips a long chain of trumpeting farts into my couch. His ass gas quickly escapes from my cloth couch and spreads through the room. The rancid stench hits me in the face like a brick, putting me in a coughing fit.

Bryce crooks his finger. “Come on over Jeff and have a seat with your good ole buddy Bryce. The rest of the guys are still hanging out in Luke’s apartment. I decided we should have a little one-on-one bro bonding time.”

Bryce’s actions have me completely off kilter, so I just follow his words like an obedient pet. 

I sit down on the couch, putting plenty of space between me and Bryce. I cautiously look over, and notice Bryce looking at me with a lopsided grin. He slides on over until his leg is pressed against mine and tosses an arm over my shoulders. 

“Why so far away Jeff? You know there’s no escaping this shit.” 

Bryce presses his meaty backside against my thigh and grunts.

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Bryce rips a 4 second, bubbly fart against me. My nostrils stare flaring as his butt vapors reach my nose. I can’t get enough.

Bryce looks down at my tenting crotch and snickers. “Heh, too easy. This is gonna be fun” he says mostly to himself, and I start to feel worried. 

“I told the boys I was heading up here to play some Street Fighter. Crazy that we’re the only two into fighting games, huh?” 

Bryce gets up and walks over to my tv. He bends over at the waist to turn on my console and pop the game in. Bryce obviously does this to show-off his ample ass cheeks that are bigger than my head. I quickly look to the floor, knowing that this is a ploy. I won’t give him the satisfaction. 

Out of nowhere, Bryce quickly backs up and my face is smothered by his thick cakes. The back of my head is pinned against the couch, leaving me trapped.

“Haha, shouldn’t let your guard down around me Jeff. You're just asking for it. Bombs away… NGH”

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Bryce rips a barrage of toe-curling, nasty farts right in my face. The sulfuric stench is amazing. I don’t even try to fight it.

Bryce sighs in relief before rubbing his big ass against my face for a few moments. After, Bryce plops a seat back next to me.

He gives me a wink looking all-too-smug. “Hope you’re ready Jeff, you’re gonna experience how gassy your good ole buddy, Bryce, really is.”

With that, we start up Street Fighter. Normally we’re pretty even, but right now, Bryce is wiping the floor with me. To keep me off my game, every few seconds, Bryce will lean away from me, lift his leg up, and fart.

PPRRBB “Oh” RRRDFF “Ah” BBMMMT “That felt good” MPPPDD “Shit, that one smells really bad” FFWTTT “Hey Jeff, take a whiff of my real-life, smelly Hadouken” RRRRLLL-TTTVVV-UUUPPP

After another defeat, I drop my controller. “You know this isn’t fair Bryce. I-I can’t concentrate.” 

“I don’t know why? I’m just being my normal, nasty, butt-bombing self.” Bryce says with a shit-eating grin. “After all those wins I think I deserve a reward.”

I’m about to argue that we didn’t put up any stakes, but it’s too late. Bryce jumps up and is standing in front of me. He grabs both my ankles and pulls me off the couch. I grunt as my ass lands on the floor. Bryce quickly wheels around and backs up. He then reaches down and pushes the back of my head on the seat of the couch, so I’m looking up at the ceiling. 

Before I can even think of moving, Bryce takes a seat on my upturned face. The last thing I see, before everything goes black is Bryce’s sweats-clad, titanic mounds getting bigger and bigger as he rapidly descends onto my face. 

His dough cakes pour over the sides of my face, making contact with the couch, completely sealing my entire head away from the outside world. And my nose is nestled deep in between his clothed globes.

FART “Fuck Jeff, you better stop me, or I’m gonna stink up you and your entire apartment” FART “On second thought make that the entire apartment building” FART “Oh screw it, I’m drowning this whole city in my butt stink” FART “But lets face it, you wouldn’t stop me even if you could” FART “Your gross ass probably wants me to envelope the entire world in a never-ending Bryce Bomb” FART “Be careful what you wish for Jeff, you just might get it… GGH”

FFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT

Bryce rips an onslaught of rancid farts point-blank in my face. Normally I’m a competitive person but I couldn't care less that Bryce just kicked my ass. I’m too busy enjoying his hellish vapors.

Bryce finally rises off my face, but not before unleashing a 20 second, couch-shaking, monster-of-a-fart. It reeks of Bryce’s personal brand of ass-musk and sulfur. 

Bryce sits back in his original seat, looking proud of himself.

I pull myself up and sit next to him, still coughing and gagging. Out of nowhere, Bryce asks, “Hey you got anything to eat here?” 

I try to think, my mind’s shrouded in a horny fog thanks to his Bryce Bombing.

“Um yeah. I got some pizza rolls in the fridge.”

Bryce stands up. “Cool, here’s my stomach’s thanks for the future meal” He spins around and arches his back, jutting his bubble butt into my face. He then reaches back and pulls the waistband of his sweats and underwear down. I gap at Bryce’s firm yet fleshy, bare moons wobbling in my face. I hear Bryce take a deep breath and then grunt.

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

A thunderous, 35 second fart erupts out of Bryce’s ass and right into my face. It’s so powerful that it not only has Bryce’s meaty cheeks flapping, but it’s also blowing back my hair and drying out my eyes. I’m choking on his noxious-smelling ass wind that’s being launched into my gaping mouth.

Without a backwards glance, Bryce heads off to the kitchen. His ass is still hanging out, mooning me. In a display of talent he makes sure to fart with his every step. 

It’s like his weaponized bubble butt has put me under a hypnotic spell; I can’t help but follow him, walking through his nauseating, crop-dusted trail.

In the kitchen, Bryce plates some pizza rolls and pops them into the microwave. I stay a few steps behind him, all my attention focused on his ass. Especially with his arms braced on the counter, in front of the microwave, and leaning forward, accentuating his bare and bulbous backside.

Bryce peers back at me, over his shoulder, smiling like the Cheshire cat. In a flash he’s grabbing the top of my head. “Hmm, since you're feeding me I guess I should return the favor. Come on in, bud.”

Bryce pulls my face down and wedges it in between his fleshy globes. I nearly come from having skin-on-skin contact with his meaty posterior. Bryce starts swiveling his ass, making my face sink deeper in between his basketball-sized cheeks.

Once I’m in deep enough I hear him say, “A batch of Bryce’s paint-peeling, nose-hair-singeing air biscuits, coming up… UGH”

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRR=PPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT-HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUU-WWWWWWWWWWWGGGGGGGGGG-FFFFFFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Bryce releases a never-ending series of long, tuba-blasting farts. His heinous gas flows into my mouth and up my nose. Completely in his element, Bryce is ohing and ahing, in relief, every few seconds.

When he pulls my face out of his ass, I fall onto my knees, blissed out from his farts. I don’t know how long he’s been farting on me, but when I look up he’s eating his cooked pizza rolls. And he's also sporting a cocky smirk.

In thirty seconds he demolishes the full plate of pizza rolls, and then puts the plate in the sink. He pats his abdomen, looking satisfied.

“I still have plenty of Bryce Bombs left, but once I’ve finished digesting this, I’ll be working with a full tank again. You better pray that I don’t singe off your eyebrows too, before this night is over Jeff, haha. Now let's go watch some tv.”

Bryce walks around my kneeling form, making his way back to the sitting-room. At the last second, Bryce thrusts his hips back, pointing his thick rump at the side of my face, and farts. PPPPWWWWWTTTT-FFFFFHHHHMMMMM

“Ah, and a word of warning Jeff. My pizza roll farts smell really bad. Oh here comes the runt of the litter” ppfftt

Bryce finishes his taunt with a small poot in my face. He pulls up his pants and then walks off, snickering. I get up and follow him.

Bryce sits back on the couch, but I remain standing in the doorway. 

Bryce grins at me, “Come on Jeff, take a seat” but then a mischievous glint twinkles in his eyes.

Bryce spreads his legs wider. “Or better yet come on over and kneel between my legs. While I watch the sports channel you can watch your favorite channel.” Bryce scoots forward until he’s sitting on the edge of his seat. He then leans back, and pulls his knees up to his chest; presenting his sweats-clad bubble butt.

“The Bryce Booty channel.” He teases. He then scrunches up his face and…

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Bryce rips another beastly fart that echoes throughout my apartment. I desperately want to drop to my knees and sniff up his gas, but I stop myself. I need some answers.

“Bryce, why are you doing all this? Are-are you fucking with me?” I ask, starting to feel agitated. Sure, Bryce is a dick but would he really fuck with me like this for a laugh?

Bryce’s smile falls as he sits up right. And for the first time ever, I see him looking vulnerable. 

ENDING 1

“Jeff, for the past couple of years, my life’s gone to shit. I seem to screw up everything. You’re the first person in a long time who's interested in me and not just looking at me like I’m a major fuck-up.” Bryce admits, breaking my heart.

He continues, “Now you know I’m not gay, but I can’t deny how good it feels to have someone wanting me. So maybe we can help each other out? You can help boost my nearly-nonexistent ego, and in return I’ll Bryce Bomb the hell out of your face. But let me reiterate Jeff, I’m not gay, so nothing sexual will be coming out of this.” Bryce offers.

After a few seconds of deep thought, I nod my head. “Okay, let’s do it. We’re both getting something out of this.”

Bryce’s smiling again as he stands up. “Awesome, lie on the floor, face up.” He orders.

Suspicious but intrigued, I do as he says.

Bryce steps over me and then is suddenly straddling my chest, facing away from my face. Bryce’s dump-truck of an ass is sticking out, over my face, eclipsing me in its shadow.

Bryce flexes both of his arms, doing a muscle-man pose. “What do you see Jeff?” He asks.

I take a shaky breath before replying. “I see a true, muscular alpha-male who can out-fart anyone. Your farts alone could topple the world; your dangerous muscled-ass deserves nothing but respect.”

“Damn straight!” Bryce growls as he reaches back and once again pulls down the back of his pants. His bare cakes wobble ominously above my face.

Bryce grabs a handful of ass-meat and orders, “BEG! Beg for this!”

“Please fart in my face Bryce. Destroy me with your hot and unstoppable alpha gas.” I beg.

WHAM

Bryce slams his titanic bum onto my face, smothering me beneath his muscular yet blubber-coated cheeks.

Bryce spreads his globes, interesting my face into his sweaty and musky ass crack.

All too soon I find the tip of my nose being kissed by his butthole.

“Fuck yeah, choke on that puppy” “Ah, do you know how lucky you are” “You’re getting the privilege of sniffing up this alpha’s rank farts” “Every girl wants this sexy Alpha to rip ass on them but I’m doing it just for you” “Hot bitches around the world would kill to be you right now”

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Bryce rises a few inches off of my face. “Go ahead, thank your Alpha Farting God for this gift.”

“Thank y-MMMM”

Bryce sits back down, planting his asshole against my opening mouth.

I hear Bryce’s stomach churning aggressively above me, along with him grunting and straining.

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45 seconds of fetid fumes comes roaring out of Bryce’s pucker and straight down my gullet. His noxious wind inflates my cheeks and lungs like party balloons. He gets off of my face; I’m dry-heaving and wheezing.

Bryce’s Alpha male persona recedes; he helps me up and sits me on the couch. He then sits down next to me.

As I gain my bearings, Bryce pats me on the back. “Thanks for that man. It really helped my self-confidence.”

“Anytime” I say, making Bryce smirk. But then I decide to add, “Well, until I find a steady boyfriend.”

Bryce gives a mock pout. “Hopefully, not anytime soon because I still need ya. If a guy starts trying to get serious with you then I’m gonna have to chase ‘em off with my Bryce Bombs.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “Dick”

“And don’t you forget it” Bryce jumps up, spins around, and juts his ass out, into my face.

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ENDING 2

“Jeff, for the past couple of years, my life’s gone to shit. I seem to screw up everything. You’re the first person in a long time who's interested in me and not just looking at me like I’m a major fuck-up.” Bryce admits, breaking my heart.

He continues, “Now Jeff, I’ve always been straight. Guys have never done it for me, well until you. Ever since our junior year of high-school I’ve had the hots for you. And today, to learn that you’ve got a crush on me. I couldn’t believe it. 

I’m sorry if I went too far. It’s just been so long since someone’s been attracted to me. Teasing you like this has really helped my severely crippled self-esteem. But no worries, sure you’ve got a crush on me, but I already know you’ll never want to end up with a failure like me.” Bryce finishes with a self-deprecating smile, and I can’t take it.

I sit down next to Bryce and pull him into a one-armed hug. “First off, stop talking about yourself like that. You’re amazing Bryce. And secondly, I never thought I had a chance with you. I’ve always thought you were straight Bryce. Back in the day, I’d have done anything to be with you. And you know what Bryce? To this day that hasn’t changed.” I tell Bryce sincerely but he doesn't look convinced. I think I need to stroke his ego a bit.

“Let’s be real Bryce, you have a fucking hot body. Girls and guys alike, are always staring at you when you walk by. Hell, you become everyone’s main focus whenever you enter the room.” Hearing this, Bryce sits up straighter.

“Don’t even get me started on your dedication to the gym. Man Bryce, It’s amazing how hard you work out everyday. We all stay fit but you almost look like a bodybuilder compared to us.” Bryce subconsciously flexes his chest along with other muscles.

“And Bryce, haven't you realized that you’ve always been the unspoken leader of our group of friends. We’re always following and doing what you say. Your personality and mannerism just screams Alpha male.” Bryce’s eyes widen and I notice his jaw tick. He looks like the old, cocky asshole I know him to be.

I shrug, “Face it Bryce, you’re an Alpha male that everyone’s thirsty for.” I say with a grin.

A huge, cocky grin forms on Bryce’s lips. He shrugs my arm off his shoulders before reaching down, pulling off his shirt, and tossing it behind the couch. His ripped abs and pecs are on full display. He also seems to have worked-up a sweat. 

“Damn straight. I’m the hottest Alpha male walking around.  And you know what? I can still see that you’re fucking thirsty for me too. Let me quench that for ya.”

