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A eager amateur, hunger in his eyes, sits alone in a dimly lit room. The only sound is the quiet drip of a leaky faucet. He's here for one reason: to obey. A voice echoes, 'Suck cock, slave.' He complies, unzipping his jeans to release his hardening member. He takes it in his hand, stroking slowly, savoring the anticipation. The voice grows harsher, 'Faster, you pathetic worm.' He quickens his pace, spit dripping from his lips, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The voice commands him to edge, to tease himself to the brink, but not to come. He's a slave to his own desire, bound by the orders he relishes.