I wouldn’t say I was ashamed, but I would say I was proud of myself for doing what I did. Gay porn When he commands you to do something, you do it.So there I was on my knees in our friend’s bathroom. I lowered my face into the toilet and took a deep whiff. It would be obvious enough.After another thirty minutes or so Master James walked back over to me.“How you feeling boy?”“I’m good, Master.”“I bet you are. Why don’t we get out of here.”“Where are we going Master James?”, I asked.“Just come with me boy.”I got into the passenger seat of his truck and he quickly rolled down his window.“Damn boy, you still smell like a urinal cake.”“Sorry Master James”“Don’t be sorry, this is your fantasy. I used my fingers and hands and bathed myself in my own piss.When I’d finished pissing, I pulled off the jockstrap and held it over my open mouth and squeezed it, allowing for all the soaked up piss to drip down. Work my dick, boy.”Master James held his hands on his hips and I glanced upward toward him to lock eyes as he watched me repeatedly swallow his cock, up and down.
