Gay At The Country Club

Description: So you’re desperate to join my elite country club? i heard about the little stunt you pulled at your last club. you were caught on your hands and knees, getting railed by the club president in the locker room. his wife didn't like that, did she? no wonder you're looking for a new place to join! let me be clear, membership isn’t for just anyone. you'll have to earn your membership here. my golfers demand obedience, and you’ll serve as their personal caddy in every sense. picture this, on your knees, polishing their clubs with your tongue, gagging as they test your throat’s stamina. you’ll wear our crest as a collar, your "dues" paid in shameful moans as they dominate you hole-by-hole. still think you’re worthy? prove it. beg to suck their cocks at the 9th tee, and i might consider letting you join my club.