Bryce grabs the back of my head with his right hand while flexing his left arm. He then shoves my face against his hard bicep.

“Yeah man, give your Alpha bud’s bicep a kiss. I know you love my huge muscles.” Bryce growls through gritted teeth.”

Following his command, I pepper his bulging bicep with kisses, enjoying the taste of his salty and sweaty skin.

“Yeah, show my bicep some love. You and everyone else is always drooling over my ripped Alpha male body.” Bryce brags.

Bryce then drags my face down and shoves it into his cavernous and sweaty armpit. 

“Yes” He hisses, “I know you love the smells my godly body produces. Get on in there and take a big whiff of my alphaness straight from the tap.” Bryce growls

I moan as I huff up the rich and manly scent oozing from his pit. I show my appreciation by licking the sweaty fur of his pit. The salty acidic taste is phenomenal.

Bryce gives a beastly growl. “Grrr. Fuck yeah, taste and worship a real Alpha male.”

After a few more seconds, Bryce pulls my face out of his pit. My face is drenched in his sweat and my own spit. 

“We’re not done yet bud. I got another fresh, ripe pit just for ya. Taste this fucking Alpha!” I barely get a second of fresh air before he’s shoving my face into his other sweaty armpit. I get to work, lapping at his damp fur.

Once Bryce’s second armpit is clean, he gets up and stands in front of me. He then twists my head to the side and slams the side of my face against his cobblestone-like abs. 

“Listen” Bryce commands. With my ear pressed against this stomach, I hear aggressive bubbling and gurgling coming from within. “My body’s finished turning those pizza rolls into nasty Bryce Bombs, hehe” Bryce taunts with a sinister laugh.

Bryce releases my head and turns around, aiming his bubbly ass right in my face. Bryce then tosses his right foot up onto the arm of the couch, spreading his cheeks in his sweats. Then he leans forward, bringing his gaping crack right up to my nose.

But he isn’t done yet. Bryce reaches back, pulling down the back of his sweats, freeing his pillowy moons. I’m eye-to-eye with his winking pucker, surrounded by a forest of butt hair.

I feel Bryce grabbing the back of my head before saying, “In you go” My face is suddenly shoved deep in between his ample globes. I feel his plump yet muscular glutes clamping down on the sides of my face, and I feel his sweaty ass-lips kissing the tip of my nose.

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Bryce rips a 7 second, eggy fart right up my nose. Instinctually, I try to pull away, but Bryce’s powerful grip keeps my face buried deep in between his thick cheeks.

“Nu-uh, you’re staying right there. I still got so much more gas.”

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWW-FFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMDDDDDDDD

“Can’t hide it from me, Jeff. I know you want my Alpha male farts. You’re fucking gagging for it. Well if Bryce Bombs are what you want then I’m gonna give you more than you can handle. I’m gonna fuckin’ drown you in my Alpha butt stink!”

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“Open wide Jeff, I’m gonna prove to you that you’ve been only fucking with beta-bitches until now. Tell me if any of them ever farted like me. Tell me if any of them could give your Farting Alpha God a real challenge!” 

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“Fuck Jeff, you unleashed the Alpha beast within me. I’ve gotta mark you with my butt stink. Other Alphas will smell that a superior one has claimed you and they’ll keep their distance.”

PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT-MMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGBBBBBBBBBBB

“If you haven’t figured it out yet Jeff, I go possessive Alpha over whatever is mine. And-”

“YOU” RRRRRRRRFFFFFFFGGGGGGGTTTTTTTT

“ARE” MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOPPPPPPP

“MINE” FFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR

Bryce lights up my face with a myriad of behemoth Bryce Bombs. The stench of rotten fish swimming in a sea of sulfur is all I can smell. His poisonous fumes have my lungs feeling like they’re on fire.

Bryce wiggles his ass and repositions my face so my lips are pressed against his asshole. “Show me you want to belong to this Alpha. Prove your loyalty by giving my ass a kiss on the lips.” Bryce growls.

Obeying him, I pucker my lips and kiss his asshole. I feel his hole open and then press out.

RRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVVVLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Bryce rips a raunchy, sulfuric monster-of-a-fart that lasts over a minute. His noxious wind inflates my cheeks and lungs like balloons. It puts me in a gagging fit.

With a wet squelch, thanks to his ass sweat, Bryce pulls my face outta his ass. Next thing I know, Bryce is rearranging us so we’re both lying along the couch. He’s holding me, being the big spoon to my little one.

I’m really surprised when Bryce turns my head and kisses me on the lips.

“Wow, I really enjoyed that. You’re the first guy I’ve ever kissed.” Bryce confesses.

“Well I couldn’t tell. You’re a really good kisser.” I complement Bryce, making him smirk cockily.

“Oh, I’m good at a whole lot of things, baby.” Bryce boasts.

Bryce’s eyes go half-lidded as he starts thrusting his hips, humping his hard-as-steel schlong against my ass.

“Jeff, I wanna start something real with you, but would it be too soon if I fucked the shit out of you right now?” He growls.

“Hell no, but um… give me like 10 minutes. You going all Alpha Fart God made me shoot my load in my boxers.” I admit, blushing.

With a huge grin, Bryce reaches into my pants and palms the soaked crotch of my boxers, making me moan.

“Hehe, no sweat. I know how to shave that time in half. For the first time ever, my Bryce Bombs are coming to the rescue.”

Bryce climbs off the couch and stands in front of me, leaving me lying face-up on the couch.

Bryce turns around and backs up, lording his fleshy backside above my face. I mutter a quiet curse as he yanks down the back of his sweats, re-releasing his meaty cakes. 

Bryce bends his knees, looking like he’s about to sit on my face. He comes to a stop just before they make contact with my face. The only contact we’re making is my nose grazing his fuzzy butt crack.

“You’re in for a real treat Jeffy. My dick game is just as good as my fart game. This Alpha’s gonna have you limping for the next couple of days. But for now, let me Bryce Bomb the last of your nose hairs… NGH”

PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Smell of the debt collector: part 1

MONDAY

I step into my apartment and sigh; it’s been another long day. It’s already hard enough running a computer repair business, but only a few days ago, my ex-fiance ran off. And he took all the money in our joint bank account. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Nick’s been jobless for nearly a year and has a gambling problem. I never left him because we’ve been together for 8 years and he was my first ever boyfriend. 

I’m startled as I turn on the light and find a muscular Italian man, who’s built like a superhero, sitting on my couch. He’s wearing a tight pair of bluejeans, a white wife beater that’s a size-to-small, and some sunglasses. 

“Who the fuck are you? Get the hell out of my apartment!” I bark at him.

He fucking smirks. “Sup, the name’s Stefano Rossi.” 

His words make me go pale. The Rossi family is a crime family that controls the entire city. 

“W-what do you want?” I ask, scared shitless.

“Well Stevie-boy, I’m a debt collector and your fiance Nick owes us a lot of money. It’s time to pay up and he suddenly vanishes. Unfortunately for you, since you two are practically married, his debt falls to you.”

I’m shocked and crushed by this. How could Nick do this to me?

“How much does he owe you?” I ask, softly.

“150” he bluntly states, flooring me.

“150,000 dollars!” I exclaim.

He nods, still smirking. “How about you pay me and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I-I don’t have that kind of money” I nervously confess.

He gives me a fake pout. “Ah damn, well it looks like I need to teach you a lesson.” Stefano says as he stands up, “Sorry dude but you're about to be Skunked. It’s what I do to people who don’t pay us our money.” The mountain-of-a-man growls as he lumbers up to me. 

I’m trapped with my back against the wall. This debt collector doesn’t stop until he’s within a foot of me. 

“What do you mean by being ‘Skunked’?” I ask.

Stefano smirks like the cat who caught the canary. “Why tell you when you can experience it.” 

He turns around and I gasp. Stefano shows that he has an insanely fat, bubble butt. Each of his ass cheeks are bigger than my head. 

His jean-clad, ample globes jiggle from his laughter at my gasp. “Heh, I know right? I got a big dump truck. Anywho, I hope you’re ready? Prepared to get skunked.”

Stefano leans forward, arches his back, and pushes his ass out towards me, accentuating the size of his bubble butt. I hear him take a deep breath and then…

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I’m shocked, he just ripped a huge, chainsaw-sounding fart.  I’m both horrified and turned on. I have a secret farting kink, but it’s coming from a criminal who wants money that I don’t have.

I gag as the smell of rotten eggs and garlic fills my nose. With his ass still facing me, Stefano looks back with a smirk. “Congrats Stevie-boy you’ve just been Skunked. Get used to it. Until you pay us our money you’re going to be getting Skunked a lot… RGH”

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He showers me with another atrocious-smelling fart. The stench is sickening; I cover my mouth and nose with the collar of my shirt. It barely helps.

Stefano chuckles, “Oh, you think that’ll help. Well let me just fix that.” He backs up and presses his meaty rump against my midsection.

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He farts again and this time it seeps through my shirt and rises up to my nose. I yank down that collar of my shirt, coughing on his eggy butt fumes.

The stench is so overbearing that I can’t keep myself up. I slide down until I’m seated on the floor and my back’s laying against the wall.

With watery eyes, I realize that I’ve just put myself face-to-face with Stefano's toxic ass. 

Stefano sways his hips slowly, making his gourd-sized mounds wobble in my face.

“Know this Stevie-boy: I’ll be Skunking you everyday until you pay what you owe. And if you don’t pay-up by the end of the month, well let's just say you don’t have to worry about your debt or anything else ever again.” 

I choke on my own spit, completely understanding his murderous threat.

“See you tomorrow Stevie-boy and hopefully with our money. Until then, back in you go buddy. Time to really Skunk you out.”

Stefano thrust his ass back, smothering my face with his huge, pillowy globes. With the wall behind me, I can’t escape. I hear him straining, then…

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A minute and a half long of butt stink erupts out of Stefano’s ass, point-blank into my face. It reeks of rotten eggs and raw sewage. As it comes to a sputtering end, I thankfully pass-out. It’s over at least for today.

TUESDAY

I wake up the next morning and quickly jump into the shower because I smell awful. After three showers, I still stink of Stefano’s farts but it’s not as noticeable.

I head to my business and work alongside my only employee, Travis, a kid who just graduated from high-school.

Working on computers has always been a passion of mine. It helps relieve me of stress and that’s just what I need. 

What happened with Stefano last night was frightening. I can’t get the Skunking ordeal outta my head. I had a semi last night but I was far more scared during our encounter. Will he be in my apartment again when I get home? How will I scrape up that kinda money?

It's 9pm so I close up the shop. Travis is already gone as I lock up. I head for my car, parked out back. I come to a stop as I find a black Cadillac, with tinted windows, double parked behind my car, trapping me. The driver side window rolls down revealing a shades-wearing, impishly grinning Stefano.

“Get in, we’re going for a drive.” He commands. My face sours, but I do what he says. Telling a higher-up in a crime-syndicate ‘no’ can only end badly.

As soon as I’m in the passenger’s seat he drives off like a bat out of hell. 

“Where’s my money?” he asks as we race down the road.

“I don’t have it yet. I-I’m trying to scrounge it up though.” I explain, scared as hell as we speed through the streets. We just passed a cop car but it didn’t care.

“Since you’ve got nothing for me, I’ve got plenty for you” With that, he leans away from me, aiming his toxic asscrack my way. 

“Please” but my voice is drowned out by...

FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDD

His hellish butt fumes quickly fill up the interior of the car. The stench of digested meat and onions has me retching. 

“If you even think of puking in my car, I’ll drag you into the nearest precinct, and take a shit down your throat, suffocating you in front of all those cops. Then I’ll leave, and have them deal with your body.” He threatens.

“Now, enough pussy-footing around. Time for you to get Skunked.” He says as he power-locks the doors and windows. He keeps his butt aimed at me while still driving like a mad man.

DDDDWWWWMMMMMBBBB “Ah, that felt good” RRRRHHHHHHDDDDDTTTTT “Oh, that one burned coming out” FFFFFLLLLLLUUUUUUPPPPP  “Ha, look at you trying for the windows when I just locked em” PPPPWWWWWMMMMBBBB “Nope, no fresh air for you” BBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAMMMMM “Fresh air is only for people who don’t owe the Rossi family money” MMMMMMFFFFFFRRRRRRPPPPP “Until your debt is clear, keep choking on my Skunk fumes… NGH”

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For 20 minutes, Stefano keeps driving us around, farting nonstop. The car is filled to the brim with his potent and putrid butt stink. It has me coughing, gagging, and my eyes watering. It’s a living hell.

Finally we return back to my shop, and Stefano unlocks the doors. I rip open my door and fall onto my hands and knees, on the pavement, dry-heaving.

I don’t realize that Stefano’s left his car until I see a pair of shoes, facing the opposite way of me. I look up and find his thick butt-slabs right in my face.

“I’ll be visiting you at work tomorrow. So you better have my money or I’ll be Skunking you and your business.” he then cocks his right leg and…

PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDBBBBBBBBBBBBB

Stefano rips a minute long fart, point-blank in my face that has enough power to blow my hair back. The stench of raw sewage and rotten fish has me retching on the ground. It takes me five minutes to pull myself together and to notice that Stefano’s gone.  

I get into my car feeling miserable and pretty pathetic because of my hard-on.

WEDNESDAY

All last night and this morning I’ve been psyching myself up. Stefano lied. He isn’t really going to show up here in my computer repair shop. He’s just going to jump me after work and torture me once again with his farts. I’m sure of it.

I’m proven wrong around lunch.

I’m in the back working on a laptop when I hear a commotion coming up front. It’s Travis raising his voice at someone.

“Hey, don’t lock the door! Hey, don't turn our ‘OPEN’ sign off! HEY GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”

I run to the front and nearly piss myself. He’s here. Stefano has Travis shoved in the corner. I can barely see him because Stefano’s massive body is blocking him.

