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This story was written for Shakal. It contains M/Solo and M/M sexual acts involving consenting adults, and includes sounding, extreme edging/denial, and various other acts of kinky lewdness. <3

The Countdown to Cum

Day 2. Attempt 1.

For more than a day, Wepwawet had been thrusting. Humping mindlessly, and yet with the most intense and potent focus as he ensured that his hips jerked forward once a second, on the second without fail. He gurgled in pleasure, overwhelmed with need and yet knowing that he couldn't cum. Knowing that he couldn't let himself go. Not yet. Not for many more days to come.

It would have been impossible for anyone of mortal heritage. Anyone but the kind of person who had either been touched by the gods, or like Wep himself was one of the gods. To go seven days, seven long, tortuous days thrusting, fucking, enduring non-stop pleasure without giving in and cumming. But, he would do it. He had to do it. Not only to prove to Anubis and all his pitiful servants that he was capable of overcoming any and all of the challenges they laid out so cruelly before him, but to spite them by claiming the reward being dangled so temptingly before him. Twenty four hours of sexual freedom. Twenty four hours were he could fuck whoever, wherever and however he wished, and cum just as freely throughout that time. He would do it. He would succeed, and claim that victory for himself. And for those sweet twenty four hours, he would spend every last second of them using all the people who teased and tormented him at Anubis' behest in the manner they were due. As his submissive, whimpering bitches.

Standing in the centre of the chamber chosen for this task, hearing his grunting, his panting, pleasure stricken sounds ringing off the marble walls alongside the lewd slurping of his cock sliding in and out of a deliciously well lubricated fleshlight, the white furred wolf's eyes closed for a moment or two. He couldn't cum, couldn't achieve release or satisfaction according to Anubis' rules, but it still felt incredible. With his hands folded behind his head, his hips alone powering his pleasure, Wepwawet almost relished the idea of building up to the resulting orgasm over the next five and three quarter days. Almost. Truth be told of course, he would far rather have cum right now. Right there and then. Indeed, if he quickened his pace just a little... if he thrust just a little faster, a little harder...

A loud, buzzing klaxon sounded as Wepwawet's hips instinctively picked up their pace and broke the once per second thrusting rule. The wolf's eyes sprang open, and he looked sharply back over his shoulder towards the source of that sound. He snarled in fury as he saw Xander and Shakal seated, playing a game of chess beneath a large electronic scoreboard. They looked up from their game and towards Wep as the klaxon faded, and they laughed as to Wepwawet's abject horror the counter blinked all the way back from just over one hundred thousand seconds of time, over one hundred thousand thrusts, right back to zero.

"No!"

Wep roared in frustration as he pulled his thick, throbbing cock free from the masturbation sleeve mounted upon a custom-build stand directly in front of him. He turned on the spot, his cock drooling and twitching, drizzling the floor below with thick strings of pre-cum as he stared at the board with its tauntingly glowing zero. He glared from it to the two figures seated below it, shaking visibly in pure, incandescent rage, and let loose a strangled howl of desperation and longing as he grabbed at his cock and began to pump it in one hand while the other reached for his knot and began to squeeze and rub it furiously.

"I'm gonna cum! I don't care how many goddamn thrusts I've made. I don't care how long it's taken. I... a-aaahhhh, I'm fucking gonna cum, and t-there's nothing you or Anubis can do to fucking stop me!"

He was so worked up, so desperate after a whole day of forcing himself to hold back that it was no surprise how easily he was able to bring himself to the brink and beyond. Within fifteen seconds, he was grunting and howling in ecstasy as he felt the rush of orgasm approaching. Wildly he jerked his cock, pre-cum spurting out in ribbons more potent and productive than some mortals would have been able to produce over the course of multiple orgasms in their own right. He glared in baleful fury at Xander and Shakal, wordlessly daring them to try and stop him, but seeing them make no effort to move from their seats, no attempt to delay or halt his progress. That alone should have made him wary, but he was too frantic, too desperate to think with any rational clarity. Thus, when he felt himself reach the point of no return just a handful of seconds and more frenzied masturbatory strokes later, he did so with an almighty howl of triumph.

