NOT MY STORY (Original source)
cw: the story does use the f-slur
Zach practically leapt out of his skin when he heard he was the winner. The man couldn’t believe his good fortune. He had done it, he had taken the day off from work so he could sit by the radio all day and listen for when to call in to win VIP tickets to Drake’s upcoming concert. Zach had been a die-hard Drake fan since So Far Gone dropped and was such a Drake stan that it became a source of ribbing among his friends. But Zach had the last laugh now; he was going to get to meet his musical idol.
Zach eagerly counted down the days, crossing them out on his calendar as each one passed, getting more and more anxious as Saturday finally arrived. He got there nice and early, getting the full red carpet, VIP experience. Free food and drinks and he could stand at the very front of the mass of concert goers that packed the arena to see the biggest music star in America.
The entire building was rocking as Drake stepped out, Zach overshadowing the other people up front with the cheering of a true fan. Once the music had stopped, and Zach’s voice was now hoarse, he giddily made his way backstage, several security members escorting the VIP contest winner to Drake’s dressing room so he could spend some time with his fan.
Zach could feel himself shaking from excitement and anticipation, a big wide smile draped across his face as the door marked “Drake” was opened and sitting right in the middle was none other than Champagne Papi himself. The handsome artist smiled, clearly worn-out from his performance, his entire body dripping in sweat, but it didn’t stop him from greeting Zach warmly. “Hey what’s going on man?” Drake welcomed the young man into his dressing room, nodding to the guards who shut the door to let the two of them be alone. Zach could barely speak, far too excited, ready to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Yeah I heard I had a VIP coming to meet me tonight so I made sure we could have a good time together.” The taller, much more built man said.
“Wow, this is so amazing.” Zach said with a nervous chuckle, Drake patting him on the shoulder and returning the laugh. “Oh it gets more amazing.” The gorgeous music celeb said, grinning happily. Suddenly Zach found himself on the ground, staring at the ceiling, everything was happening too fast for him. Drake had planted his Jordans on the side of the man’s face, smirking at him as he twisted his foot down and forced Zach to look at him. “Let me show you how an alpha dominates homos like you.” Drake laughed, grinding the homo’s face that was under his shiny new shoes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. ‘How’d you know I was gay?’ Cause of the way you look at my muscles and crotch, you think i don’t see you lusting after me?.” The handsome Canadian insulted further, smirking as he rubbed over his grey sweatpants-covered bulge while staring at his new fart sniffing bitch.
Drake took his foot off Zach’s head, confident the little fairy wouldn’t try to run away or resist. Regardless, the star was confident he could easily take the miserable homo down despite being exhausted following a raucous performance. Drake squatted, his thick asscheeks stretching his sweatpants to their very limit. He brought his lips to Zach’s ear, whispering threateningly; “I’m going to make you wish you were never born fag.”
Drake stepped forward, his face out of sight for the whimpering, squealing homo lying on the ground before him. The handsome music star’s shoes were on either side of Zach’s face, the boy looking up to see two thick, bubbly cheeks clad in tight grey sweatpants blocking out light like two massive orbs. Drake looked back, smirking some more. “Yeah I see you staring homo. Want an up close view? Who am I to say no to a VIP with the best seats in the house!”
Champagne Papi cackled as he dropped his ass down hard on Zach’s face, grinding into the boy and getting him acquainted with his giant, round asscheeks that most could only see in brief. Few were as “lucky” as Zach was. “Or should I saw I’m going to make you the best seat in the house, right fart sniffer?” Drake put his hands on his thick, creamy thighs as he grounds his ass back and forth along Zach’s face, delivering a brutal stinkface that succeeded in both causing pain to the poor homo and making him whiff the sweaty, musky odor of Drake’s swamp ass.
Zach could barely handle it, running out of air as Drake’s cakes kept him smothered and barely gave him any moment to stop choking on his surprisingly foul buttmusk and get oxygen. “Need air fag? Hold on, lemme help you…” The thick superstar trailed off, a brief gurgle in his stomach alerting Zach as to what was about to happen to him. His screaming and carrying-on picked up, his limbs flailing fruitlessly, Drake’s phattie muffling his cries for mercy. “Yeah, maybe you aren’t as dumb as I thought!” He taunted with a laugh, not holding back as a rumbling, utterly potent fart drilled Zach deep in his sinuses. “Sniff up that air fag! It’s only gonna get worse.”
