KingLouisXIII

"Wait Caleb you're into that stuff?!” "I knew you'd be grossed out.” "No, I mean, it's unexpected really. I personally don't have that fetish but I'm not gonna discriminate against you for it. We're both gay so what's the point? We need to stick together you know." "Thanks for being so accepting, it really means a lot." "Hey don't sweat it man, but hey you've moved into the big city now. And there's a place that'll be perfect for you." Perfect? What does he mean by..? *15 mins later* "We're here!" "Max, where are we?" I've never been to this side of town before, considering that I just moved here. I looked at the sign on the window, "HotBox Cafe? Max..." " Don't let the name fool you Caleb, this place is a godsend." Max grabbed me by the hand and forcefully led me into this dodgy looking place. God it's bright in her- JESUS CHRIST THAT SMELL!! It smelled like the mustiest high school locker room ever, with a hint of a fresh bakery. Even still, why is this

CONTAINS: male on male farting, facesitting, objectification/forniphilia, non con, humiliation, (brief) scat mention ——————————————————————— A week after the previous events, the spoiled and rich passenger was boarding the flight home. He specifically booked the plane he remembered Cory working on. Easy to say, he had big plans for the weak flight attendant. He saw him as he boarded the plane. He put on a smug smile and waved to him. “Hello again! I’d like the same seat as last time.” Cory did a double take. Realizing this actually was the same guy who had taken him as a cushion last time, his face paled a shade. “Very well. Will you need pillows or anything?” He asked, as his job required. He wanted to pretend the events of last week never happened. He led the passenger to the same seat as before while the man was speaking. ”Yeah I’ll need some pillows this time. I’m looking to relax in my seat.” He put away his phone he’d been holding when he boarded, then stopped walking as he was now at his old seat. Cory left and came back with the same uncomfortable pillows from before that he absolutely hated. “Here you are, sir.” He took the pillows and looked at them in disgust. Sighed. He settled back in the seat, using the uncomfortable pillows. He looked back at Cory, who didn’t miss the smug grin. “So… Do you remember me from last time by any chance?” Cory watched him use the pillows before averting his gaze to the man’s face. “Yes. I remember you.” His face was blank; cold. He did not like this man. He resented him for how he was used last time and would like to get away as soon as possible. He smiled with that smug look he always had. “That’s great. I had a really awesome time last flight, so I was hoping to use your face as a pillow once again.” He settled himself into his chair and shot Cory a look; he expected him to just get onto his knees and be ready to get into position for him. He immediately backed away from his, staying right on his feet. “I’m afraid you will not be allowed to do that this time, sir.” He was trying to sound professional, holding onto his customer service voice for dear life. He didn’t need a superior seeing him raising his voice or flipping off a passenger. He gave an angry look before starting to complain. “What the hell?! You know I like using your face as a cushion. I’m just going to force it if you won’t let me use you willingly.” He was starting to care less about being fired, caring more about avoiding the man. “No,” he said sternly. He stayed in place so the passenger couldn’t sit on him. “Come on, really?! I came all this way just to use you as my personal pillow. I already paid the damn ticket, so just let me use your face!” He tried grabbing onto Cory’s arm so he could force him into the seat. His eyes widened. “Your only reason for getting on the flight was so you could sit on me??” He nodded and smirked. “Of course. Why else would I book this plane? I think you make a perfect pillow and I’m not going to allow you to deny me that.” Cory didn’t take kindly to being referred to this way. Maybe it was stupid, but he would risk getting fired just to defy this brat of a passenger. After all, what kind of a freak wanted to sit on something, use a person as an object for their pleasure? He cussed the man out. He shouted, made a scene. He just didn’t care anymore. The man argued too, and it wasn’t long before they both had the attention of everyone on board. This led to one of Cory’s superiors noticing what was happening and walking over. She fired him on the spot. He begged for her not to, but she wouldn’t listen and instead walked back to her station. The passenger was amused by what just took place. “Looks like someone decided to fire you for me. Now I can have my pillow to myself.” He grabbed Cory’s arm as he stood, yanking