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The Doms of Rockwell High

Chapter 3: Submissive Thoughts

Minho went about his day as normal, trying his best not to think about what had happened last night at Marks place. All he had to do was meet up at the locker room and talk to them again. "Hey Minho, you meeting at the locker room later?" Paxton whispers to Minho at lunch. "Uhm, you know about that too?" The boy whispers back in disbelief. "Yup! It's you and me they are giving the offer to. How was your first session last night?" Paxton enquires. Minho freezes as all his thoughts rush through his mind. Carter diving face first into his ass, pulling him down full weight, then licking his anus. Paxton notices the boy freeze, and his trousers begin to show a visible buldge as Minho remembers the pleasure he felt despite being conflicted. "It was okay, I guess, I'm not sure if it's for me yet!" Minho finally responds flustered, tugging at his buldge to try and hide it. "Well, you seem to find some enjoyment out of it. Trust me, you'll get over the feeling of guilt and nervousness eventually, I had to with Carter's guidance." Paxton responds, trying to gently encourage and comfort his friend. “Ohh well, better go to class. See you in a few hours!” Paxton says excitedly before leaving as the bell rings for the end of lunch. Minho can no longer ignore what happened, and for the remainder of the day he keeps repeating the sequence of events with Carter.

With classes finally over for the day Minho heads to the locker room to meet with the others. He walks in and is immediately hit with a rich smell of sulphuric gas. Powering through he finally reaches the back of the room and meets Carter, Mark, and Paxton, along with two boys lying on the floor. “Sorry man, couldn’t hold the gas in!” Mark laughs as he sees the disgust on Minhos face. “Okay here’s the deal! You will each sit on one of these very lucky boys faces. They decided to skip practice last week so now they must be punished. Use this as a trial run for your dominant side, figure out what pleasures you, what makes it a living hell for your seat, and what helps you feel better while doing this.” Carter instructs the recruits. “Minho you will be with me and eventually Mr Rankin for training. Paxton, you are already familiar with Carter, and eventually Coach O’Brien will help with your training” Mark informs the boys before their session begins. “Remember, if you back out now, I will have to reduce you to nothing but a sub!” Carter warns with a stern tone, still fearful of Coach O’Brien’s punishment if Minho and Paxton don’t commit.

After contemplating their situation, Minho and Paxton both listen and strip bare. Paxton’s pale white cheeks light up the room as the light bounces off the sweaty hairless ass, meanwhile Minhos tan ass started to fill the room with his radiating musk. “Now take your places and begin!” Carter instructs the boys. Paxton immediately stands over the tied up boy as the scared sub looked up to see the mighty Paxton in his white jockstrap, uaually hidden by his boxers. Paxton allows the reality to set in before grinning and beginning to lower, not caring about the fear in the boys eyes or that he was shaking his head. “Ugh yeah,” Paxton moans softly as his knees hit the ground and his ass begins to cover his subjects helpless face. Seeing the pleasure on Paxton’s face, Minho followed suit. He stood over his victims face and stared into the fearful eyes, seeing the boy below him silently mouth no. With the hesitation obvious, Mark walks over to an unsure Minho and stands behind the boy, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Slowly drop onto his face Minho. He is a meaningless object that must be punished for his actions. Your musky cheeks will make short work of him!” Mark whispers calmly into Minho’s ear, seductively reassuring the boy as he slowly guided him down. Once Minho reached the ground, Mark went back over to his spot to spectate. “Damn boy, you are doing well!” Paxton roars as he farts on his seat. Struggle is visible as the boy begins to push against Paxton’s legs due to the unholy scent of his protein farts. “Remember to show him who’s in control.” Carter instructs Paxton, ensuring to guide him in dominance. Paxton simply nods as he takes the advice and blasts another fart up his seats nose. Mark enjoys watching the show of power from his friend, finally seeing a dominant side from him. He then shifts his eyes to Minho who was currently sitting calmly on his sub. “How you doing?” Mark asks. “All good so far. I feel his breathing getting slower!” Minho says with a weak voice as he contemplates if this is what he wants. “That’s good. Remember to flex your cheeks to cut his air off. Bounce if you like. Even let him breathe a little, then sit back down.” Mark instructs as he can see Minho’s sub barely moving due to the musk in Minho’s ass.

“Open up!” Paxton moans. The growing dominant side in him takes over as he tries to work his seats mouth open to force a fart in. Fart after fart can be heard coming from Paxton as his brassy sounding farts hit the nose of his victim. Mark watches in glee, his best friend twerking on a face and completely water boarding it with powerful, manly, rich smelling gas. He gets lost in the moment and begins to harden as he gives into his long surpressed desires and imagines what it’s like for the seat under Paxton. “Mark?” He continues to glare at Paxton as his subs legs shake with disgust. “Mark?” Mark still stays in his trance, now inhale each time Paxton farts. Never before seeing this side of the boy he always admired. “Mark!!” He finally snaps out of it as he realises Carter is shouting at him. “Yeah?” He responds. “Could you get it together and help Minho while I show Paxton how to finish up properly!” Carter snaps, wondering if Mark truly wanted to be sat on. “Minho? Why are you letting him breathe so much?” Mark asks as he walks over, trying to hide his raging hard on. “I just don’t know if I’m cut out for this.” Minho says softly as to not annoy Mark. “You! Tongue out now or I will be using you instead!” Mark sternly says to the sub. Not wanting Marks treatment, the sub listens and sticks his tongue out. “Now Minho, sit back down.” Minho follows the order and immediately moans as his seat’s tongue slipped into his hole. Mark smiled as Minho threw his head back in ecstasy. The feeling of his seats tongue tickling his anus had once again reminded Minho that he enjoyed this.

“Okay paxxy, you feel satisfied and ready to put your seat to sleep?” Carter asks, holding his nose as he gets a whiff of Paxton’s many farts. “Yeah Carter, I wanna payload his ass!” Paxton says as he simultaneously strokes his cock and farts. “What you wanna do is apply more pressure, then methodically gyrate your ass to pressure his lips to part around your hole!” Carter says as he begins to stroke his cock, hardened from all the dominance in the room. Paxton follows his advice and pushes all his weight down before slowly gyrating. “Ohh fuck…you’re in trouble now!” Paxton laughs manically, feeling wet lips around his sweaty anal entrance. “3…2…1… awww” Paxton moans as he pushes out and echoing 10 second long payload of pure sewer tasting air down his meaningless seat’s throat. Carter laughs as the falling legs stop moving and the sub is out cold. “Now hurry and get up, wouldn’t want your load to go to waste!” Carter instructs. Paxton quickly flips over and slots his cock in the limp mouth, busting immediately and filling his victim with cum. “That Paxton, can be called Semen Bomb. Payload followed by a cream filling!” Carter laughs as he shoots his own load all over Paxton. The boy was ecstatic. Learning how to force his farts down people's throats was a new skill, one he would use in the future.

“Okay Minho, it’s time to end this boy okay.” Mark whispers as Minhos cock only continues to throb with glee. Mark pushes down on Minhos shoulders to prevent the sub getting any escape from the musky blackout. This also caused his tongue to venture deeper into Minhos ass, reaching the perfect spot. Finally Minho was no longer thinking about his seat as a person, now it was just an object for pleasure. The young dom started to bounce aggressively, shocking even Mark who now stepped back and allowed Minho to go solo as the movement from below was slowing down. “Minho…you might wanna stop now.” Mark says as he approaches his own climax as he’s been watching Minho sit on his subs tongue for almost 20 minutes now. “Aww…fuck…I’m..cu….” Minho moans loudly as busts his load over himself. Mark shoots at the same time and coats Minho’s face is his sticky semen.

With all 4 doms exhausted from the session and from blowing their loads they decide to clean up. “Minho, Paxton, go take a shower and go home. You have both done well here and we can’t wait to keep training you!” Carter says happily, relieved that Coach O’Brien won’t have to use him. Just as the captains go to leave, Mark receives a text from Mr Rankin. “Carter we need to go.” Mark says in a hurry as he cleans any hint of cum of his body and puts on a clean change of clothes, during which he sneaks Paxtons boxers into his bag. He shows Carter the message and they leave the locker room to allow the others to shower.

“Hey Mark, meet me and Coach in the principles office in 5 minutes. Bring Carter with you! We have a few things to discuss - Mr Rankin.”

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Blogs Structure :

Quick little update here with the revised structure of my 3 pages.

Main Posts:

Main posts for kink content will remain here on @facesittingdreams and not change! This will be where you see all shorts and series based posts :)

Social/Community Posts:

I have wiped my @ungodlystinkface page clean as I plan to move all interactions to that page. This is due to being blocked from DMs and comments on my main page. Asks will always be open to anything, and DMs are always welcomed. Future polls and asks sessions will be exclusively on this second page!

Rockwell High Series:

All content of the Higschool/College series will be reposted on its exclusive page to keep the main highlight of my blog tidy and easily accessible. I am unsure if future series' will also have their own pages, but I feel rockwell High needs it due to the content I already have and will have in the future!

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The Doms of Rockwell High

Chapter 2: Beware the Musk!

With Mr Rankin and Coach O'brien now on board with Minho and Paxton, all focus for the captains was on getting the boys to agree. Luckily, Carter had already had a few sessions with Paxton to ease him in. This just left Minho, the musky basketball captain. He was popular, fit, and clearly skilled, but also shy and mysterious. The perfect candidate to mould into a dominant legend. With a more caring attitude, Mark takes the responsibility of getting Minho in a room with him and Carter. "Hey! I've got an opportunity for you...involves staying basketball captain! Meet me at my place at 7 tonight, just go right up to my room - Mark." With the text sent, the captains carried out the rest of their day before heading to Marks.

"You said you wanted to see me?" Minho asks as he enters Marks bedroom, drenched from basketball practice. "Yes Minho, both of us actually. We have an opportunity for you." Carter says with a friendly tone, easing the clearly nervous Minho. “How’d you like to take one of our spots as king of Rockwell High next year?” Mark asks. “Take your place? But you’re a legend, both of you are. You strike fear into people despite them admiring you. You dominate indiscriminately against anyone slacking or out of line. How could I possibly take your place?” Minho says as he is overwhelmed by the idea. “The deal is simple. You remain captain as you are now, you have private sessions with us to learn how to be like us, and then Coach O’Brien or Mr Rankin will initiate you!” Carter says calmly, wanting to get Minho to agree without any hassle. “I can’t possibly dominate my peers Carter…they’re my friends. I’m not even that dominant either.” Minho pleads as he begins to think of all the implications of the deal. “Relax Minho…there is no pressure…...CARTER?” Mark roars in disbelief as the mighty captain got on his knees behind Minho and began to pull down the sweat soaked shorts. In any normal circumstance he’d never do this, but Coach O’Brien warned him that if he couldn’t get Minho on board, he would receive the O’Brien Burial punishment. A legendary punishment that O'Brien had only used on one past captain. Rumour has it that the Captain dropped out not long after and quit team due to the emotional impact. Knowing how brutal it was, Carter decided to lower himself to the level of a sub for Minho’s pleasure. Finally, he was met with Minho’s glistening tan cheeks. “Fuck sake!” Carter coughs as the musk hits him, having regrets already. “Carter what are you doing?” Mark asks. “Don’t mind me Mark. Now Minho…I’ll show you just how great it feels to be worshipped, and allow you to feel dominant!” Carter states sternly as he dives in before he could change his mind. Mark could only ponder why the mighty Carter was humiliating himself like this.

Carter was now face deep in thick musk as he willingly submitted to Minho. Each inhale was a chore as the thick air was putrid and hard to take in even for the mighty Carter. “How’s it feel?” Mark asks. “Weird… having another man’s face in my ass was never a dream of mine. But it doesn’t feel terrible!” Minho answered, still unsure of how he felt about this. “Reverse against my wall there Minho.” Minho follows Marks orders and slowly reverses, pushing Carter back with him. Carters head hits the wall gently and Minho’s tan sweat covered ass cheeks push around further than before. “No!” Mark roars at Minho as the boy tries to shuffle forward after feeling Carter squirm as little. Minho, not wanting to annoy the Captains, listens and stays put on Carters face. “Let him struggle, it’s part of the experience!” Mark informs Minho. Meanwhile, Carter was fighting for oxygen in Minho’s ass cheeks. Carter had underestimated just how bad the youngsters scent was. With his legs shaking and arms going numb, Carter just pulled Minho back harder onto his face with his remaining strength. “Ugh…fuck.” Minho moans, finally feeling some enjoyment. The feeling of Carter struggling with his musk made the youngster realise he had some power. However, he was still conflicted as to if he should enjoy this. Just then, he received his answer.

