Dave couldn't believe it.  He was five hundred quid down thanks to a bet losing streak and he couldn't afford to pay it.  His only way out now was one more double or nothing bet that he had to win.  Knowing he could never pay this off if it doubled once more to a grand, Dave was relieved when Danny offered a possible out.  One more bet.  If he won, they called it quits and no money changed hands.  If he lost, Danny had something other than money in mind.  Dave was ecstatic to have a way out of the financial ruin this would leave him in he accepted before Danny had even said what he got if he won. Excitedly he grabbed and shook Danny's hand.  "Glad you've agreed, there's no backing out now.  If I win, you sign a contract to become my slave." Danny said, a sadistic grin on his face.  Dave's face fell and his heart sank to the pit of his stomach, "Wait, no.  That's not fair."  Danny looked incredulous, "Not fair?  You already owe me five hundred pound and if you lose again you'll owe me a grand.  You can't afford that and I'd never see my money!  This is the only way out you're getting." an uncomfortable silence sat heavy in the air as Danny's words hit home.  Hanging his head Dave asked, "For how long?" the smile was back of Danny's face, "Until I get bored of fucking with you I guess." there was another pause. "Fine." was all Dave could muster.  "Great!" Dan said, jovially. "Let's get this over with so we can get to your slavery!"  He picked up the PlayStation controller and started to select a new game.  Dave watched the games scroll by, praying for Danny to stop on something he had a chance at winning.  "Here we go." Danny said, "2k18, let's have a first blood match."  There was a short pause before Dave groaned and asked for them to change to something else.  Danny refused, they had played every other multiplayer game and this was the only decent one left.  This is what they were doing.  He'd just have to make a go of it, he couldn't lost this bet.  He couldn't be Danny's slave.  He wasn't sure it was something Danny would ever get bored of and set him free.  The game launched and Danny fiddled with the settings to allow for the first blood match then moved to the character select screen.  Quickly he wheeled round to Brock Lesnar and locked him in, Dave wasn't as decisive.  He scrolled and scrolled through, not wanting to select anyone to give himself more time.  If he locked someone in, he was in the endgame.  Danny rolled his eyes, "Come on man, pick someone.  If you don't hurry up we'll have to call this forfeit and I win." He exhaled, exasperated.  Dave stopped on Seth Rollins and locked him in.  Danny piped up again, "Enjoy your last few minutes of freedom." They braced themselves and the match got under way.
-Match ends-
Dave was distraught, he lost, he was Danny's slave until he decided otherwise.  He watched as Danny walked over to him and laughed in his face, "Oh man, this is going to be great! We'll write and sign the contract later but for just now." he paused, turned round and pulled down his trousers exposing his smooth, bare ass, "Kiss my ass."  Dave froze.  Danny's tight ass hovered directly in front of his face and all he could do was stare at it.  Suddenly it began to wiggle and shake before him, "Hurry up and kiss my ass!" Danny ordered, impatiently but still enjoying the moment. "And not a quick peck either, a proper snog.  Eyes open." Dave swallowed and leaned in for the kiss.  He brought his hands up and took hold of both cheeks.  He closed the final gap of distance and his lips met the soft cheek of Danny's ass.  Mustering as much passion as he could he made out with the left ass cheek of his closest friend.  A few seconds passed before he felt the cheek tensing slightly against his face, like it was trying to kiss back.  Then he heard it.  A fart ripped from Danny's ass, blasting against his face.  Dave recoiled but Danny commanded him to get his face back against his ass and sniff deeply.  He took a deep inhale of the rancid air and began to choke and gag.  Danny laughed loudly, "This is going to be so much fun, you're gonna be waiting ages for me to get bored of this."  Groaning, Dave flopped back against the couch What have I gotten myself into.  He didn't have much time to contemplate before Danny spoke up again, "I want to play your PlayStation for longer and you're in the best seat, so..." he paused and Dave shimmied to the next seat over. "Uhh, not there." Danny chided, "Get on the floor on your hands and knees, I need a footrest."  Dave looked up at Danny from his seat and begged him, "Come on man, please don't-" he stopped as Danny interrupted, "If you don't want to do it pay up." he snapped, holding out his hand. "Thousand pound, please." The look on Danny's face was a mixture of smugness and seething rage.  Dave started, "You know I can't pay that, jus-" he was interrupted again. "Then you shouldn't have kept losing stupid bets, so if you can't pay can you stop dragging this out and get on the floor like a good little footrest?  Or do you want your life to be nothing but my farts in your face?" at that, Dave quickly dropped off the couch and onto his hands and knees, waiting for Danny to sit down and prop his feet up on him. "Finally." Danny uttered as he sat down.  He made a show of bringing his feet up and took his time stretching out and savouring the moment before Dave felt the heels of his barefeet make contact with his back. "Y'know, I might just do that actually. Make you spend the rest of your life with your face jammed in my ass crack, doing nothing but sniff up all of my farts. Could be fun." Danny mused casually. Dave wanted to say something but after Danny snapped at his protests earlier he didn't want to anger him further, if he did what he was told and didn't complain maybe Danny would get bored and let him go.  Danny started up Red Dead Redemption 2 and settled in, getting comfy. This was going to be a long session and a long night. 
Dave's joints had seized up in the 3 hours that passed before Danny decided to get up and stretch.  "Well, that's enough gaming for tonight and I guess I'll give you a break.  Ease you in before we get started properly tomorrow."  as he finished talking Dave felt pressure between his shoulder blades. Danny had sat down on him, using him as a chair this time.  Dave felt his ass tense as he squeezed out a long, silent fart.  The smell engulfed Dave's head as he inhaled the gas, his eyes watering as he gagged.  Danny stood up, laughing and fanning his face.  "Oof, enjoy that. Night."  he left the room, switching off the light and leaving Dave in complete darkness, still on his knees and surrounded by the sickening, ripe smell of Danny's fart.  Dave slowly got up, got into bed and tried to sleep, hoping Danny would have moved on from this by tomorrow. 

Dave woke up the next morning to a liar of chores on his desk:

'Morning fart bitch, while I'm at work today don't think you're getting off easy.  I've got a washing that needs done, the kitchen, bathroom and my bedroom need tidied.  I want dinner ready for me getting home, I left the stuff out in the kitchen.  If any of it's not done you'll be getting punished for disobeying your Master.  No lazing about.' 

