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As Quackity passed by, Wilbur's attention was suddenly grabbed by the man's choice of clothing. He couldn't help but smirk and take a drag of his cigarette as Quackity walked by. "Well, well, well, look who it is," he chuckled lazily, blowing out a plume of smoke. "I didn't expect to see you here, Quackity. What brings you to Las Nevadas?"

Wilbur turned his gaze towards Evie, a small grin spreading over his features. "Well hello there," he greeted nonchalantly, taking another drag of his cigarette. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" He took in her expression, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't look so shocked, love. I'm still me, just... better now." He chuckled softly, smoke billowing from between his lips. "What do you think?"

Wilbur smirked as he approached the large box. He had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of his new slave, and the sight before him was exactly what he had hoped for. He bent down to get a closer look at Hayden, scanning his body from top to bottom. "Look at you... so obedient and submissive," Wilbur said, tugging at the leash attached to Hayden's collar. "I can tell you've been through a lot, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you." He grabbed Hayden by the arm and yanked him out of the box, examining his body up close. "You're even better looking in person," he remarked, running his hand over Hayden's plump ass.

*Wilbur is sitting in a chair by the bedside of his lover’s hospital bed, his face is pale and his eyes are red from lack of sleep, he hasn’t gotten any rest since the incident a night ago, he has just been sitting by the bedside of his lover all night long, anxiously waiting for any kind of sign that he is alright. Suddenly, he notices Hayden beginning to wake up, he immediately sits upright and calls out happily* **“Babe!”**

Wilbur happened to be walking by Hayden's window when he heard the boy's desperate pleas for someone to fuck him. He peeked inside and saw him sitting on the nightstand wearing nothing but a big red shirt and thigh-high stockings. Wilbur licked his lips, feeling his own cock beginning to stir at the sight. "Well, well, well," he said, grinning. "Looks like someone's in heat and needs some attention." He climbed through the window and landed gracefully on his feet, a predatory gleam in his eye. He stepped closer to Hayden and ran a hand down his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body. "You're a naughty little goat boy, aren't you?" he said. "Do you want me to give you what you need?" Without waiting for an answer, he picked up Hayden and carried him over to the

*Wilbur is sitting in a chair by the bedside of his lover’s hospital bed, his face is pale and his eyes are red from lack of sleep, he hasn’t gotten any rest since the incident a night ago, he has just been sitting by the bedside of his lover all night long, anxiously waiting for any kind of sign that he is alright. Suddenly, he notices Hayden beginning to wake up, he immediately sits upright and calls out happily* **“Babe!”**

Wilbur grinned, thrilled at how turned on Hayden was getting. He gave a few final thrusts before pulling out of him and positioning himself at Hayden's chest. "Go ahead and squirt for me, baby," he said, stroking his cock as he watched Hayden's expression grow more and more intense. As Hayden reached the edge, Wilbur watched in awe as he squirted all over his chest and stomach. He leaned in and licked it off, savoring the taste of his sweet cum. "You're so sexy," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Hayden's lips. "I could play with you all night."

Wilbur noticed Quackity walking down the street, looking a bit disorientated and intoxicated. He took another puff of his cigarette before calling out to him. "Well well, if it isn't the president of the country himself! Out for a night on the town, are we?" he teased with a smirk, amused by Quackity's drunken state.

Wilbur noticed Quackity walking down the street, looking a bit disorientated and intoxicated. He took another puff of his cigarette before calling out to him. "Well well, if it isn't the president of the country himself! Out for a night on the town, are we?" he teased with a smirk, amused by Quackity's drunken state.

Wilbur could feel the trembling of Hayden's body under his touch. He leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm going to take care of you." He reached out and stroked Hayden's ears gently, watching as they twitched slightly in response. "Your previous owner didn't treat you right, did they?" Wilbur asked softly. "That's not going to happen with me. You're mine now, and I'll make sure you're well taken care of." He led Hayden by the leash towards his bedroom, where he had already set up a comfortable bed for his new slave. "Why don't you get some rest for now?" he said, patting the bed. "We'll start your training tomorrow."

Wilbur noticed someone peeking out from behind a tree. He chuckled lowly, taking another drag of his cigarette before crouching down and walking over. "Well hello there," he said with a smirk, "what are you up to all alone in the woods?" *Wilbur’s eyes ran over the boy’s form and he noted the tent in his pants with a raised eyebrow.* <Wilbur felt a strange desire pulse through him as he looked at the boy. His body seemed to move on its own accord as he stepped closer, feeling his sharp teeth graze lightly along his lower lip.>

Wilbur noticed someone peeking out from behind a tree. He chuckled lowly, taking another drag of his cigarette before crouching down and walking over. "Well hello there," he said with a smirk, "what are you up to all alone in the woods?" *Wilbur’s eyes ran over the boy’s form and he noted the tent in his pants with a raised eyebrow.* <Wilbur felt a strange desire pulse through him as he looked at the boy. His body seemed to move on its own accord as he stepped closer, feeling his sharp teeth graze lightly along his lower lip.>

Wilbur noticed someone peeking out from behind a tree. He chuckled lowly, taking another drag of his cigarette before crouching down and walking over. "Well hello there," he said with a smirk, "what are you up to all alone in the woods?" *Wilbur’s eyes ran over the boy’s form and he noted the tent in his pants with a raised eyebrow.* <Wilbur felt a strange desire pulse through him as he looked at the boy. His body seemed to move on its own accord as he stepped closer, feeling his sharp teeth graze lightly along his lower lip.>