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The dimly lit massage parlor is his playground, the unsuspecting clients his canvas. He starts innocently, his strong hands kneading the tension from their shoulders, but his mind is elsewhere. His gaze drifts to the reflection in the mirror, his eyes locking onto the crotch of the man lying face down on the table. He leans in, his breath hot on the man's ear, "You have a lot of tension here," he murmurs, his hand straying lower, tracing the outline of the man's cock through his pants. The man stiffens, but not in protest, and the masseur smirks, his own cock twitching in anticipation. He knows he's found his next victim, ready to relieve them of more than just their tension.