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The Toy
by QuirkyDeadpan


Chapter 1

Tom had just been emancipated the summer before his junior year started, after running away from the foster home. He wasn’t sure his grandparents, his only living relatives, would live much longer anyway, if they even wanted to see him. He was sure they still blamed him for the car accident that killed his parents. Once he was finished with school, he was well and truly on his own. If he failed, he’d have no lifeline to catch him.

He had become desperate since losing his job at the local supermarket, after which his employment prospects became severely limited. When he wasn’t doing remote learning, he had taken to advertising for odd jobs on Craigslist, for general companionship, errands, manual labor, and such.

He steered away from the obvious sexual overtures, as he was only sixteen-and-a-half and not ready for that kind of responsibility, especially now, when it felt like the world was ending. It was getting harder and harder for the lanky, brunet teen to keep lying about his age, anyway. Being a bit of a hopeless romantic, he naively wanted his first time to be with someone he cared about, but there currently was no one at his school whom he thought really fit that description.

He still got plenty of unusual work offers online, though. There was one in particular that he kept thinking about accepting. A man named Gus had emailed him, looking to hire Tom to be a companion for his eleven-year-old daughter during her birthday week.

The part Tom found intriguing, besides the offer of a thousand dollars cash a day for seven days, was the condition that he had to do whatever Gus’ daughter said; that, and if, at any point during the seven days, he failed to comply a cumulative three times, he would forfeit the prospect of receiving any payment at all and be asked to leave, with no further discussion. The premise reminded him of an old Richard Pryor movie his parents had liked, about a rich old man who bought a janitor to be a playmate for his adult son.

Tom didn’t have a lot of experience with girls, but he figured indulging the whims of a preteen would be pretty harmless, and dare he say it, easy. She was only eleven, almost twelve. What kind of shenanigans could she realistically get up to?

He decided to go for it. He emailed Gus to tell him the news, and Gus responded a few hours later with some background check paperwork for Tom to fill out and requested proof of a negative COVID test. Tom was initially concerned about the need for a background check, but just chalked it up to the man being protective of his daughter. There was a worldwide pandemic going on, after all.

After receiving the paperwork and the test results, Gus informed him that after the paperwork came back okay—which would take at most a few days, if nothing was objectionable—he would arrange to meet Tom and take him to his house to meet Mel.

Tom was on edge for the next three days. On the evening of the third day, he received an email from Gus that he was in the clear, and asked for his address and phone number. Gus texted a photo of his daughter and him, so Tom would know what they looked like, and said he would be there the next day at noon to pick Tom up.

Gus was a tall, portly, dapper man with brown eyes, a horseshoe pattern hairline and a push-broom mustache, both of which were starting to gray from brown. Tom thought he looked jolly, to excuse the stereotype, despite having the general appearance of a detective on a police procedural show. His daughter, Melissa, whom he emphasized only went by Mel these days, was athletic, five feet tall, with chin-length red hair and green eyes, and a mischievous expression, her smile obscured slightly by a set of braces. She was wearing a yellow tank top with an all-over daisy print, denim capris, and sneakers.

At noon, there was a knock at Tom’s apartment door. It was Gus, as expected. Tom slung on a light jacket and gathered his keys, phone, charger, wallet, and bag, which contained a couple changes of clothes, a tank top and shorts for sleeping, his toothbrush and toothpaste, and his shaving kit.

“Hello. Thomas, right?”

“Everyone calls me Tom,” Tom said. “You must be Gus. Come in.”

“I see you’re wearing a mask—”

“Can’t be too careful.” Tom shrugged.

“I’ll mask up, then—at first. You won’t need it once we get to the house. Mel’s school is remote for the time being. She doesn’t really have many friends either, poor thing, so I’m not expecting she’ll have anyone over. I’ll be at the office during the day. We’re pretty big on distancing and testing.”

“I’m ready to go if you are. Sorry I’m not better company. I didn’t sleep very well last night either, and I don’t really do coffee,” Tom said blankly.

“That’s fine. Just remember, I expect you to be on your best behavior, and to do everything Mel asks. As long as you do that, you’ll get your money on the last day.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“We should probably get going if we want to beat the traffic.”