“Ugh…fuuckkk…that’s good!” Minho moans with pleasure. Carter just went into overdrive and stuck his tongue directly into the source of the musk. “Easy tiger.,.don’t break his tongue!” Mark laughs as he watches Minho shake and bounce in Carters face. “I don’t know what to do Mark! His tongue… is so tickly…and wet.” Minho says, beginning to breathe heavily as he starts to harden due to Carters submission. Carter grabs Minho’s’ thighs, ready to push the boy off and end the torture. Just as he was about to push, the image of O'brien using him flashed across his mind. With all the images of being nothing but an object to the cruel Coach racing in his mind, Carter does the unthinkable. “Damn Carter you’re brave!” Mark laughs as he strokes his cock at the sight of Carter pulling Minho down harder than before. He lapped his wide moist tongue up and down Minho’s sweat covered crack, tasting every inch of the impossibly musky ass. Minho just stood still with his eyes closed in pleasure and allowed Carter to work. Each swipe of the captains tongue was like heaven to the inexperienced youngster.

Finally, Carter passed out due to the overwhelming musk, and his arms fell limp to the floor. Unfortunately, Minho didn’t reach his climax...but Mark had an idea. “Mark…don’t…please….ahhh fuck!” Mark disobeyed Minho and started stroking the boys cock, much to his pleasure. “Jiggle it for me Minho.” Mark whispered into the boys ear as he continued stroking, using Minhos' vulnerable moment to edge him nearer to being a dom. Minho obeyed and jiggled his ass on Carters unconscious face, feeling pleasure with each hint of Carters nose against his hole. “And…Cum!!” Mark whispers as he navigates Minho around to aim at Carters face. Without any control of his cock, Minho blasted his thick cum onto Carters face. The white liquid was like icing on top of Carters bright red, ass sweat drenched face. After 20 seconds, Minho is done shooting his load and collapses to the floor. Mark snaps a quick picture of the disgraced Carter before chatting to Minho.

“So…what you think? In or out?” Mark asks an exhausted Minho. “First I have a question. Is it bad that I enjoyed that?” Minho asks embarrassed, still not sure of how morally correct this was. “Honestly it might be. But I enjoy it a lot and I’ve come to be at peace with it. After a few faces are forever marked with your scent you will see that there is nothing wrong with it!” Mark reassures Minho, trying to secure the deal. “Sure then! As long as I can stay Captain.” Minho agrees as he wants Mark and Carter’s approval. “Great, stay after school tomorrow and meet us in the locker room!” Mark says before leading Minho to the front door. Mark returns upstairs to his room to check on Carter. He leans in close to check if he is breathing. “Fuck sake… how the hell did you survive so long in that musk? That boy should come with a warning,'Beware the musk'” Mark asks the unconscious Carter as he hears a shallow breath and gets a whiff of Minho’s Musk.

Meanwhile, at the local town bar, Principle Johnson, Coach O'brien, and Mr Rankin were discussing plams for the current captains. "Okay, the captains are ready for Shatterstone training!" Principle Johnson informs the two doms. "Are you sure? Are they definitely getting a chance at the Dom frat?" Mr Rankin asks. "Yep!! Spoke to Garret himself. He said he's happy to receive more doms...if they pass the initiation." Principle Johnson replies. "We will do round 1 of enhanced dominance tomorrow evening. They will suffer... but it is necessary to prepare them for Shatterstone!" Coach O'brien states, setting his glass down and leaving the bar as he thought of how he and Mr Rankin would use the captains.

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The Doms of Rockwell High

Chapter 1: The Candidates

As the sun rose on another splendid day in the town of Rockwell, many students couldn’t wait to get to school as preparation for graduation was to begin. However, two unlucky boys were already in Rockwell High at 8am for some punishment from iconic captains Mark and Carter. They were starting off graduation preparation in their own unique way by toughening up the weakest on their respective teams.

With no one else being in the school at 8 am, the two doms could be as loud as they liked. Echoes of their torture filled the hallways near the locker room as they pushed their victims to their limits. “Aw fuck that one was nasty!”, “Yeah sniff that one boy”, “A wet fart… just for you!” The captains roared. Mark was currently on top of his seat, Calvin, fullweight as he forced down to try push his nose into the sticky anus. “Come on Calvin…don’t deny your captain of pleasure…get that cute little nose in there!” Mark demanded as he continued to push more and more weight onto his seat. Calvin had been a lucky player and only recieved Marks facesitting punishment once in the past, it didn’t end well as he accidentally fully inhaled a fart and passed out due to sheer disgust. Now he struggled yet again as his nostrils were slammed against Marks hole. Carter was also on his victims face, slightly lifted to ensure full impact of the farts. Damon had disobeyed Carter on a number of occasions, each resulting in this exact punishment, each time he refused to kiss Carters hole. “Yeah Damon you want me to end you, don’t you? Well I’m going to…ugh…drag this out you little slut! A weak bitch like you shouldn't be shown mercy.” Carter moaned as he farted mid sentence, smiling as he heard Damon gag on the potent protein fart. “You think they’ll ever learn to listen” Mark asks as Calvin punches at the heavy glutes consuming his face. “Eventually if we push them hard enough. Wanna gas in unison to see if it does the trick?” Carter responds with a smirk. Mark gets the hint and pushes down onto Calvin to brace himself while Carter finally sits full weight on Damon. “1…2…3... fuuuckkk…yeah. Sniff these farts boys, take in the gas of two Captains…ugh that was a massive one,” The Captains taunt their seats as they push out 3 farts in unison, gassing their unwillingly seats. After the triplet fart they simply sit there quietly as they stroke their cocks to the feeling of Calvin and Damon struggling to breathe, and the muffled cries for mercy. Calvin slowly claws at Marks' massive rear, his fingertips sinking into the fatty ass of the muscular man with each attempt, adding a layer of mental dominance from lack of escape. Damon didn’t even try to fight Carters ass. His fight was with the protein farts currently drowning his lungs. Carter could feel him trying to breathe quickly to get fresh air... an endeavour that was inevitable pointless.

As they contemplate lifting to allow valuable fresh air into the lungs of Calvin and Damon, the captains are interrupted by the sound of the creaky locker room door opening. Quickly, they grab a few large towels from their bags in front of them in order to cover their seats. “Oh don’t mind us boys, we are here bearing good news!” Mr Rankin laughs as he sees the Captains freeze their cover up. Immediately the captains are relaxed as they see their favourite teacher and coach enter. “Who’s the lucky seats, Mark?”, coach asks. “Calvin and Damon sir”, Mark answers with respect to his coach. “Ahh…good picks! Those two seem like they need toughening up with the gas of a man!” O’Brien laughs as he farts. “Fuck that’s bad!” Carter complains, gagging on his coach’s gas as it filled the room with ease. “What are you here for anyway…or do you just like seeing us choke?” Carter asks. “You know damn well I love watching your face turn red from my thick farts, but the true reason we are here is your candidates! Mr Rankin and I have decided to accept your recommendations of Minho and Paxton as your replacements for next year!” Coach informs the captains as he continues to fart. Mark and Carter continue to huff on their coaches' gas as it has taken over the entire room. Almost high on the deadly farts they have forgotten about their seats completely.

“Fuck…Calvin and Damon!” Mark roars as he notices the lack of movement under him. “What did I teach you Mark? Unconsciousness is the goal! That’s how you know you are a good dom!” Mr Rankin says as the captains raise up slightly, to reveal Calvin and Damon exhausted, faces bright red and with lifeless eyes. “Finish them boys!” Mr Rankin and Coach O’Brien instruct as they approach the captains. Mark lowers down first onto Calvin’s motionless face, the boy still not wanting this punishment. “Aww….fuck that’s the spot!” Mark moans as he finally worked Calvin’s nose into his sticky anus, nostrils aimed into the source of Marks stink. Carter follows suit as he sees Mark light up with ecstasy. Damon puts up a little fight, but it is useless as Carters cheeks overpower the boys' hands, resulting in Damon essentially spreading Carters cheeks. “Ohh damn…your big nose is such a good plug for my gassy hole Damon!” Carter laughs at the sub, shaking his ass as he prepares to fart. With both subs noses being deep in the captains ripe holes, the gas starts flowing. Mark simply moans with pleasure as he lets hot streams of silent gas fill the lungs of Calvin, the boy slightly shaking with disgust as he tries to survive the toxic gas. With each second that passed, his lungs burned more, and his mind wandered, thinking of what Mark could possibly eat to get gas this toxic. Damon wasn't fairing any better as Carter let out various booming farts, visibly shaking the boy underneath him. Every time Damon got hit with gas he flinched, moving his hands and spreading Carters cheeks wider. Mr Rankin and Coach O'brien simply watched with glee as they enjoyed seeing their tutoring of the two boys paying off.

As Mark and Carter begin to raise up off their unwilling seats, they suddenly feel a force pushing them down harder than before. "Huh? Wouldn't we need to get ready for class and let these two go so no one realises we gassed them?" Mark questions as he can't control his gas streaming into Calvin’s destroyed nose. "No Mark! You can finish them off as I have them both for maths at 9 anyway." Mr Rankin laughs, applying more pressure to Marks shoulders to crush the face below him. Coach O'brien does the same with Carter. With all four Doms farting away, the room soon becomes a gas chamber, too contaminated even for Mark and Carter. "We should go now!" Carter remarks, getting a taste of Mr Rankins and Coach's gas. "Okay boys, your subs are unconscious, so we will let you go... just kiss our holes!" Mr Rankin taunts with a fart to emphasize his stink. This was common practice by this point, the two older doms showing that they are above the Captains. The boys groan as the older men stand in front and bare their holes, revealing slightly hairy and shiny puckers. "Fuck....that's bad!" Mark moans as he leans into Mr Rankins hole to earn freedom, being met with the stored up farts. "Hows that for breakfast?" Mr Rankin laughs as he farts into Marks mouth. "Fuck..fuck...fuck!" Mark roars as the shitty taste cements itself onto his tongue. As the boy tried to back out, Rankin grabs the back of his head to hold him in place. Niether Mark or Rankin hated each other when things like this happened, they simply laughed it off afterwards. Carter laughs as he watches his friend take 3 farts point blank from their teacher, his head recoiling slighty with each, then being pushed back in by the strong hand. Unfortunately Carter doesn't have to deal with the playful monster that is Mr Rankin, instead it’s Coach O’Brien. "Good boy, Carter." Coach O'brien moans as he feels the wet lips surround his hole, not farting as Carter pushes his tongue deep into his anus just as he has been trained to do. His tongue unfortunately hits what Carter can only imagine is a hint of shit and he immediately recoils back. "Uh..uh..uh!" O’Brien taunts as he shuffles back to consume Carters face with his hairy ass before farting as punishment. The dense protein fart immediately puts Carter in his place, reminding him he must serve his dom as the gas burns his nostrils. After inhaling the fart fully, Carter places a wet kiss on his coaches hole, a sign that he understood he failed by backing out the first time. Unlike Mark and Mr Rankin, Coach despised Carter for messing up worship, and Carter had simply accepted his place by now. As Carter comes near the end of his kiss Mark stares and wonders how his friend doesn't flinch from the loud booming fart and stench, unknowing of how the coach used Carter .

"What about these two?" Mark asks, worried about exposing the younger students to the dominant side of Rockwell high. "Don't worry Mark, I have their class for gym after they have maths with Mr Rankin. I'll just tell their friends I sent them on a little job, and lock this locker room up and use the other!" Coach informs Mark, clearly having backup plans for everything. "In the meantime, you two should inform Minho and Paxton of the offers for next year! Get them on board, they are two perfect candidates for dom hood!" Mr Rankin instructs the captains as he and Coach O'brien leave them to get ready for class. With the candidates accepted, Minho and Paxton would simply have to agree to the conditions and they would become the new reigning champs of Rockwell High.

Later that evening, Carter receives a sudden voice message from his coach. "I didn't say this in front of the others earlier as I didn't want to embarrass you. Minho is the perfect candidate, one of the best I've had in years, I need him to be a captain and uphold the reputation of Rockwell High. Do anything it takes to convince him to join! Or else I will have to punish you using the O'Brien Burial, you wouldn't want that now, would you?" Carter just lays on his bed in disbelief as he now knows that he must secure Minho or else be used by O'brien.

