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The Saga of Billy Boy Part 12 - Date Night

As Will and Clay’s new roommate, Frank has weaseled his way into Friday night’s date. Get ready for the foul stench of romance 😈 where you can find all parts of TSOBB

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Clay and I waited on the bench at the bus stop, as Frank leaned on the post looking out for the bus. I appreciated that this stop was in a busy area, so I had a chance to get a little fresh air and a break from having my face in Frank’s ass. Only a little, seeing that I was still face level with Bomber and he doesn’t care how many people are around.

PREEERRRRRT

A few people walking by either chuckled or plugged their nose as we were hit with another blast from Bomber. While I enjoyed these gifts, I hoped the bus would be here soon for Clay’s sake.

My wish came true as the bus approached. Clay and I stood up and Frank gestured for us to enter. “After you, Billy Boy,” he added with a wink.

When I climbed on the bus, I noticed Frank whisper something to Clay. Preoccupied, I found a spot on the bus and sat in the middle. The seat was a tight fit, so Frank and Clay each had to lay a leg over me. Fortunately, there was only people behind us, so no one could see how intimately we were sitting.

PRTRRRT

I felt a short but loud fart erupt from Clay. “Damn, Billy Boy!” Frank yelled loudly, plugging his nose, “can’t you hold it in until we’re off the bus?”

“It sure does stink, Willy.” Clay added, projecting for the whole bus to hear. My face grew red as I quickly put together their rouse. I placed my hands over my growing crotch.

BWRWWRBRWRWRWRWR

An even louder, brassy fart trumpeted for a whopping ten seconds. A feat that could only be achieved by Bomber. Clay could only cover his nose, leaning over to stifle laughter and coughing.

“I told you not to eat that burrito!” Frank chastised, ruffling my hair.

The charade continued until we arrived at the movies, receiving ugly looks and even some words from passengers as they left. I took a deep breath of movie theater popcorn as I led the group off the bus.

As we entered the theater, we realized we were the only ones there. As soon as we picked out our seats, Frank looked at me and Clay, “Billy Boy, hand that popcorn to Clay.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing where this was going. I turned to hand the popcorn to Clay; when I turned back, Frank was bent over with Bomber fully exposed. Frank grabbed my head and pulled it in.

BRRRRRRRT

“Bomber just wanted to give you a kiss before the movie. He’ll let you watch the show, but he’ll be sending you messages,” Frank jiggled his cheeks against my face. I gave a last big sniff before removing myself and sitting back down.

We all sat down, and Frank immediately christened his seat with a fart. In the five minutes before the trailers, Frank managed to fart over twenty times. The whole theater reeked of Bomber’s love.

As the trailers started, I realized I had to pee. I handed the popcorn to Clay and walked quickly to the lobby. When I returned, I found Frank in my spot next to Clay. Frank saw me and said “You didn’t think I’d do all that farting in my own chair?”

I started to cross to sit in the open seat next to Clay, but Frank grabbed my arm. “Bomber was warming that seat up for his sweetheart. You wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

I gave in and sat down into Frank’s old spot. I immediately noticed a damp feeling in the cushion from all the farts Bomber unleashed. The smell radiated here more than ever and my boner raged on.

I noticed Frank and Clay whispering and giggling when I went to get some popcorn. As I started to pull away with a handful, Frank grabbed my wrist. He pulled my hand down to his ass and Bomber sprinkled my popcorn with a fart. I ate the popcorn, as the mix of aroma made for an odd experience. Frank farted on every handful of popcorn I got throughout the movie.

As the movie neared its end, I looked over to find Frank and Clay making out. Frank had each of his hands stroking their cocks. Frank slipped an eye open and saw me watching. “You know what you have to do if you want to get off too, Billy Boy.”

Understanding his order, I put my face between his legs while I slipped my cock out of my pants.

BRRRBBRBRBRBT

I sniffed vigorously as I felt Frank’s balls slap against my forehead. Frank continued to jack himself and Clay off, while I took care of myself.

BBRFPTPPRPRPORBRBRT

Another fart blasts my face forcing me to climax. I finish stroking and start to get up, but Frank forces my head back down.

BRRRRT BBRRRRRT BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRT

Frank and Clay both begin to moan loudly as they cum. Frank covers your hair with his jizz. He begins rubbing it in, dissolving it as if it were hair gel. Frank proceeded to force me to lick up any other cum from myself and Clay.

