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This story was written for Day #15 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Masturbation/Toys, and the story was written for Ianaaji. It contains masturbatory acts involving a consenting adult intersex male. <3

Fun on the Cards

Scratching his belly idly as he shut off the bedroom light and flopped down upon his bed, Torel lay above the cool sheets with his eyes wide open. He sighed heavily and closed them with purpose, not immediately slipping under the bedding but at least trying to calm his mind, to get himself into the sort of head-space where sleep would even seem like the most remote of possibilities. The skunk wasn't normally prone to sleeplessness, to insomnia of any sort. But today, even though it was an hour or so past midnight and the time he'd usually hit the hay, he was wide awake. Tired, yeah, but not the slightest bit sleepy in spite of acknowledging and feeling that fatigue. Every moment he should have spent feeling himself drifting off to bed, all the portions of his mind that should have been focused on nothing more than relaxing into slumber, were spent on other matters. Or rather, one preoccupying matter in particular.

With a grunt of frustration, Torel pulled himself upright again. He reached out and clicked on the bedside lamp, wincing as the eyes which had just begun to grow accustomed to the near pitch black gloom of his bedroom were suddenly assaulted by dazzling artificial light. His legs swung out over the edge of the bed, and his lush tail whipped back and forth behind his back in frustration as he glared towards his desk and the open cardboard box resting upon it.

All day he'd been thinking about that gift. Not entirely preoccupied, not prevented from thinking about or doing anything else. But whenever he hadn't found himself with anything else to think about, whenever he'd attempted to relax, to chill out and just enjoy the absence of work or chores or other errands, it was the contents of that box he'd found by his apartment's mail-slot that morning which had immediately moved in to fill those gaps. With his hands resting upon his lap, fingers gently laid out across his thighs, Torel shivered as he felt his digits beginning to move towards the lower edge of the boxer shorts he had worn to bed. Teasing their way under the lip of the fabric where it hung down his leg, still only stroking at the bare fur of the thigh beneath rather than anywhere or anything more intimate, but further adding to the weight of his body and mind piling their desires onto him.

He rose to his feet and stormed over towards the box with a frown, plucking the neatly typed note card out from atop the packing peanuts which filled the unmarked brown package and glancing over what were words he'd already read and replayed in his head countless times that day.

'Thanks for all the pizzas and all the Cards Against Humanity, Tor! Marcus and me will really miss those evenings until we get back next year. Until then, here's something to help you remember our games.

All our best, Mo and Marcus!'

It was a joke gift. Obviously. The punchline was as clear as day, the humour every bit as in your face as the card game itself when they played it on their game nights. Nights which were now postponed while Marcus and Mo were out of town, leaving a much missed gap in Torel's social schedule. But... and there, with that questioning but lay the source of the skunk's sleeplessness, why that specific kind of gag gift? Sure it was a staple of the Cards Against Humanity brand, but there were plenty of other more personal in-jokes that the married pair could have chosen which would have left Torel in stitches. Plenty of other jokes that wouldn't have been nearly so embarrassing to get delivered, or indeed to receive as a gift, however humorously it was intended.

And even then, if they had still gone for this particular joke... why had they done so with such a good version of the gift? It was almost like they didn't want it to just be some throwaway, unusable prop gag. Almost like they wanted it to be definitively more than that for their friend.

Torel frowned as he stuffed his hand into the packing peanuts and rooted around for the object itself, finding it almost immediately thanks to its substantial size. These were the thoughts that had been plaguing him all day, and the temptations, the taunting urges that were keeping him from sleeping now. He pulled the gift free from its box once more, having replaced it there to keep it well out of sight and hopefully out of mind, and growled under his breath as just looking at it sent a tremor of longing down his spine, and an aching twinge of lust through the interior of his boxers.

There it was. The unofficial mascot of the Cards Against Humanity brand, resting in his hand so obscenely by its mere presence.

A big, black rubber dick.

