Fenris sat at his desk, staring idly at his computer. He sighed. It was literally day two and he was already wishing for an end to November. Even as he sat there, he could feel his body aching for relief. He struggled to decide whether he really came that often or if it was just that he was purposely withholding the relief his body craved.

He sighed again. Maybe he could stave off the cravings for a little bit if he just imagined it. He let his mind run loose, imagining all the things he’d do once the month was over. He imagined him fucking Arc, Arc teasing him with oral before letting him take his ass. He imagined Arc fucking him, bending him over and having his way. He imagined Arc taking control of him, "reprogramming" him into a good little sexbot, ready to serve Arc in everyway imaginable. Or Arc taking control of him in other ways, whipping and beating him into submission and restraining him in all manner of embarrassing positions, perfectly placed to allow Arc to fuck him as he pleased. And he imagined him dominating Arc, throwing him—

"Fenris."

Fenris blinked. How long had he been daydreaming?

"Fenris!"

Fenris shook his head, then turned towards Arc.

"Hmm?"

Arc started at him disapprovingly. "I thought you were supposed to be doing No Nut November?"

"I am. What do you mean 'I thought'?"

Arc gestured towards Fenris' crotch. Fenris looked down. His face flushed as he realized exactly what he'd been doing. In his fantasizing, it seemed he'd subconsciously pulled out his cock and begun playing with it.

"Oh."

Arc laughed. "Looks like this month is gonna be a little harder than you thought–" Arc wiggled his eyebrows, "–in more ways than one."