NO NUT NOVEMBER: CHAPTER 3
I found out something crazy during the second week of No Nut November that really changed the course of this whole story. I thought going into this that it was just going to be this funny and fun challenge, some bro-bonding with guys on our floor about how hard it is to not get a boner when you've gone weeks without masturbating. And then when Ryan brought up the idea of us both wearing cages on our cocks and keeping each other's keys, I thought it was super fucking weird, a little bit gay, but ultimately... it was a foolproof way to get the $600.
Plus, as more guys dropped out in week 2, I realized it might come a time that everyone but the two of us had dropped out, at which point we could just unlock each other and take the money.
I'd been watching porn everyday at Ryan's suggestion, and trying to not let it arouse me. Whereas I used to watch porn by imagining the girl sucking my cock instead of the man's cock, now I was just imagining that I was the man, and as long as he nutted, it was like I had nutted. For that reason, it was more helpful to watch clips that included the man's body and face. And it honestly was kind of working. The first week was ROUGH... but once I started watching porn that way, I found a little bit of calm. I felt like I was in control. That I didn't need to nut.
But like I said, everything changed halfway through week two. I was hanging out in the common room of our dorm, and I overheard two guys discussing No Nut November. One of them had dropped out an the other hadn't. The one who hadn't was talking about how he was getting boners while he changed at the gym, and his friend was laughing and calling him gay. But the boner-in-the-gym guy insisted it wasn't in his control, that the slightest breeze gave him a boner now.
And then they got to talking about who was left in the competition. They rattled off names of guys they had heard were out. "Do you think everyone's being honest?" one of them asked. "I dunno, man... I think some guys might be lying." "That's such bullshit if they are..." "Like, what about Ryan Connelly. Is he still in?" "Far as I know, yeah." "Well, I'm like 99% sure I heard him fapping in the shower." "No way... how do you know?" "Because he always fucking faps in the shower."
I looked up from my textbook to listen. I wondered why these guys thought Ryan was cheating... how could he be so sure he heard him jacking off? I almost wanted to correct them to set Ryan's reputation straight, but then I realized that the only proof I had was that I knew he was wearing a cage on his cock, and that I had the key. No way was I going to tell anyone about the cages. Still... I wondered if there was any way he could be cheating. That would be really fucked up if he managed to get his cage off and was lying to everyone.
So the next morning, I waited until Ryan left for his morning shower and then followed him. I carried my toiletry basket, with my towel around my waist, into the shower stall next to him. I turned on the water and let it run all over me. I held my caged cock in my hand and let the water rush all over it, trying to keep it clean. I'd learned how to maneuver it to be able to wash it with body wash and whatnot. I was getting pretty used to it, I guess.
And then I heard it. Fapping. The same fapping sound I had heard the night before No Nut November.
Ryan was fucking cheating. I felt a rage building in my chest as I looked down at my caged cock. I couldn't believe he would leave me in this thing when he had gotten his off somehow. What a fucking liar. I thought we were in this together.
Seeing red, I stepped out of my shower stall, dripping with water, then grabbed the curtain to Ryan's shower and ripped it back.
Ryan stood there, frozen, holding his hard cock. I shook my head in disbelief, not even able to figure out what to say. His body was dripping, and his cock it turns out was actually very big and thick when hard. Bigger than mine. Fucking asshole.
"What the fuck, Ethan?!" he yelled.
"What are you fucking doing?" I yelled back.
"Bro... chill out... I'm just having a quick shower jerk off."
"What about No Nut November, Ryan?"
Ryan shrugged, then flashed his dimples in a smirk. "Guess I lost?"
"How the fuck... how'd you get it off?" Suddenly, I became very self-conscious I was standing there naked, dripping with water, wearing just the metal cage on my cock.
"Can we talk about this in the room, bro? I'm kind of... busy," Ryan said, looking down at his engorged penis.
Furious, I grabbed my towel, threw it around my waist, and ran back to the room. Once inside, I dropped the towel on the floor and began racing around trying to find the key. I pulled open all of Ryan's drawers, digging through his stuff, digging through his shirts and jeans and even his underwear drawer.