Stefano has his back pressed against Travis’ front, keeping him pinned in the corner. And from what I can tell his ass is pressed against Travis’ crotch.

When I run out, Stefano gives me a lopsided grin. “Stevie-boy, this kid’s a really shitty employee. I’m gonna Skunk em…” He closes one eye and grunts.

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Stefano releases a series of huge farts on Travis. Travis is coughing and gagging and uselessly smacking Stefano’s massive back. Stefano’s laughing and ohing and ahing after every fart. Even though he’s farting on Travis, his skunkish vapors escape, filling the entire shop with his stink.

I make my way to him, with my arms outstretched in a placating manner. “Please Mr. Rossi, let him go. I’m the one who owes you the money.” I plead.

When I’m close enough, Stefano’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. He grabs me by the arm as he steps forward. He then shoves me into Travis, with my back pressed against his front. Then Stefano steps back, now pinning his ass against my crotch, trapping us both in the corner. Stefano grinds his bubble butt against me some, making me hard. He snickers, feeling this, making me mortified.

“I don’t care how much you beg, until you pay me my money, I’ll fart on everyone you know and everything you own. GET SKUNKED BITCHES!... GGH”

Stefano accompanies every one of his next words with a fart on my crotch.

“PAY” FFFFFRRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPP

“WHAT” BBBBBBHHHHHHHAAAAATTTTT

“YOU” PPPPPPPWWWWWWOOOOOBBBBBB

“OWE” RRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUU-TTTTTTTTTDDDDDDDD

Stefano rips another series of big farts, covering Travis and I in his skunky fumes. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. The rumbling and heat from him farting on my crotch is amazing.

Stefano spins around, and grabs me and Travis, stands us side-by-side, and shoves us both to our knees.

He then points in my face, “Now you better have my money by tomorrow.”

He then points in Travis’ face, “And this’ll teach you not to raise your voice at a Rossi.”

He then turns around, bends over at the waist, pushing his bubbly posterior out, into Travis’ face. He takes a deep breath before he starts grunting and straining. 

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A minute long, monstrous fart erupts out of Stefano’s ass with enough power to blow back Travis’ hair. Halfway through, he swivels his hips and continues releasing this single massive fart in my face; my hair’s now being blown back. It stinks of rotten fish and broccoli, and puts me and Travis in a coughing fit.

Stefano sighs in relief as he wafts his Skunky wind towards our faces. “Ah, you two have been thoroughly Skunked.” he states proudly. 

Still on our knees we watch him leave. In a power move he slowly takes one step at a time, with every step he rips a big fart, filling up my store with more of his Skunky fumes.

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PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBBBBB

Finally Stefano’s gone, but he leaves the place smelling like a toxic wasteland. After a few moments Travis and I stand up. I glance at Travis and see that his face is red, his nose is flaring, and he has an obvious boner. I don’t call attention to it.

I tell Travis that we’ll be closed for the next few days. Hopefully, after time, Stefano’s butt stench will be gone, but I have my doubts. I also pay Travis to buy some new clothes and throw out the ones he’s wearing. After getting Skunked so much I’ve learned that the smell never leaves.

THURSDAY

I’m on the firescape outside of my apartment. I’m sitting in a folding chair with the back of my head resting against the window seal. I’m drinking a beer and thinking of how to wrangle up 150k.

For a second, I think I hear my front-door opening, but it’s followed by silence, so I brush it off. 

I’m proven that I heard correctly when I feel something big and bulbous pushing against the back of my head. I don’t need to look back to confirm that Stefano Rossi is sitting on the window seal with his ass pressing against the back of my head.

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Stefano rips a trumpeting fart on the back of my head, laying an eggy fart cloud on me. 

“Ah, a beautiful day to get Skunked isn’t it Stevie-boy? Unless you’ve got my money.” Stefano comments jovially. 

“I don’t have it yet.” I reply quietly, not pulling my head away from this debt collector's noxious rump.

For a response, I feel his meaty glutes flex and then…

MMMMMBBBBBBBVVVVVVVPPPPPP

I wince from feeling the heat of his fart venting against my hair. The stench of rotten fish and garlic reaches my nose, making me gag.

This is my second beer so I’m feeling a little tipsy. I don’t know if it’s because of that or something else, but while Stefano’s Skunking the back of my head, I try to talk with him.

“So, uh have you always been this gassy?” I ask.

Stefano stills for a moment and then farts. PPPFFFTTTT

“Yeah as long as I can remember, I’ve been gassy and loved Skunking people” FFFKKKKBBBBB “I love forcing people to huff up my nasty butt bombs” RRRHHHHPPPP “When I was younger I loved Skunking up my little brother” PPPPDDDDMMMM “What am I saying? I still Skunk him up today” BBBBLLLLPPPPP “But when I was younger I’d Skunk him for hours and keep Skunking him until he promised not to snitch on me” MMMMMAAAAFFFFF

I chuckle at his brotherly antics and Stefano laughs too before continuing.

“And from middle school to high school I was the school bully you avoided at all costs” FFFGGGGBBBBB “I’d fart on nerds, jocks, the popular kids, hell even teachers weren’t safe” HHHFFFDDDDD “I remember one time my math teacher in highschool gave me detention” BBBBDDDDDTTTTT “ It was just me and him and as soon as I sat down, I just kept farting again and again and again” BBBBBBAAAAAVVVVV “It got too much for him and he tried to escape the room” BBBBBOOOOODDDDD “I couldn’t have that so I grabbed him from behind and threw him to the floor” RRRRRWWWWMMMM “I then sat on his face and Skunked up his nose for the rest of detention” TTTTWWWWWDDDDD “Once I was done, not only did he apologize but for the rest of my high school career, he paid me a grand a month” BBBBBGGGGGRRRR “Hehe, It was for insurance to ensure that I never Skunked him up again” MMMMWWWWWPPPPP “And now I work for my family. Skunking up people who owe us money or people trying to cause us trouble” RRRRMMMM-WWWWWBBBBBB-GGGGGLLLLLLLAAAAATTTTT

“Now it’s my turn. How come you were with a loser like Nick?” 

Even though I’m answering his question, Stefano still keeps farting on the back of my head. 

“He was my first ever boyfriend” PPPPPGGGGGLLLLBBBB “We’ve been together for nearly a decade” DDDDDBBBBBHHHHHMMMM “I thought he loved me” GGGGGPPPPPLLLLLLRRRRRR “But apparently I was wrong since he stole all my money and left me here to die for his addiction” FFFFFFUUUUUUWWWWWPPPPPPP

Admitting that, kills the cheerful atmosphere we had going. 

“Look, I’ve tried, but I know I can’t whip up that kinda money. I know that you’re gonna have to… deal with me. But when I’m gone you’re gonna be done right? You’re not gonna start hassling my sister or mother who live in other states?” I question, nervously.

Stefano’s quiet for a few seconds, and then replies with, “No”

I take a deep breath of relief, which is a big mistake since the entire fire escape is dominated by Stefano’s skunky fart cloud. My lungs fill up with his lingering gas, making me cough.

“Well you’re no more fun to talk to. I think I’ll finish Skunking you while you can’t speak.” Stefano grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me in through the window. He slings me over his shoulder and carries me through my apartment. My face is dangling right in front of his bubble butt so he makes sure to poot in my face, every couple of steps. 

When we reach my bedroom, Stefano tosses me into the bed. Then he rearranges me so that I’m lying on my back, with my head hanging off the end of the bed. Stefano turns around, and then pulls his pants and underwear down to the middle of his muscular thighs. I gasp at the sight of his bare, tan, fur-coated ass cheeks. They look muscular but have a hefty layer of fat covering them. 

Stefano reaches back and spreads his globes, revealing his winking asshole. “Hopefully this Skunking will improve your taste in men.”

I wanna say ‘It doesn’t matter since you’re gonna off me in a few weeks’ but Stefano sits down, burying my face in between his thick ass-mounds. 

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Stefano rips a chain of monstrous farts that last for a minute and a half, right up my nose. It stinks of methane and spices. He Skunks me unconscious.

Stefano Skunks me over the next few days but there’s a change. He doesn’t sit on my face, so we talk as he Skunks me.

I enjoy my talks with him, he has a cheeky sense of humor. If only he wasn’t ruining my life with his farts and planning to end me in the future because of my shitty ex. Well, I appreciate that Stefano doesn’t call attention to my constant boner as he Skunks me. 

On Monday morning I reopen my shop. Travis and I are surprised that Stefano’s skunky stench is completely gone from the shop. And we are also surprised by the immense amount of customers that we get during the day. A customer tells us that most of the computer repair places around town were broken into last night and trashed. And not only that, they all smell like a sewer pipe busted in them. I instantly now Stefano Rossi is behind this, but why?

I’m surprised once again by the end of the day when I’m getting into bed. Stefano hasn’t Skunked me at all today. I haven’t even seen him. I won’t say it out loud, but I kinda miss him.

As of now, I haven't seen Stefano for a week.

SUNDAY

It’s Sunday morning, the shop’s closed for the day, and I’m returning to my place after running an errand. I’m immediately on edge after finding that my apartment door is slightly open.

I step inside and thankfully I’ve not been robbed. There’s also no sign of a gassy member of a crime family. And it’s no one’s business but my own if I’m disappointed by that fact.

I frown when from the bedroom, I hear a creak of a spring in my mattress. My eyes nearly pop out of my head at what I find in the bedroom.

Stefano’s lying on his stomach, on my bed, with his head resting on his crossed arms, facing away from me. But most importantly, he's completely naked. I can’t help but gawk at his naked, mountainous globes reaching over a foot above him, in the air. Stefano’s looking back at me with a lopsided grin.

“Where have you been?” I ask with my mouth feeling dry.

Stefano shrugs, “Been busy. Was doing things like paying off your debt. Oh excuse me, I need to let this out.” His glutes flex and then…

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Stefano rips a loud, eggy butt burp that quickly spreads throughout the room. It has my eyes watering but I focus on what Stefano just said.

“Wait, what? You paid my debt to your family. But why?” I ask.

“Well if you start catching feelings for a cute guy and want to ask him out, it’ll go better if he doesn’t owe your family a substantial amount of money.” he says with a cheeky grin.

“You’re gay?”

Stefano rolls his eyes. “Yes I’m gay. Get with the times. I can be gay and the muscle for a crime family too.” 

“It’s obvious that you trashed and Skunked up my competition’s stores. Why?” I ask, suspiciously.

His cheeky grin returns. “To get brownie points so you’ll more likely agree with dating me. It was just extra precaution since I’m pretty sure this’ll do it.” Stefano arches his back, sticking his mountainous globes further into the air.

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Stefano sighs in relief before looking back at me with a small frown. “Stevie-boy I always get what I want. So it’s decided: you’re now my boyfriend. Now get over here and bury your face in your boyfriend’s big ole booty. It’s time for you to get Skunked. And you better get used to it because you're gonna be getting Skunked a lot, everyday.” Stefano promises as he sways his hips, making his fat-padded cheeks wobble from left to right.

I have no chill as I launch myself onto the bed and lay between Stefano’s spread legs. I bring my face just above his titanic rump. I give each of his meaty globes a kiss making Stefano snicker. “Heh, worship my booty all you want, he’s still gonna Skunk you within an inch of your life.”

I moan before pressing my face into his inviting ass crack. I take a deep breath inhaling his lingering farts and manly ass musk, loving it. 

Stefano starts swiveling his hips, wiping his sweaty crack all over my face and pooting.

“Stevie-boy, I’ve never failed in collecting someone’s debt until you came along” POOT “I’ve Skunked plenty of hot, gay men but when I noticed it turned you on, I knew I was in trouble” POOT “All I could think about is making you mine and moving you into my place” POOT “Imaging after a long day of Skunking out my targets, to come home and Skunk out a hot guy who’s fucking gagging for it” POOT “And I assure you that I always have enough gas to do my job and then Skunk you good for the rest of the night” POOT “Heh, remind me to tell you how I Skunked an entire neighborhood in 15 minutes because they didn’t pay our extortion fees” POOT “Anyway, back to you, not only was I into you, I was livid” POOT “How could your ex put a cute guy like you in this situation, he’s ticked me off” POOT “I promise Stevie-boy I’ll find him, and when I do, fresh air will be a luxury he’ll never have again” POOT” Only my Skunk fumes will be filling his lungs… GHH”

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Stefano keeps blasting out one poot after another, covering my face in his ass sweat and fumes. It stinks of sulfur. It’s revolting and it has my eyes watering but I love it and his words. Until Stefano brings up my ex.

I pull my face away from his fat bum and glare up at him with teary eyes. “Stefano I’m enjoying this, please don’t ruin it by mentioning him.”

Looking back at me, over his shoulder, Stefano gives me a half smile. “Sorry, it just annoys me that you were with a loser like him.”

I smirk back, “Didn’t you tell me some time ago that I should have better taste in men. Am I doing any better with being with a thug like you?” I tease.

An impish grin forms on his lips. “Hold on there pretty boy, your ex was a loser and now you’re with someone worthy. And I ain’t no thug. I’m one of the heads of the most powerful crime family, on the west coast. Anything you want, it’s yours. Anyone gives you trouble or tries to hurt you, they are gone. Congratulations Stevie-boy, you’ve found your fairytale Prince Skunking.”

“But right now, it’s about what I want. And what I want is for you to sink” Stefano growls.

With that, Stefano grips the back of my head and shoves my face down into his ass. Stefano’s devilish grin over his hillside mounds, is the last thing I see before my face is swallowed up into his seemingly bottomless and sweaty ass crack. When my nose is touching his pucker I feel it open up and push out.

“You’re in for it now Stevie-boy. I’ve brewed up a massive butt bomb and your nose is in the direct line of fire. Ngh… Get Skunked handsome… UGH”

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Smell of the undefeated

I can’t believe my boyfriend’s about to fight in an underground wrestling league. My boyfriend, David, has never wrestled in his life but is a huge fan of pro-wrestling. All David has going for him is that he’s fit.

