By: Nwsubguy
PART 1
I opened the door and saw him standing close to it looking uncomfortable. He quickly walked in without saying a word as though he was nervous someone would see him.
I’d contacted him through Twitter. He was someone I’d met at University and hung around with a few times, never letting on how hot he was and how I wanted more than anything to worship his incredible looking arse. After a few years I randomly thought back to him and found his profile without the need for much searching. After debating it for a long time I gave in to my desires and sent him a message, reminding him who I was and then I offered to pay him for a bit of a kinky meeting. He told me he was straight but after a bit negotiating over the price he agreed, though without much enthusiasm.
“Before anything happens I need to see the money to know it’s real.”
I handed him the envelope with the cash in and he quickly counted it.
He glanced at me then turned around. “Ok, you can do the first part.”
I didn’t need telling twice. Even with the awkwardness of the situation I was already rock hard. I dropped down to my knees and lent in so my face was only inches from his arse. It looked even more perfect up close and although I was desperate to kiss it I wanted to savour the moment. I moved in so my nose was touching the seam of his jeans and sniffed deeply. Even through the jeans I could tell he’d kept his promise not to have showered before meeting. It wasn’t overly strong but there was no mistaking it. I moved in and gently kissed it. I also took the opportunity to sniff again now that my nose was pressed much firmer against his jeans and into his crack. The smell was much stronger and my excitement almost overwhelmed me but I was able to keep just enough self control not to cum right there. While kissing I looked up and just caught him looking down on me with an expression that could be anything from amusement, confusion or disgust before he looked away.
I leant back and thanked him. I then asked if he was ready for the next part which he answered with a grunt I took to mean yes. I stood up, well aware I was definitely tenting in my pants, and gestured for him to move into the living room.
He walked in without saying anything and stood by the seat I’d set up, looking down at it. It looked like a solid black box with a leather toilet seat on top covering a hole on the top. There was a space for the neck of the sub which was cushioned to make it comfortable and impossible for the sub slide out of once the lid was down. The lid had a latch which could be closed so it wouldn’t open accidentally but which the sub could reach if there was any issue.
“Won’t it be air tight? You’ll run out of air if I stay on it for an hour, this won’t work.”
“Theres a meshed gap in the back panel that’ll let enough air in while you’re sat but keeping most of the smell and heat in.” I replied tipping the box slightly so he could see the vent.
He shook his head and muttered “fucking nuts” quietly to himself. “Get in it then so we can get this over with.”
I lifted the lid of the seat up and lay down with my head in it and lowered the lid down and clicked the latch. I couldn’t see him from my position but I could hear him taking his jeans off. He leant over so I could see his face and he looked at me for a moment with a curious expression before he disappeared again. I heard him turn the tv on and then he came fully into view, stood over the box with his back to me. From this angle I had a perfect view of his incredible arse through light blue boxer briefs. His legs were fairly hairy and thicker looking than I expected but were truly beautiful.
“Hang on” he said as he stepped away and out of view which was extremely frustrating in the moment. I felt a cushion or something bulky being placed over my, still very hard, cock.
“I’m not looking at that for the next 2 hours, don’t knock it off”
He came back into view showing off his arse again but this time he didn’t delay and he started to drop down. He did it tentatively, clearly unsure about the sturdiness of the seat which gave me the bonus of giving me a great view as he came down, revealing a sweat patch from about a quarter of the way down his crack running down to his crotch.
Finally he was sat fully on the seat and I was plunged into darkness. I could feel his arse across my whole face and my nose was planted firmly in his crack, close to his hole. I could also feel the sweat I’d seen on his boxers pressed onto my lips and chin. The smell was a lot more intense than it had been earlier. There was a definite odour of shit but it didn’t overpower the smell of sweat and musk that was coming off him. The heat also quickly built up.
He shuffled slightly which had the effect of rubbing the sweat into my nose and on my face enhancing the smell. For what felt around 10 minutes he didn’t move again. I could just about hear the tv but even if it had been at full volume it couldn’t have distracted me from the incredible feeling I was experiencing. It was everything I’d hoped for and all of my senses were fully focused on the incredible arse that I’d fantasised about for years and it was taking what little control I had not to let myself cum too soon.
