Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2018 15:01:26 -0600
From: Joe Schmo <hairybuttlover@gmail.com>
Subject: New Year's Eve Party

This story is fictional and contains group domination, humiliation, and
farting.


...


When Tyler woke up, he couldn't move. His eyes felt crusty, his throat dry,
and a dull headache made him groan. He opened his eyes, but the room was
dark. He tried moving his head, but something was in the way. He tried
moving his arms; they were wrapped around his propped up knees, and his
wrists were tied. He felt his ankles were tied too. He tried stretching
out, and found he couldn't. He was constricted to an upright sitting
position, his head facing upward. He tried to scream, but his mouth was
gagged. Alone, in the dark, bound and gagged. Fear shot through Tyler's
body.

He thought "Focus...where am I...where could I be...where was I last?"

He last remember talking to his best friend Harley. He'd invited him out to
eat at the local burger joint. They talked about the New Year's party
Harley was going to have at his place that night. He also asked if Tyler
had any of the cash he owed him, from buying him beer, for the times he'd
forgotten his wallet at restaurants, for posters he got Harley to order for
him through his Amazon Prime account...and as usual Tyler did not have the
cash.

"I'm sorry man, I keep forgetting." He shrugged.

"You always say that." Harley rolled his eyes.

"I'll pay you back next week I swear!"

Harley smiled, "Ok. Next week. For real this time."

Tyler took more sips of his grape soda. Harley had ordered it for him
before he got there. It was some weird brand that tasted funny...

THE SODA! Tyler was shaking in the dark room, convinced Harley had drugged
him. He remembered feeling tired and disoriented, Harley asking if he was
ok, him admitting that he needed to be driven home, he was feeling sick.
And then his mind went blank.

Tyler kept screaming through the gag, muffling it to helpless groans. This
had to be a nightmare. He was sick with something, maybe the flu, and was
having a nightmare. Sleep paralysis. He wanted to believe that, feeling the
sweat trickle down his forehead and back, but he was thinking too clearly
for it to be a dream.

After a few minutes, his eyes got used to the darkness, and he could see a
thin strip of light on the ground in front of him. It was a door, a few
feet away. And beyond the door he could hear some music, a TV was on, he
heard guys talking and laughing but couldn't hear what they were saying.
Where the fuck was he?

He heard footsteps come to the door. It opened, and he could barely make
out Harley's face.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," he laughed, stretching over to pull the
switch of another light. The brightness made Tyler wince. He could see a
laundry machine and dryer against the wall next to him. A closet. He was
tied up in the laundry closet in Harley's house. But why?!

"Hope I didn't scare you too bad," He sighed, his hands on his hips. Harley
was an intimidating man. He was tall, bulky, a jutting beer gut, buzzed
black hair and beard, his whole body covered in hair. He was shirtless, no
socks, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. Tyler was terrified.
"You're here because I'm sick of you being a cheapskate. Always mooching
off me and our other friends. But it's New Year's, and I figure there has
to be a way that you can learn your lesson, and pay me back so we can start
over fresh and clean. You know?"

Tyler tried swearing, but every word was muffled by the gag.

"Don't worry. I've got an awesome idea. Took me a while to think of
something creative that wouldn't hurt you too much. I thought `what would
really suck, something to happen that would make him pay back all his debts
in the future, something he'd never want to go through again', and this
goofy thought came to me, `why don't I make him sniff a bunch of farts?"

Tyler blinked. This has to be a joke.

"I mean, why not? You're always complaining about my gas. Fact, you know
how all our friends say I'm the gassiest beast in the land hahaha," he
patted his beer belly, "Why not put this god given gift to use? Found this
old blanket chest in the basement that I never use, and it's just big
enough for a person to crouch in it. And the lid is at this angle, making
it a perfect slope for someone to lean on or sit on. Cut a hole for your
face to squeeze out of."

Tyler could feel sweat down his neck. He tried saying "you can't be
serious" but again it was muffled.

