{"sf1_id":1791190,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The No Nut November Challenge","author":"danath","words":3468,"posted_at":"2021-12-01T00:32:00.000Z","tags":["Cum","Hyper","Hyperphallic","Male","Poem","Public","Teasing","edging","sonnet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1791190-the-no-nut-november-challenge","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1791190","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1791190\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A sonnet-a-day detailing the struggles of a hyperfur who foolishly made a bet he could go the entire month of November without blowing his load.","content":"The No Nut November Challenge\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\n8\n\nI toss and turn and yet no sweet dreams rise  \nEscape these mortal throes for just a tick  \nA moment's rest would be a nice surprise  \nBut heat and humid rise where'er I stick\n\nIt's damp, quite moist, but no one likes that word  \nIt's grown again and reaches to my chest  \nA monster, as it has now been referred  \nGrand urges fill my paws, yet unharnessed\n\nI wake sometimes surprised and jerking  \nIt happens once or twice a night by now  \nWill myself to stop each time - exerting  \nA restful sleep is worth all I endow\n\nThese sticky plastic sheets are like my thoughts  \nWhat if I have to sleep outside on cots\n\n9\n\nA cream, perhaps, or some cool ointment, please?  \nA mellow balm to soothe this monstrous heat?  \nA tidy tincture that will ease my pleas  \nAn aperitif that quenches lust quite neat\n\nAn icy tingle as I deck the halls?  \nA draught to cleanse my mind of thoughts impure?  \nThe sense of winter cold to tease my balls?  \nI'll soak myself in pools of what may cure\n\nThis overwhelming urge that overflows  \nMy maleness now does hang below my knees  \nI worry that I'll soon be to my toes  \nA crowded place is now twice that with me\n\nThough I leave quite the trail that's musky wet  \nSucceed will I in this ungodly bet\n\n10\n\n\"What if I give in now?\" I think. Just look!  \nI'm perma-semi-hard at least today  \nI have to limp and hold in front a book  \nOr rather stacks, to hide the meat away\n\nAt my desk I will stay, no coaxing me  \nThere's nothing that would make me stand for work  \nI'll say I hurt my leg - fell out a tree  \nAnd then they won't think that I'm such a jerk\n\nRight here I'll sit until the clock runs out  \nI won't reveal the massive oak beneath  \nI won't give in though they may plead and pout  \nAt lunch I'll try to fit back in my sheath\n\nDid you hear? The break room has free donuts  \nDamn. Here I go to show off some big nuts.\n\n11\n\nIt's rather freeing, at this point, to swell  \nWith pride at what is going on with me  \nThese circumstances, could it be, are well?  \nThis morn I nearly met the day with glee\n\nI get nice compliments right off the cuff  \nFrom clothing store cashiers as I upgrade  \nIf I get bigger, I'll be in the buff  \nI've even gotten offers to get paid\n\nIgnore attention such as that, I say  \nIt does no good to get such lustful praise  \nJust blush and turn my head and bulge away  \nAnd don't respond when they ask, \"What's it weigh?\"\n\nThis leaky, musky, massive stalk of mine\u0026nbsp;  \nGets lots of offers for a wine and dine\n\n12\n\nForget the nice things I said yesterday  \nI'd gone too deep, and was not thinking straight  \nThis hell is real - that I alone can say  \nReminded that this challenge I do hate\n\nI woke up in this morning stuck to bed  \nA fountain splattered, splashed across the wall  \nI wrestled with my twin in size - the head  \nAnd realized that my length was far too tall\n\nMy nuts swell to the point of cartoonish  \nEach heave of musky ballflesh cedes a gush  \nI must look like a hyper-ized commish  \nAs jizz rolls down my back and clears my tush\n\nSo be it, I'll sleep outside from now on  \nMy own public show, right out on the lawn\n\n13\n\nI'm almost halfway through - I think I'll last  \nThroughout this awful month of cock-size checks  \nI am reduced to wearing stretchy pants  \nThat outline every eager curve and flex\n\nUnlucky number thirteen almost was  \nThe elevator was a tad too close  \nIt almost gave the tip a nasty buzz  \nI turned too fast and toppled people's rows\n\nTo take the stairs is such a giant risk  \nFor giants like me cannot spread my knees  \nThe danger is that I'll get a slipped disc  \nThe hospital would make me pay huge fees\n\nI soaked the elevator through and through  \nWith pungent pre that acted quite like glue\n\n14\n\nTwo weeks! Two weeks are done! A milestone!  \nI'll celebrate tomorrow as well  \nIt's getting better day by day alone  \nI 'pologize for the comments re: this hell\n\nThere's nothing that I can't enjoy myself  \nI'm so pent up and horny it's a crime  \nAt work I'll let my dong out on a shelf  \nIt makes great conversation at break time\n\nBefore the day is done, I'm called to him  \nThe big boss isn't happy with my size  \nIt's only twice the girth of his whole limb  \nCan't help it if my bulge obscures my thighs\n\nTurns out he's not the jealous type at all  \nHe wants me at his business retreat spa\n\n15\n\nThough never staying in my sheath, at least  \nIt's soft and spongy, a welcome relief  \nAnd though it leaks some pre as teased,  \nI'm halfway through - don't that beg belief?