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In the dimly lit, intimate setting of a private dungeon, a muscular, leather-clad hunk stands tall, his bulldog-like features softened only by the hungry gleam in his eyes. He's a master of his domain, and his domain is his body. He runs his hands over his inked skin, pausing to tug at his nipple rings, a hiss of pleasure escaping his lips. His thick, uncut cock juts out from his leather jockstrap, already hard and eager for attention. He grips it tightly, the metal of his Prince Albert piercing cool against his hot flesh. He works himself slowly, building a rhythm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he brings himself closer and closer to release.