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It has been a long time since several owners would gather in the big country house, where they would have fun by abusing the house's dog and the agony of the drain on days of great crowd.

They had a wide field where they would have picnics and their slaves would serve them as waiters, sometimes as benches and tables and other times as a good way to let off some steam from the day.

On a day like this, one of the slaves was the one bringing the drinks but as he walked with his feet chained with a chain attached to his testicles so that each step would painfully stretch them, he tripped and spilled the beers on the ground and dirt. This was basically the excuse to set a good example of not doing anything wrong.

Without much time wasted, they ordered the other 3 slaves who were present to start digging a hole in the ground, just with their hands. It took them all day until with bruised hands they finished digging the hole perfectly deep, about 2 meters, and exactly the space for an average person.

The slave who had completely failed was tied up, his feet chained together at ankles and knees, his arms bent behind his back with wrists crossed and tied to a metal collar on the nape of his neck, and a pair of weights on his testicles painfully stretching them, as well as a ring in his mouth keeping it open. They brought him to the edge of the hole and with a strong kick, pushed him in, falling on loose, hard soil. They tossed a plastic pipe that went from the bottom to the top into the hole, a simple plastic tube.

"You piece of garbage, you'll spend two days down there so make yourself comfortable, and for your own good, you better hurry to put that in your mouth."

After a slight laugh, a small tractor was heard, starting to push the dirt back into the hole. The slave hurriedly and clumsily tried to put the nozzle in his mouth, barely managing to do so as the dirt fell on top of him. After a brief review, he was left trapped, not by the 2 meters dug, but only by half of soil. His heavy breathing was heard through the plastic tube, and as it was night, the owners returned to their rooms and the slaves to the dog cages in the yard.

At dawn, the owners woke up eager and as they went to the dirt mound, they could still hear the man breathing, but they had more plans. The slave soon felt something passing through his throat slowly, a hot and salty liquid, as the owners decided to hydrate him with the morning urine.

He coughed at times, indicating just a brief respite until all 4 finished, that was a reprieve from the drain at least.

After emptying their bladders, they poured a few grams of porridge for his feeding through the tube, leftovers from their previous day's banquet blended in the blender.

After a while, they simply enjoyed themselves with the other slaves. At one point, an idea crossed their minds, and they poured a c...