Fart Blackmail
by fetishguy

About a few years after the fart sleeping bag incident, I was 17 and Karl was now 18 and a half. Bobby and I were going to KFC. We had a good time and talked, joked around a lot and got our left overs and went home. On the way home we drive by Karl’s house and see him breaking into his own house. We pulled over immediately and I yelled, “hey man, what the hell are you doing?” Karl was almost in tears and Bobby had to hand him a napkin and tell him to calm down. “The cops have been looking for me. I stole a bike and it was the cop’s niece’s. If they catch me I’m fucked” I told him to get in while we went and sat back at KFC to get the whole story.

“Basically I saw it was a 300 dollar bike and just grabbed it.” Karl went on, “I can’t go home and I sure as hell can’t be found by the police, but I have no where to go man” I got a little scared/mad at him. “Well fuck man, you can stay at my place, my parents would flip if they found out. Bobby chimed in. “You can stay at my place, but under one condition, you have to do EVERYTHING I say…”

Karl hastily agreed and we went to Bobby’s with all Karl’s stuff. When we got there Karl put his stuff in the back room and Bobby smiles and said, “HEY BITCHBOY!” Karl came out confused as Bobby smirked and said “let me tie you up.” Karl looked at her sternly and shook his head no. “Let me tie you up or you can’t stay here.” Confused Karl let her do it. I was kind of annoyed by all her torturing but I feared she would actually call the cops if she didn’t get her way. She was not someone to fuck with.

Karl was tied up head to toe from some rope that was in Bobby’s shed. Laying on the floor he looked terrified. “Please don’t call the cops on me,” he whimpered. Looking down on him Bobby replied, “Oh I won’t, I’m going to fart in your face, but I want you to want it. Tell me you want me to fart in your pathetic face” I had to chime in. “Bobby, no.” I warned. “I’ll tell my mom and she will flip” Karl looked at me and said “No, Nathan it’s okay. As long as she doesn’t call the cops or my mom. Ever.” Bobby smiled, “Just do whatever I say and we won’t have a problem” Karl closed his eyes and whimpered, “I want you to fart in my face”

At that moment Bobby dropped her pants and squatted over Karl. She spread her cheeks so Karl could see her asshole puckering as if awaiting a kiss from a long lost lover. All of a sudden I heard a tssssssssssssssss PLAT PLOP. Karl tensed up as the fart hit him dead on. “Omg….I can taste it” He looked disgusted. Bobby laughed. “You like the taste of my fart you little thief? You think your a bad boy now? ANSWER ME FARTBOY” Karl was in tears now. “No. I do not think I’m a bad boy now” Bobby let her ass cheeks close around Karl’s face and so he was perfectly in her ass. “I’ll tell you whats bad…..PPPPLLLLLLLLRRRRT…..my KFC farts in your fucking face…..PLOP PLOP”

The room smelled rank. I have never seen anyone tortured this bad. Karl was taking it all. He had to. Or Bobby was going to make his life a living hell. After 10 minutes Bobby laid on her side and clutched her stomach. “Ooh god do I love farting in your face. I’ve been waiting for this for so–” and that’s when it happened. I heard a TSSSSSSSSSSSS PLAT! And about a 6 inch poop shot out and landed right on Karl’s right eye. “Long” she finished her sentence laughing hysterically. Karl was completely disgusted and shook his head as rapidly as he could to get it off. But the poo stuck to his face like it was glued there. “I think that’s a sign I’m done for now” Bobby laughed getting the poop off with a tissue, then she laid down and looked at Karl face to face. “I love my new fartboy, does my fartboy love his new fart queen?” Karl whimpered, “please I’ll so anything else.” Bobby slapped Karl’s face so hard it immediately brought tears to his face. “DO YOU LOVE YOUR FART QUEEN YES OR NO!” Karl cried out, “YES! I love my fart queen.”

I got up. “I can’t watch anymore of this. You got some problems.” I said angrily. “You want to do this you do it under my supervision only.” Bobby shrugged, “fine, I am done with him for tonight anyway. You can leave. I won’t do anything else to him tonight, I promise.” I got up to leave and Karl gave me a look that said, “please don’t go” but I had to or it’d be suspicious. But as I walked out the door I sneaked around back to peak in the window. Bobby had put duct tape on Karl’s mouth and was stroking his hair. “I’m so happy I got my own fartboy” Karl looked so scared. “Sorry but you’re going underneath my bed until your feeding time tomorrow, you’re having toast with a splat of fart spread” She giggled as she got up and rolled a whimpering Karl underneath her bed and pulled the covers down as he disappeared.

“We’re gonna have so much fun together”