Brad slowly came round and opened his eyes. Everything was just a blur at first, but slowly came back as he stood up. He was still shrunk, about three inches tall he thought. He was standing on a dark brown, wooden desk, and then he realised that it was actually his dad's office. When that memory hit him, he suddenly remembered what had happened before he woke up here. He died. He remembered being stuffed inside his mom's vagina and being stuck to the back wall, about halfway inside her. He remembered the horror of seeing his dad's gigantic penis enter her and then slowly slide over him, pressing deeper into the rear wall of his mom's pussy. He remembered being slowly pulverised as they fucked hard, and the agonising pain, before he slowly drowned in their cum. They'd told him that his soul would return, which it clearly had. He then remembered that they'd told his punishment would be to spend forever as their slave. Then something occurred to him, and with a growing sense of fear and dread, he slowly turned around.
His dad was sat in his executive chair. He was his normal six feet two inches, but at Brad's current size he seemed as large as an eight story building. He was looking down at Brad with and evil grin on his face, which made Brad even more scared. For several seconds, they stared at each other silently, then his dad said;
'Welcome back, slave. How did you like your execution? Your Mistress and I enjoyed it. In fact, killing you gave us a lot more pleasure than it did when we made you. And because of what we are now, the powers we have, we could feel your terror. We could feel that you were in the worst pain. And you can't imagine how satisfying it was to squirt my juice into that pussy, knowing that you were trapped in there, and it was going into your mouth and nose. Filling your lungs and stomach. I hope my cum wasn't too salty for you'. He chuckled and then continued. 'And we actually felt your life slip away. That was the best bit. You killed us, so we killed you. And now, here you are. Three inches tall, standing on my desk. And you're still terrified, I can feel it. Because you don't know what your giant Master is going to do with you. From now on, you are not our son. You're our slave. You exist only to serve us, your Master and Mistress. You exist for our pleasure. I might turn you into a fleshlight, and use you for an hour or so. Oh, I nearly forgot. We have a rule. Unless told otherwise, slave will kneel before its owners'.
His dad was right, He was terrified. All he could do was stare up at his giant dad. Suddenly, his dad leant forward and slammed his down on the desk, either side of him. It happened so quickly that Brad jumped back and let out a terrified squeal. His dad's face was now just a few inches away and directly above him. His dad laughed as he stared down at the shrunken Brad. Very softly, his dad said;
'I said, kneel. Or I'll suck you into my mouth, and swallow you whole'.
Slowly, Brad sank to his knees. His dad grinned as he sat back in his chair.
'That's better'. He said. 'Obedience is a good thing in a slave. Now, stand'.
Brad got to his feet and found himself struggling to control his breathing. He was so scared that he was trembling hard.
'In a moment'. His dad continued. 'I'm going to make you kneel again. This time, you will bow your head, and you will reply "Yes Master". Is that clear'?
Brad nodded.
"Kneel before your Master, slave".
Brad struggled to get the words out but eventually managed to stutter. 'Y...y...yes, Master'. He then slowly sank back down to his knees and bowed his head.
Before he knew it, his dad snatched him off the desk with his right hand and held him tightly in his clenched fist. He had no idea what was happening, but he knew it would be bad, and he found a whole new level of fear, wondering what his dad was going to do to him. Several seconds later, Brad found himself falling and he cried out in fear. He landed hard, but surprisingly, it didn't hurt. He pushed himself up on his hands and took a quick look around. He appeared to be on a large blue pad with holes in it, that was resting on some sort of circular metal grid. The walls of wherever he was was were a kind of porcelain white. It was then he realised that it was porcelain. He was in the basin of a urinal. Unable to stand up, he dropped down and rolled onto his back. Just as he'd feared, his dad was standing in front of the urinal with his hands on his hips and big, evil grin on his face. Standing up, his dad seemed even larger now, at least the size of a skyscraper. Suddenly, he felt a tingling on the back of his head, his back and the back of legs. Then he realised that he was stuck to the blue pad.
His dad reached down with his right hand and slowly pulled down the zipper of his dark blue suit pants. Then he reached inside and pulled out his enormous penis and held it high over the urinal, with the huge slit pointing down at Brad. Brad knew what was about to happen, but he couldn't move. Not that there was anywhere to go. He could only watch in horror as the yellow liquid started to flow out of his dad's urethra as he began to urinate, straight down onto Brad. He cried out again and the spluttered as the warm, foul tasting liquid hit his entire body and got into his mouth and stung his eyes. He actually felt surprised that he couldn't believed he was being pissed on by his own dad, but that's exactly what was happening. It seemed to last for hours, the disgusting yellow waterfall coming down from dad's penis and washing over his whole body, but it as probably closer to about thirty seconds. Finally it stopped, and once his vision cleared, he looked up to his see his dad shake the last drops from his cock, before putting it back into his pants and pulling the zipper up. He then let out a satisfied sigh as he looked down at Brad with contempt.
'How'd it feel to be pissed on'? His dad asked. 'I dare say it wasn't fun. I imagine you still think of us are parents. Well get this into your head. We're not. We're not even human now. We're demons, or angels of justice. We punish the guilty. And after what you did to us, you're definitely guilty. The worst punishment for you, is to serve us for eternity. You're not human either. Your mortal body was absorbed into your Mistress's body, through the walls of her pussy. It's part of her now. Your soul body and your soul life, belong to us. Not your parents, your owners. With the powers we have now, we can and will do whatever we want with you. And you deserve it for what you did to us, you little shit. And it doesn't bother me in the least that you think you're male. As far as we're concerned, a slave has no gender. It's only purpose is to serve its Master and Mistress. Get used to it. Now, I'm gonna leave you there for a while. I can't decide what to do with you. I have it in mind to turn you into my cock. Then again, I think you'd make a pretty nice scrotum. Or maybe I'll just eat you. Or stick you into my cock and suck you down into my balls'. He chuckled again. 'So many choices. By the way, welcome to hell'.
His dad chuckled as he turned and walked away. Brad tried to sit up, but he was still stuck to the pad, now drenched in his dad's piss. He knew that there was nothing he could do to stop them, and he certainly couldn't escape. Even though he didn't want to obey any commands they gave him, he was terrified of what they would do if he refused. Brad started to cry as the futility of his situation began to sink. He was angry with himself for being so greedy that he couldn't wait for his parents to die naturally before claiming his inheritance. Now he was paying the price.
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