Tyson wasn't exactly what you might call a rebel. He wasn't the guy who would cause trouble on purpose but he was daring a few things too much. It wasn't like he wanted to be the big guy, you could simply say that he was too cocky. 
The fox-wolf-hybrid made his way to his new job in the gym. He was going to help the customers in several ways, of course training but also tasks like bringing water. 
He was greated by a huge tiger who showed him the gym a bit, before throwing him into cold waters. 
The day was pretty relaxed and the people slowly left the building. 
Tyson and two colleagues cleaned up the place a bit when the tiger came in, panicking. 
Zack, a panther, immediately saw that something worried him "What's the matter, Jack? "
"B-bubble gum is coming! "
"Y-you are kidding, right? " Zack tried to keep a smile but Tyson immediately saw how worried he became too. 
Ricky, a GSD, didn't seem very relaxed too.  Though seeing their reaction, Tyson couldn't help but chuckle about the name. 
"So, who exactly is this bubble? " he snickered more about the name 
Jack gave him a slap "There's no reason for laughing. He's a very mean guy! Even if it is humiliating, your best choice is to follow his orders. That way you will surely survive. I'd give you more information but he's already c-"
He was interrupted as a person entered with loud thumps. 
Everybody got on their knees, expect Tyson. The folf stood there, his face very red from the laughter he was holding back. 
He finally had to give in, laughing hardly. The reason was the appearance of this feared person. 
In front of him stood a pink lion. He had a muscle gut, a yellow mane and... he was made of rubber, like a big pool toy. 
"Hey guys, THATS what you are afraid of?!  Just look at him! He looks so sweeeeeeet, bet his pinky ass even tastes like icing! But I understand why someone would call this balloonie bubble gum! "
The others were shocked and Zack immediately pulled him down
"Quite down, you don't know what you are doing! First, never make fun of him, second bubble gum is what we call him when he isn't here, calling him like that is everything but smart of you and third -"
The lion grabed the canine, looking very pissed. 
He looks at the other three, pointing at the door "You three go away, today I am going to give this runt an pretty good introduction! "

The three immediately ran away, leaving the two alone. 
"You are new here! I can see it due to the lack of both, your respect for me and my scent, plus I didn't see your face until now. The last isn't a problem anymore, we only miss scent and respect. And I will make sure you will have plenty of both when I am finished. 
And just to let you know, my name is Roy! But you will refer to me as master! "
Tyson nodded quickly, his breath and his heart getting faster. 
Roy threw him to the ground and turned around. 
The folf couldn't react quickly enough as the lion pulled down his pants and quickly sat down on the canines face. 
"Listen, worm! You think I am sweet? My ass tastes like icing? Awww, I will make sure that you learn with all your senses how wrong you are! Take a close look! "

