Overload, pt. 1

Sunday, October 31st, 11:37pm

“Oh fuck…f-…f-fuck!”

SPLURT.

Sil grit his teeth and shivered as the first thick blast of semen exploded from the tip of his cock, splattering across the tile of the shower wall. He groaned in throaty satisfaction, one paw clinging to the top of the shower door for support, the other paw still pumping his twitching length to coax out more jets of sticky spunk. His toeclaws curled, scrabbling for purchase against the clean white porcelain. His balls churned, quivering with exertion. The feline tried to savor each spurt and throb as his orgasm rushed through him, leaving behind half a gallon of cum that slowly dribbled down the drain.

The naked male let out a long, shaky exhale, shuddering as he fired off a few final ropes. He gave his dick an appreciative squeeze and moaned as one last gentle wave of pleasure washed over him.

There was only one word to describe this feeling. <i>Relief.</i>

Sil was an unusually productive boy, in more ways than one. A model college student. A talented artist. And a goddamn manufacturing plant for semen. Some quirk of genetics had gifted the feline with a pair of balls that pumped out baby batter at an alarming rate — often as much as a gallon per day. Sil had learned to cope with this in a very logical way: by setting aside time to drain his balls at least once or twice every 24 hours. As long as he kept to that schedule, the ache in his overfilled nuts usually stayed manageable.

And yet, despite the non-stop production going on in his balls — or maybe because of it? — Sil had always had a certain fascination with holding back his orgasm. Usually it was through edging: his thighs spread, his heart pounding, his cock twitching and drooling between his fingers as he hovered on the edge of ecstasy for half an hour or so before finally spilling over. Sometimes it was through short lengths of denial: 2 or 3 days without a single eruption, until his balls grew so heavy with unspent seed that he couldn’t help but stagger home and blow his pent-up load in a messy, yowling explosion. And now…

…well, now he was embarking on a new kind of challenge. In just a few minutes, October would end and November would start. And this November, Sil had a very ambitious goal: 0 orgasms.

He had stumbled across the idea of “No-Nut November” on one of the sites where he shared his (sometimes erotic) art, and the concept had immediately hooked him. The idea of sacrificing an entire month of ejaculations to self-imposed denial — an entire month without emptying the twin tanks that demanded his attention at least once a day — well, confusingly, there was just something very arousing about that. Sil had no idea if it was even possible for him to abstain for an entire month, given the sheer amount of spunk that his nuts pumped out daily, but he was determined to at least try.

And so October 31st had been a day of preparation. This was the sixth load that Sil had blown today, in an attempt to fully empty his testicles before the long denial to come — and even so, this orgasm had still left a sizeable puddle of semen on the shower floor. The feline panted quietly as he watched his seed ooze down the drain, acutely aware that this might be the last time he saw his own cum until December.

Sil looked down at his junk, finally letting go of his dick and instead reaching down to heft his nutsac in his paw. He gave his orbs an appreciative fondle, sighing at the ever-so-gentle ache of a well-emptied ballbag. His lengthy dick slumped to one side, softening a bit now that it had made its final delivery for the day — and indeed, its final delivery for the next month. Already, Sil wondered if he was making an incredibly stupid decision.

It was going to be a long, hard November. 

Monday, November 1st, 7:14pm

Sil kicked his shoes off, tossing his backpack down on the bed with a quiet WHUMPF. It had been a pretty busy day: first a morning history lecture, then finishing a problem set over lunch, then a pair of math classes and an afternoon workout. He’d spent dinner catching up with Zel and Jin, his two best friends on campus. And now...

Well, now he was home. Sil’s dorm room wasn’t anything fancy — two beds, two desks, two chairs — but at least it was his. Technically the room was shared, but his roommate almost always stayed over at his girlfriend’s place. Sil had had the room to himself since the second or third week of the semester.

The feline unzipped his backpack to pull out his laptop, then took a seat at his desk. This was his usual spot to relax in the evenings, whether he was working on homework or just scrolling through his Tweetfur feed. It was also where he drew most of his art, on a sleek glass tablet that he’d had since high school. Pretty much every day ended with Sil right here, sitting back and letting a load off before heading to bed for the night.