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Coach O'brien (Character Intro)

This was a regular occurrence at the home of Rockwell Highs' infamous Coach O'brien. Coaches of other schools who were beaten by either Carter of Mark had to submit to O'brien to show their respect. The vicious dom took full advantage and pushed even older men to their limits in his ass. Then there were the captains themselves who would occasionally be punished by their coach, willingly submitting to him as even they knew their place. However, those who tried to disrespect the Captains or the coach himself get the worst of all, a full weight facesit pin with O'briens' ripe hole pumping protein farts unti their nose and mouth. At some point, he realised he had a talent for this type of control and that he didn't have enough time to utilise it fully. To fix this, he started picking 2 sports players each year to tutor into becoming a dom. The deal was they get to be captain, become a dom, and in return, they accept he is still in charge and must worship him occasionally. Eventually, he split this with Mr Rankin, and each man now has 1 captain each to tutor into a dom. This year, he took Carter under his wing but soon lost interest in the mentoring side of things. With issues in his personal life and difficulties with Carter, O'brien began dominating the captain and broke him down to servitude. Will he do the same to Minho or Paxton?

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The Doms of Rockwell High

Mr Rankin (Character Intro)

Not long after starting at Rockwell High, Mr. Rankin met an old buddy of his, Coach O'brien. One night, while catching up, they came across the topic of farting and dominating others. Mr Rankin hadn't had the pleasure in so long since he became a teacher, but soon his life would change. Coach O'brien let him in on how he dominated the older students as punishment, facesitting and farting on them relentlessly. Immediately, Mr Rankin popped a boner just thinking of a cocky 18 year old jock under his ripe ass. From that night on, he pledged to use his talent for 'Educational' purposes, a promise he has kept. Always finding new ways to use his perfectly plump ass and stomach turning farts, Mr Rankin is a true menace to those who act out in class. He takes extreme pride in tutoring Mark in being a dom, teaching him how to have fun with it. With essentially everything he would want, Mr Rankin should be happy, but instead craves more...

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Update

I think I’m going to give up on Tumblr. I’ve been let down on here too many times to count, and for far too long. From requests I’ve made, to engagement on my page.

I’ve just lost all motivation since I’ve done so much for other people, even posting about things that I’m not even into or enjoy, but I’m always left disappointed.

I may still like some posts and will very rarely answer messages, but I will not be posting ever again.

Goodbye

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Regarding my previous post, I’ve decided to start answering and posting your questions again.

If you have any questions (see previous posts for the type of questions) please ask away!!

@submissivegayfrenchboy @hemsworthfootslave @facesittingdreams

#male farts #male bulge #male bum #maleass #armpits #shawn mendes

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Imagine that Tom Holland, Nick Jonas and Shawn Mendes were gay and you can chose only one of them as boyfriend, who would that be? Explain why and how you'd behave.

For the two others for who would you like to be :

2) His human toilet : forever eating his shit

3) Domestic servant : doing his chores

Boyfriend- of course Shawn Mendes. I would be his submissive boyfriend, doing whatever he wanted me to.

Toilet- Nick Jonas. Out of him and Tom, I feel like Nick has the worst and biggest shits so I would be more useful as his toilet.

That leaves being Tom Holland’s domestic slave, which I would do with honour and pride (and sneak sniffs if his underwear and socks)

#male farts #male bulge #male bum #maleass #armpits #shawn mendes #tom holland #nick jonas

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11 / 08 / 2023

MAN OF THE DAY #74 :

CHRIS HEMSWORTH #4 (Australian actor)

🎉 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY KING CHRIS HEMSWORTH, OUR GOD!!! 🎊

I want to wish to His Imperial Majesty King Chris Hemsworth, our God, a great birthday!

The most beautiful man who ever lived on Earth should have His Birthday celebrated in the whole World! He is aged 40 yo today! 😍

The World would be a better place if there was parades made by faggots and losers, with His Imperial Majesty King Chris Hemsworth, our God, and His Family (his brothers King Luke and King Liam) in carriages (with fags as human horses)!

I made captions about His Imperial Majesty King Chris Hemsworth, our God. Enjoy!

Here is an article where i explained why i find so beautiful His Imperial Majesty King Chris Hemsworth, our God. He is more than an extremely beautiful tall muscled white man.

Here is the other time i wished His Imperial Majesty King Chris Hemsworth, our God, His Birthday. If you want to read it, don't hesitate

Here is one of the story i wrote about His Imperial Majesty King Chris Hemsworth, our God. I wrote many others, of course.

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01 / 06 / 2023

🇬🇧🇺🇲 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇲

MAN OF THE DAY #70 : TOM HOLLAND

Do you realize that today is the 70th MAN OF THE DAY!! I couldn't speak of anyone other than British actor TOM HOLLAND 😍

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCE TOM HOLLAND!!

This very handsome alpha male turns 27 today, and at least my 70th MAN OF THE DAY article is about a man I likes, who is beautiful and famous and talented.

Tom Holland is very handsome but also funny and kind. I love his clothing styles and I find that his haircuts are always very beautiful, whether they are (very) long or (very) short.

I have already written about Tom Holland several times and I even wrote a story of him. Here you will find all the links about Tom.

It was my dear friend @fartsandotherstink, whose second famous man he is in love with is Tom Holland, who reminded me of his birthday. I would like to thank him here publicly 😘.

Here is a short personal fictional story where I imagine myself serving him on his birthday.

PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY

HUMILIATED BY A CELEBRITY #67:

TOM HOLLAND #2

Special guests :

ZENDAYA

MARK WAHLBERG

- TOM HOLLAND'S BIRTHDAY SLAVE -

Here I am in front of Tom Holland's gigantic villa. I ring the doorbell and the sublime Tom Holland opens. I prostrate myself at his feet and place two kisses on each shoe. He is laughing. I raise my head.

ME: "Hello Your Highness, I'm the author @submissivegayfrenchboy on Tumblr / @submissivegayfrench on Deviantart. I knew it was your birthday, and I brought you a birthday cake. I'm a fan of you and I have already written about you."

TOM HOLLAND: "Ahahah what a pathetic fan! Let me see that! Ah yes you wrote about me! Come in and come into my living room on all fours!"

Once seated on his sofa, he snaps his fingers and I take off his shoes.

TOM HOLLAND: "Sniff my feet while I read that famous story!"

I sniff the handsome actor's long stinky feet and admire him laughing at my story.

TOM HOLLAND: "So you want to sniff my farts?! And other people dream about them too! Well why don't you check if they're stinky?! You'll see that it's more than my feet! Come on, stick your head against my ass!"

Tom Holland took my head and shoved it against his ass! I had my nose against his already sweaty asshole. It was hot and delicious. So I started sniffling.

TOM HOLLAND: "Like a dog you're attracted to the smell of your superiors' ass! Sniff that then, loser!"

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Tom Holland's farts were long, loud and foul, but I sniffled, albeit painfully. I sniffled, my head buried in the handsome actor's soft, small but round, warm ass.

TOM HOLLAND: "You know what? You're going to follow me while I get dressed!"

I had to sniff his ass while Tom Holland was getting dressed. Once his nice pants were on, he showed me a harness.

TOM HOLLAND: "Come on, put your head on my ass, this is going to be fun! It'll give you a good story topic for your blogs of frustrated gooners who fantasize about famous alphas!"

The harness went under his pants, he held my head even though I was struggling - which made him laugh - and he closed the harness in the front.

After that, he sat down to tie my arms and legs to his with straps. I was unable to move as my head was pressed against his ass, even though he was wearing nice, classy black pants.

TOM HOLLAND: “Ah I forgot to tell you that I organized a party for my 27th birthday! There will be my girlfriend Zendaya, but also all my family, my friends and famous actors and people from the cinema! You won't get out of that ass until tomorrow!"

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I shook my head and screamed.

TOM HOLLAND: "Ahah you're thanking me?! You're welcome, faggot! That makes me happy too! That you're my fart sniffer, that's my real birthday present!"

Tom Holland came down and I followed him hanging on to him. He sat down on his couch, crushing my head. He kept farting on me.

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His beautiful lover Zendaya has arrived.

ZENDAYA: "Ahahah Tom, only you can sit on one of your fans!"

TOM HOLLAND: "Ahahah it's not just anyone! He's a fag loser author who loves the farts and ass of famous alphas! I give him inspiration for his stories!"

ZENDAYA, sarcastically : "That's so generous of you Mister Holland 😂!"

The couple kissed, me still crushed, until the guests arrived. Tom Holland walked with me behind his ass, unable to see anything.

Tall, handsome actor Mark Wahlberg who Tom Holland played with came and stuck his fat ass behind my head.

MARK WAHLBERG: "I need to relieve myself too!"

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Mark Wahlberg farted on me but my head sucked in the farts. People laughed at my humiliation, but luckily didn't see me.

The smell of the farts of handsome actors and actresses shoving their asses against my head to get rid of their gas was horrible, but Tom Holland thought it was funny having a fart sniffer strapped to his ass! This went on for several hours, before Tom Holland went to bed with Zendaya. They hugged each other because they were too tired to make love.

Now, Tom Holland kept me against his ass all night, even after I took the pants off. Head buried in his beautiful ass, I had to sniff his farts and lick the sweaty streak, alternating between ignorance and the laughter of the couple.

I was released from Tom Holland's ass only the next afternoon, because Tom Holland slept until the afternoon.

TOM HOLLAND: "I hope you enjoyed my ass, loser! You have the right to tell this story on your blog, I won't claim copyright haha! No one will ever believe that a little gay Frenchman spent Tom Holland's birthday party stuck in his ass😂!"

I returned to France, my breath still smelled of ass and farts. I never saw Tom Holland again but I loved worshiping his ass and his farts.

So, now it's up to you to imagine if this story really happened to me or not. 😏😜

END OF THE STORY

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🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

HOMME DU JOUR #70 : TOM HOLLAND

JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE TOM HOLLAND !!!!

Vous rendez vous compte qu'il s'agit aujourd'hui du 70 ème HOMME DU JOUR !! Je ne pouvais pas parler de quelqu'un d'autre que l'acteur britannique TOM HOLLAND 😍 Ce très beau mâle alpha fête aujourd'hui ses 27 ans, et au moins mon 70 ème article HOMME DU JOUR est sur un homme que j'aime, qui est beau et célèbre et talentueux.

J'ai déjà plusieurs fois écrit sur Tom Holland et j'ai même écrit sur lui.

Ici vous retrouverez tous mes articles sur lui.

C'est mon cher ami @fartsandotherstink, dont le deuxième homme célèbre dont il est amoureux est Tom Holland, qui m'a rappelé son anniversaire. Je voudrais ici l'en remercier publiquement 😘.

Tom Holland est très beau mais aussi drôle et gentil. J'adore ses styles vestimentaires et je trouve que ses coupes de cheveux sont toujours très belles, qu'elles soient (très) longues ou (très) courtes.

Voici une courte histoire fictive personnelle où je m'imagine le servir à son anniversaire.

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE

HUMILIÉ PAR UNE CÉLÉBRITÉ #67 :

TOM HOLLAND #2

Apparitions spéciales :

ZENDAYA

MARK WAHLBERG

L'ESCLAVE DES PETS DE TOM HOLLAND

Me voilà arrivé devant la gigantesque villa de Tom Holland. Je sonne à la porte et le sublime Tom Holland ouvre. Je me prosterne à ses pieds et dépose deux baisers sur chaque chaussures. Il rigole. Je relève la tête.

MOI : "Bonjour Vôtre Altesse, je suis l'auteur @submissivegayfrenchboy sur Tumblr / @submissivegayfrench sur Deviantart. J'ai su que c'était votre anniversaire, et je vous ai apporté un gâteau d'anniversaire. Je suis fan de vous et j'ai déjà écrit sur vous."

TOM HOLLAND : "Ahahah quel fan pathétique ! Laisse moi voir ça ! Ah oui tu as écrit sur moi ! Rentre et viens dans mon salon à quatre pattes !"

Une fois assis dans son canapé, il claque des doigts et je retire ses chaussures.

TOM HOLLAND : "Renifle mes pieds pendant que je lis cette fameuse histoire !"

Je renifle les longs pieds puants du bel acteur et je l'admire rire de mon histoire.

TOM HOLLAND : "Alors tu veut renifler mes pets ?! Et d'autres gens en rêvent aussi ! Et bien pourquoi tu ne vérifie pas s'ils sont puants ?! Tu verras que c'est plus que mes pieds ! Allez, colle ta tête contre mon cul !"

Tom Holland a pris ma tête et l'a enfoncé contre son cul ! J'avais le nez contre sa raie du cul déjà suante. C'était chaud et délicieux. Alors je me suis mis à renifler.

TOM HOLLAND : "Comme un chien t'es attiré par l'odeur du cul de tes supérieurs ! Renifle ça alors, loser !"

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Les pets de Tom Holland étaient longs, bruyants et nauséabonds mais je reniflais, bien que péniblement.

Je reniflais, ma tête enfoncée dans le doux cul petit mais rond et chaud du bel acteur.