We’re in a ring, located in the center of a supposedly abandoned warehouse, with hundreds of people in the stands surrounding us.   

The reason this is held in a fake abandoned warehouse is because this league is illegal. Bets are openly taken for every match and a wrestler killing their opponent is fine. The staff will take care of the body after the match. And unfortunately we learned that David will be taking on the champion, and he’s known for killing rookies like David.

I’m standing on the outside of the ropes, next to David, who’s posted in the corner, resting against the turnbuckles with a cocky smirk.

“David, I don’t like the sound of this champion. They say he’s undefeated. Just quit now and let's get outta here.” I plead to David.

David laughs, “Haha, relax Dylan, I got this. I’ve heard this guy’s a bottom-heavy bruiser. I’ll run circles around him, tire him out, and have him pinned in the next 5 minutes. I’m gonna be the next champion with you in my corner.” David boasts. Nice words but I still have a bad feeling.

Suddenly, music starts playing and the announcer's voice fills the warehouse. “Ladies and gentlemen, for tonight’s main event we have the debut of our newest wrestler, David Quick.” David holds up his arms, smirking at the crowd, but he’s mostly getting booed.

“And here comes your undefeated champion. The toxic tormentor, the skunky sadist. NASH CHAMBER!”

The crowd goes wild and my eyes widen, as a 6’3 behemoth swaggers towards the ring. He’s wearing a gray, skin-tight wrestling singlet that shows off his Hulk-like muscles. Compared to him, David looks like a malnourished boy.

Chamber steps into the ring and holds up his arms as the crowd cheers wildly for him. As he does a small little circle, me and David’s jaws drop. From behind we see his enormous bubble butt. His singlet looks like it’s being stretched to their limit in containing Nash’s watermelon-sized butt cheeks. 

David shakes his head, getting back into the game, and starts bouncing from foot-to-foot, warming up. 

Once Chamber is done hyping up the crowd the two face off in the center of the ring. David holds up his fists looking determined. While Chamber stands with his hands on his hips, sporting a cocky grin.

The starting bell rings and David punches Chamber right in the chest. Chamber doesn’t even flinch, just keeps smiling. The crowd laughs at David’s weak punch, and I see David turning red with anger. 

“David, keep your cool!” I yell, but he isn’t listening. 

David dashes behind Chamber and cocks back his fist. That’s when I notice Chamber scrunching up his face. 

Before David can punch Chamber in the back of the head…

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Holy shit, Chamber just ripped a 10 second, thunderous fart that’s louder than the cheering crowd of hundreds. David is immediately stepping backwards, covering his nose with his hands and coughing. 

I should hate seeing my boyfriend suffer but that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I have a secret farting kink and I’ve never seen someone fart like that. Chamber looks over at me and gives me a sly smirk and a wink.

The announcer then comments, “Oh, Quick made the worst rookie mistake you can make. Never step in the blast zone of CHAMBER’S NOXIOUS BUTT-CANNON!” His shouts, making the crowd cheer even harder.

Chamber turns around and grabs David by the arm. He then throws him towards the ropes. David bounces off the ropes and is heading back to Chamber. Chamber turns around and jumps. David runs face-first into Chamber’s blubbery, aerial mounds. As soon as they make contact…

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Chamber actually clotheslines David with his gassy ass, knocking him to the ground.

David’s on his back, groaning. Chamber looks down at David, over his shoulder, with a mischievous grin. He then starts smacking his ass with both hands, making his meaty melons wobble.

The crowd then start screaming, “Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo”

“Uh-oh, I hope the rookie brought his umbrella because it looks like it’s about to start raining fat, farting asses!” The announcer calls.

Chambers pulls his legs out from beneath himself, and lets his bulbous backside crash onto David’s face. I wince at the sound of the impact. David weakly tries to push Chamber off of his face, but all he’s really doing is sinking his fingertips into Chamber’s quicksand-like ass fat. 

Chamber curls his hands into fists, grits his teeth, and starts straining. PPPFFFFTTTT

Chamber rips a short but loud, warehouse-echoing poot in David’s face. 

Chamber lifts his titanic rump a foot above David’s face, revealing it. David’s red-faced with teary eyes, and having a coughing fit. 

Not even a second later, Chamber slams his big butt back on David’s face and poots again. He keeps doing this again and again on David’s face.

Up, Slam… RRRHHHHPPPP

Up, Slam… FFFFFDDDDBBB

Up, Slam… PPPVVVRRRRR

Up, Slam… BBBBWWWWFFF 

Chamber does this for several minutes straight; demolishing my boyfriend's face with his weaponized booty.

My boyfriend is getting destroyed by this farting monster and I’m more turned on than worried for his safety. Man, I'm an awful person. 

Chamber finally stands up. With a cocky smirk, he reaches down, grabs David by the hair, and pulls him onto his knees. David looks miserable and defeated.

 Chamber keeps his grip on David’s hair as he points to the turnbuckle. The crowd starts chanting, “Stinkface, Stinkface, Stinkface.”

Chamber drags David to the corner of the ring and lays him down so the back of David's head is lying against the bottom turnbuckle.

Chamber then turns around, and then squats down, aligning his ass with David’s face. Holy shit, I remember watching pro-wrestling when I was younger, and seeing the superstar Rickishi doing this to his opponents.

“Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, here comes Chamber’s tried and true Stinkface. Let’s hope Quick has a sweet tooth because his face is about to be in a whole lot of cake.” The announcer jokes.

And with that, Chamber thrusts his hips back, smothering David’s face with his mountainous mounds of ass fat. 

Chamber immediately starts wiping his bubbly ass from left to right, and up and down, all over David’s face.

Chamber’s eyes find me again and he gives me a wink and this time accompanies it with an air kiss. Fuck, this guy’s humiliating my boyfriend, he shouldn’t be turning me on.

Still wearing a cocky smirk, Chamber narrows his eyes in concentration before he starts lighting David’s face up with farts as he continues to Stinkface him.

PPPPPPFFFFFHHHHHHPPPPPP-FFFFFFFFWWWWWWWBBBBBBBDDDDDDD-RRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLOOOOOOPPPPPPPP-BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKTTTTTTTTTTTT

Chamber unleashes a barrage of monstrous farts that can be heard over the crowd’s laughing and cheering.

After five minutes, Chamber finally gets off of David’s face. He throws both hands in the air, making the crowd cheer even harder for him. David looks half-dead, still resting against the bottom turnbuckle, barely moving.

Chamber pulls down the shoulder straps of his wrestling singlet, revealing his ripped upper body. He yells to the crowd, “Has he had enough?” before cupping a hand next to his ear, interacting with his fans.

“NO” the crowd cries. Then they start chanting, “Gas Him, Gas Him, Gas Him.” 

With a wicked grin, Chamber gives a shrug. “Oh well, the people have spoken.” Chamber proceeds to pull his singlet completely off, now standing in the ring in only a gray jockstrap. 

I’m both hard and scared as Chamber’s meaty moons pour out of their confines and bounce freely in the open. In big black letters, Chamber has a word tattooed on each butt cheek.

‘GAS’ is tattooed on his left buttcheek and ‘CHAMBER’ is tattooed on the right one.

Chamber cups his hands beneath both cheeks and starts jiggling them, making the crowd go wild. 

“Uh-oh, it looks like the rookie’s headed straight for the Gas Chamber. Guess this is it for Quick. When the champ shoves someone into the Gas Chamber, they never come out alive.” The announcer explains.

Chamber walks back over to David and grabs him by the hair again. He drags David back to the center of the ring, on his knees.

David looks like a train wreck and is begging for mercy, but Chamber just ignores him. Chamber turns around, putting his bulbous, tattooed butt in David’s face. 

With Chamber’s free hand, he reaches back and spreads open his globes before unceremoniously shoving David’s face into his toxic trench of an ass crack.

David’s face rapidly sinks into Chamber’s deep, voracious ass. Chamber’s pushy hand and swiveling hips work in tandem to bury David even deeper into the Gas Chamber.

Finally, Chamber lets go of his buttcheek. Chamber’s thick globes wrap around David’s head and make contact with each other. I’m horny/horrified by David’s entire head being completely entombed in Chamber’s gargantuan rump, with the words ‘Gas’ and ‘Chamber’ side-by-side.

“Quick’s locked up in the Gas Chamber and the champ looks like he’s raring to go. The longest someone’s survived in the Gas Chamber is three minutes. Let’s hope this lousy rookie can at least set a new record.” the announcer comments.

Chamber bends his knees slightly, and curls his hands into fists. He then closes his eyes and grits his teeth, and then starts grunting and straining.

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Chamber is a machine. He keeps ripping monstrous farts that last from 10-15 seconds, pointblank in David’s face. Even with the cheering crowd and David’s face in front of his asshole, Chamber’s farts can still be heard all around the warehouse.

 David was already weak in the beginning but his flailing limbs are looking weaker by the second. I try for Chamber’s attention before it’s too late.

“Wait, please stop!” I cry.

Chamber opens his eyes and looks at me. A cocky smirk forms on his face but his farting has paused for the moment.

“Oh, looks like Quick’s boyfriend is trying to plead to Chamber to spare him.” The announcer observes. 

Chamber flexes his glutes, trapping David’s head as he walks up to me, dragging a crawling David behind him.

“Please let him go, he’s already lost.” I beg when Chamber is standing in front of me.

“Sorry bud, but when I put someone in the Gas Chamber, they’re done with their living. Why should I make an exception for this loser?” Chamber asks with a smarmy grin.

“Please don’t, I-I’ll give you anything.”

“Hmm, anything you say? Well for me to even consider letting this loser live, I’m gonna need an incentive. How about a kiss on the lips and then we'll talk?” Chamber suggests shocking me into silence. 

To get the ball rolling again, Chamber closes one eye and grunts, ripping a squeaky fart in David’s face. “Ah, you better hurry before your chump suffocates in the Gas Chamber.”

I surge forward and plant my lips on his, kissing him. Wolf-whistling and cat calls erupt from the crowd. 

I pull my lips from his, blushing. I can’t deny that, that was an amazing kiss.

“Alright then, here’s the deal: to get him out you're gonna have to take his place in the Gas Chamber.” Chamber says, making me choke on my spit.

“But not now. You’re gonna wait around, out here, after this match and everyone leaves. I’m gonna come back out into this ring and you’re gonna willingly bury your face in my Gas Chamber. Agree to this and I’ll let your loser-of-a-boyfriend live.”

I’m blindsided, not knowing what to say.

“Do we have a deal? Or am I sending this loser to the afterlife?” Chamber cocks his left leg and rips a greasy fart, further torturing my Gas Chambered boyfriend.

I audibly swallow, nervous about this arrangement. I nod my head and say, “Yes”.

“Great, let's get your boy-toy out of my Gas Chamber, shall we?” Chamber reaches back with both hands and spreads open his bubbly cheeks, revealing the back of David’s head. Chamber grits his teeth, scrunches up his face, and starts grunting and straining. 

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A roaring, thunderous fart, that has the entire ring quaking, explodes out of Chamber’s ass. David’s launched out of the Gas Chamber, and lands on the ring floor, on his back, dry-heaving.

The crowd starts booing and the announcer voices his annoyance. 

“What the hell is this? Why is our champion letting someone out of the Gas Chamber alive? It looks like Chamber is going soft.” The announcer complains.

Chamber narrows his eyes and glares murderously at the announcer who’s standing just outside of the ring, with a microphone, looking towards the crowd. Chamber stomps toward him. I can’t help but stare as the mounds of his Gas Chamber bounce and clap against each other with every step.

Chamber reaches through the ropes, grabs the screaming announcer by the hair, and pulls him into the ring. Chamber forces the announcer to his knees and takes the microphone away from him.

“So ya’ll won’t be happy unless I leave a corpse in the ring, huh? Then so be it.” Chamber addresses the crowd and then looks down at the announcer with a devilish grin. “And since you agree with them, I’m sure these last few minutes of your life will put a smile on your face. Into the Gas Chamber with you.”

Chamber wheels around, putting his fat, tattooed globes right in the frightened announcer's face. Chamber reaches back, spreading his cheeks with his free hand. He then carelessly pulls the screaming man’s face into the Gas Chamber. 

I watch as another victim’s entire head is consumed by Chamber’s enormous ass.  

The crowd’s cheering again and starts chanting, “Gas Him, Gas Him, Gas Him”

Chamber widens his stance, curls his hands into fists, and grits his teeth.

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An ungodly fart roars out of Chamber’s ass and into the announcer’s face for 5 minutes straight. This behemoth-of-a-fart doesn’t seem humanly possible. Me and others nearby have to cover our ears from how loud it is. And as I look around I see a slightly brown tint in the air. 

2 minutes into the monstrous fart, and I see the announcer’s struggling body go limp, but that doesn’t stop Chamber. 

Once this massive leviathan-of-a-fart comes to an end, Chamber pulls the guy out of the Gas Chamber and lets his body fall to the ground. 

Another announcer runs out from the back and slides into the ring. He takes the microphone and lifts Chamber’s hand into the air. “And here is your undefeated champion: NASH CHAMBER!”

And the crowd goes wild for him. Chamber swaggers up to me with a cocky grin. “Don’t forget the deal.” He reminds me.

“I-I won’t” I reply. Chamber gives me another wink and heads backstage. People come out to help David and deal with the announcer’s body. As the rest of the crowd leaves, I wait just outside the ring. 

I’ve been pacing for the last 15 minutes when David comes out from backstage. I smile as I try to give him a hug, but he steps back, out of reach. 

“I’m sorry Dylan but we’re over. And I’m leaving the city. Nash ordered me to do this or he’d put me back in the Gas Chamber. And this time no one would be able to save me.” With that David just leaves. 

I feel empty as I watch him leave. This monster cost me my boyfriend and now he’s about to destroy me. The only silver lining is that he’s gonna fart in my face.

