I’ve been stuck in this house for four years now. I miss my family, my house, my freedom. I’m in hell, Master always finds new things to torment me with. I’d been so happy if he would just stop making me eat shit.
I had just finished cleaning the clogged-up toilet with only
my mouth when Master declared he had a surprise for me. The surprise is my
worst nightmare. It’s my son, Chad. But Chad isn’t here to be a slave like me,
no, Chad is here because apparently he’s dating Master.
“You ready for another helping of shit,” Chad asks. And I
find myself eating shit directly from my son’s ass. I now have two masters, and
I’m not sure how my life could get any worse.
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