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    I’ve been coming up with ideas for a new story today, a longer one. If this story works out and I stick with it then it will have multiple chapters. I haven’t figured out exactly where I’m going with it yet, but basically this is the run down:

    A down-low bi curious, blue collar Man in his 30’s with sadistic tendencies takes an interest in the young couple who have just moved in next door. He kidnaps the male and keeps him in His basement in heavy bondage, completely humiliating him and dehumanizing him until He has broken him into a helpless slave who submits to Him both mentally and physically.

    While holding the male captive, the sadistic dominant Man swoops in on his sad and lonely girlfriend (ex-girlfriend now?) and comforts her. As the sadistic tormentor slowly turns her boyfriend into a helpless gimp, He simultaneously makes her fall in love with Him, as she has no idea that He is the one responsible for kidnapping her lover.

    Im definitely going to incorporate my foot fetish in there somehow, but I’m not going to center the entire story around it. Hopefully I get this done soon and can share it with everyone 😁 your feedback is always appreciated on any and all of my little short stories!

    Joey and Caleb spent a long portion of their lives convincing their families that being gay was normal and that they would find true happiness together. It took a lot of effort but they were able to change some minds and get a decent amount of support at their wedding. They decided to have their honeymoon in Florida since they didn’t have much money saved. They realized that they were sharing their hotel floor with many straight couples who had recently tied the knot. Not all of them were accepting however. One of the recently married men even offered to let the pair of delusional fags worship his superior straight feet if they agreed to get divorced straight away and stop corrupting the sanctity of marriage. 

    Do you think they agreed? 

    There was a lot to explain to their family once they got home, but everyone wound up much happier in the end. 

    why a slave must stay chaste

    1. Being on edge keeps me horny, and I’m always ready to please you 2. Orgasms should be for you only 3. My orgasms should happen for your pleasure or enjoyment, rather than mine 4. It’s rude for me to cum when not given permission 5. It teaches self control 6. It keeps me humble 7. Denial makes me appreciate release 8. The focus in the bedroom should always be about your pleasure 9. Deciding to let me cum should bring you enjoyment and serve as a reminder that you’re in control 10. Only being allowed to orgasm when commanded demonstrates respect

    BBC rules

    Mr. Roberts

    I couldn’t believe I was going to do it, I couldn’t believe I was gonna eat my teacher’s ass for an A+. I was straight but I couldn’t afford to fail this class. Again I couldn’t believe I was gonna do this. It was to late to back out now I was already here and his muscular ass  was already popped. Not gonna lie I was surprised at how muscular he was, how did a college professor find the time to get fit like he did. He looked back at me. “We don’t have forever Danny, now get in that ass.” Mr Robert said as I walk towards him relunctantly. “Hurry up! You want that A right?” He says while wiggling his ass a bit. I groan and make my way towards him as his ass is in front of me I get on my knees to be level with it.  As I stared at his pink hole which was decorated with light patches of hair. I spread his cheeks and relunctantly put my tongue in his musky ass and start licking it. As I start eating his ass. After a bit of eating his massive ass a hot airy fart invades my nose and mouth. I pull my head out as the meaty stink had already breached my senses. “What was that, we didn’t agree to that.” I yell. I try to move my head but his hand pushes my face back into his ass. “Hey,hey,hey get back in their you stop when I stop you, your gonna eat my shit if I want you to, unless you dont really want that A” He says taunting me knowing that I had no choice. Feeling defeated I resume eating his ass. “Good boy, now stick that tongue out I want to make sure you taste this one” He says as I do what I am told. When I lick his pink hole I hear him moan as a hot puff of wind blows against my tongue making me groan from the stench. “I don’t hear a lot of sniffing or do you not really need that A” He says as I take a small whiff and even that was enough to make me gag. “Deeper” He says sounding like some supervillian. I take a deep sniff and start coughing after. “I never told you to stop eating, Im gonna make sure your well fed.” Mr. Roberts says as I start to eat his ass again. While eating his ass he pushed a unholy trinity of gas, all being loud and long farts that reeked of expired milk, what did he eat, I would ask him if I wasn’t chocking on his gas. “Um, Mr.Roberts I think we can stop.” I say inbetween coughs. “But I still got more gas in the tank” Mr.Roberts says as he lets loose a skunky fart right on my tongue.“See my ass doesn’t want you to leave.” Mr.Roberts says as I start feeling the opposite way just waiting for this to end. “This is the best my ass has ever felt so I can’t let you go so easily.” Mr. Roberts says as another fart blast out of his hole and directly up my nose, my nostrils being assaulted by the vicious scent. I was able to escape for some fresh air but Mr.Roberts shoves my face back in his ass. “Not so fast, This is over when you pass out.” Mr. Roberts says as a short yet loud fart brust out from his ass burning my nose hairs as I let out a loud groan. “Oh yeah you like that! It’s about to be a fun couple of hours.” Mr. Roberts says as I start to fear for the worse. Christ! when will this torture be over.

    The Frat Toilet (SCAT) (Commission)

    (Contains: M/M, scat, farting, mouth-farting, scat-eating, kidnapping, objectification. Con-consensual.) 

    My knees hurt, most likely grazed or even splintered from the cheap wooden floors, and they throb. The pain radiates up, like a flame through my nerves, but it’s the least of my problems. The least bad of the bad things happening right now. I look around at the laughing faces. Smiles I thought were friendly mere minutes ago now seem crazed and sinister. Someone tied something around my neck while my shirt was being pulled over my head. My pants are around my ankles, but I doubt they’ll stay there for long. Logan grabs a handful of hair and pulls my head back as far as it can go.

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    The Life of Toilet Boy Number 296 (SCAT) (Commission)

    (Contains: M/M, face-farting, mouth-farting, scat, scat eating, urination, urine drinking, underage, non-consent.) 

    (This story takes place in the same universe as ‘The Prison Toilet’, based a decade later. All characters in the main story are over eighteen, and all characters in the flashbacks are at least sixteen.)

    I lean against the wall and close my eyes. The cool tiles sear my naked back in way that, for just a moment, engulfs my mind, and I get to feel nothing but the cold. This won’t last, soon I’ll be back to being cold and miserable, then he will return, and I’ll be sore and sick and miserable.

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    Human Toilet (SCAT)

    (Contains: M/M, face-farting, mouth-farting, scat-eating, torture. Non-con.

    This story is NOT for those with a weak stomach.) 

    I open my eyes, slowly, and am met with an unfamiliar room. Grey cement walls and floor, a window across from me—high and narrow. A basement, maybe? It looks how basements do on TV, but we don’t have them around here. If it is a basement, it’s smaller than I would’ve expected—about the size of a bathroom. Below the window is a young man, looking to be in his twenties or maybe younger, but it’s hard to tell. He’s naked, and his wrists are chained to the walls, level with his shoulders. His skin is taut against his bones, bruised, and sickeningly pale. Looking at him fills me with cold dread. I try to move, to run away, only to realise I’m chained in the same position.

