I felt totally degraded as Mr. Tickles whispered into my ear with his fetid breath, “Oh, you LIKE toys in your butt, don’t you, Nicky-poo? Yeah you do.”, and the meanie slowly started back in, tickling all along my sides and arched back, sending me into a renewed frenzy of sputtering behind the gag, and straining against the tight bindings keeping me in this head-down, ass-up position atop the table. I jiggle and jerk in place, but he has me so successfully bound, I ain't going nowhere.
Then, changing it up and sending me into total histrionics, the pervert went back to tickling the soles of my feet…while simultaneously slapping my ass cheeks with his other hand…all this while the egg buzzed along doing it’s thing in my butt! Despite myself, I started to groan with pleasure, and Mr. Tickle laughed while I writhed slightly below him on the table, saying, “Oh, you’re a naughty little tickle-slut, aren’t you, Nick? Yes you are. Yes you are! Ohohoh! Look at you go! Oh, Mr. Tickle knows how you like it! Yeah, I’m going to make you love it, you little brat! That’s right! Oh! Cum for me! Cum on, Nicky! Oh! Now? Now? Huh? Huh? Yeeaaahhhh. There you go.”.
And Mr. Tickles suddenly, in the midst of all this commotion, with no warning whatsoever, yanks the vibrating egg out of my butt, causing me to splooge all over the place in a shuddering climax, while he begins stroking my pulsing cock like he’s milking a cow udder, happy to witness his total control over his helpless boy-toy as he coaxes the last of my jizz from my throbbing teen prick.
I'm shuddering and sweat-drenched as he then says...
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