Fart Slave

“baby, come here” he commands.
i sit still and act like i dont hear him.
i know what he wants.

“do what the fuck i tell you, toilet.”
i can feel his gaze burning into me.
He pulls me down, beneath him
and I can see him above me.

i look up and he’s above me,
turned around opening his ass.
i back up against the wall and he backs up too.
“stop fucking moving, i have to fart so bad.”

i shut my eyes and keep my chin up,
smelling his ass already.
“stick your tongue out, toilet. stick it out!”
he growls as i do as i’m told.

“dont you dare fucking move it
from my asshole no matter what happens.”
there’s a moment of quiet, i always wonder
if maybe he wont be able to let it out. but he always does.

he strains and groans as i hear
the gas travel through him.
i watch and feel him push
his asshole out trying to fart.

i know its gonna be bad.
he starts erupting with gas
and i jump at first, its loud and wet
and i dont want to feel it on my tongue.

“how fucking dare you, ungrateful fart slave.”
he turns around, spits on me, and glares
“you’ll fucking get it for that.”
he is angry now and I can feel that.

he groans and growls a little
while he pushes and soon he starts letting out
long, deep, loud farts stinky as hell
right on my tongue, in my mouth.

the smell is so overwhelming.
my whole world is about him and his gas,
my whole life leading up to me
being his pathetic fart slave.

i shut my eyes and focus
on not moving my tongue even a little,
soon coughing and gagging.
the smell is too much to handle.

“fucking lap at it, like a good pet.” i start licking him;
his asshole, his taint, the underside of his balls.
he groans out with pleasure,
i’m satisfied he isnt angry anymore.

he grinds his ass on my face against the wall
as if he is wiping it on my face.
and then gets up, goes back to his desk,
and keeps working like nothing happened.