Pucks Will Drop
Sullivan's Salutation
"Tristan, you are officially transformed into the Pens' toilet, being that we obviously needed an upgrade to our plumbing!"
In case if you didn't know, being that the Pens need to save up money, they have transformed Tristan Jarry into a human toilet, for efficiency.
"You''ll do well, Tristan. You'll do well. In fact, I am more than happy to have a test run of you!"
Mike undid his fly, and pulled out his dick from his undies.
Tristan's thoughts of that dick were interrupted when a hot, yellow stream of piss poured into the bowl. The taste, was so salty and bitter. Yuck!
"Take it all, Tristan. Drink my salty lemonade." His bladder kept emptying itself.
"Every last, drop."
Mike's stream slowed to a drip, and he shook off the lingering drop off his dick.
"Yeaaaaah. Better!"
Better for him, but not for Tristan.
"Will, Trist, I'm gonna leave you with a few of your teammates, who are more than happy to test you out themselves too, in their own way!"
Mike left.