gaybuttboy: Happy Easter - Returning HomeWarnings: Farting, Family, Torture, Non-Consensual Bef
gaybuttboy: Happy Easter - Returning HomeWarnings: Farting, Family, Torture, Non-Consensual Before you start I just wanted to give a big thank you to @dch33100. He’s given me several ideas and this is one of the few. Hope you enjoy you fart sluts. It’s been a while since you’ve made the drive back to your home town. You made it a point to rarely come out here. You didn’t really fit in, that’s why you moved to the big city. You were more of a guy who worked in an office building instead of being a farmhand and shoveling shit all day. Your family gives you shit for leaving them all the time, but you figured it was Easter, might as well come home and have family dinner. Your family treated Easter like they did Thanksgiving. Big family get togethers and making sure that there was enough food to feed an army. You never did the Easter egg hunts or baskets, so when everyone goes crazy about it work it confuses you. When you drive through the little town, you quickly notice nothing has changed. Mrs. Goodrich still had her pharmacy on Main St. Mr. Gilliand still had his gas station shitty gas station. And when you started to pull into the long driveway, the large number of cars were still the same. Primarily oversized pickup trucks. You park your puny Prius behind the huge red truck. You steady yourself to deal with the bullshit that you will definitely have to deal with. You purposely left your boyfriend at home because you didn’t want him to get in the crossfire of your nuclear family. You also haven’t told your family that you have a boyfriend, or that your gay, but what they know can’t hurt them. You’re just hoping your family just doesn’t get too drunk like they did last time. You get out the car with the pasta salad you made and enter the front door. “I’m home bitches!” You yell out and everyone turns and looks at you. You get a whole bunch of heys and what do you knows as you put the food down into the kitchen. You kiss your grandma on the cheek and do the same to your mom. Your dad gives you a warm pat on the back and he lets you know that the boys are out back. You go out the back door and you can see your cousins Jimmy, Jack, and Jeff throwing a baseball back and forth. They’ve really sprouted since the last time you’ve seen them. Sprouted may have been putting it lightly. They’re fucking buff and look like they could throw you across the farm. You’re a few years older but they’re relatively the same age. Jimmy’s the youngest at 16, Jack is 18, and Jeff is 19. “Yooo!” Jeff yells out. “City boy’s ‘ere!” “City boy!” Jimmy yells as well. You wince as they call you city boy, but let’s be honest you’ve been called worse. “Hey guys.” You wave nervously. “We’re playin’ catch, wanna join?” Jack asks. “Oh, you guys know I’m no good at catch.” “Whatever, you just think your betta than us cause you live in the city now.” Jeff throws the ball back Jimmy. “That’s not what I’m saying.” And it’d seems the bickering has already started. “Whateva.” Jeff brushes you off. “Boys!” Aunt Shelly yells out and you all take it as a sign that we need to help get the table set. “We otta show city boy the project later.” Jack mentions to Jeff and he agrees. You aren’t sure what the project could be, but it may be another one of those hangout spots that your dad and uncle built with you and the others when you were all younger. Dinner actually goes fine. Grandma of course asked when I’ll be bringing home a girl to meet the family and I artfully dodged the question. They talked about how Jimmy’s doing in high school and how he’s probably going to be on varsity for some sport. You weren’t really paying attention. After you and your cousins wash up the dishes, they are adamant they show you the “project”. You of course follow them into the wooded area behind your parent’s property. You get pretty deep in when you see what you can only assume is their project. It almost looks like one of those paintball buildings that you guys made when you all were younger, but bigger. “You guys made this?” “What, think us country boys can’t do it?” Jeff eggs. “You do remember I grew up here, too right?” Jeff ignores it and goes through the door to the small building. Jimmy and Jack follow him and you decide to follow as well. You have to admit it does look really good inside. They want to go as far as putting a rug and an old couch in here too. “This is awesome.” You’re admiring their work when Jimmy kicks your feet from under you. You fall and Jack grabs your arms and holds you down against the rough wooding. Jimmy quickly holds down your legs. “What are you guys doing?” You’re winded, but you have enough strength to try fighting. It’s not much use though, they have the weight advantage on you. “This is how we see it city boy. You ditched us, cause you figure you’re betta than us.” Jeff says as he starts messing with his belt buckle. “That’s not true.” You say as you look upwards at Jeff. “Doesn’t matta, we’re gonna show you we’re betta.” Jack says from your hands. You strain to look at him, but you don’t get much of a look when you notice that Jeff’s bare ass was lowering down on your face. “Whoa, stop man!” You yell out but it’s too late. Jeff’s ass covers your face and you feel your nose wedge into his crack. PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT “Good one bro!” Jimmy chimes in from your feet. You breathe the tainted air and struggle to get away. “Fuck dinners gettin to me boys.” He grinds the bare ass down on your nose. PFFFFFBRBRB PFFFFFFFFT BRBRBRBRTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFTTTT “Jesus Jeff, what’d you eat.” Jack turns his face away from Jeff. “It’s them greens that mom made.” Jeff gyrates his hips as he carries on the conversation like you’re not even under his ass. “That’s not even the worse of it.” You whine lowly in the back of your throat at his revelation. “Gonna make this city boy wish he never came back.” The next couple of farts weren’t anything special. “Jimmy, it’s your turn.” Jeff gets off your face and you’re able to take in your first breath of fresh air. Jeff switches places with Jimmy and you watch in horror as your 16-year-old cousin pulls his jeans off. He is sporting a huge boner that only makes you feel inadequate. It doesn’t matter though as he sits down on your face next. His ass somehow smells worse than Jeff’s and he hasn’t even farted yet. “How’s it feel getting owned by your little cousin?” Jimmy asks as he rides your face. “I bet you’re getting off on this. All you city boys love country ass.” PFFT PFFT PFFFFFTT PFFFT “Yeah eat that bitch boy.” He grabs your hair roughly and pulls you back towards the ground and adjusts himself so your nose is poking against his nasty hole. “I betta hear you sniffin’.” PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT “Fuck!” Jeff and Jack say at the same time. “That ain’t nothin’.” PBBRBRBRBRBRB BRRRRTTT “Jesus Jimmy, you betta check to make sure you didn’t just shit on em.” “I didn’ shit on em.” He makes a point but wiping his ass on your face before getting up. “It’s your turn Jack.” “Please, stop, I can’t.” Jimmy slaps you hard. “Shut up! Take it like a man bitch boy.” “He can’t take it like a man, he’s juss a little city boy.” Jack unbuckles his jeans next and he plants his fat ass right on your face. “You’re just a bitch boy, you don’t belong in this family. The only place you belong is under our asses begging for everything we give you. You ain’t even worth the shit that comes out my ass.” PFFFFFFFFTTTT PBRRRBRBRBRBRBR PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT “So, you get our fartin’ asses instead.” “Fuckin’ piece of shit city boy.” Jimmy adds. “You should be thankin’ us for our manliness.” Tears are streaking down your face as you’re finding it harder and harder to breathe. You beg for your release but they continue to ignore you. Jack’s ass keeps releasing fart after fart on your face and you have no choice to breathe in his gas or get no air at all. You figured once Jack was done, they’d release you, but that wasn’t the case. Apparently, Jimmy had more gas to feed you and Jeff wanted you to clean his shitter so he could fuck his girlfriend tonight without having to shower first. Jack was more than happy to jack off and cum on you as his brothers tortured the life out of you. When they finally decided they were done with you, they left you alone in the small building. You take your time to get your bearings and recover before walking to your car. You get in your car and drive off deciding you don’t ever need to come back. I. Need. It. -- source link