"Oh, sorry Logie, they're slipping," James said as he laughed, pulling down the boxers which were actually hugging his bubble butt.
"PLEASE JAMES!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!!!"
"Will you shut up and take it?" James asked. Soon James' manly, muscled toosh was exposed to Logan. "Your prison awaits, Logan."
James spread his cheeks apart, exposing his stinkhole as he engulfed Logan's face and prepared to blast fart after fart, coating Logan's face with his manly gas. Logan's screams were now renderred to ticklish mumbles within James' ass, and James laughed as Logan's breath tickled his ass.
"Save your breath, Logie. You already lost. You can't beat James Diamond."
His farts were long, rotten, wet and just plain nasty. And Logan could do nothing. No more fanning the stench away, he was trapped beneath James' powerful glutes. He could do nothing but suffer under James' smelly anus. James soon started slamming his ass up and down against Logan's face, flopping it down onto Logan's face. Logan felt the sweat of James' orbs begin to stink up his face. He struggled to push James off, but his struggles were in vain.
James started to get bored, and so he stopped the torture and forced Logan to do his laundry. Logan got the washer started while James relaxed and watched some wrestling. It was pretty much boring, constant bodyslams and chokeholds, stupid drama that was so obviously scripted, until finally something captured his attention. a wrestler's face in the corner of the ring, getting smashed by another wrestler's ass.
According to the announcers, this move was called the stinkface. Soon, James had an idea, and luckily he had a ring in his own private gym. One day he invited Logan there and . . .
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