My sexual deviancy knew no bounds and had, by now, taken control. I was merely a passenger in an un-halting ride that I had no control over. One wet Sunday I was in a club I had started to go to, a sweaty little basement venue that struggled to free itself from a rank odour of urine and stale sweat.I was standing at the small pop up bar, naked except for black workman's boots and my cock ring. A trickle of piss ran past m...