For fuck's sake Dave thought to himself, at least it's just chores, hopefully he's too tired when he gets home to do anything else.  He made his way into the kitchen to make a cup of tea to star his day before he got started on his tasks.  Catching his eye in the counter was dinner for the night, tacos. Oh fuck, no.  Tacos made Danny gassy as hell and those things were even more potent than his usual deadly farts, maybe Dave wasn't getting off so easily tonight.  He reasoned to himself that if he did a good job on his duties he'd maybe get a reprieve, yeah, maybe Danny'll be kind.  He finished his tea and got to work.  

First on the list, laundry.  He made his way to Danny's room and grabbed the laundry hamper.  As he opened the lid the smell of sweat soaked socks and stale farts hit him in the face "Ugh, that's disgusting." he tipped the hamper out into the basket and picked it up to take it downstairs.  The top was nothing but dirty underwear. The stench was overbearing.  Taking as few breaths as he could, Dave powered down the stairs and got the stinking basket into the washing machine as quickly as possible.  Bit of powder, some fabric softener, good as gold.  It was only 11am and he had ticked off his first task, he'd be through this in no time and be able to chill the rest of the day.  Might as well do the kitchen seeing as I'm here.  A short half hour later and the dishes were done, the surfaces had been wiped down and the floor had been swept and mopped. This was a breeze. If I keep this up I could be done by early afternoon!  Next, he moved onto the bathroom.  Okay, where to start? He thought to himself Bath.  Dave filled a bucket with warm soapy water and stated going to town on the ring of grime around the tub.  Sweat was dripping from his forehead by the time he got all of the stubborn muck off of the tub but he didn't want to slow down now.  He wiped down the sink and other surfaces, organised the toiletries on their shelves, bleached the toilet and he was done.  Only two tasks left, he thought this was going to be difficult as well.  Okay, I'll get Dan's bedroom out the way and leave the bin until last.  Heading back in to Danny's room, Dave had a proper look around.  It was a pigsty.  The bed sheets were manky, there was other bits and pieces of clothing strewn about, rubbish on the floors and dirty dishes aplenty.  He cleared the dishes out and took them to the kitchen, brought a bag up and packed up the rubbish then got started on picking up the clothes tossing them into the newly emptied clothes hamper.  He stripped the bed and as he bundled up the sheet.  Once again he got the scent of stale farts wafted into his face Fucking hell, does he ever not fart up a storm?  Once the bed was remade he was, with the exception of making dinner, done.  He could go relax and enjoy the rest of his day. 

Once Dave got back downstairs he noticed the washing machine was done.  He slid the basket in front of the machine and opened the door, as he brought out the now clean clothes he noticed something was wrong.  That shirt definitely wasn't green when it went in.  In a panic, Dave scooped the rest of the clothes out into the basket and searched through. Everything that had been white, was now a shade of mint green. There was a green sock in among the laundry that he hadn't seen. Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuck Danny was going to kill him.  Frantically he searched online for a way to fix this. He was in luck, he found one. White vinegar. And they had some in the cupboard. Chucking the green clothes back in the machine, he filled it with white vinegar and turned it back on.  All he could do now was hope that it worked and Dan didn't have to know. 

The green came out a little but Dave didn't have time for a third wash, he hung up what he had and went back to the kitchen to start to cook dinner.  Danny was due home shortly.  Everything was prepped and ready to cook when he heard the key in the door and it swing open, "Slave, I'm home. Come greet your master."  Danny called into the house.  Dave came out of the kitchen and greeted him, "How was work?" he asked "A fucking pain in the ass." Danny answered, "Now get over here and take off my jacket." Dave rolled his eyes but did so, hanging the jacket up in the hook by the door.  "Now take off my shoes." Danny said, lifting his right foot.  Without a word Dave knelt down and slipped the shoe off of Danny's foot.  The smell of sweaty feet invaded his nostrils as Danny wiggled his toes and placed his foot down, lifting his left foot now for the same. As Dave went to stand back up Danny stopped up, "And the socks."  Dave groaned. "What was that?" Danny asked. "Nothing." Dave responded. "Nothing... What?" Danny asked again.  Dave sighed "Nothing, master."  Danny smiled, "That's better." He lifted his foot higher and wriggled his toes in Dave's face.   Dave took the foot in his hands and removed the sock, repeating this for Danny's other foot.  "Now bow down and kiss both of my feet." Dave looked up at Danny at this point, he had avoided his gaze until now.  The twisted grin in Danny's face made his stomach knot.  Slowly, he bent down and pressed his lips against the tops of Danny's sweat soaked feet. The salty taste sat on his lips as he sat back up. "Now you can get up and finish making dinner." he paused, "I'm assuming you've at least started it."  Standing up, Dave responded.  "All prepped, just needs 10-15 minutes to cook."  Danny looked surprised, "Huh, looks like you've done alright today then.  I'm away to get changed, call me when it's ready."  

Danny joined Dave in the kitchen once food was ready, "It's looking good in here." he sounded surprised.  "Thanks, dishes done, surfaces wiped down and the floor was swept and mopped." Dave informed him.  Danny had a good look a round, inspecting the surfaces. "The floor does look cleaner than ever." Dave chuckled, "Yeah, it does." Danny had an odd look in his eyes, "Good enough to eat off of?" he asked.  "Uhh, I guess." Dave replied, thinking the question was a bit odd.  "Then do it." Danny said calmly.  Dave looked at him, eyes wide. "What?" was all he could say. "You heard me." Danny moved towards the cupboard and grabbed a biscuit.  He dropped it on the floor. "Eat off the floor." Dave protested, "Dan, mate, you can't be serious." He saw anger flash onto Danny's face, "I'm deadly serious and I just ordered you to do something. Do it now, slave. On your knees."  Dave swallowed and got down on his knees, he reached for the biscuit. "Wait." Danny said.  Dave was relieved, he had come to his sense and wasn't going to go this far.  But Danny didn't say anything else, he just slipped his foot out from his slipper and stood on the biscuit, grinding his foot into hit to mash it into nothing but crumbs.  Dave's face fell. "Okay, carry on."  Dave leaned forward and started to lick the crumbs up off the floor, when he was done, Danny lifted his foot back, balancing it on the heel, "There's some more here.  Lick them off as well."  Dave swallowed How is he so at ease making me do this. This is disgusting.  He moved in, the smell of Danny's foot filling his nose as he got closer.  His tongue made contact with the soles of the foot, he licked all of the crumbs off that he could see, from the sole of his foot to in between his toes, picking up left behind sweat soaked lint from Danny's socks as he did so.  "Good slave." Danny praised, "Now I can have dinner.  You can go relax while I eat then we can go see how you did with your other chores." 