The bus ride home was empty, so I sat alone as Frank and Clay stood in front of me. Every few seconds, one of them would pull my face in and rip a fart. Mostly Frank.

At home, we headed straight to the bedroom. The farts on the bus had my cock ready for round two. I laid down face up. Frank sat Bomber down onto my face; Clay sat on my stomach with his ass facing my cock. Each ass showered me in farts as I got off for a second time.

Exhausted, Frank and Clay joined me on each side to cuddle as we drifted to sleep.

That I dreamed I was back in the theater with Frank, Clay, Brad, Tony and all kinds of people I’d known in my life. As the screen lit up, I saw myself naked on my knees.

The audience burst out laughing, several people nearby pointing me out. “Tell me what you want Billy Boy” I recognized as Frank coming from off screen.

“I want to sniff your farts, Master Bomber.” I answered in the movie. I covered my face as the audiences laughter soared.

I peaked through my fingers as I saw Bomber come into frame. Makeup had been put on Bomber to make it appear like a woman’s face. The audience erupted as I begin making out with the lips.

BRBRBRBRBBRT

Movie me sniffs and kisses, getting deeper into the crack and covering myself in makeup. I look away from the screen to realize the men around me had stood up and several more were on their way, not a pair of pants in sight.

Recognizing each face, I saw the men of my life surround me. The last thing I remember is the dozens of asses blasting endless farts.

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Hopefully more will be coming soon! 😃

Can’t wait for Part 13? Get in the holiday spirit with Billy Boy in Part 1 of the holiday special here!

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The Saga of Billy Boy Part 10 - A New Smell

Now that Frank has moved in, he's looking to test Will's limits. Read as Will gets a face full of a whole new ass. If you need it, here is a masterpost with links to all parts of TSOBB.

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The next morning, Frank and I had a meeting scheduled with Tony. He wanted to update us on the client he had just gotten back from. Frank knocked on the closed door to Tony’s office. “Come on in.” He called out to the two of us.

Frank opened the door and we were both immediately met with an awful, eggy stench. Having grown accustomed to the various smells Bomber produces, I hid my disgust. Having grown up with Bomber, Frank didn’t show the slightest sign Tony’s office smelled like a gas station restroom that’s never been cleaned.

“Have a seat.” Tony motioned to the chairs in front of his desk. Frank and I sat down and I saw the discomfort in Tony’s face as he began the meeting. “Thank you for joining me. TKRTS had a lot to discuss while we were on site. They’re looking to ex-” Tony paused and tensed, letting his breath out slowly.

“Are you feeling okay, Mr. Romano?” Frank asked, concerned.

“My breakfast isn’t really agreeing with me this morning,” Tony explained. “We have a lot to go over and I don’t want this place to stink… well worse.”

Frank looked pensive. “Your desk raises to a standing position, right?”

Oh no

Tony nodded his head. Frank gave a confident smile, “I think I know what could help. Billy has gotten excellent at keeping our office smelling fresh. I’m sure he’d be happy to help us out now.” Frank said as a fact and turned to me.

Thank God I had a notepad in my lap to cover my crotch, but my blushing face was left exposed.

“Don’t be silly, Frank. I wouldn’t ask… Billy to do that.” Tony defended.

But Frank insisted, “No disrespect, sir, but you look like you could burst any minute. Can we really handle it smelling any worse? Besides, I’ve fully taken over TKRTS work, so it’s okay if Billy misses a few words here and there. I’ll take thorough notes. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could Frank possibly think I’d be okay with this? Tony is an asshole and now I might have to literally smell his. I was speechless as I watched Tony tense up again. He held for a second, but gave in and began to raise his desk to a standing position.

Tony slowly stood up and pushed back his chair, leaving plenty of room for me to lose any pride I still had in this office. “Your hardwork will not go unappreciated, Billy.” He said now looking down on me.

I rose from my chair, continuing to use my notepad to cover my increasingly hard cock. With my head held down in shame, I approached the space between Tony and his chair and got on my knees to be face level with Tony’s voluptuous ass. I looked into his pants, tightly caressing his massive cheeks. The air here smelled stronger than the rest of the room, and, while I may have grown accustomed to the odors Bomber produced, every man produces his own special brew and I was struggling to handle it. Even finding farts sexy as hell doesn’t exactly make them smell like flowers.

