THE PANTOMIME: HE'S BEHIND YOU
John was excited to take part in the Christmas pantomime at his town’s community centre. He loved acting and had joined the theatre group at the start of the year, hoping to get lots of experience. His dream was to graduate from an acting and performance academy, then he wanted to be in theatre shows. He didn’t enjoy his small town, everybody knew each other and had opinions on everyone’s business. When John had come out as gay there’d been quite the buzz about it. Eventually people got over it, but he’d still get the odd looks when out and about, school in particular had been hard. The classmates had been eager to call him names, a hate campaign led by the most popular boy in the year, Billy.
Billy was a foot taller than John, as he played on several of the school’s sports teams he had grown into a fit lad with a lean athletic physique. Always complimented on his cheeky grin since early years, his face had matured into a Hollywood worthy look that had all the girls swooning over him. All the guys fell in line behind him, as his family were known to be the wealthiest in town, everyone was eager to stay on his good side to try and benefit. It also helped to avoid being the target of his bullying if you were part of his gang and picked on those he had chosen to target. Which since coming out had been exclusively John. They would call him names and mock him for being gay; but also Billy indulged in his favourite jape of making John smell his farts, whether that was from silent crop dusting in the class room or timing a perfect butt bomb when John would be picking something up.
Which is why the drama society was an escape for John. He made friends that didn’t go to his school so weren’t part of the dog pile there, and the adults treated him with respect due to his ambition and dedication to the arts. When they announced the pantomime for this year would be Peter Pan he was excited to audition. Traditionally Peter is played by a woman, but due to their numbers and ages of those in the group the director said he was up for forgoing that if one of the guys did well in their audition. Even if John didn’t get that character there were other roles. Hook might be a push as it was likely to go to one of the older men in the group, but one of the Darling’s or a lost boy could still have worth. No role is too small for a good actor, he told himself.
Come the day of the auditions he was nervous but prepared, having practised his monologue over and over and chosen a song to sing. When he walked in the building that morning though he was shocked to see Billy sat in the hall, scrolling idly on his phone. Before he could even stop himself, John blurted out, “What are you doing here?!”
Billy looked up and grinned broadly at him. “Oh hey, it’s the gay-boy! I should have guessed you’d be the type to mince about on stage. Are you here to audition for the role of Tinkerbell? Perfect for a fairy like you”.
“Shut up, BIlly. I’m not trying out for Tinkerbell. Why are you here?”
Billy yawned and looked around unenthused. “Mother dragged me here. She likes to do her bit for the arts and came by to go over the cost of this crappy production so she can make a donation. It’s all a tax right off or something, I assume, she can’t care about this really. I mean, this place is a dump full of losers”
John quelled the anger bubbling inside him, he wasn’t going to let this rattle him. He sat on the opposite side of the hall to Billy and the director came out shortly and announced to those waiting that auditions would start soon. It was the usual set up, each would perform in front of the rest of the group, a way to make sure people could show that nerves wouldn’t be an issue. From the room the director had come from, a small thin woman walked out, finely dressed in designer clothes and jewelry. She walked over to Billy and let him know they could leave, though John’s relief was short lived as Billy looked over at him and as he said, “Actually, I think I’d like to watch the auditions if you don’t mind”. As she had some work to do she didn’t, and went back into the side room with her laptop, telling him to come get her when he was ready to go.
The first few to audition were pretty good. One was also going for Peter Pan and he’d be tough to beat. As John sat and watched he could feel Billy glancing over at him. It was hard to keep him out of his mind. When it was his turn he almost missed his name being called so distracted was he. Walking up to the stage meant passing in front of Billy, as he was in front of him he heard an almost inaudible fart squeak out into the chair, Billy smirked at him. Up on the stage he could see all his friend’s smiling faces but as he panned across the room he landed back on Billy’s smirk. All confidence left him; if he was bad Billy would tell everyone how he bombed, and if he did well then would it be cringe and used against him anyway? What if he got the part and all of Billy’s cronies came to watch. It was as this ran through John’s head that he realised he missed his backing track playing and the cue to sing, asking if he could restart the director kindly obliged. The second time his tempo was off and each missed note caused Billy to chuckle. When it came to his monologue he tried to look elsewhere, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Billy texting on his phone. Panic took over as his mind raced to who he was messaging and what he was telling them! He trailed off, his monologue unfinished. The director looked disappointed, but thanked John kindly.