TOM HOLLAND : "Tu sais quoi ? Tu vas me suivre pendant que je m'habille !"

J'ai été obligé de renifler son cul pendant que Tom Holland s'habillait. Une fois son beau pantalon mis, il m'a montré un harnais.

TOM HOLLAND : "Allez, met ta tête contre mon cul, ça va être marrant ! Ça te fournira un bon sujet d'histoire pour tes blogs de gooners frustrés qui fantasme tu sur les alphas célèbres !"

Le harnais passait sous son pantalon, il a tenu ma tête même si je me débattais - ce qui le faisait rire - et il a refermé le harnais sur le devant. Après cela, il s'est assis pour attacher mes bras et mes jambes aux siennes avec des lanières. J'étais incapable de bouger car ma tête était enfoncée contre son cul, même s'il portait un joli pantalon noir chic.

TOM HOLLAND : "Ah j'ai oublié de te dire que j'ai organisé une soirée pour mes 27 ans ! Il y aura ma petite amie Zendaya, mais aussi toute ma famille, mes amis et des acteurs célèbres et des gens du cinéma ! Tu sortiras pas de ce cul avant demain !"

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Je remuais ma tête et criais.

TOM HOLLAND : "Ahah tu es en train de me remercier ?! Je t'en prie, pédé ! Ça me fait plaisir aussi ! Que tu sois mon renifleur de pets, c'est ça mon vrai cadeau d'anniversaire !"

Tom Holland est descendu et je le suivais en étant accroché à lui. Il s'est assis sur son canapé, écrasant ma tête. Il a continué à me péter dessus.

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Sa belle amoureuse Zendaya est arrivé.

ZENDAYA : "Ahahah Tom il n'y a que toi pour t'asseoir sur un de tes fans !"

TOM HOLLAND : "Ahahah ce n'est pas n'importe lequel ! C'est un auteur pédé qui aime les pets et le cul des alphas célèbres ! Je lui donne de l'inspiration pour ses histoires !"

ZENDAYA : "C'est si généreux !"

Le couple s'est embrassé, moi toujours écrasé, jusqu'à l'arrivée des invités. Tom Holland marchait avec moi derrière son cul, ne pouvant rien voir.

Le bel et grand acteur Mark Wahlberg avec qui Tom Holland a joué vint coller son gros cul derrière ma tête.

MARK WAHLBERG : "Moi aussi il faut que je me soulage !"

Mark Wahlberg a pété sur moi mais ma tête a aspiré les pets.

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Les gens riaient de mon humiliation, mais heureusement ne me voyaient pas.

L'odeur des pets des beaux acteurs et actrices qui venaient coller leur cul contre ma tête pour évacuer leur gaz était horrible, mais Tom Holland trouvait cela drôle d'avoir un renifleur de pets attaché à son cul ! Cela dura plusieurs heures, avant que Tom Holland n'aille se coucher avec Zendaya. Ils se sont câlinés car trop fatigués pour faire l'amour.

Or, Tom Holland m'a gardé contre son cul toute la nuit, même après avoir retiré le pantalon. La tête enfoncé dans son beau cul, j'ai dû renifler ses pets et lécher la raie suante en alternant l'ignorance et les rires du couple.

Je fut libéré du cul de Tom Holland seulement le lendemain après-midi, car Tom Holland a dormi jusque dans l'après midi.

TOM HOLLAND : "J'espère que tu as bien profité de mon cul, loser ! T'as le droit de raconter cette histoire sur ton blog, je réclamerais pas de droits d'auteur ahah ! Personne ne croiras jamais qu'un petit homo français a passé la soirée d'anniversaire de Tom Holland coincé dans son cul😂 !"

Je suis rentré en France, mon haleine sentait toujoirs le cul et les pets. Je n'ai jamais revu Tom Holland mais j'ai adoré vénérer son cul et ses pets.

Alors, maintenant, à vous d'imaginer si cette histoire m'est réellement arrivé ou pas. 😏😜

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

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[fartsandotherstink]

98) Hey @fartsandotherstink / @fartsandotherstink2 / @smells2205!

🎉 I WISH YOU AN HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎊

You are one of my dearest friends here on Tumblr, you supported me when my blog was deleted (which shows you really liked my blog).

You laughed with me when we used to send each other public questions about our common kinks and characters we love.

We also share our problems, our feelings...

I really hope you will find a loving dominant boyfriend who will uses you as his human cushion and farts on your face and in your mouth, because I know it's your main kink.

I also know you love no one more than you love His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes, according to you the most talented and handsome man living on this planet!

That's why I asked him to wish you himself an happy birthday! Here he comes!

Oh wow, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes is really so tall and impressive! Hey, don't blush, my friend! Comes with me, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes have a question for you. You must curtsey, of course, he is your superior since he is an American straight rich white alpha male celeb.

Good. Now that you are kneeling at his feet, he looks down at you, smiling at the cute fag you are.

SHAWN MENDES : "Happy Birthday, fag!"

He pets your head as if you were his dog.

SHAWN MENDES : "Your dear friend @submissivegayfrenchboy came to me, asking me to wish you your Happy Birthday. Now kiss my ass, fag!"

He turns his beautiful ass in front of you znd you kiss his butt, though it is covered by his pants. He smiles at you.

SHAWN MENDES : "Now I'm feeling generous since you are my biggest fan and you are in love with me. I'm gonna spend the whole day with you! @submissivegayfrenchboy will follow us as my servant, carrying my things. But you and I are gonna spend your Birthday day together. Would you rather

- 1) go on a romantic date with me?

- 2) spent the whole day crushed under my ass and licking it?

- 3) walking with me but whenever I am feeling gassy you kneel to smell my farts?

- 4) feed me and when the day is over i will shit on a plate and my delicious gigantic turds will be your birthday cake?

- 5) have sex with me and licking my body?

- 6) worship my feet while we listen to my songs and you tell me why you love me?

Chose wisely, cute faggot!"

Oh my God, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes, the love of your life, offered you many choices! What are you gonna do!

You have one bonus : if there is two things you wanna do, you can chose one thing to during the day and the other to do during night, since meeting your lovelife will happen only once in your lifetime.

SHAWN MENDES : "I'll be gone at the morning, but I'll offer you my clothes as a birthday gifts, so you can keep my stinky socks and underwear. I know fags like you like to smell them! Cute loser farts sniffer !"

Hello Your Highness

I know I’m not worthy of your birthday wishes but thank you so much. I would love nothing more than to be crushed under your godly, manly ass all day, while I lick and sniff all those stinky farts.

To end the day, I would love to have your perfect shit presented to be as a cake, and laughed at while I eat it.

I’m so grateful you let me keep your sweaty socks and dirty underwear, but I’m sad this is the only time I see you.

Thank you for the opportunity Your Highness.

#male farts #male bulge #male bum #maleass #armpits #burping #male fart #shawn mendes #male celebrity feet

[fartsandotherstink]

Hey everyone!

Since today is my birthday, I will be answering any questions you may have about my kinks, would you rathers, games, etc.

Feel free to send them to me so I can answer them on my blog!

@submissivegayfrenchboy @hemsworthfootslave @7kbuttcheeks

#male farts #male bulge #male bum #maleass #armpits #burping #male fart #shawn mendes #male celebrity feet #chris pratt

[fartsandotherstink]

Shawn Mendes fart torture

You finally got your hands on tickets to see Shawn Mendes perform. Not only that, but you got front row tickets and a backstage pass. The guy you worshipped, and fantasised about was performing near you and you could see him up close.

The venue was huge and the view from the front row was incredible. Shawn came out and performed loads of his songs. Then security came and invited you backstage once he had finished.

You followed security and found Shawn Mendes in his dressing room, he was shirtless and sweaty. He shook your hand and said hi. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him. He noticed this and sighed.

“You’re one of those faggots aren’t you?” He said, sounding disappointed. You were taken aback. He grabbed you. “AREN’T YOU!”

You just nodded because it’s what he wanted you to say. It was true that you were gay and fantasised about Shawn Mendes all sweaty after a concert. He was disgusted.

“You’re worthless, you know that? You’re only useful for one thing, to be my fucking slave” he snarled. Shawn grabbed the back of your head and shoved it into his hairy, sweaty armpit. “Oh yeah, smell that fag. It’s probably heaven for you”

It was something you wished would happen to you but the smell was too much. You tried pulling away but he was too strong. He laughed and pulled you in tighter. He was so sweaty and you feared he would pass you out.

After a whole lot of struggling, Shawn let you out of his pit but then he shoved you onto the ground and your head fell back onto his chair. He had a malicious grin on his face. Your body wouldn’t allow you to move, you were paralysed as Shawn pulled down his jeans and sat on your face with his white Calvin Klein boxers.

He let out a sigh, “There’s nothing like sitting down after a show and just not getting up” he said. You were panicking because you couldn’t hold your breathe for much longer. You didn’t want to smell his sweaty ass but you needed to breathe. When you breathed in, the smell of ass and sweat invaded your nostrils and you started squirming.

“Shut the fuck up fag, you should be grateful this godly ass is even touching you.” Shawn shouted. He kicked you in the stomach and you stopped moving. Then the worst thing happened.

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Shawn Mendes farted on your face. “Omg, I always have the worst gas after a concert” he said. The smell was putrid. You started squirming and screaming again so he kicked you in the stomach once more. It stopped the squirming but you kept screaming so he let out another fart down your throat.

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It was smaller but it tasted atrocious. “That’ll teach you” he said. Eventually, you managed to turn your face to the side but Shawn immediately turned it back. “Nuh uh, I’ll have none of that. I was considering letting you free but now I’m gonna sit here until you pass out.”

He then let out a barrage of farts and groaned with each one

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He laughed as you ran out of breath and passed out.

When you woke up, you were tied down with your mouth taped. Above you was Shawn Mendes, wearing nothing. “Ready for round 2?” He asked as his bare, sweaty ass lowered down.

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Thanks for reading, if you have any requests send me a message.

@hemsworthfootslave @submissivegayfrenchboy @buttsmasher @stinkfacestories @fartsandfacesitting

[fartsandotherstink]

21 / 04 / 2023

🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

Je suis un grand fan de l'univers Marvel comme vous le savez. Contrairement à beaucoup d'autres, je continue à apprécier les films et séries proposés (je n'aime évidemment pas tout à chaque fois, je peut reconnaître qu'il y a des défauts).

Pourtant je reconnais que les films Avengers proposaient des scènes où les personnages prenaient le temps de se parler, et c'est surtout vrai pour la scène la plus memorable du pas si réussi film Avengers - L'ère d'Ultron.

La séquence de la fête à l'appartement de Tony Stark / Iron Man a marqué les esprits non seulement pour ses conséquences (l'introduction de Ultron et Vision) mais aussi pour le ton léger, l'impression que les personnages avaient des moments de répit, s'habillant normalement et étant plus joyeux et drôles.

Par honnêteté intellectuelle, je préfère préciser que cette histoire ne m'est pas venue à l'idée, mais plutôt qu'elle est le résultat d'une demande de lecteur reçue par @chrisevansxmalereader, qui est amoureux de l'acteur Chris Evans et écrit des histoires sur les personnages qu'il a incarné.

Il a publié une version de cette histoire qui aurait dû être centré sur un homme qui est baisé par Captain America. Cette version ne contenant pas les parties que je lui avais envoyé, j'ai décidé de publier aujourd'hui l'histoire que j'avais écrite pour lui.

Cette histoire s'inspire de la séquence de Avengers - L'ère d'Ultron dont je vous ai parlé, mais s'en écarte en incluant des personnages qui n'apparaissent pas.

De même, Captain America est ici en couple avec un Avenger. Lequel? Ce ne sera pas une surprise pour certains si vous avez déjà lu mes histoires. 😏

Dernier avertissement : l'histoire est raconté du point de vue du lecteur.

Je tiens aussi à dédier cette histoire à @natashaxmarvelmen dont le nom et le blog m'a inspiré une scène de cette histoire.

Bonne lecture à tous.

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONELLE

INSPIREE PAR L'UNIVERS MARVEL

- UNE SOIRÉE CHEZ LES AVENGERS -

Par un heureux hasard, tu t'étais retrouvé sur la liste des invités de la soirée organisée par Anthony "Tony" Stark, officiellement connu comme Iron Man. Ce milliardaire philanthrope, séducteur, dépensier mais aussi intelligent et charismatique, avait organisé cette soirée pour permettre aux Avengers d'avoir un moment de détente.

Un moment de détente bienvenue après une énième bataille pour protéger une population d'un envahisseur.

