A Stronger Smell
Adam, the second hunky bodyguard to be interviewed, opened the door and immediately, he was blasted by warm thick air. Almost immediately, his nose twitched. A faint, musky odor lingered—a stale stench that clung to the back of his throat. It wasn’t overpowering, not yet, but it was unmistakable. The scent of sweat, of something deeper, earthier. This kind of smell was only expected in public toilets. But the hunk quickly adjusted and saw the man in suits sitting leasurly on his chair
Stercomaster sized the second bodyguard pleased as he approached. He's a ruggedly sexy hunk, with a similar huge statur as Billy and broad shoulders with brown short spiked up hair and hazel eyes. His well-exercised chest was bulging under his shirt that couldn't cover the whole picture of his sexy tattoos. Across his upper back, a bold mythical tattoo sprawls across his shoulder blade, its dark lines contrasting sharply with his tanned skin. His right arm boasts an extensive sleeve tattoo that coils around his bicep and extends to his shoulder, blending intricate swirling details that amplify his edgy allure. The sculpted contours of his arm – from the bulging bicep to the taut triceps – highlight raw strength, making the tattoos feel even more provocative against the backdrop of his toned, sun-kissed skin. Another tribal tatoor on his lower back that extended down to his buttocks waited for exploration.
"Please take a seat, Adam." Stercomaster’s voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, as he gestured toward the chair across from him. His lips curled into a warm smile, but his dark eyes held a glint of amusement, as if he were privy to a a plot Adam didn’t yet understand. The air was thick with a musky, organic scent—a blend of sweat, socks, and something far more primal.
Adam hesitated for only a second before sitting, the leather creaking softly beneath him. The moment he settled, the smell intensified—a pungent, earthy stink with an oppressive warmth radiating from across the table. Every so often, a fresh wave of foulness rolled over him, mixing with the stale odor already hanging in the air. "Did the air just get heavier?" The hunky bodyguard thought.
The first few minutes of conversation passed normally. Stercomaster spoke in smooth, measured tones, his voice deep resonant, and hypnotic. Adam nodded along, trying to focus despite the growing discomfort in his nostrils and his senses were slowly being overtaken. The smell grew denser, more pungent—like rotting eggs left in damp heat.
Then, without warning, a more vile fresh wave hit him. Adam’s stomach lurched as the stench stabbed into his sinuses—sharp, acidic, a noxious blend of decay and shit. The bodyguard's vision swam for a moment, his lungs seizing as if the air itself had turned to poison. For a second he thought he might actually pass out. Before he could stop himself, he blurted with his strained voice: "What’s that smell?!"
Stercomaster’s smile widened. "Oh, that’s just Billy eating my shit." He pouted his lips downward in mock , as if discussing nothing more scandalous.
"What?"Adam blinked, his mind struggling to process the words. Confused and unsettled, he dropped to a crouch beside the table. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he looked beneath its shadowed underside. Adam’s breath caught.
There, lied on his back, was a man—Billy. His broad, muscular back glistened with sweat, every defined ridge of his physique evidence of rigorous training. But his posture and raging dick showed how submissive he was now. His face buried where it shouldn’t be.
Billy's broad shoulders flexing as he sucked. His sweat-slick skin shivered in pure lust. His face was buried between Stercomaster’s thighs, lips sealed around the source of that godawful stench.
Adam’s stomach twisted. He should have looked away. He wanted to look away. But he didn’t.
A morbid curiosity gripped him. What did the guy's asshole taste like? The thought slithered into his mind unbidden, sending a jolt of disgust—and something else—through him. It's a traitorous flicker of curiosity that sparked in his mind.
Adam's jaw dropped when he saw Stercomaster raised up his ass a bit and Billy lied down. A thick, brown log stretched from between Stercomaster’s cheeks, its tapered end still resting on Billy’s tongue.
The man chewed slowly, deliberately, his throat working as he chewede and swallowed. A wet squelch filled the air as he swallowed, his throat bobbing. A metallic clink sounded as Stercomaster tugged a leash connected to a collar around Billy’s neck.
"What the hell is this?!" Adam’s voice was raw, his pulse hammering in his ears. What he saw in completely beyond his horror and imagination.