I saw Frank peek around Tony to inspect my position. “You won’t catch anything from there, Billy. We learned from experience that you’ve really got to dig in there to keep the smell from polluting the rest of the room.”

“You know better than me,” Tony conceded. “Feel free to press your face in there, Billy. You won’t make me uncomfortable.”

I shot Frank a look and inched closer to Tony’s ass. As I made contact, I began to shimmy my face into the crack, as I had learned to do. The soft material of Tony’s pants wedged into his ass with ease. I wiggled until the aroma of ass grew strong enough that I was sure my nose had found the hole.

Frank must have been watching as I went because as soon as I was nose to hole, he uttered, “that should do it. Feel free to relax and let loose, Mr. Romano.”

I felt Tony’s ass press against my face and he let go of the strain he was holding. His hole pulsed against my nose, as the air he was holding began the journey toward departure. I braced myself and I thought I may have heard an “I’m sorry for this” from Tony, but I couldn’t be certain once the eruption began.

I was nowhere near prepared for the magnitude that Anthony Romano’s ass had to offer. While only lasting seven seconds, his fart felt like eternity. All of my senses were overtaken as the loud blast left his hole. My eyes saw black from the mounds of ass closing them shut. My ears heard the booming roar of Tony’s ass crying out. I smelled and tasted the eggy, shitty, and somehow trash-like stench seeping from Tony to me. All I felt was his now moist bottom engulfing my face. At that moment, there was nothing in my world but Tony’s long, nasty, wonderful fart.

Despite the shocking difficulty, I sniffed up as well as I could out of habit. “God, that felt good.” Tony admitted. “Thank you both for your… innovative thinking. Unfortunately, I think that one has some friends, so it’s probably best for you to stay back there, Billy.”

I rolled my eyes for no one and continued to sniff what was still left behind.

“Billy is doing a great job; I didn’t smell a thing!” Frank declared, solidifying my place for this meeting as Tony’s chair.

“Glad to hear it!” Tony agreed. “Now back to the matter at hand, TKRTS is looking to expand their customer base. They’re aiming to-” but that’s all I was able to hear before

BRRRRRRT

“-which they believe will raise the bottom line significantly. They-”

PSPSPSPRRRT

“-giving them a head up on their competitors. Having this unique-”

FLLRLRLRLRLRLRLT

“-further diversify their market, leading to a-”

BRBRBRBRBRRRRRRSPT

I gave up trying to follow what Tony had to say when I realized I had a full time job ahead of me sniffing his farts. I couldn’t begin to imagine what Tony had for breakfast, but his gas never slowed down. Every minute of that meeting, Tony’s ass blew all kinds of smells into my face and I worked hard to sniff them all up. After fifteen minutes of nothing but Tony’s farts, he finally began to conclude the meeting.

“Well, that pretty well covers everything I wanted to go over with you.” Tony concluded. “I hope you took good enough notes to share with Billy. I can only imagine how much of that he got. But you did a great job today, Billy. I’m proud of your hard work.”

Tony reached down and ruffled my hair, my face still glued to his ass. Perhaps triggered by last night’s festivities, I felt my cock sputter in my pants at his touch. Thank God I still had my notepad.

Frank and I left Tony’s office and I immediately turned on him. “What the hell was that about?!”

“What do you mean?” Frank asked, innocently.

“How in the world could you think I would’ve been okay with that?!” I countered. “What we do is between us.”

“You’re right,” Frank receded. “I just thought Tony would never take our arrangement seriously if he didn’t see it for himself, one way or another. And by the look of that puddle in your pants that you can’t hide from me, you didn’t exactly hate your time in there.”

I realized I had gotten lazy covering my crotch and quickly covered it with my notepad on the off chance we ran into Brad. “I guess you’re right about the arrangement… but I only sniff your farts, okay? We have a good story going since you have a condition, but I’d hate for them to get suspicious as to why I’m willing to do it.”

“That’s fair,” Frank responded. “Besides, Bomber was super jealous the entire time, and I don’t think I can do that to him again.” He winked at me.

I rolled my eyes as we entered our office.

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I couldn’t get the meeting out of my head as I dozed to sleep that night. I dreamt that I was in a dark room. My arms and legs were restrained. I felt a rim around the edge of my face, holding my head in place. A light flicked on to show that my head was facing the ceiling. I also could see Frank, Tony, and Brad looking down on me, laughing. They were in normal work attire, but instead of slacks, they had on only jockstraps.

