Extension November 2021 Drabble #1

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Endeavor solo – edging – Endeavor descending into madness as his body has trouble to obey his head.

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Enji feels like he is in a fever dream. Through the cup he customarily wears with his costume nobody can see his cock or the state it is in… but he knows about it every step of the way.

He is desperately hard and leaking, his balls feeling impossibly tender. He had not meant to go on a mission like this. He had not meant to do anything at all today other than stand in a closet in his agency and jerk himself close to completion time and time again until… something would happen.

He doesn’t really know what. He doesn’t know what he had thought would happen if he did that to his dick – he hadn’t much listened to Hawks after he had started babbling about getting himself good and ready to shoot off but making himself pull away before it could happen.

Maybe he should have thought this through more. He’s usually so meticulous about planning…

Hawks got into his head, simple as that. He got into his head and made him wonder what it would feel like to jerk it and deliberately not let himself come. He’s never considered the option before. Forty plus years and the thought has never crossed his mind to get himself hard enough to have a headache and then just… not pull through with it.

He doesn’t know if he likes it. He’s sitting in his own juices now – quite literally – and feeling like he is standing somewhere outside his own body, watching himself move and act and fight while all he can focus on is how his cock is aching in the hard cup, trying to push out of the boundaries and soak into the fabric of his suit.

Could he wave it off as just another sweat stain? Would anybody believe him? Or maybe they would immediately come to the conclusion that Endeavor snuck himself away in a closet and dragged his big, rough palm over the slick mushroom tip of his cock again and again and again until his thighs started feeling wobbly just to rip his hands away with a suppressed sob and make himself stop.

Just like that.

Make himself calm down and regulate his breathing so none of his sidekicks would hear him; all the while his cock is swollen obscenely, the veins along the shaft fat and grotesque looking; visibly pulsing and just aching for that sweet, sweet relief-

He doesn’t know how he manages not to get killed. He doesn’t know how he manages to stay on his own two feet and not constantly trip over himself as his balls feel like they are swollen to the size of grapefruits; fat and heavy between his thighs, all but spilling out from the gear designed to keep his private parts nice and snug and safe from hits.

His state is not unnoticed by others, though. He can feel the weird looks he is getting. They can’t know how he tickled his sac with the blunt tips of his fingers, feeling the fat orbs pulling up to his body in aborted half-orgasms that sizzled through his body and made his toes ache for some reason.

They can’t know any of this but it still feels like they have seen through him.

He’s denied himself a few measly times and this is how his brain is treating him? He feels like he is going insane.

This is ridiculous.

Get a grip of yourself, man.

Enji steels his back and sets his jaw. His fingers only barely shake as he undresses in his locker room and gets to the showers. Surprisingly enough, his cock is soft when he finally pulls the cup away from his body, even though it feels like it should still be throbbing and angry and needy.

His nerve endings sure are still firing on all ends. He would have never thought his body this… undisciplined. Lewd.

But he’s also never denied himself release.

His sidekicks throw him strange looks still but when he pulls his clothes back on and tells them that he will go home early, nobody stops him from it. They seem relieved. He can understand that wholeheartedly.

If he looks anywhere near as deranged as he feels at the moment…

He wishes he had one of those toys… the ones that offer up slick little holes for a lonely man to fuck and pump out a nice, satisfying, long orgasm. One that he can really lay it into, fat balls slapping against it as he breeds it up and fucks out his frustration, instead of having to use his hand and pump into it again and again and not come to that crest he has been thinking of for hours now.

His breath seizes when his brain catches up with what is happening. Why… why is he not coming now? He is actively trying to shoot his load but it feels like something in him has blocked itself to that possibility, keeping him teetering on the edge.

“God… Fuck,” he whispers heartfelt. He doesn’t need to whisper, he is alone in the house, but old habits die hard and his brain is firing all wrong as his hips keep pumping fast and doggedly.

He tries a few more minutes and when nothing happens other than his balls aching and his cock dribbling, he rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling, panting. His cock is a hot, heavy line along the dip of his thigh. It is pulsing with the beat of his heart and occasionally twitches.

Enji pulls a face, digging the heels of his hands against his eyes, toes curling and legs shuffling restlessly.

Damn Hawks and his stupid fucking ideas. He could have babbled about literally anything else and Enji would have been fine and not teased himself in a closet and then fought a half-assed match against a villain while thinking obsessively about how good it would feel to blow his load and feel an orgasm curling through his body nice and warm and relaxing…

Next time he saw him, he would wring out his scrawny little neck. Stuff his stupid, babbling mouth.

Maybe with his cock. Grab his messy hair and stuff him with dick so he wouldn’t be able to keep making his little remarks about how hot he thought Endeavor’s tits looked when he moved, bouncing under his clothes…

Enji groans softly. He reaches over and squirts more lube into his palm, wrapping it around his dick. Nice and slick and warm as he keeps his eyes clenched shut and thinks about how wonderful it would be to just let loose the next time he sees the little twerp.

Grab him by his ears and go to town ramming his cock down his scrawny throat. It would feel so tight… he could feel every little twitch when he made him choke on his meat.

He tightens his fingers accordingly, thumb and forefinger circling just beneath the head of his cock, gripping tight and doing fast, small up-and-down movements as he focuses on the sensitive little spots that he likes to have touched.

His balls feel so damn heavy… he must have a ridiculously fat load in them by now. At least it feels like that in his overheated head. He tries to tickle them but the feeling is too close to what he did to edge himself, so he stops again, sobbing with desperation.

God, he wants to come so bad. He just wants to be over and done with and wrap himself in a robe and sit in front of the TV or something…

Oh wow you’re so old, Endeavor! Scared of jerking it now, huh?

His mind is taunting him with Hawks’ amused drawl. In retaliation he imagines dicking him even harder; how Hawks’ eyes would roll up into his skull as he got his throat re-shaped in the form of his childhood hero’s cock.

He just… he just needs to come. He’s losing his mind.

First thing tomorrow, he will go out and get one of those toys. What are they even called? He’ll have to describe it to the clerk or something… God, fuck he doesn’t want to make a complete idiot out of himself, but damn… holy… holy damn. His heart is pumping in his chest, his body aching-

And then suddenly he is coming. It hurts and is so deep that he can’t breathe for the first few seconds as his cock jerks in his palm and fat splatters of too-hot cum hit his chest and throat. A few drops even cling to his chin.

The feeling is… God it is orgasmic.

Of course it is you idiot. You dolt. You complete buffoon. Any bright ideas doing this again? Huh? Want Hawks to put another flea in your ear that you can try out like the imbecile you are?

The mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him is so good it feels like his brain is short circuiting for a moment while his balls keep pumping out thick ribbons of cum. His cock is so swollen and dark with blood…

This has been a complete clusterfuck. He is too fucking old to try these things…

Oh but he needs that toy for next time.