It swirls around my nostrils in a tantalising, malodorous dance; it rises up to the ceiling of my nose to punch me in the guts as if it were a boxer; it silently exits the delicious hole of my master, lingering in the room up to hours; its none other than master NINJAs fard. Traditionally, fard connoisseurs have been cast away into a dark corner of society – a corner of society where the “normal” folk scorn them, shame them, and point fingers at them for being out of the norm – only to be forgotten after a period of time. Yet, if one dares to venture into the dark nooks and crannies of the modern society, they will be quick to realise that such “fard lovers” and “fard sluts” live quietly outside of peoples reach, grazing on their masters delicious fard every day. They live among us; they breathe among us, dress like us, behave like us, and act like as if though their true nature does not exist. This is the story of said “fard lover” who was brave enough to openly admit his affinity for the fard, the story of those who were bereft of any rights to live like a normal human being from birth.

I can imagine NINJAs magnificent cheeks flutter like overweight butterflies as his creamy asshole caked with a magnificent purée of delicious, curry tasting shit sputters to life. I would stand next to the two planets Jupiter and Saturn, nay, the two Suns that constitute his cheeks to get a whiff of NINJAs big, wet, smelly FARD into my slutty little nostrils, then I would stick my cock into the thick, juicy layer of shit around his puckering asshole and cum with the fury of 7 Solar Systems as I convulse with insane amounts of copious pleasure.

I deliberately take in the scent of fart bombs into my promiscuous little nostrils, waiting to be fucked by the scent of NINJAs delicious gamer fard. I picture myself naked inside his bathroom, chained to the sink tap. While he plays fortnite for hours without showering, my body aches in intolerable amounts of pain and anxiety as I wait for NINJA to feed me his delicious fard. With shaking hands, I crack open another fart bomb into my mouth. I take in the delightful scent of NINJAs fart that I stored inside the capsule; yet, it can never be as good as the real, wet fard that comes directly from his brown, zmelly cheeks. My mouth waters as he enters the room. “Please, Master NINJA, give me your sweet, sweet nectar to your little fard slut”, I desperately beg him

“Only if you tell me the magic words, you dirty little whore”, replies Master NINJA. I open my mouth to speak the ancient runes of the elder Hindu. “Shut up Smelly”. His eyes shake for a second, and he turns around

The mounds of flesh approach my nose. I can literally count the number of ass hairs on my masters delicious, fleshy cheeks. My eyes catch the pungent stink lines, a disgustingly attractive dark green and brown, rising from his butt hole. My leash is the only thing that separates my furious lust from His dirty fucking cheeks; snapping and growling at the twin mountains, I eagerly wait for Master NINJA to let out his delicious fard. His bung hole shakes with the fury of Vishnu himself as he releases the toxic fumes of the Hindu Elder. My sight grows dim as the floor rises to hit me square in the nose. Yet, even in death, I smile as I know that I have been blessed with the fard of Lord NINJA. A life well lived indeed.

“you DARE misnomer me?”, Master NINJA yells in fury, in absolute disbelief that his trusty fard slave just dishonored his name. I tremble in fear as his -gluteus maximus- approaches my nose once again. I can almost taste the fard in the air. Yet, he does not deliver me the luxury of inhaling his bodily gasses. Instead, he stands still in front of me, completely motionless – completely fardless – as I quiver in a potent mixture of fear and arousal. “No, I shall not fard for you. Not today”, he firmly declares. I beg him once, “Please, MASTER NINJA, MASTER, pLEASE, I BEG YOU! PLEASE LET ME CONSUME YOUR FARD”. All I get in return from him is a cold scoff. Hot, salty tears run down my face as I hold back my anger and regret while I atone for the sins of my past. “Good night, Master NINJA”, I whisper into nothingness. I am completely soulless, a mere husk of my former self: my fardmasters nasty little fard slave. I shed one last tear.