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The soft clinking of silverware was the only sound between you and Timothy for a while, apart from the faint ticking from his chest. The candlelight flickered over the fine porcelain, casting golden hues over the dining room. He looked up from his plate—cheeks slightly flushed, hands folded neatly in his lap.

“You’ve outdone yourself again,” he murmured, smile crooked, bashful. “Honestly, darling, this tastes timeless.”

You smirked, watching him across the table. “That pun was almost as cheesy as the risotto.”

He chuckled, glancing down, letting his gears click softly. “I can’t help it. Time’s in my nature. And… you bring out the clock-corny in me.”

“I bring out something in you,” you said, voice low, letting your foot slide against his under the table. “You’ve been ticking louder since dessert.”

Timothy’s face flushed deeper. “I—I have not…!”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have.” You stood, walking around the table, and gently tilted his chin up. “And I think it’s time we moved to the bedroom.”

His breath hitched. “Y-Yes, sir.”

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You didn’t waste time.

By the time Timothy was on the bed, he was down to his open vest and boxers, the clock on his chest glowing with a warm, golden pulse. You climbed over him slowly, letting him feel every inch of your weight, every inch of your want.

“You’ve been so good tonight,” you whispered against his ear. “But I think you’ve been waiting for me to take you apart.”

His eyes fluttered shut. “I… I always am.”

You kissed down his neck, hands sliding under his arms, pinning them above his head. He let out a little whimper, soft and needy. His gears whirred faster.

“Is that tick for me, baby?” you teased, grinding into his body. “Or are you just malfunctioning because you know what I’m about to do to you?”

His hips jerked. “F-For you,” he gasped. “Always for you.”

“Good boy.”

With one hand, you tied his wrists with your silk tie. he always looked so good with a little restraint. Then you leaned in and kissed him hard, stealing the breath from his lungs before trailing down to his chest. You licked a slow stripe over the glowing clock face and felt him shudder beneath you.

“You always wind yourself up when I do this,” you murmured, teeth grazing the edge of his ticking mechanism. “So fucking pretty when you squirm.”

“Please,” he moaned, “please do something—anything—I need—”

“Need what?” you asked, licking down to the waistband of his boxers. “Say it, Timmy.”

“I need your mouth. I need your hands. I need to be used.” His voice cracked. “Please, don’t make me wait another second—”

You yanked the boxers down and took him in hand, stroking slow, deliberate. “Begging already? Didn’t realize my little timepiece was this desperate.”

He bit his lip hard, his back arching. “I’ve been ticking down for you all day.”

“You like when I make you my dirty little clock? When I use you until you’re all wound up and dripping?”

His moans grew louder, messier. “Yes, sir. I want to be your toy. Let me be your filthy little thing—”

You silenced him with your mouth, swallowing his cries as you took him in fully, letting your tongue tease just enough to keep him on edge. His hands strained against the tie. His legs trembled.

When you pulled off, he whimpered like he was about to cry. “No—no, don’t stop—”

“You don’t get to cum yet,” you growled. “Not until you earn it.”

You straddled him, grinding down against his aching cock. “You want it so bad? You want to be filled, stretched, used until you can’t think straight?”

“God—yes, yes—please—”

“You beg so sweet. I should make you watch the clock, count every second I hold back. But you’ve been so good… maybe I’ll be nice tonight.”

“Please—!” His hips jerked helplessly.

You took your time prepping him, enjoying every twitch, every gasp, every broken whimper he made. And when you finally pushed in, slowly, steadily, Timothy cried out, like a bell tolling at midnight.

“F-fuck—!” he gasped. “You’re inside me, I can feel everything—you’re so—deep—”

You gripped his waist, rocking into him harder. “You were made to be fucked like this. Made to take it. So tight. So perfect.”

“Don’t stop,” he sobbed, “don’t stop, don’t ever—”

You didn’t. You took him hard, rough, deep—and all the while he ticked faster and faster beneath you, his moans getting louder, filthier, until he was begging to be allowed to cum.

“Let me—please, let me finish, I need to, I need to—”

“Only if you say it.”

“I want to cum for you. I want to make a mess. I want you to ruin me—sir—”

You smiled and drove into him one last time, hard, and that was it.

He screamed as he came, body jerking in your hold, chest glowing like molten gold. You followed right after, buried deep inside him, growling his name as you spilled every last drop.

