The No Nut November Challenge by danath

The No Nut November Challenge

danath, Cum, Hyper, Hyperphallic, Male, Poem, Public, Teasing, edging, sonnet

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.

The No Nut November Challenge

By Danath

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I toss and turn and yet no sweet dreams rise

Escape these mortal throes for just a tick

A moment's rest would be a nice surprise

But heat and humid rise where'er I stick

It's damp, quite moist, but no one likes that word

It's grown again and reaches to my chest

A monster, as it has now been referred

Grand urges fill my paws, yet unharnessed

I wake sometimes surprised and jerking

It happens once or twice a night by now

Will myself to stop each time - exerting

A restful sleep is worth all I endow

These sticky plastic sheets are like my thoughts

What if I have to sleep outside on cots

A cream, perhaps, or some cool ointment, please?

A mellow balm to soothe this monstrous heat?

A tidy tincture that will ease my pleas

An aperitif that quenches lust quite neat

An icy tingle as I deck the halls?

A draught to cleanse my mind of thoughts impure?

The sense of winter cold to tease my balls?

I'll soak myself in pools of what may cure

This overwhelming urge that overflows

My maleness now does hang below my knees

I worry that I'll soon be to my toes

A crowded place is now twice that with me

Though I leave quite the trail that's musky wet

Succeed will I in this ungodly bet

"What if I give in now?" I think. Just look!

I'm perma-semi-hard at least today

I have to limp and hold in front a book

Or rather stacks, to hide the meat away

At my desk I will stay, no coaxing me

There's nothing that would make me stand for work

I'll say I hurt my leg - fell out a tree

And then they won't think that I'm such a jerk

Right here I'll sit until the clock runs out

I won't reveal the massive oak beneath

I won't give in though they may plead and pout

At lunch I'll try to fit back in my sheath

Did you hear? The break room has free donuts

Damn. Here I go to show off some big nuts.

It's rather freeing, at this point, to swell

With pride at what is going on with me

These circumstances, could it be, are well?

This morn I nearly met the day with glee

I get nice compliments right off the cuff

From clothing store cashiers as I upgrade

If I get bigger, I'll be in the buff

I've even gotten offers to get paid

Ignore attention such as that, I say

It does no good to get such lustful praise

Just blush and turn my head and bulge away

And don't respond when they ask, "What's it weigh?"

This leaky, musky, massive stalk of mine

Gets lots of offers for a wine and dine

Forget the nice things I said yesterday

I'd gone too deep, and was not thinking straight

This hell is real - that I alone can say

Reminded that this challenge I do hate

I woke up in this morning stuck to bed

A fountain splattered, splashed across the wall

I wrestled with my twin in size - the head

And realized that my length was far too tall

My nuts swell to the point of cartoonish

Each heave of musky ballflesh cedes a gush

I must look like a hyper-ized commish

As jizz rolls down my back and clears my tush

So be it, I'll sleep outside from now on

My own public show, right out on the lawn

I'm almost halfway through - I think I'll last

Throughout this awful month of cock-size checks

I am reduced to wearing stretchy pants

That outline every eager curve and flex

Unlucky number thirteen almost was

The elevator was a tad too close

It almost gave the tip a nasty buzz

I turned too fast and toppled people's rows

To take the stairs is such a giant risk

For giants like me cannot spread my knees

The danger is that I'll get a slipped disc

The hospital would make me pay huge fees

I soaked the elevator through and through

With pungent pre that acted quite like glue

Two weeks! Two weeks are done! A milestone!

I'll celebrate tomorrow as well

It's getting better day by day alone

I 'pologize for the comments re: this hell

There's nothing that I can't enjoy myself

I'm so pent up and horny it's a crime

At work I'll let my dong out on a shelf

It makes great conversation at break time

Before the day is done, I'm called to him

The big boss isn't happy with my size

It's only twice the girth of his whole limb

Can't help it if my bulge obscures my thighs

Turns out he's not the jealous type at all

He wants me at his business retreat spa

Though never staying in my sheath, at least

It's soft and spongy, a welcome relief

And though it leaks some pre as teased,

I'm halfway through - don't that beg belief?

