Your eyelids fluttered open, looking around. You were in John's room, tied up to a chair.
He sat on a desk in front of you, looking at you with a smirk.
"Hey, sis. Sleep well?"
You weakly cried out, turning your head.
"Heh..."
John hopped off the desk, standing in front of you. He brought his hand down, using it to tenderly stroke your brown hair.
"You know..You're pretty fun to tease. I see why Taylor does it so much."
His touch made you happy. It had been a while since any one of them showed even the slightest bit of affection towards you. So having him pet you was admittedly a bit nice.
The boy smiled, taking a seat on your lap.
"Nn! John, please.. No more farting!"
Your mood was soured by his ass hitting your legs. It was a super cute butt, but what came out of it was deadly and downright unpleasant!
"C'mon, Jamie. It's not so bad~"
John puffed out the cheeks on his face, letting a nice and juicy fart rumble from his backside.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLRRRPPPTT
"Nnn..Ha."
He sighed in sweet relief, fanning his butt.
"Hey, Jamie.. Promise me something, alright?"
You unwillingly sniffed up the rancid fart, a groan of displeasure exiting your mouth.
"W-what is it?"
He blushed just slightly, scratching the back of his neck.
"I want you to...Pledge yourself to me. Alright? Become my fart sniffer, and I won't let anyone else mess with you, alright? You might even like it one day, which would be an added bonus."
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