Absol's Abstinence
A modern day Absol wrestles with the impossible weight of withholding his seed for an entire week in the hopes that he will be selected for a breeding program. Can he do it? Read to find out...
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Description: A modern day Absol wrestles with the impossible weight of withholding his seed for an entire week in the hopes that he will be selected for a breeding program. Can he do it? Read to find out...
Story written by me , Siranor
***Absol's Abstinence***
I thought I could do it. I thought... seven days of keeping my seed safely stored within my proud, furred balls would be a piece of cake. Oh, how I regret the nefarious choice that led me down this most heinously sexually deprived phase of my life.
First, let me tell you a few things about myself. I'm Koren Ashmark, researcher, analyst, and prestigious employee at the institute of quadrupedal intelligence. Yes, it sounds dumb, but don't judge a dog by his coat, right? We live in a society where four paws are not necessarily better than two.
Anyway, as I was saying, my humongously appreciated insights have earned me a modern apartment even two-legs would be proud of, and on top of that I am fortunate to live together with the very best of them. My mate, Alyeena: my lover, my inspiration...
And the driving force behind the brilliant idea to get myself registered in the genetically gifted quadrupeds breeding program.
That is how I find myself here, today, in front of a holo projector, deprived of both sleep and sex, recording my victories and pitfalls alike. Let us begin, shall we?
Day one of the program. Barely any issues as far as I can remember. While my containment in my luxurious, A.I ran apartment prevented me from engaging in my usual interactions with Alyeena, things never got that boring. At least not to the point where one lone male with a huge appetite for sex might feel like licking himself down there to pass the time. I kept myself entertained to the best of my ability, thoughts and lusts alike swallowed in VR. I loved playing the newest action games with my online buddies, but sometimes, during a break, my horny thoughts flew back to that day one check-up, when I had a pair of hands or a finger sneaking in all the right places. An attractive ninetales lady measured my hefty pair of balls -which I'm very proud of- by touch, through a very rigorous massage session, while her partner, a grumpy, all-business-like arcanine tested the self lubricating capabilities of my sheath with some sort of vibrator. The two were so thorough with their hands-on approach, they almost got me peeking out!
Days two to four...pretty easy. Just normal routine. Wake up, clean up, eat, exercise, rinse and repeat. I minimized my outdoors time to avoid temptation, but after a certain point, I started to feel more cooped up than pent-up. Staring at the same sights, doing the same things, it all started to feel rather repetitive.
It was the fifth day when things started to take a turn for the worse. The yearning to spill my increasingly larger load showed in the throbbing protrusion that graced me so kindly that morning, laden with sticky dew that beckoned me to taste it. I tried my best to go about my day's tasks, yet my member vehemently refuseed to return inside its home. It leaked, and reeked, and it wouldn't be nearly half bad if my fantasies would not involve cocks as well as pussies. I'm wetter than I've ever been, and I try...oh, I try HARD to block out the heady scents that rush into my nostrils with every breath I take... even as I focus on devouring my tasty breakfast. My scents...they smell better than the food. The perfume of a soon-to-be stud certified to breed with the loveliest ladies of my species arouses me far more than I realized.
I needed to get some air.
During a simple stroll through the park, I ran across, or rather, fell prey to a drooling non sapient dog that immediately took an interest in my generously lubricated privates. He ate me out as if I were a female in heat, then even tried to mount me!! I did the right thing and fled back to my luxurious cage before the mutt's owner had a chance to take a peek at how angry and horny I was, but...even now...I can't take that stupid mutt out of my head. I shudder at the memories of his eager tongue sinking into the squelching depths of my cock-home, the wet sounds made by his desperate tongue, the way he twisted his head under me to find the best angle of attack on my sheath...or his sleek hungry muzzle disappearing almost halfway inside the wet climate of the cock he sought to feast on...It took immense restraint not to hump that horny bastard into the ground.
Morning of Day Six. I wasn't surprised to wake up once again with a healthy boner that completely refused to relent. I had to do my entire morning routine with my penis out! Damn thing. Always leaking. Always yearning to spill its pent-up frustrations. One more day. Just...one more. But it's hard. So hard... Hard, like my big, juicy, throbbing cock. It takes immense restraint to keep myself from even using my tongue as a towel for my constantly dripping cock because I know how far even a single lick can take me, so all I can do is keep myself distracted. Or...try to.
By the time the sun went down, none of my distraction tactics worked. I'm even afraid to inebriate myself with the city's vibrant lifestyle out of fear that I will jump onto the first attractive thing I see. One more day until the test. One more leaky morning. I. Can. Do it!
