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MidReal Story
Daddy Kicks Me In The Ass
Scenario:Uncle dad vs sons bet losers become slave forfeit all weekend farts
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Jack
He is a college student struggling with financial issues. He is determined, impulsive, and desperate. Jack loses a poker game with his uncle and uncles friends, resulting in a humiliating defeat. To make up for his losses, he agrees to do odd jobs and chores over the weekend for the men but without pay. Jack is forced to cook and clean for them while enduring their crude behavior. He feels humiliated and resents his financial losses but also shows moments of resilience and determination.
Uncle Bob
He is one of Uncles friends who participates in the poker game against Jack. He is rowdy, arrogant, and dismissive. Uncle Bob contributes to the humiliation by suggesting gross bodily functions as a form of punishment for Jack. He enjoys taunting Jack and supports Uncle Dads efforts to belittle the young man. Despite his arrogant nature, Uncle Bob shows no empathy or willingness to help Jack resolve his financial difficulties.
Uncle Dad
He is a wealthy gambler who enjoys taunting and humiliating others. He is ruthless, manipulative, and arrogant. Uncle Dad wins a poker game against Jack, leading to a humiliating defeat for the young man. He takes advantage of Jacks financial struggles by making him perform menial tasks without pay as punishment. Uncle Dad enjoys taunting and belittling Jack, but he is careful not to push Jack too far, ensuring that the young man remains under his control.
I was so broke.
I couldn’t even afford to pay my tuition fees.
Desperate to get some cash, I agreed to play a poker game with my uncle and his friends.
I knew it was a risk, but I was so broke, I didn’t have a choice.
The game started, and the men were clearly experienced players.
I tried my best but lost hand after hand.
As the night wore on, I became more and more desperate.
The final hand arrived, and I bet everything on it.
My uncle revealed his cards and won the hand again!
I stared at my cards in horror.
I had just lost everything—my remaining tuition fees and all the money I had borrowed from my friends.
My total losses were $10,000.
The men laughed at me as I slumped over the table in defeat.
"I guess you’ll be washing our dishes for the next few months," Uncle Dad said with a smirk.
"Yeah, and to make it more interesting, we’ll make you our personal s##e for the whole weekend," Uncle Bob added.
"Anytime we fart, you have to go and smell it. You have to sniff our f##s within 10 seconds," Uncle Steve chimed in.
"And if you fail to do so, you will have your nose rubbed in our g##s a###s," Uncle Dad said as he grinned at me.
I reluctantly started my weekend of servitude.
I began by cleaning the kitchen and washing the dishes.
Uncle Dad sat on a nearby chair, smirking at me as I scrubbed away at the pots and pans.
Uncle Bob and Uncle Steve walked into the kitchen, laughing crudely about their plan.
As I finished the dishes, Uncle Bob let out a loud f#t.
I hesitated for a moment, disgusted by the smell, but then remembered the consequences of failing to follow their instructions.
Slowly, I made my way over to Uncle Bob, my face burning with humiliation.
Just as I reached him, Uncle Steve let out a f#t of his own.
"Hey, you can’t just smell one of our f##s," he said with a grin.
"You have to choose which one you want to smell."
I looked back and forth between the two men, trying to decide which one was less disgusting.
As I scrub the kitchen floor, Uncle Dad walks over to me with a smirk on his face.
"Hey, kiddo. I’ve been thinking," he says.
"If you can win just one hand of poker tonight, we’ll let you off the hook. You won’t have to be our s##e anymore."
I look up at him, my heart racing.
"Really?"
I ask, desperate for a way out of this humiliation.
"Of course," he replies.
"But if you lose again, you’ll have to serve us for another month."
I hesitate for a moment, weighing my options.
But the thought of being free from this servitude is too tempting to resist.
"Okay," I say finally.
"I’ll play."
Uncle Bob and Uncle Steve walk into the kitchen, laughing crudely about my situation.
"You really think you can win against us?" Uncle Bob asks with a sneer.
"You’re just a pathetic little loser."
"Yeah, you should just give up now and accept your fate," Uncle Steve adds.
I grit my teeth and try to ignore their taunts as I finish cleaning the floor.
The men set up the poker table in the living room and start playing without me.
I watch them from a distance, trying to focus on the game and not on the humiliation I’ve endured all weekend. After a while, they call me over to join them at the table.
I sit down nervously and wait for Uncle Dad to deal the cards.
As he shuffles them, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
This is my only chance to escape this nightmare.
I have to win this hand or suffer even more humiliation than before.
Finally, Uncle Dad deals the cards and we begin playing.
The men are clearly experienced players, but I try my best to stay focused and make smart decisions.
As we play, they continue to taunt me with their c##e jokes and f##s.
They deliberately fart near me as I try to concentrate on the game, making it even harder for me to focus.
But I refuse to give up.
As I sit at the poker table, my hands shake slightly as Uncle Dad deals the cards.
He smirks at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
"Hey, kiddo," he says.
"I’ve got a new deal for you."
