Sam had been observing what an ass Jake had been lately. Cheating on Marley and going for more and more girls. Sam has no feelings for Marley or any of the girls Jake's been screwing, but it's hurting glee club, and that's where it becomes his business.
After a fun night at a party, Sam managed to slip a knock out drug into Jake's drink and his plan worked perfectly. When Jake woke up, he found himself in the choir room, so everything was blurred. He felt absolutely groggy. He realises he's been bound by the ankles and wrists, and he's been tied to the trophy case. He's immediately careful, as he does not want to break any of the glee clubs trophies.
He looks around the room until, right in front of his face, a giant, firm, creamy ass released a fart right in his face.
The smell hits Jake like a bus, only it smells a million times worse. Cabbage, old cheese, rotten eggs, but nothing really matches the description well enough. He never imagined a human being could smell this bad.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head," says Sam, lifting up his tight blue jeans while Jake tries to force the stench out of his nose.
Sam then places his fully clothed butt in Jake's face and smacks his face with it. "Didn't you hear me, Jake?" The blonde hunk demanded. "Rise and shine."
"What the fuck is going on, Sam."
"Well, I'm about to teach you a lesson. Now I've got good new, and I've got bad news for you. The good news is, you're gonna be my bitch. Bad news is . . ." He suddenly releases a loud fart through his tight jeans and into Jake's face "you're gonna be my bitch."
"What the fuck is wrong with you."
"You are, you douche bag. But not for long. Soon, Ill be your worst nightmare."
He then let's out another wet fart, and Jake can barely breathe. He's gasping for air and his eyes are watering. "Aww don't cry bitch. We'll be here for a LONG time."
FAAAAAAARRRRT!!!