Making and breaking of a cuckold – 21 The rest room

“Haha, you’re kidding, right? I’ve heard about it though, they call it a golden shower, don’t they?”

“Come down to the Bordello sometime Mark. There are several shelves of books dedicated to the subject of water sports, as it’s called. He won’t be the first slave to drink the piss of his superiors. Go on, do it. Humiliate the fucker. Trust me, once you’ve used faggot as your toilet, he’ll never be able to look you in the eye. You’ll scar his psyche forever and he’ll know you’re the Boss in the relationship”.

I’m just kneeling there seeing how this is all going to play out when Mr Jones addressed me, “Follow me faggot. Crawl behind me. We’re going behind the pool shed, you and me”. Fuck me, he was going to do it. How could I get out of it? Then I remembered the DreamLover again. There was no way out.

So a few minutes later I’m kneeling behind the shed with Mr Jones standing in front of me. I could see the women sneaking a look around the corner of the shed. I awaited my fate. Mr Jones undid his fly and out dropped his 8 inch monster. How come every other male on the planet had a decent sized dick except me? He spoke,