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This story was written for Shakal as Day #20 of Kinktober 2020! Today's kink was "Edging" and the story contains M/Solo masturbation and M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

To the Brink

Shakal growled as he pumped his cock with one hand, the other reaching below to gently squeeze and roll his balls. The panther was panting slightly as he masturbated, and a few droplets of saliva glistened upon the corners of his muzzle in the light of the large TV mounted on the wall across from his bed. He knew that he could have gone out and found someone to fuck in a matter of minutes, such was the wonder of this world he'd come to call home, but honestly as much as Shakal loved being an ever sought after stud with the favour of this world's God behind him, there were still some nights where a big screen, a vast array of hardcore amateur pornography and his own well lubed cock were all the dark furred feline required to be perfectly content.

With a lustful snarl as his cock began to twitch and strain within his grasp, Shakal let go of his cock just as the two figures on screen howled, the burly wolf knotting the lithe fox while the fox's own knot locked itself inside the fleshlight he'd been using to pleasure himself throughout their rough fuck. Shakal groaned in desire, but far more so in toe-curling bliss as pre-cum oozed from his cock, relishing the near-orgasmic rapture that surged through him as he edged himself to the brink but not beyond it for the fifth time that night. Slowly he came down and felt his body drift away from the imminent release it had threatened, but he waited a good two minutes as that previous video ended and another began to play in its wake, only grasping his cock again when the trio of slender otters began to masturbate as they collectively worshipped the cock of the hulking zebra lying between them.

Once more Shakal worked himself up to greater and greater heights of stimulation, huffing and growling as the otters lavished that giant cock between them with their praise, moaning as they nuzzled and kissed it, often ending up kissing one another and licking the abundant pre-cum the zebra was producing off one another's faces. He shuddered when the first of the otters squeaked and began to cum well before the zebra between them, and pulled his hands away from his crotch yet again, eyes bulging as for a moment he thought he'd gone too far, the sounds of the second otter losing control and surrendering to his own climax very nearly tipping the panther over the brink. As much as his cock twitched and as abundantly as pre-cum oozed from his tip though, Shakal just managed to cling to his sanity, a fact that made that particular bout of edging even more successful in retrospect. As the panther watched the third of the otters claim his prize though, pushing his fatigued companions aside as he crawled up and over the zebra's belly to welcome the stallion's cock into his tight ass, Shakal soon grasped his cock once again. He'd watched this video before, and he knew how hot the ending was. In fact, he could think of no better way to finally grant himself release than by timing it to the explosive release of the zebra inside the otter's ass, and watching the otter streak the zebra's face hands free with his own orgasm as he bounced and squealed upon the far larger man's cock.

Stroking himself slowly at first, knowing there were still a couple of minutes of fucking to go before the otter and zebra reached their respective orgasms, Shakal let his pleasure build once again, revelling in every moment and savouring the steady rise though he knew that this time there was to be no denial, no delaying his orgasm any further. He growled louder, as though competing with the moans and squeaks and snorts of ecstasy from the pair on screen. He moaned as one of the other otters grabbed the camera and moved it closer, capturing the perfect side-on view of the zebra and otter which Shakal knew would perfectly capture the otter's release spraying his far larger lover when the time came. It was going to happen any time now. They were going to cum, and so was Shakal. They were so close. He was so close.

The stallion bellowed. The otter squealed, eyes bulging and belly swelling ever so slightly as obscene volumes of cum began to pump deep into him. The zebra grabbed the smaller male's hips and instinctively dragged him down, hilting the otter on all eighteen inches of zebra cock. The otter wailed, spasmed, arched his back, and as his cock twitched sharply and sent several rapid-fire jets of cum lashing across the zebra's torso, Shakal roared in ecstasy as he pumped his cock urgently and...

...and he kept on pumping it, hovering on the brink, so close. So fucking close he knew it would only take a moment or two more.

"C'mon..."

He gasped as he fought to push himself over the edge, his head spinning, his body overwhelmed, a part of him almost wanting to back off and relish this perfect edged state, far closer to the peak than any of his past attempts but not yet having tipped over despite his best efforts.

"Ohhgodfuck, come on!!"

He snarled as five, ten, fifteen seconds later he still hadn't cum. He was so close. Less than a single stroke away at any given moment, and yet somehow not yet there, not after just one stroke, or a dozen more after that. The video ended, and a new one began, but Shakal didn't notice. He was staring down at his own cock, watching as pre-cum drooled in ever increasing quantities from his tip, feeling himself twitch and throb, grunting and whimpering as he tried to cum, as his body told him over and over again that it was absolutely primed and ready to cum.

Five minutes later, he still hadn't cum.

Ten minutes passed, by which time Shakal had staggered over to the far side of the bedroom to grab some toys from his chest; a powerful vibrator hammering his prostate as he used a fleshlight to ease some of the strain on his increasingly aching wrists. Pre-cum poured out of the fleshlight. He howled as his prostate was tenderised and pummelled by the vibrations of the toy.

Half an hour later, with a roar of anguish, Shakal finally gave up. He stopped touching himself, and surrendered to the idea that for whatever reason he just couldn't get over the brink today.

Only then, his mind as strained by pleasure and the lack of successful release as it had been, did it occur to him that something unnatural might be responsible. Only then, as he let go of his cock, but the pleasure persisted, did Shakal consider the fact that he was one of Anubis' closest companions and thus one of the first people Anubis would choose to pick on when he was feeling playful. The panther groaned as he stared down at his cock, watching it twitch and throb without the slightest external stimulation, feeling it hovering on the very brink, taunting him, teasing him in a way that was somehow more intense and overwhelming than a full on, constant state of orgasm in the lack of satisfaction it offered. The more he thought about it, the more it sounded exactly like the kind of thing that Anubis would do. And the more he thought about that, the hotter it sounded, and the more helplessly, unstoppably desperate to overcome the situation and cum anyway Shakal became.

