{"sf1_id":1783045,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The No Nut November Bet - The First Week","author":"danath","words":809,"posted_at":"2021-11-07T17:57:00.000Z","tags":["Cock Growth","Growth","Male","No nut November","Poetry","Public","cum denial","denial"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1783045-the-no-nut-november-bet-the-first-week","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1783045","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1783045\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Our hero has a lot riding on the outcome of his bet that he can go the entire month of November without nutting. After the first week, he's also got a lot riding on his thighs.","content":" **The No Nut November Bet - The First Week**\n\nBy Danath\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\n1\n\nThis month of strife is only just begun  \nNo time has passed since I have made my vow  \nTo quell the steaming furnace like a sun  \nA burning need for which I won't allow\n\nI made this promise and I knew it odd  \nWhen told the difficulties that I face  \nBut in exchange for keeping soft my rod  \nThis sinner may achieve a wondrous grace\n\nUncertain though I be about my fate  \nThis struggle may contain my passioned urge  \nControl of self: one month, no masturbate  \nMy mind is set: the horniness I'll purge\n\nTwo hours done with hundreds more to come  \nPerhaps I'll find a rub that makes it numb\n\n2\n\nEternity has passed and yet a day  \nI'm not sure how much more of this I'll take  \nUnanswered, I no longer try to pray  \nMy thoughts cannot escape this awesome ache\n\nI try to meditate and rest alone  \nUnbidden, loud desire holds me fast  \nTime slows again and I let out a moan  \nA second is a minute at full mast\u0026nbsp;\n\nThough just begun, I long this journey's end  \nBut I am not a solo passenger  \nEach step, each bounce, each jostle makes them send  \nA lit'ny of complaints, a thund'rous purr\n\nAnother minute passes by so slow  \nNovember's end will come with quite a show\n\n3\n\nDay three and things are starting to get rough  \nI'm constantly erect and hard as steel  \nI may as well be going in the buff  \nFor all that my tight pants fail to conceal\n\nOne-tenth of time has passed to finish strong  \nThe bet I made is one I cannot lose  \nIf I remember that, I can't go wrong  \nBut now I cannot even see my shoes\n\nThese thirty days loom over me like storms  \nMy spine is stiff from all the lightning bolts  \nMy clothes reveal a multitude of forms  \nIn crowds, I sense the jealousy of colts\n\nThey see it not as should be - as a curse  \nIf I stay hard so long I'll need a hearse\n\n4\n\nNo Nut November puts such strain on me  \nDespite the name, I carry such a load  \nThough squirrels, I'm sure, are awed by what they see  \nI'd rather be back in my normal mode\n\nNo Nut November is a massive grind  \nThe crowded shopping centers are the worst  \nMy massive tentpole sways of its own mind  \nThey say, \"You should take care of this great thirst\"\n\nNo Nut November drives me to the brink  \nOf sanity and madness 'ere I drip  \nOf what's contained within my shorts, I think  \nWill crack forth like a long and meaty whip\n\nNo Nut November please must end and soon  \nOr I'll turn into a Karno cartoon\n\n5\n\nA wave of dreams wash o'er me ev'ry night  \nA tidal surge of lust, a rising flood  \nNot nightmares, no, they do not cause me fright  \nBut leave me with a swollen, aroused dud\n\nThese wet dreams cause my furniture a mess  \nBut are my only comfort in this time  \nI'll pay my cleaning bill with some duress  \nNew bedding, too, has cost a pretty dime\n\nMy waking brain is occupied as well  \nBy thoughts of pounding with my mighty stalk  \nBy night or day I'm trapped in lustful hell  \nWith balls so huge so I find it hard to walk\n\nAnd now I lay me down to sleep again  \nSo wake me up when this November ends\n\n6\n\nThe news today is worse than e'er before  \nThe only clothes that fit are stretch gym shorts  \nThe bulge is displayed for all to adore  \nPacked tight with balls unfamiliar to sports\n\nCommuting to my job requires blush  \nI hear loud whispers gossip 'bout my balls  \nMy morning coffee spills amidst the crush  \nAs people pack in tight and into walls\n\nThe pressure 'gainst my package makes me heave  \nClamp fingers round my muzzle, stop the roar  \nOf pleasured heaven after agonies  \nMy right pant leg is dripping on the floor\n\nThe train pulls up, and I flood out the gate  \nIt's only been six days without a mate\n\n7\n\nWhat reasons could I have for doing this?  \nWhat dreams may come when I complete this task?  \nWhat benefit of my moral compass?  \nTo suffer so for naught is much to ask\n\nOne week is done, and I am done, I fear  \nI cannot sleep or eat or drink for throes  \nGood will? There's none for what was past myself  \nThat monster is the source of all my woes\n\nEnlightenment? No, this is punishment  \nThis seventh day I curse myself anew  \nI must continue with this leak containment  \nToday was great until that condom blew\n\nI hope my future self is true happy  \nFor I am most the mis'rable of thee\n\n  \n  \n\n"}