**Title: The Pressure Builds**

I’d been teasing him all night. Watching his cheeks flush pink every time I ran a finger along the inside of his thigh while we watched TV. He was sprawled across my lap, his tight little shorts riding up just enough to show the curve of his ass. I could already feel the heat radiating off him, and I knew he was thinking about it—about *me*—just as much as I was thinking about burying my cock inside him.

But tonight wasn’t about me.

I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him up onto his knees in front of me. His breath hitched as I leaned in, biting his lower lip. “You remember the rules,” I murmured. “You don’t come until I say.” He whimpered and nodded, eyes already glazed with want. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the inflatable dildo—thick, ribbed, with a bulb at the base that would swell inside him until he was begging.

“Pants off,” I ordered, and he scrambled to obey, his slender fingers trembling as he pushed the fabric down his thighs, exposing his smooth, hairless skin. His dick was already half-hard, twitching against his stomach, but I ignored it for now. I wanted him dripping first.

I lubed up the dildo, watching his throat bob as he swallowed. “Turn around,” I said, and he did, bending over the bed with his ass in the air. I ran my fingers down the cleft of his cheeks, spreading him open to see his tight little hole already flexing, like it knew what was coming.

“Relax,” I murmured, pressing the tip of the dildo against him. He gasped as I pushed inside, slow and steady, his body resisting at first before surrendering with a quiet moan. His fists clenched in the sheets as I worked it deeper, inch by inch, until the base was snug against his ass.

Then I started pumping.

His whole body jerked as the bulb inside him began to expand, pressing against his walls, stretching him wider. “Fuck—fuck, it’s—” His voice cracked, high and desperate. I could *see* the way it bulged inside him, his rim straining around the thick girth, his thighs shaking. I gave another pump, and he whined, his hole fluttering around the intrusion.

“You feel that?” I growled, leaning over him to whisper in his ear. “That’s your prostate getting fucked open.” Another pump, and his cock twitched hard, dripping pre-cum onto the sheets. “Oh god—*oh god*—” His breathing was ragged, his back arching as the pressure inside him built, relentless.

I reached around and grabbed his dick, stroking him slow, letting him feel every second of the stretch. “You close already?” I taunted, feeling his hips buck against my hand. He nodded frantically, his moans turning into sobs as the dildo kept expanding. “Not yet.”

His ass was stretched obscenely now, his hole red and wet around the base of the toy. I gave it one last pump, watching his body jolt as he hit his limit, his thighs trembling. “P-please—” he choked out, his cock throbbing in my grip.

“Come.”

The second I said it, he broke, his back bowing as he came hard, his dick pulsing in my hand, his ass spasming around the inflated toy. His whines were muffled against the mattress, his whole body shuddering through the orgasm. I kept stroking him, milking every last drop, until he went limp, panting.

I deflated the dildo slowly, pulling it out with a wet sound, watching his hole gape for a second before clenching down on nothing. He whimpered, oversensitive, but I wasn’t done.

“Turn over.” I shoved him onto his back, spreading his legs wide. He was still twitching, his cock half-hard again already, his hole flushed and wet.

I lined up my dick and shoved inside him in one brutal thrust.

He screamed.