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>You squirm and struggle as Bambo pushes your face inbetween his soft, warm buttcheeks.

>Your nose is pressed firmly against his butthole as he lets loose a tremendous fart, you feel his cheeks ripple against you as your nose is filled with the noxious smell of sulfur.

>You're forced to breath in his stench for what feels like ages, growing aroused despite your best efforts.

>His powerful blasts of flatulence slowly turn to small puffs and toots.

>He slowly releases your head, your face now reeks of his musky rump.

>"Phew! You reek!"

>He fans the air in front of his nose, giggling and snorting as the smell spreads through the cave.

>"Fortunately for you your punishment isn't over yet."

>Your heart almost skips a beat as your gaze rests on his slowly hardening penis.

>"Over my knee pet, you still have a lesson to learn."

>Head hung low, you lay yourself over his warm, furry lap.

>You feel his rock-hard cock pressing against your stomach as he places his hand against your exposed bottom

>"This'll teach ya to hunt deer"

>WACK

>His hand comes down hard against your soft cheek, you let out a humiliated whimper as the pain settles in.

>WHACK WHACK WHACK

>Bambo alternates between each cheek, your pained yelps turning to all-out crying.

>After a seemingly endless assault on your poor bottom, Bambo stops.

>His hand soothingly caresses each apple-red cheek as you try to hush your sobbing

>"Now be a good pet and apologize"

>You blubber out an apology, tears still streaming out of your eyes

>"From now on you'll call me master, is that understood?"

>You furiously shake your head, you couldn't imagine disagreeing.  

>Master reaches into the cupboard next to the couch, fishing around inside before pulling something out.

>It's an animal collar!

>There's a gold tag with the word "SLUT" written in big bold letters.

>Master fastens the collar around your neck, making sure it's not too tight or too loose.

>Your cheeks flush bright red as Master pats you on your head, scratching you under your chin and praising you for being such a good slut.

>"Okay stinky, time for your first fucking! On the floor, head down, ass up!"

>You comply, getting into the humiliating position as Master covers his dick with a bottle of lube.

>Master worms his cock in-between your supple cheeks, teasing your ring with the head of his mighty penis.

>With no warning, Master thrusts his cock deep into your subby butt, almost bottoming on his first try!

>You let out a pettyful yelp as he falls into a steady rhythm, burying  his member in you and quickly sliding it back out.

>You can feel his fuzzy balls slap against yours with each thrust, the stench of sweat and cum wafting through the cave.

>"I think I know what my pet wants."

>Master works his fingers under his tale, letting out a couple silent farts for good measure before placing his hand in front of your face.

>"Slut loves the smell of Daddy's tailhole, hmmm?"

>Bambo works his pinky and ring finger into your gaping mouth, forcing you to suckle the musk off them while his other two fingers dig themselves into your nostrils, filling them with the sour stench of his foul wind.

>Your senses are overloaded, the taste and smell of his dirty rear end, the constant thrusting of his dick into your aching bottom, you feel yourself about to climax.

>With a primal roar, Master hilts his shaft deep in your bowels and unleashes wave after wave of his viral seed, the cum oozing deep into your guts.

>The warm spunk gushing into was the last straw, you feel yourself cum as well, leaving an embarrassingly small stain on the rug beneath you.

>Your breathing becomes labored and your whole body turns to jello as blackness overtakes you.

>You awake from your slumber, lying at the end of Master's bed.

>Your face still smells slightly of last nights events, and your ass is aching.

>You contemplate trying to escape, but before you get a chance to get up Bambo enters the room.

>"Finally awake Fart-face?"

>He's wearing his signature green jacket, as well as a backpack and his rifle.

>"You slept through the entire hunt! It was a long day, definitely could use a bath."

>He ditches his clothes, locking his gun away before sitting himself on the bed next to you.

>He grabs you by the back of your head, grinding your face into his armpit.

>"Get going, slut."

>His pit reeks of sweat and musky deer, but you get to work, giving each funky pit a thorough licking.

>You do the same for most of his upper body, down his pecs and belly, down to his crotch.

>You're pretty familiar with his junk by now, so you give him a good cleaning, still tasting the cum from last night.

>Balls are next, the musk rising off of them is unmistakably masculine. You put each nut in one at a time, swirling them around with your tongue and savoring the flavor.

>You fear whats coming next as Bambo turns his body around and presents his dirty rump to you, sweaty and stinky after a days worth of running and hunting.

>You hesitate, but after an annoyed grunt from Master you fear what would happen if you wait any longer.

>You slowly move your face closer to his behind, preparing to take your first taste as Bambo suddenly rams you straight between his cheeks, your nose and mouth lie right against his backdoor.

>The stench is god awful and the taste is about 10 times worse, but you focus on the task at hand.

>Your tongue travels his entire derriere, from his taint to the bottom of his fluffy tail.

>Bambo wedges your head harder against his butt, trapping your mouth right against his pucker.

>You realize what he wants, so you drill your tongue deep into the rank opening, feeling his anus tighten around it.

>Just when you think it couldn't get any more disgusting, you feel a hot air gush through your open mouth and force its way out of your nose.

>Oh god, not that!

>Bambo give a deep, throaty laugh as he lets loose a barrage of squeaky farts, leaving their rancid taste on your tongue.

>You feel your vision become hazy as the foul flatulence fills your lungs.

>Finally Bambo loosens his grip, letting you fall back, giving you one last view of his spit-shined pucker.

>"Dirty slut ain't ya? Whoowee you stink!"

>He plugs his nose and laughs, your face burning from shame.

>"Looks like you've had your fun, time for the main course!"

>Bambo pulls you into his embrace, you feel his massive erection poking your belly.