You couldn't handle the grotesque smell any longer and then....... you black out. Not fully, you're slightly conscious. It's all dark, and, up an down, you're numb. You have no control of any of your body parts, but you can still hear ominous whispers, fumbling, mysterious noises in all your intoxicated blackness. You still have your sense of smell, and that is no gift, because in the hollowness of another mysterious noise came a stench that pushed you further into your state. You felt yourself spiral, spiral down into a cold slumber. You were out cold.
You wake. Your eyes pathetically flutter up and soon you squint from the pain of your retina burning, as they are overcame with a light-bulb swaying above you head. You notice to your left, the mirror, with the cliché studio chair with the stars name on it - "Jake T. Austin"
You remember, the grotesque smell, the fumes, the fumes that put you to sleep, and in sleep you were in danger. And now you find you are bound... and the door swings open.
It's Jake. Wow, you forgot how attractive the teen star was! He was a stud. He had warm, sun-kissed skin and looked good enough to eat, I bet he tastes of musk, and honey. Wow. You are taken under awe by his infatuating effect that you don't notice him approach, his shiny-black denim jeans perfectly fit his every curve, his ass stone cold and tight. It kinda looked like to you, it had been carved from luxury marble by angels.
And that angel's gift, it came closer, and closer, till it was on your face. Jake was sat on your face, and you were ready. He hadn't even farted yet but you were inhaling like mad, the sweet smell of asshole. You nuzzled your nose deep into the fabric, it was heated, it felt right, deeper and deeper trying to break the fabric.
"Oh, ooh, that tickles. Oh, ah-" Jake groans are giggles, surprised at his slave's actions, "what are you doing, do you like me ass? You do? Oh, that's naughty!" The stud asked with an inquiring tone until it all made sense to him, you liked him. You were his bitch.
"If you like that then, sniff up, and sniff up deep!" Jake whispers, and your throat instantly runs dry. Your body turns to ice, you are so uncomfortable but tingling sensations run across your skin at rapid rates. You're excited, but scared.. and then it came. A deep rumbling from the sexy Jake's cheeks, a nauseous stench, you exhaled deep...
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