So bold of you to assume you are worthy of touching my body in any way… You are a special kind of idiot if you think having a big dick means anything to me. No I made you drive three and a half hours to smell my putrid gas while I rip farts directly in your stupid face. I had a massive birria burrito for lunch so I’ve got some potent oily loud thunderclaps coming your way. I’m gonna fart directly in your face just so you’re clear that I don’t respect you. It’s not even a turn on for me this is just to humiliate you and laugh at just how low you’ll sink for a nice wide jiggly ass. You’re gonna take these bombs right to the face and thank me until I’m board of you… then you’ll lick the bottoms of my sweaty feet clean and then fucking leeeeeave. After a few weeks of this if you’ve proven how depraved and pathetic you are I’ll consider taking the shorts off… mmmph fuck get down here. I feel one movin down the cannon… Mexican food aways boils in my guts. Mmm oh fuck it feels like it’s gonna be a big one. I bet it’s gonna be oily too uhn yeah there it goes keep your mouth open too. Wanna make sure you get the smell AND the taste…HmmnnnNN… PRRAAAATAATPAPA… oh fuck yeah that felt good. Damn it left my asshole slick. Stop coughing and get back in place… I think that one had a twin! Mouth. Open! And where’s my “thank you”?! So ungrateful. That’s why you’re down there tasting the smell of my fucking guts… mmmm god here it comes!
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If I had the actual ass of my stepbrother on my face like that I'd cry 😭😂
Can't believe someone fell for a trick like that! If anyone, especially if they're your mischievous older brother, asks you to lay dawn arms and legs straight-Don't. Do. It!
In this case this guy got pinned just like that, wrapped up, and then forced to be full body immobile all while getting a face full of asshole
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I hate it here! It’s only been a week at this new place but I am done with it already! I came to this place for cheap rent but I can see why now. The housemates are insufferable! I’m stuck here with three ‘bros’ who take the stereotype of being lazy, untidy, smelly, and thoughtless to the absolute extreme. The house is always a smelly mess and they love farting as much as possible. They even have weekly farting competitions! I didn’t think people this gross existed.
Their names are Tom, Zeke and Bobby, but they all call each other by the nicknames: ‘Trumpet’, ‘Sneak’ and ‘Bomb’. Unfortunately for me, I have gotten to know Tom well. Even more unfortunately, I have come to understand why his nickname is ‘Trumpet’.
On my move-in day when I opened the front door, carrying bags full of all my stuff, I wasn’t met with warm smiles or even a handshake. No, I was greeted by Tom’s big butt pointed towards me followed by a loud BRRAAAAAP! The three of them laughed in hysterics after I was hit by that trumpet-like blast from Tom. After calming down they finally introduced themselves, although things quickly became awkward when they realised I wasn’t amused. Were they really expecting me to laugh along with them!
Did I mention that the three of them were absolute studs? My scrawny self felt awkward enough trying to slot in amongst these buff men, let alone being tormented by their gas all day. Out of the three, Tom was definitely the main tormentor. I’ve been thinking ‘Tormentor’ might be a more fitting nickname for him, but his orchestra of loud, windy farts always seem to prove my idea wrong.
Tom will not stop farting at me and he always finds a way to catch me off guard . When I walk into the corridor I find him bent over and ass up BWWWRRRRRT! or when I enter the living room he is on the couch with his legs in the air BRRRRRAAAP! or even when I’m minding my own business in my room Tom swings open my door BARRROOOOMP! Nowhere was safe.
He really gets off on having us all hear his brass instrument of a behind. “Hey bros listen to this.” He said the other day, lifting up one of his legs and letting rip a BRAAAAAAAAWWWWP! Zeke and Bobby find it impressive and always egg him on. “I’ve got some more music for you boys.” I could see the strain on his face just before he let out a BRAAAP-BROOOMP-BWWWWRRRRRT!
Even just this morning I had a run in with Tom. “Why are you always such a downer?” The comment felt belittling. “I know something that will cheer you up.” He managed to get his butt against my leg and that’s when I knew I was a goner… BWWWWRRRRAAAAAAAAAP! I can still feel the vibrations in my bones now. This place is hell.