him roughly into the aisle. “Come along, my personal pillow.” Cory blinked in surprise, then remembered himself. “Hey! What are you doing?!” He dug his heels into the ground, trying to prevent the man from dragging him along but failing. Cory was weak, and while this man wasn’t very strong, he had height on his side. “What, are you complaining? I got what I wanted. You’re all mine now. I knew this would be a good trip- I have a personal pillow now to keep me comfy wherever I go.” “I- I’m not a fucking pillow!” He shouted as he was dragged off the plane and out into the airport. He wished he’d waited for the plane to actually take off before causing a scene. He wouldn’t be in this situation had he kept his temper in check. The passenger on the other hand was enjoying his anger by this point. He still had a firm grip on the ex flight attendant’s arm and showed no sign of letting go soon. It was clear he wouldn’t be able to break free. “Yes you are. Your only purpose now is to allow me to use your face as my own personal cushion.” That led to a string of curses being released from his newly found seat. He shouted at him all during the walk out of the airport, forgetting about his attempts at escaping. He didn’t remember what kind of situation he was in until he arrived at the man’s car; a sleek black Lamborghini, brand new. “Get in,” Cory was shoved roughly into the driver’s side. See, the passenger couldn’t wait to use his new seat and had decided to test him out on the way home. He forced the other man’s body into the small compartment, ensuring his head was resting right on the seat. Then he got into the car and plopped down right onto his face. This would be a long ride for Cory. The ride had started off by Cory thrashing around relentlessly. It had made it nearly impossible for the passenger, Kevin, to drive his car. He didn’t want to be in a car wreck just because of a disobedient seat cushion not staying still. He had shouted a warning and when that didn’t work, he’d kicked him in the crotch with the back of his heel. That made the man listen properly. The ride was spent in silence other than the radio playing. Kevin didn’t see the point in talking to Cory. It would be weird to talk to seat cushions after all. He just focused on the road and on his tunes. Meanwhile Cory was back in Hell, or so it felt. His vision was overwhelmed by blackness; the ass of the other man covered his whole face up to his ears, so there was no chance of him seeing anything. He couldn’t talk either, since it was too muffled by the ass on his face. And all he could smell was ass, and it wasn’t pleasant. He felt every shift Kevin made in this seat, every turn or subtle bounce. He was vaguely aware of the music blasting from the radio, but hearing was difficult when an ass was overwhelming most of his senses. He just focused on how much time was passing, wishing this would be over with soon. As Kevin turned onto the highway, he felt a sudden discomfort in his guts. His stomach did an awkward lurch, and he knew what was coming. Without seeing much of a reason to bother holding it in, he released the gas that had steadily been building up in his stomach. The foulest odor Cory had ever had the displeasure of smelling assaulted his nose. It was worse than the regular stench of ass, sweat included. The expulsion brought an uncomfortable warmth to the area around the anus, which hugged his nose tightly. It made him cough, going unnoticed by the man who was selfishly sitting on him. The farts kept coming, and there was no escape. He tried to endure them, but each one had him gagging or coughing. Kevin acknowledged him slightly, or at least seemed to as he bounced around in his seat or would sometimes grind into his face to rub the smell in more. After a few hours of this, though, the car parked in front of Kevin’s home. Kevin unbuckled and stretched, causing a long, loud fart to be released from his behind. It forced its way right into Cory’s nose, making his cough once again. Then Kevin was getting up, dragging a barely conscious Cory into his house and then his bedroom. He set Cory down on his bed since the guy was too exhausted to try running off. Then he removed his shirt and grabbed a piece of rope before sitting right back on Cory’s face. He wiggled his ass around to ensure he was comfortable, and then he took the rope, trying the man’s head securely to his ass. The other man was so exhausted, he just groaned in disgust but didn’t move. “There we go. That’s a good pillow. Now stay there while I fall asleep.” He laid down and pulled him directly under him. As if it couldn’t get worse, he ignored the man under him. Whining came from under the covers, but that got ignored too. Then, he fell asleep, forcing Cory to stay under his ass all night long.