Dave sat in his room panicking, thinking about what was going to happen when Danny saw his washing.  He heard the stairs creaking as Danny made his way up to go over his chores. Danny poked his head in the door and said, "Right, let's see if I have to punish you for being shit at your chores." he motioned for Dave to get up and follow.  They moved to Danny's bedroom first.  Dave stood nervously as Danny made his way around the room, checking surfaces for dust, checking all the rubbish had been cleaned away and that the bed was made properly.  Danny got down and started checking under things, under his desk was clean hoovered and free from rubbish and clothes, nothing looked stuck under the chest of drawers. Then he checked the bed, "Well what do we have here." he said muffled by the bed above him.  "A dirty sock." he finished as he emerged, holding the sock aloft.  "It's just a small thing, not the end of the world." he said.  Dave felt relieved and Danny's let off, "Yeah I'll get it in the next wash." he offered.  Danny just looked at him confused. "No, you can hand-wash this so that it's done. But before then, take a whiff." Danny laughed as he shoved the sock in Dave's face. Dave winced as the stinking, ripe sock was crammed against his nose, to get the sock out of his face he took a deep sniff and inhaled the thick scent.  Wrinkling his face in disgust as he did so. "Nice.  Now open your mouth and suck on it." Danny commanded.  Dave was dumbfounded, "Wha-" was as far as he got before Danny's dirty sock was shoved into his mouth. It hit his tongue and immediately the salty, sweaty taste of the fabric burst through his mouth. This was disgusting. He wanted to spit it out. He tried but Danny's hand was over his mouth. He did the only thing he could, he sucked in the rancid sock and swallowed down the sweat he drew out of the fabric.  Danny removed his hand and Dave spat the sock onto the floor. "Good, now you can hand-wash it." Danny said moving onto the bathroom.  Again he checked the room thoroughly, he checked the tub for grime, the shower head for limescale and the surfaces to make sure they had been wiped down. He checked to see if the toiletries were organised and a new towel was in place. Then he checked the toilet and, he paused. "Dave, here a minute." Dave moved to him "Y..yeah?" he offered nervously. "Does the toilet look clean to you." Dave gulped and answered "Cleaner." Danny sighed, "Yeah, but 'cleaner' isn't 'clean'. This is still dirty."  He said, pointing to the small streaks left on the bottom of the bowl. "Get on your knees." Danny said authoritatively. "Dan, please..." Dave pleaded. "On your knees and get your head in the fucking toilet." Danny's voice was rising now. Dave said nothing and gently got on his knees before the toilet. Then he lowered his head into the bowl. He felt Danny's hand on the back off his head, pushing him down until his face was inches from the toilet water.  "Keep it there." Danny snarled, removing his hand and closing the toilet seat on the back of Dave's head. Dave sat there head trapped in the now almost pitch black toilet, the slight smell of bleach left lingering. How long was he meant to stay here like this? Then he heard it, he heard Danny's hand touch the toilet handle. He heard it be pulled down. He heard water begin to rush. Then it blasted out of the bowl, splashing the water from the bowl up into his face and up his nose. Water filled his ears as he spluttered to stop form drowning on the water blasting up his nostrils.  As quickly as it began, the flushing stopped and he felt the lid lift. "Out you get." Danny ordered. Dave lifted his head for it to be immediately hit by a towel, "Dry your face and let's go." Together they left the room and moved to check on his final task the laundry.  Dave started to try and explain before they reached the room, "So when I was doing th-" Danny opened the door to the room and froze the, formerly white, now green clothes stood out immediately. "What the fuck happened!" Danny was practically screaming, Dave tried to explain but stammered over words, "Oh, so it was MY fault you didn't check for different coloured clothes before putting the washing on?" quick as a flash, Danny landed a punch on Dave's gut, doubling him over.  Pain shot through Dave's body from the blow, as he was doubled over he felt Danny's arm reach around his neck and gripped him tightly in a headlock.  Cutting off his oxygen.  Danny dragged him through to his bedroom and tossed him to the floor.  Dave tried to say he could fix it but he was too busy gasping for air and choking.  "I warned you that you'd be punished if you fucked up. The sock and the toilet were small things that didn't matter. This is major. Get over to that chair." Danny barked. 

Scared and gasping for air, Dave obeyed and crawled over towards the chair.  "Get behind it and slide your legs under.  Then put your face here."  Danny slid the cushions he sat on forward a little and patted the hard plastic of the seat of the chair.  There was a gap, just shorter than Dave's head, between the back of the chair and the seat on the plastic fold out chair Danny used as his computer chair.  Dave was still struggling for air and was in no position to protest.  He was too weak to argue.  He slid under the chair and placed his chin down on the hard plastic.  He heard Danny move off and search through his drawers before returning to him.  "Stay still and only move if I tell you." he commanded.  Dave felt Danny grab his right leg, bending it until his knee was against the front leg of the chair.  Once Danny was happy with the position Dave felt him begin to wrap something around his leg, tying it to the chair.  "Give me your right arm." Reluctantly, he offered his arm to Danny.  He took it and brought it to meet his leg, his wrist resting on top of his knee, before also tying it to the chair and to Dave's own leg.  This was repeated with Dave's left leg and arm.  His limbs were now all tied up and affixed.  Dave watched as Danny made his way around behind him and started tying something to the pole that joined the back support and seat.  He had managed to get some air back into his lungs and tried to ask what was happening, why it was happening.  Anything.  "Dan, why are y-" he was interrupted.  "SHUT UP!" Danny yelled, exasperated.  "It's pretty obvious.  I'm tying you to my chair.  Your face is where my ass will be.  I've got a raid tonight, I've eaten tacos and you're getting punished.  Figure it out and be quiet."  There was a tense silence between them FUUUCK was all Dave could think as Danny pushed his head forward, pressing the upper part of his forehead against the back of the backrest and pulling the scarf he was using to attach him to the chair tightly across the back of his head.  He tied it to the other side of the chair and stepped back.  "Right, try your hardest to wriggle loose."  Danny commanded.  Dave fought as hard as he could against the bindings but nothing budged.  His legs and arms didn't move and the scarves didn't loosen.  Most worryingly, his head didn't move either and that scarf almost felt tighter the more he moved.  "Good." was all Danny said as he moved in front of the chair, his back towards it.  Dave looked up in horror as Danny's loose fitting pyjama clad ass started to descend toward his face.  It paused, inches from his face.  "Oh, and don't make a sound during the raid.  I need to focus and if the guys on headset hear you then trust me, I can do worse than this." to punctuate his statement Danny let loose a huge fart into Dave's face, the smell enveloped him as Danny's ass dropped the last few inches to his face.  Sealing his face deep in the crack of his best friends ass for the next 5-7 hours.