Eventually though I felt a little movement followed by another. I felt it enough to wonder if he was laughing at the tv or just scratching somewhere before I felt a rippling movement on my nose. This was quickly followed by a blast of warmer air and the smell of a strong fart that I was getting full force right into my nose. In normal circumstances it probably wouldn’t have been seen as a particularly strong smelling fart but from my position it was overpowering and I was close to gagging. It took me a moment to control myself and, remembering my role, I sniffed as deeply as I could which amplified the smell. Part of my agreement with him was that I would thank him for any farts he “shared” with me after I’d sniffed deeply. it wasn’t his idea but I wanted to as it would add to the humiliation of the experience. I again had to fight the urge to gag but I was able to mumble a “thank you” which I hoped he would be able to hear.
I felt a little more movement and braced for a follow up but nothing came. My cock twitched at the realisation that this time it was probably him laughing.
The smell didn’t really clear for the rest of the session, even without him farting again, but I did start to get more used to it and the danger of gagging had passed. The temperature also carried on rising and the sweatiness of the box was getting pretty extreme, even with the air vent. I could feel his arse sweat covering my face and mixing with my own. Even for the horniness of the situation I was beginning to look forward to him standing up, even if the break would be brief.
Eventually the hour was up and I felt a sudden change of pressure as he stood up. The cold air flooded in along with the light. I wanted to see how sweaty his boxers looked but my eyes too long to adjust and he was out of view before I could see. After a few moments his face reappeared looking down on me with a definite hint of a smirk.
“You ready for the last part”
I nodded but couldn’t speak. He disappeared again before again standing with his back to me letting me see his now naked arse. Again it looked incredible and I was very aware that the fact it was glistening meant I was going to be skin to skin with his arse sweat.
He glanced down at me then started to lower down again. As he started to lower I could see his hairy crack and hole getting closer. As he sat down the tip of my nose effectively slipped into his anus, helped by how sweaty and slick it was. This time was smell was a bit stronger than before but not as much as I was expecting. The aftermath of his fart was also still noticeable. The main sensation though was how wet, warm and slimy it all felt. For anyone else this would be hell but I couldn’t have been more excited. Too excited in fact as I felt my cock twitch and then explode. It felt like my whole body was overpowered and I gasped for air while covering the inside of my pants in what felt like gallons of cum.
It took time for me to return to my senses and when it did it hit me like a steam train. Suddenly the sensible part of my brain was aware I had my face in a gross arse and wanted out. I was still horny enough not to panic but the fun had definitely gone so I thought the best option was to signal him to bring it to a stop. I tapped him on the leg a couple of times to get his attention.
He raised up slightly but not far enough to get my nose out of his crack. “Don’t worry I could tell what happened, that must have been some orgasm. You really flipped out. No need to panic, even though you’ve peaked a bit too soon theres no need to cut this short, you’ve paid for the next hour so you’ll still get it.” At this he dropped back down, sealing me back in.
I thought he was just joking so I waited a moment but when he didn’t stand I tapped his leg again.
There was noticeable laughter in his reply. “You wanted this and paid for it, you’re gonna get it.”
After saying this I felt his hole vibrate and another fart was blasted into my face. It smelt a lot worse than before and lasted a lot longer. It might have been my imagination but it also felt distinctly wetter than it had before too.
Any fun I’d been having was replaced with disgust at the smell, heat, wetness and myself for making all this happen. I could feel individual hairs from his arse on my eyelids, my lips and up my nose.
A big part of me wanted to struggle, to make him get off me, to escape but he was right. I asked for this and even paid him. It felt ridiculous but I also had some pride at the idea of enduring it like I felt a sub should so I settled down into it. It probably didn’t sound very sincere but I even managed a quiet “thank you” to him.
While it was a struggle, after a while the hornyness started to return and although I wasn’t enjoying it like I had before I was able to tolerate it better. There were 3 more farts he shared with me before it ended, all of which smelt worse than the one before. He said something after the last one which I couldn’t fully make out but it sounded like any more farts might be “risky” so he’ll stop. I grew to mostly enjoy the rest of the experience but was also grateful when he finally stood up.
Again the cool air was a relief but my face felt disgusting. After a few moments his face appeared above me grinning.
“Have fun? I did on the last part.”
Before I could answer he unlatched the lid and lifted it up.
