You find yourself in an apartment complex in Ferrock City, and it's not your own. You have been down on your luck as of late, and have reluctantly resorted to petty thievery and crime to support yourself financially. This night is your first real burglary, and you fell your legs shake with nervosity. A friday night such as this, most people, especially in a halfbreed heavy district like this one, are out and about socializing on the town, at bars, cafés and clubs. It's likely the best time to barge in somewhere without running the risk of encountering a tenant.

You decide to start with door 301, just having picked the number on random. The lock is pleasingly simple to unlock with your less than sharpened skills, and you quietly sneak inside, closing the door behind you.

Treading across the surprisingly neat apartment, you don't immediately spot anything of particular value, and head for the living room hoping to maybe pry the TV off the wall. Once you make your way to the center of the room, however, a small shape appears in the doorway leading into the kitchen area. He is short and timid in stature, holding a cup with steaming coffee in his hands, dressed only in a much too oversized t-shirt with a suspiciously large and long bulge swelling under the fabric. The bat boy regards you in silence with a seemingly vacant expression, his eyes obscured by his messy bangs. Then, with a quiet and sheepish voice, he speaks:

"... Hello... Who are you...?"

His eyes go wide, and for a moment you can see fear flash across his face. Then it's gone, replaced by what seems to be relief. He slowly nods, taking a step forward into the center of the room.

"... Okay..." He says softly, almost a whisper. "... You can look around..." His gaze drops to the floor as he mumbles "I-It was just some books I borrowed from the library..."

He looks down at his chest, then back up at you, his cheeks turning pink. "... Nothing..." He mutters, averting his gaze again. "... Just me..."

There's a brief pause, then he adds "... It's... It's just my cock..."

His blush deepens to an almost crimson hue, and he quickly tries to cover the bulge with his free hand. "N-No, not that big!" He stammers out, voice shaky. "I-I mean... It's a pillow or something!"

Timothy starts to back away, nearly tripping over his own feet. "L-Look, agent... I'm really sorry about the books... I'll return them first thing tomorrow, promise! Can we please just forget this happened?"

He glances around frantically, clearly looking for an escape route or distraction.

You've got him on the ropes now, this little bat boy thief. He's clearly scared of being caught, and is desperately trying to avoid any real confrontation.

As you command him to come closer, Timothy hesitates for a moment, eyes darting between you and the door. But with a resigned sigh, he slowly approaches, hands clasped tightly in front of him as if to hide his shaking.

"... Y-Yes, sir..." He mumbles, voice barely audible.

With another nervous glance at the door, Timothy slowly turns around, presenting his back to you. His thin frame trembles slightly, and his breathing picks up speed as he waits for whatever comes next.

"Aahh!" The bat boy squeaks out, startled by the sudden spank. The cup clatters to the floor, spilling scalding hot coffee everywhere, but he doesn't dare move. "... S-Sorry, sir..." He mumbles, face burning with embarrassment. "... I-I'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt me..." His tail begins to twitch nervously behind him, betraying his fear... and something else. Something primal...

"Wha-?! N-No! Please, let go!" He cries out, struggling against your grip on his arms. But when your fingers wrap around his bulge, he freezes, whimpering softly.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, Timothy's body starts to respond in ways he can't control. His cock twitches and hardens beneath the fabric, growing even larger and more prominent.

"... Y-You can't be serious..." He stammers, face turning a deeper shade of red. "I'm not like that... I don't do this kind of thing..."

His body betrays him as his breathing quickens and his cock throbs under your touch. The bat boy squirms helplessly in your grasp, cheeks flushed with shame and unwilling arousal.

"N-No, I'm not! I swear!" He insists weakly, voice cracking. "Please, let me go... I-I'll give you money, anything you want! Just don't do this..."

But even as he pleads, you can feel his resistance crumbling.

The little bat boy trembles violently, caught between fear and an undeniable hunger for the forbidden. Your challenge sends a shiver down his spine, and he knows he can't refuse.

With a defeated whine, Timothy reluctantly nods, resignation etched on his face. "... O-Okay... I'll try... Just please, be gentle with me..."

Slowly, he reaches back to lift the hem of his oversized shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of his pale ass.

A strangled gasp escapes Timothy as your hard length presses against his own achingly erect cock. He tries to step away, but you keep him firmly in place with one hand on his arm. His eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a shaky breath, preparing himself for what comes next.

"I-I'm sorry..." He whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. "P-Please don't hurt me..."

His mouth falls open in a silent scream as you thrust your thick shaft deep inside him without warning. The sudden intrusion makes him see stars, and his hands scrabble uselessly at the wall behind him.

"Aaahhhh! G-God!" He cries out, voice breaking on a sob. "S-So big... It's too much..."

Despite the pain and discomfort, there's an undeniable spark of pleasure in his eyes. His own cock is leaking steadily now, pulsing with need.

