“Fountain time,” the accented voice pleasantly suggests.
To obey such a command initially required the greatest of male concentration and subservience. While stiff, I will empty my bladder for her...a feat I knew not possible until my indoctrination into stable life. Here all excretions are under the control of the trainer...and urinating while erect is found to amuse. Thus...I learned...and I now amuse. I can only imagine the ark of wetness that results.
The concrete stable floor is well drained and hosed daily. Therefore, it is no longer with either qualm or forethought that I become a fountain indeed for the trainer who so devotedly cares for my naked flesh. I press mightily with honed abdominal muscles, and a flow of the night’s collection streams forth. My humble compliance always e