Early into the final day of my forced abstinence, I woke up at 3:47 AM from the wettest dream I had in years! While my head was spinning with pleasure, trying to make sense of where I was, or who I was in, the full might of my heady scent hit me like a tsunami of bliss. Dazed, I shook my head hard to make better sense of the situation. I realized within seconds why my scent seemed to permeate my entire bed, and why not a single drop of Alyeena's sweet pussy dew impregnated my silken sheets.
She was not here. I didn't cum days worth of seed inside her wanting pussy, as my nefariously horny mind had managed to convince my rapidly throbbing penis. All I did, all that I achieved...
...Was to cum shamefully over my own bed and fur! How inconvenient. I half pondered on dealing with this annoying mess tomorrow, when my head wasn't throbbing with disappointment in the same manner as my penis, but that damn sweet tint of pent-up prostate release kept pushing my nose closer towards the glistening tip of my incredibly arousing penis. Amazing, how I remained halfway tucked into my sheath while in my dreams, Alyeena was squeezing my knot raw with her thirsty, muscular pussy.
"it's alright," I told myself mentally as I shily inched my muzzle closer towards my deliciously moist cock-head. I planned to lick my messy belly clean right after that, my first and foremost focus being to clean my leaky hose.
I licked my lips eagerly before the act. The scents of my coital juices made me increasingly eager to see how almost a week's worth of abstinence tasted like, even if what I released was not exactly semen. Just a few healthy gushes of prostate fluid milked out by my body's natural instinct to flush out the excess whenever I got too full to store more puppy-batter. "Just a few licks to clean myself, then I'll go back to sleep like this incident never happened."
Yeah, RIGHT! As I drew closer and closer to my penis, a few stray doubts began to resurface from the recesses of my still logical mind. What if I lost myself to the heat of my tongue? The shuddering in my breath betrayed a hidden excitement that burned with an intention beyond a mere cleansing operation of my genitals, yet, I was no mere beast, to surrender myself to the urge of my instincts. Was I?
...was I? What would she think of me now, inches away from my own cock, pondering upon my actions like a scared beta male? She'd scorn at such indecision. My dear Alyeena, disapproving my actions with a veiled chuckle at how I, an alpha male, failed this very simple task of keeping my cum in my balls for a short, simple week. Why, if she felt truly moved to have me taste exactly what I did wrong, she might even give me a scolding!
I hated those. They happened so rarely, yet I still disliked them a lot, for I was usually the one on top.
Slowly, I pulled my head back, a haunch falling over my leaking penis to shadow it from my needy gaze. I had to be better. Smarter. Wiser. The weight bubbling within my overly full balls left no room for interpretation. It would take so little to set me off. One lone lick, to ruin almost a week of progress.
I almost let my head fall back on the cushy pillows I surrounded myself with...then Alyeena came to me inside my horny, overactive imagination once more. She approached with a more confident gait than she usually did, bearing that naughty lust in her eyes that preceded our mating sessions. Only when she stopped next to me, I realized what got her so excited.
She was not wearing any underwear, whereas my proud, wet cock was putting on a most juicy display.
"If you're such an eager stud..." She squatted, her cunt lips parting with the movements of her haunches to reveal a most delicious display, "Why save yourself for an inanimate, uninteresting breeding mount, hmm?"
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! I slapped my head again and again, thinking of my job, my past, the mutt that dined on my sheath the day before, and...her.
"Why keep your cum inside, when you can spill all of it...inside me?"
I was about to get up and find something to distract myself, but my sex-depraved mind once again made its needs known with the hottest thing I fantasized of in recent memory. Alyeena, usually submissive and shy, pushed her wet pussy straight into my face, muffling my every word and thought with the soaked flesh of her cunt, trembling eagerly for the taste of my tongue. I lapped the air, imagining I was eating her, then rolled on my fours and began to hump the air hard, imagining her meaty pussy fitting itself tight around my knot.
"rrrrhhhh..." I thrust hard, my arching back sending a soaring spurt of pre-seed straight between my beady eyes.
"Aaaarrhhhh...mrrfffff..." I growled and moaned, lapping at two more deliciously hot spurts of my pent-up fluids. Though short lived, the sudden release really took the edge off my immediate lusts. I allowed myself to relax on my side, head clear of Alyeena, breeding, and everything else that could provoke another unwanted emission of fluids.
Yes...perhaps it was indeed time to go to bed. But not before cleaning myself a little bit.
