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Got way too drunk at the bar last night. A group of faggy guys standing next to me, and I looked at one wimpy looking femboy with a pink watch and said “cute bracelet fag.”

The others made big sounds, going “ooooooo” and laughing.

He said, “thank you this is cute, I know it's impressive when others care about how they look…” and he eyed me up and down, at my plain jeans and gray hoodie.

His friends like that of course. I said, "real men don't have to give a shit because we're not trying to get ass fucked.”

One shook his head, “I swear to god I hate straight men,”

The femboy said “Maybe we should see who's the real men, why don't we have a fight, whoever pins the other for 3 seconds wins”

I finished my swig of beer, “And the real man gets to take the loser as prize. Slaveboy does whatever he wants.”

And the group was shocked, and my friends were shocked. but the femboy smirked, "I could tell you were a kinky one. let's go."

It wasn't even close. not only did his secretly powerful legs wrap around my neck with a moments, but even though he had penned me for 30 seconds instead of three, he spent the entire time dragging his ass closer and closer towards my face and letting out sudden and loud stink bombs

“Ah Skunk him out!” his friends cheered. My own friends were laughing their asses off at me getting absolutely destroyed (my pride, my manliness, and my nostrils) by a faggy twink who kept farting on me.

“Looks like you belong to me, slave boy faggot,” his legs kept me from moving away and his cheeks squished up against my face to let out the last blow

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I blacked out.

…

Apparently, both his friends and my friends worked together to help get me situated in my Master’s apartment. Master has an OnlyFans where he destroys slave noses with brutal farts. I am smothered in his cheeks squished up against my face and held in tight by old tidy whities. My face has disappeared in his deep ass crack, and I feel his guts bubbling for more,

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The brussel sprout stink is only made worse knowing that I’m on camera, and that it’s recording me sniff as loud and deep as I can, and that hundreds of guys are jerking off wishing they could be me. I’m living a fart fetishist’s dream, all for being a dickhead to a queeny femboy.

“Thank you sir,” I have to say loudly for the camera.

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Got way too drunk at the bar last night. A group of faggy guys standing next to me, and I looked at one wimpy looking femboy with a pink watch and said “cute bracelet fag.”

The others made big sounds, going “ooooooo” and laughing.

He said, “thank you this is cute, I know it's impressive when others care about how they look…” and he eyed me up and down, at my plain jeans and gray hoodie.

His friends like that of course. I said, "real men don't have to give a shit because we're not trying to get ass fucked.”

One shook his head, “I swear to god I hate straight men,”

The femboy said “Maybe we should see who's the real men, why don't we have a fight, whoever pins the other for 3 seconds wins”

I finished my swig of beer, “And the real man gets to take the loser as prize. Slaveboy does whatever he wants.”

And the group was shocked, and my friends were shocked. but the femboy smirked, "I could tell you were a kinky one. let's go."

It wasn't even close. not only did his secretly powerful legs wrap around my neck with a moments, but even though he had penned me for 30 seconds instead of three, he spent the entire time dragging his ass closer and closer towards my face and letting out sudden and loud stink bombs

“Ah Skunk him out!” his friends cheered. My own friends were laughing their asses off at me getting absolutely destroyed (my pride, my manliness, and my nostrils) by a faggy twink who kept farting on me.

“Looks like you belong to me, slave boy faggot,” his legs kept me from moving away and his cheeks squished up against my face to let out the last blow

TRTRPPRTPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

I blacked out.

…

Apparently, both his friends and my friends worked together to help get me situated in my Master’s apartment. Master has an OnlyFans where he destroys slave noses with brutal farts. I am smothered in his cheeks squished up against my face and held in tight by old tidy whities. My face has disappeared in his deep ass crack, and I feel his guts bubbling for more,

PRPTRPTRPTPRTPRTPRPTPPP

The brussel sprout stink is only made worse knowing that I’m on camera, and that it’s recording me sniff as loud and deep as I can, and that hundreds of guys are jerking off wishing they could be me. I’m living a fart fetishist’s dream, all for being a dickhead to a queeny femboy.

“Thank you sir,” I have to say loudly for the camera.