Drabble - Pairing unspecified
He's hot, his skin glistens in the fading light of the day. Occasionally he struggles against the ropes that bind him, hoping to feel them give. They never do.
His Master is in cool linen, feet bare, drinking from a glass that is frosted from the ice; cubes chink, tormenting the boy who whines, desperate for succour.
The sun blazes down and Master is smiling as he holds an ice cube aloft, holds it over his boy’s naked skin, watches as the first drip lands on overheated skin. He smiles as his boy’s body flinches.
Is this punishment or reward? Neither are sure.