WHEN YOU GOTTA GO (All 18+)
It had taken three big guards to get my dad down on all fours, but he was successfully gagged, with his wrists cuffed together and then chained to his ankles via a short chain… it was now impossible for him to stand back up on his own. The strange men with heavy accents had taken us from our home in the middle of the night a week ago, both of us defenseless when ambushed in our slumber, and we were now part of a large herd of naked male slaves on a sprawling countryside estate.
After my old man put up yet another fight, our captor had finally had enough of his resistance, and I watched the resulting struggle from a few feet away- my enforced nudity making me shiver despite the warmth of the midday sun overhead. Just a few minutes prior, the Boss- a big, handsome, well-dressed man- had come out of his palace and located us (his newest acquisitions) as we wandered around the lawn, trying to get our bearings. Taking a puff of his cigar, he addressed both of us for the first time, summarily instructing us to “shit.”
After several minutes of arguing, negotiating and finally begging, my dad lost it; he went into a rage, refusing to defecate onto the grass in front of this man until guards were called, and he was on the ground in minutes. The wealthy man came and stood next to me, watching by my side as my father was expertly manhandled by his strong employees.
I watched in horror as a thick garden hose was inserted into his butt hole; he screamed and thrashed, but it didn’t do him any good. Several of the other naked slaves had stopped what they were doing around the grounds to watch, as well as a few other patrolling guards who seemed to be amused. My dad’s large muscles were bunching up all throughout his body, saliva flinging out from behind his gag onto the grass as he screamed with fury. I watched his tummy begin to swell with the invading body of water, the guards gently petting his legs and backside like they were trying to soothe a stressed animal. The chains rattled as my dad fought valiantly to free himself.
After a few minutes, the hose was yanked back out, and his rubbery sphincter remained wide open as all of the fluid came bursting back out with considerable force. My dad could only sob with enraged humiliation as he emptied himself onto the manicured lawn for all to see. The well-dressed man finally strolled toward my dad and smiled down at him. “Now you see… you poop when we tell you to poop.”
The guards chuckled as they continued to stroke his wet, straining body, while his hole closed back up into its normal, tight appearance. Taking another puff of his cigar, the man turned and stared me down, before speaking plainly. “Shit.”
My dad went ballistic again when he saw me spread my legs and squat down obediently. I knew he wanted me to stand back up… but the sight of the thick garden hose in the guard’s steely grip told me to do otherwise. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes… and let it all out.
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