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    The Prison Toilet

    (Contains: M/M, farting, face-farting, mouth farting, scat, scat-eating, scat torture. Everything is non-consentual.)

    Inspired by this post:https://bodyadydyadyady.tumblr.com/post/64973919817844326

    Life was difficult in [place], a poor country where water was as scarce as the government was corrupt. Dan, son of the cruel and selfish leader, thought he was doing the nation a service when he turned a blind-eye to the men sneaking into their home that night. He was right, the country would be better off without his father, but this didn’t mean he would be rewarded for his decision. Far from it. His father may be dead, but his influence wasn’t. Those in charge of his sentencing would make sure he was punished to the sickest extent of the law.

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    The Frat Toilet (SCAT) (Commission)

    (Contains: M/M, scat, farting, mouth-farting, scat-eating, kidnapping, objectification. Con-consensual.) 

    My knees hurt, most likely grazed or even splintered from the cheap wooden floors, and they throb. The pain radiates up, like a flame through my nerves, but it’s the least of my problems. The least bad of the bad things happening right now. I look around at the laughing faces. Smiles I thought were friendly mere minutes ago now seem crazed and sinister. Someone tied something around my neck while my shirt was being pulled over my head. My pants are around my ankles, but I doubt they’ll stay there for long. Logan grabs a handful of hair and pulls my head back as far as it can go.

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    The Frat Couch (Commission)

    (Contains: M/M, face-sitting, face-farting, rimming, body odour, kidnapping, unaware, human furniture, use of slurs, humiliation and non-consent.) 

    I wake up to a chipped, white ceiling. I can’t even tell what kind of room I’m in, nor can I move to check. My whole body is constricted—tied up, if the pressure across my chest and calves is anything to go by—but the worst is my face. Something soft is encircling my head from under my chin around to my scalp, making moving my head impossible. The last thing I remember was meeting up with a guy—some frat boy closet case I found on a dating app. He seemed nice, if a little repressed. He offered to pick me up. I guess that seemingly sweet gesture turned out to be a warning sign, because getting into that car is the last thing I remember.

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    it had been tortured and edged for 2 hours and shed a bucket load of tears of frustration and need. 

    its was too exhausted to beg or resist by the time He brought out the chastity device and explained with menace…

    …how the screws would be tightened periodically to torment its red raw cock….

    …how He was going to enjoy using the leash to drag it around by its pathetic, redundant genitals the whole night. 

    …how He would encourage Men to grope it, play with its little titties, finger its hole till it was crazy with lust and desperation.

    …how it would then take Their loads in whichever hole They chose, its own cum still boiling in its belly, no release.

    …how the padlock would ensure it wouldn’t come off for a very very long time.

    Of course after it had been told all this its traitorous clit was harder than ever so Master had to kick it a few times in the balls before applying the ice pack until it shrunk to fit. 

    How to get your boy into Chastity!

    1. Tell him why you want to place him into a chastity cage *”I want you to always be your horniest around me"*

    2. Start Cheap. I recommend a cheap device from Ebay. Search for  Male Polycarbonate Chastity.

    3. Put it on for him. Be careful and gentle. The first time takes a while. If he has hair down there, leave it. He will discover he needs to shave on his own. Shaving will be his gift to you, if you want it.

    4. Put his clothes on and take him out somewhere where you can both see how it feels while walking, sitting etc.

    5. Take it off. Have him jack off for you. Then have him do it again. And again.

    5. Have him put it on himself. This is usually the time he will bring up shaving. If he wants to shave, do it right. Downward strokes. And after have him put deodorant on it. Not lotion or oil as so many recommend. You want that freshly shaved area dry to prevent razor bumps.

    5. Tell him he will be in it for three days. That’s just enough time to drive him crazy. 

    6. Introduce him to his nipples. Have him wear a Shirt and lightly play with them. Not nipple torture, light pleasure. Explain to him that the nipples are directly connected to his prostate area, and with training he can have an orgasm that feels great, but leaves him just as horny. This will take the attention off his penis while giving him a new path to pleasure. Anal play is for you, not him. (Nipple orgasms have become my favorite!!!)

    7.  Monitor him. Check for his comfort. This might not be the right cage for him. It can be too tight over time or too loose and pull out.

    8. On day three he will really want to cum. It’s time for his first ruined orgasm. Have his hands behind his back, take the penis portion of the cage off only and stroke him making sure to let it go just as he is about to cum. This will ensure that this way of cumming is not pleasant for him and over time, he will not want it any more. Lock him back up. This time for 7 days. 

    9. Have him really concentrate on using his nipples for pleasure. After some practice he will be able to release some boy juice into his cage relieving some pressure from his balls, but keeping him horny.

    10. On day 7 give him another ruined orgasm. Keep on this 7 day schedule until he requests more. 

    Now you have a good boy that wants nothing more than to please you.

    gay-hypno-domination

    Gay Hypno Stories - How Jeremy got addicted to Master’s feet

    I met Jeremy on Grindr. 

    He was 21, a cute and tiny blond boy. Completely hairless. A nice bottom twink. My nickname and profile on Grindr are kinda straight to the point. I precise that I am a dom top. Jeremy contacted me, it was easy to guess he wanted to submit. 

    He was kind of shy the first time. I felt that and was nice to him. I offered him a drink, we did some small talk and then i showed him my cock and told him “It is time for you to suck, don’t you think ?”. He laughed but he took in his mouth and then did not want to smile at all. No time for smiling when you have to make a cock hard BOY. Just have to work on him. 

    Jeremy enjoyed sucking and I pounded him hard. His ass was delicious, such a pleasure to finger it, lick it and fuck it in the hardest way. He said it hurted but he wanted more. I started some dirty talk, I noticed he loved it. He enjoyed being treated like a slut. GOOD BOY. 

    I asked him to lick my feet but he refused. Not his things, he said. OK… 

    After the fuck, he stayed a bit. And I told him I was a tist, that sometimes I was hypnotizing boys like him to make them better sub. He was excited about it, I could tell by seeing his eyes, so greedy. 

    Jeremy became one of my regular bottoms. The more I fucked him, the more I made him submissive. The more you take my cock, the more you feel my power in your ass but also in your head. I’m fucking you, I’m pounding you and I am talking to you, more and more, deeper and deeper. And with my cock in your ass, you are feeling so weak, so obedient, so submissive. You’re drinking my words, you love my words, you just want to obey my words. 

    Maybe it was the 4th time we met. Jeremy asked me if I could try to hypnotize him. Sure, BOY ! 

    Just stare that point on the wall and listen to my voice. You love my voice. That is the voice that you heard when you were taking my cock. Making you feel so submissive, so vulnerable, so weak. My voice already control you and you know, the more you listen, the more you drink my words, the more you want to obey. 

    In less than 2 minutes, Jeremy felt into a DEEP SLEEP. 

    It was time for me to make him a better BOY. He was a good bottom, he could perfectly take dick and obey but that was not enough. No. Jeremy needed to learn how to really please me, how to really satisfy MASTER. 

