A No Nut November Finale To Remember

My balls were so full. The discomfort had faded weeks ago, but after a whole month of no release—no ejaculations, only the occasional break for hygiene—my cock was desperate to be let out and loved. The constant attempts at getting hard, only to be painfully constricted by the bars of whatever cage Addison had picked for me that day, were starting to wear me down.

Thirty days. Every time my brain had even a second to spare, I felt it—my cock twitching, growing, throbbing in its prison. But today, the last day of No Nut November, I was hopeful. Surely, Addy didn’t have any more surprises waiting for me.

I’d spent the past month catering to her every need, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, thinking each time she might finally be satisfied. But she never was. And each of her climaxes left me more desperate, more achingly aware of what I couldn’t have.

Well, I could have as much of her as I wanted—her body, her moans, her pleasure—so long as I didn’t cum. That was the rule, and I’d stuck to it, holding out the entire month. My first-ever No Nut November, completed (so far) without failure.

The past week had been especially brutal. I’d been waking up at 4 a.m. every morning, lying in bed staring at the ceiling as my cock throbbed painfully in its cage, unable to relax or sleep. I’d started getting up early, letting Addison sleep in while I made coffee and tried to distract myself.

This morning was no different. I was sipping my coffee, scrolling mindlessly on my phone, when it buzzed with a message.

It was from Addison.

My breath caught as I opened the picture—a close-up of her pussy, glistening and wet, her fingers teasingly resting at her entrance. My cock instantly throbbed in its cage, precum pooling in my briefs. I couldn’t think of anything else as I put down my coffee and made my way to the bedroom.

I could hear her soft moans as I walked down the hall, and when I stepped into the room, the faint hum of her bullet vibrator filled the air. She was under the blanket, her body writhing in time with her moans.

The sight of her made my cock pulse harder, the ache almost unbearable. I walked closer, and just as I reached the foot of the bed, her body tensed. Her moans grew higher and sharper until they peaked in a silent scream. She rolled onto her side, trembling, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure overtook her.

When she finally stilled, her eyes fluttered open and locked with mine. That cheeky, satisfied smile played on her lips.

“You made it just in time,” she teased, her voice still breathless.

“Looks like I’m a little late,” I replied, painfully aware of how soaked my briefs were with precum.

She rolled back onto her back, her legs falling open lazily. “Nope, just in time,” she said, her smile widening.

I didn’t need more of an invitation. I climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs, my lips immediately finding her slick, swollen pussy. Her taste hit me like a drug, and I couldn’t stop myself, my tongue circling her clit before sucking it gently into my mouth.

Her thighs clenched around my head as her hands gripped the sheets. Her moans grew louder, her hips grinding against my face as I worked her with my tongue.

My hands slid up her body, massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples lightly, drawing gasps from her lips. One hand drifted back down, sliding two fingers inside her. I curled them up, hitting just the right spot, and her body tensed immediately. Her cries turned into muffled screams as she cupped her hands over her mouth and her hips bucked wildly.

I kept going, curling my fingers and circling her clit with my tongue until her second orgasm hit, even stronger than the first. Her thighs quivered around my head as her body arched off the bed, her moans filling the room.

My cock throbbed painfully in its cage, the base ring pulling my balls tight, but I didn’t care. Her pleasure was worth it.

When her body finally relaxed, I crawled up the bed to greet her. She looked at me with a blissful, post-orgasmic haze, her cheeks flushed and her hair a wild mess.

I leaned in to kiss her, my lips lingering on hers as I tried to soak up the moment. Addison smiled against my mouth, her expression playful yet satisfied.

“It’s the last day of November today!” she said, her tone light but teasing.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.

“I’m just looking forward to whatever you have in store for me,” I replied honestly, though my cock throbbed painfully in its cage at the thought.

“You’ll have to wait until later,” she said, grinning mischievously, her voice filled with that infuriatingly sexy confidence. Then, as her legs parted, she added, “But for now… I want your cock inside me.”

My mind reeled as I stared at her, sprawled out, her body practically begging for more. How could she possibly still want more? I didn’t question it for long.

I jumped up eagerly, grabbing the strap-on harness. Addison’s eyes lit up, her lips parting slightly as she watched me buckle it around my hips. Her gaze locked on me as I attached the large dildo to the Vac-U-Lock. She bit her bottom lip, catching it between her teeth as her thighs pressed together briefly, then opened wide for me again.

I climbed between her legs, leaning over her as I guided the toy to her entrance. The head pressed against her slick folds, and her hips arched slightly, welcoming me in. Slowly, I pushed forward, watching her mouth fall open as she gasped in pleasure.

