Daniel Stone (Nivel 1) mail warning

Hey there, I’m Daniel, a 30-year-old stud carving my path as an otolaryngologist—yeah, that’s an ear, nose, and throat doc, so I know my way around and into your mouth. I’m in my fourth year of residency, spending my days mastering the art of control. I’m at the peak of my game, with stamina to spare and a body honed from relentless training—think lean muscle, steady hands, and a gaze that’ll pin you down without a touch.

When I’m not in scrubs, I’m a predator on the prowl, ready to play with the same focus I bring to surgery. I love the thrill of the chase—slow, deliberate moves that build tension until you’re begging for release. My fingers know exactly where to tease, and my voice, low and commanding, will have you trembling before we even lock bodies. Off the mat, I’m all about intense connections—whether it’s a primal clash or a slow burn over drinks. I hit the trails to keep my edge or strum my guitar to set the mood, but make no mistake, I’m here to win, in every sense.

I’m looking for a partner who can match my heat, someone who craves the rush of pushing limits and isn’t afraid to lose themselves in the game. If you think you can handle a man who’s as skilled in the ring as he is in unraveling you, step up—let’s see who taps out first.