I should have grabbed that glass or, on the other hand, should I have maintained my dignity and acted as if the humiliation of being called a derogatory term for having a small penis had never happened? The fact is that on another occasion, I would have left there in a panic, but the excitement that the Lithuanian boy provoked in me and the alcohol made me opt for the first option and smell the liquid, fabricated by Lukas' insides. After a timid sip, my reaction was one of disgust. It tasted like acid, like sour and expired wine, at least 10 years old. I was taking my second sip to get used to the idea when suddenly my father entered the bathroom. "Juan, what are you doing here?" Out of fear that he might discover what was happening, I grabbed the cubata like someone grabs an umbrella on a rainy and windy day and went out to the party.

I couldn't believe it, there I was with a glass of piss in my hand in front of my sisters, cousins, and uncles. I was drinking as fast as my throat would let me swallow that poisonous taste, while Lukas demonstrated his dancing skills in the center of the dance floor and looked at me out of the corner of his eye with a sly smile. "Dame de eso" by Carlos Baute was playing (a very appropriate song) when my sister took my arm by surprise to dance, and when our arms collided, the remaining urine shot out onto the right cheek and upper part of the neck of the groom's boyfriend, my cousin Paco. My face of terror dissipated when, after 5 endless seconds, my cousin let out a laugh, I suppose due to the situation and the alcohol flowing at the party. Calm down, Juan. Who would think that at a wedding someone would be drinking urine instead of beer or cubatas?

As I was coming out of my confusion, I felt a vibration on my leg. I froze. I had a WhatsApp message on my phone that said: "I knew you wouldn't fail me. What a slut you've become. I'll wait for you in 5 minutes outside in the parking lot. My car is a black Audi 6." How had Lukas gotten my phone number? I had no idea, but that showed how clever the young Lithuanian was, which turned me on even more. Come on, Juan, you've drunk Lukas' piss to be able to suck his cock. Discreetly, I moved away from the dance with the nerves of someone on their first date and the excitement of knowing that I was going to kneel before a god who deserved to be adored and pleased.

As I was looking for the Audi, I found myself in front of it when Lukas got out of the car like an actor getting out of a limousine to attend the premiere of his movie. "What did you think of the taste of my piss, bitch?" he asked me. "It was okay," I said, downplaying the issue. With the arrogance that characterized him, Lukas grabbed his package and made a sign with his hand for me to kneel. I, slowly so as not to stain the expensive pants of the suit he was wearing, knelt before him, my face 20 cm from his crotch. "Kiss my feet as a sign of obedience, bitch." Damn, what I had to do to ...