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Bound by his own desire, he kneels, hands secured behind his back. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch that's not there. His breath comes in ragged gasps, cock straining against the confines of his jeans. With a growl, he frees himself, fisting his length with abandon. The room spins, his body arches, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, panting, sated, yet yearning for more.