But, again, Torel couldn't get over the fact that it wasn't just some cheap, mass produced dildo that was probably made more for gag-gift purposes than any actual sexual conduct. It wasn't some cheap imitation of a sex toy. Its surface was smooth and well finished. The instruction booklet that had come along with it, tied around the base of the toy by a small length of string, spoke of its high grade materials and lifetime satisfaction guarantee. The rubber, though flexible was not nearly as floppy as Torel had expected from a dildo of this size and girth, and at the base, where smooth, soft rubbery material gave way to harder plastic, the many different settings upon its vibrating base unit continued to set it apart from just a gag-gift.

He couldn't use it.

It was a gift from his best friends. A joke. An over the top, overly expensive prop that he was no doubt meant to hide away and playfully display upon the coffee table when finally they returned to town and the three of them got together for another games night. For that reason alone, he couldn't use it. He couldn't fuck himself with this toy, then show it off to his friends and wave it about like some sort of joke. Because, that was what it was meant for. That was the only reason they'd bought it for him. It had to be.

Even though it was way too expensive a model of dildo to be any use as a gag gift.

Even though it would undeniably be the priciest, most tricked out, not to mention the largest toy Torel would ever have used upon himself.

Even though he'd already made himself cum three times that day, including once in the living room not ten minutes before bed, thinking about how he wanted to use it, but knowing full well that he shouldn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

He twisted the dial at the base of the toy from its standard 'off' position to one marked pulse. The toy hummed into life like a Rolls Royce, rumbling and purring as a wave of vibrations seemed to rise from base to tip of the toy, then to sweep back down before resuming again. Torel's already lush tail fluffed up even more boldly and luxuriously, and beneath his furred features the skunk's face burned crimson. He shut it off again, breathing heavily, audibly so as the room fell silent again.

He shouldn't. He couldn't.

His thighs squeezed together, and in that moment, through the fabric of his boxer shorts Torel could feel dampness against his fur. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself and clear his head, but just ended up letting it loose in a ragged moan mere seconds later as the skunk found one of his hands drifting up and down the length of the toy as though masturbating it.

He shouldn't.

Torel looked down at the dildo. At the fake cock, so smooth, so flawless in its features, so well made and perfectly designed. So well made in fact that there was no way anyone would be able to tell if it had been used just once. No way it could incur enough wear and tear from a single usage to harm its flawless features, so long as it was correctly cleaned and set aside untouched once more afterwards.

A long, ragged groan of desire, of pleading longing to no-one but himself escaped the skunk's lips.

Just once.

Just this once.

*********

"Oh god. O-oh god. Oh god. Oh..."

Torel gasped breathlessly, echoing those same words over and over again, as barely two minutes later he lay back in bed with both hands between his legs, pushing the rubbery, thick length of that ten inch monster of a cock into himself. His boxers lay forgotten on the floor nearby, and with his legs spread out to either edge of the single bed, feet hooked over the edges, the skunk peered down the length of his lean figure with wide eyed and lustful wonder. Inch by inch the toy was vanishing, his body eagerly swallowing it up despite its girth exceeding any accessory which the skunk had previously used to pleasure himself. No lover he'd ever had was even close to this big and broad, and even when three of his fingers found their way into his pussy at once, the skunk's body still had never encountered such girth beyond the depths that his digits alone could reach.

"Ah. Ahhh!"

He stopped, crying out sharply, as he reached a point beyond which the resistance of his body's interior began to grow. Maybe he could have pushed further, deeper, but with what had to be a good seven or eight of its ten rubber inches buried within him, Torel felt like this was more than enough. Thus he held the cock there, not moving it, not attempting to thrust or to rock his hips against its length, just feeling its presence. Experiencing his pussy being spread open, filled to such complete and wonderful excess, stretched slightly and forced to clamp down over and over upon that utterly still, smooth and both malleable yet firm length. His breathing remained ragged, his eyes stayed wide open and his muzzle rested slack, tongue lolling out slightly, panting like a dog. The bushy tip of his large, lushly adorned tail thumped gently against the bed below, quivering alongside the sensitive flesh within each time he felt his inner workings clench and tremble.