    He went DOWN, DEEP DOWN. Lost control. No control anymore. Just totally relaxed and OBEDIENT. So horny, so GOOD under my control. 

    And when he was 5 TIMES MORE UNDER MY CONTROL, he entered into this wonderful state of trance. No more thoughts, no more strenght. Nothing in his head. BLANK. Just obey, BOY. Drink my words. Just OBEY. So GOOD, to OBEY. 

    As he was mindless toy, I started with my trigger.  FEET. You discover now that you love FEET. Master’s FEET. My feet make you so relax. You love my FEET. FEET is good. You want to smell it. You want to touch it. You want to put your head under it. That’s how it is and it is GOOD for you. You love LOVE FEET. Seeing FEET makes you more submissive, more under my control. You drink my words, more and more, and the more you drink my words the more you are attracted to feet. Wanna smell FEET. Wanna lick FEET. Wanna serve Master’s FEET. SO GOOD, So natural, makes you so submissive and so horny.  Now when you will see feet, you will want to touch yourself, thinking about how much my words are controlling you, how powerful I am. I am an alpha and you are a slave now. A pretty little FEET SLAVE. 

    I smiled because I saw how hard was Jeremy’s cock. I woke him up, he felt wonderful and we talked. Then I showed him my feet. “Would be nice to lick it Jeremy, isn’t it ?”. DEEPER AND DEEPER, MORE AND MORE, DEEP DOWN BOY. FEET for you ! 

    Jeremy lost control and put his head under my feet. He smelled it, he licked it and he couldn’t help it : so good, made him so horny, he felt so submissive. 

    “GOOD BOY. GOOD BOY licks feet”.

    Something changed that day. Jeremy already liked me but now he was addicted. I made him discover the pleasure to submit at a Man’s Feet. Even better : submit to a Master’s Feet. Now he would crave for it every time we will see each other. Can’t resist, just need FEET. To watch FEET, to masturbate watching FEET, to serve Master’s FEET. It’s natural, it’s so good, it’s your place. 

    Jeremy became one of my slaves. I’m verry proud of him. I would say he is one of the best feet licker I know. He listened, he learned and now he is at the most enjoyable place for a GOOD boy like him : under Master’s Feet.

    That’s how it is. And that feel so right, isn’t it  BOY? 

    socklickersworld

    Makes you horney boy—-FEET…….. Master FEET……..SO DEEP NOW BOY……….so OUT OF CONTROL……….boy?

