Please start with Chapter 1 to have this make any sense. Don't try this at home unless you enjoy kink.
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"Well Mr Tucker, it looks like you're the one being tested and you don't look like you've studied enough to pass this exam." Rosa giggled. "How are you going to pass if you don't try harder? Poor Mr Tucker, please tell us what you want to do."
The look on Tucker's face was priceless. While he was still blindfolded and ball-gagged, his face contorted and he looked like he was going to cry like a baby. Once again Rosa gave the butt plug another twist as it seemed like she was really getting into teasing and torturing him. The last twist got to him with a jolt and he peed on himself as his bladder could take no more. The urine soaked his cock bandage and started leaking down his legs. Jana gave him a slap to the face and scolded him for his action. She hauntingly told him that he should have told them he needed to use the toilet, but of course that was an impossibility given the ball-gag firmly jammed into his mouth. His mouth had long gone dry, his ass ached from the plug, and he still needed the toilet to relieve the pressure from the plug and had so many questions he wouldn't know where to start, if only he could speak.
Jana reinserted his earplugs and together, the women pushed and dragged him into the bathroom and plopped him onto the toilet. Jana told little Susie to pull the butt-plug out but don't be too gentle doing so. His soaked bandages were still wringing wet as Susie gave the plug another twist and a tug taking it out about halfway. Tucker gasped as he felt the plug exiting his poop-chute and the backed up pressure of the massive dump that had built up behind it forced it out the rest of the way. It plopped noisily into the bowl and the sounds and smells emanating from his rear were almost more than the women could stand. They laughed at him as he once again could not hold his piss and flooded his bandages again. He slowly started sobbing as he felt his stamina slipping away. Jana turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. It was time to bathe their captive and take his sinking esteem to the next lower level. While still on the commode, Jana cut the ties around his legs and arms. Pulling out one earplug, Jana instructed him to get on his knees and fish around the bowl for the butt-plug.
Just hearing another woman's voice, other than Rosa, excited Bob Tucker but not in a good way. He still was unsure how many people were holding him captive and although his arms and legs were now unbound, he was demeaning himself further by rummaging through his crap feeling for the plug. Once he had retrieved it, he was dragged over to the sink and told to drop the plug in the sink. The proximity of the toilet and sink led him to think of his own house and that may be a clue to his location. The shower running in the background seemed to be on his left which would be right if it was his bathroom.
Just as he was trying to determine the layout, he felt the earplug being jammed into his ear bringing the silent solitude that he was growing to fear. As he was hoisted onto his wobbly legs, his arms were forced behind him again and quickly bound. He was spun around several times completely disorienting him. On the last spin he felt the spray hitting his body and he was forced over the threshold and into the shower. He slumped backwards trying to support himself as his legs gained some strength. Jana quickly disrobed and got into the shower. She pressed her body next to his and freely rubbed her tits against him. The elasticity of the flexible bandage was still holding firm leaving his cock tucked in place. Again his body was betraying him as he felt his cock try to harden as he was being stimulated by this stranger. He was pretty sure it wasn't Rosa as the breasts seemed smaller. But given his temporary bindings, he wasn't quite sure of anything. All he knew was his cock was trying to swell and it hurt from the restrictive bandages. The shower felt weird as it really didn't provide any relief from his predicament. Suddenly he felt a washcloth dig into his butthole. The roughness of the texture and the force being applied brought little comfort to his abused hole. This brought to mind how he used to love to butt fuck some of the whores he had abused over the years. He wished he could talk to hopefully bribe his way out of this, but that was one of the areas where he was still restricted.