I couldn't find my phone all day, no one in the house had seen it. Thankfully before I panicked too much my brother knocked on my door and told me he'd found it. I was thrilled, but still suspicious of him, particularly as he has a cheeky grin on his face.
It was locked so I didn't think anything more of it, he couldn't post on any social media or anything like that. But later that night I noticed something in my camera roll. It was a video of him. I watched it. Watched him holding my phone to his ass and farting, before returning it back up to give me the finger. So childish.
I watched it again. Then again. The sound was almost musical... almost hypnotic. I reached in to my trousers and started to rub my hardening cock. I put my headphones on and played it on repeat as I jerked off. I couldn't stop imagining had it been my face. How soft those shorts would be on my face before the fart would hit me. The silent, effortlesss way he'd be pushing my head in place. Fuck it was so hot. I came all over myself.
I decided not to mention finding it to my brother. Instead, a week later I left my phone tucked away in the sofa just before he came home from football. As he walked through the door I asked if he's seen my phone, that I'd lost it again. When he said he'd keep an eye out I thanked him, after all he found it last time so I'm sure he could do it again. Then I waited and prayed I'd get some new material.
"Sorry, bro. Looks like I ate all the food that was meant to last us the week. Here, you can eat my ass and farts, and I'm going to order myself a pizza. Dig in, dinner is served"
"Fuck, I can't believe you're going to do this. I really appreciate it man. I can't tell you how much I've wanted to try having my ass eaten, but no girl I've been with will do it.
When you told me you were gay I didn't want to assume you were in to me. Let alone that you'd be such an ass pig.
This couldn't have turned out any better! Now come on, give me what I want. I want your tongue to make out with my hole all fucking night!"
Ashton smothered with his meaty flutes and huge bubbly ass against my study desk, and i was in a bliss of man funk and the sour raunch of his taint against my tongue.
“Ah, i knew you’d be into it, they always like it,”. he mutters, and i hear the smirk in his voice.
——-
It had been my first tutoring session with Ashton, and before hand, he had let me know about his reward system.
He was 2 years older than me, in college. He stood a solid 6,2ft with broad, square shoulders that supported his thick neck, and i had fallen too quickly to his mischievous smile and soft, curly brown hair.
“Now this is how i reward all my students,” he says, sitting on my desk, sending pens and pencil sharpeners to the floor as he rests his hand against the wall, sliding back his sweatpants, revealing his bulbous asscheeks that melted over the plastic desk. “My sweet, sweet ass. I promise you’ll learn to love it, seriously, everybody i’ve tutored started off like you, pulling that face, thinking you’ll never subject to my sweaty shitter,” he mutters, spreading his crack with his thumb and finger.
“But by the end of this hour i promise you’ll be nose deep in here, and if you really don’t like it~ you’ll learn to associate academic success with frenching my ass,” he punctuates his sentence with two quick smacks to his cheek, they vigorously jiggle.
I didn’t particularly protest, just ignored him and focused on my studies for the hour. He sat a top my desk, clothed this time, with his feet at my thighs as they rested on my chair seat. For the hour, he was good, i can tell why my parents hired him. For the most of it i thoroughly understood things about science i didn’t before, but i turned my page to the final question, and i groan, slumping my head into my arms on the desk.
“Ugh man~ these questions are the worst!!! I just can’t be bothered..” i complain, my face at his thigh, his leg cocked up to rest on my arm rest. Ashton immediately kicks into action and shifts to the side, presenting his rear end to my head. “Hey, cmon, what did i say remember? Finish your work and you get to be nose deep into my asshole,” he sticks his finger over his sweatpants and poked at his taint, trying to find his pucker. That does, for a moment, honestly make me consider.
“Hey, i’ll even give you an appetiser-“ he can’t even finish a sentence without blasting a juicy fart in my direction, and i sit up, staring into his smirking, smug prick face. But i can’t help from smirking a little, and i can’t resist literally diving into his clothed crack, taking an embarrassingly loud sniff as i grab at Ashton’s legs and lower back to pull him closer. The smell is spicy, a little sweet and overall foul, it almost makes me dry heave.
