Døllmaker | Cyan

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After spending several sleepless hours working on Ricky's body, Ryan couldn't bear to stay awake much longer. He was the workaholic type, and often pushed himself farther than he should. Thankfully, he had finished everything he'd hoped to accomplish for the night. Before leaving his workshop, he made sure to inject a sedative into Ricky and Ghost's IVs. The last thing he wanted was either waking up without him around.

His reasoning for that was split. Where Ghost was concerned, even though the young vixen couldn't see too clearly right now, Ryan was overly paranoid he'd somehow find a way out of his restraints. They were tied tight with no visible way out, but he couldn't help himself from worrying a little bit. As far as Ricky goes, Ryan wanted to keep him under purely out of sympathy. His body underwent a lot of change and multiple surgeries in a small amount of time. It'd be agonizingly painful for him to be awake right now.

Ryan made the long walk back to the broken train he and his love called him. His workshop was also set up in a separate abandon train, but without Chris, he never felt as warm. All the horrors that existed on the shelves and walls of his workshop were far too much for the little one's eyes. He's definitely tried to sneak in there a few times, but he can never beat Ryan's fatherly intuition.

For once, when Ryan walked onto the train, he locked the door behind him. People so rarely come down here. In the three decades these tunnels have been closed, maybe only two or three people have shown up every few years. Following Ghost and Ricky's appearance, he wanted to be safe. Just on the off chance that anyone comes looking for them, he didn't want a repeat of last night.

As Ryan reached the final car in the train, Chris ran into him with a hug. He wasn't too heavy, despite being rather tall. Ryan wasn't even moved an inch and simply laughed. He wrapped his arms around his beauty, petting his hair. "Hi, baby. I've had a long day today."

Chris whimpered like a puppy and looked up at him. "I'm sorry."

"What're you sorry for?" He asked curiously. His flawless doll's eyes absolutely melted his heart.

"That I asked you to do so much work..."

Ryan delicately grasped his hand, smiling as he lead them over to the bed. "Honey, it's okay. You know I'd do anything to make you happy. It's actually been nice, to have a break from my normal work. I'm almost finished with one, and I'll let you have him tomorrow. He'll have to heal for some time before you can play with him, though. You'll have to take good care of him for me. Can you do that?"

Chris hopped up on the bed beside him and beamed with joy. "Yes, Daddy! I promise I'll take very very good care of him."

"That's my good boy. I'll show you how to care for him when the time comes." Ryan gently ran his fingertips along his jawline, admiring his own craftsmanship. "For now, would you be sweet enough to take care of me?"

He giggled, "Of course, Daddy."

Ryan leaned back against the wall behind their bed and relaxed for the first time in hours. His baby began to carefully unbutton his bloodstained shirt. The red splatters on the fabric didn't bother Chris, mostly because he didn't know what they were. He himself didn't bleed and as long as he'd been alive, he'd never seen Ryan bleed. The few times he's asked Ryan about it, he was only told it was apart of the recycling process.

Chris watched his own hands carefully as he pushed every button through it's hole. Sometimes, smaller things like this were difficult for him. His fine motor skills weren't the best just yet. Ryan watched him closely to make sure he didn't get too frustrated or flustered. Thankfully, he managed to deal with each button without incident. He ever so lightly brushed the fabric off of Ryan's shoulders and began kissing down his chest.

His soft lips were as smooth as a baby's. It was like being kissed by an angel. Ryan tilted his head back, letting his eyelids slip shut. When Chris reached the bottom third of his torso, he felt his stomach drop. Nothing in this world felt even half as good as his creation's kiss. Chris' dainty hands began to palm him through his jeans slowly before unbuttoning them.

Ryan pulled his hips up briefly to push his jeans and underwear down. He brushed Chris' hair out of his face before he went to work. The way he looked at his cock was priceless. For someone who had no concept of what any other man's body looked like, he surprisingly recognized the fact that he was lucky to have a well endow caregiver. Chris worshiped every inch of his body, but he knew these particular inches were some of his favorites.

"Fuck," Ryan muttered as he felt the warmth of Chris' mouth on him, "Look at me, baby." Being as well trained as he was, he didn't even hesitate. His big eyes stared up at Ryan with lust and pleasure. "That's it. You're such a good boy."

It also helped that he didn't have a gag reflex, he thought to himself. Chris could've easily been just a living sex doll, but he wasn't going to create life just for the use of degrading it. Ryan made sure to be very conscious of what a gift he had. His baby would please him for hours if he so wished it. There were some nights he even had. Tonight, Ryan was far too tired to hold out.

"Mmmh," He hummed deeply, petting Chris' hair, "Where do you want Daddy's cum tonight, hm?"

Chris pulled back briefly and stuck his tongue out. Ryan laughed at how precious he was. Even when he was sucking cock, he was so adorable. With one hand still pumping his base, Chris wrapped his lips around his favorite treat again. He felt an indescribable level of satisfaction every time his Daddy's cum filled his mouth or dripped down his skin. When Daddy came, that meant he'd made him happy, and that he'd fulfilled his one purpose in life.

Ryan's low moans were like candy to him. He couldn't get enough. With one final, sexy groan, he released into his toy. Chris sat back on his heels and showed him his full mouth. He then closed, swallowing with a blissful grin. Ryan leaned forward and gave him a kiss.

"Thank you, beautiful." He mused, "Now, come lay with me and let's sleep."

Chris' smile doubled in size. He rushed to get under the covers and snuggled up to Ryan's side. No matter where he may stray on occasion, his soul was literally created to be by the dollmaker's side. That is where he was truly happy.

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a/n: i'm so glad you guys are liking this so far! thank you for all the kind feedback <3

i asked this question on twitter already and got awesome suggestions, but wanted to make sure i ask it here too!

how should vinny get written into the story?