As he stepped down from the stage Billy gave John thumbs down. Not long after Billy went to the room his mother was in and they shortly left, he was not interested in the others. John sat there embarrassed, wondering if he could ask to go again now Billy was gone, but his confidence was knocked and he too left early. It wouldn’t be long until the roles were announced, the director said he would email them out within the week, which meant he at least didn’t have to be around others when he saw he didn’t get any of the main roles.
During school that week Billy didn’t make too big a reference to what he’d seen, only on the odd occasion would he hum or sing the audition song as he walked by, or sat next to, John. Those with him would snigger so John assumed he had at least somewhat told them about it, it was weird he wasn’t ridiculing him more about acting and being in the pantomime. The reason came clear at the end of the week when the email came through. As John prepared himself for the worst - non speaking pirate role - he opened the email and stared stupified by what it said.
BILLY WARREN - CROCODILE (FRONT END)
JOHN EVANS - CROCODILE (BACK END)
This didn’t make any sense. Billy wasn’t in the group. He didn’t audition. What did the director mean by front and back end? There hadn’t been a crocodile role on the initial character list, it was common for it to be done with just the sound effect off stage. Hook reacts but the audience never sees anything. Why would the director introduce it now, and for two people that one of which wasn’t even a member?
The next day John went to the first rehearsal ready to demand answers, but again when he walked in he was met by Billy sitting eagerly waiting near the door. He looked thrilled to see John enter. “You’re finally here! Ready to be working together?”
“Why are you here again? Why do you have a role you don’t even like acting?”
“Well that’s just it, John. We won’t really be acting will we. I mean I might prance a bit like a fool to make the kids laugh, but you won’t be. You’re the back end”.
“What does that even mean? Front end and back end?”
“What it sounds like. You’ve seen a panto horse haven’t you, well we’re a panto croc! I’ll be up front and you’ll be behind me, where you belong”
“There’s no such thing as a panto crocodile. The horse costumes are cheap cloth but there’s no croc outfits, and we don’t have the budget to have one made”.
Billy was practically shaking with excitement. “But that’s just it! You do. When I got home I told my mother I wanted to be in the play. She offered to pull some strings to make me Peter Pan, but I said no, I didn’t want any favours. Simply create a role for me, and I even told her about this poor pathetic kid I saw flop at his audition. He deserved a worthy role too. That’s when I proposed we make the crocodile an actual character with stage time. Mother has agreed to fund the costume creation, and to get the director on side with my changes she’s offered to fully fund the next five years of performances. Needless to say he was happy to take on any of my ideas after that. So here we are, I will be in the front of the crocodile, and you’ll be in the back. I’ve got ideas for it, I’ll be very involved with the design and creation of the costume don’t you worry”.
John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Nepotism in the arts world yet again, Billy had not only bought his way into the show, but dragged John into his stupid little game. It was ridiculous.
The rehearsals had been a nightmare over the next months. Billy would demand that John kneel behind him whenever they were on stage, saying he needed to get used to them being so close. He would stop suddenly and John’s face would smash into his muscular bubble butt. Those on stage would laugh and a few snide comments started being made about whether being gay it was safe to have him so close to his rear. Billy would just act flattered and say, “Hey, it can’t be helped if he has good taste in men”. Then wriggle his ass at John winking.
He got more scenes added where they’d be on stage, to the point where they had more time than Tinkerbell. Other cast members were at first put off, but when more donations came in to get them better costumes or just little gifts they soon quietened down and championed the crocodile. One day in school after yet another new script change to include them came over in an email, John asked Billy why he cared so much about it. Billy rounded on John in the hallway, his cronies behind him like henchmen. Billy threw an arm over his shoulder and steered John away from them.
