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Alone in his private sanctuary, he indulges in forbidden pleasure. His large, veined cock aches in his hand, a willing captive to his teasing. Each stroke is a whispered command, a dance on the edge of ecstasy. He knows the rules; he must not cross the line, not yet. Not until he's told. The anticipation is a delicious torment, his body humming with unspent desire, as he teases himself to the brink of madness.