Danny's ass cheeks tensed against Dave's face as a silent, airy fart seeped out of the asshole that was pressed against his nose, separated only by two thin layers fabric.  An hour and half in to being part of his new masters chair he didn't have the luxury of being able to try and hold his breath. The sheer number of farts bombarding his face made that impossible.  Holding his breath to avoid the smell would've meant never breathing again. Although this most recent fart had him wishing he never had to breathe again. The smell was stronger and worse than any of the countless farts in the last hour, as the smell made its way up his nose and into his lungs Dave couldn't help but gag.  The sound was muffled by the fleshy cheeks that smothered his face but this was still too much for Danny.  Without losing focus as he explained the tactics for the next boss fight he started to get up.  Dave took a deep breath as the ass prison he'd been confined to finally left his face.  The air was still ripe with farts but it was the cleanest air he had breathed for over an hour.  As his eyes adjusted to the light again, Dave could only focus on one thing. Danny's ass still hovered only a few inches from his face. He watched in dismay as Danny hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pyjama trousers. He watched in dismay as Danny slid the trousers down off of his ass.  He watched in dismay as Danny wiggled his boxer clad ass.  He watched in dismay as Danny sat back down.  Dave felt utterly powerless as his face was re-engulfed by Danny's ass.  The feeling of there now only being one, very thin layer of clothing between his face and the soft cheeks of his friends ass was very clear as his face slipped back between them into the depths of his ass crack prison.  As the ass finished swallowing his face with Danny's asshole pressed against his nose, separated by only the thin grey boxers Danny now wore, Dave felt everything shift around his face as the ass that was now his world wiggled into place to get comfortable. He didn't break his stride as he explained the tactics for the upcoming boss fight.  He kept talking as a hissing, silent fart seeped out of his ass.  Dave sat, helpless as the heat from the fart burned at his nostrils and eyes.  The smell was toxic.  He tried with all he had to just accept the scent and deal with it as he was forced to deeply inhale the vile fart but he was unable to. He gagged again. He knew repercussions would be coming his way again, he prayed Danny wouldn't drop his boxers this time.  Dave heard Danny angrily smack the mute button on his microphone before starting to stand up. Dave was terrified of what was to come as he looked up at Danny's ass moving away from him before stopping as Danny was halfway up.  The ass hovered above his face for a moment before rushing back towards his face. Danny slammed his ass back into Dave's face with extreme force.  Pain shot through his face.  The pain was compounded as Danny ground his ass hard against Dave's face. He punctuated this with another fart, this one a huge, loud expulsion that ripped in to Dave's face.  It continued like this for the rest of the raid.  Fart after fart blasted into Dave's face.  He wished he would pass out but never felt the sweet relief of unconsciousness. 
 
Dave was relieved when he heard the raid finish up and Danny said goodnight to the rest of the raid party.  Surely Danny would be heading off to bed shortly and he would finally be let out of this disgusting, stinking trap.  Danny sat back and stretched before shoving his ass back in Dave's face and releasing one last, gigantic fart into his friends face, "Right, bed time." he said, standing up.  "Thank christ," Dave said, "I can't wait to stretch my legs out and crack my back!".  Dave looked up at the confused look on Danny's face, "What do you mean?" Danny asked.  Dave started to respond, "Well, I've not been able to move, my legs are sore and my b-" he was interrupted, "Yeah, I get that but you're not getting let loose.  I'm just going to bed."  Dave was startled, "Dude, no! You can't leave me like this all night!" he protested but it fell on deaf ears, "Shut the fuck up!" Danny hissed angrily, "Or do you want me to tie your face to my ass while I sleep?" his eyes were on fire as he stared down at his fart cushion of a slave.  Dave was cowed and didn't respond, "I thought as much." Danny said as he pulled off his boxers.  Dave's eyes were drawn to Danny's cock, he couldn't avert his gaze so he shut his eyes and hoped Danny would just go to bed.  But Danny laughed, "You're going to need to get used to seeing my cock, or are you just jealous?  Is yours tiny?" he laughed again.  He balled up his boxers and told Dave to open his mouth.  Opening his eyes to see why he had been asked this, Dave reluctantly opened his mouth when he saw the balled up boxers, he didn't want to be gagged with Danny's sweaty, fart stained boxers but he was just glad that his new master's slowly hardening dick wasn't heading towards him.  Once his mouth was open wide enough Danny rammed his dirty boxers into it and told him to keep them in there all night or else his punishment would only get worse.  Dave heard the bed groan as Danny crawled into it and he heard the continued creaks and moans of pleasure as his friend watched porn on his phone and wanked vigorously.  He gently cried himself to sleep, the taste of farts and sweaty balls sitting on his tongue.


