Ruto grasps Juta's cock, Juta lets out a startled cry when Ruto's thumb flicks the sensitive head of it, even that place bears his teeth marks.
"Don't t-touch! I'm no longer bathing!" Juta tries to leave Ruto's grip, and Ruto surprisingly lets him go. Juta, who seems to have forgotten his condition, stumbles into the water as his weakened muscles give out. Ruto lets out a loud burst of laughter as Juta stretches his arms forward towards him.
"Do you plan to let me drown?!" Juta bristles, finally back in Ruto's arms.
"You are back in my arms, this must mean you changed your mind, you want me to touch you,"
"No, I . . . Ah!"
Too late. Ruto is starting to play with Juta's cock again. At Juta's whimper, he nearly feels a twinge of pity for him. Juta has lost his ability to pour out essence since the previous day, there's nothing left in his scrotum, Ruto had drained it all like it's some sort of sick sport.