"So, I invited all our friends to my New Year's party. No chicks allowed, I
told them, just a bro's night together. Of course, most of them said no
thanks to that. But then I changed the event name on facebook," He pulled
his phone out and read aloud, "Come chill at my house and fart on Tyler
Ramsey's face! Description: Bring lots of beer, and celebrate the new year
chilling at my house. I've got snacks, a flat screen, and I've got Tyler
tied up in a closet and promised him all the farts he can eat. If you ever
need to pass gas, go into the labeled closet and let it loose up his nose.
My own little payback for all the money he still owes me. A way to settle
our debts.' And wouldn't you know it, more than half the guys I invited
changed their minds! HA!"

Tyler was freaking out, struggling and whimpering in vain. He couldn't
believe this was actually happening to him.

"And I've got some more good news for you, Tyler boy," Harley chuckled, "In
the group chat, all the guys that are coming over have brought up the
things you owe THEM money for too. Didn't realize how much of a mooch you
are until I read their stories. But they're all willing to forgive you of
your debt since you're letting them use your face as their fart dump for
the night. Of course that means you're gonna have a LOT of asses draping
over your face tonight dude. A lot. 32 guys have confirmed they're coming.
And you know how people are; they'll show up even without RSVP, so that
number could grow. Think about it! Your face will soon be graced by at
least 32 flatulent male backsides. Also I didn't give any real rules or
expectations, so I don't know how many will keep their pants on...I don't
know how many are hairy down there..."

Tyler was thrashing about, trying to move his arms, hitting his elbows and
toes against the sides of the box, the ties around his wrists and ankles
digging into his skin...this was insane.

"We'll all be drinking beer, that's not going to make it easy for you," He
laughed, "Greasy pizza...I don't know how many guys are purposefully eating
gas-producing foods just for you. They've been making those kinds of jokes
on the facebook page. Alex is bringing bean dip, I think Kenny picked up
some veggie tray with broccoli and brussel sprouts, Jim's got his eyes set
on white Russians, that's mostly cream...yep this is going to be a painful
period for your nose."

Tyler tried screaming in rage through the gag.

"It's...a little after 4:30 right now, everyone should be coming over in
about an hour...and since it's New Year's Eve I don't think the party will
stop till some time closer to 3am. So, I'd say you've got a good 8-10 hours
of fart sniffing to look forward to. If everything goes to plan, you'll be
burping up our farts well into the new year."

Again, Tyler tried screaming out in disbelief, "You can't be serious!!!"

Harley raised a finger, "Before I go, gotta test this box out and make sure
it holds you." He turned around, bending over slightly, the fabric tugging
at the curves of his butt cheeks, "Try moving your head, see if you can
keep your nose away from my ass." Then he began his slow backward step,
bringing his ass closer and closer to Tyler's exposed face.

In a panic, Tyler tried to move his head to the right, but his head was
stuck in place by something behind him, the cut out hole around him, so he
had no choice but to sit there facing forward as Harley's beefy ass came
just a couple inches away from his nose. Tyler could feel the heat coming
off of Harley's body, he could smell the faint musky ass fumes. Tyler tried
crying through the gag, pleading to be let go, that he'll pay Harley and
everyone back, but his words were snuffed out, and he could only breathe in
through his nose. Harley looked over his shoulder at his handy work; the
box would keep Tyler's face in place. He leaned back against the box and
felt his butt cheeks mold over Tyler's whimpering face.

PRPTRPTRPP

"Aahh," Harley sighed after pushing out a wet sounding fart right onto
Tyler's nose. He wiggled his ass back and forth, smearing the stink into
Tyler's screaming face. "No point in crying about it, dude," he laughed,
"every guy here is going to sit on your face at some point tonight. Dozens
of asses. Hundreds of farts. Suck them up and be grateful."

...

Harley's estimate was a little off.

32 confirmed online, and as he expected a few more came without saying they
would, but the best surprise was that the guys had brought some of their
friends. All on the basis of the unique entertainment. The street was
packed with parked cars. Wide eyed guys with huge grins laughed on their
way into the cramped house. Beer was passed around, with plenty in the
coolers in the garage, the TV was on showing the New Year's Eve concert,
and the snack table was full of chips and dip, sliders, meatballs, bean
dip, and a variety of greasy pig-out foods. The house soon became hot and
noisy thanks to the whopping 54 occupants.