The canine struggled to breath. The lion was actually like a pool toy but just way more muscles (made of rubber) and much heavier. 
He was indeed taking a look, seeing how his skin was shimmering due to all the sweat that ran down his body. The salty drops quickly covered the folf's face too. 
Tyson slowly lacked the air to breath and desperately tried to get away. He tried to grab the lions ass and to push his claws into his cheeks. 
The lion realized it and clenched, the muscles in his ass becoming hard like a rock. Of course Tyson hadn't a chance to push his claws in, even if he did, the rubber was way too thick. His claws must have been at least thrice as long to reach the air inside him. 
The more dangerous part however, Tysons snout was crushed between these two rubber muscle orbs. 
"Aww, what's the matter? Mmmh, could it be that you need air? Well, since my ass tastes like icing it has to smell very delicious too, eh? Come on, breath in 8 seconds at once and you get air! "
The folf struggled wildely. He took a small whiff, not prepared for the repulsive smell that hit him. 
He actually expected Roy to stink, one quick look was enough to see how sweaty he was, but his musk overcame all imaginings. It wasn't only his musk though. A very chemical stench mixed up with the musk, it wasn't like sniffing a balloon, the stench actually stinged his nose. 
Rubber stench and musk created a little hell for the canine's nose. 
Tyson hold his breath, refusing to sniff it up. Roy didn't mind that little fight, knowing that the hybrid eventually has to breath. 
He clenched his cheeks a bit more though.  20 seconds into it and Tyson had big problems to keep it up. He stomped on the floor, desperate for air. The lion eventually became annoyed and punched the canine into the belly. This pushed the rest bit of air out of the canine's body, causing him to take a deep breath. 
Unfortunately his snout was forced deep enough into the lion's ass that he was forced to breath through his nose. 
Tyson felt more and more that he needed to breath fresh air. He shivered when he began to breath in again, taking in the nauseating smell. 
"Six, seven. " Roy counted the seconds but Tyson gave up after seven seconds 
"I said eight seconds straight. You better hurry up when you wanna breath! "
The canine hadn't any strenght left, he tried to breath in again. 
"Two, three "
"Five, six. Bet you can't risk another failure, eh? "
"One, two.  You disappoint me! "
Tyson was barely awake. He tried to sniff yet another time but failed after a second. He felt extremely sick from the smell and the lack of oxygen. 
Roy sighed "Ya ain't fighting, even if it kills you? Well, I ain't gonna kill you today. You failed though, don't expect me to give you fresh air! "
He grinned when he took a deep breath, swallowing the air. 
It slowly made it's way into the lion's belly. The new air pushed some of the old one further down. Tyson was seconds away from passing out. His 'rescue' was the air that exited the lion in form of a very sulfuric fart. 
"Sniff up, it comes with a little oxygen too! " He laughs hardly, bombarding his victim with more farts. Tyson felt humilated but he knew that it was his only source of air and so he took a long breath through his nose. 
Sniffing not only musk and rubber but also farts now made him more and more sick. He still hadn't a choice, bearing it and slowly regaining his consciousness. 

"Mmmmh, now let me see how sweet my ass actually tastes! Lick it! "
He balanced a bit different, making it possible for the canine to slightly open his mouth, theoretically allowing his tongue to go out. 
Tyson's eyes widened, of course he wouldn't do something like that. Roy expected it already and stopped his farting. 
It mightn't sound like a disadvantage for Tyson, it even sounds like a big advantage but the lack of fart equals the lack of oxygen. 
"You see where your place is? Forced to sniff fart... Damn, your life literally depends on my farts! You are even at the point where you have to beg for me to blast you with farts! Scum like you isn't even worth my farts! Work for them, earn my eggy farts! "
He laughs loudly, the canine extremely embarrassed. The worst thing, he was right. 
Roy's farts WERE his only source of air, thus his life did in fact depend on them. 
Not less true was the fact that the lion wouldn't waste his farts on him. He blushed deeply, knowing that he really has to work not for fresh air or the end of the torture but for getting farted on. 
Roy grinned when he began to hear sobbing from under his ass, the hybrid starting to cry. Only a few seconds later  the lion felt Tysons wet tongue touching his ass crack. 
The canine got a taste of the lions ass. It was everything but a pleasure and especially far away from tasting sweet. But it was less tortuous than smelling Roy's ass. 
Tyson began to lick from the top, moving down to the lion's hole, stopping there when he was unsure if the lion wanted him to actually do it. 
"What are you waiting for? I promise you, you will taste everything but icing in there! Who knows, you may even find some chocolate!!! " He bursts out in laughter about this comment. 
Tyson's eyes widened again. He knew that he hadn't a choice though, very hesitantly but eventually sticking his tongue in. 
Roy chuckled about the canine's worries. Fortunately they were everything but legitimate. 

