What's that Smell?
The stink in the dungeon was overly dense. A huge demonic figure with obscene tattoos all over his taut muscular body rose up from the the cesspit. His 12-inch long dick and giant balls hung heavy and vast, his monstrous round cheeks were hard and toned with muscle yet soft and bouncy with each step. His grand muscles were glowing in the gloss of filth. He smirked, put on the expensive suits and walked towards the stairs.
The dungeon was in a private mansion high up on the hill, the flight of stairs connected to an office, where Billy, a tall muscular beefcake, awaited. He is an over three hundred pounds of pure white man beef with smooth hairs, gorgeous eyes and a hell of a chest. He, and a roomful of rugged muscular men sitting in the waiting room outside, were all lured by the same tantalizing promise: a high-paying bodyguard job under a mysterious and allegedly generous employer. But none of them truly understood what kind of generosity awaited.
Billy waited patiently in the office, and quickly noticed a strange smell. It's light, foul and yet familiar, but in a weird way, he didn't hate it. And the more he inhaled, the more curious he was: "What the hell is the smell?" The hunky bodyguard looked around, and couldn't find the source of the enticing odor.
Stercomaster walked into the room with a calm, commanding presence. His polished shoes tapped quietly against the hardwood floor.
Across the room stood Billy, a towering mass of muscle in a tight black shirt. His square jaw, and thick arms marked him as the kind of man people paid to guard treasures—and make sure no one got through them.
Stercomaster smiled warmly, eyes gleaming with intent as he extended a hand. “Welcome, Billy. My apologies for keeping you waiting.”
Billy stood and clasped the offered hand. “No worries, sir. Pleasure to meet you,” he said—though the word pleasure faltered slightly on his tongue.
A sharp, almost violent wave of stench had hit his nose the moment their palms touched - a warm, sour musk, somewhere between week-old sweat and something far more filthy. Billy's brow furrowed instinctively. "What the hell is that smell?", he thought, but he held his composure. Within seconds, strangely enough, his body started to adjust. The reek didn’t fade but settled, like thick smoke coating the inside of his nose.
As they sat, Stercomaster gestured to the folder on the table. “Please, take a seat. I’ve already prepared the contract.”
Billy nodded and took his seat across from him, placing both hands on the wooden surface, trying to focus. “I’ve got to say, sir—the payment listed here is… impressive.” His voice was calm, but inside, his senses were overwhelmed. The reek was growing, not fading.
“That's the idea,” Stercomaster said with a subtle grin. “To attract only the best.” He leaned back in his chair. The movement caused his jacket to part slightly—and Billy saw a hint of bare chest, gleaming faintly under the fabric. It wasn’t sweat. It was something else—something almost fermented.
As Billy bent forward to study the contract, the scent deepened, thickened. It had filled the room now—an invisible fog of raw, masculine filth, tingling his nose.
The hunky bodyguard tried to shake it off and s tay professional. But something gnawed at his attention—his body wasn’t resisting. His pulse didn’t race from disgust. Instead, there was an odd dull heat, blooming low in his groins.
All the terms of the contract were written in Billy's favor, with the final clause stating that the signatory could receive an additional bonus far more valuable than the entire contract itself.
“Sir…” Billy said, his eyes still fixed on the page. “I was wondering—what exactly is this ‘additional bonus’?”
Stercomaster’s grin widened. He stood slowly, his movements deliberate. “Let me show you,” he said.
Without another word, he jumped onto the table. The wood creaked slightly under his weight. Then, turning around, he faced away from Billy, spreading his legs ever so slightly. The back of his tailored trousers was soaked through with sweat—darker in color, sticking to his glutes, barely concealing what lay beneath.
Billy stared, unable to look away, shocked to see Stercomaster's fat ass barely an inch away from his face. The reek exploded around him—no longer just strong, but dense, sticky, like vaporized sewage and concentrated pheromone had merged into one suffocating fog. His lungs burned—but he didn't cough. Instead, he inhaled deeper, almost reflexively. His hand, still holding the contract, trembled.