A few minutes later, the place is eerily deserted, and Chamber comes back out from backstage. He’s still only wearing a gray jockstrap  

As we both get into the ring, Chamber starts to speak. “You know, wrestling as long as I have, you learn to read people both inside and outside the ring. The moment my eyes landed on you I knew what you were. Heh, when I first farted in my match, you were blushing like an untouched virgin.”

It’s frightening how perceptive he is. 

“I immediately knew that I had to make you mine. That loser Quick doesn’t deserve you. No, you deserve to accompany a winner like me to the ring.”

My eyes widen; Chamber is still smirking.

“Tell me you don’t want me to fart on you, tell me you don’t want to stick your face in the Gas Chamber. Tell me and you can go. I won’t stop you.”

I look down at his lips, unable to look him in the eyes. Unable to confess the truth.

A wolfish grin forms on his lips. Chamber walks up to me and then spins around and presses his bare ass against my lower midsection. 

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I feel his warm butt air venting against me. The stench of rotten eggs and broccoli reaches my nose. My breathing is becoming faster.

Chamber looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a knowing grin. “I know a fart-sniffer when I see one. Stop fighting it. Beg me to fart on you. Beg me to put you in the Gas Chamber.”

I can’t do it.

Chamber suddenly grabs me and quickly but gently takes me to the ground. With experienced maneuvering, I find myself in a reverse head-scissor hold. My head’s trapped between his muscular thighs with his tattooed bubble butt right in my face.

He flexes ‘Gas’ and ‘Chamber’, and once he relaxes them…

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He blasts me with a loud butt bomb that trumpets throughout the warehouse, my face being in its way be damned. His sulfuric, nose hair-singeing fumes are nauseatingly amazing.

After a few moments of no more farts, I glance up, over Chamber’s fleshy hillside-mounds, and see him peering back at me with a cheeky grin.

Why isn’t he farting anymore? Then I remember his words.

I bring my hands up and start running them all over his rotund, fat-coated globes.I love the feel of his butt-blubber pouring through the gaps of my fingers.

With his ass fat nearly covering my mouth, I beg, “Please fart in my face.” 

“Aw such manners. Now there’s a good fart-sniffer. Enjoy… NGH”

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A typhoon of hot, sulfuric ass wind flies up my nose and I love it. Chamber tightens his quads around my head, pulling me in and smothering my face against his pillowy yet firm buttcheeks.

Chamber starts swiveling his hips, rubbing his bare bum all over my face while unleashing a category 5 fart storm.

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“Yeah that’s it. Kiss it!”

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 “Taste it!” 

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“Show it the love it deserves!”

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“Worship my nasty, unbeatable booty!”

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Spurred on by his words and huffing up all his noxious ass gas, I start peppering his meaty globes with kisses, and licking the sweat trickling from his ass crack. 

This is too much, I feel like I’m about to shoot. My body’s starting to shake.

“Whoa-whoa, let’s pump the brakes. We don’t want the fun to end too soon.” Chamber says as he frees me from his head-scissor and rolls me onto my back, before lying his enormous self on top of me, making me groan. 

“Here, maybe this’ll cool you down.” He continues with an arched eyebrow.

Chamber lifts up his arm and plants his sweaty armpit on my face. He then starts wiping his armpit from left to right, drenching my face in his musky sweat.

Even though I’m loving this too, it does surprisingly start to cool me down. So caught up, I don’t even realize that I’m licking Chamber’s sweaty pit until he jumps off of me and growls. “You’re fucking insatiable, I can’t take it any more. It’s time to put you in the Gas Chamber.”

Something sounding so foreboding shouldn’t sound so hot. 

Chamber stands up and faces away from me. I get onto my knees and come face-to-face with his thick cakes. The words ‘GAS’ and ‘CHAMBER’ are right before my eyes. 

Unable to resist, I bring my face towards his ass but he takes a step forward, putting distance between us. “Beg” He growls, huskily.

“Please put me in the Gas Chamber. I’ve never wanted anything more.” I beg.

Chamber reaches back with both hands and spreads open his beefy slabs, revealing his asshole. 

I follow his silent command, diving my face in between his imprisoning cheeks; pressing my nose and lips against his asshole. 

Chamber lets go of his cheeks, entombing my entire head in his Gas Chamber.

“There you go, nice and trapped in my Gas Chamber, with no way to escape… FGH” 

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I take a 9 second, eggy fart, right up the nose. So turned on by his raunchy ass fumes, I start licking his winking, sweaty pucker. Chamber moans above me. 

“Oh fuck yeah. Eat my nasty, butt-bombing hole you crazy fucker” RRHHBBRR “Eat this too while you’re at it” BBWWTTDD “Yeah keep that throat open, I’m dropping another air biscuit down your gullet” FFMMOOHT “Fuck yeah, you’re a perfect, willing fart-sniffer” RRFFVVBBB “Gonna get you addicted to my stinky ass gas” PPWWLLAB “Make sure you’re in my bed every night” FFHHTSTSSS “Begging me to lock your face in my Gas Chamber” BBBBRRRRR-MMMMMOOOOO-DDDDTTTTTT

“Damn, you’ve been locked up in the Gas Chamber for 7 minutes and you’re still frenching with my hole like some love-sick teenager. As soon as I trap someone in there, they’re already trying to escape, but not you. Let’s see if this big fella heading your way will fix that. Oh well, it’s not like it really matters. No one escapes the Gas Chamber… NGH”

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Chamber unleashes another one of his inhumanely loud and long farts, right in my face. I take in deep breaths, torturing my lungs with his digested meat and onion smelling fumes. Even for a fart lover like me, it’s too much and I pass out halfway through. Right after I shoot my load in my boxers.

I groan as I come to. My face repeatedly bumping against something soft yet firm, awakens me. I open my eyes and right in my face is Chamber’s fat ass in a pair of black, form-fitting compression shorts. I’m slung over his shoulder and we’re walking through the deserted parking lot.

“What’s happening? Where are we going?” I ask, groggily.

“Heh, don’t you remember? You’re mine now. We’re heading back to my place. Why don’t you get some more sleep? When you wake up you’ll be in my bed and your handsome mug will be heading back into my Gas Chamber. Deep huffs fart-sniffer.”

Chamber pauses in the middle of the parking lot and hikes up his left leg with my upside-down face in front of his bubble butt.

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Smell of the debt collector: part 2

Nick felt guilty about running off four years ago and leaving his ex-fiance Steve to deal with his gambling debt to the Rossi family.  But today Nick feels jealous since he’s heard that not only has Steve paid-off the debt, he’s living in a big, beautiful house.

Nick's also heard that Steve’ll be gone for the weekend for some computer expo, so Nick’s decided to break into his home and steal everything he can. Nick’s still gambling heavily and is low on money, so he won’t feel too guilty after robbing Steve. Nick knows it’s a risk returning to Rossi controlled territory, but he’ll be in and out before anyone notices.

It’s midnight and Nick picklocks the backdoor and slips inside. He silently creeps through the dark and quiet house.

As Nick slinks through the kitchen, a huge fist comes out of the shadows and hits him right in the face, laying him out on the ground. 

Nick holds his jaw in pain. “Ow, what the fu-”

Nick’s cut off as a huge, warm, pillowy object sits on his face, smothering him. It’s muffled but Nick hears a voice say, “Shut up and get Skunked bitch! …HGH”

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A huge explosion erupts in Nick’s face, rattling him to the core. Then an unholy stench of rotten eggs and digested meat crawls up his nose. Nick tries to buck the mysterious object off his face but it isn’t budging. In a matter of seconds, Nick’s overwhelmed and passes out.

Nick cries in pain as he’s woken up by a hard slap to the face. Nick’s alarmed to find himself on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles tied together. It looks like he’s in a basement and not alone. With wide eyes he takes in the tan, muscular man, standing in front of him, who’s only wearing a pair of black slacks.

The man squats down so he’s on eye level with Nick, and gives him a lopsided grin. “Hello there Nick. Mind telling me why you’re sneaking around my home?”

Nick feels nervous. How does this guy know his name?

“I’m sorry this was a complete mistake. I thought this was Steve Brock’s house.”

“Well you’re half right. This is Steve Brock-Rossi’s house, but mine too. I’m Stefano Rossi, his husband.” Stefano informs him.

Nick goes pale.

“Let’s cut the shit Nick, where’s my fucking money? Oh and since you fucked over my now-husband, you now owe me 500,000.” Stefano angrily growls.

Nick knows who Stefano Rossi is and his methods, so he starts pleading. “Please Mr. Rossi I don't have that kinda money, please don’t Skunk me.”

Stefano gives a shark-like grin. “Well if you ain’t got my money, then you can save your worthless words for my booty.”

Stefano turns around, revealing his enormous, slacks-covered bubble butt. Nick’s horrified by its immense size. Each of his ass cheeks are bigger than Nick’s head.

Stefano puts his hands on his knees, and arches his back, sticking his bulbous backside right into Nick’s face.

“Please-” Nick tries again but Stefano cuts him off.

“The only thing I wanna hear from your broke, backstabbing mouth is you choking on my farts. GET SKUNKED BITCH… GGH”

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A huge fart roars out of Stefano’s ass with enough power to blow back Nick’s hair. Nick immediately starts dry-heaving on what smells like sulfur mixed with raw sewage. His lungs feel like they’re on fire as he breathes it in.

“This is for the Rossi family, for not paying what you owe… HGH”

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“This is for me, for making me do all the work of luring you here so I can Skunk you out… FGH”

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“And this is for my Stevie-boy, for screwing over someone who’s clearly out of your league… GGH”

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Stefano keeps pelting Nick’s face with huge, putrid-smelling farts. Nick’s gagging and his eyes are watering from Stefano’s potent and raunchy ass wind. Nick feels like he’s gonna throw up.

Nick rapidly blinks his eyes to stop the tears so he can see. When he does, he frowns because Stefano is gone.

Suddenly he feels a big warm object pressing against the left side of his head.

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What’s obviously Stefano’s ass pulls away and a second later it’s pressed against the right side of Nick’s head.

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Then it’s pressed against the back of Nick’s head.

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Finally, everything goes dark for Nick as Stefano thrusts his beefy ass into Nick’s face.

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The overpowering stench of digested meat and spices is too much for Nick and he passes out.

Nick regains consciousness and groans as he finds himself still restrained, on his knees, in the basement. But what is new is the gas mask covering his mouth and nose. A long black hose is protruding from the front and Nick follows it with his eyes. Nick follows it to a nearly naked Stefano Rossi standing a few feet away. He’s only wearing a black jock strap. 

With a sly grin, Stefano turns around showing-off his bare, fuzzy mounds.

Nick then notices the end of the other side of the hose in Stefano’s hand. Still grinning at Nick, over his shoulder, Stefano buries the end of the hose deep in between his fat globes.

“Last time I Skunked you, a lot of my gas was wasted. But with this, you’ll have to inhale every molecule of my skunky fumes. Tell me if this works.” Stefano scrunches up his face in concentration and then grunts.

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A long trumpeting fart echoes and flows down the tube until it hits Nick, right up the nose. Nick starts screaming and thrashing his head as the noxious scent assaults his sense of smell.

Stefano smiles in content at the sound of Nick’s suffering. “Ah, sounds like it’s working. While I’m Skunking you, let me tell you my grand idea.”

“Let’s face it, your broke ass ain’t got that kinda money, but I’ve got a win-win solution” FART “To pay off your debt you’ll work for me as my personal fart-sniffer” FART “I win because I won’t have to smell my own farts and Stevie-boy won’t bitch at me for stinking up the house” FART “And you win because you’ll still be alive” FART “Also this position comes with some good benefits” FART “You get free room and board” FART “What does it matter that this is your new room and you’ll usually be bound up” FART “And you’ll also get free meals” FART “Who cares that I’ll be Skunking everything you eat” FART

“Now let's talk about your salary, I’m thinking 25 cent a fart” PPRRBB “And that’s good news for you because I fart at least 100 times a day” FFWWTT “You’ll be earning at least 25 bucks a day” RRLLMM “Your 500,000 dollar debt will be paid off in no time” FFDDPP “It’ll just take you the rest of your naturally born life” BBBBLLLLLOOOOORRRRR

Nick’s retching and screaming in the gas mask as Stefano pumps one noxious fart after another down the hose.The stench of rotten eggs and Stefano’s personal ass musk has Nick feeling nauseous, and his words are turning his stomach as well. Stefano’s detailing a horrific nightmare Nick would never want to experience. He's shaking his head vigorously from the idea and the stench.

Stefano’s glancing back at Nick with a cheeky little grin. “Wow, it seems like you really want the job, which is a good thing because let's face it, I’m not giving you a choice… NGH” 

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“Do a good job and there might be a promotion for you in the future. You might move up and become my rim-bitch, though I’ll have to run it by Stevie-boy… GGH”

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“Uh-oh I feel a big one coming. Buckle up fart-sniffer, this butt bomb’s going to be a doozy… NGH”

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Nick’s forced to inhale every ounce of Stefano’s vile, eggy farts. It’s too much and Nick’s passing-out once again.

Nick comes to and he finds himself on his back. From the look of the ceiling, he’s still in the basement.

Nick makes a noise of confusion as he discovers that he can’t move his body, and his face is poking out of a perfectly sized hole for it. Nick looks around and realizes his face is sticking out of the seat of a big, black, leather recliner chair. Oh no, Stefano’s gonna sit on his face as he farts.

Nick’s yells are muffled, just now noticing that his mouth has been duct-taped shut. 

Stefano’s grinning face pops into view and he’s all sweaty. “Hey Nick, I just got back from the gym. Now I gotta warn ya, my pre-workout protein shake makes me super gassy. Get to work fart-sniffer , oh and ignore all the sweat.”

With that, Stefano turns around, revealing that he’s wearing another jockstrap. Nick looks up fearfully at Stefano’s bare, sweat-glistening cakes that are eclipsing his face in its shadow.

