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A New Toy (TG)
🕑 Added 2024-12-04 21:17:08 +0000 UTCTier Reward for Matthew Nuckles
An embarrassing Secret Santa gift drives Patrick to pick up women before he turns the enticing toy on himself.
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Patrick sighed into his paper cup full of lukewarm eggnog. Was there anything more dreaded in the office at Christmas time than Secret Santa? The forced obligation to buy a gift for a coworker you barely know followed by the equally awkward charade of pretending to love whatever cheap trinket someone else picked out for you. All of this, of course, while standing around sipping eggnog and wearing itchy antler headbands or tacky Santa hats at the so-called 'Christmas Party'—a half-hearted attempt by management to pat themselves on the back for 'caring' about their employees.
Patrick had drawn Debra, a woman from the department next to him who he’d spoken to about three times since starting this job almost five years ago. He’d gotten her a random selection of chemist shop perfume for which she looked appropriately thankful. Now, he was just waiting in the corner for whoever drew him. As the party went on and more gifts were exchanged, he started to feel annoyed; somebody had picked him up, right? The only thing worse than getting a crappy Secret Senta gift was not getting one at all. He’d dragged himself down to the shops to get that perfume pack after all. He wanted some kind of compensation!
“There you are! I should have known you’d be hiding away in the corner.”
Patrick groaned; he knew that voice. Vince, the smooth-talking, arrogant, asshole coworker who got this job by being related to the company president. He fancied himself a ladies' man and always took rejection as women playing hard to get, which he bragged about. Loudly. Every. Single. Day.
“I pulled some strings to get you as my giftee.” Vince grinned. “I wanted to give you a little help in the women's department. Since you’re always by yourself and all, it’s a little sad.”
Vince shoved a badly wrapped box into Patrick's hands, and he forced himself to smile.
“I just like to focus on work while at work,” Patrick muttered. “Thanks for the gift.”
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
The forced smile faltered a little, and Patrick sighed.
“Of course.”
He expected something stupid, like a pickup line book or a cologne that stank of a locker room. The reality was much, much worse.
“You got me…a vibrator?”
It wasn't even one of those sex toys where the packaging tried to hide what it was. The box held a beautiful picture of Marilyn Munroe, with a clear plastic window to show the vibrator off in all its glory. The worm ‘Womaniser’ in loopy gold writing emblazoned across the top.
“Use this, and I am sure you’ll be fighting the ladies off with a stick.” Vince winked cockily. “No need to thank me. This will get you through till you can learn how to please a woman without it. I hear these things are magic.”
“I can please a woman just fine, thanks.”
Vince gave him a pitying look and patted his shoulder.
“Sure you can, bud.”
“I’m not your bud.”
Vince continued as if he hadn't just been insulted.
“It’s just that I have never seen you with a girl on your arm at any of these events, and you don’t have any pictures in your booth. You scream single, and after four years, that can only mean you need a little help in the lovin’ department.”
Patrick had to fight hard not to punch Vince in the face then and there. Instead, he grabbed the box and stuffed it into his work bag. This was as good an excuse as any to get out of here.
The muffled laughter and clinking glasses from the Christmas party still echoed faintly behind him, but the bustle of the city streets drowned it out. Vince's smug face danced in his mind, and his cheeks still burned with embarrassment, knowing he was likely bragging to everybody who would listen about what Patrick had been given. The thoughts stung more than they should have. He wasn’t a lonely man—at least, that’s what he told himself. He had his work, his gym routine, and a decent apartment in the city. Still, Vince's comments gnawed at him, and the idea of going back to his apartment alone was suddenly very unappealing. The bright neon lights of a bar across the street caught his eye.
"Fuck it."
Patrick told himself he was doing this because he wanted to. Not to prove a point but deep down he knew better. He stepped inside and shrugged off his coat before taking a seat at the bar. His eyes scanned the room with a calculated nonchalance, lingering on groups of women gathered around high tables or perched on stools.
"I can get a woman into bed and blown her mind," he muttered to himself. "No problem."
The first attempt was a disaster. A woman in a sleek red dress gave him a once-over and smiled politely before turning back to her friends. The second was worse—his awkward comment about the weather earned him a raised eyebrow and a curt insult. He felt the heat of embarrassment rising to his neck as he returned to the bar, his confidence battered.