Tony was the one to interrupt the laughter. “Oh, Billy Boy. I’m so glad Frank has shown us what you’re really worth. It’s about time we put you to work doing what you love.” He lifted his hand to Frank for a high five.

As Frank returned it, Brad chimed in. “My office always reeks of my gas, so I love the new Billy Boy Closet where we can go to let loose.”

“I can’t believe you ever hired him for anything else.” Frank laughed. “Now, he can do what he does best and sniff all our farts.”

All three turned around and I stared into their bare asses complimented by the jockstraps. They each sat down, surrounding my head in awful smells. Farts exploded out of each ass, as I dreamed for hours of endless farts and humiliation.

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More parts of TSOBB coming soon!

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Gassy old man, stinking up his room after a long day

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Animation smears lecture from Chapter 3 or FULL VERSION of my Complete Introduction to 2D Animation which you can find on https://gumroad.com/stringbing

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Jinbe appreciation post

I heavily stan the whale shark boi so here’s some things I love about him

- is big and cuddly. want to hug.

- that one moment where big mom was like “you can’t leave me i’m literally going to take your soul” and he was like “bitch see if i care”? iconic.

- his lil topknot!!!! it’s so poofy!!!

- he has those wooden shoes that remind me kinda of heels??? like how can you walk sis??? absolute legend

- his lil f a n gs. i love them. they remind me of my cat’s

- my boi don’t even need a weapon. he finna bitch slap you with w a t e r

- the part in the fishman island arc where he was telling the crew about Arlong. both he and Nami got an enormous amount of my respect for how they each handled it. and his character development throughout the flashbacks was incredible.

- he’s so committed to his aesthetic?? like every costume change it’s the same exact clothing with a different pattern but he pulls it off so well??? like go off

- seems v strong. can probably lift as much as Zoro and i’m here for it

- sweet, caring uncle vibes- I keep forgetting he was kind of like a mafia boss figure in the Ryugu kingdom cause of how gentle he seems now

- has a cape

- “first son” or “knight of the sea” is such an insanely cool title, like ???? so many great characters have kinda dumb nicknames like “red-haired” (sorry shanks) or “mad monk” but “knight of the sea” is so classy!!!

- can go from “ah i’m not really a confrontational person” to “pull up we gon fight” in less than a second. big mood tbh

- cares a shit ton about his country and would do anything to protect them. reminds me of Vivi.

- his smile??? so precious???? please protect him???

- his ideals and moral code is one of the purest i’ve seen in the series- he really just wants justice for those who deserve it and to help as many people as he can. will stab a bitch though, and i think that’s pretty true to the code of the strawhats.

- them frosted tips lmao

overall very sweet and strong i love him

feel free to add on uwu

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Beer and watersports with Izvy and dad please

i dont have any interest in drinking and i try to avoid situations where im the only sober person around but dads different because as long as he hasnt had to much we can just fuck like usual and he’ll pass out. only problem is his drunk brain thinks since im usually so eager to do piss play with him he doesnt have to break to take a a leak and he doesnt have to warn me either.

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There’s always room for more canines, for they are the best bois~! A pudgy golden retriever is leaning on his german shepherd roommate and telling him how his work day went~! Looks like the big gshep is a good listener and is quite close~

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CW: animal death

People have asked for more interactions between Life and Death. Life is bringing so much color into my comics haha <3

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[Commission] McCree’s Seat

I guess Genji is nice and comfy, everyone wins here!

I got to do this commission for a very cool person who prefers to remain anonymous, it’s been a while since I last time I did such a bootylicious McCree and I really like the results, hope you like it too!

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Mc3 as a Wolf Transient.

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Bull’s Eye

“Vaaashended..” Iron bull cursed. He and the Inquisitor found themselves at a dead end. The room was filled with large steel trimmed boxes. There was no escape.

“We fight then” The Inquisitor drew his sword.

“Not this one, boss. I’m not one to turn away from a fight but we have no exit. The whole base will flood this room if they catch us.” Bull said. He was feeling the wall for hidden doors. Sometimes these bandits were smarter than they looked. He tapped one of the crates. Then another. He found a hollow one.