Cory was working as a flight attendant on a very busy 12 hour flight. He overlooked the passengers boarding the plane, helped secure luggage, directed passengers to their seats, and tried not to lose his patience when one lady spilled her drink all over the aisle. He forced a smile and sent her on her way, saying he’d clean it up. When she turned her back, his face twisted into an irritated scowl. He rushed to the back of the to steal a few paper towels from the restroom. It was thankfully empty, so he scurried off to wipe down the wet floor. He disposed of the dirty paper towels and was heading back to the front of the plane when he was stopped by another passenger a few seats away from the restroom. The man snapped his fingers at him. “Hey you, bring me more pillows.” To Cory’s hesitation he snapped once more. “Well?” He questioned with a piercing glare. Cory blinked. Sighed softly. “Sorry.” He walked off to retrieve the pillows, getting out of there quickly to hide his irritation. He was almost done and could have gone to sit down, but no of course not. Someone else had to needed something right then. He snatched a spare pillow and returned to the passenger who shot him an annoyed glance. Rather than taking the pillow, he stood and made room for it to be placed on his seat. Cory did just that and watched the man sink down into the pillow. He did not go far. These pillows were notoriously flat and uncomfortable. Cory watched as this passenger kept shifting and adjusting the position of the pillow. “Still not comfortable,” he grunted and threw the pillow off the seat, discarding it like an opened candy wrapper. “I need comfortable pillows. These hard sacks you call pillows won’t cut it.” Cory was a timid young man. He preferred to avoid conflict and maintain as much peace as possible. Arguing was never something he enjoyed. He shyly tried to explain why he’d be unable to retrieve new pillows for this passenger. “I- I’m sorry, sir, but these are the only types of pillows we have. There is really nothing else you can sit on…” “So you’re telling me that you have no other pillows on this plane? Absolutely none at all?” He raised his voice and crossed his arms while leaning back against his seat. His condescending look told Cory he was the reason he was miserable on this flight. Cory winced. “Yes…” The passenger would need to get creative. “Fine. Give me your jacket.” “My jacket?” “Yes,” he replied, annoyance lacing his words at the flight attendant’s hesitation, “give me. Your. Jacket.” He handed over his jacket and watched as it was wrenched away to be placed upon the seat. “If this doesn’t work it’s your fault.” The passenger glared daggers at Cory while sitting down. He picked at the hem of the jacket and groaned. Then he sat up straight and fixed his gaze back onto Cory. “Give me something else.” He frowned. “Sir… there is nothing else I can give you.” He stared at his jacket. The passenger was still seated on it. He rolled his eyes. “There has to be something else on this plane that I can sit on. You can’t not give me something. That’s bad customer service!” “I-I’m sorry, sir, but there really is nothing!” The passenger groaned. Then, his gaze lit up when a sudden idea crossed his mind. “I know! Why haven’t you offered me your lap? There’s nothing more comfortable than sitting on someone’s lap, right?” “What?” Cory stared and felt the sudden warmth invading his cheeks. “Sir, I don’t think you can do that…” “It’ll be fine. You’ll just have to sit still. You shouldn’t move at all.” The passenger was convinced he could use him as a cushion. “But-“ “No buts. I’m sitting on you for the rest of the flight,” he interrupted Cory in a demanding tone. He gulped. “Very well then…” he looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then as the passenger stood, Cory walked over and sat down in his chair. He grunted as the weight of this other man settled across his lap. The passenger settled into a comfortable sitting position on the flight attendant after a bit of adjusting. He laid back in his seat so that the smaller man’s upper body and most of his face was covered by his back, making the man whimper as he felt smushed against the chair. He said nothing else to Cory. He was oblivious to his discomfort and was treating him like his own personal cushion. He ignored him, not even really seeing him as a person in the moment. With this man’s ass pressed against his lap, it rubbed against his bulge uncomfortably. He squirmed a little from under him, this going unnoticed by the passenger. He didn’t acknowledge his seat anymore, now scrolling through his phone. The thing about this passenger was that his father was a billionaire. This young man had never had to work for anything in his life. He was spoiled to an astronomical degree. He would walk all over anyone to get whatever he wanted. It was no difference in this case where he’d quickly reduced an ordinary human to a cushion for his ass. After a few minutes Cory whined. “Sir… Can you please get off of me?” The passenger rolled his eyes. “No.” He spoke as if Cory were a dog trying to obey his master. “Please. Surely there I something more comfortable you can sit on-“ He shook his head without looking at him. His attention soon turned back to his phone. But Cory’s whining wasn’t finished. He whimpered when he was ignored by you. “Please please just sit on something else.” Then the man turned his head back around to glance at you. An irritated scowl crossed his features. He felt Cory squirming under him; he didn’t appreciate it. “No. I’m sitting on you and there is nothing you can do about it. Stop your damn whining.” This statement fell on deaf ears as Cory continued pleading with the man to get off. His squirming had continued, and he was doing it hard enough that he’d made himself slide down in the seat. His hips were positioned closer to the center of the seat now. The passenger rolled his eyes. Scooted back in his seat. The heavy weight of his ass pressed directly on Cory’s hips instead of his lap. It even felt more comfortable to use his hips as a cushion. “There, is that better? Now be quiet and stop moving.” He went back to ignoring him. Yet Cory was in more discomfort than he had been before. The weight being positioned over his hips left an uncomfortable strain on the rest of his