“Oh yeah- fuck, now your getting into it, breathe.” he commands, my face cozy in his sideways crack.
He kicks me back into my chair before i can get another breath in, sliding my sheet before me, initiating i complete it before i get another taste. And i fix my hair and blink up at him, grabbing my pen. He was in complete control, he knew just how to twist my gut and make me yearn for his grossness- there’s no way his charm worked on everyone.
I rush through the question, my stomach too full of butterflies, and a little nauseous from Ashton’s previous fart. I scribble an answer and thrust the sheet in his face, he reads through it, i think, smirking the whole time.
“Not bad, i’ll let it pass,” he says, throwing the sheet to the floor. He gets up, standing both feet on my work chair and resting his hands on either side of me.
“Turn around, and put your head against the desk, you’ve done good, Kid,” he orders.
I frown at the nickname, me being only 2 years younger than him, but i still swiftly turn around, pressing the back of my head against the desk, sitting on the chair that now held both of our weight.
He sits on me before i can get a word out. We wobble about, my face adjusting to his bare crack, his sweat slowly seeping me deeper into his hole, my nose tightly kissing his pucker. “Oh your a comfy one, i call this one the brown noser,” i think i hear him say as he begins to rummage my head with his ass, sending me side to side as i get smothered. He suddenly releases a bassy, smoggy fart up my nostrils, flooding my sinuses with an old meat and soupy smell. Oh god. I choke down his gas, my hands reaching up to squeeze at his thighs from disgust. My eyes stained with pooks of tears that threatened to fall.
You wanted this.
I say to myself. He calms down, grabbing one of my hands and holds it against the desk, trapping me. Then i feel shuffling around in a pocket or two, followed by inaudible TikToks that overlapped eachother. He was sitting on my whilst casually scrolling on his phone, probably messaging his next victim. But i can’t say i’m not enjoying this, my raging boner would say otherwise, which Ashton’s heel momentarily rubs at every now and again, spiralling my eyes into my skull.
It had been 5 minutes.
In the corner of my eye, i see myself. Ashton had held his phone down to my face, and i really catch a sight of myself. He’s literally using me as a seat, my face disappearing into his ass. It was scary almost, how you could only see my forhead and eyes, yet it made sense why the back of my head was aching, Ashton was a heavy guy. He waits. Then farts into my nose again, my eyes frowning just as i hear the camera click.
“Just for the boys, don’t worry, they’re cool. Just keeping them updated at which twink i’m sitting on this week, i got another session booked tonight, another first time,” he wiggles as he talks, so devious.
After about 20 minutes, my head had slipped back so my mouth was gaped open behind his hole. I felt a bit like a toilet. Ashton had put his phone away, now sitting on me effortlessly as he slouched his face into his fist. He farts again, this time echoing in my throat, he smirks, looking back to me, my eyes rolled back into my head again as i wriggled and moaned. He laughs and looked down, my underpants darkened with my cum.
“You pig, cumming hands free to a mouth fart, i mean, do i really have to do anything? You oay me for being gross.”
And with that, he’s up. I catch my breath, my face moist and violet red from his ass mark. He’s already wiping his ass with a fresh homework sheet, too. He hands it to me, scrunched up and half brown.
“Next weeks homework, pig,” he winks, pulling up his pants, i realise he has no boner, assuming he didn’t get any sexual pleasure out of that whole experience. Meanwhile i can barely hold the sheet in my hands as my boner sticks out my pants.
“Later,” he mutters, leaving my bedroom as he gathered his things, leaving me in distraught. I think i need a shower.
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“I’m not doing this dare anymore ” I said
“No you won’t or else I’ll beat the shit out of you.” He grabbed my head and positioned his ass onto my face. The smell was already too much.
He started rubbing his smelly ass in my face “Take it ALLL in dude” he said.
“Tyrell it reeks!” I moaned into his dirty ass.
“Ya that’s the point” he said with a snicker.
“Let me go!” I yelled.
“You’re getting pretty annoying.” He ripped off a small piece of duct-tape and placed it over my mouth.
“Now get back in there and finish the dare” Tyrell said with a laugh. I didn’t want to get beaten up so I voluntarily placed my face by his ass.