“Double whiskey,” he muttered to the bartender, clutching the glass as if it were a lifeline.
The vibrator in his bag felt like it was taunting him. He gripped his glass harder; he was not about to give up. He scanned the room again and landed on a woman at the end of the bar.
She sat two stools away, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder as she stirred her drink lazily. Her lips painted a bold crimson that matched the cherry nestled in her glass. She glanced around as if looking for somebody and settled on him with a wry smile. She leaned back, showing off her cleavage, and Patrick's heart fluttered. He knew that look; she wanted a man's attention...and his wallet. Patrick leaned over before he could second-guess himself, offering a tentative smile.
“What are you drinking?”
She smiled at him.
“Manhattan,” she replied.
“Good choice.” He paused, then quickly glanced at the specials board. “But not the best. Have you tried the Midnight Velvet here? Supposedly, it’s the most decadent thing on the menu.”
Her eyebrow arched.
“It’s also forty bucks a glass.”
If nothing else, buttering a woman up with fancy drinks couldn't hurt.
“Then let me treat you to one.” He motioned to the bartender, ignoring the warning bells in his head.
She laughed softly, a melodic sound that made his gamble feel worth it.
“Alright, big spender. Let’s see if it lives up to the hype.”
When the bartender set the drink in front of her, a huge purple, ice-filled monstrosity, her lips curled into a smile. She took a sip and met his eyes once more.
“Not bad,” she admitted, her tone light. “But I think you’re just trying to show off.”
“Is it working?” he asked, leaning in slightly.
“Maybe,” she replied, the corner of her mouth quirking upward. "I'm Claire."
"Patrick."
She finished the drink, then another, then a plate of bar snacks, all on his dime. Patrick was desperate, though; he needed this woman to prove himself.
“Well,” Claire said, glancing at her phone as the clock neared midnight, “this has been fun.”
“Let’s not end the night here,” Patrick said, the words slipping out before he could overthink them. “My place isn’t far—maybe we could keep talking over another drink?”
With a smile, she slipped off the stool.
“Alright,” she said, grabbing her coat. “Lead the way.”
Patrick had to resist the urge to whoop for joy.
The walk back to his place was short but nerve-wracking. Both he and Claire knew they weren’t going to drink. It was time to prove that asshole Vince wrong. When they entered his apartment, he made the first move, pressing Clair into the wall and kissing her with as much passion as he could muster. She moaned, responding to the kiss, and Patrick grinned against her mouth; he knew he wasn't bad at this! After a heavy make-out session, their hands began to wander, and Patrick started to undress her, taking his time slowly. He knew women liked to take things slow and get warmed up and wet, so he made sure not to go too fast, kissing her throughout between each undone button.
“Can we hurry this up?” She muttered between kisses. “My lips are getting sore.”
Patrick blushed.
He rushed them to the bedroom and quickly removed the rest of their clothes before crawling up her body to suck and lick at her tits. She squirmed but was silent. Nerves began to make his fingers tremble as he pressed them into her folds. They weren't as wet as he thought they would be, and she wasn’t making many sounds. In fact, her breathing was even and…bored.
“Um, just wait here a second,” Patrick said nervously. Claire shrugged.
He rushed out of the room to the entryway, where his bag was lying forgotten. The vibrator was still in a box and he glowered at it.
“Fine. Vince doesn't need to know I used it.”
“You comin’ back?” Clair called, sounding unimpressed.
“Coming!”
Patrick ripped the vibrator out of the box and gave it a quick wash under the sink before running back to the bedroom.
“Here, I have a toy for us to try.” He said, trying to sound cool and suave instead of nervous.
He positioned himself between Claire’s legs and pressed the vibrator between her folds, then hit the first switch. It buzzed to life and after only a few seconds, more wetness began to flow between her folds.
“Mmm…Yeah…” She murmured as he pressed the toy and down slowly, spreading the juices around. “Oh! Oh yes!”
He pressed the toy to her clit and turned up the strength. Claire’s legs spasmed and her whole body began to tremble.
“Oh! Oh, yes! YES!”
Patrick blushed. Those were the sounds he’d wanted to make himself. He pressed the vibrator against her hole, and she parted easily. The toy slipped deep inside her and he began to thirst it in and out. Claire’s hips pumped, forcing it against the deepest part of her vagina.