"Calm down, boy! All I consume is air and water! Sweat and farts is the only thing I give. Heck, I don't even breath actually, all is converted into farts! "
Tyson calmed down and continued to lick. The taste was much more intensive there, making it worse for him to lick. 
The taste of rubber, sweat and fart was still, even if just barely, more bearable than the smell. He began to lick inside the lion's hole. The sweat made it easy for the tongue to glide over the rubber. The more he cleaned, the more resistance the material gave. He eventually licked up everything. The rubber was literally squeaky clean, squeaking with every lick now. 
Tyson was relieved that he finished to lick him. He hoped that he would get air again, feeling the lack of oxygen again. Unfortunately for him nothing happened. 
"...mmmhph! "
Tyson was able to move his mouth a bit but only muffled tones came out. 
"What's the matter, boy? "
"..mmmeed.... mmr... "
Roy grinned "Can't help you till you speak clearly! "
"mmmmmff! mmmmair! mmmmphh! " he began to struggle 
"mmmmnee... d.... ai... r..... I... need... air... "
"Awww, is that so? You wanna have my smelly farts? Beg for them! Praise them! You will get them if you do them justice! "
Tyson blushed deeply, feeling even lower than before. He began to speak in his muffled voice 
"P-please fart on me.... "
....nothing happened. Roy didn't let him have his farts 
"You know, boy, if you don't get farts you have to praise them more. Also, accepting how worthless you are may help too! "
Tyson spoke in a shaking voice "P-please let your wonderful farts flood my nose... "
Again nothing. 
"Please bombard me with your wonderfully eggy farts.... "
Please... I need air.. "
He began to sob again when the lack of air threatened him more and more. 
"P-p-please, master! Bless me with your wonderfully nasty, eggy, sulfuric and massive farts! I'm nothing but a worthless piece of shit! I would be honored to sniff up my master's farts. Smelling like your farts would make me at least a bit worth something! "
Tyson cried, not believing that he put himself in such a low position. Roy enjoyed it though, he wanted him to suffer a bit longer. 
"Mmmmh, that's music to my ears! So tell me, what do you want me to do? "
"Fart on me!.... "
"What was it? I don't quite understand " he said it with a very sarcastic voice. 
"I said, FART ON ME! "
"Mmmh, still don't know what you mean "
Tyson felt both, angry and humilated to speak it out. 
He began to speak in a louder voice "Fart on me, cut the cheese, toot,  tear ass, let them rip, pass wind, let me have an air biscuit, bake, let me hear the barking spiders" his voice became quiter and shook more with every synonym, his anger turning completely into humiliation and desperation. 
"I'll do everything, just pump my lungs up with gas... "

Roy was more than satisfied, his expectations completely exceeded. Roy wasn't a completely heartless monster and the boy wouldn't handle much longer anyways. 
He clenched his fists and his teeth... 
FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRTRRRTTTT 
BRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNT 
FSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST 

Tyson found himself mercilessly bombarded with fart after fart, one worse than the previous. One would've easily passed out to them but thanks to the relatively high amount of oxygen Tyson stayed awake. 
Since it was this oxygen he needed, he sniffed it up. Tyson's strength completely left him. He wanted to trash around but simply couldn't. He took in every tiny fart, his stomach turning around. 

Eventually the lion stood up. Tyson immediately took deep breaths. He still took in a lot of farts but also the first (tiny) bit of fresh air since 30 minutes. 
He pressed his paws against his mouth, jumping up. He began to run, immediately falling since his body wasn't capable of it right now. 
Roy knew what was going on and heaved the canine up. He brought him to a pot plant in the corner where he started to vomit. 
Roy rubbed his back and grinned, proud of the damage he caused. 
"Guess you learned your lesson, eh? "
The canine nodded after emptying his stomach "Ugh...."
"Are you sorry that you disrespected me!? "
The response was another nod. 
"Well, you got your punishment, now you are going to apologize in my way! You may go then! "
He lowered his head "H-how does this way look like? "
"Pretty easy. Show me your locker! "

