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Mid Saturday afternoon I work out at the gym returning to my apartment for a massage and bath. It’s relaxing to be rubbed down by a boy with a massive erection, knowing the organ swells only for my enjoyment and certainly not for his. Afterwards I sit in the tub, Douglas recharging my wine glass with the snap of my fingers, otherwise standing nearby in the stress position of my demanding, while fully erect of course. And I will not hear a single chime from his bell covered flesh.
With the third glass I arise. Douglas dries me, coveting feminine charms he will taste but in which he will never otherwise savor.
“Time to watch a video, Douglas. Come.”
I don a robe and take hold of his nostril tube. As he walks behind the peeling if his many, many bells makes the apartment sound lik
