right after he announced that, chris zylka came in through the door and smirked seeing you tied to the couch, ready to receive his farts.
nick and the guards left laughing, while chris came closer to you and slowly undid his jeans.
he then took off his black boxers, held them over your nose and ordered you to sniff.
you complied, seeing as he could easily break your nose if he wanted to.
it smelled a lot worse than you had imagined, you then saw that his boxers had a lot of skid marks on them.
"does that smell good slave'', chris asked already knowing the answer would be no.
"now that i think about it, nick called me while i was taking a dump and i might have forgotten to wipe" chris said laughing.
you then realized that things were only going to get much worse, now that chris was going to torture you
he then shoved the dirty boxer into your mouth and grabbed the tape that was lying on the table next to the couch.
before you could spit the dirty boxer out, chris taped your mouth shut and then turned around to show you his unwashed asshole.
he then uses his hands to spread his cheeks apart and proceeds to sit down on your face.
once he made sure that his hole and your nose were in perfect alignment, he sat down full weight on your face.
you then realized that he wasn't kidding about not washing his ass before he came here, there were bits and pieces of wet shit in his butt.
you immediately started gagging on the smell, it was worse than when nick and the two guards were all farting on you at the same time.
to make matters even worse, you hear a deep rumble and then chris says "aw, mexican food always does this to me, but at least i have you this time so i don't have to worry about the house smelling like a sewer after i'm done"
soon a giant wet fart enters your nose, you gag even more now than before and if your mouth hadn't been sealed, then you probably would have vomited by now.
you struggle even more than usual to get out, but all you get in return is more farts.
"oh that feels so good, i hate having to smell my own farts but that's your problem now and i can have as much mexican as i want cause you'll be there to sniff my farts for me", chris said happily and released another wet fart right in your face.
then the door opens and nick enters all sweaty from his game.
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