Through a fine mist of scattered piss droplets I can barely discern the mighty silhouette of Master's cock and balls, while I desperately try to catch the warm, golden stream of God's piss with my wide open mouth. Sadly this will remain a fantasy for this pathetic faggot as long as it has not proven it is worthy of such an honour. For now it has to be content with licking Master's godly fluids off the ground. The road ahead is still long...