Strapped in my tight overall jean shorts , layers of denim trap every wet, protein-shake fart —bubbly, rancid blasts from my bloated gut. I seal my slave's nose right against my big, round ass, no escape . Each rip hotboxes the fabric , soaking it with thick, eggy stench that seeps out hotter and fouler. He gags, chokes, eyes watering, trapped in my layered fart prison . Worse than bare ass.