Male sex toys never appealed to me. I just never saw the point in them; my own hand always did the job fine. And then I saw you. And from that first moment, I never wanted you for any reason other than to be my perfect fuck toy. You looked so pathetic, it was like you were out in the street, in a soaking wet cardboard box, with the words 'free fucktoy to good home' scrawled on it. And yeah, I like buying you things, dressing you up, but don't for a moment think that this is for you, I just like to accessorize my little fucktoy. And don't think when I take you out for dinner, or take you to a movie, or take you on a roadtrip, it's anything other than me just keeping you close because I never know exactly when I want to use my little fucktoy.