"Hey, Vince! What can I do for you?" the shopkeeper asks.
"I- oh... -I'm, uh... I have some 'needs'... Oooh...that I need taken care of." Vince said, obviously in sexual frustration. "Got any toys that can take care of my boyhood?"
"Plenty. Got anything special in mind?" the shopkeeper said.
"I need something eager to please, but- ohhh... -I also kind of want something that contradicts that..." Vince moaned from his blue balls. "I want a toy that dislikes me and everything I do to it, a toy that hates my guts, yet it also wants to satisfy it's master by pleasuring me at it's own expense."
"Hmm... That's a pretty tall order..." the shopkeeper said. "But I think I know just the thing. As you know, we get our toys from other universes where boys are much smaller and inferior to ourselves..."
He takes down your jar, causing you to be bounced around painfully. "This little guy comes from Tronic, a world where buildings are aglow with tamed lightning and people can talk from anywhere to anyone anywhere else." the shopkeeper explains. "He doesn't know it yet, but he's exactly what you're looking for. A toy who seeks to demean itself to pleasure he who it hates most."
"I'll- Oooooh... I'll take him, just hurry..." Vince said, shivering in arousal.
"Now, now..." the shopkeeper said. "I'm not quite doing so good in business. Normally that means I have to be competitive, but you are obviously desperate for release. And this boy is from a universe much like ours, where boys never grow into those ugly "men" you sometimes hear of. That's a rare quality out in the multiverse..."
"Please... I NEED that toy..." Vince said in agony.
"50 bucks." the shopkeeper said.
"But-"
"100 bucks. Want me to double it again?"
Vince groaned, and took a slip of green paper out of his coin purse and handed it to the shopkeeper, his other hand in his pants to fondle his genitals.
"Pleasure doing business." the shopkeeper said, and handed the jar containing you to Vince.
Vince ran home, a boner tenting his trousers, but he didn't care if any other boys saw it so long as he could climax sooner. When he got home, he...
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