    The Human Chair

    via Sevenbillionasscheeks

    This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and includes kink/fetish material such as farting, ass worship, human furniture, face sitting, etc. If any of this is a problem, don’t read on. … A guy finds a local fetishest to partake in a bizarre fantasy. But what if it turns out to be worse than he expected? … John was sitting at his armchair in his living room, thinking for a long while. Would it work well? He thought it would. He looked up at the clock and saw the time. It was a quarter to 3. If the guy who emailed him was serious about this, he would be getting off the train at 3:15. John got up, grabbed his coat, and left his house. The train pulled into the station. People got out. John sat in his car, waiting for the guy who had reached out to him. He stepped off the train, just as he said he would. He was short, a scrawny nerdy looking guy with blond hair and glasses, not too shabby an outfit. Sweater over a shirt and khakis. He was probably a tech guy. He was scanning the parking lot for John’s car, and when he saw it, he paused. Maybe he was second guessing? Whatever nerves had caused him to pause, he dropped them and walked toward John’s car, a slight tremble in his steps. In that moment, John felt the urge to fart. He held it in. John’s cock was hard in his pants. “Ben?” He rolled down the window. “Yeah, John?” He gulped. “Come in.” He got into the car and buckled his seatbelt, “Thanks for picking me up,” “Yeah of course. Besides, no offense, but I don’t give my address out to people who might flake.” He turned out of the parking lot, “You still want to do this?” “Yeah,” Ben was smiling wide. He thought John looked even hotter in person; rugged black hair and scruff, a strong physique…he had seen naked pictures and knew he was hairy under those clothes. “Good. Do you want lunch or anything?” John gave out a little laugh, “Will probably be your last good meal for a while,” “No it’s ok, I ate before I got on the train,” Ben was shaking now. John grimaced. He didn’t want to bring this stranger to his house if he started having doubts and backing out. But there was not much he could do. In the email, he was clear that Ben was allowed to say no at any point before they start. After they started, Ben would have no choice. That part turned Ben on, he’d said. They reached his house. It was an ordinary single story house. It didn’t stand out from the others in the neighborhood. It had a chimney, but John didn’t use the fireplace for years. “You know, I’m still surprised that you found my ad,” John said as they got out of the car. “I thought that site would have taken it down by now.” “Nope, it’s, uh, still up.” Ben had gone quiet in the car. John could tell he was nervous. Once they got into the house, Ben asked “Ok so, where is it?” John smiled again. Maybe the nerves were because of excitement. “Follow me.” He brought him into the living room. It was relatively small. His armchair was against one wall. The couch was against the other. Three large windows looked into the back yard. Across from the armchair was the TV. John gestured toward the armchair, “Here it is, just like I told you.” Ben was trembling a lot now, and he looked at the chair, his eyes glued to the seat. “It really works the way you said, in the email?” His voice was faint. “Yep. I’ll go over just to be clear,” With a grunt, he pulled the chair away from the wall. Ben couldn’t believe what he was looking at. It was exactly as it was in the pictures. The same pictures he had been jerking off to for the past week. It was a large square hole in the wall. John had explained that it was where the fireplace used to be, but he didn’t want to pay extra for gas so he had it removed. Instead of patching up the wall, he left the hole. He’d also done a lot of DIY. He expanded the back of the wall, which took some space out of his bedroom closet but he didn’t mind that. He built a small drain that went down into the house’s sewage pipes. Just above that was a long board with wheels, what resembles a hospital gurnee. There were straps around it. There was also a hole in the middle of the board. “Alright,” John sighed, his arms on his waist, “So…to recap. You’ll lay down here. I’ll strap your arms, ankles, legs, and chest in so you can’t move. You’ll be naked and your ass will go in that hole. I’ll put a funnel system around your dick and under your ass. That way, you don’t have to come out for the restroom or anything, you can just go into that hole. Kind of gross but it takes care of that problem at least.” Ben gulped, “Ok,” “You’ll be completely strapped and so, won’t move around. Then, I”ll put the chair over you. As I showed you,” He gestured toward the back of the chair, the bottom of it was hollowed out, “I fixed this old armchair up so that the cushion has a rim-chair built into it. When I put the chair back in place, I will turn the knobs on the gurnee and it will lift you up so that your face is at the seat level. See?” He unveiled the top of the seat, which looked like a normal cushion at first but turned out to be a thin fabric hiding the rim-chair. “Your face will be in that hole. And…uh, yeah that’s it. I’ll sit on your face as long as I want.” Ben’s heart was pounding. John continued, “This fabric is in case I have friends over. Which I will, tomorrow night. I invited some buddies to come watch the game. Don’t worry, none of them will be sitting in this seat. Your face belongs to my ass only,” He smiled wide, “Just as I said in my emails, when you are my chair, you have no rights. You cannot say you want out at any time. If I need to fart, I’m farting up your nose. If I want my hole licked, I’ll sit on you naked and that will be your only cue. The only time you matter is when I ask if you are hungry or thirsty, and I’ll give you food and water. Otherwise, you don’t give me instructions. I’m not interested in conversation, because I don’t talk to chairs. If you are uncomfortable and want me to loosen the straps, too bad. If you’re sick of my farts, too bad. As we agreed, you belong to me for the next 48 hours. There are no safe words. If you want out now, I’ll take you back home. But the minute I put you in the wall is the minute you belong to me. If at any point in the next 48 hours you want to stop, and go home…too bad. My ass is your home until the weekend’s over. Do you understand?” Ben’s face was white. He’d been jerking off to this kind of fantasy for so long, and when he found John’s ad online, he couldn’t contain his excitement. But now that he was in the house, he was terrified. It was too real for him. What if he hated it? What if in the very first minute he hates it after all? He’d never done something like this before. He’d never actually been smothered under a man’s ass, he’d never sniffed farts, never done anything kinky like this. If it turns out he doesn’t like it…he’ll be stuck as a human chair for two days. “Do you understand?” John was deliberate. “Yes sir,” Ben gulped, “I…I’m sorry this is just so hardcore…I’ve heard of people doing these things but I haven’t really done BDSM stuff with anyone,” “Do you want to call it quits?” John asked again. “I won’t be mad.” That wasn’t entirely true. He would be annoyed and disappointed if the only person who responded to his ad decided to say no at the literal last minute. He’d been dying to try out his new toy for months. But he was still a good guy. He wouldn’t pressure anyone into doing it. In the emails, Ben seemed very excited. Maybe he was more in love with the idea of being a human chair than actually doing it. John would cut him slack since he has never dipped into bondage play before. And Ben was nervous. He stared at the hole for a long time. The silence was more awkward with each passing second. Finally he took a deep breath, “No, I…I’m ready.” “Ok. Take off your clothes.” Ben stripped. As he undressed, his face was flushed. John seemed like a nice guy over their email conversation. But how could he put so much trust in a stranger on the internet? The only solace that Ben had was knowing that in these last few moments before they started, he was in complete control. At any second he could say “Nope” and go back home. But that window of time was getting smaller and smaller. John had pulled the gurnee out from the hole in the wall. There were seven straps. Two for each ankle, two for each wrist, one for his thighs, one for his chest, and one for the neck. There was a little padded indent at the front where his head would rest, two little rounded poles came up on either side. He didn’t know what they were for. “Alright, if you are ready, lay down on your back.” Ben stood in the living room naked. His cock had gone hard and was throbbing. He knew that once he was strapped in, he wouldn’t be able to touch himself at all for the whole weekend. That was part of the fun. “And I’ll take your glasses for you,” He said. Ben took them off and handed them over. John asked, “can you see at all without these?” “A little,” he shrugged, blinking, “I can’t see far away.” “Ok. Not that it matters, you won’t be looking at anything but my asshole.” He picked up Ben’s clothes and put them on the table. Ben sat down on the gurnee and got into position. Laying down, his ass was