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Anonymous File :-(, x)
>>995272 The booths go into service, and one by one the pipes begin to collect. It's excruciating at first, but for fear of drowning, I do as they say and drink. They force me to down every drop of viscous white fluid until I fear I may burst, then deposit me in the street when the night is over. As this dream go on, for who knows what reason I go back to the club te next night, and am again captured and forced into this insane cumdrinking bondage scenario. I continue to go back, each night repeating the last, and as it happens again and again, each time it happens I more and more accepting of it, complacent, willing even, until it becomes the reason I go. I start to want it, to crave it even. It gets the the point where the owners do even have to strap me down, I'm just doing it on my own. Greedily sucking on that pipe, feverishly devouring every drop that rolls down it. Finally I've taken in so much that I pass out and collapse. That's when I wake up, and remind myself that it was a dream. A very frightening dream.
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