The ominous impression of my sac

The steady throbbing quiver of my nuts

The pants so full they need a tighter pack

The awesome musk that sends some into ruts

Is confidence in stride so great a sin?

Why not impress the passers-by abroad?

To walk, I twist my hips, just to begin

Inertia does the rest - I'm not a fraud

There's nothing like the feeling of the eyes

Who get a hardon, shockèd with surprise

Behold the tiger, known for his stripe

While stripes I leave could make custodians cry

With jealousy at my enormous pipe

Employment rumors make it clear for I

Have been bestowed on me this name so true

Apparently I'm known as cat supreme

And bets are being placed on what I'll do

When I wake from this No Nut challenge dream

The betting pool is getting very large

The whisperings grow louder in the halls

I'm often checked and asked by those in charge

Of whether I have been yet, true or false

I have to stay the course and hold my paw

My own bet is at stake if I withdraw

My motivation is now added to

Supporters guide me on this narrow path

These followers who're called the No-Bait Crew

Are counting down my days like so much math

For love or money matters not at all

Their hungry eyes stare at my bulging shorts

The leaky wet spot collects beneath the ball

My third leg flexes out some strong retorts

Right now I barely hear their worried words

Each day is slowing to a timeless crawl

I'm groped and grasped along by endless herds

Who threaten my success when meat they maul

I'm not so sure my fan club is the best

They haven't let me get a bit of rest

Today I woke for the first time in fear

As gouts of seed demolished my own tent

My tentpole tore and cut a giant sheer

And ended up across my shoulder bent

The cabbie I had hired took one look

Abandoned me to find another way

Afraid I am of my name in the book

I'm late to work this week most ev'ry day

I can't find pants that fit so out I hang

At my size it's more lewd to have them on

The breeze and amazed staring sends a pang

I hope this public nude won't turn me on

I'm so pent up and horny I can't think

I'll therefore go and have myself a drink

"How goes it, stud?" I hear them call, "You good?"

Given the month off work, I laugh

My swollen junk parades the neighborhood

It's grown again, now long times 10 and half

The swollen member pulses 'gainst the cloth

My ankle drowns beneath the endless wave

A chorus whispers from all sides; I froth

And saunter with a thick grin - I'll behave

The betting pool has grown as big as I

The legends of my musky sac spread far

It drags the waistband down near past my thigh

Fat as a steering wheel upon a car

I wonder how much bigger I can grow

Now that all sense of shame has left me so

Was I once worried 'bout my self-control?

Despite the muzzle slurping on my prize

I'll never cum with this amazing pole

Until I win the bet - then, no surprise,

I'll shoot my wad as fast as I can cum

I'll squeeze and stroke until my balls aren't blue

I'll pump my pecker deep into a bum

I'll fuck them all! Yes, you! And you! And you.

I can't wait to unleash my monster dick

When squeezed into a room alone with thee

Upon some soft and unsuspecting trick

I'll feed the seed that's long built up in me

I'm not about to blow, or blow this bet;