“Get in there closer. Nick, is he in a good position? He needs to be because the dare was to sniff up all my farts for 10 minutes” Tyrell asked Nick who was filming the whole thing. Nick grabbed the back of my head and pushed it against his ass, while turning my head upwards so that my nostrils were pressed right up against his asshole.
“He is now” Nick said with a grin.
“Hahaha, dude I can literally feel his nose pressing right against my asshole. Man, Benny are you ready because this is going to stink and you have to breath it right in!!” Tyrell laughed.
I could only breath out of my nose now and I was already gagging from the smell of Tyrell’s ripe ass. “There now just relax and enjoy the breeze.” he said sarcastically. “I ate three cans of beans for lunch today, and chili for dinner and I haven’t shit yet so you’re in for a good time.” I moaned as I felt the gust on my nose with the sound of a fart with it. It was the worst thing I ever smelt in my life. I would have gladly spent a year in a public men’s bathroom then be there at that point. “Aw ya smell that bro? Smells good right?” The toxic ass fumes were making me dizzy. I just kept my face there and accepted my fate at that point. Fart after fart it went on forever and Tyrell was loving it. “It’s getting kind a hot now, back up” As I removed my face he pulled down his boxers and got back into position. He was right it was hot. His ass was wet and sweaty which just made matters worse. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into his hot sweaty ass crack “Get in there.” he said. My nose was touching right up to his hole. At that point I had no more energy to struggle. He released a wet 10 second long fart directly into it. “No filtration, much better right?” he said.
“Dude, I’m getting all of this on video!” Nick laughed.
It smelled like shit, literally it smelled like he was about to shit in my face. He didn’t though. He let rip over and over for another half hour and I just took it like his little fart bitch. Even though the dare was only ten minutes Tyrell was having too much fun torturing me to stop..
Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self
Last Monday I opened my locker to find a note waiting for me. It falls to the ground and I quickly squat down to grab the note. When I pick up the note, I see that there’s a lipstick mark and just a phone number. I’m a bit confused, but I text the number anyway.
Hey? Got ur note… Who dis?
Hi cutie xx… Jalissa
Hell yeah, Jalissa is awesome. We went to high school together and I knew we were going to the same college but haven’t run into her yet. I briefly found it weird that she approached me this way but I don’t think too much of it.
We end up talking for like a week before deciding to meet up. She wanted to meet up at the gymnasium at 9:00 PM when it’s close. She has a key to the gym since she works there and I’m game.
However, when I get there, the gymnasium is quiet and the lights are dimmed.
“Hello?” I call out as I walk towards the center of the gym. “Jalissa?” When I reach about half court, all the lights flip on.
I hear footsteps and turn around expecting Jalissa but end up seeing someone else. “Tristen? Tristen Moretti? What are you doing here?” I look around, maybe he had the same idea as Jalissa.
“Heard you were talking shit.” This moves my attention back to Tristen and I watch as he saunters closer to me.
“What?” He’s at arms length now. “I don’t know-” He gives me a firm push and I trip slightly backwards but stay on my feet.
“Called the whole wrestling team a bunch of fags.”
“I mean, the whole sport is a bit faggy.” I comment back. “The whole tight singlet and holding another man and rolling around on the mat. It’s all a bit…faggy.”
He pushes me harder, this time I lose my balance. “The only fag I see around here is you.”
“Fuck off!” I go to get back up, but Tristen quickly pins me down against the floor. He does some maneuvering and I’m unable to get a good grip on him. The echoes of me and him struggling in the gymnasium is the only sound I can hear until he has my face pinned against his ass.
“I’ll fucking show you faggot.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT
A rumbling six second fart hits my face. It’s rotten, smelling of garbage and eggs. I start to struggle again, but he pins my arms down to my sides and grinds his sweatpant clad ass against my face. “Eat my fucking gas, faggot!” I try to move my face away from his ass but I have nowhere to go.
PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF
More vile gas hits my face and I do my best to hold my breath. Even with doing that, it’s not enough, fumes are still invading my nose.
“Bro, get off!” I grab his hips and try to buck him off, but he uses the opportunity to switch his position. He gets me into a scissor lock and uses his heels to push my head into his ass.
PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFF
“Fuck!” I yell out as my nose is pressed firmly against his ass. I can’t help the dry cough that escapes my lips. The rotten smell has burned its way into my sinuses and I’m starting to worry.
PBRBRBRBRBBRRRRRR
“Fuck, that was fucking wet.” He comments above me. “How’s that smell faggot?” He releases the pressure of his heels against my head, only to slam my head against his ass over and over again. “Smell it faggot! Smell my fucking ass.”
PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFF
He slams my face hitting his ass with each fart bomb hitting my face. My eyes are watering and I don’t know if I’m breathing correctly. My nose hurts from the repeated slamming and the toxic fumes that I’m being exposed to.
“Not happening dude.” PFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTT “This is what happens when you fuck with the wrestling team.”
PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT
I feel so physically weak at this point, I lose the ability to even try and fight back against Tristen. “Please.” I manage between hacking.
“You want more? Cool, I can indulge faggot.” He loosens his grip on me slightly only to pull his sweatpants down under his ass. He’s wearing a jockstrap that frames his ass.
“No, no, god no!” I begin to scream as he pulls me back against his ass.
“This is why you don’t talk shit!” He roughly bounces my face in between his ass cheeks as he shakes his. PFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTT His naked ass is much worse than before. His gas burns my nostrils as he keeps ripping noxious fumes.
“Please...I-I...Can’t breathe.” He doesn’t budge any, instead he pushes harder against my face.
“Good, I wantchu to suffocate in my fat ass.”
PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT
If he keeps this up, I’m definitely going to start suffocating. I already feel dizzy from all these butt bombs obliterating my nose.
“Gonna make you regret ever talking shit.” He’s already done that. “Eat this faggot!”
A loud trumpeting 15 second fart hits my face without any filter. Pure garbage gets spewed into my lungs and I start convulsing against him. “Yeah let the gas in. Breathe me faggot!”
PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFTTTT
He doesn’t let me recover and continues to blast me with his gas. How is anyone even this gassy? “I'm sorry! Please, I’ll do anything!” I try groveling with the little bit of air I have left.
“Sorry faggot, I can’t hear you. You’ll have to beg louder.”
“Ple-” PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF He manages to fart directly into my mouth as I start talking. It’s absolutely rotten and I begin hacking up my lungs again and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Oh god.” I don’t learn from my past mistake and he manages to fart in my mouth again, this time pushing his ass and pulling my head as hard as possible.
I feel my cheeks inflating as he keeps spewing a 15 second silent but deadly fart into my mouth. I can’t move and my whole body is shaking against him.
“Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good.” Tristen moans above me as he’s grinding his ass against my face. “You still breathing faggot?” Barely, I think to myself as everything starts to spin. I give one last attempt to fight back and push him off me, and to my surprise I get away.
I’m scrambling to get away when I feel him grab me around my waist and pull me back to the ground. “Where you going faggot? I’m not done with you?” I’m seeing triple as he twists me around and forces me back on the ground.
He pulls his dick out of his jockstrap and starts slapping my face with his cock. I try twisting away but he grabs my head and holds me into place putting his dick under my nose. He starts humping my face and I can feel his dick harden on me.
“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about this.” He keeps humping me and all I can smell is his natural musk and the lingering scent of his ass on my face. “This is what fucking happens when you mess with me faggot.”
He forces my mouth open and he starts to spurt cum into my mouth. I go to spit the cum out, but then he sits back down on my face again. “Open up faggot.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT
His cum gets blown right back in my mouth and I’m forced to swallow his cum and nasty fart. It’s the most vile thing I’ve ever tasted and I can’t stop from gagging.
Barrage after barrage of fart is being forced down my throat and it’s at this moment I fear for my life. I can’t even speak anymore to try and beg for my life and I feel myself spasming. I think I may have pissed myself, I can’t even tell anymore.
All I hear is him laughing, grunting, and his trumpeting farts. I’m going to die like this.
I lose consciousness and my head falls against the gym floor.
Minutes or maybe hours later, I awake alone. Lights completely turned off in the gym.
“Help.” I try to yell, but my voice is hoarse. I struggle to get to my feet and all I can smell and taste is Tristen’s ass. I end up throwing up on the gym floor.