Scott Lang / Ant Man rigolait avec Clint Barton / Hawkeye, Hope Van Dyne / la Guêpe discutait avec Natasha Romanoff / la Veuve Noire, le Prince Thor et Tony Stark séduisaient tous les deux des jeunes filles, profitant de l'absence de Jane Foster et Pepper Potts, leurs petites amies respectives.

Il y avait donc une bonne ambiance dans cet appartement luxueux où des petits fours étaient servis par des domestiques, où des gens dansaient sur une musique pop.

Tu te retrouvais mêlé à ces gens mondains et huppés, sans pourtant être impressionné. Car tu ne voyais pas la splendeur de l'appartement moderne ou la richesse des habits de marque de luxe portés par les invités. Non, la seule chose belle selon toi qui vaille vraiment d'être admiré était Captain America. De son vrai nom Steve Rogers, ce bel homme blond très grand et très musclé était apprécié et respecté, mais personne n'était plus aimé par lui que son meilleur ami Samuel "Sam" Wilson. Ayant pour nom de superhero "le Faucon" en raison des ailes retractables dont il dispose, ce bel homme noir grand et musclé était le meilleur ami de Steve Rogers, mais aussi son amoureux.

Le couple s'embrassait passionnément, dans les bras l'un de l'autre. Jaloux de l'amour que Captain America porte au Faucon, tu le regardais embrasser son amant noir, rêvant d'être à sa place.

Le grand Steve Rogers faisait tourner sa langue dans la bouche de Samuel tout en lui palpant les fesses. Sam Wilson posait lui aussi ses grandes mains musclées sur le cul bombé de Steve Rogers, et tu rêvais de mettre ton visage dans ce cul. Le cul de l'Amérique. Ce surnom donné par Scott Lang / Ant-Man au cul de Captain America avait été totalement adopté par l'équipe, une façon gentille de se moquer de leur chef.

Captain America était le mâle ideal aux yeux des Américains : blanc et blond, très grand et très musclé, charismatique et intelligent, autoritaire et humble, souriant et sérieux, il était vénéré. Et pourtant, il était heureux que son acolyte et amoureux soit un homme noir. Non seulement car cela faisait fermer leur bouche aux racistes, mais surtout parce que Sam Wilson et lui étaient fous amoureux.

Comme ils étaient aussi meilleurs amis, ces deux hommes masculins avaient pleins de passe-temps communs.

Dans un coin du loft de Tony Stark, le couple gay interracial jouait au billard sans penser à ceux qui admiraient leur complicité, leur talent au billard ou leurs corps de rêve. Et pourtant Steve Rogers avait remarqué que tu le fixais de manière gênante.

SAM WILSON / FAUCON : "Bébé, c'est à toi de jouer !"

Il n'y avait bien que le grand homme noir Sam Wilson pour surnommer le géant Captain America "bébé", et pourtant cela sonnait sexy dans sa bouche, même pour qualifier le héros de la Seconde Guerre mondiale.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "Je pense qu'on peut s'arrêter là, chéri. On a qu'à dire que tu as gagné !"

SAM WILSON / FAUCON : "Super !"

Sam embrassa Steve sur la joue pour le remercier de lui accorder la victoire.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "J'ai besoin d'un autre verre."

SAM WILSON / FAUCON : "Je te suis."

Steve Rogers retira sa veste en cuir marron et se retrouva avec une chemise en satin bleu mettant en valeur sa musculature.

Sam et lui avaient un verre à la main et se promenaient dans le vaste appartement de Tony Stark.

Samuel "Sam" Wilson s'éloigna pour aller discuter avec Maria Hill, directrice adjointe du S. H. I. E. L. D., et Steve remarqua que tu étais encore là à le fixer, ainsi que son cul musclé.

La soirée à l'appartement de Anthony "Tony" Stark durait depuis plusieurs heures, mais Steve Rogers en avait assez d'être face à toi. Il commença à partir, mais tu voulais parler avec lui pour faire connaissance. Or, Steve Rogers n'en avait pas l'envie.

STEVE ROGERS : "Okay petit pédé laisse moi tranquille d'accord ! T'es qu'une merde !"

Puis, Steve Rogers t'attrapa par la main, te plaqua contre le mur et descendit ton pantalon. Dans sa grande main virile, il prit ta bite et commenca à la branler.

STEVE ROGERS : "T'aime ça que je te branle, hein, petit loser ?! Tu vas voir je peut faire plus que branler ta bite, je vais l'enfoncer dans mon cul que tu le veuille ou non ! Oui, tu devrais te sentir honoré de prendre le cul de l'Amérique, petit pédé faible bon à humilier !"

Steve Rogers te avec une seule main et te jeta par terre, déchira ton pantalon et descendit le sien pour qu'il puisse s'asseoir sur ta bite. Tu as un béguin pour Steve Rogers / Captain America, donc le voir en train de te déshabiller te rendit tout dur.

Steve Rogers posa son pied sur ton ventre pour t'empêcher de t'enfuir, puis il te releva les jambes pour les passer derrière sa tête. Tu étais donc allongé sur le dos, les jambes relevées en arrière de chaque côté de la tête, et ta bite était en érection car tu étais excité face à la beauté masculine et dominante de Captain America. Tu ne l'avais jamais dit à personne mais tu rêvais d'être baisé par Steve Rogers. Ce que tu ignorais c'est que Steve est un passif dominant : il décide qui le pénétre, mais même quand il se fait baiser c'est lui qui dirige, c'est lui qui donne les ordres au mec. Ainsi, il approcha son cul absolument parfait de ton visage pour t'exciter davantage.

STEVE ROGERS : "C'est mon cul que tu veut, hein ? Vas-y loser, embrasse mon cul, pédé !"

Il rapprocha son cul plus près de ton visage et tu embrassas les fesses de Steve Rogers. Celui-ci trouvait que tu étais trop lent alors il écrasa son cul musclé sur ton visage et lâcha un énorme pet puant sur ton visage !

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STEVE ROGERS : "Ouais, ça c'est le cul de l'Amérique ! Et maintenant, lèche le, pédé !"

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Toujours écrasé par le cul de Captain America, tu rentras ta langue dans le trou du cul de Steve Rogers, qui continuait à te péter sur la langue sans se soucier de ta souffrance. Toujours aussi excité d'être dominé par Steve dont tu étais secrètement fou amoureux, tu léchais le cul de l'Amérique du mieux possible. Tu avais rêvé de ce cul depuis toujours, et l'avais enfin face à toi. Quelle joie !

Son cul ayant bien été lèché par toi, Steve Rogers prit ta bite dans sa main, la pressa pour te faire mal et commença à donner de petites gifles dans tes couilles. Au lieu de te faire souffrir (même si Steve était fort), cela eut pour effet de t'exciter.

Alors, Steve se pencha pour poser ses grandes mains viriles autour de ton cou, et appuya sur le cou qu'il était en train d'étrangler à mesure qu'il posa son sublime cul blanc musclé sur ta bite. C'était pour toi une magnifique vision que de voir ce bel homme blond musclé en train de se faire enfoncer une bite dans le cul. Mais si Steve était celui qui était enculé, c'était bien toi qui se faisait baiser !

Steve Rogers prit ta bite entièrement dans son cul, retira ses mains autour de ton cou pour les mettre sur ses chevilles. Il tenait tes chevilles et commença à se faire pénétrer par toi de plus en plus vite. C'était peut-être ta bite qui rentrait dans le cul de Steve Rogers, mais c'était celui-ci qui se montrait ferme, brutal et même violent.

STEVE ROGERS : "T'aime ça, hein, loser ! T'aime voir ta bite dans mon cul, sale pédé !"

Tout en faisant descendre son cul de plus en plus vite sur ta bite, Captain America te donnait de violentes claques au visage, et tu te retrouvais tout rouge. Sauf qu'au lieu de te faire mal (même si cela te faisait quand même mal), tu étais encore plus excité !

Face à toi, Steve Rogers était si beau, il avait retiré sa chemise bleu et se retrouvait torse nu, son corps imberbe musclé commençant à suer ! Les cuisses de Steve Rogers frappaient de plus en plus violemment les tiennes. Cette position - la position Amazon - avait déjà été vu par toi, mais jamais tu ne l'avait encore vécu. Là, l'un des plus beaux hommes d'Amérique était en train de prendre ta bite en lui ! Écrasé sous le poids du corps de Steve Rogers et humilié de la situation, tu étais excité par ce que tu vivais et Captain America le savait.

STEVE ROGERS : "Tu aimes ça de me voir te baiser, sale pédé, tu n'es qu'une sousmerde !"

Steve Rogers te cracha au visage, puis continua à te donner des gifles au visage mais faisait tout cela sans jamais s'arrêter de descendre et de remonter sur ta bite, son jouet sexuel humain ! Tu n'étais pour Captain America qu'un gode humain.

Les cris de douleur (et de plaisir) que tu poussait ont fait venir du monde autour de vous. Progressivement, les invités que l'on comptait en centaine se sont réunis autour de Captain America en train de prendre ta bite dans son cul. Même si c'est lui qui était pénétré, tout le monde savait que Steve Rogers est un vrai mâle musclé dominant. Ainsi, tout le monde le poussait à être encore plus violent tellement c'était excitant de voir Captain America t'humiliant, toi le loser.

STEVE ROGERS : "Voilà, tu as ton heure de gloire sale pédé ! Tu n'es qu'une sale merde, j'ai tellement envie de te frapper quand je te voit !! T'es inférieur à la semelle de mes bottes, sale chien ! Je te les ferait lécher !"

Tout en disant cela, Steve Rogers te frappe et t'étrangle même si tu as mal à force que tes jambes soient en l'air, et que Steve les écarte de plus en plus pour pouvoir rebondir encore plus vite et plus violemment sur ta bite ! Tu vois l'expression sadique de Steve. Il s'amuse à te cracher dans la bouche et te gifle pour que tu avales ses crachats.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "Allez les mecs, crachez lui dans la bouche vous aussi !"

Là, Anthony "Tony" Stark / Iron Man pose sa chaussure sur ton visage et l'essuie sur tes joues.

TONY STARK / IRON MAN : "Lèche mes semelles."

Sous les rires des invités, tu lèche les semelles des chaussures de luxe de Anthony "Tony" Stark. Puis, celui-ci te crache dans la bouche. Il fait signe à son meilleur James "Rhodey" Rodes / War Machine, un grand homme noir peu musclé, de venir près de lui. Celui-ci, quoique plus timide, vient cracher dans ta bouche, et tu es toujours baisé par Captain America. Celui-ci est excité de voir ses amis en train de participer à ton humiliation. Puis, il voit son meilleur ami et amant Sam Wilson / Le Faucon et lui demande de venir t'humilier aussi.

STEVE ROGERS : "Viens mon amour, crache lui à la bouche, j'ai envie de te voir l'humilier."

SAM WILSON / LE FAUCON : "J'ai encore mieux que ça, bébé ! Ce loser ne sait pas ce qui l'attend. J'espère que ça va te plaire !"

Tu es toujours allongé sur le dos avec Steve Rogers qui rebondit sur sa bite, et tu vois s'approcher le beau mâle noir Sam Wilson. Celui-ci s'approche tout près de toi, dépose sa bave dans ta bouche. Son visage sublime est si proche du tien que tu peut sentir l'haleine du Faucon. Tu tend alors ses lèvres vers Sam Wilson et celui-ci rit.

SAM WILSON / FAUCON : "T'as cru que j'allais t'embrasser ou quoi ?! J'embrasse que Steve, bouffon, mais toi tu as droit à ça !"

Puis, Sam ouvre la bouche très près de ton nez, et un grand rot puant retentit.

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Le rot rentre directement dans les narines et ta bouche, et le rot est si bruyant que les invités applaudissent Sam Wilson pour ça. Celui-ci va ensuite embrasser sur la bouche son meilleur ami et amant Steve Rogers toujours en train de rebondir sur ta bite. Tu es jaloux de les voir s'aimer si bellement.

SAM WILSON / FAUCON : "Comment est sa bite à ce pédé pathétique renifleur de rot ?"

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "Bien moins puissante que la tienne, chéri, mais pour moi c'est juste un jouet sexuel !"

Steve Rogers / Captain America est toujours en train de rebondir sur ta bite avec une telle puissance et rapidité que tu en as mal à la bite. Pourtant tu es toujours aussi excité, car après tout sa bite est dans le cul de l'homme qu'il aime depuis toujours en secret. Le magnifique homme blond musclé qu'est Steve Rogers continue de sauter sur ta bite en te donnant des claques, en pinçant tes tétons et en donnant des coups à tes couilles !

Clint Barton / Œil-de-Faucon, le bel archer blond, retire alors ses chaussures et se met à sauter sur ton visage ! À la douleur du saut sur son visage s'ajoute la puanteur des chaussettes sur ton visage. Les invités rient.

