Kota stood alone in the quiet of his room, the door clicked shut behind him with a soft, final sound that sealed him off from the rest of the empty apartment. The lamp on his nightstand cast a warm, golden glow across the walls, highlighting the faded posters of old football stars and the weight bench gathering dust in the corner.
The air felt still and cool against his skin, carrying the faint, familiar scent of his own laundry mixed with the lingering trace of yesterday's sweat that still clung to the sheets.
His backpack sat heavy on the bed, the three packaged fleshlights inside rustling faintly as he unzipped it and pulled one out.
The matte black box felt smooth and clinical under his fingers, the seal breaking with a crisp tear as he opened it. Inside, the fleshlight sleeve was soft, realistic-looking silicone, the entrance molded to resemble a tight, inviting hole with subtle fleshy lips and a textured interior that glistened faintly under the lamp light from the thin layer of included lube.
He stared at it for a long moment, heart beating a little faster, the weight of the doctor's words still echoing in his head — five times a day, or risk everything. His balls already felt full again, the unnatural pressure building low and heavy, a constant, throbbing reminder that his body was no longer his own.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and pushed his cargo pants and boxers down to his ankles in one slow motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy even half-hard, the new girth making it sway heavily between his thighs, veins standing out prominently under the flushed skin. He wrapped his hand around the base, feeling the unfamiliar weight, the way it filled his palm completely now, and squeezed out a generous amount of the included lube onto the sleeve.
The cool gel made a soft, wet sound as he spread it evenly over the entrance, his fingers sliding inside the tight channel to coat the textured interior. The fleshlight felt warm in his grip once lubed, the silicone yielding softly, almost lifelike, and he lined it up with the fat head of his cock, pressing forward slowly.
The first inch sank in with a smooth, wet pop, the tight entrance stretching wide around him, the inner textures gripping and rippling along every vein as he pushed deeper.
"Fuck…"
Kota breathed, the word slipping out low and rough as the sensation hit him all at once. It felt amazing, better than he expected, the sleeve hugging him perfectly, the nodules inside dragging along his shaft in waves of tight, sucking heat that made his toes curl against the floor. He thrust upward, sinking the full length in with a long, slow glide, the wet schlick of lube and silicone filling the quiet room as the toy bottomed out against his pelvis.
The pressure was perfect, the suction pulling him in deeper on every stroke, the textures massaging him from base to tip in a way that made his eyes flutter shut and his head fall back. He started moving faster, hips rocking up into the toy with steady, deliberate thrusts, the bed creaking softly beneath him as he chased the building pleasure.
The first orgasm hit fast and hard, a deep, rolling wave that made his balls draw up tight and his cock pulse heavily inside the sleeve.
Thick ropes flooded the toy, the collection chamber filling with audible splats as he groaned low, hips stuttering through the release. But he didn't stop. The ache was already returning, the pressure building again almost immediately, so he kept thrusting, the wet sounds growing louder and messier as the lube mixed with his cum. The second orgasm followed minutes later, even stronger, his hand gripping the toy tighter as he pumped through it, the pleasure bordering on overwhelming as his new size made every texture feel amplified.
He came again, and again, each release leaving him panting and trembling but the fullness never fully fading, the toy growing slicker and warmer with every load until it felt like a living thing wrapped around him.
By the third orgasm he was lost in it, the room fading around him as the toy worked him over, the sensations so intense and relentless that his mind went blissfully blank. His body finally gave out after the last heavy spurt, the ache in his balls dulling to a faint, manageable throb for the first time in what felt like forever.
He set the used fleshlight aside on the nightstand, the sleeve still leaking his cum onto the wood, and collapsed back onto the bed, the sheets cool against his sweat-damp skin. His cock lay soft and heavy against his thigh, no longer hurting, no longer throbbing with that unbearable pressure. The relief was profound, a deep, bone-weary calm settling over him as his eyes grew heavier, the exhaustion from the entire day, from the mansion, from the showers, from the endless need, finally pulling him under.
Kota fell asleep like that, naked and spent on top of the covers, the lamp still on, his breathing slow and even for the first time in forever, his dick no longer hurting as the quiet apartment wrapped around him like a blanket.