As he finishes up his special slave sandwich with my feet propped heavily on his back, I begin to notice a rumbling in my own stomach. Thinking quickly, I remove my feet from the boy’s back, his face still buried in the ground with bits of sandwich all over his lips. “Okay boy, time to service yet another part of master’s stink. Though I’m not sure how much you’ll like this…” I move the boy around, making him sit facing the TV with his head propped back, resting on the edge of the couch, his face tilted upwards. He struggles, having a basic understanding of what’s coming next, but I easily overpower him.
“Alright, boy. The couch is nice, but Master needs a better chair. One that can appreciate the scent of his master’s ass resting on it.” The boy’s eyes widen with fear. I’ve farted in the room with him before; he knows how bad my ass can smell. “Don’t worry, boy. I know you might be a little hesitant to get up close and personal with my ass. But I’ve got something to make the process a little easier.” I pull out a roll of duct tape and rip off a piece, proceeding to cover the boy’s mouth as he struggles. “There you go…Now you’ll really learn your place as a dog and appreciate the smell of your master’s ass. If you want to breathe, you’ll need the special fag filter of my asshole, pup!” He sits there scared and confused, moaning under the duct tape and breathing heavily as I proceed to squat over his face and lower myself onto it. He begins to flail around as I cover his field of vision with my big gym shorts. I feel his nose pry between my ass cheeks and his taped-mouth struggle under my weight. Finally, I settle down, putting my full weight onto him and wiggling around in order to get his nose right between my ass cheeks and up close and personal with my asshole, separating it and his nose by 2 thin layers of cloth. His struggles and moans, ironically, feel great on my ass, gently massaging it and blowing cool air onto it. They just make me want more. I grind my ass down harder onto his face, trying to slow his breathing for what’s to come next.
“Okay boy, this is all nice and good, but it’s not the reason I’m using you as my chair. My couch has sucked up a bunch of my farts in the past, but I’ve never really gotten a reaction from it. I’m curious to see what my new chair thinks of Master’s farts…” As I say this, the boy begins to panic, flailing around again and screaming into my shorts, the sounds muffled and the vibrations tickling my ass. In response to this, I hoist myself up, allowing the boy to breathe a final gulp of fresh air before the big show. “Take it in, boy. You’re gonna miss this kind of air in about 30 seconds.” After a sufficient amount of time, I lower myself back onto the boy’s face, my sweaty shorts muffling his moans again and begin to push down. I push and grind and wiggle my ass onto the boy’s face, pressing every last bit of air out of his lungs so that I can fill them up with my special fag oxygen. Finally, after positioning my asshole directly into his nose (I can feel it almost inside), I pause for a second. “Ready boy? Remember, if you want to breathe, this is the only air you get. A true pup’s air, straight from the source.” And with that, I let out a monster fart.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Straight from my ass and into his nose, filling up his lungs and body with my nasty fart. “Yessssssssssssssss boy…take it allll in. I don’t want to smell anything from up here.” He flails around in pain, coughing and gagging on the smell, but not before having inhaled the entire fart. “Phew, boy. I totally forgot that I had Mexican earlier. But I guess, that’s not news to you, huh?”
I continue to grind my nasty sweaty shorts into the pup’s face as he screams and moans. “Oh boy…” I think, “If only he knew what was coming next…”