"Ohhhh I know! How about you lay face up with your head against the arm of that couch over there?" Josh said, with his hands still on your head.
He all but wiped his ass with your face while you were kneeling behind it just now.
"Go on, slave." He barked. "Get your head on the arm chair."
He boldly walked over, still buck naked and hit the arm of the couch he wanted your head on with both of his hands flattened out in an impatient motioning gesture.
"Do it or I'll DM the videos straight to your crush." Josh said.
You felt a tha-thump as your heart almost beat so hard that it ripped straight out of your chest. You could feel a migraine forming in your head from just the sheer emotional toll this was all taking on you. You had no idea Josh was so cruel and sadistic. You didn't want to give in to his demands not only out of disgust, but just out of principal. It was like handing a victory over to a monster.
You got up to start walking over to the couch.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Slaves don't walk in their master's presence. You can crawl, though." Josh said. "Go ahead, give crawling a shot, butt boy."
You glanced over at him to see if he was serious, and gave him a "really?" look. He responded by simply pointing to the floor.
Embarrassed you got on your hands and knees, crawling your way to the couch.
"Thaaaaaat's it." Josh said. "Right where I want you."
Josh took a few steps forward until he was near your right side and started to climb on the couch, facing your feet.
It wasn't long before that same beefy ass was hovering over your face. His ball sack was visibly dangling down in plain sight within your field of vision between his thighs. You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at it anymore, feeling like you might puke.
"Hey!" Josh said, snapping your eyes open.
You saw him looking back at you.
"I want you looking at my ass." He told you.
You stare back up at his ass, and he dropped it down a bit lower and wiggled it right in your face.
"Nice view, right?" Josh asked. "Tell me it's a nice view."
"N-nice view, Josh."
"Pffhahahah, whatever YOU say, butt boy." Josh said.
He lifted his ass in the air as high as he could go, hastily slapped both his ass cheeks with his hands and without warning painfully slammed it down on your face.
You felt your nose almost snap and you slightly spasmed out of pain, but that was the least of your worries as Josh began to gyrate his hips and wipe his massive ass all over your face.
"They call this one the pressed ham." Josh said.
You could hear Josh's cackling laughter from above as he rubbed his sweaty rear right in your kisser and grind against your nose like it was his toilet paper. He smeared his ass stench all over you, destroying your personal space, your hygiene and your dignity all in one foul swoop.
"You're gonna be so far up my ass, I'm going to have to shit you out!" Josh said gleefully.
He started to move his ass back and forth now and as he did so you felt his ball sack touch your face from time to time as well as he shoved your head further up his ass the way most people shove a q-tip in their ear.
You could feel his ass developing goosebumps from his excitement and the skin to skin contact. His pubic hairs and crack flesh almost felt seared onto your face because no matter which part of your head was up his ass at the time and no matter how frequently he gyrated his hips you could still feel his ass lingering on you wherever it had already left.
You were completely revolted and put your hands around his waist to try to push him off.
"No, no, no, no, no." Josh said, smacking your hands away. "You're gonna lay there and let me do this, or I'm going to ruin your life. Don't try me." He laughed. "Don't even TEMPT me."
You lowered your hands and Josh continued his assault. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to get out of here, but you couldn't and so you had to fight every basic instinct you had while listening to Josh laugh at you from above. He was supposed to be your friend, but you knew now that he wasn't.
You'd be lying to yourself if you said you could stand practically being toilet paper for his pompous ass but you were hard pressed to decide if the action was worse or Josh's comments.
Josh went from went from enjoying the humiliation you were suffering by making slow motion wiping gestures in the beginning, to the fast paced ones he was doing now. He was moving so fast, it felt like he was twerking on your face. Soon he started rubbing his ass so hard against your face, your whole body was affected and you felt your head fall from the arm of the chair after his balls smeared his musk on your face.
Josh took this opportunity to slam his ass back down squarely upon your head, cross his legs and put his arms behind his head in a relaxed position. He leaned slightly to the left and farted, then rested his buns right back on your face sealing the stench in.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
You coughed and hacked while Josh just lay there on top of you comfortably.
"Did you know in foreign countries they don't shake with their left hands because it's considered offensive. It's considered offensive because that's the hand they use to wipe their ass. Well, I just finished literally wiping mine ALL over your face..." He mocked "so imagine how offensive THAT must be hahahaha!! You probably have some ancestors that are like turning over in their graves!"
"Could you IMAGINE if your father saw this? Oh, right...I forgot to mention, I obviously never shut off the camera so....I can totally send this to him if I want to."
You moaned under his ass as a plea for him not to, and Josh responded by farting again.
"You really don't need to be talking right now, you need to be inhaling my ass whenever its on top of you. Period. You should be taking a HUGE whiff of my farts right now, ass face. I just thought I'd let you know that our little cheek to cheek time didn't have to be our little secret."
You felt like you were going to start sobbing. You had no idea you were feeding Josh more blackmail material this whole time.
You started inhaling Josh's ass, feeling you had no other choice. The majority of his lingering fart was no longer atmospheric heat and stench in the small space between his crack and your face. It was now lingering in your lungs and clinging to your every breath.
You coughed profusely while Josh told you of his new-found plans.
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