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This story was written for Shakal as part of my patreon request days for November. It contains M/Solo sexual acts involving a consenting adult male, and hyper/multi-orgasmic fun. :3

A Little Extra Testing

Steven's face was flushed as he slid the door of his apartment shut behind him, locking it immediately and licking his lips in anticipation even as he did so. In less than a minute he was in his room and stark naked, the coyote's cock already rock hard as indeed it had been for most of the bus ride home just thinking about what would await him when he got there. And now, sure enough, he was here. Rooting through his work rucksack and pulling out a small tupperware box which had on the way into work that morning contained only his bagged lunch, but now contained only one small, rather unremarkable looking item. A dark ring of metal and rubber with the Valhalla industries logo emblazoned on a portion of the outer surface, and a set of letters and numbers etched into the metal just beside it.

'Hyper-Gasm Ring. Valhalla Industries Patent Pending. Beta Test Model #42.'

Running his fingers over the surface of the ring as he sat down on the edge of his bed, his ample cock twitching, already drooling pre-cum as he simply thought about what he was about to do, the coyote whimpered to himself in absolute elation.

"O-ooh god... this is gonna be incredible..."

Steven had tried it out at work already of course. His position as a research assistant at Valhalla industries meant that he had access to a great many of their most secret projects, and until now he had always taken the responsibility of keeping those secrets immensely serious. But over the last few days, as he had been given the opportunity to test out several models of this new high-tech cock ring, that sense of duty, loyalty and responsibility had been slowly eaten away. Fed upon by lust, by the need for more of the sensation that this ring had introduced him to in a way that no other Valhalla product he had been granted the opportunity to work with so far had ever managed to provoke.

He had only been under the thrall of the Hyper-Gasm ring for maybe five minutes in total over the course of three days. A minute long session the first day. Two separate one minute long sessions yesterday, and a one hundred and twenty second session of absolute bliss today. It wasn't just about bigger orgasms, or longer orgasms. This device turned orgasms into something more than pleasurable. Something more than blissful. It made orgasms into something genuinely, sincerely. divine. And now that he had experienced it several times with evenings in between, evenings spent pleasuring himself desperately to one unsatisfyingly brief, pathetically weak orgasm after another by comparison, Steven knew that there was no other alternative.

He had to feel it again. He had to experience that pleasure again, only longer this time, and without the constraints of a highly supervised laboratory to restrict his shameless enjoyment of the device's abilities.

With a whimper of absolute glee the coyote slid the ring down over the tip of his cock, pulling it lower and lower until it gently popped into place just behind his knot. His fingers carefully explored around the edge of the ring until it found the activation button, and his toes curled where they rested against the floor below in anticipation of what was going to happen when he pressed that tiny little switch.

Steven yelped in pre-emptive joy as he pressed the button, and immediately he felt the high-tech device spring into life. It shrank, the metal rings which lay within the rubbery outer casing twisting and tightening to a perfect firm grip around the base of his member. It let slip the tiniest audible whirring as the tech within the device, far beyond anything that Steven's college educated mind could understand, kicked into gear, and then, just seconds later, it began to work in earnest.

"Ahhhhhh! Ah fuck! Fuck!"

Before Steven could even reach out and grab his cock, he began to cum, hard. The first jet of his thick white seed spurted across the room and lashed the floor from about an inch away from the wall's lowermost edge right back to the floorboards just between where the coyote's toes were now curling ever more tightly and desperately at the ends of his paws. The second, even more voluminous than the first, gushed out with such force that it splattered loudly against the bedroom's far wall, Steven finally managing to lurch forward through the haze of that impossibly intense orgasmic pleasure and grab his cock, pulling it upward as he started to pump it within his grasp and ensuring that eruption number three painted the ceiling and rained thick droplets of salty-sweet cum all over the panting, shuddering male.

"Oh shit. Ohhh god, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, t-that's... that's it. Oh god, so fucking good..."

The orgasm provoked by the hyper-gasm ring didn't just start immediately, it went on, and on, and on. For more than a minute Steven just sat there pumping his cock and watching the cum rain down all around and over him, tongue lolling out, eyes glazed, panting and huffing and yelping and cursing in absolute elation, knowing full well there was no time limit, no restriction on how long or how hard he could cum. A second minute passed, and only as Steven considered that he was now in uncharted territory, going beyond anything he had experienced under the strict observation of the Valhalla scientists who had created this incredible device, did he actually look at just how much cum he had already produced, considering how much more could possibly come if he just kept on going, and going.

