He's got him in the palm of his hand.
Closed in his fist, smashing all that he's worked for. His family, his job, his success and especially pride, all what was taken by the power of sex and the blindness caused by lust.
He comes running back to the boy on his knees pleading ..to have him under him, entangled in the silk sheets. His moans are intoxicating, addicting for most but still the man chases begging for attention. Disregarding all consequences, he puts the boy first.
He knows the boy is no good.
Perhaps he just doesn't care.