Inflatable Dildos

He straps himself down, buckles leather cuffs tight around his wrists. One push of the bulb and the inflatable plug swells inside him, thick, relentless. He watches his stomach tighten each time he squeezes. No slow build, just instant stretch and pressure that knocks the breath out of him. He pumps again, hips jerking off the mattress, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. When the rubber starts to feel like it might split him open, he stops and rides the ache, grinding down until the burn turns liquid-hot. Later, when his partner climbs on top, the toy’s still inside, half-deflated, waiting. One shared pump between them and the plug grows again, pushing him open around another cock sliding in. Double penetration without the rush. He takes it because he already learned how to breathe through the stretch alone, how to beg for more when the rubber won’t give any farther. The scene ends with him shaking, cuffs biting his wrists, every pulse of the pump matched by the throb of being used.