Dave was woken up in the morning by Danny tapping him on the cheek, "So, I'm going to let you out for a while.  You can go to the toilet, freshen up and make me breakfast.  I guess you can make a small something for yourself.  Then after an hour you're going back in the chair.  Got it?."  Dave nodded as best as his restrictions would allow.  Danny untied him and he stumbled up to his feet, spitting his makeshift gag onto the floor and moving as fast as he could to get to the toilet.  Danny called after him, "One hour!"  Once his hour was up he heard Danny calling for him, "Slaaaave! It's chaaaair tiiiime!".  Dread racked Dave's mind, "SLAVE!" evidently he had taken too long before moving.  He slowly trudged up the stairs to his fate.  As he entered Danny's room he saw his friend stood next to his chair, ready and waiting to tie him into place and seal his fate as a fart absorbing seat cushion for another god knows how long.  Danny patted the chair where Dave's chin would soon be resting, "Come on then, that's a good fart bitch."  Once he was locked back in place, Danny checked his phone, "Phew, just in time!" he exclaimed, slipping his dirty boxers back into Dave's mouth before turning, blasting a quick fart into his now secured face, flipping his dressing gown down from the back of the chair over Dave's face, he stepped away examining the chair.  He was satisfied that no part of his chairs new addition could be seen and left the room.  Dave was in darkness and had no idea what was going on.  Had Danny tied him to this chair and just left?  Was he going out?  Was he coming back soon?  Dave didn't know whether to be happy that his face wasn't immediately between his friend's ass cheeks or upset that he had been tied into this chair for no reason when he could be doing things.  As his thoughts raced he heard the doorbell ring.  He could faintly hear Danny open the door and greet whoever was on the other side, then he heard the person respond.  He knew that voice.  That was Leanne.  Danny's big sister.  Surely Danny wasn't going to let his sister know about this, surely this would be a flying visit, they'd stay downstairs and she'd be none the wiser.  Danny did say he was secured just in time though, was that to avoid Leanne seeing him or so Leanne COULD see him?  Was he covered up and gagged for a big reveal?  Oh fuck, he hoped not.  There was movement on the stairs as two people began to ascend.  He heard the bedroom door open and Danny offering his sister a seat as he sat down on the bed.  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.  He had told Leanne to sit down on the chair he was fastened in to.  This couldn't be happening.  He couldn't handle people seeing him like this.  What would she think of him now?  He could sense Leanne approaching the chair, he could hear her feet adjust as she turned around and he felt the impact of her ass on the chair before him.  There was no pressure against his face for now, she was sitting sideways across it.  "Want anything to drink?"  Danny asked his sister, "Yeah please, got any orange juice?" she replied.  "Coming up!" Dan said as he left the room.  Now Leanne was alone in the room, or so she thought.  Dave sat, covered from Leanne's view and terrified that at any moment she would see a glimpse of him or sit in the chair properly and feel his face against her ass.  What would she say?  Would she call him out for being a pervert before taking in that he was trapped?  Would she just laugh at him?  Would she want to use him?  His spiraling thoughts were interrupted as Danny reentered the room, "Here you go." Leanne thanked him and set the glass down.  "So what did you want me to come over for?" she asked, worried something was wrong with her little brother.  "For something that you're going to love!" Dave could here the smile on his face, Fuck, no please "Lift up my dressing gown."  There was a brief pause, "O...kay." Leanne seemed unsure but Dave felt the dressing gown start to move off of his face Leanne's thick thigh and ass came into view before him, then her thick yet toned stomach followed by her great tits.  Finally he saw her face and her eyes focused in on his face, she looked shocked.  The dressing gown fell back down over his face.  "No way!" he heard her say.  The gown was lifted again and this time thrown out of the way.  She just stared down at him for a moment before turning to Danny and asking, "What's going on?" Danny explained what had happened and that Dave was now enslaved to him until Danny deemed otherwise, he also told her everything he had made him do so far.  Then he confirmed what Dave had been thinking, "You can use him too.  Whenever you want."  Now her focus turned back to Dave, the hunger in her eyes was terrifying.  "Really?"  she paused, "So he's good at kissing ass, huh?" Leanne reached down to Dave and removed the gag from his mouth, upon seeing what the gag was her face scrunched up, "Ewwwww! That's hilarious!" she said as she tossed the dirty boxers aside.  Dave watched as she spun in the chair and presented her thick, soft, jean clad ass to him.  She lifted off the chair slightly, moving back and pressing her ass into his face, "Kiss it." Dave obeyed, he had nothing to gain from being disobedient right now.  Leanne was amazed when she felt Dave's lips press against her ass.  She sat down, smothering Dave fully with her ass now.  "I can't believe this." she said, "Can I take him home with me? Or could I only use him here?"  she bit her lip thinking about it.  "You can take him home with you, but not yet.  I've only just got him and I have more things I want to do.  But I can leave you alone with him just now, I'm going for a cycle."  Leanne got up and hugged her little brother, "You're actually the best brother!" they laughed and Danny left the room.  Dave was alone with Leanne now, scared of what was to come but he couldn't lie to himself, he was also incredibly turned on.  Leanne was hot as fuck.  He watched as she walked back over to him, her eyes twinkling with glee.  She removed her jumper as she reached the chair, revealing a figure hugging crop top.  Dave's eyes tracked her leg as it swung back over the chair and landed on the other side.  She sat back down, facing him this time, "This is going to be fun."

