/soy/ - Soyjaks

"W-where am I?" said the swinnycuck. The floor felt cold under… well, under anything and he wished to understand what he sat on or laid under but his eyes were covered with a stinky cloth! Nate emerged with a devilish grin.
"Welcoooome my dear enemy!," he announced cruelly. "I have decided that this will be a rather… aromantic evening. You and I will spend some… quality time. "
He continued, gesturing widely. A table filled with beans, cabbage, eggs, and all the other things to make any gassiness possible! As expected of a twisted villain Nate began to gorge himself to prepare. Soon an obnoxious first fart escaped, the stench very nearly unbearable. More came in succession. Now it was swinnycuck's turn to endure the assault of gaseous horror!

Swinnycuck let out a wail, realizing the full horror of his predicament… Nate wasn't just going to fart at him, he was going to turn gas into a tool of torment! Nate started with short burst of flatulence directed at swinnycuck's nose and mouth each expulsion filling the air with the foul stench.
"Any requests? Maybe a little bean medley? Perhaps I shall add some cheese!" yelled Nate.
Hours crawled by in a noxious cycle of forced ingestion and gaseous output; swinnycuck's desperate pleas for mercy were met only with Nate's laughter and the symphony of noxious odors.
The swinnycuck said "Pleeeaase…. stop…,." his voice weakening with each blast. "This torturous gas is filling my body!,." But Nate would stop for nothing and he unleashed another powerful, drawn-out eruption to fully ensure his dominance

The swinnycuck, broken and defeated whimpered for the final time and could withstand now moore, falling unconcious….. Nate stood triumphant amongst mounds of noxious and putrid mess.