The No Nut Cult

Chad gave himself a quick sniff, his nose twitching at the unexpectedly pleasant aroma clinging to his skin. He frowned, puzzled. Why did he smell so damn good? It wasn't like he'd sprayed himself with anything fancy. Then it hit him—the oral session with the swim girls just five minutes ago. A smug grin crept onto his face.

He took a deeper whiff, inhaling as if savouring a fine fragrance. "Huh... I am a bit sweaty," he muttered, lifting his arm experimentally. "But this Pussy Necta stuff smells amazing—it completely masks any gross, post-workout stink I might be brewing under my armpits and whatnot." He gave himself another approving sniff before nodding sagely.

"They should totally sell this Pussy Necta stuff in bottles or something... I bet loads of people would buy it. Or, at the very least, someone should make a perfume out of this fabulous scent." His eyes gleamed with the kind of genius that only comes from late realisations. "Seriously, it's like... luxury sweat."

"Is this what PMS is? Is that when girls orgasm?" He wasn't sure. "I wonder what PMS stands for... person, somebody's initials who smells like fish?" He said it way too loudly, and his 'friend' Bishop Ganglyton overheard him.

"Hey, Chad, wait up!" Ganglyton called. "I know a lot about PMS... I get lots of them on a daily basis. They're personal messages you get online in chats and stuff. The 'P' stands for personal, the 'M' stands for 'message,' and the 'S' makes it plural."

Chad ignored him and quickly burst into the classroom, pretending not to have seen Ganglyton, eager to avoid engaging in the conversation.

He opened the classroom door slowly, peeking inside, his eyes scanning the room. He noticed the desks were filled, and the class had already started, the chatter of students hushed by the authority of the teacher's voice. The air was thick with the tension of anticipation.

The teacher stood at the front, flipping through papers with a serious expression. "Alright, everyone," the teacher announced, their voice cutting through the room with a sharp edge, "welcome to NNN class. Today, we'll be reviewing the progress of your No Nut November journey... who has managed to stay strong, and who has faltered along the way."

The students shifted nervously in their seats, some glancing at each other, some staring down at their desks. The teacher continued, their tone both matter-of-fact and oddly intense, "I'll be asking each of you, one by one, about your daily entries. I'll want to know how each day went, what triggered you, and how you managed to stay disciplined. If you've slipped up and, well... did jack off, you're required to fill out a failure slip in the detection area. You'll need to explain in detail why you failed… what was your trigger? Which porn did you watch when it happened? Don't hold back. I need specifics!!"

A few students glanced at the floor, faces flushed with embarrassment, while others tried to suppress nervous giggles.

The teacher's gaze sharpened as they straightened, their voice hardening into a no-nonsense command. "For those of you who've failed, there will be consequences," they announced, their eyes sweeping the room. "You'll be required to contact the person you watched porn of and apologise for failing NNN because of them. This is non-negotiable. You will make amends, and you will do it properly. Understood?"

Chad froze for a moment, his eyes darting around nervously before he stammered, "Ummmm... wrong class." He quickly shut the door, his hand trembling slightly, and hurried away with his head down, desperately trying to keep his face hidden. His steps quickened as he prayed no one saw the fear in his eyes, terrified that if they did, he'd be dragged into something far worse.

Bishop Ganglyton hurried to catch up with him, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and concern. "Did you just go... into that cult class?!" His voice dropped to a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might summon something sinister.

Chad's face turned pale as he lowered his gaze. "It was a mistake," he muttered, running his hands through his hair, trying to shake off the unease that was creeping up his spine. "I didn't know what I was walking into."

Ganglyton leaned in closer, glancing nervously over his shoulder. "Yeah, those guys are bad news," he said in a low voice, his usual cocky demeanour replaced by genuine fear. "They've got this weird energy about them… like they've got eyes everywhere, watching your every move. NNN's not just a class... it's a cult. They'll drag you in before you even realise it, and once you're in, you can't get out. You've gotta be careful, man."

Chad swallowed hard, his heart pounding; the memory of the class haunted him. "Imagine not being able to ejaculate for over a month... they stop you from enjoying life", he said, his voice heavy with disbelief.

"I couldn't even last a day. I jack off about six times a day," came the reply, casual but laced with an uncomfortable honesty.

They exchanged a look, both nodding. "Fist pump?" Chad asked.

"Oh, you know it!" Bishop shot back. They both threw their fists up, slamming them together with a solid thud. "That's how we do it!" Chad laughed, wiping his hands on his jeans.

Bishop Ganglyton, Aiden Finn, and Chadwick "Chad" A. Sehole are considered a "circle jerk" of friends—minus the circle jerk part... and minus the friends part. They're basically just people Chad 'tolerates.'

Bishop was called "Bishop" because, according to a reliable source, his dick goes diagonally, much like a Bishop chess piece. As for the "Ganglyton" part of his name... I guess he was in a gang of some sort. Who the heck cares? Moving on…Bishop Ganglyton is a big, lanky guy who looked like a Wacky Inflatable Tube Man trying to impersonate a human. With teeth so big, he could eat an orange through a tennis racket, and ears so massive, he could probably pick up radio signals from Mars. He likes to overanalyse things... especially women, and he knows lots of useless facts. Of the facts he spouts, most aren't even true—just gibberish.

Bishop said, "This academy is going way overboard trying to be all-inclusive, with cults like NNN, acting as if they're running some 'accept every religion and cult' utopia. They've even welcomed Scientology, along with these strange, cult-like fandoms like A.R.M.Y and Blinks. It's as though they're gathering every group they can find... just to tick off all the 'woke' boxes and appear socially conscious." And don't even get me started on K-pop fandoms; they're basically cults, with their own obsessive, brainwashing levels of mania.

Chad gave him a judging look.

"I'm not a hater, alright? Not racist either. I've literally jerked off to women from all walks of life…. every race, every background. Black, Asian, Latina, White… you name it. I've covered it all, and I don't discriminate, man. I don't judge people by their skin colour; I'm all about the... inclusivity."

"Well, that's quite the statement there," Chad said. "Glad you're inclusive with your... extracurricular activities."

"Yeah, and I've always made sure to be fully inclusive, y'know?" Bishop said. "I make it a point to jack off to people with disabilities so they're represented too. I had a really respectful session last night over a video of a girl who's missing her right arm. Totally respectful, of course."

"Isn't that kind of rubbing it in her face, though? Like... you're using the hand she's missing to jerk off, as if you're reminding her of what she can't do..."

Bishop scratched the back of his neck, his face reddening as he scrambled for words. "Uh… I didn't want her to miss out on it, y'know? It's all about inclusivity, right? That's important." He faltered, his voice trailing off as he desperately tried to find a way out. "I've, uh, jerked off to people of all skin colours… like, um, Smurfs. Seriously, who doesn't love those blue boobs and dick? Oh, and the Avatar creatures… and Marge and Lisa from The Simpsons. Had a pretty intense session with some nude fan art of them, saw them in all their yellow glory… but I draw the line at green-skinned girls. She-Hulk? Nah, that series was straight-up trash, and it completely put me off jerking off to green-skinned girls."