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"You're mine to use," growls the dom, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room. The twink, bound and blindfolded, shivers with anticipation. A gloved hand strokes his chiseled chest, tracing lines down to his hard cock. The dom slips on a gas mask, his breath fogging up the plastic as he leans in, his hand wrapping around the twink's throbbing shaft. He works it roughly, his other hand gripping the twink's balls, tugging and rolling them. The twink's moans fill the room, his body tensing as he nears his climax.