Roman was trying everything in his power to get his boyfriend, Wes, to listen to him, to notice him struggling beneath the prison cell-pants combo he had been stuffed into like two fat cuts of prime jock meat — for the last few hours now, he had been left suspended in the air, feeling lost somewhere between congested and bloated and completely numb, lips puckered closed so tightly that it takes all of his effort to try and open them, willing himself to say a desperate “baby, please do something! This douchebag isn’t you! And I’m not an ass!” but all that comes out when he manages the action of opening his mouth is a hot puff of spicy air, still as rank and foul tasting as it has ever been, pouring out of him and making his new owner, his former boyfriend and current master, giggle like a stupid kid. He takes a big sniff of his stink, smirking cockily at his fat ass, at you; gone is your sweet loving boyfriend, shoved somewhere into that stupid jock brain of his to be forgotten and ignored forever, now content to fart it up and pump iron instead of concerning himself with where his boyfriend has run off to. Ha. The idea that Wes would ever choose a cock over pussy makes the frat bro chuckle, ignoring the whiny bitch voice in his head urging him to snap out of it and try to help Roman.
The vibration of the laughter makes Roman bounce and jiggle, fat cheeks twerking from even the slightest movements. Normally the foul smelling fart would have had them both gagging like he is now within his swollen ass-head, but the new Wes only laughs louder and runs his hands over this thick, meaty globes, proud of the work he’s put into the gym for his dump truck ass and the stench he can produce from it, his nasty bubble butt makes all his bros crack up, and it never fails to offer him the rankest farts. He props a leg up on the counter after hearing the weak little hiss for air leave his asshole, wanting to be reminded just how loud his shit trumpet can really be; later he’ll go pussy hunting and find a warm cunt to plunge his tongue into, but for now just sending a fart video to his best bros is amusing enough. It’s the funniest thing ever:
Roman will have a lifetime of learning his place anyway, especially since the new and improved Wes already feels some fat protein turds building up in his gut right now, ready to be pushed out of his tight, smelly jock asshole. Formerly the love of his life.
He’ll have to send his bros a pic of his fat shit once he gets finished. LOL.
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