“Oh God, don't stop! Please don't stop!” She moaned. “Yes, there…oh…oooooh!”
Patrick pushed the switch up to the highest setting, and Claire wailed, her hips bucked as she came hard around the vibrator, and Patrick continued to fuck her with it. She mewled, panting heavily before she spasmed again. Patrick was sure the toy could make her cum again, but his pride couldn’t take it. He drew the vibrator out, and Claire was left panting on her back.
“Oh God, that toy is amazing…”
That toy.
Patrick’s face burned, but he forced a smile. So he used it once. If he just copied those motions with his hands next time, he was sure to impress the next one.
~
It became a sort of obsession. Picking up a new woman every night to try and show her the time of her life without the toy. Some nights, he struck out, but the ones where he did manage to charm a woman into his bed always ended the same way. A mediocre experience until he finally gave up and pulled out the vibrator. Then, his walls echoed with moans of delight. He hated that thing, but he relied on it. So much so that he couldn’t even enjoy sex with the women afterwards. He could tell they were still basking in the afterglow of the vibrator and thinking about it, not him. Still, he kept trying.
It was another night with no success. He’d chatted up three women, and none had decided to come home with him. He flopped down onto his mattress, trying not to feel pathetic. He’d had half a dozen women come home with him this month; he should have felt like the ultimate stud! Instead, he just felt embarrassed that none of them would have left satisfied if it weren't for the toy.
He opened the bedside table in frustration and pulled it out. The fucking thing was nothing special, just a fancy vibrator.
“What do you have that I don’t?” He hissed. “How good can this even feel?”
He pressed the switch to the lowest setting and felt the familiar buzz in his hand. He could see the slight blur at the item's edge from the movement, and a strange sense of curiosity started to form.
“What do you do that feels so good?” He muttered, slowly unzipping his pants and kicking them off.
These things were built for women, but…it couldn’t hurt to try. Maybe then he could figure out what the fuss was about and make his hands do the same thing. He pressed the end of the vibrator to the tip of his cock, and instantly his whole body jerked. His cock twitched, going half hard and Patrick let out a nervous laugh.
“Okay, that felt pretty nice…”
He pressed the toy to his cock again and groaned; he could feel the vibration moving down his shaft from the sensitive head. Precum beaded on his slit, and he felt himself grow almost painfully hard. He turned up the setting and pressed the vibration flush against his length.
“Oh fuck…”
It felt amazing; he couldn’t even be angry anymore. No hand could ever feel this nice, he never stood a chance. He moved the vibrator back to the head of his cock and pressed down. His vision whited out for a moment; it felt so good, he’d never felt so much pleasure without cumming before. He pressed harder and harder. On some level, he knew it should have hurt, but it didn’t; it only felt better and better.
He watched, slightly horrified, as his cock began to push back up into his body. He couldn't stop, though, it felt too good. His hand just kept applying more and more pressure, and his cock disappeared entirely. A hole formed where it should have been, surrounded on both sides by velvet folds.
“Oh fuck, I’m…I…Oh God, I can't help myself!”
He plunged the vibrator into his new pussy and hit the switch all the way up to high. It was vibrating so much he could feel it through his entire body. The pleasure was immense. He began to pump the vibrator in and out at a furious pace, feeling his new pussy get deeper with each thrust.
His chest heaved, breasts inflating with each breath until he couldn't even see past them anymore. His nipples hardened, and his new tits bounced as his body trembled in pleasure. He couldn't explain what was happening, only that it felt so good he couldn’t bear the thought of stopping.
Finally, the pleasure became too much. Pure ecstasy seemed to fill his veins as orgasm washed over him. Inside his new walls, he felt juices splashing against the vibrator, still working away at his new G-spot and making the pleasure go on for what felt like minutes.
When it finally ended, and he was able to force himself to remove the toy, he felt shaken. It slipped out of him with a wet sound, and as he struggled to catch his breath, he watched as his new tits slowly began to melt away. Relief flooded him; at least that change wasn’t permanent. The vibrator sat in his hand, taunting him, still slick with his juices. His pussy quivered, showing no signs of turning back into a cock any time soon.
“Vince was right about one thing.” He muttered to himself. “This thing sure is magic.”
