I get over feeling bad for him pretty quickly, "Sorry buddy, I can't pass an opportunity up like this." Jack started yelling at me about being a friend or something ridiculous. Not anyway someone is going to talk to me like that. "You need to learn your place little punk."
I lean over, slide his tiny body behind me into my boxers and press him up against my bunghole. Pushing hard, I let go more toxic clouds of gas right into Jack's puny face. Boy do I have a shitload of gas! I keep farting for what must feel like a lifetime. When I pull him out, I look down on him and explain, "You know that I am a control freak, and that is only the half of it - I never talked to you before about this, but I am totally into s&m and humiliation - this is going to be awesome." Poor guy looks like he may shit himself. I swear he is shaking with fear.
Now, the only big decision is whether I should let the other guys in on this or just keep Jack to myself. I could easily take him home and leave a note that I had to head home for the other guys.
It would be more fun to share Jack with my other friends. The major problem would be if one or more of them was against using Jack like a plaything.
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