It took more than a minute for him to begin moving the toy, for his body and quite honestly his mind to feel like he was ready for that sensation. Uncontrollably he felt his hips rising from the bed as he pulled a few inches of the toy out, every muscle tense as the rubber of the toy dragged itself back over his glistening but still oh so tightly clenched inner walls. A shaky breath escaped alongside each and every inch, only to be replaced by a strained grunting moan as he began to push it back in again. This wasn't like the masturbation he normally knew. It wasn't the frantic motion of fingers or his most frequently used toy, the handle of his tail-brush. It wasn't the intense buzzing of his much smaller vibrator or the rush of warm water from a shower-head spraying against the exposed flesh of his clitoris. It wasn't the unpredictable intensity of another's cock driven by a will, a consciousness outside his own control. Everything about it, much like the cock itself, was big. Bulky. Intense to the point of overwhelming. It was a physical effort to pleasure himself this way, and yet Torel eagerly persisted as that effort was rewarded by pleasure every bit as unique and all consuming as every other portion of this act.

"Aahh... ahhhyes... y-yes..."

There came a point where over his moans and whimpers, over the audible gasps and helpless grunts he found himself letting loose, Torel could hear his pussy as the toy pressed in and out of it with greater speed and a gathering, frantic force. A thick, wet, intoxicatingly lewd and loud slurping of his liquid arousal as the tight seal between the girthy toy and his well stretched, tightly clutching nether regions made itself known. He could feel his body rising in the volumes of pleasure coursing through it, lifting itself towards a truly mind-bending peak, towards an orgasm that he couldn't even conceive of with regard to its intensity. He could feel a heat, and a pleasant but unfamiliar pressure swelling inside himself. He knew he wasn't going to last, that he maybe had a minute or two if he held himself back, less if he didn't. A strangled cry escaped his lips as he tilted the toy slightly and upon its next inward stroke found its outer limits grazing against the throbbing, exposed flesh of his clitoris, delighted by that contact and yet now suddenly aware of that little nub's presence, aching and begging for more.

"Fuck. O-oh... fuck..."

In sheer anticipation of what he was about to feel, Torel felt his fingertips trembling against the dial at the very base of the toy, below its ten rubbery inches of actual shaft. He couldn't see the dial of course, couldn't see what the various other settings upon it were, nor indeed could he remember where that oh so pleasant pulse function had been. That wasn't going to stop him though. Indeed, if anything the absence of knowledge of what he was about to feel urged the skunk on all the more rapidly. He gripped at the dial as the other hand continued to work the toy in and out of himself. He braced himself, closing his eyes, drawing a deep, ragged breath as best he could while the pleasure of being fucked by the dildo continued to try and force every last gasp of air from him in moans, cries and grunts of effort.

Torel twisted the dial on the base of the dildo as far as the motion of his wrist would allow him to turn it, and felt a click during the momentary delay between activation and follow-through as at the end of that twist the toy's dial reached what was apparently its final setting. Then, as that split-second delay passed, his body exploded.

" Aaahhhhhhhyesssssss!"

Far stronger, far louder in its deep, rampant humming than when Torel had tested the pulse function earlier, the toy's motor activated on what could only have been its full power, no holds barred setting. The skunk had imagined this moment, and had pictured himself driving the toy wildly in and out as the vibrations surged through him, driving his writhing body to ever greater heights before the final, cataclysmic release was reached. He had pictured so lustily the sound of the powerfully buzzing toy against his hot, wet inner workings, and for a few brief seconds, albeit without the motion of his hands dragging the toy out and driving it back in, he did indeed hear that intensely loud, intensely wet, intensely erotic sound of the vibrations driving his soaking nether regions wild.

