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The objectification of Douglas, essentially mandating he remain motionless in the awkward kneeling pose, presenting him as a mere piece of furniture, serves to bring comfort to an equally naked Roger. I send him to the kitchen to open the wine and upon return, two glasses in hand, he sits next to me on the couch. Within minutes we are conversing as we would on one of our regular Saturday night dates.
Small talk, but that linear mind plods and he cannot keep his eyes off the eight plus inches standing like a candlestick atop a human coffee table.
“Therapy,” he proclaims, a bit of a non sequitur, sipping wine and nodding as if understanding.
“He needs discipline, the guidance of a firm woman. He needs to know he pleases, and in his subjugated nakedness he in fact pleases me. Very pal