I sat up and looked at him. He’d already put his boxers on and had reached for his jeans. I risked a glance at his bulge and although he was soft it looked pretty impressive.
I looked away and was able to mutter “that was amazing, thank you.”
He laughed and said he’d hoped I wouldn’t be pissed about him not giving me a break.
“I was a bit at the time but am glad you didn’t”
“That’s good. It was all fucking weird but if you wanted to do it again sometime I could use the money and it was a bit of a laugh.”
While he finished with his belt I let him know I’d take him up on that offer. I accompanied him to the front door but before I opened it he stopped me.
“You’ll probably want to wash your face before you go out again, you’ve a bit of brown nose going on, sorry about. But in fairness, seems only right you should kiss my arse goodbye.” He turned around, dropped his jeans below his arse and bent over slightly.
I didn’t need telling twice.
PART 2
Over the next few months we repeated the sessions every four weeks or so with pretty much the same set up. I paid him each time and I knew to have the money ready for him to reduce any awkwardness at the start, but he also seemed to be enjoying it more each time, or at least hating it less. At his suggestion the arse kiss at the end of each meet was done every time and was always done with more enthusiasm from him than the one at the start, often with a big grin from him and always with him dropping his jeans.
He’d even let me quickly, though under my pants so he didn’t have to see, wank off before he stood up at the end of the last two meets.
At the end of the last meeting while he was getting ready to leave and I was coming down from the experience he casually asked what it was I enjoyed about it as he couldn’t think of anything he’d want less. I answered honestly that I didn’t really know for sure but humiliation, arse worship and feeling trapped were big turns on for me. He then asked if I liked the smell as he really didn’t understand the request for not showering. I struggled to put it into words but tried to explain that I didn’t particularly like it but it added to the humiliation of it and due to loving arse worship it made me more aware of what I was doing. He seemed even more confused but didn’t press further and following the goodbye arse kiss he was gone.
We didn’t contact each other again until I messaged him again around three weeks later to see if he wanted a repeat meet after payday.
He was happy to do it again but asked for an increase in the money as he was really struggling and needed it. I decided not to answer right away and to give it a bit more thought as although I could just about afford the price it’d wipe out most of my spare money for the month.
By time I’d got home, I’d decided to go ahead but ask to go further with what I wanted if I had to spend more. It meant revealing more of my humiliating desires but after convincing a straight guy I hadn’t spoken to for years to let me stick my nose in his arse each month in return for money it didn’t feel too risky to push a little more.
I asked if the time could be increased for both the clothed sitting and the naked from one hour to two. As he’d end up being there for a whole afternoon or evening I even offered to get snacks in for him. The other request was where the issue might be. Previously I’d asked him to avoid showering for at least a day so but now I asked if he could go further and still skip the shower but also try to do something that would really build up the sweat and smell. I could tell he was a gym goer so I suggested he could come straight from there but I also said he could be half hearted when wiping if he shit before coming. I re-read the wording of my reply again and again before eventually hitting send.
His reply was quick and I was relieved to see he’d agreed to it so, following a few more quick messages, we had the set the date and time and now all there was to do was wait.
Finally the day came and I’d been stood waiting by the front door for twenty minutes when I heard the knock, right on time. I opened it right away which seemed to startle him a bit but he quickly recovered and quickly came in.
I had the money ready and gave it to him right away. He smiled and gave a little chuckle before he quickly started counting it. As he was counting he gradually turned around so by the time he was done his back, and arse, were facing me. He pocketed the money then glanced at me and tapped his arse.
I took that as the OK so quickly dropped down and moved in. I waited until my nose was touching his jeans till I sniffed and I was taken a bit back by the strong smell of shit. He’d definitely fulfilled my request and part of me wondered if the next 4 hours were going to be too tough but my cock was straining at the thought.
I leant in the last few centimetres and kissed. I sniffed again while doing it and it further confirmed my worries about just how dirty he was.
He didn’t look back at me but just asked “same room?” And then walked into it when I told him it was.
I quickly stood up and followed him and saw he’d already picked the remote up and was getting to what he wanted to watch. He was more relaxed this time than he had been before. I looked to make sure I’d left the snacks he wanted out and then lay down and put my head into the box before lowering the lid and latching it.
