#masterbruce

An hour ago Mark turned down a gassing form his boyfriend Paxton, specifically on the orders of Master Bruce, so now he was as horny as could be. "Such a weak sub! You and your boyfriend taking turns each month to serve me, and you are supposed to be doms? Real doms don't beg for a massive, godly asian ass to take their breathe away do they? Now beg for it more!" Master Bruce leans forward slightly, stepping on his tippy toes off the edge of the bed. "Please....Master....Bruce....may....you....sit....on....my....face?" Mark takes almost a full minute to ask, his face being crushed every few seconds after each word with some farts in the mix. "I most certainly can you little bitch! Mouth open for my deadly farts!" Mark didn't have to be told twice, it was ingrained in his brain now that when he is told to swallow gas he must do so.

Lowering down onto Mark's willing gaping mouth Master Bruce farts mid descent, essentially sealing the gas into its rightful place. "Yeah that's it! Eat my farts!" He laughs, pulling out his phone to record as Mark started to struggle. The first set of taps were ignored completely. Then a few moments later Mark tries again. "Keep tapping but I ain't giving a seat mercy, you begged for this, why would I deny you?" A slight evil laugh is caught on the recording. Finally a third attempt at tapping is immediately ended. "Eat this one right up!" Master bruce grunts, grabbing Mark's arms and holding them on either side of him as a long drawn out airy fart erupts into his mouth. Even Mark's kicking for air slowed down, slowly blacking out.

"Fuc....." Mark Gasps. Brought back just before unconsciousness as he sees the light shine from above a standing Master Bruce. "You want my ass to end you? Say your fucking pledge seat!" Within seconds Mark, slightly out of breathe still and tasting the lingering farts in his mouth, started his pledge. "I pledge my servitude to Master Bruce's godly asian ass. My face is his seat to sit on, smother, and suffocate as he sees fit. I am but a slave and throne for him to use. His nasty farts are my oxygen which I will sniff and swallow as he commands. Nothing else matters, Abruce!!"

"Abruce!" He replies with a smirk and a sudden jump up. Mark can't prepare or move in time, just accepting his place as Master Bruce annihilated his facial structure. With contact comes a small crack sound but the softness and plumpness is all that matters to Mark. He is back in smother heaven, blowing his load hands free as he provides comfort to a superior ass. Back home Paxton gets a message from Master Bruce, "I left a mark on you last month, now your bitch of boyfriend has one too!" with a picture of Mark's messy unconscious face, nose bruised up from the drop of doom.