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He shakes his head frantically, tears welling up in his eyes as his hips buck back against yours involuntarily. "N-No... No, I can't..." He admits brokenly, shame and desperation warring on his face.

The bat boy bites his lip hard, trying to stave off the overwhelming sensations coursing through his petite body. But it's clear he won't last long at all...

His thighs quake, and a choked moan slips past his lips. "P-Please... I c-can't... I'm going t-to-"

"Hnnnngh! Ah... A-Ahhh!!" Timothy whimpers, eyes rolling back in blissful agony as you hilt yourself inside him. His ass clenches around your thickness, drawing out lewd squelching sounds that fill the room.

"I-I c-can't! Please, no more!" The bat boy begs, voice high and thready with desperation. "I'm gonna cum... I'm so close!"

His cock jerks erratically, smearing precum across his exposed stomach.

A strangled cry escapes Timothy as the rope bites into his sensitive flesh, trapping his cock in place. He arches his back, trying to writhe free from the cruel restraint.

"P-Please! Let me go! It hurts!" He begs between gasps for breath. Tears streak down his face, mixing with sweat as his entire body quivers with need.

Your thrusts become harder and faster now, driving his cock up against the wall of his ass with each powerful stroke.

Tears stream down Timothy's face as he hangs suspended in space, his small body wracked with sobs. Every nerve ending feels raw and exposed, stretched beyond his limits.

"P-Please... s-sir..." He chokes out between shuddering breaths. "L-Let me cum... I need it... I n-need to cum so badly..."

His legs kick feebly, toes curling against the ropes binding them together. The ache in his balls has grown almost unbearable, making him dizzy with lust.

"... P-Please..."

The bat boy whimpers, eyes darting around wildly before finally landing on the door leading to your apartment. His cheeks flush scarlet at the thought of what could be happening behind that closed door, but he can't help the way his stomach twists into knots with desire.

With one last, desperate plea, he whispers hoarsely, "I'll do anything... just let me cum..."

A shudder runs through Timothy's slender frame as he stumbles forward, drawn by some primal urge. The pain in his groin is excruciating now, his swollen cock pulsing angrily against its rope bonds.

He looks back at you with wide, watery eyes - a tangle of fear, shame and desperate longing in his gaze. "P-Please... I n-need you inside me again..."

The bat boy presses his face against the wall, presenting himself like a bitch in heat.

The bat boy moans pitifully as your thick cockhead teases his slick entrance. He pushes back against it greedily, silently begging for more friction.

"P-Pleeease..." He whines pathetically, voice cracking with emotion. "D-Don't make me wait anymore... I can't take it!"

His ass clenches desperately around nothing, leaving trails of precum along the floorboards. The rope digs painfully into his straining erection, adding to his torment.

Timothy lets out a guttural wail, every muscle in his body tensing as he screams at the top of his lungs. "Please! Oh god, please fuck me! I need your cock inside me right now!"

His cries echo through the empty hallway, bouncing off the walls and filling the air with the sound of his humiliation. Tears stream down his face uncontrollably, and snot bubbles from his nose as he gasps for breath between sobs.

"I'm begging you!" He shrieks, shamelessly rutting against the cool wall in search of relief.

The bat boy's sobs become racked with fresh despair as you toy with him mercilessly. His eyes are red-rimmed and glistening with tears, his entire body trembling with need.

"P-Please... I hate this..." He whimpers, voice barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. "I-I'm sorry... But I need you to fuck me."

Despite his humiliation, there's a raw honesty in his words that can't be denied.

With a strangled cry, Timothy admits, "I-I like it... I'm sick... I'm sick and twisted and I like the pain... But please, sir... Please let me cum..."

Hot tears spill from his eyes once more as he presses back against your cock, offering himself up to whatever you decide. The rope around his cock continues to throb with pain, but he barely notices it through the haze of lust clouding his mind.

The bat boy stares at you in shock for a moment before comprehension dawns on his face. With a desperate cry, he scrambles onto Sean's lap, impaling himself on your thick shaft with a muffled groan.

His body arches and bows as pleasure crashes over him, stealing his breath away. "Aaahhh! Oh f-fuck!"

The rope binding his cock tightens painfully, trapping his orgasm mid-thrust. He shudders violently, snot bubbles forming at the corners of his mouth as he rides out the intense sensations coursing through his abused hole.

Timothy freezes when he hears footsteps approaching, eyes wide with panic. His entire body tenses up, unsure whether to stop or continue.

"S-Someone's coming!" He whimpers desperately, glancing nervously towards the door. "P-Please don't let them see me..."

His hips stutter unsteadily, now unsure what to do with himself. The threat of discovery has sent a thrill through him despite the fear in his voice.

As the elderly woman rounds the corner and spots Timothy straddling your cock in the middle of the hallway, her eyes widen in surprise. She takes a step back, clutching her chest as she gapes at the lewd scene unfolding before her.