"Yes! Yes! Aaaaaaahfuckyesssss... n-nnhhh... w-what? What?! No! No!!"

At least, it began as a howl of triumph. It began as the pleasure built and burst forth within his cock for a split-second, as he felt the cum surging up from within himself and through his straining, twitching erection. But then, just as a thick, glistening bead of cum oozed from his tip and stood ready to act as the vanguard of all the rest of the cum soon to follow, something happened. He felt something inside himself shift, and all of a sudden that intense pleasure was waning. He watched in abject horror, still feverishly rubbing at his cock and squeezing his knot tightly, as the pleasure not only diminished and left him with an ever more intense aching desperation for release, but as he watched that singular bead of cum be withdrawn, sucked back actively into his cock as though time itself was reversing, localised on that very particular portion of his body.

Once more Wepwawet turned his eyes to the heavens, but this time as he roared it was in rage. In fury. In abject anguish as he realised that it wasn't merely a threat of greater punishment keeping him from orgasmic release beyond the rules of this challenge. He couldn't cum. Not in any way. Not by any means. He could make himself cum as much as he wanted, but actually achieving that goal, actually following through on his desire to achieve release and satisfaction? God no. Not unless he did it Anubis' way. Not unless he completed the God's damnable challenge.

Until such a time as he successfully spent six hundred and four thousand, eight hundred seconds in constant pleasure, thrusting once per second and holding back until that precise number of thrusts had been achieved, any orgasm he pushed himself to reach would only result in exactly what he was feeling now. More desperation. More anguished need. More pent up, frantic fullness within his balls. And more rage, more hate, more fury levelled at Anubis and his followers not because he hated what he was feeling or what was happening to him... but because deep down, like some submissive little slut rather than a great and powerful God... Wepwawet found himself so very turned on by everything that was happening to him.

"Hey, Wep?"

The snarling white wolf glared back towards the source of the noise, and shuddered in fury and desire as he regarded Xander. The kangaroo was looking right at him, while at the same time casually reaching one foot out beneath the small table upon which he and Shakal were playing chess. He grinned as Wepwawet watched him rubbing at the black panther's own swollen cock with his toes, and Shakal gave a deep rumbling purr of pleasure as he too smiled warmly, knowingly at the fallen God.

"What?"

Wep barked in shamed frustration back at the 'roo, shuddering as he watched Xander bring his other foot to bear upon the dark furred feline and proceed to begin the most deliciously tender footjob for Shakal's benefit. The kangaroo just continued to smile pleasantly, reaching down with one hand and gently grasping at his own hard cock, starting to stroke himself as he jerked his head at the electronic board above, then back past Wepwawet to the still waiting, lubricant drooling fleshlight mounted nearby.

"You can take a break, or start again any time you want. No pressure at all. Just... y'know... remember that until you succeed, or until Anubis decides he's gotten something even more fun to have you do... this is the only way you're gonna cum. So, if you really do want your release? If you really do want that day of freedom? The sooner you try again, the sooner the week will be over."

Trembling, snarling in frustration and desperation, Wepwawet's fingers clenched into tight fists by his sides. Then he turned on the spot once again. He stomped back over to the masturbator positioned perfectly for his cock to slip inside, slipped his glistening, pre-cum dripping erection back into it, and with another deep growl of rage lifted his hands up behind his head once more, and started to thrust.

Xander and Shakal looked up, and both grinned as the electronic scoreboard began to count upward once more.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five...

***********

Day 12. Attempt 6.

Four days.

It had been four days since the last time the klaxon had sounded, and now Wepwawet was more than half way to his goal.

