Someone with body paints and a brush

The next person walked up, not holding any toys, but a small body paint kit and a brush. They had short curly hair dyed blue, and came up to Alex’s chest. They stepped forward and asked, “what do you like to be called?”

“Oh, I’m Alex.”

“No… I mean…” they paused thinking a little. “The last person called you slut, and pet. What do you like to be called?”

Alex realized what they were asking now. “Oh, well, slut and pet were nice.” Alex thought for a moment. “I, really like being called good boy.” Alex said. Just saying it out loud he felt his cock twitch, and he felt himself squirm a bit. The stranger reached forward and held Alex by the back of his head softly, and looked him directly in the eyes.

“Good boy.” They said softly. Alex felt himself grown hot and let out a small moan, surprising himself. The stranger let go and placed a single finger in Alex’s lips, indicating him to keep quiet, and then took their brush and started painting Alex’s chest white with wide strokes. The paint felt cool and they worked quickly to cover Alex’s chest, and then stomach, and the his cock.

“Mmmmmm, oh god.” Alex whispered as the bristles softly went over and teased his cock. It twitched and jumped with every brush stroke, but was covered quickly. Then, circling around the brush made its way to Alex’s back. It felt weird having his ass painted, but his back felt best feeling the brush rhythmically go back and forth. After that’s was finished, the blue haired stranger appeared in front again, and started painting in black across his chest. The brush purposely teased his nipples, and it’s painter grabbed Alex’s cock playfully and stroked a few times just to tease him. Alex held his breath and closed his eyes, but the stranger’s face never flinched or changed, focus on their work, and making Alex their canvas. It wasn’t easy to read what was being painted from Alex’s perspective, but the strokes were made slowly so he could tell what was being written.

“Good boy” was written across his chest. Then, the painter knelt down and started on his stomach.

“Pet.” Was slowly written across it, and then around back on his ass, “slut”. The painter came back around to Alex’s front and started dotting multiple colors all over Alex, various purples and blues and greens and reds placed all over. The brush tickled and teased and had Alex pulling on his restraints and squirming trying not to laugh.

To finish, the painter can back around front and dipped their brush in the purple paint, and placed it right under the head of Alex’s dick. Slowly the twitched the brush back and forth, keeping eye contact with Alex.

The brush felt incredible against his cock and he moaned as he felt his cock throb. He was breathing heavy and felt himself get closer with every twitch of the brush when it stopped. The stranger stepped back and walked all the way around him, observing their work. Then, satisfied, they stepped up to Alex once more. “Thank you” they whispered before kissing Alex on the cheek. They turned and headed towards the register as Alex blushed.