Billy’s mouth fell open in astonishment, his words fading in his throat as Stercomaster sat deeper, his sculpted backside looming ominously before him. Taken aback by what's happening, Billy barely had the time to process the scene. Before the bodyguard could react, the man’s firm cheeks pressed outward, and with a wet, bubbling prrrrrt— a thick, humid fart erupted directly into his face.
The sound alone was obscene—a drawn-out, gurgling expulsion that seemed to vibrate in the air. But the smell hit Billy like a physical force. It was a rancid, eggy blast, so thick with decay that it clung to the back of his tongue. His stomach lurched, but his body froze, stunned by the sheer intensity of the stench from gassy explotion.
"What the hell did this guy eat?!" Billy’s mind screamed - it's the most stinking smell he had smelt in his life - yet his lungs betrayed him, drawing in another involuntary breath. The odor was vile—a mix of rotting meat and sulfur, with an underlying rauchny musk that made his nostrils flare. The bodyguard knew he should have recoiled. He wanted to recoil. But instead, his chest rose as he inhaled again, deeper this time, his body reacting before his mind could protest. He wheezed for a moment. When he realized what's happening, he's already inhaling deeply. He braced himself up against the stink. Billy’s world narrowed to that scent.
"Is this the kind of bonus you were hoping for?" Stercomaster’s voice was smug, taunting.
Billy’s lips parted to snarl a refusal—but then another fart burst forth, this one hotter, wetter, splattering against his lips. The eggy noxious air flooded his mouth, thick and cloying, and the bodyguard gulped instinctively, his throat working as he swallowed the putrid taste. His cock twitched in his pants all in lather, already hardening, poking up from his pants, a damp spot forming at the tip.
"No… No, this can’t be happening." Billy screamed in his head. But it was. His body was reacting violently, his pulse pounding in his ears as his hips jerked forward. A strangled moan escaped him.
"Yes…" The word slipped out before he could stop it, his voice hoarse with disbelief. "What the hell am I saying?!" His rational mind recoiled, but his lust—raw and primal—was already winning. The stench coiled around his brain, fogging his thoughts, dragging him deeper into depravity.
Even though his mind was wrestling, deep inside, a nagging lust told he that he yearned for another whiff. It took the taut bodyguard great efforts to contain himself from plunging his face into Stercomaster's suit pants. His huge bulging muscles showed his mentally struggles between his rational conscience and his subconscious lust. But it’s a doomed losing battle of his rationality. The smell had taken strong hold. His thoughts became jumbled.
Stercomaster’s smirk widened. "That's a good bodyguard on duty." Another fart ripped free as if this is an award for the correct answer. This one longer, dirtier, the heat of it seeping into Billy’s skin. He moaned, his hands trembling as they gripped his own thighs, nails digging in.
"Do you want more of my delicious fart?" Stercomaster taunted, shifting his weight, his ass hovering closer from Billy’s face. The musky scent of sweat and cum mixed with the lingering stink, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made Billy’s mouth water.
"No. No, I shouldn’t—" But his body answered for him. "YES!" he gasped, his voice ragged with need and his breathing quickened in a range anticipation.
The moment he spoke, another blast erupted—a deep, resonant braaapp that vibrated against his cheeks. The stench was overwhelming, addicting, and Billy inhaled greedily, his tongue lolling out to catch the foul air. Drool dripped from his lips as he panted, his cock straining against his pants, his entire body trembling with perverse hunger.
His head was spinning at all that's happening. He remembered being utterly disgusted, but his will to fight against the stench was fading away, and in place, a real desire grew. The stink was dragging his mind to a filthy area, without allowing any resistance against it.
"More… more…" he begged, his voice breaking as he shoved his face forward, burying his nose against Stercomaster’s fabric-clad ass, drinking in the stink. The stench sprayed all over his eager, waiting face. His fingers fumbled at his zipper, freeing his aching length, stroking in time with each rancid puff of gas.
