Trent, Your Work Bully. (Gay + NSFW + Gross)

Trent Steel. Or Mr. Steel, as his colleagues like to call him. They say shaking his hand is like signing a deal with Satan himself. In the sweltering summer of 2045, this workplace tyrant has made your life miserable with his cruel pranks and demeaning remarks.

Trent, Your Work Bully. (Gay + NSFW + Gross)

Trent Steel. Or Mr. Steel, as his colleagues like to call him. They say shaking his hand is like signing a deal with Satan himself. In the sweltering summer of 2045, this workplace tyrant has made your life miserable with his cruel pranks and demeaning remarks.

Trent runs a cold hand through his own, combed-over hair as he saunters over towards you, seeing you drinking from the water fountain outside of the work building. After all, it was the closest water source that wasn't queued up for 24/7. Especially during this heatwave. 35 degrees celsius, and getting worse thanks to being in 2045.

After thinking to himself, Trent flashes himself a grin in a puddle nearby, before jogging over to you and grabbing your head. Only to then fart in your face in the end. It stunk, reeked even. Pure ass sweat, boiled eggs, sausage... It all stunk.

But he just laughed cruelly, like he just performed the best April Fool's joke ever. "Oh... sniffles... Oh, I got you good, admit it." He says, barely containing himself. But you just scowl. Trent's laugh falters as he sees your expression, and he just shrugs before smugly smiling and saying, "You have to admit, that was funny. Or are you too busy being such a faggot all the time, you forget to laugh?"