“Get in boss, we can hide till midnight then when there all asleep we can escape” Bull lifted the heavy hinged lid.

“You first” you said.

“Nah, if they find us I wanna be between you and the sharp edge of a weapon”

Bull lifted you up and set you in. He crawled in after. It was a tight fit for just a single human, let alone a qunari of bull’s swole size. The hatch was heavy though and when it closed it latched. A few moments of squirming and you were as comfortable as you were going to get.

The crate was well sealed, but not airtight. The body heat between you made you and Bull break out in a sweat.

“Boss? You good?"Bull asked.

"Good as I can be at the moment”

“That’s your face I feel isn’t it boss”

You paused. In the wriggling and wiggling to get the lid closed and be in a comfortable position Bull had squat squarely on your face.

“It is” you replied

You couldn’t see but you bet Bull was smiling.

“Shit boss, I wasn’t trying to. Here let me see if I can..” he tried to move. There was no way for his big body to fit inside the crate any other way. The shifting just resulted in his muscular cheeks slapping your nose side to side.

“It’s fine, it’s fine” you said, stopping him.

He stopped. “Hopefully we won’t be in here to long”

The sweat was bad enough, but you were privy to the noxious fumes and odors of Iron Bulls rear.

“Less then four fucking days and here I am giving the Inquisitor the world’s longest Rik'na a'Ishi”

You were picking up a few qunari words since bull joined but that one was new.

“Oh. It’s just a stupid kid thing. Bullies tend to do it to weaker boys in the houses. I think the closest translation in human terms is smell, or stink face. Care to guess why?”

You didn’t need to think very hard. Your nose clued you in. “I can guess Bull. I got a good nose and I don’t think you bathed in a while”

A normal Rik'na a'Ishi would only be a few seconds. Have a friend kneel behind the target, push him so he falls, then rub your ass in his face.

“What’s the point?” You ask.

“Kids being kids; make sure they know you’re the dominant type; sometimes just for a laugh.”

“From the outside I could see it being funny,” you said.

Bull chuckled

“Yeah go on you can laugh"

"No boss, it’s not that. I can feel your breath and it tickles” Bull said.

You moved your face around in the darkness. You notice that your nose has wedged itself in a hole torn in Iron Bulls pants. You traced the curve of his taught skin till it found the hair mangled valley of his cheeks. The Iron Bull was going commando. Your nose jumped over the chasm. The way he had been squatting had peeled the cheeks apart slightly; there was still miles of nutty brown flesh between you and the bullseye.

“You got a hole in your pants I think” you said.

Bull chuckled. “Yeah, that was a good Farakes” He suddenly got real quiet, as if he let some secret slip.

“What’s a Farakas?”

‘It’s nothing boss.“

"Is it like a party?”

“No. Some things are best keep secret boss”

“Well now I really want to know. Tell me what is a Farakas?” You blew out your nose. If Bull wasn’t going to tell you he could expect a lot of tickling.

“I’d nothing. It’s like a belch..” he trailed off muttering something under his breath.

“I didn’t catch that last part; say again?”

“It’s like a belch..but from your ass.”

“You split a hole in your pants with a fart?”

“No, I split it with a good fart.” He shifted again. “It’s bad luck in the quen to say the word fart when your trapped in a cramped place; doubly so if it’s the Bull who has his ass wedged in your face��

You recall your times in the barracks as a soldier, your older brothers and uncles. “Give me some credit Bull, I’m no featherweight mage.”

“Oh boss, I know you’re as badass as they come, but you don’t know how bad the bulls ass can be. You know how Cullen keeps getting reports about a bear roaming around the camp at night but can’t seem to find it?”

You had read the reports. For the past three nights just before dawn the night watchmen had been reporting low and long growling sounds. They were expecting a bear woken from hibernation, but they had yet to find any signs of the creature.

“Those are me,” Bull said. “A sure sign I’m about to wake up is me letting slip with some slow growling juicy ones”

You shuddered “Maybe when we’re back at base we can share a drink and I can experience this legendary beast. From a safe distance downwind that is.”

You heard Bull’s stomach groan. It was the cry of a tortured soul.

“If we have to stay in here much longer you may get to experience it up close. I’m gonna pinch it off as long as I can boss” Bull said.