He laughed, shaking his head and moaning in his mirth through the endless, unceasing pleasure, as he looked around and more clearly took in just how much of a mess he'd already made. Unlike at work the walls and floors of his bedroom weren't going to be so easy to wipe down, nor would his bedding, or his furniture, or... well, basically everything. The coyote knew that the smart thing to do would be to turn the device off for a brief period. Tidy up in here, then head into the bathroom, maybe into the shower cubicle itself, and let loose even more lengthily than this time around. Steven knew that he could have done so, and that there was nothing stopping him from starting up again as soon as he'd cleaned up. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to turn the ring off again, knowing that much as there was nothing stopping him from starting over, there was also nothing to stop him from continuing on, and on, and on.

Instead the coyote pulled himself upright, and staggered away from his bed on weak, trembling legs as he continued to yelp and cum, painting yet more of the bedroom and then the hallway beyond with his ceaseless spurts of seed while he made his way to the bathroom leaving a sticky trail coating the floor, walls and ceilings in his wake. He made it to the bathroom, closing but not locking the door behind him as he slipped inside, and glanced between the shower cubicle and the bathtub. The shower would be easier to clean, but... god, his legs were already like jelly trying to keep him standing as he continued to cum without respite. Thus he stumbled instead towards the tub, and soon found himself lying down in the empty tub itself, tilting his cumming cock down towards his own chest, stomach and the underside of his face, and gurgling, grunting, laughing in yet more toe-curling ecstasy as he began to paint himself and the back of the tub against which he was lying with hot ribbons of cum that soon began to form a little pool of surprisingly warm, thick seed all around his resting, still pleasure-stricken body.

Though he made no effort to put an actual value on how long he lay there, howling and stroking his length, squeezing at his throbbing knot and cumming without even a moment's pause, it must have been twenty or thirty minutes at least, if not a substantial amount more before more sincere thoughts of stopping crossed Steven's mind. By that point he was lying in several inches of his own cum, drenched in it, surrounded by its thick scent, revelling shamelessly in the lewdness of it all as he almost drunkenly giggled while opening his maw, spurting hot ribbons over his face as he tried to feed himself a dozen or so streaks of cum before returning to painting his chest once more. In a way it was the taste of his own cum, the salty-sweet tang of his seed that made the coyote consider a brief hiatus to his pleasure. A taste that made him realise how hungry he was for something more substantial than his own seed, and which made him remember that he had been so eager to begin playing with his illicitly obtained toy that the coyote had entirely forgotten to get himself any dinner first.

Hands trembling as they briefly let go of his cock and watched as his cum began to paint the walls and ceiling surrounding the tub once more, Steven braced himself for the sudden lack of pleasure as he reached down for the ring tucked away beneath his throbbing knot. He traced his fingers around the outer edge of the ring until he found the off switch, and paused for a few moments, letting another wave of pleasure crash over him, then another, and another, and... he groaned, and forced himself to hit the button before he spent another twenty minutes convincing himself that just one more wave of ecstasy would somehow be enough.

His cock throbbed. His cum fountained up into the air, hit the ceiling of the bathroom and splattered back down over him and the already cum-filled tub in which he was resting. It did so again, and again. Steven frowned, and hit the off switch again, this time holding it down to ensure that he felt it click off.

He yelped, eyes bulging, muzzle falling slack as he let loose another thick, hyper-productive spurt of cum. Then another. And another. And another.

Forcing himself to think through the pleasure, he closed his eyes and tried to remember the failsafe protocol for if a malfunction occurred. He remembered the training video, the code sequence to put in for a full shutdown of the ring's power source. His fingers flew around the edge of the ring to the tiny inbuilt panel with a sequence of smaller switches upon it, and he flipped them in the order required, frustrated now by the idea that if in fact he was forced to shut the device down that way, he might not be able to turn it back on again.

To his dismay however, and to his relief as well in many respects, the pleasure didn't stop. The coyote howled and painted the ceiling with cum once more, and as he did so, as the failsafe utterly failed, from somewhere else within the ring's tiny but intricately complex design a monotonous mechanical voice rang out from some hidden speaker.

"Valhalla Industries employees are reminded that all of our Beta Test devices are implanted with GPS tracking chips to ensure that they do not leave company premises without detection. Use of such a device outside of Valhalla Industries premises will result in a complete device lockdown. This device will continue to function at programme level one until it is returned to company premises and a manager with level five access or higher inputs the correct command sequence to de-activate it."

Steven wailed both in pleasure and in dismay as the voice fell silent, staring down at his throbbing, constantly cumming cock and his huge swollen knot, that very basic fact of his sexual anatomy meaning that there was absolutely no way for him to get the skin-tight ring off while it was turned on, and apparently no way to turn it off while it was on his person.

