👗 The Pleasure of Pressure

Jaden always loved wearing tight belts. Even since childhood, he didn't quite understand why, but there was always an intense satisfaction when he pulled the leather strap tightly around his waist, feeling the snugness constricting his belly. His friends thought it was weird, but they indulged him. They would take turns fastening belts tighter and tighter until someone couldn't bear it anymore and had to loosen it again. And every time it was Jaden who came out the winner, winning praise from his friends for how well he could tolerate the tightness.

As he grew older, the sensation remained pleasurable. Every day, once his parents were gone to work, Jaden would slip a tight belt under his shirt, fastening it securely around his slender waist. The feel of it, the constant reminder of the pressure, added a certain thrill to even the most mundane activities. At school, he found that he could concentrate better, more focused now that he could feel the tightness around his middle. He tried everything – dancing, yoga, soccer, all sorts of games – but the sensation never faded. Yoga turned out to be his favorite; with so many different positions to hold, he could enjoy the pleasant pressure of the belt in so many ways.

Now at 18 years old, the slender, long-haired teenager found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands fidgeting with the buckle of his belt. He had been waiting for this moment all day – ever since he knew that Tom, Mike, and Billy were coming over. They always played the same game – seeing who could wear the tightest belt without wincing or choking. It was always Jaden who won, and he loved it.

Tom walked into the room first, followed by Mike and Billy. "Hey, Jaden," he said, tossing his jacket onto the bed. "Ready to get started?"

Jaden grinned and nodded, getting up to unfasten the belt from his pants and put it back on securely around his waist. He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of what was coming next.

Mike and Billy looked at each other nervously, while Tom just smirked. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked. "You know what happened last time."

Jaden laughed. "I'm fine," he assured them. "Just watch."

The other three boys exchanged glances, then shrugged and began removing their own belts. They took turns fastening each other's belts, pulling them tighter and tighter until they could barely breathe. Finally, it was Jaden's turn. He handed the end of his belt to Billy, who hesitated for a moment before beginning to tighten it around Jaden's waist.

"Come on," Jaden urged him. "Pull it harder!"

Billy shot him an annoyed look but did as he was told, tugging the belt until it dug into Jaden's belly. The other two boys watched with interest, waiting for the inevitable gasp or cry of pain that never came, despite the intense constriction. Instead, Jaden simply stood there, grinning wildly as the pressure against his stomach grew almost unbearable.

Finally, when it seemed like neither Billy nor anyone else could possibly make the belt any tighter, Tom stepped forward and grabbed the end himself. With a savage yank, he pulled it even further, eliciting a strangled groan from Jaden. But still, he didn't let go – he held onto the belt for dear life, refusing to give up the prize.

After what felt like hours, Tom finally released the belt, letting it snap back into place with a loud thud. Jaden staggered backward slightly, clutching at his middle as if trying to hold in all the air inside him. But he managed to stay standing, much to everyone's surprise.

"That was amazing," Mike said, clapping Jaden on the back. "I don't know how you do it."

Jaden just grinned again, rubbing his fingers over the red marks left by the buckle. "It feels amazing," he breathed out. "I love how much it stings."

The other boys exchanged puzzled looks, but no one dared say anything about it. They knew better than to question Jaden's strange fascination with tight belts – after all, they were the ones who had started this crazy game in the first place. And besides, seeing the look of blissful agony on Jaden's face made them feel kind of proud somehow. Like maybe they were helping him live out some deep-seated fantasy or something.

So instead of arguing or mocking him, they simply went along with it. They took turns fastening each other's belts even tighter, until they could barely move without wincing in pain. And when it came time to declare a winner, there was never any doubt who that would be. No matter how hard they tried, none of them could ever match Jaden's incredible tolerance for the pressure and discomfort of wearing a super-tight belt. He always won, and he loved every minute of it.

Once the party ended and the sun started to set, stretching graceful shadows all around, Jaden finally unbuckled his belt and sank down onto the bed with a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep – dreaming of those tight, tight belts around his waist.