“Maybe it’s because I’m a nice guy and I know how much it means to you, and since you failed so badly in your audition it was your only chance to be on the stage.” Once they were out of ear shot of the others he rounded on John. “Most likely though it’s because I want to make sure there is no time for you to have a break. Once you are in this costume I have planned, you’re not getting out of it. I’ve even got ideas for us to be interval entertainment, so you won’t even get a break then. I am going to have your faggy face trapped in my ass for hours. I am going to be farting none…fucking…stop. The only air you will breathe is the methane from my ass. Your face will be in a hot box with my stinking sweaty ass and I can’t fucking wait!”
With the same nonchalance as if he’d just announced winning a football match, Billy smiled gleefully and walked off, leaving John standing dumbfounded by what he had just heard. Even as the bell rang he silently walked like a zombie to his next class.
The next rehearsals proved that Billy was not kidding about his threat, as well as insisting that John spend his time on his knees behind him whenever they are on stage he had now taken to silently releasing farts in his face whenever he felt the gas bubble up inside His stomach. One time while it was just the two of them John confronted Billy about it telling him it was not funny to start farting, Billy simply just laughed and said that John would have to get used to it if he was going to make it through all the performance nights. Whilst on stage in front of everyone John had no choice but to grittingly breathe in the farts trying his best not to gag from the smell and let others know what he was being made to suffer. This even spread to the school where Billy would take any opportunity he could to fart on John. One day after PE in the changing rooms John was trying to quickly change before the other boys came out and started their usual harassment. He threw his stuff in his bag and ran to the door only to have it swing open and his exit blocked by Billy and his cronies. They walked through forcing John to back up, his legs hit the bench and he fell back on to it. The lads surrounded him on both sides with Billy menacingly looming over him from the front. In a flash he was grabbed, holding him in place whilst Billy spun around so his gym shorts were inching closer.
“Hold him still. He needs to get used to this if he's going to make it through the shows”.
“Fuck, Billy, your farts stink!” said Keith, one of Billy's regular hangers on.
“I know right, it's a talent of mine. Get his face closer so he can breathe it in for us”.
Keith grabbed the back of John's head and held it millimetres from Billy's ass, he himself leant as far back as he could to avoid the smell.
Each fart smacked John in the face, a warm wave that washed over him. Lingering around him as he forcibly had to sit in and breathe them in.
“Oh, that's me all out for now. But no need to thank me John, any time you want to rehearse just let me know. Not long left until the big night!” With a look to the lads, they let John go and he pushed passed them out the room, tears welling in his eyes.
He desperately wanted to quit. He'd tried talking to the director, who'd just thought John was complaining about not having a lead part and chastised him. He'd always taught him small roles had merit, and if he ever wanted to make it as an actor he'd have to be prepared for any role. A job's a job. He was also a little annoyed considering how much stage time he'd given the crocodile, which was now anything but a small part. Even if the extra fundraising was appreciated he had sold out the show.
John's parents had been similar in their lack of patience. They had not paid all the membership fees over the months for him to back out now. He would just have to wait until the next show and audition for a bigger role again like everyone else. Needless to say John had not wanted to confide in them that he was being bullied by another guy who wouldn't stop farting on him.
The day of the first night had arrived, and John was dreading it. The day before they’d had a dress rehearsal and he’d been anticipating finally seeing the costume that Billy kept reminding him of. But on the day Billy had just shrugged and said it was still having some finishing touches added, he reassured the director they’d be all right on the night. For the dress rehearsal they continued the usual of John kneeling behind and doing his best to keep up, wading through the farts silently crop dusted from in front as he went. Billy had already given the dimensions to the director in the early stages and they’d staged the scenes to ensure enough room would be provided for them to enter, perform and leave. While waiting to the side for their cue Billy ruffled John’s hair as he knelt behind him. Saying just loudly enough for John to hear him over the scene, “It’s ready btw. I just want it to be a surprise on the night”. Then as a loud bang went off on stage he let rip in John’s face. Billy had made sure to learn all the sound cues so he would be able to release a loud fart whenever he had one in the chamber.
