GASES
Author: Closet Fetishist

Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart


"It's 'aases'...with two a's."

"Why does it have two a's?"

"I don't know, maybe it's some fancy French shit; who 
really cares?"

"I guess. Anyways, I can't, I gotta work late 
tonight."

"You suck man!"

"Always. Alright, I gotta go; happy birthday once 
again. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"You wouldn't do anything you stupid pussy!"

*click*

Rick hung up before I had finished my angry statement 
but it didn't matter, he had heard it all before; I 
made sure of that. He always had some excuse not to do 
shit but whatever, fuck him.


It was about 8:30 p.m., when I showed up at the strip 
joint. I heard if you go any earlier than that you 
look like a pervert. The logic seemed stupid but 
whatever; I wasn't going to question it. I wore slacks 
and a nice button up shirt as this place had a strict 
dress code. It was the most dressed up I had been in 
years; I was looking sharp and ready to see some tits.

"Hey, how are you?" The man asked at the counter, he 
seemed nice; too nice to work at a strip club.

"Good, good." I said, just a little nervous of what I 
was about to embark upon.

"Just...by yourself?"

"Yup."

"Alright, can I see some I.D.?"

"Sure." I dug around in my pockets for my wallet and 
slipped my driver's license out from its windowed 
holder. "Here you are," I said as I handed him the 
license.

"Okay, Mister...Braden. Oh, 21 today I see! Well 
congratulations."

"Thanks."

He swiped my card through some reader which popped a 
picture of my I.D. on his computer screen.

"So what's with the name?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He said, still concentrating on 
the monitor and tapping away at the keyboard.

"Two a's in asses?"

"Um...I'm quite not sure what you're talking about."

"Outside. The sign. It says...ah forget it, never 
mind."

The guy just nodded and continued his work, whatever 
it was that he doing.

A minute or so later, he finally handed me back my 
card, "Everything looks to be in order; that'll be 
$40."

"$40?!" I said surprised.

"Yup."

I handed over the cash and he let me go in.

"Have a good time," I heard as the door shut behind 
me.

I was in. I was in a strip club. This was an amazing 
feeling, this meant I was a man; an honest to god, 
bitch-loving man. I spotted some open chairs near the 
stage. I walked over and took a seat; this would be a 
great view.

"Hey baby."

I turned to see an incredibly hot chick standing at 
the side of my chair. She was gorgeous, young, and her 
tits were huge and clearly visible in her black 
fishnet dress.

"Hi," I tried to say confidently.

"What's your name?"

"Jeff."

"Well Jeff, I'm Kiera; you looking for a good time?"

"You know I am but, I just got here; I'd like to check 
out a bit of the show first."

"I understand cutie. I'll come back later. I should be 
on stage in a bit if you wanna check me out."

"Of course I do."

She laughed, "Alright, hon." She started to walk away, 
showing me her supremely tight ass.

"Hey Kiera?"

"Yeah sweetie?"

"I'm kinda hungry, do you know what they got in the 
restaurant side?"

"Oh yeah, they got chili dogs and baked beans on the 
side."

"Really? Isn't that a little 'low class' for a place 
like this?"

"Yeah, but, you know, they like to keep it simple."

"Gotcha, thanks."

"No problem handsome."

I couldn't help but stare as she walked away and out 
of sight. She was a knockout. As for the food, I guess 
I'd just go hungry; I didn't really want a chili dog.

"Alright, alright, alright," the D.J. called from his 
booth above the entryway. "It's time to start the 
show. First up we have the lovely...Sherece.

I watched in subtle disappointment as this black chick 
strolled onto the stage. I wasn't racist but I had a 
hard time finding most black girls attractive. 
Watching her dance her little dance and show her stuff 
though, I had a change of heart...Sherece was 
definitely fine. I thought about throwing some cash 
her way but I decided to save for someone I'd really 
enjoy more. God, she was hot though. 

During her performance, I couldn't help but notice an 
extremely unattractive, fat ass dude sitting at the 
edge of the stage, towards the front. I watched him 
throw practically a life savings on the stage for this 
chick. Still, it did get him something as she crossed 
her legs around his head and gave him a nice one on 
one with her pussy. She let him go and he emerged, 
happily inhaling what ever lovely scent she had on her 
crotch. I couldn't help but have a bit of a confused 
look on my face but I shook it off and got ready for 
whoever was next.

The DJ came back on, "That was hot! Wow, wow, wow! I'm 
still sweating! Up next, we have the beautiful Kiera."

Awesome, I thought to myself; a chance to see my lady 
in action. I watched as she slowly strolled out to 
some slow techno song. She played the stage a bit but 
kept coming back to me, even though I hadn't thrown 
any money down. I watched her get on all fours in 
front of me, showing off her ass; acting all innocent 
like. Man, it was almost too much to bear. Then, she 
took a seat on the stage and wiggled her ass; I was so 
turned on. Before she crawled back off stage she 
looked at me and winked; she totally wanted me.