\n\nThe ominous impression of my sac  \nThe steady throbbing quiver of my nuts  \nThe pants so full they need a tighter pack  \nThe awesome musk that sends some into ruts\n\nIs confidence in stride so great a sin?  \nWhy not impress the passers-by abroad?  \nTo walk, I twist my hips, just to begin  \nInertia does the rest - I'm not a fraud\n\nThere's nothing like the feeling of the eyes  \nWho get a hardon, shockèd with surprise\n\n16\n\nBehold the tiger, known for his stripe  \nWhile stripes I leave could make custodians cry  \nWith jealousy at my enormous pipe  \nEmployment rumors make it clear for I\n\nHave been bestowed on me this name so true\u0026nbsp;  \nApparently I'm known as cat supreme  \nAnd bets are being placed on what I'll do  \nWhen I wake from this No Nut challenge dream\n\nThe betting pool is getting very large  \nThe whisperings grow louder in the halls  \nI'm often checked and asked by those in charge  \nOf whether I have been yet, true or false\n\nI have to stay the course and hold my paw  \nMy own bet is at stake if I withdraw\n\n17\n\nMy motivation is now added to  \nSupporters guide me on this narrow path  \nThese followers who're called the No-Bait Crew  \nAre counting down my days like so much math\n\nFor love or money matters not at all  \nTheir hungry eyes stare at my bulging shorts  \nThe leaky wet spot collects beneath the ball  \nMy third leg flexes out some strong retorts\n\nRight now I barely hear their worried words  \nEach day is slowing to a timeless crawl  \nI'm groped and grasped along by endless herds  \nWho threaten my success when meat they maul\n\nI'm not so sure my fan club is the best  \nThey haven't let me get a bit of rest\n\n18\n\nToday I woke for the first time in fear  \nAs gouts of seed demolished my own tent  \nMy tentpole tore and cut a giant sheer  \nAnd ended up across my shoulder bent\n\nThe cabbie I had hired took one look  \nAbandoned me to find another way  \nAfraid I am of my name in the book  \nI'm late to work this week most ev'ry day\n\nI can't find pants that fit so out I hang  \nAt my size it's more lewd to have them on  \nThe breeze and amazed staring sends a pang  \nI hope this public nude won't turn me on\n\nI'm so pent up and horny I can't think  \nI'll therefore go and have myself a drink\n\n19\n\n\"How goes it, stud?\" I hear them call, \"You good?\"  \nGiven the month off work, I laugh  \nMy swollen junk parades the neighborhood  \nIt's grown again, now long times 10 and half\n\nThe swollen member pulses 'gainst the cloth  \nMy ankle drowns beneath the endless wave  \nA chorus whispers from all sides; I froth  \nAnd saunter with a thick grin - I'll behave\n\nThe betting pool has grown as big as I  \nThe legends of my musky sac spread far  \nIt drags the waistband down near past my thigh  \nFat as a steering wheel upon a car\n\nI wonder how much bigger I can grow  \nNow that all sense of shame has left me so\n\n20\n\nWas I once worried 'bout my self-control?  \nDespite the muzzle slurping on my prize  \nI'll never cum with this amazing pole  \nUntil I win the bet - then, no surprise,\n\nI'll shoot my wad as fast as I can cum  \nI'll squeeze and stroke until my balls aren't blue  \nI'll pump my pecker deep into a bum  \nI'll fuck them all! Yes, you! And you! And you.\n\nI can't wait to unleash my monster dick  \nWhen squeezed into a room alone with thee  \nUpon some soft and unsuspecting trick  \nI'll feed the seed that's long built up in me\n\nI'm not about to blow, or blow this bet;  \nThat doesn't mean you can stop sucking yet\n\n21\n\nJust ten days left, and each day I adore  \nAwaking from the wet dreams just to find  \nThe awful swollness draping to the floor  \nWith balls so fat I might just lose my mind\n\nIt's getting hard to walk, but that's okay  \nToday a gathering of fans came by  \nThere's always two or three cute guys to play  \nThey keep my cock from ever going dry\n\nThey brought a stuffed chair to the yard out front  \nAnd I relax quite hard upon my throne  \nMy royal guards engage in quite the hunt  \nWhile drivers-by snap pictures on their phones\n\nA regal scene of lust for hyper fans  \nA dozen moaning males stroke base to glans\n\n22\n\nI've outgrown chairs and now prop up between  \nA pair of bulging bellies of two skunks  \nWho spent the morning putting on a sheen  \nFor my enormous member; they're such hunks\n\nEach stroke of wet tongue left me blissed and dazed  \nThey worked from balls to tip and back again  \nFrom gallons of thick pre they were not fazed  \nJust as I could not be moved from my zen\n\nThey groan and tease and beg for me to shoot  \nThese weak-willed males who could not last the tour  \nThey're jealous of my length, now past my foot  \nMy size encourages these thoughts impure\n\nI have a nagging thought