At least I’m not dead, I think to myself as I make my way to what I assume are the doors. I open a door to find myself in a small bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the state I’m in.
Jeans drenched in piss and my face is splotchy and red. Everything smells bad and I go to the sink to try and scrub my face. As I’m about to go another round of scrubbing, I feel my phone buzz.
Jalissa: Hope you had fun tonight faggot xx
I stare at my phone for a bit before throwing it full force against the wall.
~~~Fin
Author’s Note: Another old story that I found and decided to revamp. I pretty much rewrote the whole thing at this point and changed it from 2nd person to 1st person. I also think I created a new kink for myself? Forcing cum in someone’s mouth and then immediately farting in their mouth? Hello? Has that been done before? Anyways, hope you enjoyed :3
“I’m not doing this dare anymore ” I said
“No you won’t or else I’ll beat the shit out of you.” He grabbed my head and positioned his ass onto my face. The smell was already too much.
He started rubbing his smelly ass in my face “Take it ALLL in dude” he said.
“Tyrell it reeks!” I moaned into his dirty ass.
“Ya that’s the point” he said with a snicker.
“Let me go!” I yelled.
“You’re getting pretty annoying.” He ripped off a small piece of duct-tape and placed it over my mouth.
“Now get back in there and finish the dare” Tyrell said with a laugh. I didn’t want to get beaten up so I voluntarily placed my face by his ass.
“Get in there closer. Nick, is he in a good position? He needs to be because the dare was to sniff up all my farts for 10 minutes” Tyrell asked Nick who was filming the whole thing. Nick grabbed the back of my head and pushed it against his ass, while turning my head upwards so that my nostrils were pressed right up against his asshole.
“He is now” Nick said with a grin.
“Hahaha, dude I can literally feel his nose pressing right against my asshole. Man, Benny are you ready because this is going to stink and you have to breath it right in!!” Tyrell laughed.
I could only breath out of my nose now and I was already gagging from the smell of Tyrell’s ripe ass. “There now just relax and enjoy the breeze.” he said sarcastically. “I ate three cans of beans for lunch today, and chili for dinner and I haven’t shit yet so you’re in for a good time.” I moaned as I felt the gust on my nose with the sound of a fart with it. It was the worst thing I ever smelt in my life. I would have gladly spent a year in a public men’s bathroom then be there at that point. “Aw ya smell that bro? Smells good right?” The toxic ass fumes were making me dizzy. I just kept my face there and accepted my fate at that point. Fart after fart it went on forever and Tyrell was loving it. “It’s getting kind a hot now, back up” As I removed my face he pulled down his boxers and got back into position. He was right it was hot. His ass was wet and sweaty which just made matters worse. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into his hot sweaty ass crack “Get in there.” he said. My nose was touching right up to his hole. At that point I had no more energy to struggle. He released a wet 10 second long fart directly into it. “No filtration, much better right?” he said.
“Dude, I’m getting all of this on video!” Nick laughed.
It smelled like shit, literally it smelled like he was about to shit in my face. He didn’t though. He let rip over and over for another half hour and I just took it like his little fart bitch. Even though the dare was only ten minutes Tyrell was having too much fun torturing me to stop..
If I had the actual ass of my stepbrother on my face like that I'd cry 😭😂
Can't believe someone fell for a trick like that! If anyone, especially if they're your mischievous older brother, asks you to lay dawn arms and legs straight-Don't. Do. It!
In this case this guy got pinned just like that, wrapped up, and then forced to be full body immobile all while getting a face full of asshole
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The deal was if you were late home one more time that you would have to be my seat for the night. Well guess who isn't home on time? You! And guess who didn't shower after his evening run? Yeah that's right, ME! Get your face back home quick for daddys ass!
Just admit it man, you goon to my ass don't you? No I won't punish you for it, I won't kick you out of the apartment, I'll find it quite flattering actually. What's that? You DO goon to my ass? Well thank you for being honest. Now get on your knees, put your face in my ass, and beg for a fart. I'm no longer Jake to you, it's Master Jake from now on!
*Inspired by @Jakipz*
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