Dark. Muscular. Built to dominate. Wrapped in black leather and tight mesh, masked like a Doberman ready to command. A walking blend of Tom of Finland power and raw animal instinct. Hairy chest, sharp presence, filthy mind. Bisexual, fetish-driven, hungry for control — but twisted enough to enjoy when someone strong tries to take him. He craves submissive men and women who kneel, obey, worship… and treat him like the King he is. Step into his stream if you want to feel owned. Stay if you can handle the bite. He steps into the frame like a warning. A towering, carved-from-stone beast wrapped in black leather and tight mesh, every muscle built for power, every line of his body meant to intimidate and tempt. His chest is thick with natural hair, his underarms raw and masculine, his lower body framed by a dark trail that leads the imagination exactly where he wants it to go. His face? Hidden. A Doberman mask, sharp, predatory, unforgiving. A symbol of dominance. A promise of obedience.