"I'll show you. Alyeena," I confidently told myself as I eagerly began to clean my leaking gun. "I'll show you exactly who I am." Hot splatters of tongue upon cock accompanied my self fulfilling monologue. While it felt amazing to brush my tongue along the tip of my cock, never have I felt like I was losing control. That made me confident. Cockily so!
"When you come home you shall see me in the posture of a victor. Clean. Nice smelling. With only the tip of this delicious cock poking out for your viewing pleasure!"
Slowly, gently, I let my tongue move towards the back of my sheath. A shuddering promise of a dream unfulfilled made my toes spread out instinctively. Pleasant tingles traversed my body when I felt the outline of my half-aroused knot thrum with excitement under my cleansing tongue. A strong urge to apply pressure tempted me to just go wild and let nature follow its course...but still an urge I felt very much in control of.
"I'll let you inspect me. To kiss my cock, sniff my sheath, massage my balls..." my words followed every movement I made with delicious glee, the puffy feeling of my full balls filling me with pride. I nuzzled into them, kissed them, treasured them like the jewels they were...for my mate would be so proud when she'd see them slapping in celebration against her needy cunt right after I got my breeder certification.
"You'll see, my dear Alyeena," I murmured with my balls to bear witness to my vow. "You'll see for yourself that I never relented from the promise I made. To keep it inside. To save it. All of it...for you."
I so foolishly drank in the spoils of victory, basking myself in future celebrations. So taken I was with prideful protrusions of what could be, that I barely focused on where my instincts pulled me right now. Back to my bare, leaking tip. Back into a warm realm ruled only by instincts and heat.
Back to...my hard, aroused cock!
"Urrmmffff..." I squeezed my blissful eyes shut as sweetness filled the insides of my jaws. The tip of my penis rolled gently along with the thrusts I mounted against my blanketing tongue, each pushing me ever closer to break the promise I made to Alyeena. I wanted so much to put an end to this infatuation with my own genitals. To just...spit my cock out and endure the rest of my abstinence vow in peace.
Only problem is...I couldn't. The immense satisfaction I got from kissing the tip of my breeding tool overwhelmed my every rational desire. It felt SO GOOD to suck myself. My penis never felt more at home within the suckling confines of the shelter I built for it than it did now. Neglected for days, thirsty for release, its throbs...the only thing I cared for.
Thrust after thrust, huff after huff, I approached the point where I knew no amount of willpower would save me from the impending trap I throbbed towards... Pull back, you fool. Rip yourself from this addiction!
How could Alyeena be proud of you if she finds you drunk on the very cum you promised to save up?
It would've been just a few more hours. A few more hours of torturous abstinence filled with yearning and NEED. The need to breed. The need to seed. The drive to cum, like any male had the right to.
Jaws clamped tightly around my increasingly bigger tip, I became amazed at how little regard I had for the journey that got me here. Like mist on a hot summer morning, my rapidly shrinking sense of self control began to dim under the blaze of heat that burned within my loins. I merely had to focused on the very throbs of the desperate cock I feasted on, to see my heavy balls swaying with the movements of my hips in order to fall in love hard with the very gonads Alyeena praised me for. Wasn't it a shame for a breeder to let his vintage seed go to waste before having a taste?
Wasn't I entitled to at least a spurt of my own bubbling cum after a whole WEEK of abstinence? This very entitlement to test the results of this long experiment before anyone else had the chance to led me into a frantic drive to loosen myself between my jaws. Harder and shaper I thrust, letting my fully inflated knot slam against my eagerly sucking jaws time and time again until lancing shudders of overwhelming bliss took full control of my muscles. Curled around myself, with my paws desperately pushing against my knot, I awaited the impending result of the blazing heat that wormed its way towards the tip of my cock until I finally tasted cum on the length of my tongue. My cum. The seed of a breeder.
"Mrauurhhhmmm!" Unexpectedly strong and extremely satisfying, the first blast in the depths of my throat shot so hard drew my head back in shock, allowing the next rope to fly all over the bed, me, and everything else it splattered over...before I plugged the leak with my mouth once more. Like a thirsty dog, I suckled hard on the creamy results of my week-long abstinence with nothing but lust and pride for the thicker consistency of the semen marinated in my large, swaying balls. I sucked, sucked, sucked, until I grew drunk on my own tastes. And even after that I I still kept on sucking, refusing to part ways with my beloved breeding rod until my cock started aching from this sudden expenditure of pent-up cum.
"Arrrhhhh!" I allowed myself to relax on my back while my lazy paws milked the last reserves of seed from my satisfied breeding rod.
Perhaps this wasn't the right thing to do, but it sure felt satisfying!
***The End***
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