When John arrived sullenly to the theatre that evening he was mentally preparing for the worst he could imagine; a cramped cheap costume, he was shocked at what was laid out on the floor of the dressing room. It looked like a professionally made theatre costume. Finely painted with spikes that ran down the spine along the back and tail. It had big cartoon eyes and fake teeth and tongue that stuck out to not be too menacing for the young children. John could see in the mouth a fine black mesh that let Billy see through the open jaw. The angle of the head and upper body gave it a sort of cartoonish stance, but it also meant that Billy wouldn’t need to stoop too much. Jonn on the other hand would be practically bent over ninety degrees looking at the length of the thing.
“Don’t you just love it?”
The voice from behind made John jump. Billy had entered silently. He stared intently at John. “It’s perfect. I went back and forth with the designers loads to make it just right. By the end I think they thought it was some obscure sex thing, but they knew not to ask questions and just take the money. Come on then, let’s get you inside!”
“I…I can’t…” was all John could get out. Eyes never leaving the costume.
“Johnny boy, you can’t let the audience down. You can’t let the cast down. Most importantly, you can’t let ME down”. He closed the door menacingly, the two of them alone with the crocodile. “I’ve brought all my mates to tonight’s show. It’s a packed house of all our school who want to see you perform. They will be more than happy to force you into that suit. But I would really prefer it if you do so willingly”. He ended as if he was being kind, offering a chance of a choice.
As if on autopilot, John stripped down to his t-shirt and shorts and readied himself for what would come next. Billy rubbing his hands together gleefully grabbed the costume released clasps holding the two parts together and split them apart. Inside the back end John could see the scaffolding, poles and bands running down to reinforce it. There was no give to it. Due to the weight of the tail John had to crawl backwards into the costume, he could feel the holes for the legs and manoeuvred his feet through, Billy helped pull the claws into place on each side. Billy then got a chair so that John could push himself up a bit on his elbows from within the cylindrical frame, but the hard structure wouldn’t let it bend, only just teeter enough for him to be slightly higher than he was going to have to be going forward, he could feel the pressure pushing back down on him. John could see Billy through the opening, he was bent down so his smiling face was framed by the room’s light.
“Comfy in there? Let me get into mine then”. He took off his jacket and jumper down to a plain t-shirt and kicked off his trousers. John could see that he was wearing his gym shorts. Almost as if aware of John’s thoughts Billy turned and wagged his hips side to side so his shorts covered butt wriggled in front of John's face.
“That’s right, boy. I have been wearing these to PE for the past month and never washed them. If you think you hate how they smell now, wait until 10mins in this thing!” He then pulled up what looked like a climbers harness, the straps around his waist and leg, hanging behind him loose straps fell. Silently John watched as Billy climbed into his part. The head detached, meaning he was able to just step in through the gap where they combined, crouch down and pop back up where the head would be. His arms reaching out. It was clear how easy it was to be in the front half compared to the back. He crouched down again so his face was inches from Johns.
“How great is this? Let me explain how all this works. As you can probably feel, the costume is forcing you to bend forward. You are essentially being pushed down to get your face in my ass where you will remain for the evening. You need to make sure you stay as close to me as possible, or the tail will cause misbalance and you could hurt yourself. To ensure that doesn’t happen, I have this harness that will strap you to my ass, your hands will be cuffed to my side. Immediately he grabs the straps, one attached to a collar that he buckled around John’s neck and another strap around his forehead. Billy turned round and for the last time John saw light. Billy’s ass loomed closer until John’s nose pressed lightly against his shorts. He could smell the stale sweat on the shorts. Billy was taking the straps and feeding them through the harness, suddenly he pulled hard and John was pulled deep into his crack. Billy rolled his ass back and forth to open his cheeks, pulling the straps tighter to claim every millimeter he could, until John's nose was pressing right up to his hole. Finally he grabbed his arms and fed them through hoops on the sides, securing them in place so John was now bent forward with his arms stretched forward.
