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The British leather master, clad in sleek jeans and gloves, commands your attention, his voice echoing in the dungeon. "You're here because you're pathetic," he growls, pulling out his monster cock. He derides your small penis, telling you to worship his uncut beast. As you grovel, he jerks off, his leather-clad hands milking his tool, jeering at your inadequacy.