I could hear him taking his jeans off and moving about a bit before his face appeared looking down at me smiling.
“You probably thought you got away with it but I’ve caught you looking pretty much every time and as you’ve got me out of a pretty big rent problem this month I think I can give you a bit of a treat.”
After saying this he stepped forward and his front came into view which gave me a front row seat to the bulge, in his now traditional tight blue boxers, which from my angle looked huge. His tight boxers meant it was easy to see the shape of what was clearly a pretty big cock alongside his balls. He grabbed it with one of his hands and shook it just before he stepped out of view.
A moment later he reappeared this time with his back to me and I immediately focused on his arse. He was right that it had been a treat to see his bulge but this was what I needed and as ever it didn’t disappoint. I could feel my cock twitch and after what happened the first time I knew to keep as calm as I could but it looked perfect. He started to lower down and I didn’t take my eyes off it the whole time. As he got closer though it became clear how well he’d kept his promise as there was a clear brown patch along his crack running down to the base of his arse. I smelt it just before it touched me and I instantly knew this was going to be a struggle.
I felt overwhelmed as my nose probed into his crack and right to his hole. The smell combined with the wet and warm fabric of his soiled boxers assaulted all of my senses at once. I fought to avoid gagging which proved futile as my body made it impossible not to and with each gag my nose and face shifted, ensuring that I was inadvertently sampling more of the substance above me and effectively rubbing it into my face.
I was eventually able to settle the impulse to gag enough to calm myself down. I became aware that even through all this my cock hadn’t gone down at all and it wouldn’t take much to shoot. Knowing that he wouldn’t get up if I came and this would instantly become a hundred times worse, I put all my focus on maintaining my composure to prevent that from happening.
I was able to steady my breathing and I tried to work out how best to deal with my situation. I opened my mouth and tried to breathe through that rather than my nose but this was a mistake as now in addition to dealing with the smell I also had the taste of what was above me. Even without my tongue making contact it still somehow tasted like my mouth was caked in shit so I closed it and went back to nose breathing.
It hadn’t for a moment become anything less than disgusting but I told myself I was confident I could get through it and that this would be worth it in the end.
He suddenly shifted on me in order to be able to speak to me clearly.
“Nice huh?” He laughed hysterically. “I went all out for you. Smells pretty bad from here, wouldn’t want to be you right now. Enjoy the next 2 hours”.
With that he squashed me back down and settled in. I could just about hear whatever he was watching on the tv but all my attention was on my other senses. From the feel of what was on my face I was pretty sure he’d not just failed to wipe the last time he shit but he’d probably just gone straight into his boxers. For a moment I considered how the bare arse stage would be but I quickly decided to deal with that when It happens and for now I should just get though this.
He barely moved over the next twenty minutes so I was able to adjust and get used to it enough to find it manageable and start to concentrate on the horniness it brought me, even enjoying it to an extent. It did make me question why something that disgusts me and makes me want to be sick just so happens to also be my happy place and where I could feel more “at home” than anything else but I put that out of my head. It’d been something I’d struggled with my entire adult life and this wasn’t the time to solve that riddle.
I felt him shift a little and heard a packet opening so I knew he was tucking into the snacks I’d got him. Although he only moved a little it was enough to move my noses position and dislodge whatever was close to it which seemed to amplify the smell for a moment before it settled a bit.
I lost track of time completely and was even starting to zone out a little when I felt him shuffle again which again moved things enough to unleash more stink. This was nothing though to what would happen next as I felt a rumble and heard a noise that can only be called a “splat”. It probably didn’t smell any worse than what was surrounding me but it smelt different enough to stand out. It also had the effect of pushing the smell deep into my nose. Before I could react there were three more splats in quick succession sending more blasts into my face. I fought the urge to gag and despite my body’s protests I inhaled deeply as promised, strongly enhancing the smell and fulfilling my purpose.
He shifted a little, which I realised was so he could hear what he knew I was about to say better.
“Thank you”. Even with him slightly off me I still got a taste of shit in my mouth.
He laughed but then mockingly pointed out what he thought was an issue. “I counted four farts but only one thank you, does that seem fair to you?”
By the rules that I’d agreed to he was right and I wasn’t in a position to argue so, even knowing this would be unpleasant, I readied myself.
“Thank you” the taste intensified.