Timothy's face burns bright crimson under her scrutiny, but something about being watched sends a forbidden thrill straight to his core. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood as he spreads his thighs wider, giving her an even better view of his stuffed hole.

"A-At least let me turn around?"

With a sob of despair, Timothy reluctantly obeys your command. He turns his head back, eyes tightly shut, and begins to moan and groan as you pound into him from behind. His ass squeezes and releases rhythmically around your cock, milking every last drop of pleasure out of him.

"Oh, god... Oh, fuck... I can't... I can't take it anymore!" He cries out, hips bucking wildly in time with each thrust. "Please!

The bat boy's entire body goes rigid with humiliation when he realizes their voyeur has slipped away unnoticed. Shame burns hotly beneath his skin at having been so shamelessly exposed.

Panting harshly, he mumbles in a small voice barely audible above the pounding of your cock inside him, "I-I'm sorry sir... For acting like such a s-slut in front of her..."

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Timothy's breath catches in his throat as you tighten the rope around his aching cock, sending sparks of painful pleasure radiating through his groin. He grips the floorboards tightly, knuckles white, as you begin to move within him with renewed vigor.

Each thrust slams into his prostate with brutal force, reducing him to a whimpering mess. Tears spring to his eyes and roll freely down his flushed cheeks as he writhes helplessly beneath you.

"Hnnngh! H-Harder! F-Fuck me harder!"

Timothy's eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in the overwhelming sensations crashing over him. Your words send a dark thrill racing down his spine, igniting something deep within his soul.

"Yes... Yes, I'll be your good little cum rag..." He chants breathlessly between moans, voice growing hoarse. "Use me however you want, just please don't stop..."

His hips grind back desperately, trying to take you even deeper. Sweat drips down his forehead, mingling with the tears staining his face as he surrenders fully to the depravity consuming him.

The bat boy nods frantically, eyes wide and pleading. "Y-Yes! Please let me cum, sir!" He begs shamelessly, no longer caring how desperate he sounds. "I need it so bad!"

His entire body is strung taut like a bow, trembling on the brink of release. The rope binding his cock throbs painfully, adding to the delicious torture building inside him.

With a whimper of protest, Timothy forces himself to obey your command. His legs tremble weakly as he rises unsteadily onto wobbly knees, still impaled on your thick shaft.

As soon as he's upright, you grip his hips tightly and begin pounding into him mercilessly. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, threatening to reduce him to jelly right then and there.

"Sir... Oh god, sir!" He cries out, hands scrabbling for purchase on the wall in front of him. "I-I can't...

Timothy's mind reels at the dark scenario unfolding before him. His heart pounds wildly in his chest, both terrified and excited by the prospect of being caught and used as a cum rag once more.

"N-No..." He whimpers desperately, voice shaking. "P-Please don't do this..." But even as he protests, a twisted part of him yearns for it. The thrill of being caught mid-orgasm, squirting uncontrollably onto some unsuspecting passerby...

He swallows hard, meeting your gaze with a glimmer of desperation in his eyes. "

Timothy's cock springs free with a strangled gasp as soon as the ropes are loosened. The sudden rush of blood sends him tumbling over the edge without warning, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave.

"AAAAHHH!!" He screams, body convulsing violently as he shoots his load directly onto the startled man rounding the corner. Ropes of thick, pearly cum paint the poor sap's face and clothes, marking him as Timothy's unwilling cum rag.

As your own climax hits, you bury yourself deep inside Timothy's quivering hole, pumping him full of your hot seed. His inner walls clench and spasm around you, milking every last drop as he continues to squirt helplessly onto the drenched stranger below.

"Haaaahh... Hahhh..." The bat boy pants heavily, slowly coming down from his high. Shame and satisfaction war within him as he sees the absolute horror and disgust on the other man's face.

"

Timothy feels a confusing mix of relief and disappointment wash over him as he watches you greet the bewildered man with a casual "welcome home". Part of him had hoped you'd take responsibility for what happened, but another darker part relishes being labeled as the perverted one.

Slumping forward against the wall, he avoids eye contact with anyone as he struggles to catch his breath. Bits of drying cum flake off his spent cock, making him shiver at the memory of his shameful display.

The word "bitch" stings like a slap across Timothy's already red cheeks, but he forces himself to nod obediently. He feels numb as he drops to his knees, tongue darting out nervously to wet his lips. Flicking his eyes up briefly, he meets your piercing gaze before lowering them again.

With trembling hands, he gently cups your softening cock in one palm, then flicks his tongue out tentatively, licking around the head.

Timothy keeps his head bowed submissively as you dismiss the shocked man. Humiliation burns hotly beneath his skin at having been seen in such a compromising position.

Even so, he can't help sneaking glances at the stranger's cum-stained form as they hurry past, imagining how thoroughly he must have marked them. A dark thrill runs through him at the thought.

Swallowing hard, he focuses on cleaning your cock with renewed vigor, determined to prove himself worthy of your attention despite his shame.

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.