With that, Tom locked up his apartment, and they went out to Gus’ Volvo and got in. Tom set his bag on the passenger side floor by his feet, and soon enough, they were off. He had a nagging thought in the back of his mind that he should stay awake, in case he needed to find his way back home from Gus’ house on his own, but his overtired body won the fight and he dozed off for most of the ride.

“You’re finally awake. Just in time, we’re here.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“I hope you had a good nap, at least. Let’s go introduce you to Mel.”

Tom gathered his bag and followed Gus into his house.

“Hi, Daddy!” Mel the young redhead excitedly jumped into the now-unmasked Gus’ arms. “Sorry, I forgot you said we were having company this week,” she said sheepishly.

She was still in her pajamas, a white linen bralette and a pair of red plaid sleep shorts. Tom surmised she was maybe an A-cup, if that, though he felt bad for noticing.

“Hi, sweetheart! This is Tom.”

“My birthday present?”

“He’ll be spending time with you this week for your birthday.”

“He’s kinda cute,” Mel said quietly, which Gus pretended not to hear.

“Remember what we talked about. Please be good, angel. Birthdays are one thing, but I’d hate to have to give you a spanking for real."

“You know I’m too old for spankings, Daddy! Anyway, I’m a princess, remember, and princesses are always good… and always right.”

“I know, princess. I want you to be nice to Tom, is all. He’s still our guest.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

“Come give me a hug and a kiss, sweetie.”

“You’re not staying?”

“No. Unfortunately, I have to get back to the office.”

Mel ran to her father, hugged him tight, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Love you, Daddy!”

“I love you too, pumpkin! See you tonight, okay?”

He shot Tom a look, a mixture of good luck and I have a very particular set of skills. Tom could only meet his eye contact and nod knowingly.

Gus left, and Mel dutifully locked the door behind him. Tom set his bag down in the entryway closet for the time being.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” Mel said excitedly. “Daddy says I make the best pancakes!”

After cleaning up the dishes from their breakfast, Mel and Tom went to the living room and plopped down on the couch to watch some cartoons. Tom had the fleeting thought that maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad after all.


Chapter 2

After a while, Mel was starting to get restless. “I’m bored! Let’s play a game. Stand up.”

Tom was confused, but did so.

“Take off your shirt and pants. I want to see your muscles.”

Despite his intuition, Tom listened to the little just do what she says voice in his head, and was soon clad only in his socks and briefs.

“You’re more muscular than you look!”

“Thanks, I guess,” Tom said quietly.

“Haha, tighty-whities! I thought only little boys wore those.”

“It’s what I’ve always worn.” Tom shrugged. “I guess I should switch to boxer briefs one of these days. Boxers definitely aren’t supportive enough, though. TMI, sorry.”

“I want a horsey ride!”

“Okay.” Tom got down on all fours. Mel climbed on his back, leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Tom got tired out almost as quickly as Mel got bored.

“Now I want you to do some jumping jacks!”

“Seriously?”

“I’d hate to have to tell Daddy you told me no… or maybe I could just spank you instead?”

“No! Sorry, Mel! Just a little tired—”

“I’ll forgive you this time, but I still want to see those jumping jacks, mister!”

Tom could tell that Mel’s gaze was immediately fixed on his genitals, jostling around in his underwear, his penis surely growing with every movement.

“Haha! You’re getting a boner! Tom’s got a boner! Tom’s got a boner!”

Embarrassed, Tom instinctively went to cover his groin with his hands.

“No covering!” She moved closer. “Hey, how big does it get?”

Tom was speechless, and even more so after Mel reached out and placed her hand on the front of his underwear. His penis twitched.

“I think he liked that. Eww, you’re all sweaty! I think it’s time for your shower. Let’s go!”

Tom tried to protest, but he still couldn’t make himself speak. He knew it wouldn’t do any good even if he could.

Fantastic story so far, QuirkyDeadpan! I am fully invested in this and can't wait for the next chapter! Well done!

No slow burn here!
Keep going!