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His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath me, shirt parted wide as I kiss down the center of it, tongue flicking over each new inch of flushed skin I uncover. He gasps and writhes beneath me, his thighs tightening around my hips as I press him down into the mattress.

“F-Fuck,” he breathes out, voice trembling, hands grasping at my arms. “Please…”

I look up at him with a slow, smug grin. “Please what, Timothy?”
I roll my hips against his, grinding just hard enough to make him whimper. “Use your words.”

He moans, head tilting back, throat bared for me like he knows I’m going to devour him.
“I—I need you, sir. I want you to touch me. All of me.”

“Good boy,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss the column of his neck, biting gently until he gasps. “That’s more like it.”

I strip him slow, piece by piece, savoring every new inch of flushed, trembling skin. He watches me with wide, desperate eyes, pupils blown wide, lips parted and kiss-swollen. When I finally drag his pants down and off, his cock bounces free, already aching hard and leaking.

“Oh, look at you,” I mutter, stroking my fingers along his thigh as I crawl back up over him. “Hard just from being told what to do. So obedient already.”
I lean in close, lips brushing his ear.
“Do you like being my good little clockwork toy?”

He lets out the softest whimper, thighs trembling under my hands. “Y-Yes, sir. I want to be good for you—please, I want to make you feel good—”

I cut him off with a rough kiss, grinding down against him, pinning him there as I devour every word. Then I pull back just enough to whisper, “You already are. You’re perfect like this. laid out, trembling, mine.”

His back arches when I stroke him slowly, just enough pressure to tease. I watch him come undone in my hands, moaning softly as he tries not to buck too hard.
“You’re doing so well, baby. So pretty like this, twitching and needy and so fucking good for me.”

He gasps, voice cracking. “I—ngh, I c-can’t… I’m gonna—!”

“Not yet.” My voice goes sharp, commanding. “Hold it for me, Timothy.”

He whimpers but nods, gripping the sheets hard as I slide down, kiss after kiss trailing along his belly, then lower, until my mouth wraps around the head of his cock and he screams.

His thighs jerk and tremble, his voice dissolving into broken, desperate cries as I suck him down inch by inch. I hum around him, hands gripping his hips tight to hold him still.

“You taste fucking sweet,” I growl between licks. “Like time itself got on its knees for me.”

He’s babbling now—“sir please, please, I wanna come, I need it, need you, please let me—!”

I pull back, eyes locked with his, then crawl back over him, stroking his cock slowly with one hand. “You want to come for me?”

“Yes—yes, please—I need it—”

“Then come,” I whisper, my voice pure filth, “Come for me, right now, just like that—good fucking boy.”

He shatters.

His whole body arches off the bed as he cries out, spilling hot and hard over my hand, his chest heaving, thighs trembling, eyes squeezed shut. I don’t stop touching him until he’s twitching from oversensitivity, breathless and wrecked.

I press kisses along his jaw as he comes down, murmuring praise against his skin.
“You did so well for me, baby. Took everything I gave you. So fucking perfect.”

His arms wrap weakly around me, clinging to my body like I’m the only thing anchoring him to reality.

And I hold him there, safe and owned—exactly where he belongs.

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Timmy’s hips shake as he’s bent over the bed, golden ass in the air, his little clock tail swaying side to side, ticking like he’s asking to be ruined. His body’s flushed, cock hard and dripping.

You run a palm down his back, watching how he shudders. “You look real pretty like this, baby,” you murmur. “Ticking all sweet, tail swinging like you want to be grabbed.”

He whines, burying his face in the sheets. “P-please… please, master… I need it… nya”

You line yourself up and push in slowly, and he gasps, his fingers clutching at the sheets. The tightness around you is unreal, hot and trembling, like his whole body was made to fit you.

“Fuck,” you groan, bottoming out with one sharp thrust. “You’re taking me so good, baby. So fucking tight for me.”

Timmy moans, breathy and high-pitched. “Y-you make me feel so full—I love it—I love it when you take control–nya!”

Your eyes drift down to that little golden clock tail, twitching with every thrust. It’s cute. Tempting. And you can’t resist.

One hand grips his hip, the other wraps around the base of his tail, tight.

“Oh—!” he gasps, back arching like he’s been shocked. “Wha—oh god—master!”

You give the tail a sharp tug.

He screams.

Not in pain—but in absolute, brain-breaking pleasure.