John's neck was straining from the angle. He tried to reposition but the straps prevented him from pulling back and the weight of the costume pushed his back down, bending his neck more.
“Now, now, don't fight, you'll only hurt yourself. Finally, I've got a little surprise. Here let me put this headset on you. I've got a mic piece on mine and I've set the channel so only you can hear me. I can talk to you and you'll be able to listen. That way if I need you to turn…or to reverse…or to sniff…you will hear my instructions. Ok let's try it out. Testing, testing, can you hear me?”
“I can't hear you with your face in my ass, bum-boy. Tell you what, you can tap my right side with your fingers for ‘Yes’ and my left side for ‘No’. Got it?”
John jostled his right hand in the cuff to tap Billy's hip.
“Good. Oh, and by the way this half has a membrane that's around my waist which separates us. No gas should be able to make it up to me, though if it gets so bad it seeps through I'm at least by the mouth for ventilation. All my farts are going to build up in the back end, so any shit particles you don't sniff up on the release will hang around for the evening for you to stew in. Now let's go!”
John was expecting to start walking forward and prepared himself for the movement, but Billy stayed where he stood, a giggling sound echoed nearby which ceased as a fart blasted out. John felt the warm air spread over him and invade his nostrils. It felt like his lungs were burning as oxygen was forced out for methane. Through the ear piece John could hear Billy laughing.
“Fuck that one felt good. I hope I can maintain that quality for you all night! Ok, enough clowning around, let's get into position”.
Billy reached round and did the catches on the costume to keep them stuck together and keep the costume sealed. He then placed the head over him and fed his arms through to practice manoeuvring the jaw. Satisfied it was ready he took a step. John felt Billy move away and felt his neck begin to stretch, he quickly shuffled forward to keep up and relieve the pain. Billy led them through the back hall, John could hear muffled voices outside the costume but Billy's response rang clearly through the headset.
“Thanks! It looks great doesn't it! Noo, it's so comfortable, they did a great job. Yeh, it's John back there. He's doing great back there -bbrrrrppp - he hasn't stumbled or anything - bbbpppttt - noo, it's totally ventilated he's got plenty of air I'm making sure of it”. PppprrrrrBBBBbbbp. “It's just us again. They couldn't hear a thing, the soundproofing is great. I don't have to hold back all night, fuck I'm going to permanently destroy your sense of smell. Are you still alive back there?” Again John tapped yes.
As the night went on John desperately tried to keep up with Billy as they moved round the stage. He was burning up in the costume, the heat from the lights and the thick material made it unbearably hot, on top of that Billy's constant farts had added several degrees to the temperature. John was sweating buckets, and unfortunately so was Billy. John's face was pressed into Billy's shorts and the damp sweat soaked shorts clung to him. Between farts he could smell a residual eggy scent from the previous barrage. He was getting a headache from dehydration and it was getting difficult to breathe, forcing him to take more frequent and deeper breaths of the toxic air.
He could barely hear anything happening outside the costume, just the muffled sounds of the dialogue and musical numbers. The only sound he could hear was the occasional airy blow, wet raspberry and loud trumpet coming from Billy's hole, as well as the occasional restrained snigger when on stage. Once they were off stage he had no issue laughing loudly every time he let rip, or asking for reviews.
“Did that one smell good? Want another?”. John tapped his left hand to signal ‘No’. “Oh sorry mate, I can't recall the order, was that yes?” John tapped vigorously ‘No’ again. “Someone is eager for more farts! Here you go then”.
John screamed into Billy's ass, he couldn't take it, he needed a break. His muffled cry vibrated on his ass and caused Billy to chuckle from the sensation, realising the opportunity he quickly pushed out a wet fart into John's open mouth. John stopped screaming and began retching. He learned not to open his mouth again.
