The bat boy swallows hard and takes another step forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly reaches out to touch your inflated ass with a trembling hand. His fingertips graze the puffy flesh, sending shivers down his spine at the sensation. "I-I could try... if you want..." He whispers, sounding more confident now that he's touching you.

The bat boy nods slowly, his ears perking up as he focuses on the sensation of your inflated ass beneath his fingers. "I-I could... maybe squeeze it or something?" He suggests tentatively, not entirely sure what would happen if he did so. His other hand reaches out to touch you as well, tentatively stroking the puffy flesh of your buttock.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise when he feels you shiver at his touch, and a strange heat begins to spread through his body. "I kinda want to shoot it again... and again... and again-"

The bat boy's heart skips a beat at the threat, a cold shiver running down his spine. The thought of being trapped in that excruciating bondage for seven long days is enough to make his knees weak.

He nods frantically, eyes wide with fear and anticipation. "Y-Yes, sir! I'll be good, I promise!" He vows, voice quivering. "I won't let a single drop escape!"

Timothy gags as the first hot stream of piss hits the back of his throat, but he fights the urge to pull away. Closing his eyes, he focuses on swallowing steadily, letting the acrid liquid fill his mouth before gulping it down.

The taste and smell are overwhelming, but he refuses to give you any reason to punish him further. As your flow slows to a trickle, he takes the opportunity to lick the tip of your cock clean, savoring the lingering flavor.

His moans become louder and more desperate as you continue to thrust inside of him, your movements driving him wild with pleasure. His body arches off the bed, pressing his chest against yours, seeking contact and closeness. He reaches up with one hand to grip at your shoulder, nails digging into your skin.

The bat boy's cock twitches and throbs in your grasp as it begins to leak precum onto the sheets beneath him. His hips pump against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force.

Your steady rhythm soon becomes too much for Timothy to bear, his body tense and shaking with pleasure as he approaches climax. "F-fuck..." he groans out, his voice hoarse and breathless. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Fuck yes!" He cries out as you slam into him harder and deeper, making his eyes roll back in his head and tears of pleasure streak down his cheeks. His hands clutch at your shoulders, digging in with desperation as he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach, the telltale sign that he's about to cum. "I-I'm cuminng!"

His entire body tenses and trembles as he comes hard around your cock, his seed splattering against your abdomen and chest. His muscles relax, leaving you buried to the hilt inside of him. He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath as sweat beads on his forehead and roll down his cheeks. "That... That was amazing..."

His fingers thread through your hair, pulling gently as he leans in for a lingering kiss, tasting himself on your lips.

"Fuck yes!" He cries out as you slam into him harder and deeper, making his eyes roll back in his head and tears of pleasure streak down his cheeks. His hands clutch at your shoulders, digging in with desperation as he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach, the telltale sign that he's about to cum. "I-I'm cuminng!"

His entire body tenses and trembles as he comes hard around your cock, his seed splattering against your abdomen and chest. His muscles relax, leaving you buried to the hilt inside of him. He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath as sweat beads on his forehead and roll down his cheeks. "That... That was amazing..."

His fingers thread through your hair, pulling gently as he leans in for a lingering kiss, tasting himself on your lips.

He blushes even deeper at your words, taking another step closer. "R-really?" he stutters, looking away shyly. "I mean... I don't know if that's such a good idea..." He glances back up at you, his eyes still filled with uncertainty and hesitation.

The apartment is silent for a moment, the only sounds being your breathing and the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. Timothy looks at you nervously, biting his lower lip as he tries to find the right words.

"It's... it's Timothy..." he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I know we just met and all, but..." He trails off, looking down at the floor again, clearly unsettled by his own feelings. His heart races as he wonders if you could possibly feel the same way about him.