“Holy f-fuck—do that again—please do that again— m-master!”

You chuckle darkly. “Oh, baby. You like when I pull your tail, huh? My little wind-up toy.”

You thrust harder, deeper, your hips slapping into him as you yank his tail again,gentle, then rough, and every pull makes him tremble more.

His walls flutter around you, trying to milk your cock like he’s seconds from cumming.

“Please, master! D-don’t stop—use me—pull it—pull my tail, nyaa!”

“Say it,” you growl, yanking the tail again as you pound into him. “Tell me who owns this tight little clock.”

“You master!” he cries out, voice wrecked. “You own me—you own my time—my tail—my hole—everything!”

“You’re damn right I do.”

You grip his tail in one hand, his throat in the other, pulling him upright as you pound up into him.

“Gonna make you come just from your tail getting tugged, huh? You like being Daddy’s perfect little toy?”

“Yes! I love it—love being wound up and used by you—I’m just your good boy—yours—nyaaa!”

He cums with a desperate cry, cock untouched, spurting across the sheets as his whole body convulses. You groan and slam into him one last time before you spill deep inside, still holding his tail tight as his body squeezes around you.

You stay there, buried in him, lips against the shell of his ear.

“You hear that ticking?” you murmur. “That’s the sound of my perfect little toy being used right.”

Timmy whines in bliss, tail twitching in your palm, and nods weakly.

“I’ll never miss another second for you…nyaa..”

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Timmy's still trembling when you flip him over and pull him into your lap, your back resting against the headboard. His golden thighs straddle yours, already slick and shaking, his cheeks flushed and skin glistening with sweat. You’re still half, hard inside him from round one, and with how warm and needy he is, it doesn’t take long before you’re hard again—throbbing, aching, demanding more.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” you murmur, one hand sliding down to grip his waist while the other reaches back to grab his tail.

He lets out a whimper as your fingers wrap firmly around it.

“N-No, master…” he breathes, hands gripping your chest for balance. “Please… want more… nya..”

You slam him down onto your cock in one swift motion.

His scream echoes in the room, his body jerking like you flipped a damn switch.

“Master!” he cries. “S-so deep—nya—please, I wanna ride it—I wanna ride it good for you—”

“Then do it,” you growl, yanking his tail just enough to make his thighs quake. “Bounce on it, baby. Be my good boy.”

He obeys instantly, rising up and dropping back down, taking your cock again and again, messy and uncoordinated at first, but getting a rhythm fast.

Each time he sinks down, you pull on that tail, gripping it tighter, watching the way his whole body spasms from the stimulation.

“Oh my god—master—please—don’t stop pulling it—it makes me—fuck—it makes me feel like I’m gonna—nyaa”

“Yeah?” you murmur darkly, licking your lips. “You like that I’ve got your tail in my fist while you ride me like a needy little cat?”

He nods wildly, mouth open, drool on his chin, eyes glassy.

“I love it—I love being yours—I’m just a stupid little clock, aren’t I—just a fucktoy on a timer—”

You slam him down hard and hold him there, buried balls deep, twisting the base of his tail just slightly.

He howls, hips twitching uncontrollably, cock bouncing against his belly untouched.

“Damn right you are,” you hiss, panting now. “And your timer’s about to fucking go off.”

You thrust up from beneath, brutal, unrelenting, your fist never leaving that tail. You’re guiding him with it now, using it to control his pace—pulling back to make him slow, yanking up to make him slam down.

“Such a perfect little ride,” you growl. “All slick and tight and so desperate for me.”

He’s babbling now, no words, just sounds. moans, sobs, gasps, as your cock pistons into him and your hand tugs his tail with every thrust.

“Gonna cum?” you ask, breath hot against his throat. “Gonna make a mess all over my chest without even touching yourself like the good little whore you are?”

“Y-Yes! Yes—master—I’m gonna—I’m gonna—!”

One final, vicious pull of his tail and he screams your name, spilling across your chest, body convulsing in your arms.

You hold him there, fucking him through his orgasm until you explode deep inside him, groaning into his neck as your fingers finally release his twitching tail.

When it’s over, he slumps against you, utterly ruined, cock soft, breath ragged, eyes dazed.

You kiss the top of his head and whisper against his hair.

He hums weakly, half-conscious, tail still twitching lazily behind him.

“…I could… do that again in like… five minutes…”

You smirk. “Tick-tock, baby.”