The toy and the boy

The boy sat at his desk. He worked very hard; not just on homework but on strategic thinking. He thought about all the eventualities of decisions and he kept in constant contact with other boys, to check that they were on the same page. He sat at his lap top and he read and wrote and he made many, many telephone calls.

Meanwhile, his toy sat on the shelf and waited. She was a patient toy most of the time, and she knew that the boy would eventually get her down from the shelf and play with her and she would feel valued again. Her true use was to be played with and she understood that.

But, the boy had become so busy of late that the toy was beginning to wonder if the boy really did want to play with her any more. The toy was inclined to moments of insecurity and her thoughts ran wild with fears and doubts that the boy had outgrown his toy.

One day, as the boy passed by the shelf, he looked up momentarily at the toy on the shelf, and he noticed a tear form in her eye. He began to search his mind as to why his toy might be so sad and he thought that perhaps it was time to bring the toy down from the shelf. In fact, his toy had been sitting patiently on the shelf for such a time that she was dusty. As he dusted her, he began to understand that toys must be used regularly, or they will gather dust. A dusty toy is a sad toy and he did not want his toy to be sad. He realized that he must take a break from his work and play with his toy right away.

He took from his drawer an accessory for his toy. It was a new accessory for her and he wondered why he had not used it before now. It would be a nice reward for such a patient toy as her.

He told his toy to bite on the gag he placed in her mouth and as she did, he tied the gag around her head. The toy was made speechless and with her mouth wide open, she began to slobber down her chin. But, the toy was not upset by this. She enjoyed the lack of words and she enjoyed the sounds that were emitting out of her open mouth. She began to relax immediately and the boy could see that the accessory was just right for his toy.

With her mouth held open, the boy felt that the toy would enjoy having her other holes used. He tweaked her nipples and with an inability to talk, the boy noticed that his toy enjoyed that. He did it again, and he felt down to this hole and that. He felt a rush of fluids in one hole and he noticed his fingers were wet. The toy was looking for another accessory now and this time he poked her. She moaned and groaned ecstatically, and so he did it over and over again.

His toy was quite limp; more like a rag doll now and he lifted her up a little higher and poked her again. Now, her groans were very intense, but sweet sounding. She seemed to love that, and he did it over and over again, until she seemed exhausted.

Finally, he felt that the toy was worn out, and while he washed, he left her lying on her side with the accessory in her mouth. When he returned, she seemed very content; a truly happy toy. He undid the accessory, supervised her wash, and with a tender kiss, told the toy that he loved her still. He promised the toy that he would play with her more often.

It was time for the toy to go back on her shelf, but the tear in her eye had been replaced with a smile on her mouth. She felt she was a lucky toy to belong such a caring boy.