I am betrayed  \nThey may protect a bet against me made\n\n23\n\nI'm sure about it now; there is no doubt  \nThese villains seek to make me lose my way  \nThey gasp and moan and beg and plead and pout  \nAll while with my big, thick dick they do play\n\nThey're trying to get me to pop my top  \nThey want me shooting loads into the street  \nDespite the masturbatory sweatshop  \nI manage to enact a full retreat\n\nTheir paws tug on my hugeness in my sheath  \nThe heavy weight remains lodged deep in fuzz  \nTheir fingers feel so good I grind my teeth  \nMy insides are filled with a mighty buzz\n\nA week to go is all I have to do  \nI steel my nerves and resist lewds anew\n\n24\n\nThe city almost cost me lots of cash  \nWhen their inspector said I'll flood the line  \nI think I got a pass when he did mash\u0026nbsp;  \nHis face in to my sac as though to dine\n\nI let him join the others to worship  \nWith the rest who found a new religion  \nMy No-Nut November championship  \nEncourages a horde of males to sin\n\nI'm thicker round than most can stretch their limbs  \nOf late, my growth has been incredible  \nDescribing risks a lack of synonyms  \nI'm not, to be realistic, beddable\n\nI doubt the fervent among them will care  \nWe'll just see when the time comes how they fare\n\n25\n\nFive days to go and all I see is red  \nMy vision blurs; I've grown quite hard today  \nI feel the blood run hot within my head  \nOnly outlines of my girth I see sway\n\nFive days to go and all I feel is heat  \nMy body itches, tingles with its need  \nI'm losing confidence that I'll complete  \nMy lustful urges demand to be freed\n\nFive days to go and all I hear is now  \nAdoring crowds of dozens tease my cock  \nTheir paws are milking my length like a cow  \nI fold my ears as their cries bathe my stalk\n\nI'm going to be brave and hold on tight  \nI have a feeling I won't last the night\n\n26\n\nI only made it through the night so black  \nTo see the morning sun arrive with hope  \nI beg the mob to please cut me some slack  \nAll through the night each one responded, \"Nope!\"\n\nThey've levered my huge shaft up from the ground  \nIt's so enormous that they hide beneath  \nThey disappear completely 'neath the round  \nUrethra pumping from the taut-stretched sheath\n\nI'm pumping gallons of pre by the sec  \nIt washes over horny males who groan  \nAnd more yet join who gladly made the trek  \nTo tease and grab a pawful of my bone\n\nWhen did my bet become so difficult  \nAs requiring a cock-obsessive cult?\n\n27\n\nThe countdown to my liberation starts  \nThree days to go and I am feeling smug  \nI've humbled all who ogle at my parts  \nResisted all who on my nuts did snug\n\nThree days to go and I can't see my knees  \nI'll cum as much as I can - all I please!  \nWhat joy I have to sense this near release  \nIt's almost like I've mastered these high seas\n\nI'm captain of my ship and sirens damned  \nThis constant teasing will not stray me now  \nAcross my awesome girth these hot males fanned  \nI won't give in until I take my bow\n\nMy confidence and swagger take no hit  \nI've only three days left to conquer it\n\n28\n\nMy pleasure grows as my tip floods the yard  \nThe spectacle and noise is growing loud  \nThe countless livestreams document how hard  \nMy titan cock is thrashing through the crowd\n\nA bucking bronco couldn't hold a light  \nTo how my dong moves on its own  \nA massive lance that loves to find a fight  \nEnveloped by the sycophants who moan\n\nI'm even bigger than I thought I'd get  \nIt's to the point that I am now but dwarfed  \nBy towering and pleasured flesh yet set  \nOn holding back despite a month so morphed\n\nI wonder how long it will take to go  \nBack down to the size that I used to know\n\n29\n\nIt seems a shame to say I almost failed  \nThe pleasure grew too hot inside my brain  \nIf I had cum, my dreams, they would have sailed  \nThe night was long and torturous - such pain!\n\nThe ones who stand to lose a lot of dough  \nIf I am a success at holding fast  \nTogether worked to give my dick a blow  \nAnd almost caused a huge orgasmic blast\n\nThe foxes, rabbits, mice and all the rest  \nThe horses, badgers, and the many striped  \nThe cats and dogs I now think as a pest  \nThe wolves especially seemed quite too hyped\n\nI will not give in now, for this I swear  \nAt twelve-oh-one, the first, my seed they'll share\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n30\n\nThe final day is here at last - enough!  \nEnough of so much teasing, tender strokes  \nI've willed myself to live an act so tough  \nThe deed would break the minds of many folks\n\nI grew much bigger again overnight  \nAbove me rises this great mighty dong  \nIt rises up to an imposing height  \nIt flexes hard and fast and ever strong\n\nAbove the crowd of desp'rate males it sways  \nThey crawl upon each other for a taste  \nThe news is here to recount all my days  \nI give a quickie interview in haste\n\nThe minutes count down 'til this bet is won  \nI'll never gamble again once I'm done\n\n31\n\nX  \nX  \nX\n\n  \n  \n\n"}