CLINT BARTON / ŒIL-DE-FAUCON : "Renifle mes chaussettes, sale loser !"

Tu renifles les chausettes puantes de ClintBarton / Oeil-de-Faucon.

CLINT BARTON / ŒIL-DE-FAUCON : "Ouais, sens bien entre les orteils, j'ai pas enlevé mes chaussettes depuis plus d'une semaine !"

Encouragés par le côté dominant de Clint qu'ils ont rarement vu chez lui, les autres super-héros s'approchent de toi pour te faire renifler leurs chaussettes. En plus de Clint Barton, de James Rhodes, de Sam Wilson et de Tony Stark, voilà que Scott Lang / Ant-Man et le Prince Thor, mais aussi Nick Fury le directeur du SHIELD, se mettent à poser leurs pieds puants sur ta tête !

Écrasé par les chaussettes que tu es contraint de renifler tout en supportant le poids de Steve qui fait rebondir son beau cul imberbe sur ta bite, tu ne sais pas si tu dois souffrir ou y prendre du plaisir ! Captain America écarte encore plus tes jambes pour être pénétré par toi tout en te faisant mal, mais surtout pour permettre à ses amis Avengers de continuer à écraser ta tête avec leurs pieds. Hormis Clint Barton, ils n'ont pas enlevés leurs chaussettes.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "Tu n'es qu'un lécheur de pieds, serviteur ! Retirez vos chaussettes les gars, je veut le voir lécher vos pieds !"

Sur ordre du beau mec musclé blond, les Avengers retirent leurs chaussettes pour t'obliger à lécher leurs grands pieds puants. Certains sont plus grands, plus poilus ou plus puants que d'autres, mais le résultat est là : tu es écrasé par des grands pieds masculins ! Les Avengers s'amusent à rentrer leurs pieds dans ta bouche, à te faire renifler leurs orteils et à te donner des coups de pieds au visage pour rire de ta souffrance.

Autour d'eux, les invités rigolent aussi, d'autant que des écrans géants montrent la scène à ceux qui n'arrivent pas à la voir de plus près !

THOR : "Le puissant Thor n'a pris autant de plaisir sur Midgard depuis bien longtemps ! Ça me rappelle que je venais sur votre planète pour humilier les esclaves capturés par les Vikings ! Croyez en le Puissant Thor, ces gens là savaient s'amuser ! Et leurs pieds puaient encore plus que les vôtres !"

Les pieds de Thor étaient les plus lourds, ceux de Nick Fury étaient les plus durs, les pieds de Bruce Banner / Hulk étaient les plus sales, ceux de James Rhodes étaient les plus longs, ceux de Clint étaient les plus doux, ceux de Sam étaient les plus larges et ceux de Scott étaient les plus puants, et tu devais renifler, embrasser, lécher et sucer les orteils des pieds Avengers !

Natasha Romanoff / la Veuve Noire - qui avait eu une enfance si malheureuse qu'elle avait du mal à s'amuser et surtout publiquement - prit sa bière, poussa les autres mâles et versa la bière sur toi, choqué par ce qui lui arrivait. Les autres hommes l'étaient aussi.

NATASHA ROMANOFF / VEUVE NOIRE : "Arrêtez, les gars ! Vous n'en avait pas eu assez avec lui ! Il est tellement minable, ok, mais qu'est-ce que vous allez faire ensuite ?! Lui péter dessus ?!"

Les hommes se sont regardés et, sans penser à toi qui se noyait sous la bière qui te coulait toujours sur le visage, ont approuvés ! Ils ont tous criés de joie à l'idée de te péter dessus ensemble.

SCOTT LANG / ANT-MAN : "Super idée Nat ! Allons-y les gars, on va lui péter dessus !"

Les hommes ont tous baisser leur pantalon, et sept culs masculins se sont posé autour de toi : les pets ont commencés à pleuvoir sur ton visage toujours étouffés par le poids et l'odeur des culs juste au-dessus de toi.

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Pendant ce temps, les invités riaient, tout comme Steve Rogers qui s'amusait du spectacle de voir sept culs péter les uns après les autres, parfois plusieurs en même temps, sur ton visage ! Captain America continuait de rebondir violemment sur ta bite sans se soucier ni de ton plaisir ni de ta douleur, car tu es son jouet sexuel humain, ta bite est là pour son cul.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "C'est bien, putain de loser, tu as trouvé ta place de renifleur de pets ! Tu n'es qu'un jouet sexuel pour nous les vrais hommes !"

NATASHA ROMANOFF : "Parce-que vous comptez utilisez cet esclave sans en laisser profiter les femmes ?! Je vais vous montrer ce que c'est que de s'asseoir sur un loser !"

Natasha Romanoff pris son élan, courut et sauta sur ton visage ! Son joli cul musclé écrasait ton visage, en plus du choc de son cul ayant atterri sur toi. Elle écrasa ses cuisses autour de ton visage.

BRUCE BANNER / HULK : "Ouais vas-y, Nat ! Écrase lui la tête sous ton beau cul !"

La Veuve Noire était amusée par l'excitation éprouvée par celui qui était secrètement amoureux d'elle. Et qui aurait pu ne pas l'être. Espionne experte en prises de combats que ne maîtrisaient même pas certains hommes membres des Avengers, Natasha Romanoff écrasa son cul, avant de relever sa jupe, baisser sa culotte, et lâcha d'énormes pets sur toi.

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NATASHA ROMANOFF / VEUVE NOIRE : "Alors, vous pensez toujours qu'une femme peut pas écraser la tête d'un imbécile ?"

SCOTT LANG / ANT-MAN : "Whaouah ça me donne envie que Hope me fasse ça ! Ahahah !"

Hope Van Dyne / la Guêpe donna un petit coup de coude à son amoureux Scott, mais elle riait de sa blague.

Natasha Romanoff continua de péter sur toi, Steve Rogers finit par d'éjaculer et essuyer sa longue bite blanche sur ton visage.

ANTHONY "TONY" STARK / IRON MAN : "Mesdames et Messieurs, je vous présente le renifleur de pets des Avengers !"

Tous les invités, homes et femmes, furent invités à venir te péter dessus, s'asseoir toi et t'obliger à renifler, embrasser et lécher leur cul et leurs pieds.

Jamais tu n'avais vécu de situation excitante. À l'issue de la soirée, tu te vit proposer de la part des Avengers de devenir leur renifleur de pets et lécheur de cul, en particulier à leurs soirées.

Inutile de dire que tu n'as pas attendu plus d'une seconde avant d'accepter. La perspective de lécher les culs et les pieds de super-héros était autant un honneur qu'un plaisir. Et tu allais avoir de nombreuses occasions d'en profiter.

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

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🇺🇸🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇺🇸🇬🇧

I'm a big fan of the Marvel universe as you know. Unlike many others, I continue to appreciate the films and series offered (obviously I don't like everything every time, I can recognize that there are flaws).

Yet I recognize that the Avengers films offered scenes where the characters took the time to talk to each other, and this is especially true for the most memorable scene of the not so successful movie Avengers - Age of Ultron.

The party sequence at Tony Stark / Iron Man's apartment made an impression not only for its consequences (the introduction of Ultron and Vision) but also for the light tone, the impression that the characters had moments of respite, dressing normally and being more cheerful and funny.

Out of intellectual honesty, I prefer to state that this story did not occur to me, but rather was the result of a reader request received by @chrisevansxmalereader, who is in love with actor Chris Evans and writes stories about the characters he has portrayed. He posted a version of this story that should have centered around a man who is fucked by Captain America. This version does not contain the parts that I had sent to him, I decided to publish today the story that I had written for him and that I have modified

This story is inspired by the sequence of Avengers - Age of Ultron that I told you about, but deviates from it by including characters who do not appear.

Likewise, Captain America is here in a love relationship with an Avenger. Which one ? It will come as no surprise to some if you have already read my stories. 😏

Final warning: the story is told from the reader's point of view.

I also want to dedicate this story to @natashaxmarvelmen whose name and blog inspired me for a scene in this story.

Happy reading everyone.

- AN EVENING WITH THE AVENGERS -

By a happy coincidence, you found yourself on the guest list of the evening organized by Anthony "Tony" Stark, officially known as Iron Man. This billionaire philanthropist, seducer, spendthrift but also intelligent and charismatic, had organized this evening to allow the Avengers to have a moment of relaxation. A welcome moment of relaxation after yet another battle to protect a population from an invader.

Scott Lang / Ant Man was laughing with Clint Barton / Hawkeye, Hope Van Dyne / the Wasp was talking with Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow, Prince Thor and Tony Stark were both seducing young girls, taking advantage of the absence of Jane Foster and Pepper Potts, their respective girlfriends.

So there was a good atmosphere in this luxurious apartment where petit fours were served by servants, where people were dancing to pop music. You found yourself mingling with these worldly and upscale people, without being impressed. Because you didn't see the splendor of the modern apartment or the richness of the luxury designer clothes worn by the guests. No, the only beautiful thing you think is really worth admiring was Captain America.

Real name Steve Rogers, this handsome, very tall, very muscular blond man was well-liked and respected, but no one was more loved by him than his best friend Samuel "Sam" Wilson. Having the superhero name "Falcon" because of the retractable wings he has, this handsome, tall and muscular black man was Steve Rogers' best friend, but also his lover. The couple kissed passionately, in each other's arms.

Jealous of Captain America's love for the Falcon, you watched him kiss his black lover, dreaming of being in his place. The tall Steve Rogers swirled his tongue around Samuel's mouth while feeling his buttocks. Sam Wilson also put his big muscular hands on Steve Rogers' rounded ass, and you dreamed of putting your face in that ass. America's ass. This nickname given by Scott Lang / Ant-Man to Captain America's ass had been totally adopted by the team, a nice way to make fun of their leader.

Captain America was the ideal male in the eyes of Americans: white and blond, very tall and very muscular, charismatic and intelligent, authoritarian and humble, smiling and serious, he was revered. And yet, he was happy that his sidekick and lover was a black man. Not only because it made the racists shut their mouths, but especially because he and Sam Wilson were madly in love.

Since they were also best friends, these two masculine men had plenty of common hobbies. In a corner of Tony Stark's loft, the interracial gay couple played billiards without thinking of those who admired their complicity, their talent at billiards or their dream bodies. And yet Steve Rogers had noticed that you were staring at him in an awkward way.

SAM WILSON / FALCON: "Baby, it's up to you!"

There was only tall black man Sam Wilson to dub the giant Captain America "baby," and yet it sounded sexy in his mouth, even to label the WWII hero.

STEVE ROGERS: "I think we can stop there, honey. Let's just say that you won!"

SAM WILSON / FALCON: "Great!"

Sam Wilson kissed Steve Rogers on the cheek thanking him for giving him the win.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA: "I need another drink."

SAM WILSON / FALCON : "I follow you."

Steve Rogers removed his brown leather jacket and found himself with a blue satin shirt showing off his musculature.

He and Sam had a drink in their hands and walked around Tony Stark's sprawling apartment. Sam Wilson walked away to talk to Maria Hill, Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Steve noticed you were still staring at him and his muscular ass.

The party at Anthony "Tony" Stark's apartment had been going on for several hours, but Steve Rogers was tired of being in front of you. He started to leave, but you wanted to talk to him so you could get to know each other. Steve Rogers / Captain America didn't feel like it.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "Okay little fag leave me alone okay! You're a piece of shit!"

Then, Steve Rogers / Captain America grabbed you by the hand, pinned you against the wall and pulled down your pants. In his big manly hand, he took your cock and began to jerk it off.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "You like it when I jerk you off, huh, you little loser?! You'll see I can do more than jerk your cock, I'm going to stick it in my ass whether you like it or not! Yes, you should feel honored to take America's ass, you weak little fagot good at humiliating!"

Steve Rogers picked you up with one hand and threw you down, ripped your pants off, and pulled his down so he could sit on your cock. You had a crush on Steve Rogers so seeing him stripping really pissed him off. Steve Rogers put his foot on your stomach to prevent you from running away, then he lifted your legs to pass them behind your head.

You were therefore lying on your back, your legs raised behind each side of your head, and your cock was erect as you were aroused by the masculine and dominant beauty of Steve Rogers. You had never told anyone but you dreamed of being fucked by Captain America. What you didn't knew is that Steve is a dominant bottom: he decides who penetrates him, but even when he gets fucked he's the one who dominates, he's the one who gives orders to the guy he is fucked by. Thus, Captain America approached his absolutely perfect ass to your face to excite you even more.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "It's my ass you want, huh? Go on loser, kiss my ass, faggot!"