Dave looked up at Leanne from his position in the chair, she was sitting upright and he couldn't see her face past her tits.  He watched as they rose and fell as she breathed, it was almost hypnotic.  He shook himself out of his mini-trance, he knew he had to talk Leanne into letting him go before she also started to take advantage of him.  "Leanne, you have to let me out of this chair." he begged.  Leanne sat forward and looked down at Dave, her auburn hair, falling down around her face.  A quizzical look on her face, "Now why would I do that?" she asked, "I have you exactly where I want you, I can do whatever I want with you.  And we both know you're going to enjoy it." she winked at him.  "No, Leanne, please listen.  I've always had a thing for you, if you untie me then we can-" Leanne cut him off, "Ooooor, I can have some fun while you're all tied up.  THEN I can set you free and we can have some more fun.  We can maybe do something about that contract after that. 'Kay?".  Seeing the playful smile on her face, Dave couldn't help himself.  His brain shut off and his dick took over.  "O... okay."  was all he could manage to say and it was clearly all Leanne needed to hear.  "Great, now you be quiet while I think of some fun things to do to you." she reached down and patted his cheek.  She leaned back and rested her elbows on the desk behind her.  Dave's eyes wandered up her stretched out body as it arched upwards, her breasts facing up at the ceiling.  His eyes were drawn away from perfect tits down to her crotch as it inched towards his face.  He couldn't take his eyes off of it as he willed it to get closer.  "Penny for your thoughts?" Leanne teased as she saw his eyes still glued to her jean covered pussy, she laughed "Maybe later if you're a good boy and do as I command."  Dave stammered over his words, "Cat got your tongue? Or do you wish it was my pussy that had it?" she laughed again, "Well, let's give at a good warm up."  With that she stood up and moved over to sit on Danny's bed.  Dave watched her leave his line of sight but before long, her bare feet came back into view and came to rest on the chair in front of him.  He watched as the muscles in her feet flexed, her sole stretching out and contracting as she scrunched up her toes.  Her toes extended down onto his face and Leanne playfully wriggled them against his cheeks.  "Now, how about you get this lips warmed up first."  Her toes flexed after each word, "Kiss. My. Feet."  Dave took a deep breath of her feet as she fully pressed them against his face.  He pursed his lips against her sole.  The slight tinge of salty sweat passed his lips.  He savoured the taste with each passing kiss.  Leanne dragged her sole across his face, making sure he kissed every inch of her sole.  She brought her toes down to him, he kissed her little toe first, she moved them across his lips stopping at each toe for its own kiss.  As Dave held his lips against her big toe, Leanne gave him a command, "Make out with it.  Use your tongue." Dave didn't even hesitate.  His lips parted and his tongue came out to meet the underside of her toe.  As soon as his tongue made contact, her big toe shot inside of his mouth, "Suck on it." she ordered.  Dave did as he was told, sucking on her toe as she slowly moved it in and out of his mouth, her toe never fully leaving his mouth.  The taste of sweat intensified as he sucked it from her skin.  He heard Leanne moan as he sucked, his cock getting harder and harder as they continued.  Eventually she removed her toe and brought her right foot to his mouth this time, "Tongue out.  Lick this one." she did the same with this foot, dragging it all over his stuck out tongue, "Really get in there between my toes, if you find any lint from my socks. Eat it."  When he was down, her saliva soaked foot was wiped across his face to dry off.  Her feet left the chair and he heard Leanne get up off the bed.  She got to her knees in front of the chair, "I've always been curious about something." She said as he ducked her head underneath the chair and between his bound legs, "Let's see what we're working with here." he felt her hands take hold of his trousers.  It took some effort but she slid them down, exposing his fully erect penis.  "Well, that's not bad." she said, "Seen better, but not bad at all."  Dave had never felt so insecure and exposed in his life, yet he had never felt more turned on either.  Leanne's fingers gently ran over his cook, gently caressing, almost tickling it.  "We'll definitely come back to this!" she flicked the head of his dick.  Dave winced as her face came back into view over the chair,  "I'll be back in a minute, don't go anywhere."

Dave was torn, while he was enjoying what was happening he wanted to be free from his bonds.  He didn't want to be part of this chair anymore.  He wanted things with Leanne to continue, but outside the confines of his chair prison and free from his contract with Danny.  The door to the bedroom opened, he prayed it was Leanne returning and not Danny back from his cycle.  Something was thrown onto the bed before Leanne stepped in front of his chair once more, this time she was only wearing a tight, black thong.  Dave looked her in the eyes, her dark auburn hair framing her beautiful face.  His eyes moved down her body to her tremendous tits as they sat, almost gravity defyingly perky.  He traced down her body further, her taught stomach swayed back and forth until his eyes came to rest on her wide hips, accented by the blackness of the thong.  "Well, are you sufficiently warmed up?" she asked, seductively.  Dave cleared his dry throat, "Yes!" he croaked enthusiastically.  Leanne crouched down, lent over the chair towards him and kissed him.  Before he could shake off his surprise and kiss her back, she stopped and pulled back, "Good." she smirked.  She stood back up and slowly, seductively slid her thong off, slipping it down her legs and exposing her tight, shaved pussy.  Dave's mouth began to water as he watched her glistening pussy sway before him as Leanne lifted her left leg.  She slid her leg through the gap in the back of the chair.  Her calf and then her thigh, brushing along the side of Dave's face.  Her foot landed on the ground just behind him and she did the same with her right leg and sat down on the chair.  Her crotch sat before him, maybe six inches away.  He could feel the heat emanating from her swollen lips.  Dave felt an intense squeeze as the brought her thighs together around his head and tensed her muscles.  Once Leanne let go, she slid forward.  Dave's cock pulsed as he watched her move towards him.  She stopped just before making contact with his face, "Lick my clit." she ordered.  Dave had to stretch as much as he could.  Leanne closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as his tongue made contact and moved forward again to allow him better access.  Dave took Leanne's clit into his mouth and ran his tongue all around it, sucking and nibbling on it gently.  Leanne let her head roll back, the pleasure coursing through her body took over.  She gripped the hair on the back of Dave's head and thrust her cunt forward.  Holding his face tight against her as she was grinding against his face.  Dave kept his tongue out and try to lick where he could.  He could feel Leanne's clit rubbing hard against his nose.  As she rode his face faster and faster.  Harder and harder.  Dave struggled to breath.  He stopped trying to lick and focused only on breathing the increasingly cum filled air.  Leanne let go of the back of his head and Dave felt a slight reprieve but it was short lived.  Leanne's thick, strong thighs wrapped around his head.  She locked her ankles together and flexed her muscles, forcing his face against her beautiful pussy harder than before.  She leaned back but kept riding.  Dave felt like his nose was breaking from the pressure.  He tried to call out to her, to ask her to stop but he couldn't.  His mouth filled with cum as he tried to speak.  Leanne fondled her own breast, playing with her nipple as she started to scream in ecstasy.  Still faster she rode his face as Dave started to feel faint.  The lack of oxygen as his face was held firmly against Leanne's crotch, the pain shooting through him as his nose was bent out of place and being slammed back and forth, up and down.  The cries of pleasure from Leanne stopped.  Her thighs tightened beyond anything they had before as her body shuddered.  Short sharp breaths were all Dave heard as Leanne orgasmed.  Slowly her legs began to release his head from its flesh prison.  She sat for a moment, pussy still pressed to Dave's face as she regained her composure before retreating and getting up off the chair.  Dave took some deep, gulping breaths as she did so and refilled his lungs with oxygen as Leanne got up and left the room.  Dave sat there, cum covering his face, hoping his nose hasn't been permanently misshaped by his long time crushes pussy.  Leanne returned with a cloth and a smile on her face.  "Well, that was fucking amazing.  I'll be doing that again.  Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked as she knelt down in front of the chair.  "Yeah." was all he could breathlessly manage.  "Good, because it looks like I did some damage.  It's only a little blood from your nose though." she shrugged and started to wipe the cum, blood and thigh sweat from his face.  "Now, I've got another hole that wants some tongue attention but I think we'll untie you for that, yeah?" she smirked.  The scarf behind Dave's head had been pushed down by Leanne's thighs and he was able to nod.  "After that, we can" she paused and looked under the chair at Dave's erect cock, "take care of you." 