“Thank you” it got stronger.
“Thank you”.
He laughed again but without another word he sealed me back in. I now had the strong taste to deal with as well as the growing feeling of humiliation that I’d just said what I’d said in return for being farted on. It always stung a little but it was amplified by saying it while my face was covered in shit. I could even feel myself burning red. It also had the immediate effect of making my cock swell even more which snapped me out of my shame/kink spiral as cumming now would be awful.
It felt like a long time till there was any further movement but eventually another fart was delivered. I sniffed deeply again while both hating and loving every moment. He didn’t move to hear me but I thought it was best to avoid giving him a reason to so I tried to shout my “thank you”.
This meant opening my mouth pretty far which I soon regretted but he didn’t move so he either heard it or just didn’t care as much as before.
After what seemed like an eternity he swayed a bit then stood up quickly stepping out of view. I breathed in deeply hoping for some clean air but more than enough had seeped onto my face and combined with his and my sweat that it smelt just as bad. I was happy to feel the cooler air though.
He groaned and I could tell he was stretching.
“Dunno how you feel but sitting still for two hours gets uncomfortable. Am gonna go for a piss, don’t go away.”
I heard him leave the room and head upstairs. I was silently delighted for this as it gave me a bit longer to cool down. All too soon though I heard the toilet flush and his footsteps coming down the stairs.
He came back in and he stepped into view looking down at me.
“You look rough. I’d say you need to wash your face too but there probably isn’t much point doing it now.”
I half smiled at him but couldn’t bring myself to speak. I just about managed a nod. He smiled back then disappeared from view. A little bit of shuffling later and what sounded like a ziplock plastic bag being opened and closed, he reappeared, this time with his back to me and the boxers gone.
I immediately focused all me attention on his arse which, even with noticeable brown marks on it, still looked incredible. It didn’t look as shitty as I was expecting (and dreading).
“I hope you don’t mind but I thought it best to clean up a little back there before this. Don’t worry though, I was far from thorough so you’ve got a fun two hours ahead of you.”
He started dropping down and as his crack came better into view I could easily see he wasn’t lying about not being thorough but I was grateful he’d cleared a bit. My nose made contact and the tip moved into his hole with an audible squelch. Enough of my nostrils were just clear enough to still be able to breathe through it, just with a smell that I was really going to struggle with.
Although it can’t be described as nice, and what little bit of pride I have would prevent me from admitting this, I truly enjoy the smell of sweaty arse, it really excites me. Unfortunately there was none of that now, it was just pure shit. My nose and face was covered in it and there was no escaping it. The feel was also horrible in every way imaginable. I could also clearly feel a couple of harder “chunks”, one digging into my cheek, one my left eyebrow and one most troublingly over my lips. The rest felt slimy and slick. I could also feel his arse hair digging into me making me feel itchy. I cursed myself for asking for two hours of this.
For the first time during these meets even my cock seemed to find it too much and although I stayed hard there didn’t seem to be any danger of enjoying it too much. I surprised myself though by managing not to gag which did help me remain calm.
He shuffled a bit getting comfier then seemed to relax and settle down. My breathing started to settle over the next ten minutes even though there was no getting used to the smell. I was starting to get hornier again though and I was back to having to work hard not to shoot. Even in this situation having this guys arse on my face and enduring the humiliation he seemed to be getting kick out of was almost too much but I kept control.
It felt like thirty minutes for the next event and it came without warning. I was mid thought about warm it was when his hole opened on my nose and blasted me. It was loud, hot, forceful and pungent. It took me a moment to react and get back to my senses but despite really not wanting to I sniffed long and deep. This did bring on a gag, especially as I felt myself inhale something small but solid with the fart, but I got myself back under control and now had the moment I’d been dreading.
I opened my mouth and immediately felt the lump that had been pressing against my lips drop in. Having no other option I closed it again and quickly swallowed before reopening it and saying the thank you.
I felt him shaking, probably with laughter, but he didn’t say anything or react beyond the shake.
I was now left with the increased smell, the taste and the knowledge I’d swallowed something I shouldn’t have in order to thank him for farting from his shitty arse right up my nose.