He brought his ass closer to your face who kissed Steve's ass. This one thought that you were too slow at kissing his ass so he crushed his ass in your face and let out a huge smelly fart in your face!

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STEVE ROGERS: "Yeah, that's America's ass! And now lick it, faggot!"

Still crushed by Captain America's ass, you tucked your tongue into Steve's asshole, who continued to fart on your tongue regardless of your pain. Always so excited to be dominated by Steve Rogers whom you were secretly madly in love with, you were licking America's ass as best he could. You had always dreamed of that ass, and finally had it in front of you. What joy !

His ass having been well licked by you, Steve Rogers took your cock in his hand, squeezed it to hurt you and started to give small slaps in his balls. Instead of hurting (though Steve was strong), it turned you on. So Captain America leaned down to put his big, manly hands around your neck and pressed down on the neck he was choking, as he shoved your gorgeous, muscular white ass on his cock. It was a wonderful sight for you to see this handsome muscular blond man having a cock shoved up his ass. But if Captain America was the one being fucked, you were clearly his bitch !

Steve Rogers took your cock all the way up his ass, pulled his hands around your neck to put them on his ankles. He held your ankles and started to get penetrated by you faster and faster. It might have been his dick going into America's ass, but it was Steve Rogers who was firm, brutal and even violent.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "You like it, huh, loser! You like seeing your dick in my ass, you filthy faggot!"

While pushing his ass down faster and faster on your cock, Steve Rogers slapped you violently in the face, and you found yourself all red. Except that instead of hurting you (even if it still hurt you), you were even more aroused! In front of you, Captain America was so handsome, he had taken off his blue shirt and found himself shirtless, his muscular beardless body starting to sweat!

Steve Rogers' thighs hit your thighs harder and harder. This position - the Amazon position - had already been seen by you but you had never experienced it before. There one of the most beautiful men in America was taking your cock! Crushed under the weight of Steve Rogers' body and humiliated by the situation, you were excited by what he was going through and Steve Rogers knew it.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "You like it to see me fucking you, you fucking fagot, you're a piece of shit!"

Steve spat in your face, then continued to slap you in the face but did it all without ever stopping going down and up on your cock, his human sex toy! You were just a human dildo for Captain America.

The cries of pain (and pleasure) that you uttered brought people around them. Gradually, the hundreds of guests gathered around Steve taking your cock up his ass. Even though he was the one being fucked, everyone knew that Steve Rogers is a real dominant muscle male here. So, everyone pushed him to be even more violent : it was so exciting to see Captain America humiliating the weak loser that you are !

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "Here you have your finest hour, you filthy fag! You're such a piece of shit, I want to hit you so badly when I see you!! You're inferior to the soles of my boots, dirty dog! I'll make you lick them!"

While saying this, Steve punches and strangles you, who is hurts with your legs in the air : Steve Rogers spreads them further and further apart so he can bounce even faster and harder on you. This is Captain America's sadistic expression that turns you on. He enjoys spitting in your mouth and slaps it so that you swallows his spit.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "Come on guys, spit in his mouth too!"

There, Anthony "Tony" Stark / Iron Man puts his shoe on your face and wipes it on his cheeks.

TONY STARK / IRON MAN: "Lick the soles, peasant."

Under the laughter of the guests, you licks the soles of Tony Stark's luxury shoes. Then he spits in your mouth. He motions for his best friend James "Rhodey" Rodes/War Machine to come over to him. This one, although more shy, comes to spit your mouth while you are still fucked by Captain America. This one is excited to see his friends taking part in your humiliation.

Then Steve Rogers sees his best friend and lover Samuel "Sam" Wilson / Falcon and asks him to humiliate you too.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "Come on, my love, spit in his mouth ! I want to see you humiliate him."

SAMUEL "SAM" WILSON / FALCON: "I've got even better than that, baby! This loser doesn't know what to expect. Hope you like it!"

Still lying on his back with Steve Rogers bouncing on his cock, you sees handsome black male Sam Wilson approach. This one comes very close to you, puts his drool in your mouth. His sublime face is so close to you that you can smell the breath of the Falcon. You then offers your lips to Samuel and he laughs.

SAMUEL "SAM" WILSON / FALCON: "Did you think I was going to kiss you or what?! I only kiss Steve, jester, but you have the right to that!"

Then, Sam opens his mouth very close to your nose, and a big stinky belch sounds.

BBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!

The burp goes straight into your nostrils and mouth, and the burp is so loud that the guests applaud Sam Wilson for it. This one will then kiss on the mouth his best friend and lover Steve Rogers, still bouncing on your cock. You are jealous to see them love each other.

SAMUEL "SAM" WILSON / FALCON: "How's that pathetic, burp-snubbing faggot's dick?"

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA: "A lot less powerful than yours mate, but to me it's just a sex toy."

Steve Rogers/Captain America is always bouncing on your cock with power and speed that your cock hurts. Yet you are still just as excited, because after all your cock is in the ass of the man you have always loved in secret.

Gorgeous muscular blond man Steve Rogers continues to jump on your cock, slapping your nipples and slapping your balls!

Clint Barton / Hawkeye, the handsome blond archer, then takes off his shoes and starts jumping in your face! To the pain of the jump on your face is added the stench of the socks on your face. The guests laugh.

CLINT BARTON / HAWKEYE: "Sniff my socks, you fucking loser!"

You sniffs Clint Barton's stinky socks.

CLINT BARTON / HAWKEYE: "Yeah, sniff well between the toes, I haven't taken my socks off in over a week!"

Encouraged by Clint's dominant side that they've rarely seen in him, the other superheroes approach you to make you sniff their socks. In addition to Clint Barton / Hawkeye, James Rhodes / War Machine, Samuel "Sam" Wilson / Falcon and Anthony "Tony" Stark / Iron Man, there is Scott Lang / Ant-Man, Bruce Banner / Hulk and Prince Thor, but also Nick Fury the director of SHIELD. All of them start putting their stinky feet on your head.

Crushed by the socks you are forced to sniff while supporting the weight of Captain America bouncing his beautiful hairless ass on your cock, you doesn't know if you should suffer or take pleasure in it!

Steve spreads your legs even further to be fucked by you while hurting you, but especially to allow his Avengers friends to continue to crush your head and body with their smelly feet. They haven't taken their socks off.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "You're a foot licker, servant! Take your socks off guys, I want to see him lick your feet!"

At the behest of the blond muscular hunk, the Avengers pull the socks off to force you to lick their big stinky feet. Some are bigger, hairier or smellier than others, but the result is there: you are crushed by big male feet! The Avengers have fun putting their feet in your mouth, crushing your nose between their toes (forcing you to sniff their toes) and kicking you in the face to laugh at your suffering ! Around them, the guests are also laughing, especially as giant screens show the scene to those who can't get a closer look!

THOR: "The Mighty Thor haven't had so much fun on Midgard in a long time! It reminds me that I came to your planet to humiliate the slaves captured by the Vikings! Believe in the Mighty Thor, these people knew how to have fun! And their feet stank even more than yours!"

Prince Thor's feet were the heaviest, Nick Fury's were the hardest, Bruce Banner/Hulk's feet were the sweatiest, James Rhodes' were the longest, Clint Barton's were the softest, Sam Wilson's were the biggest and Scott Lang's were the smelliest, and you had to snif, kiss and lick them all and suck the Avengers's toes!

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow - who had such an unhappy childhood that she had trouble having fun and especially publicly - took her beer, pushed the other males and poured the beer on you, who were shocked by what she had just did. The other men were too.

NATASHA ROMANOFF / BLACK WIDOW: "Come on, guys ! Don't you have enough with him! He is so pathetic, okay, but what are you going to do next?! Fart on him together ?!"

The men looked at each other and agreed, without thinking of you who were drowning under the beer that was still running down his face! They all screamed with joy at the idea of ​​farting together.

SCOTT LANG / ANT-MAN: "Great idea Nat! Let's go guys, we're going to fart on him!"

The men all pulled their pants down, and seven male asses landed around you, and the farts started raining down on your face still smothered by the weight and smell of the asses directly above you.

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During this time, the guests were laughing, just like Steve Rogers who was enjoying the spectacle of seeing seven asses farting one after the other, sometimes several at the same time on you!

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Captain America continued to bounce violently on your cock without caring about your pleasure or pain, because you are his human sex toy, youe cock is here for his ass.

STEVE ROGERS / CAPTAIN AMERICA : "It's great, you fucking loser, you've found your place as a fart sniffer! You're just a sex toy for us, real men!"

NATASHA ROMANOFF / BLACK WIDOW : "Because you intendedbto use this slave without letting the women take advantage of it?! I'll show you what it's like to sit on a loser!"

Natasha Romanoff took a swing, ran and jumped in your face! His nice muscular ass crushed your face, in addition to the shock of his ass landing on you. She crushed her thighs around your face.

BRUCE BANNER / HULK: "Yeah come on, Nat! Smash his head under your nice ass!"

Black Widow was amused by the excitement felt by the one who was secretly in love with her. And who might not have been. A spy expert in grappling that even some male members of the Avengers did not master, Natasha Romanoff crushed her ass, before lifting her skirt, lowering her panties, and unleashed huge farts on you.

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NATASHA ROMANOFF / BLACK WIDOW: "So you still think a woman can't crush a fool's head?"

SCOTT LANG / ANT-MAN: "Wow it makes me want Hope to do this to me! Ahahah!"

Hope Van Dyne / the Wasp nudged her lover Scott, but she laughed at his joke. Your face was completely into Black Widow's ass. Natasha Romanoff continued to fart on you, Steve Rogers finally ejaculated and wiped his long white cock all over your face.

ANTHONY "TONY" STARK / IRON MAN: "Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Avengers farts sniffer!"

All the guests, men and women, were invited to come and fart on you, sit you down and force you to sniff, kiss and lick their ass and feet. You had never experienced an exciting situation.

At the end of the party, you were offered by the Avengers to become their fart-sniffer and ass-licker, especially at their parties. Needless to say, you didn't wait more than a second to agree.

The prospect of licking superhero asses and feet was as much an honor as it was a pleasure. And you were going to have many opportunities to take advantage of it.

END OF THE STORY

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20 / 04 / 2023

🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

Les trois frères Hemsworth sont des dieux vivants, de vrais mâles blancs hétéros talentueux et beaux. Je les vénère tellement et je voudrais servir à n'importe quoi pour eux ! Luke, Chris et Liam sont si chauds et je suis sûr que sentir leurs pets et manger leur merde ne serait pas si mal, ce serait un honneur d'être leur renifleur de pets et leur lèche-cul.

C'est moi qui ai fait l'illustration de la fiction.

Cette histoire est un cadeau pour mes chers amis @hemsworthfootslave (avec qui j'ai écrit une histoire sur Thor) et @chrishemsworthservant. J'espère qu'ils apprécieront ce cadeau et je les remercie pour leur amitié et leur amour partagé pour les frères Hemsworth. Vous verrez mes amis, un jour on servira Luke, Chris et Liam ! 😍

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE

Cadeau pour @chrishemsworthservant et @hemsworthfootslave

HUMILIÉ PAR DES CÉLÉBRITÉS #63

LUKE HEMSWORTH #3

CHRIS HEMSWORTH #5

LIAM HEMSWORTH #3

- LE RENIFLEUR DE PETS DES FRÈRES HEMSWORTH -

Le magnifique acteur australien Chris Hemsworth était sur la plage lorsqu'il vit un pédé loser matait son sublime cul que tant de gens sur cette planète rêvent de lécher.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH : "Tu mates mon cul, pédé ! Viens ici que je m'asseoit sur ta tête !"

Le pédé saisit sa chance et se prosterna aux pieds de Chris Hemsworth qui s'apprêtait à aller faire du surf sur la plage australienne.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH : "T'as intérêt à avoir une tête confortable, lécheur de cul !"

Le beau gros cul musclé de Chris Hemsworth se posa sur le visage du pédé qui vit le cul écraser son nez. Déjà suant, le trou du cul de Dieu Chris Hemsworth était aussi gazeux.

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Les pets de Dieu Chris Hemsworth étaient longs et puants mais le pédé se savait privilégié car les pets d'un dieu vivant comme l'acteur Chris Hemsworth est le meilleur air que respirera jamais ce pédé lécheur de cul. Chris Hemsworth s'apprêtait à surfer avec ses frères les dieux Luke et Liam Hemsworth.

Le beau Luke Hemsworth sortit de l'eau où il se baignait et rit lorsqu'il vit son frère Chris péter sur le visage d'un pédé. Ses rires ont attirés l'attention de Liam qui les rejoignit.

LIAM HEMSWORTH : "Je vois que tu t'amuses bien avec ce pédé inférieur, Chris ?"

