Would you bring me the hershey kisses from the kitchen? Thanks.
I stand up and follow the asking. But why? Is he too comfortable to go himself?
5 hershey kisses. He grabs the first, than the second, than the third one. He devours all of them.
Don't eat so much! You know what will happen if you don't pay attention.
Zac started to giggle. You're so naive. Do you really think I forget it. I wanna get gassy! As much as possible. Today I was eating so much food. A pizza with lot of cheese, pepper, minced meat, jalapenos and onions. One hour later 2 burritos. Hmmm, yammy. Before you came I ate 4! cherry yogurts. And now the hershey kisses.
Are you crazy?!
Maybe. Said Zac. Do you realized that I'm able to control your will? As I asked you to bring me the hershey kisses I used my new skill. Worried about that? Hell yeah, you should worried about that! I have so many plans with you. I will let you suffering as strong as possible. I read many stories in a farting community. At first I got the shivers how strange and violently many ideas sounded. But then the stories turned me on. Face farting. In underwear. With a bare butt. Sharting. And so on. I'm so excited! I want to try out all possible ways to humiliate you. And you cannot fight against it. Muhahah.
Oh noo! This is a nightmare! It exceeds all my worst fears. In the hands of such an evil boy.
Zac: Hey slave! Bring me the bottle of milk out of the fridge. I wanna force my digestion to run. Hihi.
I followed the order. He calls me slave! Unbelievable. Oh no, he drinks the whole bottle empty. That will be a disaster!
Zac: Oh my gosh! My tummy is totally messed up. My guts are rumbling enormously. You can play alone further. I go in my room.
Maybe half an hour later he comes back.
Zac: I fight against the pressure inside my guts. But now it gets intolerable for me. Let's start my ultimate torture. Come follow me into the bathroom.
A big shabby bath towel lays on the floor. Zac holding his stomach, distorted his face.
Zac: Lay down on the floor. With your face up to me.
I trie to fight against it. But my body does what Zac said. He take off his pants. He is wearing blue boxerbriefs. His butt comes down near on my face.
Oh wait, I forget something. Said Zac. Away with my underwear! I'm not in the mood to spare you.
I moan: Why are you so nasty? Let me go!
No no, I don't wanna hear what you just said. You're my slave. From now on and forever! My bare butt will be your new best friend! No better: My bare butt is your new big love! I wanna hear your longing for my butthole. I wanna feel your love. Use your tongue! Lick across my muddy crack. Kiss my buttcheeks. And my hole. If you don't act like that, I will punish you. I can make the torture get really worst. Do you understand, slave!
He is so damn evil. I'm in the hands of a 12 yo boy who looks like an angel. But he is the fucking most diabolical boy I've ever met.
Yes Master! I will enjoy your torture. I'm excited what is waiting for me.
Zac: Yeah, that sounds good. You understand the game. Ughhh. Now it's really time.
His bare butt get closer at my face. Slowly. He celebrate this moment. After a few seconds his buttcheeks are spreading on my face. He wiggles his butt a little bit. Until he has a comfortable position. And I'm sure he paid attention to place my nose directly in his crack. Good work. The first big fart hit me at once.
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