I look up at him warily, wondering what he has in mind.
"If you suck my w##y and Uncle Bob’s w##y at the same time, we’ll pay all your college fees," he says with a grin.
Uncle Bob and Steve burst out laughing at this suggestion, clearly amused by the idea of humiliating me further.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do.
But then I remember how much I need that money to pay my tuition fees.
I take a deep breath and nod my head in agreement.
"Okay," I say quietly.
Uncle Dad and Uncle Bob exchange a look of excitement, clearly eager to see me h####d even more.
"Great," Uncle Dad says with a smirk.
"Now let’s play some poker."
The men continue to play cards, laughing and joking with each other as they go along. As we play, they start f###g again, deliberately trying to distract me from the game.
I try my best to ignore them and focus on the cards in front of me.
But it’s getting harder and harder to concentrate with all the noise they’re making.
Suddenly, Uncle Steve lets out a particularly loud f#t right next to me.
I flinch away from him in disgust, trying not to gag from the smell.
"Hey, kiddo," he says with a grin.
"You have to sniff our f##s within 10 seconds or we’ll rub your nose in our a###s."
I look over at him in horror, knowing that I can’t afford to fail this challenge again.
Slowly, I lean forward and sniff his f#t, trying not to v##t from the smell. As soon as I do this, Uncle Bob lets out another f#t right next to me.
I turn towards him in surprise, only to see him grinning at me mischievously.
"You have to sniff both our f##s within 10 seconds or you lose," he says with a laugh.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
But then I remember how much I need that money for my college fees.
Taking a deep breath, I lean forward and sniff both their f##s at the same time, trying not to gag from the smell.
The men burst out laughing again at this sight, clearly amused by my humiliation.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself amidst their laughter.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Uncle Dad leans back in his chair, his smirk fading slightly. "Because it's about time you learned how the real world works, kiddo."
He deals another round of cards, and I focus intently on my hand.
The men continue to play, but I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to make a mistake.
Suddenly, Uncle Bob lets out another loud f#t, followed by Steve.
I try to ignore them, but the smell is overpowering.
I glance up at them, and they both grin at me mischievously.
"Hey, you can’t just sit there and ignore our farts," Uncle Bob says with a laugh.
"You have to smell them."
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do.
But then I remember the deal I made with Uncle Dad earlier.
If I win this hand of poker, I can escape this nightmare once and for all.
I take a deep breath and lean forward, smelling their f##s one after the other. The men burst out laughing again at this sight, clearly enjoying my humiliation.
But I refuse to let them get the best of me.
I focus intently on the game, trying to block out their laughter and f##s as much as possible.
As we play on, I start to feel a glimmer of hope.
My hand is looking good, and I think I might actually have a chance of winning this time around.
But just as I’m about to make my move, Uncle Bob lets out another loud f#t right next to me.
I flinch away from him in disgust, trying not to gag from the smell.
"You have to sniff our f##s within 10 seconds or you lose," he says with a laugh.
I look over at him in horror, knowing that I can’t afford to fail this challenge again.
I sit at the poker table, my eyes fixed on the cards in front of me.
Uncle Bob and Steve continue their crude game, f###g deliberately to distract me from the game.
I try my best to ignore them and focus on the cards, but it’s getting harder and harder to concentrate with all the noise they’re making.
Suddenly, Uncle Steve lets out a particularly loud f#t right next to me.
I flinch away from him in disgust, trying not to gag from the smell.
"You have to sniff our f##s within 10 seconds or we’ll rub your nose in our a###s."
I look over at him in horror, knowing that I can’t afford to fail this challenge again.
Slowly, I lean forward and sniff his f#t, trying not to vomit from the smell.
As soon as I do this, Uncle Bob lets out another f#t right next to me.
I turn towards him in surprise, only to see him grinning at me mischievously. "You have to s##f both our f##s within 10 seconds or you lose," he says with a laugh.
The men burst out laughing again at this sight, clearly amused by my humiliation.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself amidst their laughter.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Uncle Dad leans back in his chair, his smirk fading slightly.
"Because it's about time you learned how the real world works, kiddo."
He deals another round of cards, and I focus intently on my hand.
The men continue to play, but I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to make a mistake.
Suddenly, Uncle Bob lets out another loud f#t, followed by Steve.
I try to ignore them, but the smell is overpowering.
I glance up at them, and they both grin at me mischievously. "Hey, you can’t just sit there and ignore our f##s," Uncle Bob says with a laugh.
"You have to smell them."
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do.
But then I remember the deal I made with Uncle Dad earlier.
If I win this hand of poker, I can escape this nightmare once and for all.
I take a deep breath and lean forward, smelling their f##s one after the other.
The men burst out laughing again at this sight, clearly enjoying my h#####n.
But I refuse to let them get the best of me.
"I'm not playing your sick games anymore," I say, pushing my chair back defiantly.
Uncle Dad's eyes narrow, his smirk replaced by a calculating look.
"Then you better have a plan, kiddo, because walking away means you're on your own."