The moment the bodyguard heard the loud farting noise began, he begun to deep inhale the hot stench through his nose. He couldn't believe his sudden deep urge brought by smelling a man's ass gas, but the more he sniffed, the more he hungered for. The rancid stink dripped down his nostrils. He stuck his tongue out, letting the stink land on the base of his tongue.
"More, more…" Billy eagerly stuck his face into Stercomaster's suited pants, sucking the stink with his nose. His right hand moved on its own, palming himself through his pants, fingers working in frantic, shameful strokes. And as he wished, blasts of stinking farts blew into his nose. He sniffed as if a drowning man found a a life-saving oxygen mask.
And Stercomaster delivered—each fart hotter, heavier, filthier than the last, until Billy was lost in it, his mind blank except for the need to breathe it in, to drown in the depraved pleasure of it.
The room was silent except for the sound of Billy's hungry moaning. As the bodyguard sniffed in euphoria, the sharp clink of a belt buckle echoed in the room. His pulse spiked. He knew what was coming. His dick hardened further, straining against the fabric as the man tugged down his pants, exposing a massive, bare ass right in front of his face.
The thick, unhindered smell hit him like a physical force—hot, pungent, and utterly intoxicating. It was muskier than before, ripe with sweat and something deeper, something animal. Billy’s eyes widened, drinking in the delicious sight. It's a plump bubble butt ripe for the taking. The two round cheeks loomed above him, the dark brown crack between them glistening slightly with sweat. It was a dark, mysterious invitation, one that made his mouth water. The tasty asshole frowned darkly at the bodyguard with the forest around his asshole. Billy's gooey precum was pooling into his nasty pants.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you, pig?” Stercomaster’s voice dripped with amusement. He shook his ass and his cock and balls were hanging loose and low between his open legs. “You can’t even think straight anymore. Just a dumb, hungry slut for my ass.”
Billy whimpered, his fingers digging into his thighs. The intoxicating farts had already shattered the most of his mind, but the sight of another man's huge bare ass right over his face dragged him back to reality—just for a second. He tried to fight it, to resist the brainwashing stench. He felt degraded and violated from the forced enthusiasm. What happened was horrendous. He was mentally and physically exhausted, but his dick was still pulsing as he sniffed the stench. He was gratified when his inner struggle seemed to gain the upper hand. But his gratification was short-lived. Stercomaster didn’t give him more time to think.
PFFFRRRTTT!
Another long, wet fart erupted from the giant ass above him. This time, the hot fart blasted directly onto Billy’s nose, searing his senses. The smell was ferocious—sour, fermented, thick with the promise of something even filthier. The bodyguard's resistance crumbled instantly.
Stercomaster chuckled darkly. “Now bury into my ass and take your fucking stinking bonus!”
Billy moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. Lust clouded his vision as he tilted his head back, surrendering completely. With a desperate whine, he thrust his face forward, burying himself between Stercomaster’s slick, sweaty ass cheeks. The heat was overwhelming, the scent heavenly in its depravity. The bodyguard's nose pressed flush against the half-open, puckered hole, and he shuddered as it twitched against his skin. The rancid smell smashed all the fight put up by him as his dick grew to its hardest status at the sight.
Stercomaster's sloppy asslips gaping wider as he relaxed, letting his asshole open just enough for Billy to feel the rush of rancid, intestinal gas pumping straight from the deepest pits of his guts. The stench was vile, a putrid, nose-searing blast that should have made him recoil—but instead, Billy inhaled greedily, his lungs burning as he sucked it down.
Now and then, the conscious part of Billy's mind would question his urge, but every time when he tried to work out the lust rooting deeper and deeper in his mind, the hypnotic stink would tell him to quit his questioning.
“That’s it,” Stercomaster seduced the bodyguard further, grinding his ass down slightly. “Breathe it in, pig. Let my fart fuck up your brain.”
Billy’s cock throbbed, his precum soaking through his pants. Every rational thought was drowned out by the hypnotic stink, the way it wrapped around his mind and squeezed.