over the hole. When he had to go, he would just relieve himself into the tube that John would set up. That was the worst part, to him in the moment, thinking how disgusting and unhygienic it was. But he wouldn’t have another choice. John had suggested wearing an adult diaper, but that sounded even worse. Ben tightened the straps around his ankles. Then he tightened the strap over his thighs. Then, around his wrists. Ben’s heart was beating too fast. He tried to control his breathing. John tightened the strap over his chest. Almost as a reflex, Ben jerked his body a bit but he couldn’t move at all. Delicately, John guided Ben’s head down on the padding, and carefully wrapped the strap around his neck and tightened it just enough to keep him from moving his head up. Ben gulped, he felt the strap. He could still breathe fine at least. John moved over to fit a large tube over Ben’s dick, and pointed the other end of it down the hole in the gurnee between Ben’s legs. He set up a similar tube under Ben’s ass. Then, John turned some knob near Ben’s head, and the two poles on either side came together and pressed into his temples just above his ears. They weren’t tight, but they were set in place so Ben couldn’t turn his face to the side. He was completely immobile. “Alright. This is your last chance,” John stood over him, his crotch was at the level of Ben’s face. From here, Ben saw John at a glorious angle. He looked so tall, buff, powerful, a dominant man. “Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?” Ben nodded as much as the poles and straps allowed him to, “Yes sir. I…I need to be your chair. It’s my destiny” Ben’s cock was throbbing against his belly. John smiled widely. His crotch was bulging. He had been horny since they started talking online. “You have no idea how much I’m going to love this. This has been my fantasy for years but I couldn’t find guys who were into it. You’ll be my first chair. You should be honored.” Ben gulped, his face was burning red, “I…I’m very honored sir. I hope I serve you well.” “You only have three jobs once you’re in there,” John said, “First, sniff all of my farts. I don’t want to smell a single one. Second, eat out my asshole whenever I’m naked. Third, don’t talk unless you are asking for food and water.” “…ok,” Ben’s voice had gone weak. He was starting to feel dread now. Excited and horny, but also dreading if he’d made the wrong choice. But it was too late to say anything. He had to go through with it. As he said, this weekend is his destiny now. It was settled. John slowly pushed the gurnee into the old fireplace, lining it up right. He had sealed off the chimney long ago, so it wouldn’t be cold in there. Ben’s body was completely hidden in the wall. Only his head and shoulders were sticking out, held down on the gurnee. Using his feet, John kicked down the wheel stops so that the gurnee couldn’t move if Ben shook around. John then pushed the chair back in place against the wall. Then, he got on his knees and stuck his hand under the chair. He found another knob and twisted it a few times to lift the gurnee up. As promised, Ben’s nose peaked through the hole in the seat. John stood up, and saw through the built-in rim seat, Ben’s face was the only part of him exposed. John grabbed the fabric from earlier and reminded him, “This is only to cover you for when my friends are here tomorrow. Don’t worry, they won’t see you. But it is thin enough that my ass will mold over your face and you will still get to smell everything.” “Um, John,” Ben was shivering, “can we…or, ok, wait, pause, can we just do this for maybe half an hour at first, just to test it so I can see what it’s like before we do the full two days,” John burst out laughing. It sounded evil in the moment. Ben’s face went white this time, the same dread creeped back. John said “I just told you minutes ago that don’t have conversations with chairs. No normal person speaks to a chair. But since you’re new to this I’ll let it slide. Your time for negotiation is over. If you wanted to only do half an hour, you should have said so in the email. But nooo…you’re pathetic little dick was throbbing when I said 48 hours. Remember you told me that? Throbbing. You loved the time we picked. So I’m sticking with it. It is,” he looked at the clock, “4pm Friday. Meaning that you will be here until 4pm Sunday afternoon. And now I’m done talking to you.” He sighed. Ben was whimpering. He was afraid he’d made a terrible mistake. “I have been holding this fart in since I picked you up from the train,” John smiled again, “And you’re going to vacuum suck it out of my jeans.” he turned around. His ass looked huge from this angle, and he slowly lowered it over Ben’s face. The cushion supported his butt cheeks, and lightly spread them in his pants. They molded over Ben’s face. John shifted around until he felt the tip of Ben’s nose wedge up against his asshole. Now John was shaking. His cock was hard. He gripped the armrests of the chair and pushed. PPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRR The fart came out much louder than he thought it would be. It vibrated deep into the chair. He burst out laughing. He felt Ben cry out into his ass, and he heard the gurnee wheels squeak. He was buckling around down there, making the gurnee shake a bit, but John knew it wouldn’t move. And he knew that there was nothing Ben could do to get his face out from his ass. The straps and post made it so he had no choice but to keep his head up, and if John wanted to fart directly into his nostrils, he could. And definitely would. “Again, I’ll be nice since you’re new to this,” John cleared his throat, “You can’t be making any noise down there. The next 24 hours will be great practice for you to suck in my farts without freaking out and screaming.” He felt Ben settle down, and felt him sniff and cough into his ass cheeks. John said, “Ok and also you really need to not cough or gag or anything. Anyway, now we can start for real.” And with that, John stopped talking. Because why would he talk to a chair? He flipped on the TV and watched an old sitcom rerun. He felt a silent but deadly fart seep out and warm his butt. He shivered in delight, feeling extra comfortable in his new chair. If anyone else lived in the house with him, walking by they would just see John sitting in his favorite chair watching TV, and not think twice. … The next couple hours were uneventful. The sun set and it got dark in the house quick. John had some lights on and was still watching the show. At one point he got up to grab a bag of chips. As he stood up, he heard his chair coughing and sucking in fresh air. John laughed. In the kitchen he poured some chips into a bowl. Then he walked right back to the living room and sat down. Obedient so far. He didn’t have that much gas. Just a few short, quiet farts whispered out of his ass. They must have stunk pretty badly because each time, he felt muffled coughing against his butt cheeks, and heard the gurnee shake a bit. John had a huge smile on his face, and he was hard the whole time. At around 7pm he turned off the TV, got up, and went to the kitchen to make some dinner. Nothing special. Leftover beef tacos. Even though it wasn’t healthy for him, he heated it up with a heaping handful of pre-shredded cheese. His grin was so wide. He’d mentioned in earlier emails that he was lactose intolerant, and that he would purposefully eat dairy so that he had more frequent and more foul smelling gas. In Ben’s reply, he said “my cock is drooling at the thought”. So, why not stick to his word? He’ll feel gross for the rest of the night, but at least John wouldn’t have to smell any of his own farts. He quietly ate his tacos in the kitchen, texting his friends about what beer he should get for the party tomorrow. Closer to 8pm, he came back to the living room. He wanted so badly to look down at his chair again, but part of the fun was not acknowledging Ben as a person. He had to treat the chair like he would treat any other chair; with apathy, and disinterest. He sat back down, shifting a bit and feeling his cheeks separate so that Ben’s face wedged into his ass again. He puckered his hole to make sure that it was right over his nose. “Ugh, I shouldn’t have put cheese in those tacos” he pretended he was talking to himself, “My ass is gonna be ripping up a storm tonight.” He sat back and turned the TV on again. This time he watched the next episode of his favorite cop drama. His guts gurgled. His dick got hard. He knew that his chair had heard the gurgling too. John could feel his face scrunch up, embracing for impact. He grunted, PRPRRRRRT A wet sounding fart sputtered out of his ass. John sighed. He felt the chair sniff, and then it made a violent gagging noise. Again, he felt the chair shake a little as Ben’s body jerked as a reflex. John held back laughter. His own lactose farts made him feel queasy. He couldn’t imagine how unbearable they had to be injected right up the nose. He looked at the clock. Only 45 more hours to go. At 9pm he got up, and to his surprise, the chair spoke, “John can we do a time out,” “Huh?” He looked around, pretending that he was alone, “That’s funny, I could have sworn I heard someone speak even though there’s no other human in the house,” “John I’m