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The run had done me good, but I was still feeling… a little tense. Edgy.

I hadn’t jerked off this morning, so that was probably why.

I should probably jerk off before work. Just so I wasn’t distracted. We had a show tonight, so I’d have to concentrate.

Yeah, jerking off was probably a good idea.

And… well… the toy was right there. I’d bought it. I couldn’t return it.

When you thought about it, it was really just a cock sleeve. Wearing a… whimsical costume.

And Ewen’s head didn’t even turn into a pumpkin. The toy was based on the Headless Horseman legend, not an actual dullahan. So it was entirely unrelated. To him. It had nothing to do with him.

I’d just take a… closer look at it, I decided, slowly walking over to the shelf. I hadn’t even done that yet. Just shoved it straight in here and forced myself not to think about the fact that I’d bought a headless horseman-themed pumpkin head sex toy.

Grabbing the bag, I carried it through the house and into the kitchen. After casting a nervous glance out the window, I set it on the island and reached inside to open the box without removing it from the bag. I didn’t particularly want any sex toy packaging visible if Ewen decided to sneak into my yard again.

My stomach felt a little jittery, like I was doing something taboo, as my fingers connected with something large and round, encased loosely in plastic packaging. I slid it out of the box, pulled off the plastic and stared down at it in silence.

A bright orange, grinning pumpkin head stared back up at me. It had sinister downward-slanted eye holes, a triangle for a nose and a wide, grinning mouth with jagged teeth. In the centre of those teeth was the cock sleeve, jet black and lined with soft bumps on the inside.

My belly swooping, I tilted it to see the bottom, where there was a second cock sleeve. In the neck hole. Morbidly curious, I lifted it closer to my face so I could peer into one of the eye holes. The two cock sleeves kind of crossed paths in there, butting up against each other.

Swallowing, I lowered it and stared down at its evil grinning face again. I mean, really, it was just a jack-o’-lantern when you thought about it. Kind of false marketing, if you asked me.

That made me feel a little better. I wouldn’t be masturbating with a headless horseman-themed pumpkin head. Just a jack-o’-lantern. That was fine, right?

Not that I was definitely going to jerk off with it.

Except I was definitely going to jerk off with it.

Still feeling weirdly nervous, I carried it over to the sink and popped out both the cock sleeves to wash them. When my fingers ran over the little nodules lining the inside of one, my belly swooped again and my cock tingled.

I just needed to jerk off, and a cock sleeve would feel better than my own hand. Get the job done faster. No deeper meaning behind it. None whatsoever.

Cradling the pumpkin head to my chest like I was smuggling contraband, I went upstairs, closed my bedroom curtains and left it on the bed while I went to take a shower. My cock was already half-hard as I soaped up under the spray, anticipation making my belly flutter and my pulse race a little.

By the time I’d dried off and gone back into the bedroom, my dick was rock hard. Still feeling distinctly like I was doing something I shouldn’t, I climbed unsteadily onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard, then reached over to grab the lube from the nightstand.

The grinning pumpkin head stared back at me as I slicked up my dick, biting my lip from the feel. Wetting my lips, I slowly reached for it and sat back.

Was I really going to do this?

I exhaled and angled the pumpkin head’s grinning mouth over my dick, my thigh muscles twitching when the tip slid just inside the cock sleeve.

Yes. Yes, I was.

There were handy fingerholds on each side of the head, so I could get a good grip as I slowly slid it onto my cock, my lips parting around a little gasp at the slick, textured sensation.

Shit, that felt good.

There was a wet, sucking sound as I slid it back up, and I sighed with pleasure as I started slowly pumping it over my length, my knees falling open wide on the bed. My eyes fluttered shut and I tipped my head back against the headboard, breaths shallowing as I got a good rhythm going.

Suddenly, I noticed a kind of… hum coming from the pumpkin head in my hands. Not a vibration, but like something had been triggered or switched on, even though I hadn’t noticed a battery panel anywhere on the toy, and I definitely hadn’t put batteries in it.

My brows twitched, then my eyes popped open as the sleeve around my cock started to… move. Tightening and releasing, like a sucking mouth taking deep draws.

“Ooh shit.” I inhaled sharply, head tilting down to stare at the pumpkin. Carefully, I started feeling around on the base, wondering if I’d knocked a switch I hadn’t noticed, before the sleeve’s suction got stronger, squeezing my dick.