I could barely keep my attention on the next two 
strippers; I was too busy thinking about Kiera. Yeah, 
she was a pole dancer but who cares? She obviously was 
attracted to me and how could she not be? I was one 
good-looking mother fucker.


It was about a half an hour later when Kiera appeared 
again and she was walking right towards me, ignoring 
everyone else. She smiled. I smiled.

"So, what'd ya think of me baby?"

"Oh you were so hot."

She giggled politely, "You're not so bad looking 
yourself, hot stuff."

I smiled.

"You ready to party?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Alright, let's get a room."

"Sounds good."

She took me by the hand and dragged me behind her to 
the next room. It was poorly lit and along the walls 
were a couple of black doors. We entered room number 
two. As I stepped in I noticed a girl already there; 
another stripper but I had not seen her on stage or on 
the floor.

"Jeff, this is Marise, she's gonna join us."

"Sweet!"

Kiera laughed, "I knew you'd be glad."

In the all red lit room it was hard to see anything 
but Marise's all white which corset stood out in the 
darkness. Other than that piece of clothing, however, 
she seemed to be nude on her bottom half.

Marise got up and stood next to Kiera and I went over 
to the couch and took a seat, relaxing.

"So how do you wanna do this?" Kiera asked, looking at 
me.

"Uh...well I think..."

"Not you! Her," Kiera said sternly.

"Um...let us rough this guy up a bit, huh?" She said, 
in a heavy accent that reminded me of Spanish accents 
but more fancy.

"Oh, I like the sound of that," I added excitedly.

Both girls smiled at me as they came closer and closer 
to the couch I was on.

"Take off his pants," Kiera said to Marise.

I watched in awe as the hot, foreign chick came closer 
to me and laid me down. She slowly reached for the 
small latch on my pants and unzipped them all the way 
down. She ran her hand around my crotch area; my 
already erect cock was throbbing. Then, without any 
warning at all, she sat on it, bending it backwards. 
It hurt...bad!

"What are you doing?!" I screamed.

I didn't get an answer, I just saw her smiling face 
look at me before things went dark. I felt a great 
weight on my head; I tried to lift it off but it would 
not move. The object felt soft, like flesh. I felt the 
outline some more finally realizing that it was Kiera, 
sitting on my face!

"Comfy sweetie?" Kiera asked, presumably to me.

I tried to say no but it just sounded like incoherent 
mumbles.

"Glad to hear it because you're in for the time of 
your life hon."

PRRRRPPPPBBBBBB!

I stopped struggling for a second, stunned. Did she 
just fart on me? I didn't have to wait long as the 
putrid stench reached my nostrils. I trashed around 
violently.

"Oh, come on, you know you love it," I heard Kiera 
say, laughing.

I don't know where she came up with that ridiculous 
idea; she was probably just getting her sick kicks.

"I got a nice one Kiera, let me at him," Marise said.

"Okay, hang on...ugh...I got...one...more...good one," 
Kiera said, straining.

BRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH!

Kiera sighed with great relief, "Oh yeah, that was 
just awesome."

Oh god, I thought as I reluctantly inhaled the air 
around me face. This...this would be the end of me; 
the fart was so awful. I fought constantly to get free 
but it was seemingly hopeless.

"My turn, my turn!" Marise said excitedly.

Kiera remained on her perch for many more seconds, 
before finally releasing my head. Marise got off too 
and I rolled off the couch and tried to make a break 
for it but they grabbed me.

"Oh no you don't kiddo, get back here; we're not done 
yet!" Kiera said as I was being chucked back onto the 
couch.

"What the fuck is wrong with you girls?"

No response to that, just Kiera sitting on my lap and 
Marise's bare ass in my face. The smell between her 
cheeks was already potent enough, like she had been 
farting all day.

"How is my ass to be smelling, eh? I've been farting 
all day," she said, laughing.

If you could have seen my face you would have seen my 
eyes rolling at that point.

"Oh my, here is some just for you, you lucky boy."

PRROOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!

"Oh god!" I said, although I'm sure it was completely 
muffled.

"Sniff it all you dirty boy!" She commanded, pulling 
my hair, forcing me deeper into her crack.

My eyes watered as I inhaled the noxious fart that now 
wafted around my face.

"Oop, one more for you"

BRRAAPPPPP!

"Ah, yes, I have good farts, no?"

I struggled and struggled to get free as the fumes 
entered my nose, torturing it even further than it 
already had been.

Finally, I breathed fresh oxygen as Marise got up off 
my face and stared down at me angrily.

"You are a bad sniffer!" She said, slapping me hard 
across the face.

"What the fuck...that fucking hurt, you stupid bitch!"

Kiera called over, she was on all fours on the floor, 
"Hey, shove him up my butt!"

Marise grabbed me, struggling and all, and threw me 
from the couch to the floor. I was weakened by the 
lack of oxygen but I tried to crawl towards the door 
which got me a nice hard kick in the side from Marise. 
She grabbed me in the underarms and dragged me over 
near Kiera. She held my face up against Kiera's ass. 
Kiera split her cheeks, reveling her asshole, and 
Marise forced my head closer, sticking my nose right 
up against it.