Then, Stercomaster slowed down, controlling the release. A steady, pressurized release of gas seeped out, letting Billy savor every second. His nose was full of the stink, his head spinning, his body on fire. His crotch totally wet with precum.
“Now loosen me up. Get my asshole nice and wet!”
Billy's tongue reacted immediately on the order. It darted out and licked the delicious puckers, salivating and wetting every corner of the huge asscrack. The taste grew progressively worse, a bitter, musky tang that clung to the back of Billy’s throat. The degradation only fueled his arousal, his cock twitching in his tight pants as he obeyed.
Billy clamped his lips to his future Master's arse lips, delved deeper into the anus and sucked the hot furry asshole. Stercomaster laughed on feeling the brawny man's lips hungrily join to his hole.
Billy’s breath hitched as Stercomaster raised up his ass a bit and his heavy, sweat-slicked balls dragged across his face, leaving a trail of musky heat. The intoxicating stink of unwashed manhood made his mouth water even more. The musky smell was totally different from the rancidness of Stercomaster's asshole, but the same alluring.
The bodyguard's tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at the wrinkled, hairy sac, savoring the pungent flavor as it coated his taste buds.
Stercomaster groaned, rolling his hips to grind his well-laden balls against Billy’s nose, smearing him with sweat and the faint, sticky residue of ass-filth. “That’s it, pig,” he rumbled, voice dripping with dominance. “Get your face deeper. Worship every inch.”
Obediently, Billy nuzzled into the dense thatch of pubic hair, inhaling the heady musk before sealing his lips around one fat, dangling ball. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue over the wrinkled skin, feeling it twitch against his palate. The taste was intense—salty, slightly sour, with an underlying richness of the large amounts of sperm inside. His own cock ached more, leaking into his pants as he serviced his Master’s most private flesh.
Then, Stercomaster pressed his thick, veiny dick backwards, slapping against Billy's cheek, leaving a sticky streak of precum. Billy turned his head, capturing the giant leaking tip between his lips, sucking greedily, wishing to be granted the amount of sperm that he felt in the ball sacks. The flavor of precum exploded on his tongue. He hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head as spit and precum mixed, drooling down his chin. Every slurp, every filthy noise sent jolts of pleasure through him, his body betraying his straight pride as he drowned in Stercomaster’s essence.
His hands, once clenched in resistance, now gripped Stercomaster’s meaty thighs, kneading the hard sweaty muscle with a desperate, humiliating need to consume every drop his Master offered.
Now Billy’s tongue moved with desperate hunger, alternating between Stercomaster’s gaping, musky asshole and the throbbing weight of his cock and balls. Each time he pulled back from the sweaty, fur-lined crack, his lips glistened with spit and filth before wrapping around the swollen head of Stercomaster’s dick, slurping up the thick, salty precum that oozed from the slit.
He nuzzled into Stercomaster’s heavy balls like treating a gentle lover, inhaling the pungent musk before diving back into the asshole, his tongue plunging deep past the tight ring of muscle, lapping up the earthy taste of his Master’s filth. The contrast was intoxicating—the slick, metallic tang of precum against the deep, rotten sweetness of ass. Each flavor just made him more addictive than the last.
Stercomaster's thick fingers tangled in Billy’s hair, forcing him deeper, his hole clenching around the bodyguard’s tongue as if trying to milk every last drop of saliva from him. Billy’s body burned with need, his huge muscles flexing under his tight uniform, his own cock leaking helplessly. Every lick, every suck, every filthy slurp proved that he was no longer a proud straight hunk, but a hungry, devoted pig, feasting on the very part of his Master’s filthy body.
Finally, the beef's hips jerked, as his orgasm ripping through him. Thick spurts of cum leaked through the fabric, his body betraying him completely.
Billy panted, his tongue darting out to lick his lips—hungry for more. He didn’t even know what he craved now, only that he needed it. He sucked Stercomaster's asshole even more hungrily.
Stercomaster chuckled, patting his ass mockingly. “Hold on, pig. The best meal’s coming soon.”
