HypNovember Collection 2025

29. The No Nut November Sting

by AmusCobblestone

Tags: #cw:noncon #cw:protagonist_death #cw:sexual_assault #dom:female #dom:male #f/f #f/m #sub:female #sub:male #dom:nb #domestic #induction #mass_hypnosis #microfiction #multiple_partners #Spanish #sub:nb #titnosis

All events and characters in the following story are fictional and intended for adults over 18. The story contains fantastical depictions of mind control, hypnosis, and probably contains dubcon/CNC elements. The events depicted are for the sole purpose of recreation and roleplay. None of the events should be interpreted as any kind of facsimile of reality. NONE of the following writing is permitted to be used to train any kind of LLM or AI language program. None of the following writing should be reproduced without the express permission of the author.

“Morning, Mike,” Vanessa said, sauntering into the common room wearing panties and a loose button-up shirt, her supple breasts peeking through. “How’s that No Nut November challenge going for you?”

“Yeah, how are you doing with that, Mike?” Kate said, following her roommate in tight yoga pants and a stretchy exercise top. She stretched her long, muscular legs, sticking her round ass out. “You’re not going to cave to the pressure, are you?”

Mike sat at the table of his girlfriend’s house, pretending not to be absolutely tortured by her roommates’ relentless teasing. He scarfed down several spoonfuls of Rice Krispies and tried to keep his eyes on his phone.

Kate and Vanessa took a seat next to each other at the table, winking mischievously at each other.

“Vanessa! Are you riding your cycles? Your tits are looking luscious today!” Kate said with a grin.

Mike pressed his mouth into a thin line.

“Oh, thank you, Kate!” Vanessa gushed. “You want to touch them?”

“Oh, by all means!” Kate said as she shamelessly groped her roommate’s naked tits through the sheer shirt.

Mike breathed out steadily through his nose, his frustration a boiling pot. He took a nervous sip of coffee as Kate pinched and licked Vanessa’s nipples.

“Oh, give the poor guy a break!” Morgan scolded, walking into the room in her bathrobe. “He’s got one day left, and he’s been on his best behavior, so show my boyfriend a little respect!”

Kate and Vanessa rolled their eyes, reluctantly getting up and sauntering back to their rooms, swinging their butts in sync with each other.

“Sorry about them!” Morgan said, taking a seat next to Mike. “They know you’re near the end and I think they’re nervous that they’ll going to lose the bet.”

“They’re laying it on thick,” Mike said, his fingers twitching as he reached for his spoon. Twenty nine days. Four weeks and a day of no nutting, no cumming, no orgasms for an entire month. When his girlfriend suggested he try the challenge as a fun, tease-and-denial game, he had been skeptical, but Morgan had an extra flavor to add to the mix.

“I can help keep your focus and concentration,” she explained to Mike during their last Halloween after a sloppy, stoned, sex session that had ended just before midnight. “Why don’t you just look at my pocket watch, and I’ll explain all about it.”

That was all it took. Mike had played little hypno games with his girlfriend before, but wasn’t expecting her surprise mental assault. A few minutes later, he was eagerly nodding his head as Morgan explained how her words were wrapping around his cock and balls, sealing them tight, locking them up, while she kept the key nice and safe for him.

“Let’s give you some motivation,” Morgan explained with a sly grin. “If you can last an entire month of no cumming, and believe me, I’ll know if you cheat, then I’ll turn my roommates into your personal slaves for an entire month. But, if you screw up, you have to be our slave for an entire year. Sound good?”

Mike automatically agreed, his eyes lost to the sway of her pocket watch.

“I can give you some help, make it easier for you to stick to your regiment?” Morgan said, cuddling close to her boyfriend. Her hand snaked around to his cock, lying flaccid in his lap. She gently massaged him, bringing his prick to half-stocked.

“Just remember, as the month goes on and you get more pent up, more desperate, if you’re ever tempted to give yourself a sneaky rub in the shower, or late at night in bed, you’ll get sleepier and sleepier the closer you get to cumming. The closer you get to getting off, the closer you get to snoozeland…”

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling him getting stiffer and stiffer…

“sleepier and sleepier…as you get harder and harder…until you sleep!”

Mike’s head dropped to the side, snoring loudly.

“No cummies for you, dear!” Morgan said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Now, at the end of the month, Mike was nearly frothing at the mouth. He had less than twenty four hours to go. Somehow Morgan’s two slutty roommates got wind of their wager and were desperately trying to temp Mike into sin without actually laying their hands on him. He had no idea why he felt compelled to attend their girl nights with Morgan, watching them strut around half-naked while he whimpered in the corner. Or why he was gracious enough to go with Morgan to gym every day, treating himself to a smorgasbord of tight asses and toned legs.

