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Chapter #5

His Majesty's royal flush

    by: ~Benjamyn~ Author IconMail Icon
Brendon steps off of the young man and reaches down towards him. The slave, who naively thought he was being let off and was in the process of standing up, cowers on the ground as the giant's huge palm closes in on him. With the doomed slave contained in his balled up fist, Brendon struts past you and the other slaves, unbuckling his belt as he goes. The huge shoes you just polished clean land metres away from you, shaking the ground so that you have to steady yourself, and causing great 'BOOM's with each step. Brendon pushes open the door to his private bathroom and you all watch in terror as the giant stands over his skyscraper of a toilet, drops the slave with a wet 'plop' into the bowl, and drops his jeans, sitting on the seat. You hear distant, echoing cries bouncing off the sides of the toilet bowl. Brendon's lips pout in a silent 'oooh' as he pushes one thick, long sausage out of his asshole. The mammoth turd hits the floating slave front-on, filling his gaping mouth before knocking him under the water. All you hear is a sharp clap as Brendon's shit breaks the water's surface and sinks under. The giant cleans his bowels out well before he leaves, dropping a few more fistfuls of partially mushy shit and feeling totally cleansed inside. He leans forward, wiping his ass with tissue paper, and drops it in the bowl, snickering to himself. The toilet bowl is packed with Brendon's shit, which has soaked in the toilet water long enough to turn all of the bowl's contents to a brown soup. Lodged somewhere between those sloppy chunks and drowning in the thick toilet water flavoured by Brendon, the man he's served faithfully for two years, is the tiny slave whose name Brendon considered himself too important to learn. With the toilet still gurgling, the giant re-enters the bedroom, patting his gut, and says: "So who's gonna keep me company tonight?" Your hand flies up, and Brendon eyes you, happily. "I think I'll have you, beach boy..."

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1. "..Help keep my feet warm tonight"

2. "..Help keep my asshole warm tonight"

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