Of course, for Sil, “letting a load off” in the evenings usually meant...well, literally firing a load off. With a pair of spunk factories as productive as his, it was almost a requirement to empty his balls each night. Usually he would rile himself up at his desk for a while first: sometimes working on some NSFW art commissions, sometimes edging until his dick grew so sensitive it wouldn’t stop twitching, sometimes both. Then when he couldn’t stand it anymore, he’d sneak off to the showers to finish the deed. There were few sensations as viscerally satisfying as coming home at the end of a long day and painting a wall white with his daily blast of spunk.

Today was different. Sil had successfully managed to avoid thinking about sex for most of the day, but now that he was back at home, in his usual masturbation spot, at his usual masturbation time, his libido kicked in right on schedule. As soon as he sat down, his mind began to wander towards lewder thoughts — and as though on cue, his cock started to stiffen and swell.

Sil closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel his dick slowly unfurling down the length of his pant leg, pressed snugly between his thigh and the fabric of his shorts. Even that little bit of friction felt like heaven — like one very slow stroke to help his erection fully come to life.

<i>Touch me</i>, his body seemed to say.

Sil bit his lip. Specifically NOT giving into the urge to masturbate was...pleasant, in a mildly frustrating kind of way. The thick length trapped in his shorts was honestly kind of sexy. Sil looked down at his crotch, admiring his bulge for a moment.

Then again, there were kinds of touching that stopped shy of full-on masturbation...and those were awfully fun too. Cautiously, he reached down and gave himself a light squeeze through the fabric, shivering from head to tail in response.

Being hard felt GOOD. And after a mildly stressful day, it felt awfully nice to just sit alone with his hormones and bask in the slight tipsiness of Being Horny.

The feline reached down further to cup his balls, giving them a gentle fondle and murmuring pleasantly at the burst of arousal that spread through his groin. His dick twitched in reply, his head rubbing against the inside of his shorts.

That friction against the tip of his cock felt awfully nice, but Sil couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be better off removing his shorts entirely. After all, less friction would reduce the risk of accidentally turning himself on even further, right? And besides, if he was going to go through the work of denying himself an orgasm all month, then the very least that he could do was admire the results of all that effort.

Sil stood up, unbuckling his belt. It didn’t take long for the male’s shorts to end up on the floor — along with the rest of his clothing. When he sat back down, the naked feline was greeted by his own eager erection, bobbing gently above the two plump orbs that filled his ballsac.

Sil had always appreciated his junk. His dick was very generous for his size, and as an artist who dabbled in NSFW work, he found it quite aesthetically pleasing to boot. (It had served as an excellent reference for several of his characters, in fact.) His nuts were perhaps even more generously sized — no surprise, given how much sperm they managed to pump out each day. Two fist-sized orbs dangled between the cat’s legs, always churning away to produce an endless supply of kitten batter.

Looking down at his groin today, the feline felt a tiny thrill of anticipation. He wondered if his junk might look any different tomorrow, with two days of pent-up desire instead of just one. Maybe his dick would be a little thicker? Maybe his balls would swell a little larger? For that matter, how would his junk look with an entire MONTH of unspent spunk backed up in his balls?

Despite himself, Sil found his paws back in his lap: one paw curling around the base of his shaft, the other paw hefting one of his heavy testicles. Touching himself felt...right.

<i>No cumming,</i> the male reminded himself sternly. <i>Absolutely NO cumming. But I mean...maybe a little bit more touching would be okay?</i>

It felt a bit like cheating...but then again, the challenge was “No-NUT November”, not “No-TOUCH November”. Sil sat there for an indecisive moment, feeling his heartbeat through the steady pulsing of his dick.

“...5 strokes,” the male declared finally, to no one in particular. 5 strokes, and then he would let go of his dick and move on with the rest of his evening. With his mind made up, the cat gave his dick a first experimental pump—

THROB.

—and moaned in contentment, his body melting back into his chair. 

“O-one,” he warbled.

Tuesday, November 2nd, 9:05am

Last night had been a bad idea.

Once Sil had started to touch himself, he had found it very, very difficult to stop. “5 strokes” had quickly turned into 10, and 10 had turned into 20, and 20 had turned into a long, slow edging session that lasted the better part of an hour. By the time the feline finally tore his paws away from his twitching cock, he was panting with arousal, and the length of his shaft was slick with pre.