The white wolf's whole body shook as he thrust his hips in that endless rhythm of one hump a second, his eyes bulging, his muzzle hanging wide open with strings of drool dribbling near constantly out of both sides as before him Xander knelt, mouth wide open with the male's cock rubbing back and forth against his tongue. The kangaroo had been there all day, slipping the fleshlight out of the way early that morning and kneeling down in its place. His hot breath had bathed and teased Wepwawet close to madness, and though it felt incredible to have his cock sliding back and forth within a hot, living maw that seemed hungry for every drop of his pre, Wepwawet was unable to hide the obvious fact that he craved more. He wanted to cum so, so badly, and both Xander and Shakal knew all too well from the past five attempts that it wasn't actually all that hard to make the wolf lose control.

Thus, a frantic cry of pleading desperation rang out from Wepwawet's lips as he felt a body push up against his from behind, and a huge cock rubbing up against the cheeks of his ass.

"Tell him you want more..."

Growing in one ear, Shakal's voice whispered tenderly, almost affectionately to the wolf. Moments later two strong, dark hands were caressing Wepwawet's chest, while to the lupine deity's horror Shakal began to thrust and grind against his backside just out of sync with his own thrusts, as though subtly seeking to disrupt his rhythm and reset everything back to zero yet again. Wep shook his head with a pleading groan, and squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

"I... I just want to wait. I just want t-to... to keep on..."

His eyes sprang open again.

Oh god.

Oh god, no.

He'd stopped counting. In order to answer Shakal's comment, he'd stopped his internal count in his head. Had he thrust twenty one times since then, or twenty two?

If he was one off, even one thrust off, he could go the whole seven days and receive nothing in return. If he didn't cum precisely on the six hundred and four thousand, eight hundredth thrust, the timer would simply reset and he would have to begin all over again. He had to know. He had to be sure. But... he knew from experience that if he turned and looked back at the counter, that would cause an immediate forfeit.

The worst thing was, he might have been right. He might have still had the right number in his head, but he couldn't be sure. And, if he couldn't be sure... did he risk continuing for another three days that might well be wasted, or cast the prior four aside and start all over, never knowing if he might have cost himself four extra days that wouldn't have been necessary had he just had faith?

Wepwawet groaned in sorrow, and shook his head as he stared down at Xander.

"F-fuck it. Do it. Suck me off. M-make me... make me reset. I... a-aahh... ohhhgod... I'm gonna cum, I... ah! D-dammit. Dammit!"

He released his hands from the back of his head and wrapped them around Xander's skull, picking up the speed of his thrusts as with perfect obedience the kangaroo closed his muzzle and began to suckle hard upon the wolf's urgently throbbing erection. He heard the klaxon sound, and howled as he heard Shakal chuckling over it, feeling the panther pulling back just enough to guide his cock into place, and press it to the pucker of Wepwawet's tight but ever-ready ass.

Wep howled as he was suckled and fucked, assailed with intense pleasure from both sides, and hurriedly driven to the climax he craved. He tried not to want it, knowing full well what was about to happen, but it did no good. His body still reacted like he really was going to cum, with the elation, the rush of hormonally charged bliss that came from the rush of endorphins which immediately preceded climax. And then, as his balls let loose their flood only to recall it a moment later, as his body erupted and froze, drawing back and stealing away all the promised pleasure it was forbidden to give away, he still howled in furious desire and betrayal, as angry at himself for letting his body down as he was at Shakal and Xander for their continual interruptions to his desperate work.

"Don't worry, Wep..."

Shakal grunted from behind the wolf as he fucked him hard and deep, huffing and snarling in pleasure of his own that had no limitations, no restrictions on how it could be expressed or indulged.

"...g-give us a good time right now, take a little time off to let us fuck around with you for a bit like a good little slut, and... ah... n-next try, we might promise to leave you alone and just let you get on with it. For a day or two, at least."

***********

Day 27. Attempt 58.

There had been some truly disastrous days for Wepwawet's continued attempts over the past week alone. Over the weekend, in the space of forty eight hours he had racked up more than thirty failed attempts, many of them in a single session as furious at his latest failure the lupine deity had tried to brute force his way to victory. To try and make himself cum so hard and so often that even the divine magic that Anubis had used to inflict the rules of this contest upon him would not be able to hold back the sheer savage force of his pure, unstoppable need.