"H-haaaaaahhh... how am I supposed to get it back to the o-ohhh... office like this?!"

The coyote yelped to no-one in particular, shuddering and writhing in the several inches of cum surrounding him in the bathtub as he imagined trying to put on clothes, trying to hail a cab, trying to get all the way across town to the nearest Valhalla building in his current state. Never mind that he was sure to be fired when he got there, how the hell was he even supposed to get that far?

Once more he grasped at the ring as he continued to paint the bathroom with endlessly productive streaks of cum, fingers trembling and blindly poking at the buttons upon it, praying for a miracle, praying that somehow he might hit upon one of the command sequences supposedly only possessed by management. For a minute he continued to cum as he worked ceaselessly pressing with blind hope at buttons. For another minute. And another. And another. And...

A soft, momentary beep rang out from the device, and Steven howled at the top of his lungs in mixed relief and anguish as all of a sudden, without warning and far too soon for his body's liking, he stopped cumming. The ring's internal mechanics began to whirr once more, and for a second time the monotone voice rang out from its interior.

"Command sequence accepted. Programme level one ceased."

Steven fell limp, trembling, panting, blushing as he stared down at the cum filled bathtub and his still twitching, still rock hard but no longer pleasure stricken, no longer cumming cock. He knew he still had to figure out a way to get the ring off, but at least this was a start. At least now he could think more clearly, and figure out a way out of this self-imposed mess with his career intact.

The whirring from within the ring reached a new intensity, and just a few seconds after it had last fallen silent, the voice spoke up once again.

"Programme level two, now activating."

Steven didn't have time to cry out, he didn't have time to say a word or even form a coherent thought beyond a single two word phrase...

'Oh shit...'

...before an almighty torrent of cum began to spray from the tip of his suddenly straining cock, not a rope, not a ribbon of seed that spurted up to the ceiling then ceased in preparation for the next one, but a constant, furious, unrelenting flood that just kept on coming. The coyote couldn't stop it. The coyote couldn't resist it. He couldn't fumble with the ring any more because his hands were coated in cum as he mindlessly rubbed at the tip of his cock, directing and playfully guiding the flow of cum all over the already cum-soaked bathroom with giddy, helpless whimpers and giggles. He couldn't speak. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything more than lie there and play with his cock, play with his cum as he watched it pour forth in ever greater abundance with rapt, pleasure stricken awe.

Forget dinner.

Forget getting caught out by work.

Forget... everything.

All he wanted to do, all he needed to do was cum, and feel himself cumming. And that was okay, because right now and for the rest of his life as far as Steven knew, that was physically all that he could do.

*********

"Jealous, Wep?"

The following morning, standing ankle deep in cum as it flooded down the front steps of the apartment building, Xander raised a playful eyebrow towards the muzzled, leashed white wolf standing next to him. A gentle growl escaped Wepwawet, but as they both heard a distant, echoing scream of pleasure from within the building, the flow of cum out of the front door increasing in both speed and volume about ten seconds later, the bound and obviously needy, lust stricken wolf nodded and whined.

Xander chuckled.

"Yeah, I would be too. I mean, just think about it. It's all your horniness that makes tech like that possible. All the orgasmic pleasure you could be feeling being syphoned off to produce reactions like this."

The kangaroo wiggled his bare toes in the cum flowing around their feet, lifting one out of the water and flicking his dripping foot at the wolf. Wepwawet just let it happen, shuddering in desire and frustration, resisting the shameful urge to drop to his knees and bury his muzzled maw beneath the flood of cum just in case there was enough of his divine energy resting within that mortal's cum to possibly tip his needy body over the edge into a climax of his own. He took a deep, ragged breath through his muzzle and looked towards Xander, then back to the building, waiting as patiently as he could under the circumstances. Tormented all the while by the knowledge that as his own cock ring made cumming supposedly impossible, the ring so easily stolen by some idiot test subject had granted that coyote what to Wepwawet himself sounded like absolute heaven. Unstoppable, unrelenting, merciless potent, constant orgasm.

Eventually though, when he felt that Wepwawet had suffered through the acute awareness of what he was missing out on enough for the time being, Xander did begin to paddle forward through the floods of cum. He tugged on the leash, and looked back over his shoulder as Wep whined and followed after him, sloshing through the warm, thick cum himself as his unsatisfied cock throbbed and twitched with each and every wet, sticky step.

"C'mon, Wep. I guess we'd better go make him stop. Or, at the very least, let him keep going in a bathroom with better drainage."

By Jeeves

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