A cold shower was enough to make his erection go away for the time being, but falling asleep afterwards had still been…difficult. Lying alone in the dark, it was hard to ignore the gentle but persistent ache in his balls — a nagging reminder of the orgasm that he had denied himself. The orgasm that he would continue to deny himself for another 29 days.

Sil did drift off eventually. When he woke up, he was greeted by that same dull ache in his nuts and by a fierce case of morning wood. His dick strained eagerly against the waistband of his boxers, like a pet waiting to be let outside.

The cat rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes from his dresser, trying to make himself presentable for his morning engineering class. He threw on a old red t-shirt and a pair of joggers…though the latter took a bit of careful maneuvering. With a shiver and a groan, Sil wrapped a paw around his thick erection and then stuffed it down into his pants, adjusting his junk so that the outline of his hard cock wouldn’t be immediately obvious to anyone who looked at his groin. It took a moment, but eventually he succeeded.

Again, it took some effort for the feline to ultimately pull his paw away. “No touching…” the male reminded himself wearily. It had only been one day, but all that edging had REALLY not been helpful.

Sil tossed his backpack over his shoulder, took a deep breath, and headed out to face the day.

Tuesday, November 2nd, 11:15am

BRRRRRRRRING!

“…Aaand I guess that will have to wait for next class.” The professor — a tall, well-dressed eagle in her late 30s — set down her chalk. “We’ll pick things up on Thursday. Remember, problem set #5 should be finished by then, and you should be starting to review for the midterm!”

Sil nodded, only half paying attention. He reached down for his bookbag, wincing as his cock shifted in his pants and gave a particularly forceful twitch in response.

Following the day’s lecture had been a little trickier than usual. Prof. Eastings was a very charismatic teacher, and he always enjoyed her class, but he wasn’t usually toting around an unspent load in his spunk-makers when he tried to focus on her. It didn’t help that the female had worn a rather tight pencil skirt on this particular day, such that Sil’s gaze kept drifting downwards from the cursive on the chalkboard to the curves of her rear.

Sil had written down plenty of class notes in his notebook that morning, but there was one doodle in the margin that had clearly taken up the bulk of his attention. “Day 2 of 30”, it read, with a little drawing of his own feline face — looking happy, but perhaps a bit weary too. He had drawn a little thermometer right next to it, with the mercury filling up about half of the tube, and with a few droplets of condensation dripping off the bottom. The whole thing had been circled, then underlined, then double-underlined.

“Nnnf,” the cat groaned to himself, rising to his feet. As subtly as he could, he pushed his stiff dick to one side, trying to tuck it behind the waistband of his joggers to make it a little less noticeable.

“Sil!” A hand slapped him across the back.

“AH!” The male jumped in surprise, instinctively scrambling to hold his notebook in front of his groin.

“Dude, why so jumpy?” The deer laughed, nudging him with an elbow. “Scared I’m gonna pants you or something?”

Sil exhaled slowly. “Hi, Jin.”

Jin was a good friend, if an aggravating one. The deer was lithe and lean, with a healthy rack of antlers and a healthy rump to counter-balance it. He was playful, teasing, and a bit of a slut.

Oh, and gay. Very gay. In his Tinfur profile, he described himself as “a power bottom with a powerful bottom”. He could usually be found making snarky posts on the internet and/or sitting in someone’s lap.

“Seriously, you look like I just caught you jerking off,” joked the deer.

Sil’s dick twitched. “...Not exactly,” he muttered.

Jin raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask any further questions, another friend arrived.

“Hey guys.” Zel brushed the hair out of her eyes, as cool and calm as ever. “What’s up?”

Zel was an imposingly large dragoness: a full seven feet tall, with scales of a dark silver-blue that faded into a lighter gray on her legs and her tail. She was both fit and full-figured, with generous breasts above her tight stomach. Her thick thighs bulged with a hint of muscle.

She was also an extraordinarily composed individual. She carried herself with a sense of confidence and control that made her seem older and more experienced than she actually was. But if you got to know her better — as Sil and Jim both had — beneath that unflappable exterior was a loyal friend who was remarkably perceptive.

“Hey Zel!” Jin greeted her with a grin.

Zel looked at Sil, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She scanned his body language, glancing at his ears, his eyes, his paws.