Stercomaster’s smile widened. He reached down, wrapping his fingers around the leather leash. With a sharp tug, Billy rose to his feet, the half-eaten turd still smeared across his lips and shit juice dripped down his chins.
"As you can see, Billy’s has been worshipping my hole from the moment you walked in. He’s such a hungry little rimmer, I couldn’t help stuffing him full." Stercomaster said with darkened smirk, " That, I think, is the smell you're asking."
Adam felt the stench in the room thickened, a suffocating fog of filth. His skin prickled with dread. He wanted to say something but his voice was barely a breath, yet his eyes was locked on Billy's chewing mouth. The turd looked so hot and delicious.
" Tell him, piggie, do you like my turd?"
" Yes, Master!" Billy answered proudly as he swallowed the whole portion of his Master's communion and licked his lips.
"What the fuck happened to him?" Adam stammered, heart pounding. He remembered talking to Billy before in the waiting room just outside, and he could never imagine how degraded this hunky man became.
"What happened to him," Stercomaster grinned, "is exactly what’s going to happen to you."
On that note, Billy suddenly lunged to Adam, his foul shitty breath hit Adam's nose. Almost instinctively, the bodyguard took a deep breath. He was caught off guard when Billy clamped him and pushed him to the ground. Billy’s fingers grabbed him like iron clamps, dragging him backward with terrifying ease. With a brutal shove, Billy forced Adam down, pinning his wrists down. The rough floor bit into his skin, a sharp contrast to the feverish heat radiating from Billy’s body.
When Adam realized what happened, he was lying on the ground with the brawny bull weighing all on his body and chocking his throat. All Adam could focus on was the suffocating grip around his throat. His pulse hammered in his ears as he clawed desperately at Billy’s hands.
“S-stop—!” Adam choked out and flailed under Billy , his voice strangled. His legs kicked wildly, his boots scuffing. He tried to pull the beef off him. But Billy was faster, holding his hands down firmly.
“Struggle all you want,” Billy murmured, his breath hot against Adam’s ear. “But you’re only making it harder on yourself. It'll all be over soon. And you'll enjoy this like I did."
Adam’s chest heaved as he fought, his muscles burning with exertion. Both bodyguards were as strong as draft horses, but Adam was fighting half-heartedly, even without himself realizing it.
To his desperation, Adam saw Stercomaster dropping his pants and walking towards him. Billy shifted, swinging one leg over Adam’s lap as Stercomaster sat his ass directly over Adam’s face. Adam struggled in despair as he saw the ass descending towards him. The asshole, that was licked half clean by Billy, gaped invitingly with much dried shit and droplets of Billy's saliva still sticking on the asscrack. The shadow of Stercomaster's ass grew larger till the ass finally landed on Adam's contorted face. The thick, musky stench of sweat and unwashed ass hit the bodyguard like a physical blow. Adam gagged, his stomach lurching as he twisted his head away.
“Ngh—fuck! Get off—!” Adam winced at the stink, desperately tried to turn his head away from Stercomaster ass, but it was no use. His nose was pressed right against the man's sweaty shitty hole, and his cheeks were clenched tightly around Adam's face. Adam knew his face must be now rubbed with the guy's shit now, but somehow his cock sprang right up to attention.
Stercomaster's laughter was low, darkly amused. He ground his ass harder against Adam’s nose, the heat of his body overwhelming. “Breathe it in, pretty boy,” he taunted, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “You’re gonna learn to love this.”
By the feeling on his nose, Adam knew Stercomaster's hole started to open, he fought stronger, horrified by what is coming. Adam’s nostrils flared as the rancid and pungent scent invaded his senses. His throat convulsed in revulsion, but beneath the disgust, the bodyguard felt something else flickered. A traitorous warmth pooling low in his groins. His cock twitched in his pants, not following through him. "No. No, no, no—" Adam tried to fight mentally, and even stronger physically, but Billy's hold on him was fest.
Stercomaster's smirk widened as he felt Adam’s body respond. “See? Your body knows what it wants.” Then, with a soft, wet sound, Stercomaster's hole relaxed—and the first rancid fart seeped out.