BRRRAAAAOOOMMMMPPP!

"Oh, yeah! That was a nice one. Take it all in you 
stupid fuck!"

I screamed out as loud as I could, as the poisonous 
gas seeped into my nostrils. No one seemed to come to 
my rescue.

"You can scream all you like boy! No one can hear 
you...it is just us and our stinking asses and farts," 
Marise said.

Kiera grabbed my head, forcing it even closer to her 
backdoor, if that was even possible; Marise let go of 
me, Kiera obviously had hold of me herself no problem. 
I felt the skin on my nose touch the moist, pulsing 
walls of her asshole. She strained audibly.

PRRROOOOOOBBBBBBBPPPHHHFFF!

Kiera sighed with great relief as my nose was filled 
with her fatal emissions. She held tight, making sure 
I did not budge an inch.

"That one could have put down a horse, I swear to 
god," Kiera said, laughing.

"Kiera, come. Put the shit-head in my ass!" Marise 
said, excitedly.

Kiera quickly spun around and grabbed me. It was at 
this point that I noticed Marise lying on her stomach 
just a few feet away, her naked ass protruding 
predominantly. 

"Please...no...," I begged. I had almost nothing left, 
I could not fight them anymore and I wasn't winning 
when I was anyways.

Kiera ignored me, dragging my near lifeless body 
towards Marise and putting my head right smack on her 
ass before taking her position; sitting on the top of 
my head, forcing me deep into Marise's crack.

"Ah yes, this is just perfect, I like."

PRRROOOOOOOMMMPPPPHHHHH!

Marise didn't even have to strain, she just let go of 
a massive fart like she had been holding it in for me, 
and she probably was.

PPRRRFFFFFF!

Another fart rang out but this one came from the top 
of my head.

"Oops, sorry, I couldn't hold that one in 
and...uh...I...might have...," Kiera proclaimed 
innocently before trailing off.

It didn't matter to me what she was going to say 
there; nothing could make any of this worse.

PRRRAAAMMMMPPP!

Another fart blasted up through my nose, forcing me to 
take in and suffer its unbearable stench. I heard the 
girls laughing and giggling to themselves as I just 
remained there, dying. Time stood still, seconds past 
like minutes, minutes passed like lifetimes. I just 
wanted to be free or dead, and at this point the 
latter seemed better.


Not all that much later, as I felt I was getting 
closer and closer to my final breath, I was released. 
I rolled over onto my back, my eyes watery and fuzzy 
but I saw the two girls standing over me, smiles on 
their faces. They talked but I heard nothing for a 
long while. I felt a sharp kick in my side which 
seemed to return me to my senses.

"Hey you stupid punk! Get the fuck up!" I heard Kiera 
yell.

I slowly rose to a sitting position on the floor 
before I attempted to get onto my feet. I wavered a 
bit but my balance soon steadied.

"Where's the money?"

"What money?" I asked weakly.

"You owe us a $1,000 for that performance of a 
lifetime buddy!"

"Performance? What do you mean? What's going on?"

"Don't play stupid! Just give us the cash!"

I slowly regained my previous demeanor, "I'm not 
paying you bitches! You two took me back here for some 
fun; that farting bullshit was not fun at all."

The two girls looked at each other oddly.

"What?!" I asked angrily

"You know you're at a place called 'Gases' right?" 
Kiera asked.

"'Gases?!' I thought this was 'aases!'" I said 
surprised.

The two girls just laughed out loud.

"Shut up!"

They slowly came out of their laughing fit and Kiera 
continued, "Oh man, sorry but that was just too 
funny."

"Whatever, I'm outta here!"

"Hold on a second there boy!" Kiera called out.

"What?"

"I don't care if you're a fart fan or not, you're 
paying us the $1,000."

"Fuck that! And besides, I don't even have that kind 
of cash on me."

"We'll see about that...Bruce!" Kiera yelled.

I turned to the door to see a large, black dude enter 
the room; obviously a bouncer.

"This guy giving you ladies trouble?" He asked; his 
deep voice very scary yet very kind at the same time.

"He says he doesn't have the funds to pay us."

"Okay, okay, okay!" I said, quickly, scared of what 
Bruce might do to me and I just wanted to get out of 
there now. "Here, here's a credit card. Charge it to 
that."

"Sir, the girls don't take...," Bruce began to say.

"Bruce, it's alright. We'll do it this time, Jimmy 
will take care of it," Kiera said kindly to Bruce 
before turning to me, her face and tone changing now. 
"As for you, you little punk ass! You better get the 
fuck out of here now!"

"No problem, just waiting for you to charge the card 
and I'll be gone for good."

Kiera laughed, "No, you're not. Bruce, take him outta 
here."

"No problem, Miss Kiera."

Bruce, with great strength, picked me up and threw me 
up onto his broad shoulders and carried me out the 
backdoor of the club as I screamed curse words in 
frustration.

    

Gases