By the end of the night John reckoned he'd taken at least fifty farts. His neck was aching from the twisting to hold in position as well as the constant whiplash as he got dragged across the stage as Billy pranced this way and that. When they finally finished the show and were back in their dressing room John was practically on his knees.
Fresh air rushed in as Billy opened the costume. The cuffs were loosened allowing John to finally drop his numb arms down, the blood rushing back. Finally the straps to the headpiece were being released, John pulled away thinking he was free but the collar yanked him back only a couple of inches away, Billy hadn't freed him but rather increased his area of movement slightly. Billy's ass was framed by the costume's opening, fully on view; the cheeks soaked from the sweat except for a dry patch around the crack where John's face had pressed so tightly.
The fart washed over John, the same sulphur smell he'd been surrounded by for the past hours. John burst into tears. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Billy's ass moved away to be replaced with his face as he bent down to look at John, his face glowing with joy as he beamed a toothy smile and replied, “Because it's fun!”. He walked away to undress, leaving John alone to crawl out his costume as he blubbered silently.
John had begged his parents not to make him do the rest of the shows, he pretended to be sick, but they weren't having any of it. They'd paid all the money so if he wanted to quit this show that would be it, no more shows in the future or any acting academy. All he could do was get through the next couple of nights. Billy would have had his fun and be gone, then he would be free of him and could go back to how it should have been. The following nights had been very much the same; Billy fastened them together, farted constantly, and used the headset to ridicule him. John thought he was in Hell already, but in the final night Billy ruined his life entirely.
In the dressing room John silently crawled into the costume, he shut down each night to try and dissociate from the experience. Billy walked in holding two headsets.
“I've noticed you've been handling this a lot better, which is no fun for me, so I thought I'd mix it up a bit. What would you say to not being pressed so tight to my ass? I'll leave a bit of slack”.
John was skeptical, though he liked the idea of not being pressed into the gym shorts that were now reeking of stale eggy farts and musk. “Whats in it for you?”
“Well, with a gap between your face and my ass. You'll be able to talk too”. He put the headset on John that now had the microphone attached. “I can ask you questions and you can respond now without me having to remember which tap was which, again so sorry for all the times I misunderstood and thought you were asking for more farts. So silly of me! Happy with that?”
“Sure, but I'm not going to say much to you, I can't fucking stand you!”
“John! I'm hurt, here was me thinking we'd been bonding all this time. I mean you and my ass have definitely become best of friends. But if that's how you feel I guess we won't say much to each other…but we'll see”. Billy attached the collar and head piece to John but left the straps dangling detached from the harness which he was yet to put on. He left John's field of view and when he came back he wasn't wearing his crusty shorts anymore, he was in a jock strap with the harness over the top.
“What the fuck, Billy? Put your clothes on!”
“Oh, sorry mate, turns out I left them at home. But it's fine, I think you and my ass are ready to move on to the next level. Now give me your arms”.
Surrendering to his fate John held his hands out, allowing Billy to cuff them to his sides one final time. The straps on the collar and head band were fed through the harness and pulled taught, John's face inching closer to his ass like each night prior, but this time Billy stopped early so there was now space left between them. John had an up close view of the whole butt, the plump cheeks all he could see. At first he thought this would be better as his neck wasn't pushed back, but he now had to hold his head up himself or let it naturally align but that would mean his face resting against the bare butt. He was eager to maintain the distance he'd been allowed even with the discomfort.
Billy climbed into his costume and fastened them together, the world went black once again for John.
“Hello, hello, can you hear me?”
John tapped on Billy's side as had become routine.
“You have a headpiece remember Fart-Face, you can use your words.
“Oh yeh, yes I can hear you”.
“Good. As well as hearing you I can also hear these”.
Billy's first fart of the night hit John. He was never able to get used to them. Each night the smells seemed to have got worse, which was intentional as Billy had bragged about the foods and drinks he'd consumed each day to build up his gas.
“Fuck that sounded good, I do love the sound of my farts. Real manly shit. Not like your faggoty toots. Btw, if after tonight you miss the smell of my farts I'm sure I could sell you those gym shorts. Something to remember our time together”.