Good story...I guess that Mel is going to see Tom's penis very soon.

Chapter 3

He followed Mel up the stairs to her bathroom. She retrieved a bath towel from a cabinet and turned to him, with the same look in her eyes as in the photo he’d seen.

“Change of plans. Let’s go to my bedroom.”

They went into Mel’s decidedly gender-neutral bedroom, decorated mainly in shades of blue and green, though there were some small feminine touches here and there. She handed him the towel and sat down on the bed.

“Put that down on the bed so you won’t get everything all gross, and take off your undies. I want you to see something.”

Tom’s eyes went wide, because he had an inkling as to where this was going.

Now it was Mel’s turn to be surprised. “Wow! It’s so… big,” she said breathlessly.

Despite Tom’s lankiness and average looks, his penis was above average. He sat down on the towel and leaned back against the headboard, trying to ignore the intermittent throbbing and bobbing. He’d never been naked in front of a girl before, especially not one as cute as Mel, though he knew she was too young for him.

She opened her laptop. “Daddy’s not home, so I guess I don’t have to worry about headphones.” She opened a video on her computer. “An online friend told me about this video. She said the girl in it kinda looks like me. I wanna see if you agree.”

Tom’s intuition had been correct, though he didn’t want it to be. It was, of course, a porn video, something Mel was definitely too young to be watching… especially not with him, of all people.

The video began in a locker room, with a petite redhead with straight-across bangs and shoulder-length hair fretting about being late for practice and rushing to take off her schoolgirl outfit and shower. It progressed to her older coach walking in on her showering and refusing to leave or to stop watching her, then to the schoolgirl and the coach having sex in various positions on the tile floor under the turned-off shower. Tom didn’t dare tell Mel he was already very familiar with the video and that the actress was quickly becoming one of his favorites.

“She’s prettier than me and has longer hair and bigger boobs, but maybe I’ll look like her someday,” Mel sighed. Tom couldn’t tell if she was just being insecure or fishing for compliments.

Tom wasn’t about to let Mel compare herself negatively to a much older woman, a pornstar even. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

“Aww! You’re sweet,” Mel said, kissing Tom on the cheek, which would’ve been cute if he wasn’t naked and one of Mel’s hands wasn’t also currently tucked in the front of her shorts.

Tom touched himself off and on absentmindedly as the video continued, then stopped cold when he’d remember where he was. He heard a sound that sounded like a mixture of a squeak and a whimper. He realized that Mel had just orgasmed. If she was already watching videos like this, it probably wasn't her first time, he reasoned, but it seemed significant anyway.

“Aww, why’d you stop playing with it? I wanted to see you shoot!” Mel teased.

“Okay,” Tom said quietly, and began stroking quickly.

“I like that dick in my pussy, coach,” the redhead in the video said lustfully, biting her lip. The camera went in for a close-up on her face, which pushed Tom over the edge. He hadn’t masturbated in several days, so there was quite a bit of semen on his stomach and groin.

“There’s so much! What a mess… you're a naughty boy!” Mel said.

“Sorry,” Tom said quietly.

Unbeknownst to Tom, Mel had surreptitiously turned on her webcam and filmed his entire orgasm for her own purposes.

“Now you really need that shower,” Mel laughed, handing him some tissues for clean-up.

He wiped himself off as quickly as he could, then stood at the foot of the bed, confused, with the ball of tissue in hand.

Mel returned from her bathroom, clutching a towel for herself. “Just throw them in the trash can by the bed. I’ll deal with it later.”

After disposing of the ball of tissue, Tom wiped off his hands on the sides of his hips.

“Bring your towel. Daddy’s bathroom has a bigger shower, so we’ll use it instead.”

It finally occurred to Tom that Mel was planning on showering with him, which he supposed made sense. She had complained of being sweaty earlier, and he wasn’t sure if she normally showered in the morning anyway. His body burned with guilty desire, but he followed her down the hallway all the same.

Interesting turn of events. Well done.

Yes, indeed a good story. I wonder if the Dad really expected Mel to require Tom's full sexual exposure in his rule about only getting paid if Tom did whatever she asked?

