Chapter 4
by fartfiction
What's next?
Ryan farts on Max's face
BBBRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTT
The loudest, rankest fart I’d ever perceived had just been passed. Right on my face. It echoed through the gym with an almost comedic intensity.
“Bro is a MACHINE!,” one of the wrestlers in the stands exclaimed, amusedly.
“Look at Ryan letting out last night’s victory dinner,” another joked.
The team continued to exchange commentary, indifferent to my suffering.
With his balls now planted firmly on my mouth, I choked as Ryan unleashed a torrent of flatulence mixing with the already pungent ball sweat.
I tried desperately to position my head away from the explosions, but my struggles only amused them more. His bulge brushed over my mouth as I shook my head trying to escape the onslaught.
“I think he likes it, boys!” Ryan said triumphantly, blasting another curt fart in my face for good measure.
I truly believed it couldn’t get any worse. Then I learned just how naïve I was.
Without a moment’s notice, I experienced the sheer **** of Ryan’s backside coming down on top of my face.
Darkness. Pressure. I panicked as his cheeks molded around me. Suddenly, my world became nothing but a void of smelly, warm dampness. Struggling to breath, I had **** but to take in the air provided by Ryan’s cacophonous gas that blasted me senseless.
PPprrrrbbbtt
BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAP
Ffffffbbrpt
BBBBBBbrbppptt
brpt prttt brrpt
Short ones, long ones—paralyzing me, making it hard for me to remember who I even was or how I’d gotten here. I’d become completely incapacitated by the seemingly endless stream of noxious gas. As I gulped down fart after fart, the hollering laughter of 20 wrestlers served as the soundtrack to my hell.
“Breathe it in!” he commanded.
I wanted to die. Unfortunately, I learned I wouldn’t be so fortunate.
Just as quickly as it had left, the light returned to my vision.
My face felt 300 pounds lighter as Ryan stood up, leaving me flattened on the mat with the rancid taste of his farts still on my taste buds.
“Congratulations,” he said. “You’re on the team.”
What's next?
The Wrestling Team’s Fart
(A Sordid Tale of Smelly Servitude)
Max Kleinman is a bright young student ready to spread his wings as he begins his freshman year of college. Unfortunately for him, the wrestling team has other plans. Max is to endure the team's stink for their amusement. Will he be able to escape his sadistic plot, or will this be his new life forever? How will they humiliate him next?
Updated on Dec 10, 2024
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Created on Nov 18, 2024
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