“I never want to see you again, let alone smell you!”
“If you keep being mean to me then I won't have any reason to hold back”.
“If you do as I say though this could be an easier final night, understood?”
“Good. In that case tonight, every time I fart I want to hear you thank me. I want to hear you sniff it up and thank me for the honour”.
“No way, Billy. I'm not doing that!”
“You've angered my ass. Well, if you won't speak to me then there's no point in you not being plugged up my hole again. Let me just tighten your straps back up again”.
As John lurched forward with the adjustment he panicked about being up against the hole without at least the minor barrier of clothing. He'd have nothing to stop the farts and shit going straight up his nose.
“Ok. OK! I’ll do it! Just please stop”
“Good boy”, and Billy again loosened the straps. “Let's practice”
“Sigh. Thank you for the fart”.
“You're welcome Fart-Face. It felt wet.”
“It smells like it”. John resisted the urge to throw up as the air around him started to smell of shit.
“Let's go have the best show yet!” And Billy dragged them off to the stage. His arms tied in front of him pulled him along, the issue with having his head free was that whenever Billy came to an abrupt stop John would lurch forward and his face would wipe against the bare cheeks.
“Thank you for the fart, it smells great”
“You think so? Have another then”
“Thank you for another fart. You're too kind”
Billy was beaming inside the costume. He loved his little fart filters compliments. Every guy should have someone appreciate their stink.
The show went on, all actors and the audience blissfully ignorant of what was happening inside the crocodile, as they had been each night previously. During one scene Billy unleashed a long low rip, John remained silent. An angry whisper came through the speakers, “Oi, fag, what do you say?”, Billy rocked round and leant back causing the costume to push John down more, his back muscles on fire.
Whispering back, John begged, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Thank you for the fart. I didn't want to be heard. Please stand up straight. You're going to break my back. Please. Please. Fart again and I'll do what you say. Just stand up straight”
Billy stood back up, and the pain slightly subsided from Johns back. Nights in this costume had really started to cause him issues. He wasn't able to get rid of a constant ache developing and it kept him up at night.
“There we go? Was that so hard? I don't mind telling you Johnny boy, that I enjoy hearing you beg for a fart. I'm sure the other guys will be happy to oblige your needs as well. This doesn't have to end tonight!”
The scene ended as Billy blew a raspberry at John, who in return thanked him, as he was dragged off stage. The show carried on with a constant supply of gas being pumped out, John would suck them up as no where in the costume could he move his face to escape the smell, and proclaim his appreciation for them. The night was drawing to a close and John was beginning to get excited that the ordeal was nearly over. The last scene began on stage and they stood in the wings waiting for the curtain call.
“Oi, Fart-Boy, open your mouth I want to feed you this one”
“Fuck off, I'm not doing that”.
Without a word Billy fell back. In the pitch black his sweaty ass landed on John's unprepared face. The weight crushed his neck as his face was worked into position between the smooth cheeks as Billy wriggled it back and forth, wiping the sweat over John.
Muffled by the flabby ass but still audible through the earpiece John begged. “Ow, ow, please Billy, stand up, stand up! My neck…my back…it hurts so much!”
“Put your open mouth on my hole and eat my farts - *wriggles ass* - and then thank me for making your dream come true by getting you this role and letting you be my fart slave. Got all that?” He leant back more, letting John take more of his weight.
Tears streamed from John's eyes, mixing in with the sweat from his face and Billy's ass. He was wedged into his cheeks and could feel his nose probing his warm hole. He desperately slapped the yes side of the harness, and mumbled unheard into Billy's ass.
Billy understood what was being communicated and lifted himself up. Beneath him John repositioned himself and Billy could feel his lips pressing around his hole. He could barely contain his excitement, the play was all but forgotten, he dropped his arms down from the jaws and groped for his ass, spreading the cheeks to allow John unfettered access and create a full seal. “Remember, thank me for everything, and make me believe it or I'll drop back so quick it'll snap your neck”.