Of course, he had failed completely in that goal, and now as a result his task was harder than ever. His balls were swollen and ached with every thrust, and it was so very much harder for the wolf to keep himself focused, to keep track of the number of thrusts he'd made now that the number of orgasms boiling, unspent and desperately waiting to be unleashed within him was so much higher.

"Oh god no... p-please, no..."

He gurgled in mournful ecstasy as he watched Shakal approaching him and the masturbation sleeve he was still fucking, a dull buzzing emanating from the wolf as the vibrating plug now buried in his ass continually added stimulation directly to his achingly tender prostate. Clutched within the grinning feline's hands was a thin metal rod, dripping with lubricant. Wepwawet recognised it all too well, and he knew exactly what it meant for him. A sounding rod.

"Please, I... I can't take it. It already f-feels so fucking good. I'll cum. I... o-ohhh god, I'll cum!"

Shakal chuckled as he arrived in front of the wolf, glancing down at where the other male's cock was popping in and out of view as it thrust deep into one end of the masturbation sleeve and emerged from the other. He nodded, and shrugged.

"Maybe. That's kinda up to you."

A moment later, with such perfect accuracy that it could only have been god-given, Shakal slid the sounding rod down into position at the very tip of the masturbation sleeve. He grinned, and he watched the wolf's eyes bulge wide open as with the very next thrust, that rod slid half a centimetre or so directly into the drooling tip of Wep's cock. The next thrust a second later, it slid a little deeper. Then deeper, and deeper, and deeper and deeper until even when Wep's hips pulled his cock back in preparation for the next thrust, he felt the very tip of that smooth, cool metal rod still teasing and stimulating the innermost workings of his pulsing erection.

"O-ohh god..."

Wepwawet gurgled, not even able to be angry this time around, not yet at least as he felt his body surge and heard the klaxon sound as his body tried its very hardest to truly and finally cum.

"Don't stop..."

He whimpered as he stared through glazed, fluttering eyes at Shakal, the panther's hand now beginning to turn and twist the rod ever so gently and add yet more volatile stimulation to the satisfaction-free but still intensely pleasure-ridden wlf.

"I know it's too much. I... I know I can't take it l-like this for seven days, but... please, just for a little while, Shakal. Don't stop."

***********

Day 63. Attempt 78.

Wepwawet's hips thrust back and forth with unceasing, perfectly honed precision. He panted not in desperation now, but in a desire to keep his very breathing in tune with the rest of his body's motion, to ensure he didn't lose the rhythm or the count.

Behind him, on the ground between his slightly parted legs, a vast equine shaped dildo lay on the floor in a puddle of the cum-lube that had been pumped through it. His ass was still loose, still somewhat stretched out from the day long fucking that toy had given him, but Wepwawet had not been defeated by it. Nor had he been defeated by Xander returning with his favourite sounding rod attached to a power drill, twisting and spinning it with merciless intensity within Wepwawet's throbbing member. The kangaroo's own muzzle hadn't defeated him, nor had Shakal's ass presented to him for several hours of fun on the third day of this current session. Neither of their cocks in his ass had been able to drive him to ruin, and now... now he was approaching victory.

He was certain that he'd kept good time, that his count was accurate and he knew exactly upon which thrust he would need to start cumming in order to secure his victory. He had gone over six days and twenty three hours already without needing a reset, and over fourteen hours ago had passed by his previous milestone, a session that had cruelly been ended when Xander's hand upon his balls had begun to explore further upward, and had started squeezing the wolf's desperately sensitive knot without any warning.

Now, both Xander and Shakal were present and watching him. Staring wide eyed, glancing between his thrusting hips and the electronic scoreboard directly behind the lupine deity. Earlier in the day they had been taking part more actively, Xander lying down upon a padded bench at the perfect height to let Wepwawet muzzle-fuck him for a few hours and Shakal having another turn inside Wep's rump before introducing him to the stallion dildo, but now neither one of them dared to interrupt. Now it was just Wep and the masturbation sleeve with which he had become so intimately acquainted over the past two months. A sleeve which was dripping with his pre-cum and its own lubricant, and which as of around the mid-point of this challenge had acquired an upgrade which allowed its own synthetic embrace to squeeze, massage and milk Wepwawet while the wolf fucked it.

