Nod, But Point At His Cock

He looks down to where you're pointing, but shakes his head. "Sorry, but no cum for at least another day. I don't want you to grow dependent on it." You try pointing again, but he still shakes his head. "I said, no." He hands you the plate of food he was working on. "Here, you can eat this."

But you slap the plate out of his hand, the content landing all over the bed, and point at his cock. He doesn't seem too pleased with your behavior. "Fine. If that's the way you're going to behave, then you get nothing. When you clean up that attitude of yours, you'll get some cum. Not a moment before."

He then leaves the room. You try reaching out to him, desperately pointing at his cock, but he's already gone. You collapse onto the bed, your legs refusing to move at all. You cry out desperately for him, but no words come from your mouth, just sounds. Tears form in your eyes, you want his cum so bad it hurts.

You then remember the buckets of cum near the bed, and try crawling over to them. But before you can get far, you stop suddenly, and feel pressure around your wrist. You look at it to see that your wrist is chained to the bed. You try tugging at it, but it won't budge, and it hurts if you try too hard.

Your lips tremble, and tears fall down your cheek. Cum is so close to you, but impossible to get to. Did he leave it out here just to taunt you? No, he's been too nice to you, to do something like that. Maybe he wants you to get over your cum addiction somehow. You don't know, and thinking about it hurts your stomach.

But then you see the remains of the food you didn't want over the bed. It's not cum, but you try a little anyway. It doesn't taste like cum, so you hate it. But, it is food.