The illicit thrill of our boy toy

The boy, a new addition to the household staff, catches the homeowner's eye. His youthful energy and sultry glances stir something deep within the homeowner, awakening desires long dormant. One evening, as the boy cleans the living room, the homeowner enters, his eyes locked onto the boy's lithe body. He leans in, his voice low and commanding, "Come here, boy." The boy pauses, then approaches, his eyes never leaving the homeowner's intense gaze. The homeowner reaches out, his hand cupping the boy's cheek, thumb brushing against his soft lips. "You know what I want, don't you?" he whispers. The boy nods, his breath hitching as the homeowner's hand drops to his crotch, squeezing his growing bulge. "Good. Now, show me how much you want it."

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