LUKE HEMSWORTH : "Et si on l'ensabler pour qu'il lèche nos culs à notre retour ?!"

LIAM HEMSWORTH : "Super idée mon frère ! On pourra même lui chier dessus !"

Luke et Liam tenaient fermement le pédé en lui écrasant la tête sous le gros cul de dieu Luke, et dieu Liam posaient ses grands pieds sur son torse pour l'empêcher de s'échapper. Dieu Chris Hemsworth creusait un trou dans le sable, si fort et musclé qu'il n'avait pas besoin de pelle. Le trou creusé, les frères Hemsworth mirent le pédé dedans avant de remettre du sable pour ne pas qu'il puisse partir. Personne ne s'opposait aux frères Hemsworth considéraient comme des rois.

LIAM HEMSWORTH : "Ne bouge pas d'ici, pédé ! Ahahaha on sera de retour bientôt !"

Les frères rirent et le pédé avait face à lui les culs des frères Hemsworth allant surfer. Il les admira nager et surfer comme des vrais pros.

Lorsqu'ils revinrent, ils encerclèrent la tête du pédé de leurs gros culs musclés.

LUKE HEMSWORTH : "Je ne voudrais pas que nos pets dérangent les usagers, loser !"

CHRIS HEMSWORTH : "Alors renifle bien !!"

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C'était une torture pour le pédé mais il était néanmoins heureux d'être utile aux mâles alphas qu'il vénérait depuis toujours. Leurs gros culs envoyaient du gaz sur son visage et il reniflait.

LIAM HEMSWORTH : "Renifle plus fort !!"

Le pédé s'époumonait à renifler les pets des frères Hemsworth mais il espérait bien pouvoir sortir.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH : "Bon moi je sais pas vous, mes frères, mais j'ai envie de chier !"

Les frères ont baissés leurs combinaisons et des énormes crottes sont tombés de leurs sublimes culs, recouvrant le visage du pédé.

LUKE, CHRIS, LIAM HEMSWORTH : "Adieu pédé !"

Le pédé ne pouvait plus respirer et son seul moyen de survivre était d'avaler les énormes crottes. Les frères Hemsworth partirent, mais d'autres personnes n'ayant pas vu la scène se produire crurent que ce tas de merde étaient un endroit où l'on pouvait chier et péter. Ainsi, tous les usagers de l'immense plage venaient péter et chier sur le visage du pédé. Il lui fallut une semaine pour tout avaler et que son visage soit visible à nouveau.

Craignant que le pédé ne porte plainte pour non assistance à personne en danger, le responsable de la plage fit capturer le pédé chez lui où il fut enfermé sous la cabine privé utilisé par les frères Hemsworth.

Les frères Hemsworth rirent lorsqu'ils virent le garçon enfermé sous la cuvette des toilettes et qu'ils allaient lui chier dessus.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH : "Je vois que ce n'était pas un adieu finalement, mon petit pédé !"

LUKE HEMSWORTH : "J'espère que tu aimes ta nouvelle maison, garçon, car tu ne sortira plus jamais d'ici !"

LIAM HEMSWORTH : "Oui et aussi que tu aimeras la nourriture, car il n'y a pas de menu et qu'un seul plat : nos bonnes grosses crottes de vrais mâles alphas, petit pédé !"

Le pédé était prisonnier pour être une toilette humaine pour le reste de sa vie, mais il n'arrivait pas à devenir triste et malheureux. Comment aurait-il pu l'être ? La seule chose qu'il voyait étaient les culs des frères Hemsworth, les seuls sons qu'il entendait étaient les bruits de leurs pets et de leur merde, et parfois les frères Hemsworth le regardaient et se moquaient de lui mâchant leurs grosses crottes.

Il lui arrivait d'être utilisé comme papier toilette humain, et il se sentait privilégié.

Et bien sûr, manger la merde et boire la pisse des frères Hemsworth, ces dieux vivants, était un plaisir autant qu'un privilège pour ce pédé chanceux.

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

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🇺🇲🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇲

The three Hemsworth brothers are living gods, real alpha straight white males talented and handsome. I worship them so bad and I would like to serve at anything for them! Luke, Chris and Liam are so hot and I'm sure smelling their farts and eating their shit wouldn't be that bad, it would be an honor to be their farts sniffer and asslicker.

I made this caption to illustrate the story.

This story is a gift to my dear friends @hemsworthfootslave (with whom I wrote a story about Thor) and @chrishemsworthservant. I hope they will appreciate this gift and I thank them for their friendship and sharing love for the Hemsworth brothers. You'll see my friends, one day we'll serve Luke, Chris and Liam! 😍

PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY

Gift to @hemsworthfootslave and @chrishemsworthservant

HUMILIATED BY CELEBRITIES #63

LUKE HEMSWORTH #3

CHRIS HEMSWORTH #5

LIAM HEMSWORTH #3

- THE HEMSWORTH BROTHERS'S FARTS SLAVE -

Gorgeous Aussie actor Chris Hemsworth was on the beach when he saw a fag loser staring at his gorgeous ass that so many people on this planet dream of licking.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH: "Watch my ass, faggot! Come here and I'll sit on your head!"

The faggot boy seized his chance and bowed at the feet of Chris Hemsworth who was about to go surfing on the Australian beach.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH: "You better have a comfortable head, asslicker!"

Chris Hemsworth's nice big muscular ass landed on fag's face, who saw the ass smash his nose. Already sweating, God Chris Hemsworth's asshole was also gassy.

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God Chris Hemsworth's farts were long and stinky but the fag knew he was privileged because the farts of a living god like actor Chris Hemsworth is the best air this asslicking fag will ever breathe.

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Chris Hemsworth was going to surf with his brother gods Luke and Liam Hemsworth.

Luke Hemsworth came and saw Chris using the fag as his farts sniffer. He laughed and was joined by his younger brother Liam.

LIAM HEMSWORTH: "I see you're having fun with that inferior faggot, Chris?"

LUKE HEMSWORTH: "What if we sand him up to lick our asses when we get back?!"

LIAM HEMSWORTH: "Great idea bro! We can even shit on him!"

Luke and Liam held the fag tightly crushing his head under god Luke's big ass, and god Liam put his big feet on his chest to keep him from escaping. God Chris Hemsworth was digging a hole in the sand, so strong and muscular he didn't need a shovel.

The hole dug, the Hemsworth brothers put the fag in before putting back the sand so that he could not leave. No one opposed the Hemsworth brothers considered royalty.

LIAM HEMSWORTH: "Stay there faggot! Ahahaha we'll be back soon!"

The brothers laughed and the faggot had in front of him the asses of the Hemsworth brothers going surfing. He admired them swimming and surfing like real pros.

When they came back, they encircled the fag's head with their big muscular asses.

LUKE HEMSWORTH: "I wouldn't want our farts to bother users, loser!"

CHRIS HEMSWORTH: "Then take a good sniff, faggot boy !!"

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It was torture for the sub, but he was nonetheless happy to be useful to the alpha males he had always worshiped. Their big asses were sending gas in his face and he was sniffling.

LIAM HEMSWORTH: "Sniff harder, boy !!"

The fag boy was gasping at the Hemsworth brothers' farts, but he hoped he could get out.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH: "Well, I don't know about you, my brothers, but I want to shit!"

The brothers lowered their jumpsuits and huge turds fell from their sublime asses, covering the fag's face.

LUKE, CHRIS, LIAM HEMSWORTH: "Farewell faggot 😂!!!!"

The loser farts sniffer couldn't breathe and his only way to survive was to swallow the huge droppings. The godly Hemsworth brothers left, but other people who hadn't seen the scene believe that this pile of shit was a place to shit and fart.

Thus, all the users of the immense beach came to fart and shit on the face of the fag. It took him a week to swallow it all and his face to be visible again. Fearing that the queer would file a complaint for not assisting anyone in danger, the person in charge of the beach had the faggot captured at his home where he was locked up under the private cabin used by the Hemsworth brothers.

When they discovered the boy under the toilet of their beach cabin, the Hemsworth brothets laughed so much : they couldn't wait to farts and shit on his face and mouth.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH : "I guess it wasn't a farewell, faggot! Ready for your new life, fag ?"

LUKE HEMSWORTH : "I hope you like your new home, boy, because you'll never leave it!"

LIAM HEMSWORTH : "And also the food! Because there is no menu and only one plate : there will be as many turds as you ever dreamed of, freaky loser slave !"

The fag was a prisoner to be a human toilet for the rest of his life, but he couldn't get sad and unhappy. How could he have been? The only thing he saw were the Hemsworth brothers' asses, the only sounds he heard were the sounds of their farts and shit, and sometimes the Hemsworth brothers looked at him and laughed at him chewing their big poop.

He was sometimes used as human toilet paper, and he couldn't feel more privileged.

And of course, eating the shit and drinking the piss of the Hemsworth brothers, those living gods, was a pleasure as well as a privilege for this lucky faggot.

END OF THE STORY

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10 / 04 / 2023

🇺🇲🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇺🇲🇬🇧

HUMILIATED BY A CELEBRITY #61 :

JUSTIN BIEBER

- JUSTIN BIEBER’s FARTS SLAVE -

Justin Bieber was waiting for a photoshoot where he felt gassy. He saw a faggy loser who worked there.

JUSTIN BIEBER : “Hey, boy, come here ! My armpits and my feet needs to be sniffed and licked for the photoshoot !”

Reluctantly, the fag smelled the sweaty and smelly armpits and feet of Justin Bieber.

JUSTIN BIEBER : “Good boy ! Now, I need my farts sniffed by a faggot like you !”

The fag didn’t wanted to obey but Justin Bieber gave him the order so he did not wanted to risk to lose his job.

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 He approached his face close to Justin Bieber’s ass and smelled his anus.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUSTIN BIEBER : “Ohhh it feels so good to release it !!!”

The stench was horrible.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT !!!!!!!

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT !!!!!!!!!

The fag pulled his head off the hot ass.

JUSTIN BIEBER : “Hey stay there !! You faggots are good at farts sniffing !!!”

Justin Bieber forced the fag’s head in his ass so he could release as many farts as he wanted.

JUSTIN BIEBER : “I am King Justin Bieber ! My farts are oxygen for faggots !!!”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUSTIN BIEBER : “Ahahahhaha !!!! You are such a miserable lowlife, you cant compare to me ! I am a god and my farts deserves to be smelled by inferior faggots like you !!!”

Then Justin Bieber sat on the fag’s face to squash his ugly face with his beautiful gassy warm stinky butt.

The stupid fag was so good at farts sniffing that he remained the farts sniffer of Justin Bieber for the rest of his fag life.

END OF THE STORY

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🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE

HUMILIÉ PAR UNE CÉLÉBRITÉ #61 :

JUSTIN BIEBER

L'ESCLAVE DES PETS DE JUSTIN BIEBER

Justin Bieber attendait une séance photo où il se sentait gazeux. Il a vu un perdant pédé qui travaillait là-bas.

JUSTIN BIEBER: “Hé, mon garçon, viens ici! Mes aisselles et mes pieds ont besoin d'être reniflés et léchés pour la séance photo!”

À contrecœur, le pédé a senti les aisselles et les pieds moites et malodorants de Justin Bieber.

JUSTIN BIEBER : “Bon garçon ! Maintenant, j'ai besoin que mes pets soient reniflés par un pédé comme toi !”

Le pédé n'a pas voulu obéir mais Justin Bieber lui a donné l'ordre pour qu'il ne veuille pas risquer de perdre son travail. Il a approché son visage près du cul de Justin Bieber et a senti son anus.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUSTIN BIEBER: “Ohhh c'est si bon de le sortir !!!”

La puanteur était horrible.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!!!!!

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

Le pédé a retiré sa tête du cul chaud.

JUSTIN BIEBER : “Hé, restez là ! Vous les pédés, vous êtes bons pour renifler les pets !!!”

Justin Bieber a forcé la tête du pédé dans son cul pour qu'il puisse lâcher autant de pets qu'il le voulait.

JUSTIN BIEBER : “Je suis le roi Justin Bieber ! Mes pets sont de l'oxygène pour les pédés !!!”

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUSTIN BIEBER: “Ahahahhaha !!!! Tu es un si misérable voyou, tu ne peux pas me comparer! Je suis un dieu et mes pets méritent d'être sentis par des fagots inférieurs comme toi !!!”

Ensuite, Justin Bieber s'est assis sur le visage du pédé pour écraser son visage laid avec son beau cul puant chaud et gazeux. Le pédé stupide était si doué pour renifler les pets qu'il est resté le renifleur de pets de Justin Bieber pour le reste de sa vie de pédé.

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

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