Dave was untied and needed some help to his feet, his muscles had seized from the length of time he had spent crammed into his tied up position under the chair. Leanne led him over to the bed, letting go of his arm as she crawled on all fours up the bed, showing off her fantastic, swaying ass. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, "Well, come on then." Leanne leaned forward and stuck her ass up into the air, "Eat my ass!" Dave was stunned.  This was Leanne, thoughts of this had occupied his most intimate thoughts but almost his entire life the past few days had been spent with his face trapped deep in the crack of an ass with nothing but the smell to keep him company. Although, this wasn't Danny's ass, Leanne's ass was big and round, firm yet pliable thanks to years of Judo training and, she was Leanne. His decision was made as he looked down at her perfect ass gently swaying from side to side before him. Dave edged onto the bed. His eyes focused, unwavering, on Leanne's juicy ass.  Leanne bit her lower lip in anticipation. Dave lowered his face and felt Leanne's soft ass cheeks make contact with his face as he pushed between them to her tight little asshole. He reached her asshole with his nose, taking a quick breath, the scent still wasn't pleasant yet it was sweeter than what he had gotten used to recently. Adjusting, he brought his mouth to meet it and extended his tongue. He went to town. Leanne was in heaven as Dave ate her asshole.  Dave felt Leanne adjust slightly as she extended her arm underneath her to start rubbing her clit. This spurred him on as he pushed his face harder into her ass, digging his tongue as deep as he could. He swirled his tongue around her asshole in tight circles, pushing it as deep inside of her as he could. He felt Leanne's whole body quiver as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. Slowly Leanne's legs slid down the bed as she started to lie down flat. Dave kept his face tucked in her ass, feeling her soft ass cheeks close more and more on his face as it got closer to the bed. He gently flicked his tongue over her asshole again. Her ass tensed, gripping his face. He did this a few more times, enjoying the feeling of being grabbed by her thick cheeks. They heard the front door open and close downstairs, "Well, I guess we'll have to get you sorted some other time." Leanne said, rolling on to her side and moving away from him. Dave watched as she quickly pulled her clothes back on, hopping to force her jeans past her hips. "See you next time." and she left the room. "Wait, but the con... tract." Dave sighed, she was gone and Danny was home.  He had missed his window.

Dave walked into the living room with a plate of bacon sandwiches and a mug of tea for Danny's lunch. He spun through the door as he pushed it open and saw Danny relaxing with his legs stretched out on the couch. He placed the mug of the tea on the side table, handed the plate off to Danny and turned to leave, "Y'know, I'm not ready to eat this yet." Danny said. When Dave didn't turn back Danny called out, "Hey! Get back here." chills shot down Dave's spine Oh god, what could he want now? He thought to himself as he made his way back at his masters request. "Get down on your hands and knees. I need somewhere to put this down." Danny demanded. Save tried to protest, "But what about the table ri-" Danny interrupted, "Are you fucking kidding me? Get on your hands and knees now and don't talk back to me again!" panicked, Dave dropped to his knees and bent forward, "No. Top off." Danny ordered again. Dave quickly removed his t-shirt, exposing his bare skin. The hot plate was placed down on his lower back and he winced in pain. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything other than the heat though it was quickly dissipating. He felt another weight come down on his back as Danny dropped his feet up between his shoulders. "I think you actually might make a better table than you ever did a person. You've actually got a use." Danny mocked, "In fact, a better object in general. Table, footstool, doormat, and your true calling, chair and fart cushion. Don't you agree, table?" he asked. Dave forced a reply, "Yes master." he felt Danny's heel press down between his shoulder blades, "Yes what? What are you saying yes to?" Danny asked again. "Yes master, I am a better object than person. Especially as your chair." Dave said, wanting to cry. "Oh, I've decided what you're going to do today." Danny said casually, Dave's ears pricked up "I feel like I need pampered today so you're going to pamper me! Won't that be fun? I'm talking full body massage with emphasis on my shoulders and feet. And you'll even get a break from being my seat tonight! Does that sound good?" he paused for an answer. Dave piped up, "Yes, it does." he felt Danny remove his feet from his back. They were placed on the floor next to his hand as Danny leaned forward. "What? Do you not like being my seat?" he said, anger hidden behind false concern. Dave panicked, "No, no, no, no, that's not it." he stammered. "Oh, I see. So you DO like being my seat? But want to serve me in another way?" he could hear the smile in Danny's voice. "Uh- yes, I do." said Dave. "Good, because you'll get to be my seat again soon. Tonight though, you're face gets to be my... DING DING DING! Footrest!" Danny announced like a game show host announcing a grand prize. "Now," he said, lifting his plate from Dave's back, "Let's get to it."

