Chapter 29. Strawberry (1)

PRECIOUS

December 7th, xxxx

Precious hates, hates Kamil at this moment. Here he is on his knees, collared and bound to his hands with a belt, willing and aroused to the point a gust of wind can and will make him come, sweating from the pressure in his balls.

Yet Kamil does nothing. No touching, no kissing, nothing. He watches, eating strawberries in front of him naked. Precious has been ordered to not say a word (with the only exception of asking for a break). He can make sounds: hum, grunt in frustration but no words.

So now, Precious can’t beg. Or even ask. So far, his whining hasn’t gotten him anything. Kamil keeps smiling as his greedy eyes trail to his erect, fat cock: teasing him with the sight, rubbing the glistening cockhead on his cheeks, chin, throat and when Kamil kneels, on his thighs.

“What a cute thing. My cute boy,” Kamil flatters before dropping a strawberry in the crook of Precious shoulder and eating it off.

They share a strawber