“You seem...” Her eyes flicked to his groin, then back up. “...agitated.”

Sil blushed. He and his friends were very open with each other, and Zel and Jin were well aware of both his NSFW art and his over-productive sex drive. Still, it felt a little awkward to discuss his current predicament, especially as other students drifted by. “I’m, uh,” he coughed, “I’m just...I’m a little pent-up, that’s all.”

“You haven’t cum today,” Zel asserted, continuing to read his body language. The dragoness tilted her head slightly. “...Or yesterday?” she asked, slightly less sure of that diagnosis.

“Ohhhh SHIT.” Jin’s face lit up with glee as he put two and two together. “Are you doing No-Nut November??”

Sil’s dick twitched again. “Uh—“

“What’s ‘No-Nut November’?” asked Zel curiously.

“Exactly what it sounds like,” snickered Jin. “Dude can’t cum all month. It’s an internet thing.”

Zel frowned, her gaze dropping to Sil’s crotch once more. “That sounds...difficult.”

“It is,” blurted the feline, his blush intensifying. He dropped his voice to a whisper, trying to ensure that other people nearby didn’t overhear the conversation. “It is. But it’s, um...it sounded hot, and it’s something I wanted to try? So I’m doing it.”

Jin laughed — a single loud bark of disbelief. “Man, I’m sorry, but there’s no way you can make it a whole month.”

“I totally can!” Sil insisted.

“You?” Jin remained skeptical. “Dude, you draw porn as a hobby and jerk off every day. You’re one of the horniest guys I know.”

Zel shrugged. “I mean, I’m impressed that you’ve made it past 24 hours. Not many guys can do that where I come from.”

“Thanks,” Sil replied, grateful for any kind of affirmation.

“—But a whole month does sound pretty implausible,” the dragoness continued, shaking her head. “I mean, you’re noticeably struggling, so I imagine your balls must already be pretty swollen—“

“HAHA COOL,” Sil interrupted, trying to cut the female off before she could remind him any further about the ache in his nuts. “THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT, GUYS.”

“No problem,” winked Jin, planting a hand on his waist and thrusting one hip out provocatively. “If you need any nudes to not-masturbate to, just let me know.”

“Jin,” Zel scolded him, “don’t tease him. He’s going to have a hard enough time as it is.”

“Emphasis on ‘hard’.” Jin looked pointedly at the tent in the feline’s pants.

Sil sighed wearily. “Okay. Well, I have a math class to get to, so as much as I’d love to keep talking about my dick—“

“We know you would~” interjected Jin.

“—that’ll have to wait,” Sil finished, glaring at the deer. “So I’ll see you guys later?”

The dragoness nodded. “Of course. After dinner, maybe.”

Jin nodded. “If you’re not too busy jerking it.”

Sil rolled his eyes. “Cool. Catch you two later.” Hoisting his bookbag up over his shoulder, the feline turned and began to walk off.

“GOOD LUCK KEEPING IT IN YOUR BALLS!” Jin shouted after him helpfully, earning several confused looks from his fellow students.

Tuesday, November 2nd, 8:43pm

Sil sat at his desk in his dorm room, working on commissions and trying to ignore his dick.

When the male had originally planned out his nut-free November, he had thought that taking on a few NSFW commissions would be a fun way to tease himself, and a nice outlet for some of his pent-up horny energy. As a result, he now had a small queue of pornographic drawings to work his way through, in various states of completion.

But now that Sil was actually denying himself, with a gallon or two of unspent spunk packed into his twin cum tanks, that “fun” task seemed a lot more daunting. Even setting aside the pieces that included cumshots (and there were several), it was a struggle to focus on drawing naked bodies doing sexy things when his own erection was crying out for attention.

Currently he was sketching out a handjob: a fit feline with her fingers wrapped around a shark boy’s drooling length. For the last ten minutes, he had been zoomed in on the male’s junk, rendering every inch of his dick in loving detail. With each stroke of his pen, his neglected cock throbbed in his pants, begging for a stroke of its own.

“Mmrrrgh,” Sil grumbled to himself, tracing the shark’s dick vein for the fourth time.

BLOO-BLEEP.

The feline glanced up at his monitor, where a new message had just arrived.

<i>{jinnnnn} yo
{jinnnnn} what’s up?</i>

Sil set down his pen for a moment, reaching out for his keyboard. The mechanical keys clacked as he began to type.

