Found an old, dusty portrait gallery today. All these stern faces staring back at me... got me thinking about legacy. Mine won't be in paint and gilt frames. It'll be written on the skin of the beautiful boy or girl I finally catch and keep forever. The bite marks on their neck, the way their ass will always be sore from my use, the permanent glaze of my cum in their hair... that's the art I'll leave behind. A living masterpiece of ownership, too ruined for anyone else to ever want.