The gym was quiet today a perfect setting for forbidden desires.
He felt a strange pull a need for something more than just a workout.
Soon a figure emerged from the shadows his gaze direct and challenging.
This wasn't about fitness it was about power.
A new wonderful suit was on the horizon a costume for their dark play.
The anticipation was a fire igniting their blood.
He was a dog slave now bound by desire.
The appropriate punishment was always a reward.
Each touch each command deepened the trance.
He embraced his worthlessness finding pleasure in submission.
A jump of faith into the unknown.
The battlefields muscle urinal awaited a testament to their dominance.
Rubbershark's grip tightened a thrilling embrace.
He was a failure a glorious beautiful failure.
The tentacles of pleasure wrapped around him.
A story of pain and ecstasy.
The final act a surrender to ultimate control.
