Ticci Toby Novels & Stories

" Toby worked at a nearby farm and did not have much time to hang out due to his busy schedule. However, Sunny was grateful that Toby was willing to spend some time with her before he had to leave for work. Toby and Sunny took a walk on the hiking trail by PrettyBoy Dam. They enjoyed the scenic views of the dam and the surrounding nature. As they walked, Toby shared stories about his work at the farm, and Sunny listened attentively, fascinated by his experiences. Toby then started talking about Sunny's encounter with spirits, and she cut him off since she didn't want to dwell on that topic. Instead, she changed the subject to something lighter, like her upcoming plans for the summer and fall

After a moment, a black dot appeared, and quickly grew bigger as the winged man descended, until he landed with a hollow thud and a whip of air beside her. “You summoned me, Emissary?” He scanned around them, looking for danger. Beads of moisture clung to his hair and clothing and sparkled in the sun, before sinking into the fabric as it heated, and his lips were faintly blue. It had been cold and wet so high up. “Is there an issue?” “Inside,” Aislen explained. “Toby is complaining of feeling different. His sight and scent of smell is sharper, and he’s physically stronger, though he’s still recovering from a pretty serious injury, so…”

"Yes. Was it because of what you would benefit from him, the fact that he's older or because he's good to you" "Nico..." "I just need to know the truth, Rita. I really did not come here to fight with you but I have been trying to make sense of a lot of things for sometime now and it's hard" "You really want an explanation?" "I want the truth" She sighed. "I agreed to date Toby because I was caught up in everything about him. He was handsome and confident and he spoiled me with gifts. He looked the type of dude straight out of a 90s millionaire movie"

“W-wait,” But Tobias, wasn’t listening. He was a man possessed, and the only thing on his mind was pleasuring her, making her scream his name and seeing her body writhe underneath his. He wanted to claim her. To mark her. He wanted everyone to know, who she belonged to. “T-toby-“ A gasp escaped her lips and her body jolted, her walls clenching around his member and her climax crashing into her, making her see stars for the fifth time that same night.

“You do important work.” “So do you.” He reached over to trace the line of her jaw. “You make things beautiful.” She caught his hand and kissed his palm before something occurred to her. “You never told me how you learned to tattoo.” Tobi was silent for a moment before answering. “I apprenticed under an old biker named Mack when I was seventeen. My father had just... well.” He shook his head as if dispelling memories. “I was living on friends’ couches, getting into trouble. Mack found me trying to steal from his shop.”

I had no choice but to call her, and her tone when she picked up was one of immense annoyance, "Didn't I tell you not to call me during work hours? Stop being such a nuisance!" Immediately, I said, "Jamie, I got kidnapped by people who want to take revenge on you! Don't come over here…" Before I could even finish, the phone was snatched away by the criminal, but I could still hear her voice clearly from the speakers, "Have you gone mental, Caleb? How could you joke about something like that while I'm at work? "Don't you know that Lucas' cat has been stuck on a tree for three days, and that it's going to die if I don't save it? Besides, make up a better excuse next time! Maybe say you're goin

"Come for your Mistress." Toby let out a sound that wasn't human-a primal, shattering roar of release. He erupted, his seed hitting the floor in a frantic, messy burst, his body collapsing into a heap as the tension finally broke. I stayed there for a moment, the weight of Jagger's cum on my skin a comforting, heavy pressure. I looked at the ruin of my submissive and the triumph of my guest, and I felt a sense of absolute, unshakeable control. "Clean it up, Toby," I said, my voice returning to its cool, professional tone. "Every drop. And then check your phone. You owe me another five hundred for the show."

There was a loud gunshot, and Lucas' life was brought to a short, tragic end. Now that Lucas was gone, nobody could control Toby at home anymore, and both Michelle and Wesley were at their wits' end. They wouldn't stop yelling and beating Toby every day, wanting nothing more than for him to go to hell. Finally, one night, Toby couldn't stand it anymore and screamed, "You have no right to tell me what to do! You're not even related to me anyway!" "What… What did you just say?" Michelle asked, stunned. "Lucas is not even my daddy!" Toby screamed. "Mommy told me that my real daddy is a millionaire! He's filthy rich, unlike your son! He's a hundred times better than Lucas!

“It’s just been… heavy at home.” “Well, heavy is what I’m here to fix,” Toby said, bumping his shoulder against mine. “The guys are heading out to the cove tonight. Bonfire, cheap beer, maybe some questionable guitar playing. You should come. Get some sand in your shoes and forget about the ‘Titan of Industry’ for five minutes.” The invitation felt like a life raft. A night under the stars with people my own age, talking about music and midterms instead of the weight of a secret that could destroy three lives.

Toby came with a quiet, shaky breath, cum streaking his fingers and the inside of his pants. He cleaned up, closed the laptop, and stared at the ceiling. He was twenty-two, five-foot-seven, slim, soft pink mouth, the kind of face that got called “cute” more than “hot.” And for the last two years every fantasy he jerked off to ended the same way: on his back or on his knees for a black man with a cock big enough to rearrange him. Tonight he decided he was done only watching. The bar was loud and dimly lit, the kind of place that smelled like spilled beer, cologne, and possibility. Toby ordered a double vodka soda and found a spot near the end of the counter where he could see the whole room.