It should have been the lowest point in my life, or anyones life for that matter, but not only was my cock right on the edge but I felt…right. Until this moment I realised I’d been fighting the experience but this had been the push for me to embrace it. I could even feel a smile forming and right now I wouldn’t swap my position for anything. I pictured him sat on me, eating snacks and watching TV, having a nice time while I suffered below. I imagined how it looked from every angle, his arse on the seat, his legs spread out either side of my body, his cock and balls resting inches from my chin, the smile on his face from hearing me struggle to thank him.
I wanted to thank him again, not for the fart, but for all of it. I decided to wait till it was over though and just enjoy the experience, so I did.
It could have been ten minutes or an hour later when he treated me to another fart. It was less powerful than the last one but smelt a lot stronger and even with everything else it was a struggle to sniff it up but I did. I even took two extra deep sniffs to get it all before I again thanked him as loudly as I could. I couldn’t feel a reaction but I genuinely hoped it made him smile.
He gave me two more before the end and I did my best with each to sniff them fully and show the proper gratitude. I felt nothing the first time but there was a definite laugh with the second which gave me a boost.
Once the two hours were up he leaned to the side and said if I wanted to finish off now was the time before he moved back into place. I was about to reach down when I realised I wouldn’t need to. I just concentrated on how horny this was as I sniffed deeply which was all took to push me over and I had an incredible orgasm which made me shudder all over and Instinctively open my mouth to breathe deeply in which was a mistake but I was too caught up in the bliss to notice.
He leaned again to the side. “Looked like you enjoyed that. You’ll be glad to know I slipped up, you’ve still got twenty minutes left.”
He immediately sat back on me and stayed still. Its amazing how fast post orgasm bliss can change to horror. Suddenly the arse worshipping nirvana I’d spent over an hour in was a distant memory and now I wanted out. I could feel and taste it on my tongue, in my mouth, on my lips, covering my nose and coating my nostrils. I could feel it sticking to some parts of my face and making other parts feel slippy, coating my eyebrows, rubbing against my eyelids.
The smell went from gross but horny to the worst and least sexy thing I’d ever smelt. It was in every breath, in fact it basically was every breath. It was inescapable and unbearable. I gagged once, then again and again.
Somehow I stopped it there. I knew from past experience he wouldn’t move so I had to deal with it. I hated myself for suggesting I was glad he stayed on the last time I came too soon as it probably gave him this idea. At no point did it occur to me to be angry at him, which I really should’ve been, as I saw it as being entirely my fault. This helped give me the determination to get through it.
I was constantly on the verge of gagging and at no point between him doing this and finally standing up did I get any enjoyment at all. It felt like hours of torture but it did eventually end and I was rescued. He suddenly stood and stepped away before my eyes could adjust to the light.
I gasped for the cleaner air like my life depended on it and could feel myself physically shaking. It took a few seconds for me to undo the latch and lift the lid before sitting up.
I looked around for him and saw he’d already put clean boxers on and was in the process of pulling his jeans up. He saw me staring at him and gave a mischievous smile in return.
I should have been angry but I knew I wasn’t, at least not at him. He finished fastening his belt and, still grinning, broke the silence.
“Hope you enjoyed that.”
I didn’t reply, I was still trying to get back to reality.
His smile dropped and he looked concerned. “Did you? I tried to match what you said you liked.”
I broke out of my stupor and managed a half smile.
“It was…intense. I, er, found it a bit of a struggle to be honest but...” I forced my smile to grow a bit “that was the most amazing four hours of my life.”
He seemed very relieved and smiled.
“Thank god. I’m not into this like you are, obviously, but I really want to keep this going on each month. I need the money so I’ve tried to give you what you want and if I’m honest, it’s quite good fun.”
I nodded at this and assured him that I definitely wanted to keep it going on but that be didn’t need to go that far next time.
He smiled again and nodded. We both walked to the door and just before he was about to open it he stopped and looked at me like he was about to say something before he seemed have a rethink.
“I was about to say you should kiss my arse goodbye but maybe not this time sorry.” He put his hand up to his face and pointed around it while his eyes darted around my face and then shook his head.
I realised why immediately. Even with his arse as dirty as it was my face was probably worse.
He opened the door and was leaving when I said something I really shouldn’t have.
“Like I said before you don’t need to go that far in future…” I forced a smile. “But you can if he want.”
He didn’t reply before he left but he didn’t have to. His smirk said it all.