Runt cupped my balls and ran his fingers across my cock as I felt a tingling from the base of my balls to the tip of my dick, which was quite disconcerting given neither happened to be attached to my body. My hips gave a phantom thrust as the feeling intensified when the imp brought my package to his lips. I knew I should've stopped him or put some effort into it, but his talented fingers played my pecker like a flute and the prospect of an equally talented tongue dissolved whatever remained of my will.
Just as his tongue touched my tip the feelings diminished entirely. In fact, I could no longer even feel his fingers holding the rounded base of my cock as it turned a sickly pale.
"Much better" Runt sneered as he callously tossed me the now plastic package.
"What did you?!" I screamed hoarsely as I examined the plastic shaft.
"What's it look like, dummy? I made you a present." He cackled as he slipped into the living room.
"Change it back!" I demanded as I pursued him.
"Now why would you want me to do that?" He asked coyly as he approached and fondled my now bare groin, "Were you planning on putting it to use? I'm sure I could manage that, among other things..."