It was strange to see a job advert on the fetish site you were a member of. But as you read it, it made perfect sense.
'Videographer/Editor Needed.
You will be in responsible for filming and editing the YouTube videos of a popular body building duo's channel.
Pay: not competitive
Bonus: constant supply of protein farts
Only those with experience (camera not fart sniffing) should apply.'
You checked out the channel to see who they were. Once you saw the two hot muscle men lifting weights in their tight leggings and often nothing else, you made your mind up. The application was completed and sent that very night, you'd never spent longer perfecting a job application before!
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The interview had been your best one ever (Your suit still stinks from it!)
They said they'd had a fair few people apply, but mostly from desperate fags who had no clue of the job. But you, with years of previous roles under your belt, were perfect. They'd asked you lots of questions, nodding along as they made notes.
All through out it there'd be a low boom of a fart. A squeak. Silent pst. Sometimes no noise other than a question being asked, but you'd be hit with the smell before he'd finished asking it.
"We want to make sure you can focus during increased moments of stink", they had warned at the start.
It took all of your will power to ignore the urge to pull out your cock, or crawl under the table and bury your face in like a pig finding a truffle. Somehow you did it. Breathing in each delicious fart, you cleared your mind and answered each question.
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A few months later here you are. One of the team!
Today is a Protein Powder Blind Tasting. The guys are going to see if they can guess the quality of the powder used in each shake.
They'd warned you this was going to be a long day. There'd need to be lots of breaks to let out all the farts from the shakes. The studio wasn't well ventilated so they needed you to get in there and huff it all up before calling action again. Of course you were only too happy to oblige.
It's a shame they'd made a chastity belt part of your uniform, but you'd understood the need. You were a professional, but still only human. There was no way you'd be able to resist touching yourself and ruining each take.
They'd been kind though, at the end of the shoot they announced you'd passed your probation, and as a reward you got to keep the grey joggers he was wearing to sniff and wank over at home. You only made it as far as your car.
