Chapter 25

White stars formed before Leo’s eyes as Dock continued to manipulate the fuzzy globes of his nuts and was about to beg him to stop, but felt Dock pull away just before a pleasured insanity threatened to overwhelm Leo’s brain.

“This may be the only time I chop everything exactly the same size,” Dock said, his voice strained, as if he himself was trying to hold back the wave of lust that was now palpable in the room. Leo could sense it, even without seeing it; there was the smell of man and sex and something more electric and uneasy in the air. He responded to it by letting out a small whimper that did nothing to assuage his need.

“I bet you chop everything, every time, the exact same size. I can only imagine the frustration and stress you have endured for the sake of perfection. Can you hear the knife?”