Overload, pt. 2

[b]Wednesday, November 3rd, 8:14am[/b]

GOD, the fucking ACHE.

Once again, Sil had managed to stay up past midnight, his balls churning as he ever-so-slowly pumped his twitching, drooling cock. The feline had only hit the edge a few times — once per drawing, as promised — but each time, he had slowed down to enjoy the approach, stretching out the experience into a solid 10 minutes of shivers and moans.

By the end of each edge, his fingers moved at a glacial pace: one careful stroke every few seconds, stoking the fires of his orgasm until a single firm squeeze could have pushed him over the edge. At that point he would stop — his grip tight around the base of his thick erection, the head of his cock taut and shiny with unreleased tension — and wait for the moment to pass. The pent-up feline watched a steady stream of precum ooze down his length, his body begging for permission to finish. His balls clenched as he held his load back, his testicles feeling like a pair of lead oranges between his thighs. With each second, he could feel the pressure growing in his swollen orbs, his thickened seed pushing up against the base of his cock in the hopes of breaking free.

But eventually, his dick retreated from the edge of eruption. As his unspent spunk settled back into his nuts, leaving them even more cum-stuffed than before, Sil would begrudgingly go back to drawing explicit sex acts on his tablet, and leave his violently twitching dick alone until he started work on the next drawing.

All of which added up into a serious case of blue balls.

Sil had woken up the next morning with an erection so hard that it felt like he was going to rip through his underwear. Precum had soaked through the front of his boxers and matted his groin fur. It might have been his imagination, but as the male reached down and hefted his heavy ballsac in one paw, he swore he could feel the pent-up cum sloshing in his spunk tanks. The poor orbs RADIATED ache. Sil whined softly as he rolled them between his fingers, his dick still dripping pre onto his bare chest.

Once again, he carefully managed to squeeze his junk into some clothing — though this time, the bulges of his thick cock and his two fat nuts were fairly obvious to anyone who cared to look. With every step and every movement, his testicles made sure to remind him of just how much unspent spunk he was toting around between his legs.

As he headed out the door to face the day, Sil tried to brace himself, gritting his teeth against the throbbing in his loins. In the past, he had never made it more than 3 days without emptying his balls. Today was going to be a challenge…and a new record. Could he power through?

[b]Wednesday, November 3rd, 4:32pm[/b]

This was uncharted territory.

From the moment Sil had stepped out his door this morning, the day had been a struggle. At 8:30am, he had been optimistic that a full day of classes might help to distract him from his blue-balled struggles…but by 9:30am, it was clear that he would be unable to focus on anything but his own dick.

His cock had a life of its own at this point. No matter how hard the feline tried to ignore it, the permanently stiff length continued to twitch and throb, stretching down the length of one tight pant leg. Precum dampened the fur on his thigh, and left a growing wet spot on his joggers. His poor plums seemed to grow heavier by the minute. Even with his legs spread wide, there was barely enough room between the feline’s thighs to accomodate the swollen orbs — orbs that had nearly doubled in size over the past 3 days.

Sil had managed to persevere through an entire afternoon of classes, but the effort had taken its toll. As he left his final lecture of the day, the feline had to bite his lip to avoid moaning aloud. Every step caused enough friction against his dick to make his neckfur stand on end. Even worse, his cum-stuffed balls ached ferociously, packed full of unspent spunk. The male felt like he was holding back an ocean of cum in his poor, overworked testicles.

As the feline made his way back to his dorm room — slowly and grimly shambling his way across the campus green — his phone buzzed in his pocket. Sil gasped in surprise, letting out a throaty groan as the unexpected vibration reverberated through his groin. His balls clenched and churned at the teasing stimulation, and his cock twitched and spat out a thick spurt of precum, every nerve ending in his shaft lighting up with pleasure.

With a violent shiver, Sil shoved one paw into his pocket and yanked out the buzzing device before it could rile him up any further. He exhaled raggedly, pausing in place for a moment as he tried to regain his composure.

The phone buzzed again in his paw. Resignedly, he glanced down at it.

[i]{2 new messages from Zel}[/i]

Zel’s smiling face greeted him onscreen. So did her cleavage. The dragoness’s profile pic didn’t show off THAT much chest, but in Sil’s current hormone-crazed state, it was hard for him to ignore the sliver of bare breast that peeked out from her top.

The male shook his head, trying to focus. He tapped on the notification.

