NC 11: Ruining the Challenge
#11 of November Challenge Stories
Two boyfriends go through this every year. One wants to go through No Nut November, the other is determined to break him before the month ends for his own good.
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Ruining the Challenge
November 11th Prompt: No-Nut-November Challenge
"Heh, you like that, huh?" Henry asked, hand flying up and down Terrence's cock. "Yeah, I know you do. Look how much you're dripping."
"F-fuck! Stop it...Stop it! I'm gonna...gonna..."
"Heh, you little bitch."
Terrence gasped as the blue dragon's hand left his cock. He moaned, biting his lips as he thumped his fist against their bed. The skunk huffed, shaking his head as his boyfriend laid down beside him.
"Fuck...fuck..."
"You're the one insisting on getting blue-balled here, hon," the dragon said, shaking his head as he licked a finger. "Not my fault; you could be getting off each one of these sessions."
"Nnngh...just...proving...a - FUCK!"
That spit-slick finger just rammed right past his cheeks, and he spread his legs as he whimpered, gripping the sheets all the tighter. Henry never let up, finger-fucking him so hard that he heard every clap of the dragon's palm against his taint. His toes curled, his eyes rolled back, and he bit his lips as he clenched down hard on that thick digit.
"You b-bastard!"
"All you gotta do is let it happen."
"F-fat cha-a-ance FUCK!"
One finger became two, then three, and the little bumps of his boyfriend's scales only made it harder for him to hold back. The pure pleasure of feeling each thrust only made it better...and that made it all the harder to let himself just give in to the temptation.
Pap, pap, pap went the dragon's hand against his ass, and Terrence felt his cock getting harder and harder, so hard that it ached to feel it throbbing over his stomach. It no longer bent down between thrusts, no longer jumped, but stood so rigid that it felt like it would never shift again. His breath came in short, fast gasps that never quite satisfied, and his eyes rolled back further and further.
"Please...please..."
"Say it."
"Nnngh...Mmmph...NGAH!"
The fingers stopped just before they could push him over the edge, and once more, the skunk was left a wheezing mess as he felt his asshole twitching, empty when it had been satisfyingly full just a moment ago. Sweat rolled down his forehead as Henry leaned over him.
"Why do we have to do this every year?"
"You know...me...gotta try."
"It's fucking stupid."
Terrence shook his head, only to groan as he felt Henry shifting his weight around again. The dragon was getting ready for something bigger than simple masturbation or fingering; this time, they were probably getting ready for actual fucking.
He didn't know why he did this every year. He never made it to the end of the month, though it was not for lack of trying. Whether it was personal pride, the idea of playing with denial for an extreme period, or just a feeling of being contrary, he always ended up declaring that he would do NNN this year, for sure.
And every time, Henry took it as a personal mission to fuck with that. Just like he was doing right then, flipping Terrence onto his stomach, ass in the air. He groaned as he felt his boyfriend's tongue digging between his cheeks, teasing his hole and forcing its way inside.
"Nnngh...f-fuck..."
"You're gonna give in eventually," the dragon said. "You know you can't hold out forever. It's been three days already."
"Mmmph...I...I can do this..."
"You're going to fuck yourself up."
"S-says you. I can - Oh, fuck..."
His cock was throbbing hard beneath his belly, and he bit his lip every time that Terrence rammed his tongue past his hole. In, out, in, out, each time flicking along his prostate and keeping him dripping. His hips ground forward, fucking his cock against the sheets -
"NNNGH!"
"Say it!"
"Mmmph...make...make..."
He was so close. So fucking close...and then the tongue pulled out of him. He didn't know whether to moan or scream.
For all that Henry hated No-Nut November, he never forced Terrence out of it directly. He just kept pushing it. Pushing, pushing, pushing, and if the skunk never asked to actually cum, he never would.
But that didn't mean it wasn't tempting as shit to get pushed over the edge properly.
"How long you going to hold out?" Henry asked, the dragon patting the skunk's ass. "Because I can do this all night."
"Mmmph...asshole..."
"You know it's for your own good."
"Fuck you."
"Not until I get desperate."
"Mmmph..."
He wondered if he could hold out that long. Somehow, he rather doubted it.