Her body pushed harder against me, her face relaxing into a dreamy smile as she rolled her hips, taking me deeper. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, and she moaned into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusted to the fullness of the toy.

I started slow, pulling out gently before sliding back in. Her body responded immediately, her moans growing louder as I gradually picked up the pace.

“No lube needed,” I thought to myself, marveling at how wet she was for me.

Her moans became breathy, uncontrolled, each thrust drawing more desperate noises from her lips. I couldn’t help but smirk as I felt my caged cock twitch, precum leaking steadily and trickling down my thighs.

“Fuck me harder,” she managed, her voice breaking with need.

I obliged, gripping her hips and driving the toy deeper, watching her head tilt back as her eyes rolled. Her moans turned into cries, and her body tensed beneath me, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, holding me in place as her orgasm consumed her.

I stayed buried deep inside her as her body trembled, letting her ride out every wave of pleasure. She pulled me down to her chest, her breath warm and shaky against my neck.

I took the opportunity to press my lips to her breast, gently sucking and kissing as her fingers ran through my hair. Her hips kept moving, slow and rhythmic, her body still savoring the fullness of the toy.

She looked down at me, her eyes heavy with satisfaction as she cupped my face and pulled me up for another kiss.

Her legs wrapped around me once more, and I couldn’t resist teasing, “Are you ready for another round?”

Addison met my gaze, her lips curving into a sly smile. Slowly, she shook her head.

“No, I didn’t really need that one,” she admitted, her voice soft but tinged with mischief. “I just know it drives you crazy.”

Typical Addison. She knew how much I loved pleasuring her and took full advantage of it, but I couldn’t deny that it pushed me in all the best ways. If it meant giving her more orgasms, it was a win-win.

I slowly pulled away, dragging the dildo out of her as her body shivered slightly. Leaning down, I kissed my way down her torso, trailing my tongue over her skin until I reached her pussy once more.

I cleaned her up with slow, deliberate licks, savoring every taste of her. The satisfied sighs leaving her lips were all the reward I needed.

Once I was sure she was comfortable and blissfully spent, I kissed my way back up her body. She pulled me into her arms, and for just a moment, we lay there together in the quiet, the warmth of her body pressed against mine as I braced myself for the last torturous day of No Nut November.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of routine, though nothing about it ever felt truly “normal.” With my cock encased in the cage, every movement, every brush of fabric, every passing thought of Addison brought a fresh wave of aching awareness.

That constant reminder was exactly how she liked it. My cock was hers, and she made sure I never forgot it.

Addison spent the day teasing me here and there, subtle little things that felt like nothing to her but everything to me. A playful glance, her fingers casually brushing against my cage as she walked by, the way she stretched on the couch in nothing but a loose t-shirt. Every little gesture was designed to keep me teetering on the edge of frustration and desire.

I couldn’t help but reflect on the month as I went about my usual chores, my cock throbbing with every step. So far this month, Addison had pushed me in every way imaginable. I’d been pegged—hard, deep, and relentlessly—until I couldn’t think straight. I’d been sounded, the cold steel stretching me in ways I never thought I’d enjoy, yet somehow craved now. I’d been bound, gagged, forced to surrender all control to her whims, and forced to watch as she pleasured herself, her moans driving me wild while I could do nothing but sit there, locked and leaking.

And, of course, I’d been “forced” to pleasure her however she wanted. Not that I ever resisted.

It wasn’t just the physical side of things. The mental challenge was relentless. My cock had been locked away the entire time, a constant state of arousal and denial. Not once had I been allowed to cum, though Addison had made sure I was always this close. My cock, now hypersensitive after weeks of being untouched, pressed painfully against the bars of the cage, leaking almost constantly.

There were moments—brief, fleeting moments—where I found myself enjoying the sensation. The tightness, the way the cage reminded me of who I belonged to, the way it kept me focused on her and her alone.

But there were other moments, darker ones, when the frustration clawed at me. Times when I almost caved, when I wanted to beg her for release, consequences be damned. Addison never made it easier on me, though. If anything, she seemed to thrive on pushing me closer to my breaking point.

She seemed to love these back-to-back monthly challenges, the way they gave her complete control, the way they left me raw and vulnerable. And, honestly, I couldn’t blame her. As torturous as it was, I couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Every tease, every denied orgasm, every moment spent locked in some version of chastity had only brought us closer. And even though I knew the day wasn’t over yet, I could already feel the weight of what this month had meant for both of us.

As we climbed into bed, my heart raced. The anticipation of release after so long was almost overwhelming. My cock throbbed with every thought, every brush of the cage against my skin. I was hopeful, desperate even. Surely, tonight would finally be the night.