[i]{Zel} Hey friend! Hope you’re having a good day 😊
{Zel} Are you coming to yoga again tonight? Wanna meet up after dinner and head over together?[/i]

Ah, right. Zel went to yoga class every Wednesday night, and over the past month Sil had joined her a few times. Honestly, he had been so distracted by his own blue balls today that the thought of yoga hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Though now that he was thinking about it…OOF. A room full of well-sculpted bodies in form-fitting clothing, bent into all sorts of provocative poses? The sight of Zel in yoga pants had already distracted Sil more than once in that class…and been the focus of more than one masturbation session. In his current state, it seemed entirely possible that watching Zel do Downward Dog might be enough to make him spontaneously cum.

The male trembled as another drop of pent-up precum oozed from his denied dick. He took a long, slow breath, trying to calm his rattled nerves.

[i]{Sil} Sorry, I think I’m out
{Sil} Not sure I could hold myself together around all those yoga pants right now[/i]

The feline glanced back up at Zel’s profile pic. His eyes lingered on her chest for another moment.

Zel’s reply came back a moment later:

[i]{Zel} Ah right!! I completely forgot about November, sorry
{Zel} How is it going so far?[/i]

Sil’s paws quivered slightly as he tapped the on-screen keyboard:

[i]{Sil} Good! It’s hard but it’s good[/i]

His eyes drifted to her cleavage once again.

[i]{Zel} Well hang in there!
{Zel} Do you really think you can make it all month?[/i]

Sil stared blankly at the screen for a moment. All month. The entire fucking month of November. It hadn’t even been 3 full days yet. He wasn’t even 10% of the way to his goal, and already his nuts felt like they were overflowing. He had spent all afternoon daydreaming of handjobs and titfucks and a variety of other methods for emptying his hefty balls. If he listened hard enough, he could have sworn there was a quiet-but-audible rumble coming from his over-stuffed sac. And his blue, blue balls were only going to get bluer. Could he REALLY survive this kind of denial for an ENTIRE MONTH?

Hesitantly, he sent his reply:

[i]{Sil} …Yes?[/i]

Zel replied with her usual brand of upbeat encouragement:

[i]{Zel} Well I’m impressed — you’ve already beaten every silver dragon guy in existence, lol
{Zel} You got this! Just don’t blow it 😉[/i]

“Don’t blow it” was a dangerous choice of words. It immediately conjured an image of the massive load that was locked inside Sil’s aching balls — the gallons and gallons of kitten batter that were straining to escape from his poor orbs. The male glanced up at Zel’s profile pic one more time, and immediately wondered what the dragoness would look like glazed in his cum. His cock THROBBED, so hard it was almost painful.

God, he wished he could watch her do yoga right now.

Shakily, he sent a final reply:

[i]{Sil} All under control 👍[/i]

[b]Thursday, November 4th, 1:57am[/b]

Sil had been trying to fall asleep for almost two hours now.

The naked cat lay motionless in bed: flat on his back, paws at his sides, eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. His raging erection stood straight up like a flagpole. His bare thighs were spread wide to make room for the two swollen spunk-tanks that had now dominated his thoughts for the last three full days.

On the night of the 1st AND the night of the 2nd, Sil had made the poor decision to edge himself for several hours before bedtime. Now that he had 72 hours of cum boiling away in his balls — and a deep, intense nutache to match — it was clear that edging every night during No-Nut November was not a sustainable strategy. He could no longer be trusted to handle his own dick in the evenings. The only remaining option was to go touch-free.

Sil had removed his pants the moment he had gotten back to his room (in order to avoid any more frustrating friction from his joggers, or any more dangerous buzzing from his phone). Since then, he had successfully managed to avoid touching himself. It took an exhausting amount of willpower, given that his own erect dick was RIGHT THERE and CONSTANTLY THROBBING, but true to his word, he had managed to keep things under control.

Which was not to say that Sil hadn’t still made some serious mistakes that evening. For one thing, he had still spent several hours working on NSFW art commissions, sketching out big, messy cumshots while trying not to think about his own pent-up load. Every so often his thick dick would give a mighty twitch and slap against the underside of his wooden desk, firing a rope of semi-translucent pre across the floor and earning a shameless moan from the cum-crazed cat. Sil pushed onward, hoping that his art might provide an outlet for some of his overwhelming horniness…but eventually the ache in his balls grew so overwhelming that the male was forced to call it quits for the night. When he stood up to end the session, his balls felt twice as heavy as they had when he originally sat down. A sizeable puddle of pre was left behind on the bedroom floor.