serious,” the chair pleaded, “Your farts stink really fucking bad, I need a break,” John grit his teeth, and said, “Ok, quicktime out. Yeah, of course they stink. They’re farts. Not rose perfume. Second, you don’t get breaks, remember? You are my chair.” “Yeah,” Ben’s voice was faint, defeated. They’d already talked about this at length over email, but it wasn’t until that moment that Ben had internalized the reality of it. “Now, I’ve been way too nice to you so far,” John continued, “So if you speak without permission again, I’m not going to be nice. Ok?” The chair didn’t say anything. “Good chair.” John nodded. “You hungry?” “Yes sir.” John went into the kitchen to make food. Ben stared up at the ceiling, his whole body trembling. This was really happening. He couldn’t stand John’s noxious farts. Each one made him feel sick to his stomach. But he had no choice. Just as he promised, he was completely at the mercy of John’s ass. In the dark hole in the wall, a pearl of precum dripped out of Ben’s cock. John came back with bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. The smell of tacos when John got up earlier had made his stomach growl, and he wished he would have gotten more food than this. But he couldn’t complain. John had to spoon feed him the soup, and he tore the sandwich into small bites to drop into his mouth. Didn’t want to get the rest of the chair dirty. He then let Ben gulp down a glass of water. Without asking if he was satisfied, John sat right back down in the chair. He had a devilish smile on his face, because he had been holding in more gas since he got up. PRRPTRTTTTTTTTT The fart sounded like it came from deep in his bowls. Again, he felt the chair jerking around under him. He continued to watch TV. Close to 10pm, John turned the TV off and got up. He went into the bathroom, got undressed, and turned on the shower. He stood outside, waiting for the water to get hot. His body was covered in black hair, especially on his arms, legs, and ass cheeks. He got into the shower and started to shampoo his hair. He rinsed, put in some conditioner, and lathered his hands in body wash. He kept his ass sticking out of the shower curtain. He didn’t want a single drop of water to touch it. Why wash your ass in the shower when you had a chair with a built in asshole cleaner? Out of curiosity, he did two things. First, he brought his ass back into the shower, still away from the water, and ripped a fart. It echoed off the tiles. He sniffed the air. It was like old cheese in rotting egg salad. The stink actually made him gag. He started laughing. That was what he would be feeding his chair for the next few days. His cock was hard, but he decided to wait to take care of it. The second thing he did, after he dried himself off, was to rub his index finger in his ass crack, then bring it up to his nose to smell. Not atrocious, but not…good. It’s a man’s ass at the end of the day, of course it wouldn’t smell good. Again he shivered. He washed his hands, then he brushed his teeth. He went into his room, still naked, and grabbed a blanket. Then he walked back to the living room. His cock had gone down a bit, but it was at half mast when he reached the chair. Briefly, he looked into Ben’s eyes, before turning around and sitting down. Now he felt the skin of his face wedge into his ass crack. Luckily he didn’t have to repeat the rule about nudity, because the chair remembered to start licking. John draped the blanket over himself, and opened a book he had left on the table. For the next few hours, John was in ecstasy. It was so warm and comfortable. He loved the feeling of being fresh out of the shower, comfy and naked in a blanket, curled up with a good book, and feeling a hot moist tongue work his asshole. It was hard for him to focus on the book, because, despite how much he wanted to dehumanize and ignore him, Ben was the only thing on John’s mind. He thought that at any moment, he could easily fart into his mouth. But it was still day one, John thought he’d give him a bit more time to get used to these arrangements before he pushed the boundaries. The devil on his shoulder was excited. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow, when he would get to hear his chair gagging on the fart he’ll rip down its throat. As the hours passed, the tongue was moving slower and slower. There were a few minutes where it stopped completely. John would clear his throat, and a moment later it would start back up again. He looked at the clock. It was nearing 1am. 8 hours had passed. Another 40 to go. John wished he could just fall asleep in his chair, and force Ben to endure his night farts. His dick was hard at the idea of him being fast asleep, and his unconscious body letting out a disgusting fart right up Ben’s nose. So badly, he wanted to sleep on top of Ben, keeping Ben from sleeping and forcing him to be conscious with his putrid asshole over his nose. But unfortunately, John couldn’t fall asleep in a chair. He had to lay down. So, he put the bookmark in his book, set it aside, tossed the blanket off of him, and got up to go to bed. He stood up a bit, his ass hovering just over the chair. Instead of saying goodnight, he grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them, and pushed, PPRRPRPRPRRRRRR Yet another obnoxiously disgusting fart burst out of his ass. This time, he got to hear the chair’s coughing and gagging without being muffled. He didn’t turn to look. He turned off the light and left the room. In bed, John had lotioned his cock and was masturbating to the memories of the day. He was kicking himself for not modifying the couch instead. If he’d modified the couch, then he could have the option to sleep with his ass over Ben’s face. Ribbons of cum draped his body. He wiped it off with a rag and fell asleep. … At 7am, John’s alarm went off. He yawned, stretched, refreshed for a new day. He got out of bed and threw on tight athletic underwear that helped him breathe down there, grey jogging shorts, and a tight purple running shirt. He put on black socks, and his running shoes. Walking through the house, he passed the living room on the way to the kitchen. His chair was silent. He grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge, grabbed his iPod, and left his house. Even though it was a cool morning, he sweat a lot during his run. He jogged three miles every morning. His stomach wasn’t feeling good. Still upset from the cheese the night before. But that was a problem for his chair to deal with. It was closer to 8am when he got back to the house, his back, armpits, crotch, feet, and ass were all sweating. He finished his water and came into the house, where he took off his shoes, and, with a smirk, dropped his jogging shorts. His underwear had dark patches of sweat around his ass crack and crotch. He walked straight to the living room, ready to relax in his chair. Briefly looking at the face in the hole, he noticed bags under his eyes. He thought about asking Ben if he slept well, but remembered that it would be weird for a guy to talk to a chair. Ben hadn’t slept well at all. He never was able to sleep on his back, and hours of the straps digging into his skin made him itchy, and the inability to move made him claustrophobic. He briefly slept for a few minutes at a time, dozing off then waking up again, unable to fall into a deep sleep. John twisted around and sat on the chair. His tight underwear held in the moisture of his ass crack sweat up against the nose. John leaned forward, scrolling through social media on his phone. He slowly let out a thick and silent fart. It made his swamp ass heat up, and again he heard and felt retching under him. John’s cock tightened. After a half an hour of aimlessly looking at sensationalized news, John got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He scrambled some eggs and put them in an english muffin sandwich, each with a slice of ham and muenster cheese. He figured the combination of eggs and cheese would make a wonderful cocktail of gas for his chair to enjoy later. He went to the living room and asked, “Hungry?” “Yes sir,” the chair’s voice croaked, sounding depressed. John went back to the kitchen. A few moments later, he came back with some buttered toast, a cup of greek yogurt, and a banana cut in slices. Feeding was the only time he treated Ben like a person. John looked down at him with a kind smile. After giving him a glass of water to drink, the chair said, “…I’m sorry John but I feel so stiff. Can you let me out?” John’s smile disappeared. “Just five minutes and I’ll get right back in,” the voice was shrill, “Please, I gotta stretch man, this hurts,” John didn’t say anything. He set the glass down, stood up, and left the room. Ben’s eyes frantically shifted, but he shouldn’t move his head to see anything beyond the ceiling. He heard John’s footsteps come back, and then, to Ben’s surprise, he felt the gurnee lower. He was going to let him out! “Thank you so much sir,” he smiled, “I promise I won’t complain again for the rest of the weekend,” John moved the chair out of the way. But instead of pulling the gurnee out of the wall, he stood over Ben and twisted his ear. Ben cried out in pain, his face scrunching up and his mouth wide open. Just what John wanted. John quickly