His head held there, he says nothing, just glaring back to her as his spittle splatters back on his forehead.  Wincing as her hand smacks into his cheek, his head jerking form the blow in the vines grip.<br/><br/>As much as he wants to, he cannot turn his head to look as she moves behind him.  A puzzled look coming from him. at the idea that this is not the punishment he thought it would be.  What did she mean by that?  Anything she has done so far has not been good...<br/><br/>Jules gasps as her hand closes about him, and strokes over his cock.  That hand does feel so good as it moves over him.  His cock getting harder and harder, after a couple of times, it is almost rock hard.<br/><br/>And she stops.  Jules lets out a breath in frustration.  Pulling lightly on the vines, but they hold him as always.  Closing his eyes as the things smacks against his ass.  Afraid of what she is about to do, do to him with that hideous thing.  Gritting his teeth, trying his best to think of something else, anything else, than what is about to happen.  As the tip touches him, he takes a breath, trying to prepare himself.