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Dirk Constantine had lusted after the hunky young janitor for months; well, really, from the day he laid eyes on the dark-haired, muscular young beauty.
It took a while, but Dirk was patient, well-connected…and rich. The object of his obsession was eventually taken down and delivered to a secret place where Dirk Constantine waited with the kind of anticipatory glee that he hadn’t felt since the day before Christmas when he was a kid.
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Aquadude Bunker 
Nice, nice, nice, #298
This exquisite depiction and description add an irresistible wrinkle. The guy isn’t some self-confident, respectable (if perhaps not high-class) stud. He is the physical equal of any number of jocks, farmers, etc., sure, but he is taken advantage of this way when he is a JANITOR. Just look at his expression. It’s as if he were saying, “WHAT THE FUCK!?! You gotta be kidding me, dude! I see you every fucking day in the C-suite, in an expensive suit, catered lunches, a corner office and private bathroom that I have to clean up. You constantly threaten to rat me out to my supervisor if I don’t do a good enough job. Wasn’t it enough for you I have to wear that thin blue janitor get-up in front of you all the time and clean after you?! Did you have to take that last tiny shred of my dignity by doing this to me too?! I’m fucking naked, dude!! Are you happy now?!”
P.a. The next installment will be the 300th. I wonder what our resident genius has in store for that milestone.