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Sammy was shaking, tied to a chair in the middle of the room. He had already learned to associate pain with arousal and fear with excitement, and indeed as he looked down on himself he saw that damned bulge forming on the crotch of his tight, shiny latex suit that just always gave him away. He was horny and excited. He know what was coming to him; he'd been a very bad slut and made Master angry. Although he couldn't guess the form of his incoming punishment, he knew it was going to be something he would not forget for a long-long time.

It all started this morning, when Master brought him food. A tiny plate of cheap cat food with an ominously thick white liquid spilled over it- not the most appetizing dish, but Sammy had been incredibly hungry, so he started eating. That was when the problem occured; his master (a skunk) had let out a fart in front of him. As soon as the stench hit the little dragons nose he couldn't help but audibly gag, spitting his already disgusting meal back onto the plate.

This of course is not allowed in Eusku's house, the slut has to like every smell coming from his master. Whether it's the sweaty boots, the intoxicating smell of his rubber suit, his mouth and yes- even his farts... Sammy has to like. Disliking, let alone gagging at any stench is a crime not so easily forgiven. He of course got his food taken away and strapped to the punishing chair, and this is where he was now, waiting for the skunk to return with whatever horror he has in mind.

And he did. Sammy was expecting something like a whip or a spanking paddle, maybe some sort of messed up cock and ball torture device? But all his master had in his hands was a latex gas mask, a tube connected to the input.

'You've been a very bad slut... But I believe in rehabilitation more than punishment.' The skunk said, putting the mask on the fluffy dragon's head. 'So instead of punishing you, I'll teach you to like my farts.'

Sammy started breathing heavily. Maybe it was the overwhelming rubber smell oozing from the inside of the mask, or the knowledge that he would soon be inhaling his Master's stench, but he has incredibly pent up and hyperventilating with excitement. He watched the skunk drive the input tube on his ass and waited for the magic to happen.

At first, nothing came through. Breathing in was impossible at this point, the skunk's hairy hole blocked all air from coming through. It only took a few seconds until the first load finally came, loud and proud. It took a second for the slave's nose to process the smell, but once it did, he wished it never did. Sammy has never mushed rotten eggs and spoilt milk together in a plastic bag and left it in the sun for 4 days, but it was the exact smell he was breathing in.

He could not savior the smell for very long though as the next one came in rumbling, and it was entirely different from the first one. An image appeared in Sammy's mind, one of the dumpster fire he witnessed a few years ago. He covered his face with his shirt just to get away from the smell, but it was here again, coming right from his captor's ass straight into his face... And he could not get away from it now.

The slave waited a few seconds, bracing himself for the next load, but the next load just wouldn't come. He moaned inpatiently, as he was never very good with holding his breath. The skunk gas wasn't good smelling by any means, but it was better than suffocating to death!

'What's up slut boy? You want my farts now? Weren't you disgusted by them just half an hour ago?' The skunk teased

Sammy could only let out an uncomfortable moan, he was too embarrassed to say yes, but his air was running out...

'Well you gotta beg for it now! Don't think I would let you leave without getting you to beg for my stench!' His master insisted, looking down at his slave with a grin.

'P-please Master. Farts-' That's all Sammy could say with the remaining air in his lungs before they were completely empty. He sucked, trying to get some air but only collapsed the closed mask onto his face.

The skunk generously pumped a huge fart into the slave's breathing tube, who thankfully panted and whined at his gift. The smell of sewer filled every cell in his body and clenched his thirst for air; it wasn't so bad after all. 'Thank you Master' Was all that he could whisper under his breath, to which his master removed the mask from his head.

'So it only took three farts to convince you! I'm impressed, slut' The skunk said with a twisted grin on his face. 'I hope you've learned your lesson from that. Now repeat after me. I won't gag at Master's smell again!'

'I will not gag at Master's smell again' Sammy repeated in an obediently monotone voice. His time serving as a slave really got him to adapt his brain, and now he truly, from the bottom of his heart believed that he loved his master's farts. 'And I can't wait to smell it again!' He added smiling.

This was his life now. He watched the skunk untie him from the chair and giggled as he ran his hand across on the dragon's bulge. The skunk led him back to his usual spot and cuffed him to his usual pipe, making sure he doesn't do anything naughty while his captor is away. After a quick kiss on the forehead, the skunk headed out of the room. Sammy looked as his master left the room. He could only say a quick 'Bye Master!' before the lights went out and he was left in complete darkness again.