He pulled himself off the bed, and stumbled, cock straining and dribbling a veritable stream of pre-cum in front of him all the while, towards the closet.

If he tried, he could still make a success of tonight.

Forget staying in. He could visit a club. A house party. Hell, all he needed was to find one suitably hot guy on the street, and Shakal was willing to bet he could fuck the cum out of himself no matter Anubis' magic. And hell, even if he failed... he'd have the time of his life trying.

*******

Anubis lay back on Shakal's bed as the front door of the panther's home slammed shut, and with a snap of his fingers the TV flashed on again. The God had been watching, formless, invisible, as Shakal pleasured himself, frankly a little confused as to the panther's motivation for teasing and edging himself when he could so easily have just called out and asked his friendly neighbourhood sex god to let him cum repeatedly and tirelessly all night long. Now the jackal lay back on one of his two favourite mortals' bed and idly began to stimulate his own thick, knotted canid cock as he watched a high definition feed of reality following the panther as he staggered down the road, panting, growling, his tight black trousers not only tented but rapidly beginning to glisten around the crotch area as pre-cum soaked through the fabric with ease.

Extending a finger and swirling it through the air clockwise, the God advanced time slightly around himself, and grinned as within seconds Shakal was no longer stumbling alone down the street, but instead pulling a rather red faced looking mouse into some trees within the public park near his home. The sandy furred, pink eared twink looked like he couldn't believe his luck, being picked up by such a studly and clearly horny guy. He squealed happily as Shakal grabbed his ears and began to fuck his face urgently, but after almost ten minutes of pounding the back of the mouse's throat and flooding his belly with pre-cum, Shakal was still as desperate as ever. He trembled in helpless near-ecstasy as the mouse pulled his pants and underwear down round his ankles and leaned up against a tree, and a matter of moments later the whole park was ringing with the mouse's shrill screams as he received the fucking of a lifetime.

Of course, the downside of Shakal being so violently pent up was that he couldn't hold himself back, and thus his lover couldn't either. It took barely two minutes for the mouse to cum the first time without a single touch to his own cock, and five minutes after that the mouse was screaming at the top of his lungs and drumming with trembling fists at the tree's trunk as he came for a second time before shakily pulling away from the still desperate feline, unable to take any more from this seemingly insatiable panther.

As the night wore on, Anubis growled in pleasure and laughed in satisfaction as Shakal went to greater and greater lengths to try and get off. He sought out other studs to fool around with. He hit on a Clydesdale stallion and got the fucking of a lifetime in a nightclub bathroom with over three feet of vast, throbbing horse cock. His body pushed itself to greater and greater extremes of pleasure, but to his horror that was precisely where he remained, caught at that higher pinnacle but still unable to pass over the peak and to tumble head over heels into orgasm on the other side.

Finally, Shakal ended up in a college dorm. In a common room surrounded not by hulking studs and stallions, but by more than a dozen, mostly virginal twinks. He shamelessly stripped in front of them, knelt before them and begged for their cocks. For their asses. To fuck, suck and be fucked however they wished, so long as they didn't stop until he came.

The jackal growled in ecstasy, and painted his own torso and face with thick spurts of abundant cum for the fifth time that evening as he watched Shakal being mobbed by those cute, horny nerds. They took him from all sides, gasping, giggling, moaning to one another about how no-one would ever believe that this had happened to them, but they'd always know the truth. They took turns with him. Fucking his tight ass with their modest, slender cocks. Suckling upon him greedily and marvelling at his ability to hold back, and before long writhing in ecstasy as he ploughed through them one at a time, the first recovered and ready for more by the time the twelfth received his own toe-curling, prostate pounding orgasm.

It was dawn by the time Shakal made it back home, and as he staggered bow legged and rock hard upstairs, shuddering and groaning in desperation with every step, Anubis shut off the TV and calmly waited for his friend's arrival.

Shakal stumbled through the bedroom door, and fell to his knees as he saw the jackal casually sprawled out on his bed, the sheets, the jackal's body and indeed even the wall behind the bed painted with thick, dried on streaks of the God's myriad abundant orgasms.

"Please..."

Shakal gurgled. Anubis smirked, and tilted his head to one side.

"Hello to you too, Shakal. Anything I can help you with today?"

The panther trembled, mewled a helpless, pathetic mewl as his pre-cum dribbled ever more copiously over his shaft, balls, and dripped to the ground below.

"Please, I... I want to cum..."

Anubis raised an eyebrow.

"Oh."

He shrugged, and raised a hand casually into the air.

"I mean. Sure."

Shakal blinked. It couldn't be that easy. It couldn't possibly have been that easy. Anubis grinned playfully, gleefully at the feline male's playful despair. He spoke once again, and snapped his fingers.

"All you had to do was ask."

An instant later, Shakal was cumming. Not just cumming, but experiencing every orgasm he should have had that night, all at once. His cum sprayed the ceiling with fire-hose force before he could even lower a hand to grasp his throbbing erection. He collapsed into a writhing, twitching, mindlessly cumming heap on the floor as his mind was blanked out by the intensity of all those orgasms overlapping one another, and as he did so Anubis grinned, and began to stroke his own cock once again.

He'd never really understood the appeal of edging before, not in contrast to either outright orgasm denial, or the far more glorious and magically aided act of rampant orgasmic excess. But, looking at Shakal now, seeing the panther roar and spasm and splatter the walls and ceilings of his home with fountaining waves of cum, the jackal god finally admitted to himself that perhaps there was something to Shakal's choice of how to spend his evening.

Maybe, with just a hint of divine intervention, edging could be pretty fun after all.

By Jeeves

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