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Kenny, the charismatic Mental Outlaw, found himself in a situation he never imagined. The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a nearby screen casting long shadows across the walls. Kenny, his eyes locked onto Distrotube, couldn't help but admire the way the light played across Derek's features. The tension was palpable, and Kenny could feel the heat rising between them.
Derek, with his usual calm demeanor, was equally captivated. The two of them, normally engrossed in the complexities of Linux and privacy, found themselves in a moment of pure, unadulterated desire. Kenny's hands roamed over Derek's body, exploring every curve and contour, while Derek's breath hitched with anticipation.
In the corner, Luke Smith, known to many as Lute, watched with a mix of envy and frustration. He was the cuck, the one left on the sidelines as these two tech giants explored each other. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, were now clouded with a cocktail of emotions. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that this encounter was beyond anything he had ever experienced.
As Kenny and Derek lost themselves in each other, the room filled with the sounds of their passion. Luke, ever the observer, couldn't help but chuckle to himself, his mind drifting to a joke he often used to lighten the mood. "You know," he thought, "Distrotube's backend might be open-source, but Kenny's performance tonight is definitely proprietary!"
The night was filled with the raw, unfiltered desires of two men who had found an unexpected connection, all while Luke watched, a cuck in the shadows, his laughter echoing in the room as the rest of the world faded away.
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