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The fart was long, loud and wet. It echoed in John's cheeks and throat. The sweat and shit coated his tongue, a slime all over his mouth, he could taste it. John pulled back as soon as the fart ended and gagged. Spluttering and spitting to try and rid his mouth of it. His neck had a stabbing pain. His back was icy cold where the ache had once been but he felt unable to try and stand. He was too distracted by it all to realise he was being brought out on stage for their bow. A menacing voice rang in his ear.
“Thank you Billy. Thank you for being the crocodile with me. I've loved being behind you and having you fart in my face. I'm such a lucky fart slave. I fucking love your farts!”
Billy had timed it perfectly. Everything he'd planned had gone perfectly. As John began his speech Billy had flipped the channel on their headsets to the one being used by the sound guy for the show. What John had thought was feedback through his headset was actually the sound of his pathetic admission being sent out to the audience. As they'd walked to the front of stage for their applause he'd confessed to everyone he'd been not only sniffing farts but enjoying it. The theatre went silent, the odd murmur through the crowd. John, realising what had happened went to speak again, to tell everyone what had really happened, but again Billy's timing was perfect. He took his bow from the front causing his ass to once again loom back and engulf John's face. His open mouth filled with another wet fart. The mic still on picked up the echoing as it reverberated around in his puffed out cheeks. Off went the mic and John's vomiting and crying went unheard. The audience erupted with laughter, not sure what it had been about, some assuming it was some weird fart joke they didn't get, others laughing at the thought of it being true, and loudest of all was the laugh of Billy and John's classmates that had been promised a show to remember.
Ten years had passed since the pantomime that had ruined John's life. He'd become the laughing stock at school, where for the remaining time he was constantly farted on and asked if he liked it, did he want to be their fart slave now, etc. He had also been asked not to return to the drama society after ruining the show and their reputation with his declaration. That was fine though, John had lost his passion for it, he never did go on to a prestigious drama school choosing rather to keep a low profile instead. Billy on the other hand actually enjoyed the process of acting that he'd experienced while plotting his scheme that he did go on to graduate from a performing arts academy. He did theatre for a couple of years before getting his big break in an indie film that rocketed his career to Hollywood.
John tried not to think about it. Though Christmas time it was hard not to be reminded of it when he saw adverts for all the pantomimes plastered around town and social media. If only he hadn't been in one, how different things might be. He was wondering this as he shuffled home, bent low to the ground. His back and neck suffered permanent damage from both the constant pressure of the suit but also Billy sitting full weight exacerbating the harm. The guys at school had loved it as it meant it was easy to grab his head and shove his face in their arses whenever they had to fart. As time went on he became a joke around town and when people would see him pass in the street and ask why he was bent double like that, the response was always, “he's trying to sniff your ass”, which made any new people to the area avoid him like the plague.
His parents had tried to sue the group for using the costume that caused the damage, it had taken months in court but the judge ruled that as John had not raised any issues, willingly got in the costume each night AND confessed to many witnesses he was happy to be there then they didn't have a case. The cost of the legal representative had bankrupted his parents in the end causing a rift between them and John. Once he was old enough to move out, they helped him find a minimum wage job and a small flat and never saw him again.
Therefore it was another Christmas alone. As he sat in front of the TV in his gloomy, undecorated flat, he flicked through the channels until he saw a familiar face.
Interviewer: “We're here with the rising star William Warren. Tell me, what's it like to come from a small town to the glitz and glam of Hollywood?”
Billy: “It's amazing. All I could have ever asked for. Lots of people have this dream, but so few can make it. My heart really goes out to those who never get to realise their dream”
Interviewer: “Such a sweet sentiment. Now tell me. I hear you caught the acting bug from a pantomime you were in when you were young, is that true?”
Billy smiled, his eyes sparkled with delight as he looked directly at the camera. Through the TV to John.
BILLY: “That is correct. I owe this all to a dear, dear friend, who was always behind me. I hope he's watching”.
