Happy Valentine's Part 4/4 - Boy Toy (Patreon)

"Aww, you look even cuter without your clothes on!" she crooned, watching him step out of the bathroom, hands cupped shyly over his manhood. "Now, now, don't be nervous. You weren't this shy at the bar!"

He wasn't, it was true. If anything, he was shocked - surprised that such a cute and wealthy-looking young lady would frequent such a hole of a place. His ego had swollen when she laughed at his jokes, touching his knee with her dainty hand. Her nails were painted a pearlescent blue but now were obscured by a fuzzy black glove.

"Step forwards, now. Into the middle of the room."

The fluffy carpet tickled his soles. She lounged on a red couch, black silk panties molded to her shape, making his member stiffen as he moved his hands away from it. She tittered. His cheeks flushed.

"So adorable." She got up. Her coat, luxuriously fluffy and wolf-grey, settled around her like mist. "Stop there, right there. Now, cutie pie, hands up!"

"Uhm- wh-?"

She waggled a finger. "Good boy toys don't need to be told twice. Arms in the air."

Gulping, he conceded, raising his arms above his head. Cool air met his smooth pits. He whimpered as she tied a black blindfold over his eyes.

"Don't be frightened, now, darling. I always treat my toys well."

"Wh- what are you planning to do...?"

He tried vainly to turn his head to follow her voice as she went to fetch something. There was a click and a pressure around the base of his cock.

"Mngh-!"

"That should keep you nice and excited for me!"

"Wh- wait!" His whole body shook as the low vibrations began to ripple through him. "I'm- hah- really-"

"Sensitive? Ooh, I know, I could tell. I love sensitive boys, they're so vocal and needy and..."

Her fur coat pressed against his back and a gloved hand travelled up his side.

"Ticklish~"

With a scream of laughter, he bucked against his restraints, unable to defend his sides from her tickling hands. Even as a younger man he'd been excruciatingly ticklish, girlfriends always humiliating him for his super-sensitive pits and sides, blowing raspberries on his navel or tickling his feet, but the soft gloves and buzzing at his cock made it a thousand times worse. He tried to wriggle, to squirm, to protect his belly or ribs or armpits, but her fingers found every ticklish spot he knew of - and a few he didn't, playing between his shoulders and behind his knees.

"Mmm, so ticklish!" Her voice was honeyed and happy. He groaned between his shrieks as her hand cupped and rubbed his heavy balls. "Looks like you're going to be the perfect pet. You're already loving it!"

He wailed out in protest as her fingertips began tickling his sensitive, full balls, each bristle of the velvet like a tiny feather determined to wring every laugh out of him. Torture, torture, torture; the smell of her perfume made his head dizzy but he couldn't stop gulping it in with each desperate laugh.

"Get nice and comfy, big boy." Her laughter sparkled throughout the room, setting off fireworks behind his vision. "We're gonna be here aaaall night, and I'm just getting started..."