And then the door clicked open. "You're not gonna find it, bro," said Ryan. He stood there for a moment in just his towel, then casually pulled the towel off as he walked to his dresser, his free soft cock swinging away.
"Did you find where I put my key?" I asked.
"Nope," Ryan said as he pulled on some underwear.
"Then how did you get your cage off?!" I demanded. I was furious. Livid.
"Ethan. You're freaking me out, man. Sit down."
I huffed and sat down on the couch.
"Bro, you're ass naked, don't sit on the couch. Sit there, on the floor," Ryan said, pointing to a spot on the floor nearby.
I shook my head and plopped on the floor, the thin-pile carpet itchy on my bare ass. "Now do you promise to be chill for a second?"
"No. I don't. I want you to take this fucking thing off of me."
"I'm not gonna do that. We need that $600."
"We? There is no we. You're out. How the fuck did you even get your cage off?" I asked. And then it started to dawn on me. I'd never even seen Ryan's dick in his cage. Hell, I'd never even seen a cage beyond the one I was wearing. Ryan helped me put mine on... and just told me he was wearing one.
"Did you ever even have a cage on?" I asked.
Ryan shook his head. "I couldn't do that to my dick, brother. I'm sorry. Plus I think my cock would be too big to fit, anyway."
I felt a great sense of dread sitting bareass on the carpet of our dorm room while my roommate stood in front of me in just his underwear, confessing that he had essentially tricked me into letting him lock my cock away in a cage. And he had the key.
"You said that if we both agreed we wanted out, we would get out. You obviously were never in, so that means I can decide I want out."
"No, actually what we agreed to specifically was that we would only exchange our keys if we both agreed to," Ryan crossed his arms, standing in front of me. He seemed suddenly serious.
"Well, the key you gave me is pointless!"
Ryan shrugged. "The rule was, we exchange those keys, and if we both agree to exchange them back, we will. I don't want the key I gave you back, so you can't have your key back."
"Yeah, because your key doesn't UNLOCK ANYTHING!" I stood up off the ground, seething.
"You don't want to try and fight me, bro. I think you need to relax. Maybe watch some porn to calm down. Okay?"
And at that exact moment, the door clicked open again. It was Bobby. He stood in the door with raised eyebrows. I looked at him in horror, realizing he was seeing me buck-naked wearing a metal cage. Fuck. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.
"Well fuck, Ethan," Bobby said.
"You're supposed to be at class," I muttered.
"Got cancelled." Bobby looked at Ryan. "Guess the cat's out of the bag?"
Ryan nodded. I looked between the two of them, then straight at Bobby. "You knew about this?"
Bobby shrugged. "Wasn't my idea... but you know Ryan and his plans... it seemed like an easy way to make $600."
"Nobody is making the money. I'm out," I said flatly.
"We're using the money to buy beer and liquor for our room. We will all share it. Is that understood?" Ryan said coldly. Why was he acting like such an asshole?
I ran to my dresser and started throwing clothes on.
"Where are you going?" Bobby asked.
"I don't know."
"Don't do anything stupid, Ethan. Remember I have your key. And when we win this money, I can either tell the other guys how you made it the whole month, or I can keep this a secret," Ryan said.
Was he trying to blackmail me? "This is all... fucked up, Ryan. It's really weird and fucked up and honestly pretty fucking gay. You put my dick in a cage."
"Why are you so worried about it being gay, Ethan? Are you worried you're gay?" Bobby asked.
"No, I'm not gay." I watched straight porn, not gay porn. I'd had sex with girls, gotten blown by girls. Nothing I'd done had been at all gay until I let Ryan put a fucking cage on my dick.
"It's normal to have gay thoughts when you haven't nutted in so long," Ryan said, once again acting like some kind of doctor. Then to Bobby, "He's been focusing on the guys when he watches porn."
"Yeah, because you told me to! Because it would make it so I didn't need to nut!"
"I didn't make you watch the guys, you just chose to do that because it helped you." Ryan shrugged.
Finally dressed, I stormed out of the room. Like I said, everything changed after that day.
Hey, so it's been great hearing from you guys as I release my journals about November. This one was obviously a pretty intense one for me as I'd never had someone trick me in such a crazy way before. I'm honestly embarrassed I fell for it, but Ryan is super smart and convincing.