And now…well, now there was nothing to do but lie awake in bed and bask in the radiating ache of pure, distilled blue balls. Despite his no-touch rule, Sil had granted himself permission to gently fondle his heavy nuts, in an attempt to help soothe their deep, churning ache. Each time he inspected the swollen spheres, rolling them gently between his fingers, he couldn’t help but whine. Each testicle felt like it was made of lead: so impossibly stuffed that it seemed to defy description. His whole body felt like it was vibrating — as though the gallons of pent-up spunk stuffed inside his fat, fat balls might explode out of him in all directions at once.

Honestly, even just fondling his BALLS was starting to feel like it might be enough to make him blow his load. As the clock ticked past 2am, Sil reached out with one trembling paw, tracing a claw along the surface of his ballsac. He slowly outlined each of his oversized orbs, his cock twitching eagerly in response. He could almost imagine someone else in bed with him, carefully cradling his nuts, cooing something in his ear about how TERRIBLY pent-up he must be…

Alone in the dim twilight, Sil let out a noise of despair and frustration, somewhere between a groan and a growl. The thought of an orgasm was SO damn appealing. If he gave in and stroked his dick, he was 100% certain that his cumshot would hit the ceiling. And probably stain his bedsheets so badly they needed to be thrown out.

Reluctantly he tore his paw away from his ballsac once more. His mind swam with arousal and nutache. Another drop of precum trickled down the length of his shaft, inch by maddening inch. The pressure in his testicles continued to build, as his spunk-makers pumped out more and more cum that they were forbidden to spray. Sil wondered how he was supposed to fit his junk into his pants in the morning, especially when each single touch caused more ache and more pleasure than he had ever thought possible. The boy felt ready to pop.

The cat lay there in the dark for another long, silent moment…then reached out suddenly, fumbling for his phone. He winced as the display lit up, bright enough to hurt his eyes, but after a moment to adjust, he opened up his browser and tapped in a simple query:

[i]can balls explode[/i]

[b]Thursday, November 4th, 10:27am[/b]

The bedsheets were drenched.

Sil had eventually managed to snatch a few hours of sleep due to sheer exhaustion, but the boy was anything but well-rested. His waking nightmare of denial had turned into a sleeping nightmare of the same: dreams full of naked strangers that would ride his cock to the edge of eruption before leaving him one thrust shy of orgasm. His overcharged libido ran wild through his subconscious, conjuring fantasies that he didn’t even know he had. By the time the feline woke up, his dick was a diamond, and he had left a silhouette of sweat on the mattress.

Not to mention the absolute mess between his legs. At first glance, Sil wondered if he had blown his load in his sleep…but the fierce, throbbing ache in his balls made it clear that they were still fully stuffed with cum. No, the sticky puddle covering his stomach and dripping down his bare thighs was all precum. Thick, thick precum. The feline swiped two fingers through it, bringing it up to his face so he could take a closer look. It wasn’t quite the same consistency as actual semen — semen was more opaque, and just a bit lumpier — but fuck if it wasn’t close. And there had to be a gallon of the stuff currently soaked into his groinfur.

Just the THOUGHT of all that almost-cum made the male’s dick twitch and ooze another fat glob. It glistened as it dribbled down his rock-hard shaft, following a throbbing vein until it reached the base of his length. Sil shivered as he felt it run across the short fur of his ballsac, bathing his orbs in their own juices. His swollen nuts seemed to swell even further, as though they were reabsorbing the few drops of pre that they had allowed to temporarily escape. The poor cat stared down at his own needy erection, fighting the urge to grab it in both paws and start furiously jerking off.

SCREE, SCREE, SCREE

The alarm on Sil’s phone had been going off for the better part of half an hour, and he had successfully ignored it until now…but he had to get started with his day eventually. Unless he wanted to lie there and throb all day. Which did sound pretty appealing, honestly…

SCREE, SCREE, SCREE

Sil shook his head, exhaling loudly as he forced horny thoughts out of his mind. Purposefully, he swung his legs to the side and sat up on the edge of the bed, preparing to…

…to…

The male wobbled for a moment, his vision going fuzzy at the edges. He clung to the bedsheets for balance, his head pounding. WOW was he dizzy. Why was he so dizzy?

As if to answer him, his denied dick gave another throb and spat another short spurt of precum across the floor, joining the large puddle of fluids that had accumulated there overnight.

The feline suddenly realized how dry his mouth was, and how incredibly thirsty he was. Sil’s eyes widened as the pieces clicked together in his brain.

God, was he DEHYDRATED from DRIPPING PRECUM?

With an aggravated groan, the male forced himself to his feet, stumbling off towards the bathroom so he could clean himself up and guzzle a fuckton of water.
To be continued…