SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mist - Gay blow job drinking urine

**SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mistress - Gay blow job drinking urine** The king was sitting on his golden throne, his eyes fixed upon the naked slave. The slave kneeled in front of the king, his eyes downcast in submission. His hands were clasped behind his back, his cock and balls hanging low. The slave slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting those of the king. He swallowed nervously as he waited for his master's command. The king grinned maliciously. "Tonight, my little slave, you will worship my precious foot. Show me your devotion." The slave nodded eagerly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the king's foot. He began to kiss and lick it, carefully avoiding the area where his master's foot met his own body. The king watched with satisfaction as the slave's tongue danced over his foot. He reached down and grabbed the slave's hair, pulling his head up so that their eyes met once more. "Now, slave, I want you to show me your appreciation for my kingdom," he growled. "Take my cock in your mouth and swallow every drop of my cum." The slave opened his mouth eagerly, taking the tip of the king's cock between his lips. He began to bob his head up and down, taking the king's length deeper into his mouth with each passing moment. The king gripped his slave's head tightly, guiding him as he stroked his length. The slave's throat worked, taking the king's shaft as deep as possible. As the king grew closer to climax, he pulled the slave's head up. "Get on your knees, slave," he commanded. The slave quickly complied, positioning himself so that the king's cock was at the entrance of his mouth. The king thrust into the slave's mouth, his hips pistoning as he filled it with his cum. Satisfied, the king withdrew his cock from the slave's mouth and gazed down at the man kneeling before him. His slave looked up at him with pleading eyes. "What would you like, my slave?" he asked, curiosity piqued. The slave licked his lips nervously. "Could I... could I drink your urine, my king?" he whispered. "I know it's disgusting, but I've heard that it's a privilege reserved for those who have pleased you greatly." The king smirked cruelly. This would be a test for his slave. He stood up, turning his back on his slave. "If you can handle it, slave," he said, voice cold. A moment later, he felt warmth against his legs. Looking down, he saw the slave licking the leaking stream of his urine from his own body. A grin spread across the king's face. "Very good, slave. Drink it all up." The slave lapped at the king's legs, drinking his urine as instructed. When the king was satisfied that the slave had finished, he turned back around, grabbing the man by the hair once more. "Tomorrow, slave," he growled into the slave's ear. "I will test your devotion once more. Until then, remember what it is to be my slave." The slave nodded, a look of determination crossing his face. He knew that this night was far from over, but he also knew that he had earned the right to serve his lord and master in any way he desired.