Tyler didn't see all of them at the beginning. When the first few came to
the house, they'd stepped into the closet to laugh at his situation. A most
of them were friends. That was painful for him to see; his own friends
laughing at him, taunting him, making it clear that they have no sympathy
and will fart on his face for the laughs. Some of them were strangers to
him, and Tyler felt sick that this was their first impression: a moocher
who was getting punished.

Aaron had invited his friend Danny, who Harley had only met once. While
Aaron was more of a laid back stoner type, long neck and messy black hair,
a bit flabby, Danny was a scrawny guy with neat dirty blond hair and
glasses. When Aaron invited him, he was a little reluctant to go to a party
packed with guys he didn't know...but when Aaron told him the special
purpose of the party, he couldn't help but laugh. He had to see it for
himself.

Harley greeted them at the door, "Hey man, what's up," He glanced over and
saw a few other guys put down coolers of beer, fill the table with bean
dip, paper plates, red solo cups, the meat balls...he smiled knowing that,
just as they'd planned, their bowels will soon be bloated with gas.

"Hey I'm good," Aaron chuckled, putting his hand to his stomach, "But you
know, I have to be honest, I'm a little uncomfortable," with mock concern,
"I really need to let off some gas, but I can't possibly do it here where
anyone can smell it, and I can't go to the bathroom because it will linger
there too,"

"Oh no worries, good sir," Harley put on a mock gentry British accent,  "I
have prepared a designated spot specifically for flatulence depository."

"Excellent, show us the way."

Harley opened the closet door, and Aaron marveled at what he was seeing: a
small wicker chest with an angled lid, and Tyler's face popping out of the
lid, mouth tied shut with old socks, and his eyes bulging in fear.

"Hey Tyler," Aaron stepped forward, turning around and faced his jeans
covered ass at Tyler's eye level, "Remember all those times I drove you to
Burger King and you didn't pay me back?" Danny, who Tyler hadn't met
before, was standing in the doorway with the other two, giggling at Tyler's
whimpers. Aaron smacked his butt cheek through his jeans, "Well I've got a
Double Whopper meal right here waiting for you!"

Tyler shifted and tried to say sorry through his gag, but it didn't matter;
Aaron pressed his ass against Tyler's face, leaning against the box
comfortably, feeling Tyler's moaning and gasping against the seat of his
pants, moaning into his butt cheeks,

PRPTRPTRPTPRTPRPT

A loud fart vibrated against Tyler's face, and his cries were muffled by
Aaron's cheeks, as well as all of the laughter coming from Aaron, Danny,
Harley, and a fourth voice from the doorway of the closet. The stink was
strong, thick and rich of ass, shit...Tyler had no way to escape. He also
had no way to breathe. Since Aaron kept leaning against him, he had no
choice but to sniff his gas, and he realized with horror that he was
breathing in pure ass gas...The stink was strong because there was no
oxygen to dilute it. Pure concentrated fart.

"Aaaahhhhh," Aaron let out a loud sigh, making the others in the doorway
laugh. He patted his belly, "Wow, I've been holding that baby in for almost
an hour." Tyler's face was burning red with embarrassment, thinking about
how so many other guys were stopping by the doorway to watch his
humiliation. Aaron kept his butt resting over Tyler's face, a satisfied
grin, patting his belly, letting out another silent stream of gas that only
he and Tyler knew about.

...

On the large flat screen T.V. in the living room, news reporters were
showing the crowds at Times Square, everyone crowding around the latest pop
star who was performing one of their hits. The ball wouldn't drop for
another six hours.

Jacob, one of Harley's friends, was standing at the food table, filling his
paper plate with hot wings, orange chicken and broccoli, and baked potato
dip with extra cheddar on top. In his other hand, he held a bottle of
Miller Lite, his third that evening. Jacob had only met Tyler once or
twice, everything he knew about him came from Harley, who was always
complaining about how selfish Tyler was, how he was a mooch, how he needs
to be taught a lesson. Jacob had no idea that Harley would actually punish
Tyler, and that he would pick such a hilarious punishment. He put a few
extra pieces of broccoli on his plate.

"You loading up too?" Asked his friend Sean, who was holding a plate of
baked beans and cabbage rolls stuffed with cheese.

