Shatterstone college : Devon : Testing a friendship
You watched as the denim jeans descended on your friends face, making contact with his helpless face as he was all tied up. "He gets an hour, then you get an hour!". Devon roared back at you while he settled his glutes comfortably on his rim chair, except with your friend gagged it was less a rim chair and more of a fart Throne. You can see the struggle already begin as his forehead seems to be rotating, his head shifting around to find comfort. Then his shoulders slowly twitch as the situation gets to him psychologically. Devon raises slightly to just show his victims eyes as he laughs. You lock eyes with your best friend, unable to help him despite the watery look of fear he gives.
Then the explosion erupts and snaps the two of you from the staring contest. The fart only lasts for a few short seconds but Devon stays slightly lifted to let you see your friend suffer. His face goes red and his eyes start to rapidly water. "Yes you fucking stupid seat, struggle, there's no escape!" Devon roars as you watch the helpless flails continue. Another fart erupts but this time Devon slams down tight to fill up the little space available in the box. "So how much do you think this little seat can take?" Devon laughs as he looks back at you, multiple more short farts erupting. A few minutes pass and the struggling from your friend stops. "You! Get over here and kneel, face down to see my ass!" You do as he says and kneel behind him, head a few inches from where his jeans lay at his waist.
Suddenly he lifted and all the unsniffed gas rushed out to blast your face with stench and heat. "Fuck...fuck...you're a monster!!" You roar as you fall to the ground and gag. "Yeah I fucking am! But you two are fart sniffers so that's more humiliating." You get back into position after gagging and now look down onto your friends face again, almost unconscious for the gas treatment. "Okay here's a little game for you two." Devon begins speaking as he strips to his bare hole, hairy and covered in thick sweat, clearly not washed in days. "You are going to kneel right there above your subby little friend. I'm gonna sit back down and start farting again. You can choose whether this human embodiment of a fart cushion makes it out conscious or not. Once my fart starts, of you hear my gut rumbling, you can pull my waist up and push your own face foward willingly into my farting hole to take the unholy air. Or, you can just stay semi sane and let your friend handle the whole burden, up to you. Here's a preview!" He laughs as he reaches back and pulls you head in with strong grip.
"Fuck yeah!" He laughs as his fart turns your stomach. The vile winds of thick gas was too much for you to handle but luckily he let go. Sitting back down onto his human seat, he stares back as his stomach rumbles, "Just how much are you willing to take for your friends?"
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