That doesn't mean you can stop sucking yet

Just ten days left, and each day I adore

Awaking from the wet dreams just to find

The awful swollness draping to the floor

With balls so fat I might just lose my mind

It's getting hard to walk, but that's okay

Today a gathering of fans came by

There's always two or three cute guys to play

They keep my cock from ever going dry

They brought a stuffed chair to the yard out front

And I relax quite hard upon my throne

My royal guards engage in quite the hunt

While drivers-by snap pictures on their phones

A regal scene of lust for hyper fans

A dozen moaning males stroke base to glans

I've outgrown chairs and now prop up between

A pair of bulging bellies of two skunks

Who spent the morning putting on a sheen

For my enormous member; they're such hunks

Each stroke of wet tongue left me blissed and dazed

They worked from balls to tip and back again

From gallons of thick pre they were not fazed

Just as I could not be moved from my zen

They groan and tease and beg for me to shoot

These weak-willed males who could not last the tour

They're jealous of my length, now past my foot

My size encourages these thoughts impure

I have a nagging thought I am betrayed

They may protect a bet against me made

I'm sure about it now; there is no doubt

These villains seek to make me lose my way

They gasp and moan and beg and plead and pout

All while with my big, thick dick they do play

They're trying to get me to pop my top

They want me shooting loads into the street

Despite the masturbatory sweatshop

I manage to enact a full retreat

Their paws tug on my hugeness in my sheath

The heavy weight remains lodged deep in fuzz

Their fingers feel so good I grind my teeth

My insides are filled with a mighty buzz

A week to go is all I have to do

I steel my nerves and resist lewds anew

The city almost cost me lots of cash

When their inspector said I'll flood the line

I think I got a pass when he did mash

His face in to my sac as though to dine

I let him join the others to worship

With the rest who found a new religion

My No-Nut November championship

Encourages a horde of males to sin

I'm thicker round than most can stretch their limbs

Of late, my growth has been incredible

Describing risks a lack of synonyms

I'm not, to be realistic, beddable

I doubt the fervent among them will care

We'll just see when the time comes how they fare

Five days to go and all I see is red

My vision blurs; I've grown quite hard today

I feel the blood run hot within my head

Only outlines of my girth I see sway

Five days to go and all I feel is heat

My body itches, tingles with its need

I'm losing confidence that I'll complete

My lustful urges demand to be freed

Five days to go and all I hear is now

Adoring crowds of dozens tease my cock

Their paws are milking my length like a cow

I fold my ears as their cries bathe my stalk

I'm going to be brave and hold on tight

I have a feeling I won't last the night

I only made it through the night so black

To see the morning sun arrive with hope

I beg the mob to please cut me some slack

All through the night each one responded, "Nope!"

They've levered my huge shaft up from the ground

It's so enormous that they hide beneath

They disappear completely 'neath the round

Urethra pumping from the taut-stretched sheath

I'm pumping gallons of pre by the sec

It washes over horny males who groan

And more yet join who gladly made the trek

To tease and grab a pawful of my bone

When did my bet become so difficult

As requiring a cock-obsessive cult?

The countdown to my liberation starts

Three days to go and I am feeling smug

I've humbled all who ogle at my parts

Resisted all who on my nuts did snug

Three days to go and I can't see my knees

I'll cum as much as I can - all I please!

What joy I have to sense this near release

It's almost like I've mastered these high seas

I'm captain of my ship and sirens damned

This constant teasing will not stray me now

Across my awesome girth these hot males fanned

I won't give in until I take my bow

My confidence and swagger take no hit

I've only three days left to conquer it

My pleasure grows as my tip floods the yard

The spectacle and noise is growing loud

The countless livestreams document how hard

My titan cock is thrashing through the crowd

A bucking bronco couldn't hold a light

To how my dong moves on its own

A massive lance that loves to find a fight

Enveloped by the sycophants who moan

I'm even bigger than I thought I'd get

It's to the point that I am now but dwarfed

By towering and pleasured flesh yet set

On holding back despite a month so morphed

I wonder how long it will take to go

Back down to the size that I used to know

It seems a shame to say I almost failed

The pleasure grew too hot inside my brain

If I had cum, my dreams, they would have sailed

The night was long and torturous - such pain!

The ones who stand to lose a lot of dough

If I am a success at holding fast

Together worked to give my dick a blow

And almost caused a huge orgasmic blast

The foxes, rabbits, mice and all the rest

The horses, badgers, and the many striped

The cats and dogs I now think as a pest

The wolves especially seemed quite too hyped

I will not give in now, for this I swear

At twelve-oh-one, the first, my seed they'll share

The final day is here at last - enough!

Enough of so much teasing, tender strokes

I've willed myself to live an act so tough

The deed would break the minds of many folks

I grew much bigger again overnight

Above me rises this great mighty dong

It rises up to an imposing height

It flexes hard and fast and ever strong

Above the crowd of desp'rate males it sways

They crawl upon each other for a taste

The news is here to recount all my days

I give a quickie interview in haste

The minutes count down 'til this bet is won

I'll never gamble again once I'm done

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