It felt incredible, and it would have been so easy to give in and let the pleasure overwhelm him. But, Wepwawet knew how to hold back. He had learned patience, he had learned restraint and the need to remain calm under the most desperate provocation over the last sixty three days. And if he could only retain those lessons for a little longer, it would all be worth it. It would all be so wonderfully, impossibly worth it.

"Hey, Wep? Remember when you were fucking me, and your knot slipped in? Remember how good it felt...?"

A pang of anguished desire raced through the wolf as he heard Shakal call out across the room, glaring up for a moment in time to see Xander elbow the panther playfully in the gut.

"C'mon, we should go easy on him so close to the end..."

Xander murmured, chiding the panther before a helpless smirk spread across his face.

"We absolutely shouldn't make Wep think about how much harder it would be if the two of us went over and started double-teaming him right now. Doing everything in our power to distract him just long enough for one single thrust to be mis-timed or lost in the count. That would be... gosh, absolutely and fundamentally evil."

Grinning back at the kangaroo, Shakal nodded sagely.

"You're right. So, I absolutely shouldn't confuse him or make him second guess himself by telling him that he has exactly one hundred thrusts to go right... let's see, when would be the perfect moment to say it? Maybe, right now."

Wepwawet's eyes bulged, and he gave a howl of frustration towards Shakal. Of all the things they could have said or done to tease him, to tempt him, that was the most cruel of all. For sure enough, intentionally or otherwise, Shakal had said now just as Wep began to count down past one hundred. So, either Shakal was being exceptionally benevolent by giving him essentially a free pass to count down, or he was purposefully throwing Wepwawet off by one or two in one direction or another. And given all that the pair before him now had done to taunt, to tease him, and drag this situation out for two long months, it did not seem remotely likely that Shakal would choose now to show mercy to the former deity who had held the panther's patron god prisoner for many millennia of sexual torment every bit as exquisitely agonising as this.

Eighty five...

Eighty four...

Eighty three...

How could he be sure?! How could he figure out whether Shakal was being honest or not, without essentially a fifty percent chance of throwing this whole week away. Sincerely, Wepwawet didn't know what he would do if he missed out by a single thrust. If he made it all this way, and had to start all over again with no reward and no promise that the exact same thing wouldn't happen again, and again, and again for the rest of eternity. Was this his punishment? Was this hope, this temptation being dangled in front of him the torment which Anubis had devised to most thoroughly and deviously punish him for his past wrongdoings? If so, Anubis was a far darker, crueller God than Wepwawet had ever been to those under his command.

Forty nine...

Forty eight...

Forty seven...

"Please!"

He roared, begging Shakal with a strangled sob.

"Please, t-tell me you were right. Swear it! S-swear it on your loyalty to Anubis!"

Thirty one...

Thirty...

Twenty nine...

His hips kept thrusting. Once per second, no more, no less. He waited for an answer, but none came. Shakal and Xander just sat and glanced back and forth at one another, then up over Anubis' head at the electronic scoreboard which the wolf knew held the answer. God, he wanted to look. To peer over his shoulder and know for certain. But he couldn't, if he did, all of this would be over.

Twelve...

Eleven...

Ten...

Nine...

He had kept such a good count this whole time. He had to trust himself. If Shakal was lying, the wolf would seek his revenge harder and more brutally than ever before. But, if he was simply being honest, whether to psych the wolf out or to simply give him a sincere chance at bringing this long torment to a close... Wepwawet would never be able to forgive himself if he second-guessed his way into an unnecessary failure.

Four...

Three...

He had to be ready.

To be ready to cum.

Two...

Oh god.

Oh god, he was actually going to do it. To try and cum. To try and make it happen, at last.

One...

Zero.

Wepwawet grunted as he delivered that final thrust, and let down all the walls, all the barriers, all the mental defences he had put up to keep himself from cumming days and days ago under the constant thrall of such intense stimulation.