I stand up, my resolve hardening.
"I'll find another way out of this mess."
Uncle Bob and Steve burst out laughing, their f##s filling the room once more.
"Coward," Uncle Bob taunts.
"Can't handle a little bit of h#####n."
I ignore them, my eyes fixed on Uncle Dad.
He leans back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face.
"Fine, kiddo. But don't come crying to me when you're drowning in debt."
Just then, Uncle Dad's phone rings, interrupting the tension in the room.
He answers it, his expression changing as he listens.
"Willy's coming over," he says, his voice taking on a new edge.
I pause, unsure of what this means.
I turn and walk out, determined to face whatever comes next on my own terms.
I leave the poker table, my mind racing with thoughts of how I can solve my problems without Uncle Dad's help.
As I head towards the door, I hear Uncle Dad's voice behind me.
"Willy's here," he says, his tone changing.
I pause at the doorway, turning to look back at him.
But before I can say anything, he speaks again.
"Wait, kiddo. I've got a new proposition for you."
I hesitate, unsure if I should listen to him.
But something in his voice tells me that this might be my only chance to get out of this mess.
"What is it?" "I'll pay your college fees," he says, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"But you have to do something for me first."
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What do you want me to do?"
He leans forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"I want you to suck W###s d#k."
I stare at him in shock, unable to believe what he just said.
"S#k W###s d#k?"
I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper.
Uncle Dad nods, his grin growing wider.
"That's right, kiddo. You heard me."
I turn away, my decision made, and walk out the door without looking back.
I walk down the street, my mind reeling with thoughts of what Uncle Dad just asked me to do.
The humiliation and anger boil inside me, and I can't help but replay his words over and over in my head.
I stop at a park bench, sitting down to gather my thoughts.
A group of kids are playing nearby, their laughter and shouts filling the air.
I watch them for a moment, feeling a pang of jealousy.
Why can't I be as carefree as they are?
I pull out my phone and consider my options.
I could call a friend for help, but who would I turn to?
Or maybe I could look for a part-time job to pay off my debt.
As I weigh my choices, I realize that there's only one person who might be able to help me.
Sarah.
I sit on the park bench, the sounds of children playing a stark contrast to the turmoil in my mind.
I dial Sarah's number, my hand shaking slightly as I wait for her to answer.
After a few rings, she picks up, her voice bright and cheerful.
"Hey there! How are you?"
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
"Sarah, I need your help," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
There's a pause on the other end of the line, and I can almost hear her frown.
"What's wrong?" she asks, her tone changing to one of concern.
I take another deep breath before launching into the story of how I ended up in this mess.
I leave out some of the more humiliating details, but I tell her everything else.
She listens quietly, not interrupting once.
When I'm finished, there's another pause before she speaks again.
"I'm so sorry," she says softly.
"But don't worry. We'll figure something out."
Tears spring to my eyes at her words.
"Really?" "Of course," she replies firmly.
"We just need to think this through. Can you come over?"
I nod, even though she can't see me.
"Yes, I'll be right there."
We hang up, and I stand up from the bench.
I start walking towards Sarah's place, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I walk, I feel a sense of hope rising inside me.
Maybe things won't be so bad after all.
I arrive at Sarah's apartment and knock on the door.
She answers almost immediately, her face breaking into a smile when she sees me.
"Hey there," she says, stepping aside to let me in.
I enter the apartment and take a seat at her kitchen table.
She joins me a moment later, sitting down across from me.
"So," she says, leaning forward slightly.
"Tell me more about what happened."
I take a deep breath before launching into the story again.
This time, I leave out even fewer details, telling her everything except for Uncle Dad's final proposition.
When I'm finished, she nods thoughtfully.
"Well, first things first," she says.
"We need to get you a part-time job. That way you can start paying off your debt."
I nod in agreement.
"That's a good idea," I say.
"But where can I find one?"
Sarah shrugs.
"There are plenty of places that hire part-time workers. You could try the local coffee shop or the bookstore."
I nod again, making a mental note to check those places out.
"And what about a loan?" she asks.
"Do you think you could get one?"
I frown slightly.
"I don't know," I admit.
"I've never applied for a loan before."
Sarah nods understandingly.
"Well, it couldn't hurt to try," she says.
"We'll look into it together." As we continue to talk, my phone buzzes with an incoming message.
I pull it out of my pocket and glance at the screen, expecting it to be from Uncle Dad or one of his friends.
But instead, it's a photo of all of them standing n##d in front of the poker table, their d##s hanging limp between their legs and their faces twisted into cruel grins.
The caption reads: "Good riddance to bad rubbish."
I quickly shove my phone back into my pocket before Sarah can see the screen, feeling a surge of anger and humiliation flood through me once again.
How dare they send me such a d####g message?
And why do they have to rub it in my face like this?
I delete the message without showing it to Sarah, not wanting her to see how low these people have sunk.
I look up at Sarah, determined to find a way out of this mess on my own terms.