Drake rose from his seat on little Zach’s face, the dazed and confused homo still choking on fart fumes as he failed to attempt an escape, allowing his once-idol to strip down to a pair of tight white boxers that perfectly scooped up and showed off Papi’s bubble butt. Drake cupped them as he admired his own gorgeous physique. “Most girls get to tongue this ass when I step out of the shower. You get something far more special.” His grin was that of pure sadism, Zach unable to escape his worst nightmare as the two big mounds of meaty Canadian booty smothered him once more, this time with even less layers of protection.
He reached back, peeling his cakey cheeks apart so he could bury Zach’s nose deep in his swampy asscrack, continuously slamming his puckering, gassy anus against the boy’s nostrils. “Sniff that asshole homo!” Drake roared, commanding his slave to huff his assmusk while blasting him with a thick, lengthy guff. The fart reeked horribly, burning Zach’s nose and eyes, stinking like rotten meat that had been baking in the summer sun, nowhere for the gas cloud to go but down Zach’s nose and into his lungs.
Drake sat heavily against his fag’s face, keeping his asshole glued to that nose and farting into it, a seemingly unending stream of hellish flatus pounding Zach’s face. “Think it can’t get worse?” Drake taunted, not expecting an answer as he stood once more, peeling off his underwear so those humungous cheeks could be freed of their cotton prison. Zach looked up at the alpha male in horror; usually such a supple and bubbly ass like that would make Zach drool but with the way it had been smothering him and farting without mercy, only fear washed over the boy. It was meaty and smooth, freshly shaved, but dripped with sweat and threatened to ruin the homo’s sense of smell forever.
Drake’s ass rocketed back downward at chilling speeds, connecting with Zach’s face and creating a sickening SLAM and then a wet, sweaty squelch. “Was that painful, you looser?” Drake asked in sadistic glee, hoping he really hurt his new bitch. “Let’s see if I can’t make it worse on you fag.”
The alpha male stinkfaced Zach hard, ramping it up a notch from when he was wearing sweatpants and underwear, fully nude now and able to practically drown Zach in ass-sweat. Drake continuously rubbed his soft, white-hot, and soaked in sweat anus over Zach’s nose, making sure he could directly inhale all the numbing ass fumes that flowed from it even when Champagne Papi wasn’t farting. With as much sweat that Drake was producing, Zach’s face turned slick and ripe in no-time, the thick music star able to glide his ass around with ease, destroying Zach’s natural scent and replacing it with that of rank booty.
“Fuck, alright, enough of this. Time to make you huff farts. And this time, I’m making sure you vacuum these up that ugly little nose.” Drake pressed back hard, finding Zach’s nose and keeping his anus pressed flush to it, opening those puckering lips so they could eat up the boy’s nostrils. “Oh fuck yes! Just like that fag!” Drake moaned as he felt the tip of his slave’s nostrils press into his anus, immediately rewarding Zach with a hot, fresh fart. It reeked of death, something that would ordinarily clear a room instead flowing directly into Zach’s nose and down inside his body. “You make such a good fart cushion. Maybe I’ll just keep you on in that role!” The Canadian teased, following his taunt with another fart, this one longer and louder, threatening to blow out Zach’s eardrums as it went on and on until it finally ceased after 15 brutal seconds.
Zach felt his braincells melting as Drake’s brutally ripe and rotten fart fumes decimated his will to fight back and resist the cakey yet gassy booty that was covering his entire face. “Put your tongue in my ass. Now!” Drake ordered, giving an open-palm tap on his bitch’s nuts to let him know he was serious. Zach whimpered like a dying animal as he opened wide and pressed his cool, wet tongue into Drake’s hot and moist anus. “Fuck!” He cried in immense pleasure as the feeling of the fresh tongue being ruined by his destructive anus made him shoot thick hot ropes of cum and simultaneously feed his servant a thick, relentless fart that soared down Zach’s throat and rendered him unconscious.
Drake rose from his seat, panting with relief as he looked down at the passed-out fag under him, admiring the way visible steam lines rose from his face, his hair mussed up horribly and his entire head generally stinking of farts. “Security! Get this homo out of here. And make sure he knows I’ve got another show here in a couple months.”