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It needed to be Wayne. It could only be Wayne that gave this to him.

Karl wanted to crawl across Wayne's blood-stained welcome mat and kneel patiently at Wayne's desk, before being led by the collar to his just rewards and the unmatched euphoria of being kept. He wanted to choke messily on Wayne's cock. Bark for it, sit pretty and roll over to be fucked. He wanted to beg for Wayne's boot. Whine and hump the Hitachi wand harnessed to the length of it. He wanted Wayne's hand pushing his head firm to the leather to lick up his mess after.

Let brown skin melt into brown skin and become only skin again. Only softness and coiled hair scattered over keloid scars shining like expertly welded joints. The dark, broad warmth that only brown can give to other brown.

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14 oct 2026