shoved something into Ben’s mouth, and quickly wrapped a strap around the back of his head, keeping it secure around his mouth. Ben couldn’t see it, but he could feel it prying his lips open. He couldn’t close his mouth if he wanted to. He moaned out, frantic. What was going on? John ignored his cries, and he brought the chair back over him. Then, he reset the gurnee to lift him back up to seat level. Just like before, except this time his mouth was being held open with a spider gag. The chair continued to moan in fear as John went into the kitchen and pulled out a half pint of chocolate milk. He chugged half of it, then carried it into the living room. He stood over the chair so it could see clearly what he was holding. It’s eyes were wide with fear. It moaned out, unable to make words but the pattern was clear, “No, no, no, no,” “I told you I would stop being nice if you didn’t keep silent,” John closed his eyes, setting the milk jug down. “Now, you must be punished.” He turned around, peeled his underwear off his sweaty ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and sat down on the chair. PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR The chair screamed up John’s ass. John smirked. That had to taste bad. It would take another hour for the milk to do havoc on his system, so he would just have to wait until the real punishment started. John turned on the TV and relaxed. … At 11:30, John finally stood up. He looked down at Ben’s face, which was wet with tears, and his eyes were burning red. Despite how horrible the past three hours had been for him, he at least managed to swallow every single fart. Without speaking, John lowered the gurnee, moved the chair, and then removed the spider gag. The chair didn’t speak. Just like a good chair should act. He then put everything back in place. John hoped that Ben finally understood what ‘you have no rights” means, and “you belong to me for the next 48 hours”. He looked at the clock and did a quick calculation. 20 hours in, only 28 more to go. He went into his bedroom and changed into jeans and a plain sweater. Grabbed his coat, wallet, and keys, then left the house. He drove to the grocery store. It was busy around lunch time. He picked up snacks for tonight’s game. Buffalo chicken wings with blue cheese dipping sauce. Nachos. Mozzarella sticks. John grimaced. The milk he drank earlier was making him feel bloated and queasy. As bad as he felt, at least he didn’t have to experience dozens of his lactose farts directly on his tongue. He shuddered at the thought. Even so, he felt reluctant to get all of these cheese products. He shrugged. He always took one for the team. If his friends were over, he’d treat them to all kinds of unhealthy cheese covered snacks. And again, it isn’t as if any of them would have to smell his farts. That was the chair’s job. He bought a case of generic beer. Then, he decided for himself to grab a six pack of stouts. These heavy dark beers made his ass bloated at night. Since it’s day two, he should bring out the big guns and make full use of his fart-vacuuming chair. When he got back home, it was a little after 1pm. While he was gone, Ben managed to doze off a bit, only from exhaustion. And boredom. The worst part of this weekend so far was the incredible boredom he felt. John put everything away, and he left the wings in the oven on low heat. He came back with lunch for the chair. Just a ham sandwich. As he fed the chair, he said out loud, “My friends will be coming around four. I’ve been feeling so bloated and gassy today. Thankfully my new chair will take care of that. I’ll let them out silently, and it will silently vacuum up my farts so no one has to smell them. The chair let out a whimper. … By the time his friends came, John had changed into sweatpants and a loose comfortable sweatshirt. Matt and Hugo gave him bro hugs, and they all walked toward the living room. From their view, the chair was plain as ever, a normal looking seat, unremarkable and not worth looking at twice. John had already set up the nachos. They all grabbed beers, John opted for his bottle of stout. He sat down in his chair and relaxed, taking a deep swig of the bottle. The three of them chatted about work, Hugo vented about his girlfriend, they watched the game and talked about stats, they munched on nachos, they made dirty jokes. John felt his stomach cramp a bit, and so he carefully let out a silent stream of gas. It felt very hot, and it warmed up his butt and the seat of the chair. The heat went away quickly at least. The chair was working. John smiled. Later, he got up to bring in the wings. As he got up, he smoothed out the sides of the chair to fix any suspicious indentations. For a split second, the seat seemed to be in the shape of a human face. But neither of the friends noticed, because, well, why would anyone pay attention to a chair? In the kitchen, John pulled the wings out of the oven. His stomach still felt sick. The milk from earlier was still bothering him, plus the new addition of nacho cheese. The beer wasn’t helping, and if he dipped fried chicken wings into a cheese sauce…He closed his eyes. It would be very hard for him to hide his gas. But he had to be a good host. The night went on, and the more drunk they got, the louder they got. They laughed, they cheered. John was so comfortable in his seat. He slowly let out what felt like the hundreth fart of the night. Again, he felt his ass warm up. And again, he felt the slightest nudge underneath him. “Dude should you be eating all this cheese?” Hugo asked. Matt laughed, “Oh yeah, doesn’t this shit give you like mad farts and stuff,” “Hah, yeah,” John shrugged, “To be honest I’ve been farting into my chair ever since I sat down.” They all started laughing. He went on, “Seriously, it isn’t even like a bunch of farts, for the past hour it’s been one long stream of gas. I’m still letting it out.” Hugo was on the verge of tears. “Don’t worry, my chair’s been absorbing it all,” … After the game ended, they sat in the living room, chatting some more. Finally, it was nearing 10pm, and they decided to head out. “You wanna come out to Nico’s with us?” Their favorite bar. “Nah, I’m good. I’ve been exhausted I think I’ll just watch some TV then head to bed.” And he genuinely was feeling sick to his stomach. He saw them out. Then he returned to the living room and stretched. He saw that he forgot to adjust the fabric the last time he got up, and so the indentation of a face was clear on the seat. John was surprised that none of them had noticed. His dick was getting hard. He walked over to the chair and took the fabric off. Ben took a gasp of air. “Thirsty?” “Yes sir,” he coughed. He went to get a glass of water. He wanted to congratulate Ben on a job well done. Five hours worth of farts went completely unnoticed because of him. But it would be strange to thank a chair for doing something it’s supposed to do anyway. And it isn’t as if a chair would feel something like pride in being a fart absorber. After giving Ben some water, John sat back down. His eyelids were heavy. He watched the TV some more. He realized he was falling asleep. He got up, went to the fridge, and pulled out the fourth bottle of the night. Not a whole lot, but enough to make his body feel heavy. He got an idea. He was trembling with excitement, but he couldn’t think about it too much or the plan wouldn’t work. He opened a drawer and took out a roll of duct tape. Back in the living room, he set the bottle on the table next to his chair. Then he pulled out a strip of duct tape, and used it to cover the mouth in the chair. Then, he turned around, and slowly lowered the back of his sweatpants. His hairy ass hung out of his pants, and he slowly sat down on the chair, adjusting so that his hole was over the nose as usual. He yawned. He drank the beer and watched the TV, lowering the volume. After another hour, without trying he fell asleep. … It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Ben realized, with horror, what had happened. That John had fallen asleep with his disgusting unwashed asshole against his nose. Without being able to open his mouth, he had to breathe through his nose, which meant he had to take in his stink with each breath. The weight over him made it difficult to breath as it was. When he first farted, Ben thought that John was awake. The fart made his eyes burn, and he gagged against the duct tape. Then he realized that John was completely asleep, and that he just farted in his sleep. They were soft, but thick and hot and swampy. The combination of lactose, beer, and deep fried foods, made the stink beyond atrocious. Another fart seeped out of John’s ass. Ben gripped the sides of the board, and wiggled his feet, and tried shifting his body around. There had to be some way to turn his head to the side so he didn’t have to suffer it. But everything had been planned out too well. There was no escape. The asshole was providing him his only air, and so it was the only thing keeping him alive through the night. … At 7am the next morning, the alarm in John’s room went off. He could hear it from the living room. He had a bit of a headache, and his mouth was dry. He saw the TV was still on, low volume. The morning news. He drifted in and out of sleep