It was silent but vile, a thick, swampy miasma that clung to the air like a living thing. Adam’s eyes watered as the stench coiled into his lungs, heavy with the promise of something more. His stomach churned. He thought he was going to be sick, but to his surprise, he wasn't hating this. His head lolled back against the floor, his breath coming in shallow, shuddering gasps. The smell was everywhere, filling his skull, fogging his thoughts. It was wrong—so fucking wrong—but his body didn’t care. His cock strained against his jeans, aching and leaking. The smell was pleasant, enjoyable, fogging his fighting mind. Inexplicably, his muscles loosened. The fight drained out of him. He rested back.
Stercomaster chuckled, shifting his weight to press his huge ass even tighter against Adam’s face. He shifted his himself, locating his asshole again right on Adam's nose, subduing the man's fight. “That’s it,” he said. “Let my fart take you. Let it own you.” Both Stercomaster and Billy laughed loudly as they saw a large tent formed in Adam's pants.
Billy slapped on the raging pole: " Master, I think he likes it!"
Adam moaned in humiliation and his nose received the second swampy fart from Stercomaster. The fart bubbled out fast and quick, hotter and wetter this time.
"Breath it all in.. Feel your mind going enticed…. Feel yourself getting more and more hungry… you are drifting deeper and deeper. It's good to obey me. Submit to my farts. Let the stink flow into your mind. It's delicious. It makes you so horny." Stercomaster seduced the hunky bodyguard as Billy continued playing with Adam's dick through his pants. A dark, wet spot spread across Adam's crotch.
Adam whimpered. His mind screamed at him to run, to fight, but his body was melting, sinking deeper into the haze. He felt Billy released his hold him to focus on playing with his dick.
"Move. Move, you idiot!" Aam screamed in his own mind silently. This is disgusting on every level imaginable. But he couldn't control himself. The stink overrode his sensible rational judgement. The bodyguard's hands made moved weakly towards Stercomaster's thighs, making limp attempts to pushing the brute sitting firmly on his face away.
But before he could muster more strength, Billy tore open his pants with inhuman force. Adam's large 8 inch dick imemdiately jumped out, it's head oozing out copious precum, calling for attention that was immediately satisfied by Billy's warm sucking mouth.
Adam moaned deeply in Stercomaster's asshole when he felt his dick slid down Billy's throat. His pushing hands wrapped around Stercomaster's muscle-bloated thighs as he tried to bury deeper.
But to Adam's disappointment, Stercomaster suddenly stood up and looked mockingly at him. “Tsk. Thought you could escape? Tell me, pig, do you want my ass?”
Adam felt utterly humiliated. The whole room was silent except Billy's loud sucking of his dick that sent waves of pleasure through him. He looked at the forest around the hulking man's shitty hole and bit his teeth but words betrayed his lustful thoughts: "Yes…"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I want your ass, Sir!" Adam felt defeated. His brain short-circuited by his lust for more stink. The sensation of smelling the fart was mind-numbing. The depraved desire was relentlessly growing in the hunk's mind. "PLEASE, Sir, sit on my face again!!"
“Pathetic.” Stercomaster laughed, low and victorious. He squatetd down again. His hand fisted in Adam’s hair, yanking him backward. His massive body pressed against him, his ass slamming over Adam’s face again—and this time, the fart that ripped out was deeper, longer, a guttural expulsion of pure filth.
Adam’s body locked up, his spine arching as the stench flooded his senses. His eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. The world narrowed to the heat of Stercomaster's ass, the musk, the power of it.
“You’re made for this, Adam. Made to worship my ass.” Stercomaster then took Adam's hands and directed them onto his dick and balls.
Adam felt so strange to touch a cock that wasn't his, but he was desperate to explore his Master's large dick and balls. Adam’s resistance was crumbling. His tongue darted out before he could stop himself, lapping at the sweat-slick rim of Stercomaster's shit hole. The taste was bitter, malodorous, perfect. His left squeezed Stercomaster's large dickhead and thrusted, just like how he jerked his own dick off and his right hand was massaging his Master's musky balls.
"Oh, Master, you are huge!" Adam sighed in-between his loud licking of the asscrack.
Stercomaster kept on farting, keeping Adam from getting any sobriety. His fart was the entire fuel of Adam's desires now. Stercomaster knew deep inside that the bodyguard had tried, if not successfully, to resist the hunger.