What Torel hadn't counted on however was the girth of the toy, and thus the amount of his tightly clenching, squeezing pussy in direct and constant, unstoppable contact with the toy's outer limits when those violent vibrations began to surge through it. What he hadn't counted on was just how close to orgasm he had already pushed himself with the toy's vibe-less fucking alone, and no matter how good he had imagined it feeling, just how much more fucking incredible it felt when those mind-bending vibrations finally did engulf his entire pussy in their unstoppable, undeniable thrall.

Even as that first cry of ecstasy trailed off, an almost equally loud but breathless, choking gasp of pure pleasure followed. The pressure that Torel had been feeling building inside himself was suddenly and abruptly let loose, and as his eyes bulged the skunk felt a sensation that he had only experienced a handful of times throughout his sexually active life, and never, ever so powerful and potent as this. From directly above the stretched and filled depths of his pussy, Torel wailed as a hot streak of liquid gushed out across the remaining few inches of the toy and the hands clasping at them. His back arched, his mouth hanging open and continuing to silently cry out even as the last of the oxygen was forced from his lungs. The jet of liquid abated as the muscles of Torel's pussy and all the surrounding areas clamped down so hard that nothing more could escape, but as soon as the spasms and convulsions of the orgasm proper began to tear through the skunk's form, the squirting resumed in ever greater volume and intensity.

After two or three clutching, squeezing waves of feeling his orgasmically enraptured pussy clamping down around the still violently buzzing dildo, the vibration, the mere presence of the toy within his overwhelmed and bliss-ridden body grew too much for Torel to bear. Finding volume from somewhere despite being as breathless and helpless to draw new oxygen into his lungs as ever, he howled anew as he dragged the buzzing, sopping wet dildo free from himself. His toes curled as it popped free with a deliciously erotic slurp and splash, and Torel's cry reached an ear-splitting crescendo as the intensity of his ejaculating orgasmic rapture reached its own peak, one final, lengthy and abundant surge of hot juices spraying out under high pressure and arcing over the end of the bed, raining down to the floor beyond before soaking the bedding in a long, visibly darkened streak as it finally began to abate.

Even when he had stopped squirting of course, Torel wasn't yet done cumming entirely. For almost another ten seconds his body trembled upon the bedsheets as he fell back, limp and helpless against them. His mind was swamped with waves of ecstasy, and his eyes fell heavy lidded. A goofy, dumbfounded expression of pure elation crossed his features as while one hand held onto the still shaking, buzzing dildo the other found itself cupping the skunk's pussy. Not fondling, not exploring or stimulating, just pressing itself gently against its dripping, twitching outermost reaches and revelling in the final few moments of orgasmic ecstasy as they carried Torel to satisfaction at long last.

Torel drew a breath, lungs burnings with the need to do so, and immediately let it out in a long, high pitched, desperately satisfied whimper.

He tried to lift his head to look down between his legs, but his neck was like lead, thus with trembling and fatigued hands he had to blindly fight the still intensely vibrating toy to twist its base back into a deactivated position. As soon as it was turned off, he let it fall from his fingertips and land upon the damp... actually, the pretty soaking wet bedding between his legs. Again he groaned aloud, knowing that he had to get up now. That he had to get up and change the sheets. That he had to rinse off the toy so it didn't take on a lingering scent that would prevent it from being displayable as the gag gift it was. And of course, that he probably even had to give his lower body something of a sponge-bath, able to feel his own arousal continuing to run down from his still aching pussy and to feel the residual wetness from before clinging to his matted thighs.

Yet just as before all this the skunk had tried to sleep while being utterly unable to do so, Torel could feel his eyes closing against his will. He could feel his body relaxing, falling limp and ready for slumber right there atop the wet, ejaculate-stained sheets. His mind was still active, but his body was succumbing to the fatigue and satisfaction resulting from that mind-blowing climax. And indeed, even his mind soon began to follow suit, though not until it had made Torel's weary form blush with one particular thought.

Gag gift or not, he would have to send Mo and Marcus a message thanking them for the toy. And he would, first thing tomorrow morning. Or at least... first thing, after he'd made use of their gift just one more time.

By Jeeves

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