Dave sat on the chair on Danny's room, the chair he was usually strapped to, as he waited to start his masseur duties. It felt odd sitting on the chair like this, it felt wrong. For a moment he thought to himself that he should be underneath the chair but quickly moved on from the thought. Before any other intrusive thoughts could take hold Danny walked into the room with a bottle of almond oil, "You better give me a good massage." he said, handing Dave the bottle of oil. Dave looked at Danny as he started to strip off. First he removed his t-shirt, exposing his thin yet toned and defined torso. Then Dave's eyes widened in horror as Danny hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his trousers and his underwear, he slid them off and stood back up. He stood there in his naked glory, his cock and balls framed by neatly trimmed pubes. It took him a moment to take his eyes off of Danny's gently twitching member and looking away, Danny smiled as he watched Dave's discomfort. "Not like what you see?" Danny asked, turning around, "Do you prefer the back then?" he rotated his hips a few times, displaying his cock, then his ass a few times over. "Well? Front or back? Which do you prefer? I want an answer." he stared Dave down. Dave met his gaze and stammered over his words, "I... Uh... Ehm..." Danny interrupted, "Quickly. Front or back?" he spun his hips again to display each as he said them. "Uh... Back?" Dave finally responded. "Hmm, explains why you spend so much time with it." Danny quipped as he moved to the bed and lay face down. "Get massaging." his voice was muffled by the pillows this time. Dave moved to the side of the bed and looked down on Danny's naked back. He rubbed some oil onto his hands and got started before Danny got more annoyed and punished him further. He started with his neck and shoulders, gently rubbing the soft, smooth skin and working on the knots as best he could. Moans of pleasure were starting to escape from Danny's lips, it made Dave a little uncomfortable as his he rubbed the naked body of his former friend and worked his way down his back. Dave had time to think as his hands glided over Danny's back, working their way up and down his spine, gently yet firmly, popping some of the vertebrae, each time causing Danny to moan a little louder. He found himself not only needing to do a good job but wanting to also, he wanted to please his master, If I do a good job, maybe I'll get a reward. He removed his hands from Danny's back as he shook the thought from his head, his only reason for doing a good job was to avoid a punishment, not to get rewards. He just wanted to be left alone. Danny lifted his head slightly, "What's the delay? No slacking!" he ordered, "I think you'd do a better job of my ass and legs if you moved to the bottom of the bed." Dave was jolted out of his thoughts and quickly moved down to the end of the bed. Now he could see everything. As he looked up the length of Danny's toned, muscular legs his eyes came to rest on Danny's ass as it rose into the air like a small hill, and his cock and balls sitting under it, slightly squashed against the mattress. Danny's hips shook back and forth making his cheeks jiggle almost... Invitingly? Again Dave shook the intrusive thought from his head and move onto the bed to reach the ass that waved for him more easily. His hands gripped Danny's ass cheeks and started to rub them deeply, as he pressed hard down on them it was met with Danny's loudest moan yet and from his new position he could see as his cock twitched in time with it. Dave didn't want to spend too much time rubbing Danny's ass, he quickly finished rubbing the soft, round cheeks and began to work his way down again. His hands slid down the toned hamstring of Danny's left leg and worked back up, pressing his thumbs deep into his flesh and rotating them as he did so. He repeated this for his calf and then the other leg before moving on to the feet.

Before he started Danny spoke up again "Wait, I'm going to roll over before you do my feet. And kneel on the floor as you rub them." he said firmly. Dave did as he was told and knelt on the ground as Danny rolled over, he was greeted with a sight he never wanted to see. Danny's cock extended up into the sky, rock hard. "Go on." was all he said as he took his cock in his hand a started slowly pumping. Dave looked down and focused on the feet in front of him, taking the right one in his hands he started to rub. The soft, smooth flesh of Danny's feet felt good in his hands as he worked on his soles and up around his small, delicate toes. Before he could move to the other foot he was stopped, "Lick them." Danny commanded him, he glanced up and saw he was working his cock faster now, his other hand fondling his balls. Not knowing what else to do, he quickly obeyed and pressed his face to the sole of his left foot, extended his tongue and started to lick. The salty sweat of Danny's foot danced onto Dave's tongue more and more as he lapped at the sole. The longer he licked the more intense he became, he found himself enjoying the sensation and the taste of his masters foot. For a split second he worried about this before the enjoyment took over again. His tongue slipped between Danny's toes, the sweaty taste was more intense here and he picked up some lint leftover from his socks as he passed between them. "Suck. My. Toes." Danny squeezed out between short, sharp breaths. Dave pushed up higher onto his knees and took Danny's big toe into his mouth and started to suck on it, "I want. You. Too watch." he managed. The urges had taken over now and Dave looked up, watching as Danny furiously worked his cock now, nearing the moment of ecstasy. Dave sucked harder and harder on the toes until Danny, eventually, came. He came with such force that he screamed out in pleasure as cum erupted from the tip of his dick, landing all over his stomach. Dave waited for Danny's breathing to calm down and removed his toe from his mouth before looking down and way from the sight of Danny's slowly shrinking cock. "Get me something to clean this up." Danny ordered. He grabbed some tissues and offered them to Danny who looked at him confused and said, "I'm not doing it. Clean me up." A quiet "what?" escaped Dave's lips as he stared down at Danny's naked body and his cum soaked stomach, pubes, cock, and balls. He didn't want to do this. "Would you rather I made you lick it off me? Clean it off now!" Danny barked at him. He quickly got to work, wiping the cum off of Danny's toned stomach and soaking up the cum that was nestled in among his neatly trimmed pubes. He wrapped a fresh tissue he wrapped it around Danny's dick and rubbed it around to dry, "Mmm, maybe I should've got you to give me a handjob instead of sucking on my toe." Dave started as Danny said this and quickly moved onto to clean up the cum that had trickled down onto his balls before he got any ideas. Finishing up quickly Dave left the room to flush the tissues away. He stared himself down in the bathroom mirror, he barely recognised himself anymore. He looked tired and beaten down but most importantly, he didn't recognise himself as someone who had experienced the things he had experienced in the last short while. He had gone from never having even thought about being with another man to being used and abused as a masseuse, a chair, a table, a foot cleaner, a fart cushion and now a cum cleaner? He had just grabbed hold of Danny's dick and balls. What else was going to be thrown at him now? He turned away from the mirror, ashamed, and made his way back to Danny's bedroom. "There you are. It's raid time so get under the desk." he didn't even say it in a commanding tone this time, it was casual and Dave didn't hesitate either, he just made his way past Danny silently and crawled under the desk, his head coming to a stop where Danny's feet would soon be. "It's a bit cold so I think I'll put my socks back on." Danny said before sliding his feet back into his sweat soaked socks. Dave looked up as Danny stepped one leg over him and sat down at the computer. The dirty soles of Danny's socks were soon taking up his view. They were soaked with enough sweat to feel wet on his face as they made contact, the smell immediately invaded his nose as small droplets of the salty liquid were squeezed out over his face, up his nose and onto his lips. The rest of the night was uneventful as Danny ignored him for his raid, occasionally slipping his socked toes into Dave's mouth or gripping his nose for the next seven hours.