Gay fart slave

One man is about to become the slave of a pop sensation. a superhero who fights crime with those bad smells. The people and Digimon get gassed. Fart Torture Interactive Stories allow readers to choose their own path from a variety of options. writers have created thousands of stories!. He'd notice this though and stop farting until I was forced to take in inhale, only to blast my nose with a disgusting fart and hit me hard in the stomach.

Sometimes, he'd grind his ass down against my face, covering my face in ass sweat and grime. Lesley, desperate for money, agreed to be his classmate's slave, but Justin is getting bored with him. Rob--fat, filthy, smelly Rob--happens to have a thing for Les. I had already felt like throwing up from Colin's feet and fart, but now my stomach was really turning. Matt finally stood up, laughing.

I took in a deep breath, my lungs full of his fart. Matt pumped his arm. "First fart on you! There's always more where that came from." Colin laughed and farted again, this one longer than the first one. Once posts are published, you’ll see them here. MFF's site will be available on this day to all members and vistors!.

After the first bit of fun and games Zack had with his office buddies, he finally settled back down in his office and spent the rest of the afternoon at his desk. As if the Fart Gods themselves were having mercy on me, Zack had run out of gas for the time, so I only had to deal with his crushing weight forcing his musky hole against my nose. His skin felt stuck to my own, his hairs tickled at my cheeks and bunched up over my nose.

I hated how badly they made my nose itch. It would make me move around a little to try and scratch it against his asshole. Even if it made the smell seem worse, at least I could scratch the itch. Send him to the hospital. I had nothing to do but wait for the end of the day to meet with Drew and try something, anything, to get out of this stink prison.

Above me, Zack was focused on his work.

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No, as if I were there but doing my job: being his chair. I hated this. It was humiliating and boring to lay under him all day. From my line of vision, I could see the cusps of his butt cheeks, and a bit up his shirt. Then when I was sick of that, I tried counting all the hairs off his ass I could see. Anything to pass the time. Always anticipating another fart, cringing and bracing for those impacts.

Zack stood up, and like always I sucked in the fresh air. His ass funk still stuck to my face, nothing new there. I rolled out from my hammock and stretched a bit before crawling toward him. Nose in my asshole, bitch.

I crawled over and slipped my nose in his crack. He attached my harness to his jock, and tightened it so I could feel his ass cheeks suction over my entire face, again sealing me in deep in the most disgusting part of his body. If Zack had known about this meeting all along, then he knew exactly why I wanted it, and that my goal was to quit this job and somehow get out of my contract.

When we reached the stairwell, I tried pulling back from his ass to speak, to tell him that he should let me out, but my voice was muffled in his cheeks. Come on. It was like Zack was doing everything he could to pit the odds against me. I would have to hold back. I sighed, and crawled up the stairs to the executive floor. Again I had to hear men snorting, holding back their laughs, watching me in the most humiliating and stupid position.

I felt them grinding left right left right with each step. The man he was talking to kept laughing, and it made me tremble with shame. We have things to discuss with him.