Without a sliver of restraint, Stefano carelessly sits down hard on Nick’s face, making Nick grunt. It’s accompanied with a wet squelch thanks to all that sweat. 

Nick’s practically being drowned in all of Stefano’s ass fat and sweat covering his face. And worst of all, his nose is nestled in between Stefano’s fat butt cheeks. 

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Stefano immediately rips a huge, wet fart right in Nick’s face. It stinks of rotten fish, and has Nick’s eyes watering.

“Ah that felt good. You know I’ve been saving all of my gas, since I hit the gym, just for you. No need to thank me”

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“Isn’t this perfect, fart-sniffer. From this day forward, you’ll be huffing up dozens and dozens of my farts, everyday, for the rest of your life. Doesn’t that sound like a dream-come-true.”

Stefano rips another long, wet-sounding, eggy fart up Nick’s nose. Nick shakes his head, as much as he can, trying to dislodge his nose from Stefano’s ass crack.

Stefano smirks, feeling this. “Oh, and here I thought you finally understood your place. You’re nothing more than my fart-sniffer now. Seems like I’ll have to break your mind, body, and spirit for you to understand.”

Nick greedily inhales cool air as Stefano lifts his titanic rump off of his face. It only lasts for a second before Stefano slams his meaty bum back down on Nick’s face. 

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“Ah, I’m gonna break your mind. Make it so that all you think about is my smelly ass. You’ll wake up and go to sleep thinking about my skunky farts.”

Stefano lifts his ass up and slams it back down on Nick’s face again.

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“Oh yeah, I’m gonna break your body. My farts are gonna be baked into your skin permanently. Even if you were to escape, which you won't, you'd be shunned by everyone because you’d always stink of my putrid fumes.”

Stefano once again rises up and drops his immense posterior back on Nick’s face.

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“And finally, I’ll break your spirit. You’ll revere my booty like a god. You’ll pray to it for mercy but all it will show you is this… NGH”

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Stefano keeps bouncing his bubble butt on Nick’s face and farting for a while. Nick’s face is wet from Stefano’s butt sweat and his own tears. He’s starting to understand that this is his new life now.

So far, everytime Nick’s woken up, it’s to a new form of Stefano’s Skunking torture. Nick’s very surprised to find himself still trapped in the chair.

Nick hears a door opening and Stefano talking; he’s not alone.

A few moments later, four men’s faces, including Stefano’s, pop into view, peering down at Nick’s face. With how much the three look like Stefano, it’s obvious they are Rossi.

“Hey buddy, say hi to the family.” Stefano gestures to the guy younger and less muscular than him. “This is my little cousin Lorenzo”

He then points to the fat yet muscular guy, who looks to be in his forties. “And this is my uncle Enzo.”

He lastly introduces the man who looks like an older version of himself, with a bit of a gut. “And this is my father, Santino.”

Santino frowns down at Nick’s face sticking out the seat of the chair. “What the hell is this boy?”

“This is my fart-sniffer” Stefano states proudly, making the other Rossi men balk. 

“What the hell do you do with him?” asks Lorenzo.

“Well Steve loves me but when I’m real gassy he kicks me out of the house and makes me fart in the backyard. Even in winter. But with my fart-sniffer, I can fart in his face all I want. And with him huffing up my farts, me and Steve don’t have to smell my gas.”

Santino looks down at Nick in wonder. “Your mother does the same to me when I’m gassy.”

Enzo nods, “Your aunt too.”

“And my girl Gina kicks my ass out of her place too when I gotta fart.” Lorenzo adds.

Stefano’s grin broadens. “Well why don’t you give my fart-sniffer a try” Stefano offers.

“Me first!” Lorenzo shouts, before flinging himself onto the chair, planting his perky butt on Nick’s face, making him groan in pain.

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Nick gets a faceful of Lorenzo’s eggy fart, making him gag. Nick grimaces as he starts sniffing up Lorenzo’s noxious vapors, this is his purpose.

“Ah, man this is great cuz. He’s huffing it all up and I don't gotta smell any of it.”

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The youngest rips a short squeaky fart up Nick’s nose that smells much worse than the last, but nowhere near Stefano’s level. It still has Nick coughing.

Lorenzo laughs, “Haha count yourselves lucky for this fart-sniffer or I’d have had all of you choking on that one.” 

Enzo scoffs, “Out of the way son, let me show you how your papa rips gas.”

Lorenzo hops off of Nick’s face. Enzo steps up to the chair and spins around. Nick nervously gazes up at the fat, blubbery ass lording above his face. 

WHAM

Enzo drops his huge butt onto Nick’s face, burying him under what feels like a mountain of ass fat. Nick cries in pain.

Enzo hikes up his right leg and…

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Enzo pushes out a bubbly, long fart up Nick’s nose. Nick’s eyes are watering as he sniffs up what smells like rotten seafood and onions.

“Oh yeah son, I had your mom’s cooking before coming here and you know what that does to my stomach. You're lucky I didn’t fart in the car, hotboxing you on the way here.”

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“Ah, you all should be grateful for this fart-sniffer. It's only because of him that you three are still conscious, hehe” Enzo boasts.

Santino rolls his eyes, “Please Enzo, back in the day, you’d always lose to me when we’d have a farting competition. Move out of the way, it’s the master’s turn.”

Enzo hmphs as he gets up, but not before ripping one last fart on Nick’s face.

Santino has a similar bubble butt to Stefano but not as big. Nick can’t observe it too much because Santino quickly drops his ass onto Nick’s face, hurting his nose.

Santino digs his fingertips into the arms of the chair, grounds his ass down harder on Nick’s face, and grits his teeth. “NGH… Let me show you boys why my Maria kicks me out of the house when I’m feeling gassy… UGH”

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A monstrous fart roars out of Santino’s ass and into Nick’s face. It reeks of digested meat and cabbage. Nick’s retching and gagging as he breathes it in.

Enzo and Lorenzo look on, slack-jawed, amazed by Santino’s fart. Stefano wears a sly, lopsided grin.

Santino smirks at his nephew and brother. “Oh yeah you two, welcome to the big leagues… GGH”

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An even bigger fart explodes out of Santino’s ass, sickening Nick further.

Stefano snickers, catching his father’s ire.

“You guys remember that I’m infamous for Skunking people who owe us money, right? It's amusing that you guys think you’re even competition.”

“Then come on over and show us how it’s done, boy.” Santino challenges as he gets up. 

With a shit-eating grin, Stefano steps up to the chair and wheels around. Nick whimpers as Stefano’s bulbous globes eclipse his face in it’s shadow. 

Instead of sitting, Stefano just stands where he is, with his hands on his hips. Stefano takes a deep breath and then gives a relieving sigh.

Lorenzo frowns, “What are y-” Stefano cuts him off.

Still smirking, Stefano holds up a finger, “Wait for it.” he says to everyone’s confusion.

Suddenly Nick is dry-heaving and tears are streaming down his face. He’s hit by Stefano’s atrocious sbd. It reeks of raw sewage and methane. 

The stench quickly spreads throughout the basement. The three other Rossi men take a step back and cover their mouths and noses with their hands.

“Ugh, the smells inhuman” “I think something crawled up your ass and died, boy” “Steve should’ve kicked your ass to the curb long ago if you’re farting like that” The three bemoan. 

Stefano grins, reveling in their disgust. Proving to them that they’re no match for his Skunking abilities.

Stefano takes a seat, planting his slacks-covered, fat bum on Nick’s face, hard.

Stefano scrunches up his face and starts grunting and straining. “HGH… Watch and learn gentlemen. This is how you overwhelm a professional fart-sniffer… FGH”

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Stefano unleashes a behemoth of a fart that lasts over three minutes, putting Santino’s fart to shame. The stench of rancid fish swimming in a sea of sulfur overwhelms Nick and he passes out at the one minute mark.

The three Rossi men are horrified by the length of Stefano’s fart. It also has so much power that it has the ground vibrating beneath them.

Stefano sighs in relief as his massive fart comes to a sputtering end. He then wipes the sweat off the brow of his reddened face. 

Stefano opens his eyes and sees that the basement door’s open and the three men are gone. He hears them trampling and coughing up the stairs. 

Stefano laughs and calls out after them, “What’s the matter guys? Is it something I said? Hahaha”

Even though no one’s there to witness it, Stefano rips a few more poots on Nick’s unconscious face.

Hours, days, weeks? Nick doesn’t know how long he's been Stefano’s fart-sniffer, but he’s come to terms with that this is the point of his existence. Stefano’s broken him; Nick’s done trying to resist and escape. Nick’s meant to sniff up Stefano’s farts and anyone else’s he permits, in this basement, forever.

Nick’s bound up, on his knees, when Stefano surprises him by undoing his restraints. With a cheeky grin, Stefano says, “You’ve been such a good fart-sniffer that you’ve earned yourself a reward. We’re gonna get you outta this room and take a little stroll around the house.”

Nick looks at him gratefully. “Thank you master.”

Stefano's grin turns wicked as he continues, “However, there is a caveat” Stefano shows off the roll of duct tape in his free hand.

Stefano quickly spins around, putting his meaty ass right in Nick’s face. As usual, all Stefano’s wearing is a jockstrap.

Before Nick can react, Stefano reaches back, grabs the back of his neck, and pulls Nick’s face into his fat ass, burying it in his abyss-like ass crack.

Once Stefano feels Nick’s nose touching his asshole, he uses the duct tape to wrap a long strip around his waist and the back of Nick’s head, keeping his face trapped in his big ass. Stefano does this several times over, ensuring Nick can’t escape. 

Nick can’t see a thing, all he can feel is Stefano’s fat cakes enveloping his face. And all he can breathe is Stefano’s butt musk.

Once he’s finished, Stefano takes a few steps forward, forcing Nick to clumsily crawl forward as well.

Stefano snickers, “Alright fart-sniffer, let's head on upstairs and say hello to someone from your old life.”

After a tiring weekend away, Steve’s glad to be back home. “I’m home, Stef.” Steve shouts as he heads to the kitchen to get something to drink. 

After Steve pop-opens a can of Diet Coke, he hears heavy, slow steps and poots heading towards him, coming from further in the house. 

Steve can’t help but blush, it's been days since Stefano last Skunked him.

Steve loves Stefano’s farts but sometimes it’s too much for even him to handle. When Stefano’s really gassy, Steve forces him to fart in the backyard. Even Steve has his limit.

Stefano enters the kitchen, smirking, and Steve’s jaw drops. Stefano steps into the room with a man crawling behind him, and his face is duct-taped to Stefano’s ass. 

This whole situation is turning Steve on, but he has to put his foot down. “Stefano we already agreed that you won’t bring your work into the house! If you have to bring it home then you do it in the garage.” Steve admonishes him.

“But Steve-boy, we should make an exception, this one time. After all, don't you recognize him?” Stefano asks with a wolfish grin.

Stefano turns to the right, making the man strapped to his ass do the same, giving Steve a side-profile of the both of them. Steve sees the dice tattoo on the mystery victim’s ankle and gasps.

“Is that Nick?” asks Steve.

“Heh, it was Nick, but now he’s just my fart-sniffer. I don’t even see him as a person; hell, I doubt he even sees himself as a person, anymore.”

Steve has so many questions but doesn’t know where to start. Stefano sees this and decides to explain. “Before you left, I lured Nick here with some rumors. I made sure he didn't catch that we were together. When he came to rob you, I easily captured him. I’ve been Skunking him this entire weekend; breaking his mind, turning him into nothing but my fart-sniffer. 

Now I can remain in the house when my gas gets really bad. I’ll just get my handy fart-sniffer and fart down his throat. This is a gift for the both of us.” 

Steve shakes his head in awe. “How can you make destroying someone else's life both hot and sweet at the same time?”

For a split moment, Nick believed that his ex would save him, that he’d be freed. But his words kill that dream. Nick gives a muffled, defeated whine, from in between Stefano’s fat cheeks.

Stefano glares down at his fart-sniffer, over his shoulder. “Did you really think he’d help you after the shit you pulled? Choke on this fart-sniffer!” Stefano growls.

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Stefano’s big, beefy fart fires right up Nick’s nose, making him gag and cough. 

Stefano can tell this is turning on his husband. With an impish grin, Stefano closes in on Steve, ripping a loud poot in his fart-sniffer’s face with every step.

Stefano pulls Steve into a bone-crushing hug and whispers in his ear, “My new fart-sniffer changes nothing, you know I never run outta gas. I’m still gonna be Skunking your handsome face on a daily basis.” 

Steve smiles, blushing. “Asshole.” 

Stefano returns a loving smile, “You know you love it.” They then start kissing, conveying how much they missed each other over the weekend.

Nick hears the two kissing, wishing it were him. He wishes he was still with Steve and never fucked him over. He wishes this new life of his was just a terrible nightmare that he’ll wake up from.

Stefano ends Nick’s wishful thinking as his ass lips open, push out, and smooch the tip of Nick’s nose.

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Smell of a mugger

I’m a very successful financial analyst in the big city. Even though I’m wealthy, I enjoy drinking in gay dive bars in less favorable areas. There's never too many patrons in these bars and I like to drink by myself.

After one and a half beers, I leave. My hybrid's parked a block away. Out of nowhere, I’m dragged into a dark alley and slammed against a brickwall.

I'm pinned against the wall by a man. He’s wearing black basketball shorts and a black wife-beater. His attire shows off his muscular body, intimidating me. His mouth and nose are masked by a black bandana he has wrapped around his face, and he’s wearing a dark blue baseball cap. He's glaring at me with his green eyes.

“Give me your wallet!” He snarls.

Although I’m scared, I notice something. He’s pinning me to the wall with both hands. He has no weapon and I don’t see the indent of one in his shorts.

“You have no weapon.”

He narrows his eyes, “Oh, I'm armed with your worst nightmare. Now don’t test me and give me your wallet.”

I glance down again, seeing no weapon. “No.” 

“Should’ve just given me your wallet.” He growls.