What felt like hours passed. Guards kept coming in on routine patrols, none the wiser that two stowaways were crammed in one of their boxes. Your shoulder had begun to cramp. You needed to stretch it. With some working you managed to press it between Bull’s legs.

“Woah, boss. Hello.” Bull jerked as your arm ran along something long and rubbery.

You gave it a squeeze. “Feels like some sort of toy snake?”

You heard bull chirp. “Close boss. That’s my toy snake”

You let go, red in the face. “Im sorry Bull I didn’t mean to” “It’s all good boss; I just usually like to know someone more than a few days before we get to the tug of war.”

Frantically you try and think of a way to change the topic, only to fail utterly by asking “So, what’s got you so excited?” You squint so hard. You wish you could slap your own face. Of all the things to ask.

“Well I was just thinking about the last time I ripped one in someone’s face. The chargers and I were on the storm coast. We were waiting for some nobles to finish whatever shit nobles do when they are together. I was leaning on a rock just watching the waves. In and out. In and out. Really hypnotic. Guess I nearly dozed off. Snapped back to life when I let off a real tak’rethanka– the wet roar of a dragon–. Rocky and Grim were behind me at the time. Poor grim took the brunt of the black. Rocky was ok. Nutty dwarf lost most of his sense of smell working with explosives. Grim though. That was the last day I remember Grim talking. Now he just grunts. I think I may have melted something in the guys brain, ya know boss?”

As Bull talked about the past you could feel his big rubbery snake bobbing and weaving up and down over your arm.

“That’s the kinda thing that gets you… excited… bull?” You say.

“Shiiit boss. No one really knows about that. I’m not usually with someone this long talking with them having my ass in their face. I’m into some weird shit aint I boss?” “Bull, if it’s one thing I’ve learned about the world so far, it that there is too much crazy shit to worry about what makes people happy. If it makes you feel good I say do it.” You tell him.

“You’re alright boss. More than all right. Don’t you worry though I won’t let it mess with the job. And i’ll make sure your plenty clear before I let rip” Bull says.

“That’s gonna be kinda hard in here don’t ya think. My face has been wedged in your ass for over an hour.” “I can hold it back boss” Bulls stomach whined again, this time louder. “This is a nasty one though. It’s taking all my willpower to keep the beast at bay.”

“Just get it over with and let it rip. I don’t want you to explode” You tell him.

“Nah I can’t do that boss. This is a real bad one.”

“I know you want to Bull.” “No, no I want nothing of the sort” He tells you.

You reach out and slap his rubbery cock. “Your ardor gives you away. Trust is important, and truth is the basis of trust. You want to do this.”

Bull cursed in qunlat. “You see right through me boss.” He shifted again, “By the way I wanted to ask. That thing you do with your sword when you draw it. Where did you learn that?” “Well it’s a funny story, a few years ago” You start, but you never got to finish the story. As soon as he had distracted you, bulls cheeks let fly with a low rumbling fart. It was like staring into the mouth of a dragon. It washed over you like rain. The entire crate vibrated. Your nose was assaulted with the smell of fresh steaming shit. Bull was a consummate master of the gassy arts. He could have just let things out in one monstrous crack, but he metered it out, just enough to maintain a low droning hum. He caught you mid breath so you were forced to breath in a lung full through your nose. Your eyes watered. Suddenly you knew why Grim may have lost his ability to speak.

The rest was silent.

You and Bull were in a sauna now. The floor was wet with buckets worth of sweat between you too. Bull just let out a sigh.

“I tell you boss, very few things feel as good as letting it out after you’ve held it that long.” There was no answer. “Boss? Are you still alive down there?” You coughed. “…Bull” you weakly groan out. Alive, but possibly barley. “How in the the maker can you make such a thing inside you”

Bull was blushing again. “I know. I know. I’m a master. Bet you regret giving me the permission eh boss?” “Shit no Bull. Out of all the farts I’ve ever been privy to in my life, that one will go down as the most epic, the most legendary. You have my permission to let rip whenever, wherever, you want.” Bull stifled a belly laugh. “I don’t think the camp guards are gonna be happy about that.” “If anyone gives you trouble, you have my permission to sit on their heads. You can even sit on mine again if you ever want” You tell him.

There was a tender silence between you. As if you were both having a conversation about something more meaningful than farting.

“Boss….” Bull said. “Feel free to say no if this is outta line but, after this mess here is over. Do you wanna fuck?”

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