Addison grabbed my hand, her fingers soft but firm as she led me to the center of the bed. With a gentle push, she guided me onto my back, climbing on top of me. Her body pressed against mine as she leaned down, her lips brushing mine with teasing slowness.

“Are you ready?” she whispered, her voice soft but dripping with mischief. “It’s been a long month for you.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I didn’t want to beg, though I felt like I was teetering on the edge of doing just that.

She grinned knowingly, her dripping pussy pressing against my caged cock as she ground her hips back and forth. The warmth, the wetness—it was pure torment. I bucked up instinctively, desperate for more, but the bars of the cage held me back, denying me any true sensation.

“All right,” she said after a moment, pulling away slightly. “But I get off first.”

She slid up my body, her thighs straddling my head as she lowered herself onto my face. Her scent overwhelmed me immediately, her slick heat pressing against my lips as I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her closer. My tongue found her clit, circling it before sucking it gently into my mouth.

Her moans filled the room, her hips grinding against my face as I worked her with my tongue. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as she rode me. She reached back, her hand finding my caged balls, squeezing them just enough to make me gasp against her. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, and I was lost in her.

Her hips stuttered, her moans breaking into cries as her orgasm washed over her. She trembled above me, her fingers gripping my hair as she rode out every wave of pleasure.

When she finally pulled away, I was shaking, my body trembling with unfulfilled need. Addison leaned down, her fingers grazing the key that hung around her neck.

“I think I’ve made you wait long enough,” she teased, her voice low and sweet.

She reached for the cage, unlocking it with a soft click. My cock sprang free, hard and pulsing, the sensation almost foreign after so long. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking me lightly as her tongue flicked over the tip, licking up the steady stream of precum.

“How do you want it?” she asked, her voice sultry as she looked up at me.

“I want to fuck you,” I said immediately, the words spilling out before I could think. “I want to cum inside you.”

Her smile widened, her lips curling into a wicked smirk as she shook her head.

“Denial December is going to be a bitch,” she said, her voice full of teasing delight.

My heart sank, the weight of her words hitting me like a brick.

“Please, Addy,” I muttered, my voice cracking with desperation.

“You’re pussy free now sweety” she exclaimed with a glint in her eye.

She kissed me softly, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered, “It won’t be forever. Just until I need it.” She winked, her teasing smile making my heart ache even as my cock pulsed.

“I kinda want to fuck you” she said. Before I could respond, she slid off the bed, retrieving something from the drawer. When she returned, she held up a new toy—a massive Hankey’s dildo that made my breath hitch.

She guided me onto my stomach, her hands gentle but firm as she spread lube across my ass. Slowly, she slid a finger inside, then two, working me open with practiced ease. Her fingers curled, pressing against my prostate, and I moaned loudly, pushing back against her touch.

“You’re going to love this,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear as she climbed between my legs and pressed the tip of the toy against me.

The stretch was intense. My mouth hung open as she eased it inside, taking her time, letting me adjust to its size. It was bigger than anything I’d taken before, but Addison was patient, her hands soothing as she worked it deeper.

The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch filling me completely as she thrust slowly. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm, the toy hitting every spot just right. I moaned loudly, my cock leaking onto the bed as the pressure built inside me.

Addison quickened her pace, her hands gripping my hips as she drove the toy deeper. My prostate throbbed, the pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My body tensed, every muscle locking up as I came harder than I ever had before. The pleasure radiated through me in waves, leaving me shaking and breathless as she slowed, then stopped, keeping the toy buried deep inside me.

Addison leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before pulling out slowly. She disappeared to clean up, leaving me lying in a daze, my body trembling and my mind reeling.

When she returned, she climbed back onto the bed, rolled me over and grabbing my cock which was still hard, “Good” she says as her body slides against mine as she straddled me.

“I think we both needed this,” she murmured, guiding my cock to her sweet pussy.

not expecting it, i was excited i finally get to be inside her. She sank down onto me, her pussy gripping me tightly as she began to move. I matched her rhythm, my hands on her hips as she rode me. Her moans grew louder, her movements more frantic as her orgasm built and i could tell instantly that my 2nd wasn't far away.

When she finally came, her walls pulsing around me, I couldn’t hold back. I came deep inside her, filling her with everything I’d been holding back for the past month.

We collapsed together, our bodies tangled in a mess of sweat and satisfaction. For a moment, the world was quiet, nothing but the sound of our breathing filling the room.

Then, Addison broke the silence, her voice soft but playful.

“Okay, Denial December starts now.”

She handed me the cage, her expression leaving no room for argument. Without a word, I slid it back on, watching as she locked it and placed the key around her neck once more.

The release had been brief, but it was enough—for now.

I was just glad to see the end of November.

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