Adam's mind went feverishly thirsty for the man's musk, his foggy eyes filled with lust, whiffing the delicious ass gas and lapping his tongue on the hot rancid hole. He could literally taste the man's fart in his mouth. His 8-inch length pulsed vividly in Billy's mouth. Despite the mind-blowing pleasure and the extreme need to cum, Adam just couldn’t go over the edge. He musnt't cum without the order from Stercomaster. The bodyguard knew he must serve his Master well to be permitted to cum.
Stercomaster groaned, his fingers tightening in Adam’s hair. “Yeah, that’s it. Lick. You're a fucking natural ass licker!”
Then Adam felt it. The pressure. Stercomaster's hole twitched, stretched and the first thick, musky log pressed against his lips. His mind screamed. It's another level of humiliation to eat another man's shit fresh from his asshole.
But his tongue already felt the tip of the turd. And the tangy taste overpowered his tastebuds. The bodyguard pulled back a bit to watch Stercomaster's shit hole expanding to accommodate the coming cock-sized log. Stercomaster's asslips are thick. Adam couldn't help but give a few more kiss of worships of his Master's asslips as the giant log was inching its way out of the asshole.
The stench hit Adam first—a thick, greasy reek of decayed shit, clinging to the back of his throat like tar. Then the shit slid onto his tongue, heavy and warm. The earthy and rotten flavor was overpowering and addicting. Drooling heavily, the straight hunk sucked on the turd like it's a real dick, like how his dick was now sucked by Billy. Adam’s cock throbbed to its biggest hardness in Billy's mouth. His hips jerking helplessly as he sucked the rancid turd deeper, his throat working around the intrusion. The flavor became worse as the shit broke down in his mouth.
Soon the hefty bodyguard had a mouthful of tasty lumpy shit. He was humping Billy's mouth harder and harder as he sucked away Stercomaster's scalding sewage. Chewing, savoring, sucking, and swallowing. The command looped in his skull, a mantra of degradation.
"Look at you, get off on another man's filthy shit," Stercomaster purred, gripping Adam’s hair to tilt his head back. "Open wider! Take it all!"
Adam obeyed, his lips stretching around Stercomaster's asslips and was bestowed another viscous acidic mouthful. The texture was clotted, and the putrid smell coiled in his sinuses.
Stercomaster continued shitting steadily. Tons of the gritty, clumpy and suffocating shit rained down into Adam's mouth and face. Chunks of half-digested stool coated the inside of his mouth and lodged between his molars.
Stercomaster suddenly stood up. Adam felt immediately a sense of emptiness. The smooth glistening sheen of one well oiled log still protruded out of his mouth.
Then Billy loomed over and his mouth crashed into Adam's. Adam moaned and wrapped his arms around Billy's shoulders and neck, pressing his soft yet sturdy lips against Billy's and started a shitty passionate kiss.
Billy returned the favor, wrapping his arms around Adam, slamming him against the floor. His head tilted enough for their mouths to fit better against each other. The kiss was filthy and possessive. Billy's tongue claimed every shit-coated inch of Adam’s mouth. Both bodyguards moaned loudly on perverting in their Master's arsedung. Their burps smelled like the same filthy.
Billy's head tilted back a little, allowing both of them to gasp in a deep breath of Stercomaster's shit smell before locking into another wet passionate kiss.
Stercomaster smiled satisfied watching the two horny brutes perverting in his shit. Adam's dick was beet red. Stercomaster gave the brute's dick a long kiss. He then gestured Billy to stand up and resumed sitting on Adam's face, finally allowing the honry hunk to cum: "Pig, now show me the depth of your devotion!"
Adam growled loudly in Stercomaster's warm hairy asscrack as ropes of sperm shot out of his dick. The pent-up explosion of the pleasure was like a white-hot detonation. His brawny body spasmed as the violent orgasm ripped through him, ruining last traces hidden in his mind.
Minutes later, when Stercomaster finally pulled away, Adam was a wreck—slumped on the ground, face beet-red, his crotch drenched in cum, his dick still twitching pathetically. The shitty stench that still filled the room only served to increase the grip of the bodyguards.