"Haha, yep," He nodded, "Broccoli tears my shit up."

"That's why I got cabbage," Sean laughed, "Whenever I have it at home my
ass becomes a brass orchestra."

"This is so weird but so fucking funny...like this is the only party I'll
ever go to where we're supposed to fart!"

"I know dude, I wish there were more of these cuz I'll be with some girl
dancing at someone's house and I'll get gas up the ass and have to hold it
in. Can't relax like that. Speaking of which, do you wanna pay the sniffer
a visit?"

"Hm, I might have some gas in me. Sure why not."

They'd set their plates down and walked over to the closet, where three
other guys were standing around at the doorway, watching what was going on
inside. When Jacob and Sean nudged between them into the threshold, they
saw their friend Chase, a large beefy blond, bent over with his back turned
to Tyler.

"Dun dun," he said, sounding like the suspenseful music from Jaws, "dun
dun,"

He slowly waved his ass back and forth, Tyler's eyes followed it left and
right, his eyebrows furrowed, whimpering.

"Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun," Chase was chanting faster, stepping back
with each syllable. The guys in the doorway were giggling. Tyler had red
marks down the sides of his face from where he had been pushing into the
basket lid to get out of the way, even though no amount of struggling would
protect his nose.

"DUN DUN!!!" Chase had pulled his pants down and revealed his bare ass an
inch away from Tyler's face. Tyler's eyes were bulging out, and he screamed
into the gag, looking at Chase' giant pasty ass. Chase grabbed his cheeks
and spread them, flashing Tyler his pink hole, right before bouncing
backward and shoving it into his face. Tyler screamed into the gag and into
his cheeks as Chase wiggled his hips violently, smearing his crack all over
Tyler's unprotected face. The guy in the doorway cheered and chanted "Stink
face! Stink face!" as Chase felt his asshole scrub onto Tyler's nose.
Chase's face scrunched up, his teeth were clenched as he grunted loudly,
pushing his hole onto Tyler's nose,

PPPPTPTTPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT

A giant fart exploded out of him, and the group cheered. Chase let out a
disgustingly loud sigh of relief. Tyler was gagging between his cheeks,
choking on pure ass funk.

"Dude this is so fucking brutal!" Jacob laughed.

"Wanna get in line?" Sean asked.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna finish my plate first and let the food do it's
magic." Jacob smirked, "Only the best for Tyler."

...

Harley and a couple of his friends had gone out for a quick beer run. A
house full of so many guys meant the beer was flowing quickly. There were
four hours until midnight.

Tyler had been stuck in the box for hours, his legs were cramping, his ass
was sore, and he needed to go to the bathroom. He didn't know if Harley had
even considered that part of this, and was paranoid that he was going to be
forced to wet himself. As if his humiliation needed to be worse.

So many butts. Basketball shorts, jeans, khakis, underwear, bare...his face
had felt the fabric of the seat of all their pants, his nose had to endure
the stink.

By now, nearly every party goer has placed their backsides over Tyler's
face, and he has been forced to sniff countless farts directly from those
butts. A few have gone the extra mile to pull down their underwear and give
him full stinkfaces: his nose has directly brushed at least a dozen butt
holes. The stench of male ass was glued to his face. At the moment, the
party seemed to have gotten bored of him, for the closet was empty and the
door was closed and outside he could hear the loud chatter and laughter of
a typical party. In the darkness, he whimpered, from having to piss, from
having his face smeared with ass cracks, from the stink, the
humiliation...the only good thing he had to hold onto was that soon this
would all be over.

...

The door opened and Harley stepped forward. He looked at his friend, whose
eyes were puffy. He looked miserable, just a face sticking out of a basket.
The closet reeked like a bathroom. All of the guys' farts still lingered,
and there was the stink of piss. Harley had forgotten that Tyler would need
to piss at some point, but thought hey, this is a punishment, some wet
jeans is just another cherry on top.

"Havin fun?" He asked. Tyler whimpered.

"Don't worry," He continued, "The guys and I have planned one last hurrah
to send us off into the new year. Then they'll go home."

