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The soft boy, his body lean and hairless, finds solace in the privacy of the basement. He's alone, but the weight of his desires is heavy, and he can't help but give in to the urge to touch himself. His cock, soft and pliant, grows hard in his hand, and he begins to stroke, his moans filling the small space. He's a submissive soul, his pleasure drawn out by the thought of being watched, of being used. His cum, when it finally comes, is a hot, sticky mess, dripping from his hand, coating his stomach, and leaving him panting, spent, and thoroughly satisfied.