He shook. He gasped. He waited for an instant that dragged out for an eternity as he felt the pressure within his balls release, and a flood of sensation surge over him in a manner that he had felt dozens of times over the last two months, only to have it snatched away again before it could fully manifest.

But this time... this time, there was no klaxon.

No punishment.

No denial of what he had rightfully and successfully earned.

Anubis wanted Wepwawet to be punished for his prior arrogance, yes. But, the jackal god also wanted Wepwawet to learn to be better than he had been. To learn that if he was willing to live by Anubis' rules, to live within this world without delusions of controlling it for his own ends, his life did not now or ever need to be one of torment or frustration.

And thus, today, beginning in that moment and for every last second of the twenty four hours that followed, Wep was free.

Free to do as he wished with all the toys, all the gadgets, and indeed the people within the grounds of Ramforth manner.

And free to indulge in that experience in the most satisfying manner possible.

Through orgasm. As many of them as he could grant himself, as often, and as hard as he liked.

" Yes!"

Wepwawet howled, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks as he humped at the masturbation sleeve wrapped around his cock and poured thick ribbons of long pent up cum through and beyond it, lashing the marble floor below with hot streaks of his seed while wave after wave of pure, satisfying ecstasy crashed through every cell of his trembling body.

"I'm cumming! Ahh fuck! Ahhhhfuckyesssssss, I... I'm... aaahhhhhhh! Don't stop! D-don't let it stop!"

He roared as he dragged his cock free from the toy, but kept on pleasuring himself with his own paws, wrapping one around his still throbbing, spurting shaft and the other around the pulsing base of his knot. He staggered, stumbled towards where Shakal and Xander were both still sitting and watching in awed excitement, both grinning uncontrollably as they watched the pure joy upon Wep's normally scowl-crossed features. They didn't remain seated for long though, not once Wep fell to his knees before them, still panting, grinning and gurgling as he milked his ceaselessly cumming cock with hands that were a blur of frenzied, joyous motion.

"X-Xander... sweet, sweet Xander. Get around behind me. Take that cock of yours a-and... oh god, fuck me. Fuck me hard, I... I want to feel every stroke against my prostate. And, Shakal... y-you... oh god... I want you to lie down with me, r-right here... and let me fuck you. Let me cum in you, and hump you until I think of something even hotter to do to you."

To Wepwawet's disbelief and wonder, the two mortal men didn't tease him. They didn't joke or mock or belittle the fallen god for making demands he had no right, no power to be making. Instead, they moaned. They grinned at one another, and at him, and they nodded as they did precisely as he asked.

Within moments, Wep was feeling Shakal sliding beneath him, the panther's legs wrapping around his waist even as Wepwawet felt Xander scooting into place behind him. He felt the warmth of Shakal's hot pucker against the twitching tip of his still cumming cock, and he felt the rigid length of the kangaroo's own erection probing against his backside in the same sweet instant.

"Keep me cumming. Please... o-ohh god, please... whatever it takes, whatever you have to do... don't let me stop cumming..."

Wepwawet begged shamelessly, utterly without pride or arrogance as he pressed his shaft deep into the panther, and felt Xander sliding into him with the same passionate urgency. He stared down, deep into Shakal's eyes as he throbbed and spurted within the male's tight ass. Eyes that were so deep, so beautiful, and within which he swore he could see the reflection of a grinning jackal staring out at him.

"Oh god. Thank you..."

Groaning joyously as he began to hump and be humped, cumming, spasming, trembling in pure ecstasy all the while, Wepwawet leaned down and pressed his lips mindlessly to Shakal's own in a surprisingly tender, blissed-out kiss. A kiss which while brief was repeated over and over again, interspersed with the same words spoken to Xander, to Shakal, and of course to Anubis himself as their fucking continued, and as Wep felt himself cum again, and again, and again, within the first minutes of the first hour of an entire day of pure, unhindered rapture that he had won, that he had earned for himself, fair and square.

"Thank you. T-thank you. Oh god... ohh god, y-yes... thank you!"

By Jeeves

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