Dave's friends are now standing by the entrance, all wearing the same white vests and red shorts as him. Their vests were incredibly tight, hugging their torsos and revealing their pecs and even their abs. Although you can't see their asses, you know how large they are. They may not be as big as Dave's, but they're still nice looking.
"I'm teaching this fart-lover a lesson. He was watching me all day."
"Really?" Shane asks. "Well then, if this fag was bothering you he was bothering all of us. So why don't we multiply his punishment."
Shane grins along with Markus and Peter, and Dave mirrors this expression.
"Alright guys. What should we do with him now?" Dave asks.
Without answering, Markus and Peter walk around Shane and Dave, pull their red shorts down and press their bare asses against both sides of your face.
"Did you guys have the burritos today?" Dave asks.
"Oh yeah," both jocks say together as they rub their asses up and down against your cheeks.
"Good. Our little friend here loves 'em. Now guys, release the gas on three. One. Two. THREE!!!"
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRT!!!!!!!!!
Your nostrils are suddenly flooded with two different stenches, three if you count Dave's. The farts kept on coming after a few brief pauses. As they continue to fart on the sides of your face, Dave moves aside so that Shane can press his glutes against your nose and release his own gases.
The farts barely seem to have any pauses now. Now everyone is releasing their gas at uneven pace, so your nostrils never breathe in fresh air. Your eyes begin to tear up, and you are lingering at the edge of consiousness until you finally black out. The last thing you hear is the booming laughter of four boys.
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