Tyler didn't know what that would mean. But he didn't care anymore.
Whatever he had to do for this all to end, he'll deal with it. He'll never
borrow money again. He'll be nice to all his friends. Anything to avoid
another night of ass torture. Behind Harley was Chase, and the two of them
lifted the basket, some piss dripping off the bottom.

"Hey someone get some towels from the bathroom," Chase called out, "The
baby pissed himself!"

Tyler cringed at the laughter. This was the lowest moment in his life.

All of the guys at the party were standing around in a circle. The T.V. was
on showing the party going on in the city, how they were only minutes to
midnight. Tyler's basket was set down in the middle of the circle, and
Harley stepped forward to talk to him,

"So, Tyler, it's almost midnight. You've probably sniffed a good dozen
gallons of man farts," again the guys laughed around him. Tyler hated their
sneering faces, the sick joy they got out of this boyish game, "And since
the new," Harley burped, "woah, haha, since the new year is about to happen
we thought we'd give you a gassy send off before the party's over. You
see...no one's been in the closet for the past couple hours. Yeah I know a
few guys here were complaining that they couldn't clench any longer, that
their asses were going to burst, but I told them to hold in all of their
gas," The room was so quiet, everyone forcing their mouths shut under
smiles, tension waiting for the punchline, "Gentlemen, Tyler, today we will
participate in THE largest fart bukake in history."

The room cheered, the noise was so loud, mixing with the cheering on T.V.
waiting for the ball to drop.

Fart Bukake? Tyler didn't understand. He thought for a moment, what was
bukake? His eyes widened. He remembered. In porn, when a bunch of guys get
in a circle and jizz on a girl's face. Only this time...

"Men!" Harley rushed to the edge of the circle, everyone had turned around,
Tyler saw a row of asses that continued in the ring beyond his vision,
"Pants DOWN!"

At once they dropped trou. A row of butts covered in different colors and
styles of underwear.

"Three, two, one," Everyone was shaking in anticipation, "GO!"

There was nothing Tyler could do. He thrashed and tried to move but it was
hopeless. The circle of butts got smaller as they got closer. A crowd three
men deep around his basket, everyone with an ass full of gas waiting to be
let out into his face.

PPPTPPRRRPRPPRRRRRT

>From behind he felt a pair of butt cheeks rest on his head and push out a
fart into his hair. He felt butts on either side of his head, farting into
his ears, up close it was deafening, the heat made him feel sick. Most of
the guys were fighting over the spot in front, targeting his nose. A pair
of cheeks rested over his face and an eggy fart ripped into his nostrils

PRTPRTPRPTRPP

At the same time, another butt sat on top of his head and farted, rattling
his skull. A room of 54 men pushing passed each other so they could let
loose all the gas they were told to keep in. Tyler couldn't even tell who
was on him at any time, he could only see butts and different underwear. A
butt in blue boxers was pushed against him, smudging up his face, pushing
his nose and cheeks up, that fart was mostly silent but he could feel the
hole purse around his nose through the fabric.

"C'mon guys make room, everyone needs a chance,"

Cheers. The moment a butt was done unloading gas, another took its place.
Tyler was caught in a neverending fart cloud. The stink from what they'd
been eating, the sounds of their assholes vibrating and them all laughing,
the feeling of warm cheeks farting out hot gas, Tyler was so disgusted he
had to keep his eyes shut. He could feel butts rubbing against him, all
over his head, his face, hearing farts directly into his ears like they
were trying to tell him something, he was screaming through the gag,
waiting for the hell to be over.

"Just," Harley laughed in disbelief that he could put this party together,
his camera phone out recording the crowd of guys fighting over who gets to
fart on Tyler's face next, "Ass everywhere." he took another swig of beer,
"Fuck you Tyler."

In all the excitement, none of them could hear the ball drop, the crowd
cheer "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

...

It was a little after one a.m. The house was a mess, food plates cups
everywhere, empty beer bottles, empty liquor bottles. The last few guys
were buttoning up and heading home. Aaron and Danny thanked Harley, Danny
saying "Honestly I thought the idea of this party was fucked up but this
was actually hilarious and I'm glad to be, uh, a part of history."

