**Title: Filling Him Up**

I’d known Jamie for a while—a slim, smooth femboy with tight hips and an ass that just begged to be stretched. We’d fooled around before, but tonight was different. Tonight, I had a plan.

We were in my bedroom, the dim light casting shadows across his bare chest as he lay on his back, legs already spread for me. His pink hole glistened with lube, twitching slightly as I ran my thumb over it.

“You ready for this?” I asked, holding up the inflatable dildo—thick at the base, with a bulbous tip that would swell inside him.

Jamie bit his lip, nodding. “Fuck yes. Stretch me out.”

I lubed up the toy, pressing the tip against his tight little entrance. He gasped as I pushed in, his muscles gripping the shaft as it slid deeper. His cock twitched against his stomach, already leaking precum.

“Oh shit, that’s thick,” he panted, arching his back as I bottomed out inside him.

I grinned, flicking the pump attached to the toy. “Just wait.”

With a few squeezes, the dildo began to expand inside him. Jamie’s eyes flew open, his breath hitching as the pressure built. His hole clenched around the toy, struggling to take the growing girth.

“Fuck—fuck, it’s so full,” he moaned, his thighs trembling.

I reached for the prostate stimulator—a sleek little injector loaded with a dose of pure pleasure. Pressing the tip against his stretched rim, I slid it in beside the dildo, aiming for his sweet spot.

Jamie whimpered. “You’re gonna—oh God—you’re gonna make me cum hands-free, aren’t you?”

“That’s the plan,” I murmured, then hit the plunger.

The drug hit his prostate instantly. His back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as pleasure rocketed through him. His cock jerked, pulsing with need, but I didn’t let him touch it.

I pumped the dildo again, watching his hole strain around the swollen toy. His thighs shook, his cock dripping steadily now.

“I can’t—I can’t take it—” he babbled, but his body said otherwise. His ass was gripping the dildo like a vice, his prostate throbbing under the drug’s effects.

I leaned down, licking a stripe up his cock. “Yeah you can. You love being stuffed full.”

He came with a broken sob, his cock untouched as ropes of cum splashed across his stomach. His hole clenched rhythmically around the toy, milking it as waves of pleasure rolled through him.

I kept the pressure on—kept him stretched, kept him high—until he was a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath me.

And then?

I pulled the dildo out slowly, watching his gaping hole struggle to close.

“Next time,” I promised, “we go bigger.”

Jamie just whimpered, still twitching from the aftershocks.