for a bit. Almost half an hour later, he opened his eyes again. He felt sweaty. Uncomfortably sweaty. It was warm in this room, and the sweat clothes were really making him sweat. He knew his hairy ass was coated in sweat, and the face pressed up in his ass crack also felt uncomfortably hot. John smiled. He couldn’t imagine how horrible the night had to have been for his chair. He grunted and let out a beastly morning fart. PPPPTPRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTPPSSSS Yep. Definitely a beer fart. He felt shifting underneath him. Good, his chair survived the night. He stayed there for a bit so the chair could absorb the gas. He stood up, peeling his cheeks off the face, and yanked the duct tape off. The chair cried out in pain, and then started gasping. John ignored the noise and walked to his room, his ass still hanging out, red marks from where it had been rubbing skin all night. He took off his clothes, went into the bathroom, and took another shower. Again, he kept his ass out of the curtain. He thought it must have looked funny from an outsider perspective; a man taking a shower with his ass sticking out. Usually he went for a run, but he wasn’t feeling good. His stomach was still a wreck from the night before. Only 7 more hours of fun. He didn’t put on a shirt, but he did put on a pair of basketball shorts. He went back to the kitchen and made a bowl of oatmeal. He fed the chair without speaking to it. The chair didn’t say anything, it greedily ate the oatmeal off the spoon. Even though John knew it would make him feel worse, he poured himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He brought his cereal into the living room and ate it while watching the news from his chair. His stomach hurt in the next half hour. SSSPPPPPPPRPRPRRPRPRPRR The fart was painful, and sounded ugly. John cringed and held his stomach. He wanted to take one of his emergency gas pain relief pills, but that would probably stop his gas for the rest of the day. He only had 6.5 hours of fun left with his chair, and he wanted to make it happy. So he bore the pain, and pushed out the next fart. PPRRTTRTRTRTRPTPRTPRTPRTPRTPRPTRPTPRTP The chair was working overtime to suck in these farts. John was surprised he still felt and heard gagging underneath him. You’d think after so much time, the chair would get used to it by then. A wicked thought came to John’s mind. He’d had it before when he first messaged Ben, but he didn’t take it seriously. But he thought, what if he just decided to keep his new chair, and ignore any previous arrangements. Of course the thought was just a fantasy, he couldn’t actually do that to Ben. But it made his balls tighten. … He didn’t do much the next couple hours. As usual, he watched TV, and unleashed his upset-stomach farts into the seat of the chair. He couldn’t imagined what they must have smelt like. And thanks to the chair, he would have no idea. At lunch, he just had a sandwich. He fed the same type of sandwich to the chair, and gave it water. Then, he sat back down. He watched reruns. He yawned. It was pretty boring to just sit in a chair all day, but he wanted the chair’s last hours to be full of farts and ass stink. The clock eventually struck 3:30pm. Only 30 more minutes. The chair had done a fantastic job today. Unlike yesterday with all of its shaking around and moaning and speaking, the chair was completely quiet, and barely moved. It didn’t matter how loud or long or rank the farts were, the chair silently took them in. Again, as John’s heart was pounding, he pulled his pants down and sat back on the chair with his bare ass. He felt the tongue wiggle up his hole immediately. He started to jerk off, his throbbing cock large in his hand. His balls felt swollen. He knew he was going to cum soon, so he had to make it count. He tried imagining what it was like for his chair the past two days. How endless the assault of farts must have been for its nose. How uncomfortable its body had to be in the straps. How it had no way of knowing the passage of time, and could only see, feel, and smell the ass that was resting on it. How bad his ass stunk from the farts and from not washing. And how the chair licked his asshole without protest. He felt a fart and ripped it onto the tongue and into its mouth. PRRRR The tongue recoiled for a moment, then kept going. John came. His asshole clenched over the tongue that was rimming him. He settled down, his heart beating, and feeling light headed, as the tongue kept probing his asshole. The clock read 4pm, but he spent a few minutes relaxing in the afterglow. “Alright then,” John sighed in disappointment, “Time’s up.” He stood up. Ben let out a sigh of relief. John lowered the gurnee, and moved the chair out of the way. Then, he pulled the gurnee halfway out. He undid the hoses and tubes around Ben’s privates. Then he pulled the gurnee out. Ben looked pale, limp, and miserable. Especially in his eyes, there was such misery and exhaustion. His cock was rock hard. “I don’t normally do this to guys,” John said, “But you deserve a reward for being such a good chair,” He dropped his pants, and straddled Ben, lowering his asshole over his face, smothering him. As he sat on Ben, he watched as his body buckled around. John grabbed Ben’s rock hard cock, bent over, and took it into his mouth. Ben had been rock hard for so long, that he felt his dick was sensitive enough to go off at the slightest friction. At least, that’s what he thought would happen, if he had any physical stimulation while he was down there. It only took him a minute to erupt cum into John’s mouth. He moaned into John’s ass. Then, John stood up and undid the straps. Slowly, Ben moved his joints around. When John got to the headboard and undid the strap and posts, Ben cracked his neck loudly. Like a sloth, he tried sitting up, his full body was fatigued. Red lines from where the straps were raced across his skin. “Well…how was it?” John smiled. “That was fucking horrible,” Ben muttered. “Oh,” John frowned, “I’m sorry it wasn’t what you hoped it would be.” “Fuck off, where’s your bathroom, I need to shower.” … John drove him to the train station that evening. In the car, just before Ben left, he said “Well, even though you didn’t like it, thanks for helping me live out this fantasy.” “Whatever,” Ben’s voice was low. He got out of the car and headed for the train. … On the train ride, Ben looked depressed. He thought through everything he’d experienced. How badly John’s farts stink. How uncomfortable it was to be strapped down. How humiliating and disgusting it was to relieve himself in a hole in the wall. His full body was exhausted and stiff with pain from laying on the board for so long. And John didn’t even have the decency to let him stretch once. He remembered how boring it was to just lay there quietly, passively taking farts to the face, and then staring up at the ceiling when he was away. He had constant headaches from exhaustion and the pressure of John’s body. He felt underfed and cranky from the small bland meals John made for him. And worst of all, he was constantly nauseous when John farted into his nose. His throat hurt from so much coughing and gagging. And when the farts were very bad, he would jerk around and the straps dug more into his skin, making it burn. He’d turned down going with his friends to a bar that weekend for this. He’d chosen to spend two days of his life like this. He felt so dirty and pathetic. And embarrassed. He had been so excited to try out bondage, and his fart fetish, only to hate both in the end. That night, he was laying in bed, and he thought about John’s ass, how bad it stunk, how gross it felt sweating on his face, how the hairs clung to his nose and made it itch. Despite how much he’d hated the experience, his cock was rock hard. And cocks usually don’t lie. He called John. “Hello?” “Hey John, it’s me. Ben.” “Oh…hey. What’s up?” He took a deep breath, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I loved it so much.” “Really? You sounded so mad after I let you out,” “Yeah but…” Ben couldn’t explain, “I can’t stop thinking about your asshole.” “Oh well I’m flattered, haha,” “Are you doing anything this weekend?” On the other end of the line, Ben heard John laughing.

    The Roommate’s Revenge (Commission)

    (Contains: M/M Farting, face-farting, mouth-farting, foot-licking, mind-control, urination, urine-drinking) 

    Danny was furious. He didn’t show it—he wanted to keep the peace. But he was furious this had happened again. Danny had a number of early classes, and as such he tried to get early nights. His roommate, Matt, had a different schedule. Actually, he didn’t have a schedule at all. Danny wasn’t even sure he went to class most days. Instead, he stayed up late drinking, usually with his obnoxious friends, then slept the following morning away. This morning was no exception. Danny got up to find beer bottles, empty chip packets, and broken glass littering the floor of their shared lounge room. Despite Matt having a constant stock of red solo cups, it looked like they’d been using the good glasses, and one had been smashed. Again. Great. Danny had brought a box of six when he moved in, and they were down to four.

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