Tyler was exhausted. His limbs were cramping. His throat was sore from
screaming and gagging. His nose felt like it was peeling away from the
sheer amount of gas he had to endure. He got it. He learned his lesson. All
he wanted was to go home.

Chase was the last one there, and Harley whispered something in his ear.
Chase looked over at Tyler, and evil smile drew across his face. Tyler
didn't like that, but he was too weak to think much of it. That meant Chase
was probably going to say some snide comment and then stink face him or
fart on him again. Nothing he can't deal with now. He accepted his fate.

Except, that's not what happened. Instead, Harley walked over to the plushy
recliner, and opened the leg rest, then pulled it up by the leg rest. Chase
got behind Tyler and shoved the basket along the floor under the recliner.
Carefully, the guys set it down so the top part of the basket was sticking
through the hole in the recliner. Tyler was facing the back of the seat.
What was going on?

"Ok goodnight dude, it's been real," And Harley lead Chase out. Tyler was
twitching. He didn't understand. The party was over. Why wasn't he being
let out?!

"Hey dude," Harley stumbled in. He'd ditched his shirt and was in his
basketball shorts again. "Sorry for all this but you know, ya needed to
learn a lesson," He was drunk, his voice was slurring. "But, I'm still
kinda pissed at you so I got your final punishment."

Final?! The Midnight Fart Bukake was the worst thing Tyler had to go
through in his life, how can there be MORE? He was yelling through the
fabric, another fire of anger rushing through him, trying to speak "You
can't be serious!"

"I'm not even gonna sugar coat it or be whitty or whatever I'm too fuck
tired," Harley stretched, he dropped his shorts. Tyler saw he was naked
under them, his cock flaccid against his leg under a ruff of black pubic
hair which also ran over his balls. His legs were hairy. His whole body was
hairy.

"I'm gonna sleep in this chair with your nose in my ass," He shrugged,
almost bored with it all, "I had so much fucking beer my ass will explode
and you're gonna get front row seats to the worst of my beer farts. After
this we're officially even. Cool? Cool."

Tyler's eyes were sore from how often he had widened them. He was
screaming, pleading through the gag. But Harley didn't care. He didn't look
at Tyler shaking around in his basket, he ignored the cries and the tears.
He stepped over the recliner, stretched, burped, and sat down on the seat.
His crotch was in Tyler's pathetic face, the stench of his ball sweat was
acrid against his nose. He brought his legs up on the rest, arched his
back, grabbed and spread his cheeks. Slowly he slid forward, his open ass
crack coming toward Tyler's face. Tyler's eyes were full of tears. There
was nothing he could do.

Harley's asshole met Tyler's nose, and Harley let go of his cheeks. His
hairy cheeks smushed on either side of Tyler's face. There was just enough
air to breathe, but the air reeked of ass, asshole, ass sweat. Tyler was
shivering. How long was he going to sleep here? He was trashed, he'd
probably lay like this for almost ten fucking hours! Tyler was pleading
again, crying, muffled by the gag, his nose burning from the stink, the
asshole pressed up against his nose, pushing it up making him look like a
pig, his nostrils open against the asshole.

An outsider would just see Harley's beefy naked hairy body resting in the
chair. His eyelids heavy, some sweat on his forehead and his chest, plenty
of sweat on his crotch, between his legs, on his ass. Harley wiggled a bit,
nuzzling his asshole against Tyler's nose back and forth, the heat of
Tyler's breath felt good on his asshole and in his drunken haze he felt his
dick twitch. This was nice. This was comfortable.

His guts gurgled, "Here it comes dude," he murmured, "The first of many. I
don't know, endless farts. All night long." He grunted and pushed,

PRTPRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTPTRPPTRPPPPPPPPPP

The fart shook through Tyler's skull, violently ripping into his nose the
worst stink he'd smelt the entire night. The 54 asses from earlier may as
well have been a flower shop compared to the gas deep in Harley's hairy
ass. The sweat stuck to Tyler's face from the heat, his ass sweat mixing
with his face sweat, dripping over his nostrils.

"Nighty night," Harley muttered before passing out.

The air in the house was hot and sticky. He would fart all night into
Tyler's nose. He would sleep for 10 hours and 37 minutes without moving
once.