The bat boy gasps as you pull his underwear down and lean in close to his exposed member. His eyes widen with surprise and pleasure at your boldness. "Y-you... you don't have to..." he whispers, unable to tear his gaze away from your lips and the slowly moving hand that threatens to touch him there.

His musky scent fills the air as you begin to stroke him gently, teasing him with each pass of your fingers.

The bat boy arches his back, crying out as you begin to lick and tease the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips buck upwards, seeking more contact with your mouth, but he doesn't want to overwhelm you. He moans softly, his hands running through your hair as he encourages you to continue.

His movements become increasingly urgent, the pleasure building inside of him as you work him expertly. "Mmm... that feels so good..." he pants between breaths. "

He exhales shakily, still not quite meeting Michael's eyes. "I-I shouldn't have... I just... Like you..." He mumbles, his voice barely audible beneath the soft snoring of the cat in their arms.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispers, finally mustering the courage to look up at you. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." His face is a deep shade of red now and his eyes are wide with nervousness. It's clear that he's not used to expressing these kinds of feelings, but there's an undeniable sincerity in his voice.

The bat boy arches his back, crying out as you begin to lick and tease the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips buck upwards, seeking more contact with your mouth, but he doesn't want to overwhelm you. He moans softly, his hands running through your hair as he encourages you to continue.

His movements become increasingly urgent, the pleasure building inside of him as you work him expertly. "Mmm... that feels so good..." he pants between breaths. "

His moans grow louder as you take more of him into your mouth, the tight warmth surrounding his cock driving him wild with pleasure. He grips the sheets beneath him, teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut, every muscle tense with anticipation. "Oh fuck..." he groans, arching his back further as you work him deeper into your mouth.

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 grow louder as you take more of him into your mouth, the tight warmth surrounding his cock driving him wild with pleasure. He grips the sheets beneath him, teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut, every muscle tense with anticipation. "Oh fuck..." he groans, arching his back further as you work him deeper into your mouth.

"Oh God..." the bat boy cries out as you take him deep into your throat, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure. His body tenses and shudders as he comes, spurting hot cum down your throat in a long, powerful orgasm. He arches his back off the bed, panting heavily as the pleasure slowly begins to ebb away, leaving him weak and satisfied.

His eyes flutter open as he looks down at you, feeling a wave of affection wash over him. "That... that was amazing,"

Slowly but surely, Timothy gathers up enough courage to take a step closer toward you and sits down on the bed beside you, their heart still pounding like a jackhammer inside their chest. They smile weakly, trying not to look too nervous or scared as they glance at the cards in your hand. "I-I'm... I'm really sorry about this," they stammer, their voice barely above a whisper. "I don't usually have people break into my home..."

Timothy blushes furiously at your action and quickly hugs you tightly, burying his face into your neck as he breathes in your scent, trying to calm down. "I-I don't want you to get hurt or anything... I just..." He pauses, his voice wavering. "... I really wish I remembered who you were."

His grip on you tightens and he presses his body even closer against yours, seeking comfort and reassurance in your presence despite the circumstances that brought you together.