While keeping me pinned against the wall with one hand, my mugger spins around, showing me his back. I look down and my eyes widen. This guy’s sporting a dump-truck ass. He has two thicc cakes stuffed into a pair of shorts that are barely able to contain them. The seam of his shorts is wedged deep in between his bubbly globes; each is bigger than my head.

He backs his ass into me. With him being taller his meaty cheeks press against my stomach. I’m already confused but even more so when I hear him grunting.

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A 6 second explosion erupts out of his ass and rumbles against me. 

“D-did you just fart on me?” I cry.

He looks back at me, over his shoulder. His mouth is covered but I can tell he’s smirking. 

“You tell me. Get a whiff of this bitch!” He pulls his ass a few inches away from me and starts wafting the smell up towards my face.

I gag as the stench of rotten eggs and garlic assaults my nose. It has my eyes watering. 

“Haha, how’s that smell bitch? You could’ve just given me your wallet and I would’ve left. But instead, you chose this...”

He thrust his huge, meaty ass back onto my stomach, and unleashes a barrage of beefy farts.

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“Oh yeah, smell my stink. Still think I’m unarmed?”

He vents one trumpeting fart after another onto me. Each one strong enough to rattle me to the bone. The stench quickly spreads, clouding the entire alleyway with his eggy fumes.

I’m a coughing and retching mess. Breathing in nothing but his farts has me in a haze. 

My mugger releases my shirt and removes his ass. Feeling so weak, I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the alley floor.

Hearing him chuckle, I notice him squatting down, aligning my face with his bulbous rump. I whimper.

He looks back at me with a cruel glint in his eyes. “Don't give me that. You brought this on yourself.”

WHUMP

He thrusts his ass back, burying my face in his musky, blubbery moons. The back of my head is pressed against the wall so I’ve got no way to escape. His immense amount of ass fat is dominating and smothering my whole face.

“How about a transaction? I’ll take the contents of your wallet, and your mouth will take the contents of my colon.” As I feel him reach into my pocket for my wallet, he starts rocking his ample bum on my face, somehow working my mouth open.

I shudder as I feel his glutes flex and then relax.

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A 40 second typhoon of his noxious ass gas blasts into my open mouth, ballooning my cheeks and poisoning my lungs. 

I’ve never tasted or smelled something so terrible in all my life. My gagging and crying are muffled by his pillowy mounds.

Once his monstrous fart ends, he starts wiping his crack around my face, working it into my pores. 

After a minute of this, he finally frees my face from his ass. I fall onto my side, coughing and gasping for fresh air.

I look up, seeing my wallet lying on the ground, in front of me, and the mugger exiting the alley. Just before leaving, he looks back at me. I can see cruel humor in his green eyes. “Hope you like the smell of my farts because you’re gonna be smelling like them for the next few days, no matter how much you wash. Enjoy, bitch!” He taunts before leaving.

It takes me 5 minutes to stand and retrieve my wallet. He stole the 350 dollars I had, but nothing else. My credit cards and ids are all here.

I make my way to my car and drive home. As I’m driving, I ponder.

The truth of the matter is that I have a farting fetish. True, that experience was frightening, but it also turned me on. That was the first time someone's ever farted on me. I hope he didn’t notice me getting hard.

A normal person would go to the police and never go near that bar again, but not me. No one’s ever farted on me, let alone a hot guy, and I’m desperate for it to happen again.

I used to go to the bar once a week, but now I’m going every other day, hoping to get mugged by him again. I make sure I’m carrying 500 dollars on me. 

In the bar, I just take a sip or two of beer before leaving. For the last two weeks my walk back to my car has been duds.

I get into my car, counting today as another failure. After I shut my door, I’m startled by my passenger side door being opened. The mugger, who’s wearing what he wore last time, gets in and shuts the door. Instead of sitting in his seat, he’s crouched on it with his back facing me.

Before I can react, the mugger’s meaty mounds are already traversing over the center console, heading straight for my face. 

“Hey again, my personal bank bitch. Me and my booty are gonna make another withdrawl.”

WHUMP

Similar to last time, my head is now trapped between his big ass and my car window. His fat cheeks roll over the sides of my face, making contact with the glass, completely entombing my face in his butt meat.

“Yeah, so I’m feeling gassy and trigger happy today, so you’ve got no choice but to whiff up these butt rockets.”

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“Sucks to be you man. My booty is lethal tonight.”

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“Haha, that’s it, keep on struggling. Soon you’ll realize there’s no escaping my fat ass.”

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“When it comes to my fat ass, there's one thing to remember.”

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“You”

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“Can’t”

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“Win”

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My mugger forces a barrage of putrid, eggy smelling farts up my nose. The vile fumes are worse than I remembered, it’s so overwhelming that I can barely move, it feels as if I’m paralyzed. I’m retching and my eyes are watering. Even though I’m suffering, I’m still turned on.

My mugger halts his gassy assault, pulling his ass a few inches away from my face. He pats down my pants, searching for my wallet. When his hand grazes my crotch he pauses for a moment before continuing. 

He finally finds my wallet and retrieves it. 

My mugger whistles as he takes my cash. “Mighty fine donation you’ve brought me. In fact-” The mugger reaches back and pulls down the back of his shorts. I gasp as his fat, fleshy orbs pour out into the open, and wobble right in my face.

“Because of your generous contribution, my booty wants to thank you in person.” He reaches back and spreads his cheeks. He exposes his sweaty pucker, surrounded by a thatch of black hair.

“You’ve got a really nice ride, bud. Sorry that I’m gonna make the interior permanently stink of my swamp ass… NGH”

I watch his ass-lips open and press outwards.

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2 minutes of swampy ass wind, thunders out of his ass and pointblank into my face. It’s so powerful that it blows back my hair and has the entire car shaking. And the paint-peeling stench is unbearable. 

As his fart comes to an end, I watch his pucker close back up just before passing out.

I groan as I wake up, still in my car. My wallet is lying in the passenger seat. I start up my car and see that I’ve been unconscious for five minutes. 

I believe what my mugger said about his fart never leaving my car is true. During the entire ride back home, the stench doesn’t wane in the slightest. 

I jerk-off several times before finally falling asleep. I count today as a success.

It’s tomorrow, and after work I head to the same bar. I take a stool in front of the bar. Besides me and the bartender, there’s two guys in a booth a few yards behind me. 

The bartender heads to the utility closet to get a mop when one of the two, behind me, spills their beer on the floor.

As I sip on my beer, someone takes a seat next to me. I pay them no mind, praying that the mugger robs me tonight. Fuck, I know that sounds crazy.

My thoughts are interrupted as the patrons behind me start coughing, violently. That’s when a familiar, sulfuric stink reaches my nose. 

I look at who just sat next to me. It's him! It’s my mugger, except his mask is gone. I'd know those green eyes anywhere. 

His lips stretch into an impish grin as he narrows his eyes. It’s barely audible, but beneath him I hear…

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I glance down and my eyes widen. He’s sitting on the stool, leaning a bit forward with his bare ass hanging out the back. His fleshy cakes are as big as I remember.

Hearing thuds, I turn around. The two patrons are knocked out, their heads crashing on the table.

The bartender storms out of the utility closet in a panic. The collar of his shirt pulled over his nose and mouth. His eyes immediately lock onto the bare-ass mugger. 

He walks right up, behind the mugger, with a furrowed brow. “Dude pull up your shorts and get the hell out.” He orders.

Not looking away from me, the mugger’s hand shoots up, grabbing the bartender by the back of the neck. Before the bartender can resist, he pulls him down and shoves his face into his naked, raunchy backside. 

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He rips a 5 second, honking fart in the bartender’s face. The bartender's body spasms before he falls to the ground, unconscious. I’m now hard and completely alone with this farting demon of a mugger.

Grinning, he reaches over the bar, getting himself a beer and opening it with a bottle-opener. Before sitting back down, he grabs my bottle of beer. I watch as the top of my bottle disappears between his bubbly cheeks. He exaggeratedly scrunches up his face and…

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He vents a 6 second fart into my beer. With a cheeky grin he hands it to me. The neck of the bottle is warm to the touch, and the eggy stench radiates heavily off of it. 

I take a sip and nearly choke on the shitty, acidic taste.

He laughs as I drink it without hesitation. “Haha, for the longest time I couldn’t figure you out.” He starts.

“After mugging you, I watched as you kept returning to my hunting grounds, like you wanted me to target you again. I was worried you were a cop or something. But then why did you let me mug you the first time? So I did it again and figured it out.” He says before glancing down at my crotch.

I blush seeing the slight imprint of my hard-on through my slacks.

He gets up, shooting me a cheeky grin as he turns around. He backs up, sinking the side of my arm into his pillowy booty.

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He rips a rumbly, 7 second fart on me. I’m immediately surrounded in his fart cloud that stinks of digested meat and cabbage. 

He sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against my arm, before setting back down.

“Well, well, well, looks like I found myself a fart-sniffer.” He taunts with a lopsided grin.

Finally finding my voice, I ask, “W-what’s your name?”

He scoffs, “Yeah, I’ve revealed my face, I’m sure as hell not telling you my name, yet. But you can call me Gasser. Bet you know why.” Gasser leans to the side, aiming his butt crack my way.

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I get another lungful of his eggy butt air. 

“Ah, and since I took a look in your wallet, I know your name’s Will.” He adds as he wafts his gas towards my face. “So, how much do you have for me in your wallet this time, Will?”

“800” I respond, making him grin.

“Alright Will, you’ve got a decision to make. You can give me the 800 dollars and I’ll rip a huge fart I’m brewing right in your face. It’ll probably knock you out.

Or option two: we can get into your car and head to an atm, so you can withdraw and pay me 2000 dollars. With that, you can take me to your place and I’ll make sure your entire home stinks of my swamp ass for weeks. And then I’ll sit on your face with my big cakes and fart for an hour. Be warned: even if you start hating it, beneath me, I won’t care; I’m not stopping until the hour is up.

So, what’s it gonna be?” He lays it out for me.

“Option 2” I choose immediately. 

A cocky smirk forms on his lips. “Good choice. Let’s go, I have so much gas I wanna unload on you.”

Gasser turns away from me and slowly rises off of his stool. As he slowly gets up, with his bare ass facing me-

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He rips a long and growly fart, spraying me with his vile, intestinal fumes. 

Like a loyal pet, I follow him out of the bar and to my car. He still has his bubble butt hanging out. His plump moons wobble and clap against each other as he walks ahead of me. He’s also crop-dusting me with trumpeting poots as he leads the way.

When we reach my car, I slide into the driver seat and he into the passenger. He doesn’t pull up his shorts when he gets in. His bare cheeks are on my leather seat.

As I start my car, he breathes in deeply. “Ah, I see my butt stink is still going strong in here.”

“I was supposed to give a friend a ride earlier but he declined because of the smell. He thinks a baby skunk died around the engine.” I confess, making Gasser laugh.

“Haha, well I take that as an insult. No way a baby skunk can produce stink like this… UGH.”

Gasser curls his hands into fists and clenches his jaw.

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Gasser rips a thunderous 15 second fart onto the leather seat. This monster-of-a-fart has the entire car vibrating. Gasser’s face is red but he looks pleased. With a mischievous grin he leans away from me, letting his fumes escape from beneath him, and starts fanning it towards my face. 

I start retching as the stench of raw sewage and garlic hits me in the face like a ton of bricks. It does nothing to deflate my hard-on, in fact it makes me throb. 

“Ah, that was just a taste, if you really want me to gas you out then you better start driving.” Gasser says.

The nearest atm is a block away. I get his money and pay him and then we’re off to my place.

As we drive I speak up. “You know you’re known as an infamous myth to the wealthy. You’re like a bogeyman who robs the rich with his farts. They call you the Butt Bombing Bandit.”

Gasser gives a full-body laugh at this. “Haha, holy shit, I didn’t know that. That’s awesome and an awesome name.”

I shoot him a small smile. “Most think you’re just a myth. I think the rich you robbed are too embarrassed to admit what happened or go to the police.”

Gasser snorts, “That’s exactly what I hoped. Rich people have too much pride. Well all except you, but luckily I can keep you quiet with my butt grenades.” Gasser leans away and rips a squeaky poot, proving his point.

It takes us 45 minutes to get to my place. I live in a big, secluded villa, just outside the city. Gasser is slack-jawed as I lead him inside.

“Still think you can stink out my place?” I tease him as we stand in the middle of my huge sitting-room.

Gasser narrows his eyes and shoots me a cocky smirk that sends a shiver down my spine. “Please, pay me enough later and I’ll give you a show by stinking out every floor of a high-rise tower within 30 minutes. This place and your face, stands no chance against this.” When he says ‘this’ he gives his fat bum, which is still out in the open, a slap making his mounds jiggle.

Gasser walks to the center of the room. As if doing yoga, he assumes the downward dog position. His bare, poison-spewing booty is pointed at the high ceiling.

I hear him start straining.

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“Oh”

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“Ah”

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“That felt good”

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“Damn I’m gassy tonight, hahaha”

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I’m in awe and turned on watching Gasser pump out one thunderous fart after another into my home. The air in my huge sitting-room is heavy with his thick butt stink. It has my eyes watering and my nose slightly running. 

Gasser looks over at me and grins, fiendishly. He turns his bare ass to me, still in downward-dog, and starts backing up, towards me. My eyes widen as I start backing up.

He taunts me and farts as he slowly pursues me.

“Haha, are you starting to realize that you fucked up, fart-sniffer?”

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“That you should be running from the fart storm roaring outta my ass”

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“Or begging this farting god not to make your house uninhabitable”

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“Well too bad because I’m no benevolent god. I won’t give you mercy, only more of this… NGH”

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My retreating stops when my back hits the wall. Gasser backs his ass into me, covering my crotch and lower stomach with his bare, fleshy orbs.

