Jason The Toymaker Novels & Stories

A toy who wouldn't complain about a thing but rather submit to her boss; Jason. Jason moved over to a silver basket by the wall beside his gigantic flower vases to pick up a bottle of lubricant. He just needed to satisfy his sexual urge as he had always done before he began to live with Jasmine. He pulled his zipper and his hard dick sprang forward. He pushed down his pants and grabbed his dick in his hand. He pushed her hair behind to reveal her lush face. Her mouth was closed, so, he parted her mouth and brought his dick closer brushing it on her lips.

I know he’s doing this for me, but I still felt hurt by his actions. With a small sigh, I pushed the door open. Jason’s room was a sanctuary for him, and sometimes for me too. It’s colorful drawings plastered on the walls, his various toys and books scattered about, each a piece of him. He sat on the floor, surrounded by soft plushies and blocks, his gaze focused on a scene unfolding on his tablet. "Hey there, buddy," I said, my voice sounding too bright to mask the heaviness I felt inside. Jason looked up, his eyes sparkling. He reached for the device, pressing a button that triggered a synthesized voice.

"Mum! Wake up!" "Huh?!" I yelled, jumping up from the bed. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" "I'm hungry," Jason cried out. "You've been sleeping for hours." "Baby, I'm awake now. I'll go fix something for you very soon, okay?" He nodded. "Where's Grandma?" "She's having a nap." "Okay, baby. I'll be out shortly." I watched my five-year-old son walk out, his favorite Escanor toy tucked under his arm like a tiny warrior ready for battle.

Mason doesn't notice Jason frowning because he nodded immediately, "Of course I do. Ariel also does. He might be cool. I bet he has a lot of limited edition collections, and a lot of cars, didn't you see the way he looks rich." "You're stupid. You can buy one for yourself. Mom can also buy you one." Jason said with a sneer. Mason furrowed his brows, "What did you mean I can buy one? Do you want mom to ask where I got my money from?" He asked in a whisper. He was joking, their mother's money is theirs. "Okay," Jason replied coldly, his eyes back to the ticking clock. Mason nudged Jason playfully, "Open up."

He called again, but I ignored it. By the time I finished my tea and went down, I happened to see Grace’s Moments on WeChat. Her son Noah was leaning on a toy race car, boastfully looking up and smiling. She captioned the photo, "Boys are always interested in these things. Son, be grateful to havea daddy who spoils you." That car was the store's most prized item, costing 68,000 yuan. Such an expensive toy, and Jason, with a monthly salary of 2,500 yuan, didn’t even blink before buying it?

Baidi, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked at Jason and Greg and couldn't help asking strangely: "Where is your designer? I originally wanted to talk to her face-to-face about my model!" Jason said calmly: "She is not free." Dong could tell at a glance that Jason was not in a good mood: "What's wrong? Is the loss of Studio serious?" “How serious can it be? It’s just some equipment and some wood. As long as no one is burned to death, there’s no big problem.” Baidi also saw the news.

Kane fell asleep as soon as he got into the car. After leaving the cafe, Regina asked Atlas to take them to Kingston Toys, a mall store that only sold a very complete and very large selection of toys. Kane seemed hesitant and refused several times when Regina asked him to pick any toy he liked as a birthday present. But Regina said she would be sad if Kane refused. So, Kane finally agreed and ran from aisle to aisle, choosing toys. He picked up a brick-built model of a Japanese city and a complex-looking wooden fighter plane.

I rubbed my temples, feeling the pressure mount. "No, daddy!! Henry gave me that toy. It can’t just disappear. I had it right here just a few hours ago!" Jason shouted, lifting his blanket in a panic. But, of course, the toy was nowhere to be found. He looked at me, his small face filled with distress. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I’ve told you a hundred times, Jason. Never leave your toys on the bed. You know that. It’s on you, buddy."

Blossom's POV "Jason, put that back. You can't have that toy today. It's too expensive." I watched as he placed the Power Ranger figure back on the counter with a sad expression lingering on his face. I scanned my purse, counting a few loose change just to make sure I had enough money to get him a different toy. "Baby, you can have the stuff teddybear," I said, hoping he'll smile. "I already got a stuff teddybear. I want the Power Ranger. It's the advance one. It moves, lights up and talks," he responded.

He put the bear into the cart, and Kendall’s triumphant smile made him chuckle. “See? You’re a natural,” she teased, moving down the aisle to examine more plush toys. They continued on, and Kendall suddenly stopped, picking up a small toy car. “Jason, look at this. It’s remote-controlled. Think the kids would enjoy this?” He nodded, somewhat distracted by how her eyes glittered with enthusiasm. “I believe they would really enjoy it,” he mentioned, hardly looking at the vehicle. "I must admit, “You are good at this”