lower body, and plus now your ass was crushing his bulge more directly. His squirming continued. Meanwhile the other man tried to get more comfortable by wiggling around and leaning back further, causing the shorter man’s face to be squished against his back. He did not care for the discomfort experienced by his newfound seat. His wiggling caused his cushion to slide down a little lower; now part of his stomach was resting on the seat. He finally looked back at him. He was quite annoyed that his comfort was being ruined. He turned his attention back to his phone and tried to ignore his cushion. His hands were placed under himself as he lifted up, pushing himself up further in his spot. This proved to be the wrong move. By placing his weight on Cory’s lower stomach, he’d completely pulled him down. He could not stay balanced in such an awkward position. His entire body slid down until it was the back of his head resting against the seat and he was looking up with a dazed expression on his face. The passenger was confused as this movement forced him off of his seat. He turned around and took notice of how the flight attendant was positioned. Silence passed for a moment. He smiled. “Oh perfect,” he spoke in a smug tone. Cory was confused, but then he noticed the man turn around, his black hair facing him once more. As well as his ass. It was descending. “H-hey wait! Don’t-“ He was cut off by the ass plopping down on his face. “I will use your face as a pillow if I want to.” He paused. Sneered. “Nothing you can do about it anyway.” He settled down on his new cushion’s face, getting as comfortable as possible. He was quick to discover this was much more comfortable than how he’d been previously seated. His full weight bore down on Cory’s face, who was struggling to breathe and had muffled a complaint. The passenger was fully ignoring him though; he leaned back all the way in his seat and scooted further up, his ass now being repositioned so his cushion’s nose went right in his crack. He stretched out, enjoying his new spot. He settled down and got out his phone and earbuds. He started up a movie all while sitting there. With his nose trapped in this area, Cory was no longer just struggling to breathe. He was now having to deal with the sweat of a heavy man who’d been sitting on him for two hours now. Only two out of a 12 hour flight… With the movie playing the passenger now completely ignored Cory. He didn’t exist to him anymore as he was just a cushion for him to sit on. He felt he was treating him as he should be, and by now he’d stopped viewing him as a person to begin with. He took no notice of Cory’s struggles beneath him and he didn’t bother to provide him with air either. Cushions don’t need to breathe. His refusal to provide his cushion with air resulted in him passing out under his sweat-soaked ass. He’d been unconscious for a few hours and during that time he’d been continuously treated as a cushion. The passenger had stayed seated on him and now didn’t budge even when he’d woken up. He was just leaning back on his cushion while he texted his friends about hanging out with them when he got back home. When the passenger shifted his spot on his face, Cory noticed that now his asshole was positioned directly over his nose. Gross. The sweaty ass smell was strongest here where his nose was placed right in the center. It was the spot where all the sweat had dripped down and collected. There was no escape, and he began whimpering. Every sound he made fell on deaf ears, muffled under the weight of the ass which felt like it was cracking his skull open. It was surprising none of the other flight attendants had known what was going on, but they were also currently at the back of the plane while most of the flight attendants were busy monitoring the front. The man sitting on him smiled as he saw this, feeling like he truly could get away with sitting on Cory for the entire flight. Only about six hours had passed, so he had a while to go. Luck was not on his side. Someone in front of them had ordered food, and a flight attendant came over to deliver it to them. She was a pretty blonde lady with hips that swayed when she walked. Her breasts were full and threatened to burst out of her uniform. She wore a smile on her face as she served one of the passengers, and she took notice of the other passenger staring at her. She smiled at him, but then she noticed something amiss; he was sitting on a person. The passenger had turned back to his phone, but he was interrupted by this flight attendant approaching. “Sir, can you please get off of him? I don’t think he can breathe under there…” she cringed as she took in the sight of Cory’s face wedged under your ass. Cory had been relieved when he heard this, but he still was not yet saved. “No, I’m comfortable here,” the passenger had said much to his dismay. He put his earbuds back in to ignore this other flight attendant. She paused and watched the scene, and then she gave up. Cory was her least favorite coworker anyway, and if she were being honest he was quite annoying. She felt a bit of satisfaction knowing what kind of situation he was forced to endure. So, she left. Cory realized he wasn’t being saved, and his heart fell at the thought. There was no hope for him. He listened to his only potential savior walk away while the scent of your ass continued to assault his nose. He could breathe more now because you were slouched over, leaving him with a small pocket of air. Air that reeked of ass and sweat. He’d have rather passed out again than be forced to sniff this. He remained there for the rest of the flight. Finally the flight was over with. He’d been treated as a cushion the whole time, never once acknowledged while the passenger sat on his face. He listened as the other passengers got off but his remained seated on him, enjoying his seat until the very last moments. Then, the passenger stretched out and put his earbuds away. He slowly stood up, allowing Cory to see his first bit of light in 12 hours. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he took in the fresh air. And the passenger paid no mind to him. He grabbed his luggage and left the plane, not once looking back. He left with a smug look on his face like nothing had happened.

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