He rocks his ass against me and chuckles. “Hehe, oh yeah, your nose isn’t gonna thank you for not escaping when you had the chance… NGH”

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For the next 20 minutes he keeps blasting me and flooding my home with his endless supply of noxious butt bombs. I’m coughing and gagging, and I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Without a doubt, I’m certain Gasser’s swampy ass vapors have spread throughout my entire property. I’m not sure if it's a trick of the eyes, but there's a slightly green tint in the air.  

Gasser straightens up. His face is red, he's breathing hard, but he’s grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

He takes a deep breath, looking satisfied. “I’m sure my swampy ass funk has dominated every inch of your home, but you also paid for an hour of extreme face farting. And me and my booty always get the job done.”

Gasser grabs me by the shoulders and steers me towards the couch. He shoves me down, onto my ass, in front of the couch. He then tilts my head back so I’m looking up at the ceiling with the back of my head resting on the seat of the couch.

Gasser turns around and backs up, lording his titanic rump above my face. Without a second of hesitation, he drops his fat bubbly ass down, taking a seat right on my face. I grunt from the impact.

My face is quickly swallowed up in between Gasser’s beefy slabs. My nose is pressed against his hole with his doughy cheeks clamped around my face, completely entombing me.

“Looks like the Butt-Bombing Bandit strikes again. But instead of money, my booty’s robbing you of an hour of fresh air, this time. See you on the other side… GGH”

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“MMM, yeah, that’s it… HGH”

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“Smell my nasty ass fumes… FGH”

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“Taste my rank butt grenades… HGGH”

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“Worship my deadly farts!... NGH”

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“Fucking surrender to my fat, godly ass. Because… GGH”

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“YOU”

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“BELONG”

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“TO”

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“MY”

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“ASS… UGH”

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Gasser unleashes a barrage of insanely monstrous farts pointblank in my trapped face. I'm overwhelmed by the acidic taste and smell of sulfur and rotten fish. 

I only last 15 minutes into Gasser’s farting assault before I pass out. But I have no doubt that It lasted a whole hour.

I wake up sometime later in my bed. I don’t know what time it is but it’s still dark outside. And Gasser’s asleep in bed with me. He’s on his stomach, lying starfished in the middle of the bed. I’m using his mountainous, bare rump as a pillow with my legs hanging off the end of the bed. 

Still tired, I rest my face back down on his pillowy bum with my nose nestled between his cheeks. It’s surprisingly easy to fall back asleep even though Gasser farts every 30 seconds in his sleep. 

I’m awoken in the morning by a trumpeting, sleeping fart to the face from Gasser. 

I decide to get up and make breakfast before dropping Gasser off… somewhere.

20 minutes later, in the kitchen, I’m nearly finished cooking when Gasser tiredly shambles into the room. Instead of sitting down at the kitchen table, he walks up to me near the fridge. When he reaches me he wheels around and pushes his ample backside into my lower back.

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 Gasser rips a rumbling, 6 second fart on me that startles me. He reaches back, grabbing my hips with his hands so I can't get away.

After yawning, Gasser says, “Stay right there, I’m gonna mark you with my potent, morning, butt thunder.”

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As I finish making breakfast, Gasser follows, keeping his ass pressed against me, and farting.

Once I’m done we take our seats and eat. I ask him where he’d like me to drop him off and he tells me near the bar is good. 

Once we’re finished, Gasser stands up and walks up to me still sitting in my chair. He grabs the back of my neck and tilts my head backwards. He pulls down the back of his shorts, freeing his jiggling, meaty moons. He turns around and sits his fleshy cakes on my upturned face. 

Gasser starts aggressively wiping his ass around my face until his hole finds my slightly-open mouth. 

“I hope you saved room, fart-sniffer because here comes my signature, morning eggs. FGH… They’re a real gas… NGH”

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A 25 second hurricane of Gasser’s ass wind roars into my open mouth and echoes down my gullet. Once Gasser frees me, I drop my head between my knees, dry heaving on his sulfuric, eggy devastation.

Gasser snickers, “Hehe, I know you loved it and want more. And you’ll get it as long as you pay me.”

Once I gain my bearings, I get dressed and drop him off near the bar. This becomes the norm for us. Almost everyday, he pops up when I leave the bar and comes home with me. There, he farts and farts on me, like the farting god he is. And on some nights, he spends the night. It costs me 2 grand a week; that's basically nothing to me.

I’m starting to catch feelings for him which is a bad thing because I know it's all about the money for him. It's okay; I ignore this feeling.

It’s been 7 months and I’ve paid this gassy, young jock an insane amount of money. And I don’t regret a single cent of it. It’s money well spent.

My friend, who won’t ride in my car anymore, is a college professor of finance. Once a semester, he asks me to come into class so I can talk with his students.

When I step in front of the class and introduce myself, I’m shocked to see Gasser in the front row. With a roll call I find out Gasser’s real name is Gary Waters. I school my features but he’s looking at me, wide-eyed. 

My talk with the class goes swimmingly. Thankfully Gasser, or I mean Gary, does nothing to garner my attention.

Once class is ended, Gary runs out of the room like a bat outta hell. After saying goodbye to my friend, I head to my car. I parked in a secluded lot quite a distance away. It's the only free lot around. 

I’m a block away when I’m pulled into an alley and pinned against the wall by Gary. It’s almost nostalgic. Luckily no one’s around. Today he’s wearing a black cap, a black wife-beater, and gray sweats. 

Gasser looks pissed but I can see fear in his eyes. “Does Mr. Martin know about me mugging the rich? Is he gonna get me kicked out of school? Is he gonna involve the police?” He shoots out a rapid fire of questions.

“Relax Gasser, he knows nothing. I haven’t now or ever will rat you out. I promise.” I call him Gasser instead of his real name, so he can feel like he’s in control.

Gasser relaxes, letting me go. He gives me a shaky smile. “That’s good to know. I was worried I’d have to fart my professor to death, silencing him and showing you what happens to the people you blab my secret to. Afterwards, of course, your face would be headed straight for my big ole booty for several stinky hours.” Gasser teases to lighten the mood. But with my first-hand experience, I’m pretty sure Gasser could fart someone to death. That’s both frightening and hot. 

“Well I’m done with classes for the day, mind giving me a ride to my apartment? Midterms are next week and I need to study.” Gasser shoots me a cheeky grin. “And don’t worry about gas. It’s on me, or should I say, on you.” With a twist of his hips, he presses his bubbly ass against my waist and farts.

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Gasser laughs, noticing that he made me rock hard. “Haha, let’s go. Fart-boxing you in your fancy car always highlights my day.” He teases and winks at me.

After a gassy, 20 minute drive I pull up to his apartment complex, and I’m horrified. The place is dilapidated; it should be condemned. A guy’s puking on the front steps, and an elderly woman is sticking her ass out of a window and twerking.

“What the hell? With all the money you… acquire, why are you living here?” I question.

“I use most of the money for tuition, and send the rest to my mom and 3 younger brothers. This is the cheapest place around.” He says, deciding to be honest with me. 

I shake my head as I drive off, confusing Gasser. 

For the first time, I take control. “You're gonna study at my place. And you're moving this week. Either you can move into a better place, and I’ll pay for it. Or you can move in with me, taking one of my guest bedrooms. Rent-free of course.”

I’m nervous about how he’ll react, but with a side-glance I see him smiling. 

Gasser chooses to move into my guest bedroom. Things change a lot over the next couple of months. I no longer go to that bar since Gasser's here. I no longer need to lure him out so he’ll fart on me. Now, everyday, he’s farting on me endlessly. 

Every morning, before I leave for work and he for school, Gasser farts on me several times. He really gasses me after I make breakfast. He says that it’s his booty thanking me for the food. And I’ve become quite used to being woken up by him sitting his dump-truck ass on my face and ripping a monster fart.

Gasser takes care of dinner since he returns home long before me. He either cooks or orders out. After the first week of doing this, he informs me that he farted on every meal he served me, knowing I'd love that. Since then, he farts on my food right in front of me, every night. Both of us get enjoyment out of it.

When I return home after a long and stressful workday, Gasser takes me to my bedroom and lies me on my back, on the bed. He then climbs on top of me and drops his huge backside onto my face. He’ll sit on top of my face for hours, farting non-stop. He butt bombs all my worries and stress away.

Although Gasser complains I stay firm and pay him an allowance of 10,000 dollars a month. He’s on top of his tuition and making sure his family thrives. I know he’ll be mad but when he graduates, I plan on paying off the rest of his student debt.

With how much I’m paying him, the Butt Bombing Bandit is no more; Gasser has no need to mug the rich. I’m happy about this mostly because I don’t want him getting caught. But another part of me selfishly wants him to fart on only me.

It's difficult but I’m ensuring that we’re nothing more than roommates while he lives here. I make sure neither of us cross boundaries. I don’t want him to feel like he has to sleep with me. 

Gasser is relentlessly testing my self-restraint. I try to stay strong but I’m only human.

It’s been six months. I come home to find the house completely dark and quiet.

“Gasser?” I call as I turn on the lights in the sitting-room.

Suddenly, powerful arms wrap around me from behind. I'm dragged over to the side of the room and shoved into the corner. My assailant is Gasser. He’s keeping me in the corner, not letting me move.

Like a sexy blast from the past, Gasser’s wearing a backwards black cap, a black bandana covering the lower part of his face, and a dingy, unwashed, used-to-be-white jockstrap. I’m slack-jawed and completely hard by what he’s wearing. 

With narrowed eyes, Gasser growls, “I’m done with these games, Will! We obviously like each other but you won’t give us a chance.”

“Gasser, you’re living with me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” I explain.

Gasser scoffs, “You take advantage of me? Please. We both know who’s in charge.”

Gasser’s demeanor changes. I see a mischievous glint, twinkle in his eyes. “Mmm, maybe I should let the Butt Bombing Bandit come out and play. Looks like he's gonna have to steal what I want. And what I want is you!"

Gasser grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me to my knees. He then spins around, making me gasp. His filthy jockstrap is showcasing his fleshy, protruding orbs. His watermelon-sized globes are huge and smooth with a slight sheen of sweat. 

My ogling is ended as Gasser reaches back and spreads his cheeks, revealing his winking pucker. With the back of my head trapped against the wall, my face has nowhere to escape as Gasser thrusts his gaping crack backwards. 

In an instant, my face is swallowed up by Gasser’s toxic trench. His fat, doughy globes rush over the sides of my head and meet the wall, completely entombing my face in his ass. I can feel Gasser’s hole kissing the tip of my nose.

Gasser’s deep voice rumbles all around me.

“Look what you did, Will? You didn’t give me what I wanted so you brought the Butt Bombing Bandit out of retirement… GGH”

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“You know I won’t stop farting until I get what I want. Surrender to my demands and lethal fumes… HGH”

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“Give in and be mine. You know the Butt Bombing Bandit never leaves empty handed… FGH”

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After ripping another scorcher up my nose, Gasser steps forward, pulling me out of his bubbly ass. But keeping his meaty slabs inches from my face, letting me reply.

“Gasser, I can’t-”

“Lips on hole, bitch” Gasser interrupts, backing up and consuming my face back into his cavern of a crack. 

He starts rolling his hips, working his pucker around my face until it’s resting against my mouth.

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“I should’ve realized you were being noble. That just ticks me off. And you know angering me makes my farts smell worse. So you did this to yourself. Now, suffer… NGH”

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Once again, Gasser pulls me out of his ass, letting me gasp for semi-fresh air, but keeping his butt crack against my nose. 

“Now do you agree to be mine or is this mugging going to continue.” Gasser threatens with a poot on my nose.

Gasser's fumes have me crying and my hard-on leaking. I'm tired of resisting. “Okay Gasser, you win. Fuck, I want you so bad. But if you ever feel like you can’t say 'no' or something, just tell me, okay?” I surrender.

Next thing I know, Gasser’s fireman-carrying me as he charges upstairs. My vision is dominated by his upside-down, bare, fleshy moons as they bounce and clap against each other as he runs.

“About damn time! I’ve been dying to claim this ass for months!” Gasser growls as he slaps my ass, making me yelp. As he races us to his bedroom, he poots in my face several times.

Gasser demonstrates his high-level stamina by fucking me five times that night.

After getting together, things change again, for the better. Gasser loves kissing me in public. And in private, he's constantly making me kiss his fart-spewing butthole, and I love it.

I've learned that Gasser’s very horny. He surprises me often by tossing me onto the nearest flat surface, and railing me senseless. And that doesn't include sex in our bed every night.

Also, Gasser’s constantly shoving me onto my knees. It's a 50/50 chance whether I'm getting a mouthful of his meat or an eggy fart, but I love both.

We’ve been together for a year and I’ve never had a better relationship.

We just saw a late night movie and are walking back to my car. 

We’re stopped by a guy who steps out of the shadowy alley, brandishing a pocket-knife. “Alright cock-suckers! Give me your cash and you’ll get to live.”

Faster than I can comprehend, Gasser knocks the knife out of our would-be-mugger’s grasp, with one hand, and takes him by the wrist. And with the other he grabs him by the neck, choking him. 

No one's around. 

The mugger looks scared, shitless. “Fuck! Are you a cop or something?”

Gasser shrugs with a cheeky grin. “Maybe. Maybe not. Hell, maybe I’m even the Butt Bombing Bandit.”

The guy’s eyes widen. “He’s a myth.”

Gasser’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. “Then lucky you. You get to smell an urban legend, up close and personal.”

Gasser lets go of his neck before tossing a leg over their joint hands. Gasser tugs on his arm, making the mugger fall to his knees and face-plant against his ass. The guy’s entire face sinks into Gasser’s pillowy ass fat, smothering him.

Gasser shoots me a roguish grin. “Never fear babe, me and my nasty booty will always keep you safe.”

Gasser extends his index finger as he starts grunting and straining. His brow furrows and his face turns red with exertion. 

“NGH… This guy's screwed, babe. Pull my finger… UGH”

I’m completely hard and about to pop. Unable to deny his request, I pull his finger, making Gasser erupt.

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