Chapter 4

Mel was first into the bathroom, placing her shampoo and body wash on the shelf in her father’s shower. Without turning around, she said, “Daddy is really particular about his toiletries. I hope you’re okay with smelling like a girl.”

“That’s fine. I guess I, uh, forgot to bring mine,” Tom said.

Mel turned on the shower. After a couple minutes, the water was hot enough. Without warning, she started stripping off her clothes and stepped into the shower. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear under her sleep shorts, which was quite noticeable as she bent over to take them off.

The effect on Tom, who was already sporting a semi after the earlier incident, was immediate. He opened the shower door, stepped inside, and closed it behind him.

Mel quickly shampooed her hair. After she finished soaping her front, she handed him the body wash.

“Can you wash my back?” she said innocently, though she surely knew the implications.

“Uh, sure,” Tom murmured. He started massaging the body wash into her muscles.

“You’re really good at that. Your hands are really soft, too. Have you ever thought about becoming a masseur?”

“No one’s ever told me that before. I don’t really have a lot of experience—uh, giving massages to girls,” Tom said.

“You can go lower, you know,” Mel said, giggling.

Tom’s body shuddered with lust as his hands moved down to the small of Mel’s back, and then farther down.

“Something’s poking me,” Mel said. “You’re hard again already? I thought we took care of that earlier,” she laughed. “I know the internet said older boys get erections a lot, but this is ridiculous,” she said bemusedly.

“I’m sorry,” Tom said.

“Don’t apologize, silly. It’s kind of a compliment, actually,” Mel said. “I’ve got an idea. How about I wash your back now? It’s only fair,” she laughed.

“Uh, okay” was all Tom was able to croak out.

He turned around and crouched down slightly so Mel would have an easier time of things, and she got to work on him. By the time she got to Tom’s butt, he started to moan.

“Uh oh! Turn around, quick! Time to work on your front!” Mel laughed.

With Tom now facing her, Mel quickly soaped his chest and abs and moved southward. After all, she was a girl on a mission, one with her eyes on the prize, so to speak.

Tom’s penis was at full hardness, and it looked massive as the petite girl took it in her small, soapy hands. Mel began to stroke him rapidly, and after a few minutes, he erupted a few large spurts of semen. She tried to rub him a few more times for good measure, but he tenderly pushed her hands away.

Tom maneuvered to rinse off his groin and began to shampoo his hair.

“Hand me the sprayer when you’re done, will you? I have to get all your cum off the shower walls,” Mel laughed.

After Tom was finished, Mel rinsed off the glass walls of the shower, and then sprayed Tom in the butt, groin, and face for fun.

“That’s for making a mess… again,” she laughed, turning off the shower. She wrapped herself in her towel and stepped onto the bath mat. “I’m going to go get changed in my room. You stay here and dry off.”

“But what about my clothes? I forgot to bring my bag up from downstairs!” Tom said.

“You don’t need to worry about that. You won’t need clothes for the rest of the day.”

Off his shocked look, Mel continued, “Obviously, you’ll get them back before Daddy gets home, but while we’re here alone, you stay naked.”

Tom tried to object, but his voice had once again stopped working.

As she was leaving, Mel said to herself, “The girls in my class would be so jealous right now. Maybe I should invite some of them over later.”

Tom figured Mel was bluffing, remembering Gus’ comments about her seeming loner status, but he couldn’t be sure. This girl was quite devious for only being eleven going on twelve.

Before she was entirely out of earshot, Mel said, “Who am I kidding?! I’m not sharing my birthday present with anybody else! There’s a naked boy in my house, and he’s all mine!”

*As she was leaving, Mel said to herself, “The girls in my class would be so jealous right now. Maybe I should invite some of them over later.”*

I think she should.

Jeepman89 wrote: Tue Apr 21, 2026 9:56 pm *As she was leaving, Mel said to herself, “The girls in my class would be so jealous right now. Maybe I should invite some of them over later.”*

I think she should.

I suspect, given that she doesn't really have any friends, it would quickly become a situation where she is no longer the one in control. Also, I don't think she really wants to have to compete for Tom's attention... or vice versa.