Tyson gulped when he led the lion into the locker room, opening his locker. 
Roy grabbed the bag in which Tyson's normal clothes were in, putting it on the bench. 
He took out his shirt, his jeans, his jacket and his shoes, spreading them over the floor. 
"Take off your clothes! "
Tyson looked up at him, surprised and wondering what is going on. "E-e-everything? "
"Hell yeah!"
Tyson blushed when he started to undress in front of the lion. On the good side, Roy didn't seem like the kind of bully who would talk to others about his victim's size. 
He eventually stood there, completely nude. 
"W-what now? "
"Take your normal shirt and place it in your arse crack! "
The canine bend down, grabbing his shirt. He then pushed his hand,thus the shirt in front of it, between his cheeks. 
Roy took the hybrid's sport shirt, doing the same. He then bombarded it with a very massive blast. 
Tyson's eyes widened "C-could you please stop that... it will stay in there... "
"Well, guess what I intend to do! Actually... you are going to do it! "he grinned widely. "Don't worry though, I'm aware that a beanpole like you won't be able to fart very much. I just want you to do it with this shirt. Give it a good gassing and you may stop to fart onto your stuff! "
Tyson looked at him, not believing what he just said. 
"Go on, relax and... "
FRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNT
The lion bombarded the sport shirt with some more farts. 
Tyson closed his eyes and tried to relax. He then pushed hard and eventually... 
Pfft 
"What was that? " Roy raised an eyebrow 
"A-a fart of course... "
"Fart? " FRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUURRRRRRB 
"THAT'S a fart! "
The folf pushed stronger, eventually letting a very massive blast out. He was actually surprised how loud it was. A few seconds later something else surprised him. 
Roy began to clap a bit, sniffing the air "Impressive, didn't see that coming. Whipe your ass while the stench is there! "
Tyson gulped, but did follow the advice. That way he had to fart less and his shirt wasn't going to leave this place clean one way or the other. 
The acrid stench of his fart deeply soaked into the fibers. He knew it wouldn't do for the lion. 
The tension left Tyson over the time. It wasn't a situation he felt comfortable with but Roy knew how he looked down there, he already farted in front of him and his shirt was already ruined.  There wasn't anything his gas could worsen and knowing that he lost his inner blockages. 
The following farts were just as bad, if not even worse smelling than his first monster. Tyson couldn't help it but somehow felt a tad bit of proud, even though it just ruined his shirt more. 
Meanwhile Roy grabs the other stuff, gassing out Tyson's clothes very well. Tyson whined when Roy grabbed his expensive shoes too. He placed the opening on his ass and pumped his gas into the shoe. 
Tyson whined but kept gassing his shirt, eventually leaving every millimeter farted on. 

"Put it down and grab your shoe! "
Tyson slowly put his shirt onto the bench and grabbed his shoe. 
"Pee! "
"Wh-what?! "
"I said pee. If you are sorry for being disrespectful, pee in your shoe! Not only that but the other one and your clothes too! "
The hybrid looked at the shoe in front of his sheath. He aimed it at the inside and began to pee in a very thin stream. 
The white fabric slowly turned into a dark yellow. A very musky smell raised up, invading his nose and reminding him that his shoes became ruined. 
When the shoe couldn't soak up more he took the other one. Halfway through his bladder was empty, the stream dying down. 
"M-my bladder's empty... "
"And what's the problem with that? We are in a gym, finding some water bottles shouldn't be a problem for you! "
The lion grabbed Tyson's arm, dragging him with him. In fact they quickly found some water and Tyson gulped down about 2 liter. 
A bit of time passed in which Roy strengthened the stench of farts in the clothes. 
Eventually the canine felt a strong pressure. 
He was quick to take his shoe, covering it in piss. After it too couldn't take more he began to flood the rest. 
He began to drench the normal shirt, then moving to his sport shirt, sport shoes, his jeans and his socks before barely succeeding in covering his sport shorts. 
All that was left was his boxers. 

Of course Roy wanted him not skipping them. 
And so he again drank water and waited. Finally he began to flood his underwear too. 
When they were completely wet, Roy grabbed the folf's bag. He didn't argue and soaked his bag too. 
"Well then, get your clothes on and put your working clothes into the back. You're free to go for now! "

Tyson whimpered when he followed the order. His fur became covered in urine too. 
After he stood there in urine drenched clothes, he began to put his clothes into the back. 
He was going to take the bag to leave. 
"Hold on for a moment! "
The lion took the bag and opened it slightly. He placed it on his ass and farted massively into it. The bag even inflated due to all the gas he pumped into it. He immediately closed it, trapping all of it before putting it in the locker. 
"H-hey! I need to wash these! "
"You ain't gonna do that! We didn't do it for nothing! You will wear these clothes for a month and these... " he points at the bag "...you will never change them! Of course you aren't allowed to wash them! I'll come every day and check it, should you ever wear something else or wash them... Well you saw what I did to a newbie who didn't know about me, imagine what I can do if you willingly disobey...! "


The next days he actually did come to check. Tyson knew that it's the best to follow his orders. 
Roy also made sure to inflate Tyson's bag every day, always leaving his sportswear to ripe in the gas chamber. 
Thus the soaked up stench always reminded him of his place.