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The No Nut November Bet - The First Week

By Danath

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1

This month of strife is only just begun

No time has passed since I have made my vow

To quell the steaming furnace like a sun

A burning need for which I won't allow

I made this promise and I knew it odd

When told the difficulties that I face

But in exchange for keeping soft my rod

This sinner may achieve a wondrous grace

Uncertain though I be about my fate

This struggle may contain my passioned urge

Control of self: one month, no masturbate

My mind is set: the horniness I'll purge

Two hours done with hundreds more to come

Perhaps I'll find a rub that makes it numb

2

Eternity has passed and yet a day

I'm not sure how much more of this I'll take

Unanswered, I no longer try to pray

My thoughts cannot escape this awesome ache

I try to meditate and rest alone

Unbidden, loud desire holds me fast

Time slows again and I let out a moan

A second is a minute at full mast

Though just begun, I long this journey's end

But I am not a solo passenger

Each step, each bounce, each jostle makes them send

A lit'ny of complaints, a thund'rous purr

Another minute passes by so slow

November's end will come with quite a show

3

Day three and things are starting to get rough

I'm constantly erect and hard as steel

I may as well be going in the buff

For all that my tight pants fail to conceal

One-tenth of time has passed to finish strong

The bet I made is one I cannot lose

If I remember that, I can't go wrong

But now I cannot even see my shoes

These thirty days loom over me like storms

My spine is stiff from all the lightning bolts

My clothes reveal a multitude of forms

In crowds, I sense the jealousy of colts

They see it not as should be - as a curse

If I stay hard so long I'll need a hearse

4

No Nut November puts such strain on me

Despite the name, I carry such a load

Though squirrels, I'm sure, are awed by what they see

I'd rather be back in my normal mode

No Nut November is a massive grind

The crowded shopping centers are the worst

My massive tentpole sways of its own mind

They say, "You should take care of this great thirst"

No Nut November drives me to the brink

Of sanity and madness 'ere I drip

Of what's contained within my shorts, I think

Will crack forth like a long and meaty whip

No Nut November please must end and soon

Or I'll turn into a Karno cartoon

5

A wave of dreams wash o'er me ev'ry night

A tidal surge of lust, a rising flood

Not nightmares, no, they do not cause me fright

But leave me with a swollen, aroused dud

These wet dreams cause my furniture a mess

But are my only comfort in this time

I'll pay my cleaning bill with some duress

New bedding, too, has cost a pretty dime

My waking brain is occupied as well

By thoughts of pounding with my mighty stalk

By night or day I'm trapped in lustful hell

With balls so huge so I find it hard to walk

And now I lay me down to sleep again

So wake me up when this November ends

6

The news today is worse than e'er before

The only clothes that fit are stretch gym shorts

The bulge is displayed for all to adore

Packed tight with balls unfamiliar to sports

Commuting to my job requires blush

I hear loud whispers gossip 'bout my balls

My morning coffee spills amidst the crush

As people pack in tight and into walls

The pressure 'gainst my package makes me heave

Clamp fingers round my muzzle, stop the roar

Of pleasured heaven after agonies

My right pant leg is dripping on the floor

The train pulls up, and I flood out the gate

It's only been six days without a mate

7

What reasons could I have for doing this?

What dreams may come when I complete this task?

What benefit of my moral compass?

To suffer so for naught is much to ask

One week is done, and I am done, I fear

I cannot sleep or eat or drink for throes

Good will? There's none for what was past myself

That monster is the source of all my woes

Enlightenment? No, this is punishment

This seventh day I curse myself anew

I must continue with this leak containment

Today was great until that condom blew

I hope my future self is true happy

For I am most the mis'rable of thee