Luke immediately shoved his feet into your mouth. It tastes deliciously sour, and his toes are wiggling on your tongue.
You try to spit it out, but then Luke pushes it deeper into your mouth. You moan in disgust as you taste his sour feet, and you nearly gag on it.
"Guess what," Luke says cutely. "You're gonna be my bitch. You're gonna taste my feet, lick my pits, smell my farts and possibly even eat my shit."
The air was suddenly filled with an aroma too strong to be farts, but it definately came from Luke's cute butt. He pats his butt and grins at you, his foot still in your unwilling mouth.
Luke shoves his clothed butt in your face, and you can feel and smell the shit mashing up in his pants. He had an accident. To make matters worse, he farted in your face while he had you in this position.
"How you like that?" The cute freckled boy asks.
Luke continued to fart and you felt as though you'd pass out. The shit in his pants was so potent your mind began to lose focus.
"I guess Bertram's cooking does have its up sides," Luke laughs. "It makes the best torture shit."
Luke then lowers his pants, reveals his plump, shit-covered butt and . . .
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