A bedraggled Brad surfaced as the water in the colossal bowl slowly calmed.
He was thankful that, despite his nagging, his hubby had never fixed the problem with the toilet's flush. It often took a couple of tries to complete a flush.
But his entire body was waterlogged after struggling in the maelstrom and almost being pulled down into the pipes for an intimate tour of the plumbing system.
Sal was on his way out of the bathroom as his father entered.
"Got that fly for you, Pops," he bragged.
"Yea?" Jim sounded skeptical. "How?"
"You remember how you always sent all those damn goldfish off to their eternal rest?" Sal asked.
Jim laughed. "Flushed away, eh?"
"One fucking stupid bug," Sal remarked. "Just sat there and let me trap it."
"Give me a moment, and then we'll be on our way," Jim said, walking toward the toilet on the other side of the room.
Sal gave an indifferent shrug and left.
In the bowl, the tiny fly, sensing shadow and feeling the vibrations from mighty footsteps, prepared to beg its own sibling for mercy again.
Instead, the insect watched as his father whipped out a huge cock, aimed at the bowl, and let go. About 30 seconds into the piss, Jim noticed the stranded fly.
"No enrojecido después de todo," he said with a chuckle, changing the direction of his stream.
The fly got pushed down by a yellow cascade. He surfaced only for the powerful stream to smash into him again.
"Papi! No! It's me!"
Jim grimaced when the fly still struggled weakly after he was finished.
"Plaga sin valor," he grunted.
"No, please." Brad struggled in the stained water.
Jim stepped away, inspiration having traveled to his cock. No sooner did he lock the door than he started stroking his cock.
"Ahogaré al bastardo!"
Brad's wings twitched as he tried desperately to fly.
He heard his father grunt louder as his hand stroked harder.
Suddenly the tower of flesh exploded and sent a white volley right at him. The warm, dense whiteness coated his puny body, pulled him down.
Jim laughed and went to the sink to clean up. After finishing, he made one more glance to see the blob of white congealed at the bottom of the bowl, a hated tiny form trapped within it.
He spit into the bowl with a final curse.
He met his son-in-law as he exited the house with Sal. Mark looked like he had been struck dumb as he held a small paper bag in his hands.
"Tell Brad we will come back another time," Jim said.