I Found The Perfect Boy to Make My Wife

After a long and exhaustive search, I have finally found the perfect boy to make my wife.
He is as pretty as any girl I’ve seen, with unblemished, milky-white flesh, pouty lips, and a round, little bubble-butt that gets me hard whenever I picture bending him over and ramming home my seven-incher. I just know he’ll take to my cock like a fish to water.
He is painfully shy to the extent he has difficulties meeting girls his age. He lives alone, rarely dates, and has a mild, submissive temperament. I am positive that once properly trained, he will bring me years of companionship and an infinite number of orgasms.
At the moment, he is unaware he is gay and of course, if he knew of my plans for him, he would most certainly flee this city and state, perhaps even the country, and hide somewhere I could never find him.
Ronnie works for me, and with only ten other employees, we have frequent contact. We speak every day, and I have gained his full trust and respect.
Most of my workers sit at desks all day staring at computer screens, and are accustomed to me standing behind them, giving them shoulder and neck massages to keep them relaxed, and focused on their jobs.
Ronnie, at first, was tense when I placed my hands on him; he was self-conscious of my attention. But when he observed me performing the same service for everyone else, he readily accepted my daily massages as part of his job.
Of course, what he doesn’t know is that everyone he works with is gay, and they are required to not only acquiesce to my massages but to also perform ‘extra-curricular activities’ with me as a routine part of their employment contracts.
Which makes me happy Ronnie came along when he did; I have...