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He thinks he’s hot alright, the way he positions his hog and ass-cheeks so they’re right by the fireplace in many of his photos.

In one, his hose is daring the fire. In another, the same flames are roasting his buns. I guess he’s got a right to be proud of that foot-long-red-hot-hotdog and those round white buns. I’d chew them all in an instant.

With that Trojan head and those Sir-Stallion-loins, he’s like a chess piece carved out of ivory, or alabaster, warmed with a little pink. He needs taming, like a proud steed.

My horse needs a bit, I think, a saddle too, and some reins, lots of reins—a plush saddle for my pampered ass. I intend to ride him naked. We’ll ride in the ballroom, where we will ball, after our ride. I’ll lay down fur for his knees. But the rest of him won’t get off easy. No.

You, see, in my neatly leather-gloved hands, I intend to hold not only the reins that will move his head, but another set to yank his nipple clamps, and another still to pull at his leather choker, the one I will place on my proud pony’s prouder pecker.

Giddy-up.

Check out Cengiz’s pictures at Istanboys.com.