His desperation by Saturday is now at a whole new level of intensity, and the threat of denial is incredibly severe.
We are now entering a whole new realm however, as it finally happened. On Friday, he dribbled a load of cum on the carpet. He begged for understanding, claiming it was precum.
I pretended to understand, and told him he was off the hook if his dick didn't soften after his "pre-cum" leakage. In panicked fashion he stroked desperately as his increasingly limp dick sagged.