Ravi and Patch are a savvy pair of skunks... they asked me to try out some new kit they bought, some gloves and a spreader bar, but I didn't realise the trap till too late, no sooner did I secure the first glove did they both pounce, wrestling me together on the ground as Ravi secured the other mitten whilst the pair of them hoisted me up to the wall and secured the other restraints...I growled angrily and snapped at them, but it didn't stop them fitting the gas mask, my growls and barks became muffled as the rubbery orifice pushed into the end of my muzzle forcing my jaw agape, I could only look on helplessly as they fitted a hose to the end with a Y junction and two other ends...one for each skunk...

Not sure who farted first...not even sure what day it is anymore, I've been moaning for hours as they just barrel fart after fart down those hoses and straight into my lungs, my dick seemed to give away all sense of dignity as it stood unexplainably tall, the flagship of my body as my red rocket throbbed and pulsed with each brap tainting my innards and they just kept feeding me and taunting who could knock me out first...