The soft click of the door closing echoes through the empty house, signaling the start of his secret ritual. He lays back on the bed, legs spread, ready. The rosebud, smooth and gleaming, presses against him, seeking entry. His body resists, then yields, the toy sliding in, filling him. He gasps, his hand flying to his cock, pumping in time with the toy's movement. His balls tighten, his breath comes in ragged pants, and with a final, deep push, he comes undone, his release painting stripes across his abdomen.