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The Grooming: Nathan's eyes spoke volumes. The large, brown pools gazed back at me as I moved around him, sizing him up and assessing him inch by inch. His long, dark lashes fluttered as he nervously studied my movements, desperately trying to figure out what I would do next. I liked keeping him in suspense. When I ran my hands over his body, he couldn't help but moan and tremble. He wanted to be owned, but didn't have the words yet to ask for it. For him, the taboo of what he desires was still something unspeakable and scary. I knew I could ease him into his new destiny. To make him what he was always meant to be: a slave for men like me. His smooth body was surprisingly toned. He had the look of a suburban boy, removed from hard labor and used to a life of video games and fun.
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