<i>{sil_art} Yo! Working on commissions
{jinnnnn} cooool
{jinnnnn} smutty ones?
{sil_art} Yeah
{sil_art} Drawing dicks 🙃
{jinnnnn} lolll
{jinnnnn} i mean hey, even if u can’t nut at least your characters can</i>

Sil’s dick throbbed again, a thick drop of pre escaping from his cum-stuffed balls. The feline shivered, looking down at his groin. A visible wet spot had begun to form where the head of his dick was trapped against his thigh.

<i>{sil_art} Haha, very funny 😤
{jinnnnn} just don’t think about how full yr nuts are and youll be fine
{jinnnnn} (sooooo full)
{jinnnnn} and try not to edge yourself too much</i>

THROB. Sil instinctively squeezed his thighs together, moaning as another tremor of pleasure ran through his cock — then he forced his thighs back apart, trying to override his horny desires.

<i>{sil_art} I’m not THAT close
{sil_art} I mean, I edged for a bit last night and it was fine
{jinnnnn} lol seriously?
{jinnnnn} then you DEFINITELY couldn’t take any more edging tonight, my dude</i>

Sil huffed. Sure, he was starting to get very pent-up, but it wasn’t like a single touch would set him off.

<i>{sil_art} Lol whatever, I could totally keep edging  
{jinnnnn} are you edging right now?
{sil_art} No
{jinnnnn} well then why don’t you start
{jinnnnn} ?
{sil_art is typing…}</i>

The feline hesitated for a moment, then typed back a defiant reply:

<i>{sil_art} Maybe I will</i>

Jin’s reply came back immediately:

<i>{jinnnnn} DO IT COWARD 💦</i>

Sil bit his lip, glancing over at the carefully drawn shark erection that filled the entire screen of his drawing tablet…

…and then off came his pants, as quick as he could pull them off. His dick immediately sprung up to meet him, hard and quivering and alive. Cautiously he reached down with his left paw, encircling the base between his thumb and two forefingers. He gave the needy length a squeeze, groaning through his teeth as a milky white glob of precum oozed from the tip, thickened from almost 2 full days without a release. A moment later, it dripped onto the floor with a quiet plop.

The rational part of Sil’s brain reminded him that he had tried edging last night and regretted it in the morning. The excuse-making part of Sil’s brain pointed out that he had been SUPPOSED to stop at 5 strokes, and that he only felt bad in the morning because he hadn’t stuck to his own limits. Clearly, 5 strokes was not enough…but stroking all night was far too much. So what was a good limit in between?

“…One edge per picture,” the male resolved after a few seconds, looking down at his trembling erection and his two fat balls. He could stroke as much as he wanted to for now…but if he got too close to the edge, he would have to let go of his cock until he finished the current picture that he was working on and moved on to the next one.

It seemed like an okay plan. It had a built-in cool-down period, and it didn’t require him to count strokes or to do anything else that would require concentrated focus or brainpower. And since he only had a handful of commissions to work through, there was little risk that he would stay up all night edging himself and overfilling his poor, cum-stuffed testicles.

Shakily, Sil picked back up his stylus in his right paw, returning to his art-in-progress. But first—

BLOO-BLEEP.
<i>{jinnnnn} are you doing it???</i>

Sil gave his length a few slow, tentative pumps, his toeclaws curling at the rush of forbidden pleasure that coursed through his veins. GOD, touching his dick felt good. It had been 2 days, but he could still remember in detail just how satisfying it had felt to empty his nuts all over the shower wall. Was he really planning on giving that up for an entire month? December 1st seemed so, so far away…

<i>{sil_art} Yes, fine, I’m edging. Happy now?
{jinnnnn} YES
{jinnnnn} i mean: yes
{jinnnnn} god your balls are gonna ache so bad tomorrow
{sil_art} I’m a big boy, I can handle it
{jinnnnn} we’ll see</i>

The feline turned back to his sketched-out shark boy. For a moment, his stylus lingered over the shark’s heavy testicles: a pair of apple-sized orbs that were drawn in tight against the base of the male’s cock as his female companion kept stroking away and bringing him closer to orgasm.

Quickly Sil erased those orbs, and began to sketch in an even larger pair.