He does, but they do not come cheap

"Hmmm..." Darryl ponders your request for a short while. "I guess I could come up with something... When do you expect to have the, ahem, materials ready?"

Now for the hard part. "Well, here's the thing... We're kind of operating under time pressure here, so I was kinda hoping you'd be able to make the dildo itself as well, given the mold..." Darryl throws his head back and groans in frustration. "Seriously, Cindy? I mean, I'm sure there's some halfway decent silicone lying around some of the workshops, but you can't seriously expect me to go in there and make a fucking sex toy for you! Especially given, you know..." He gestures at Sam.

"Trust me, bro," Sam says in a somewhat resigned tone, "This is at least as weird for me as it is for you. Just don't think about it too much, and it'll be fine." "Which reminds me, actually," Darryl says turning back to you, "He's getting a **** out of this deal. What's in it for me?" This is all a pretty big ask, so you decide not to haggle and skip straight to the thing you know he actually wants. The thing he's wanted for at least as long as you've been blowing him.

"You can fuck me. After the GAME is over, of course." Darryl smiles broadly. "Well, I don't know... I'm risking my reputation here, you know..." Damn. You should have opened with something else after all... "No condom," you offer. "No condom, but not just once. Whenever you want help with something, instead of a BJ, I'll get to fuck you." Taking a second to cool your frustration, you reply. "Every second time. Final offer." "Final offer? I was under the impression you were ****, here. But fine, I'll take it."

"Right," you say, getting up, "How long do you think it will take?" "Couple hours for the silicone to set. Then I need to make the modifications. Get me the, eh, mold by dinnertime, and I'll pull and all-nighter and have it ready in the morning." "Really?" Genuinely surprised, you hug Darryl. "Thanks!" "In all honesty, it's mainly because the workshops are deserted at night. And I wouldn't mind getting this over with asap, either..."

"Well, still, thanks. Ok, I guess Sam and I have some stuff to take care of. Let's go, Sam!" Sam grumbles something under his breath about not being a puppy for you to order around, but he does get up and follow you to the door. "See you later, Darryl!"