Mike could feel his blood pressure rising every day, or maybe it was just the pressure in his full, sloshing balls.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Morgan said, laying her hand on her boyfriend’s wrist. “You’ll be done soon.”

Se let her robe fall open, revealing her round tits. Mike’s prick immediately jumped at the sight and he felt a wave of exhaustion roll through him.

“Now, why don’t you go and take a nap?” She suggested. Mike was helpless to resist.

The day ticked on at a snail’s pace as Mike drifted through spells of horniness, desperation, and impromptu narcolepsy. Finally, bedtime rolled around and Mike bade the three roommates goodnight, ignoring the kissy faces they made as they shimmied their breasts.

“You be careful!” Mike finally bit back. “I know you know what the stakes are. Tomorrow I expect you two to have my coffee made with eggs and toast in the morning!”

“Oh no! We’re so worried!” Vanessa said. The two girls giggled uncontrollably. Mike scowled and went to bed, tossing in his sheets before drifting off.

He awoke feeling Morgan’s soft hands caressing his body, whispering to him in her sweet, low voice.

“Waking up now…still dreaming…opening your eyes…still sleeping…watching the watch…”

Morgan’s silver pocket watch swayed over his face. He let his eyes track the movement, the metal glittering in the low light. His mind was a blank slate, filling up with Morgan’s words.

“Follow me…rising up and follow the watch..”

Mike felt his body drift out of bed and begin to shuffle forward, led by the swinging pocket watch. Morgan led him down stair to the common room. Vaness and Kate were kneeling near the center of the floor, wearing sheer white gowns and surrounded by candles. They wore placid grins on their faces and swayed in the glowing light.

“Come here…” Morgan whispered to Mike. She pointed to a reclining seat in the center of the room. “Sit down…”

Mike obeyed, his naked cock sticking up like a rod between his legs. A grandfather clock ticked away on the far wall. Morgan stood behind Mike’s head, letting her watch dangle in front of him, his head leaning back into her pillowy breasts.

“Watch the watch, Mike…letting it guide you deeper into my power…I have the keys to your cock, Mike…your cock that feels so needy…so desperate…so much cum sloshing around in those big balls of yours…aching to come out…”

“Aching…aching to cum…you need to cum…” Vanessa and Kate chanted as they ran their hands up Mike’s smooth thighs, brushing against his ball sack.

“So much frustration…it’s so hard to think with all that cum in your balls, Mike…you’d do anything to blow off all that tension…let all that cum drain out of you…wouldn’t you, Mike?”

Vanessa and Kate giggled as they caressed and tickled Mike’s balls, he grunted in frustration, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the watch.

“…yes…yes, Morgan…wanna cum…wanna cum…” He mumbled, sleepily.

“And you will, Mike, nearly time now, just as soon as I give you the key…” Morgan smile and took her watch away. Mike’s gaze immediately refocused on the swinging pendulum of the grandfather clock. The clock that read 11:48.

Morgan pressed a lever that pulled Mike’s chair back to a near supine position. Mike gazed up to see his girlfriend’s naked pussy hovering over his face.

“Find the key, now,” Morgan commanded.

Mike buried his face in Morgan’s slit, lapping and licking as he felt his cock grow harder and harder. A wave of sleepiness assaulted him, but Mike kept licking. He was already asleep and dreaming, after all. As Morgan moaned and writhed on top of him, Vanessa and Kate continued to caress and lightly pinch his scrotum, never touching his aching cock that was growing stiffer and more sensitive with every passing second.

Mike delved in deeper, his tongue searching for the key to his release, desperate to shoot his load. A little closer…a littler closer…

Morgan threw her head back and moaned loudly, her ejaculate gushing over Mike’s face.

“You have the key! You have the key! Cum! Cum! Cum! For us, now!”

Time slowed down for Mike as he felt a torrent open through his cock, a river of warm liquid spurting through him. It didn’t come in strained bursts but rather as a continuous jet of semen, flushing out of his balls.

Vanessa and Kate giggled excitedly as the held up glass jars to collect the pint of semen gushing from Mike’s cock. Morgan would need the male elixir to make her usual slew of potions to help the girls look more attractive and to use to collect more boytoys. Mike’s mind was trapped in a whirlpool of pleasure and elation, his primordial mind overjoyed at releasing all his pent up seed.

Finally, Mike’s cock ebbed off and a curtain of sleep descended over his brain. The grandfather clock chimed twelve.

The next day, Mike woke up early and put on his apron. He had a busy day, starting with making all the girls breakfast before he got to work cleaning their apartment. It would be a long year as their personal slave, but at least he would get a chance to turn the tables starting next November.     

If you enjoy my writing, I love getting feedback and/or constructive, respectful criticism at amuscobblestone@gmail.com.  Follow my tumblr at www.tumblr.com/amuscobblestone 

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