Acknowledgement: I want to thank the very generous and skilled KiwiBB for his expert help in brainstorming, editing, and revising the following story. This story would be a jumbled, uninspired mess without him. (Any remaining sense of jumbledness or lack of inspiriation is entirely the fault of the author.) Thank you, buddy!


Part 1
(in which a dubious plan is put into action)
The calm waters of the backyard pool sparkled in the afternoon sun. The leaf-dappled sunlight reflected in beautiful, flowing patterns on the ceiling of the guest room. Rick wiped his brow, admiring the enchanting display.

"Hon?" Helen called from the stairwell.

Rick stepped out into the hallway, paintbrush still in hand. "I just finished up. Wanna see?"

"Ooh, yes!" Excitedly she topped the stairs and hurried toward him. She was wearing one of her floral sundresses, her brunette locks falling beautifully just past her shoulders. Her dress somehow managed to be comfortable and flowing, while at the same time hugging all of Helen's considerable curves in the most delightfully alluring way.

"Don't let that drip on my floors, numbnuts," she chided, backhanding his balls playfully as she passed him and entered the guest room, her wedding ring making a sharp *DING* as it struck the metal chastity cage on his cock.

Rick coughed from the blow and then said, "Oh, shit," barely catching a drip of paint as it fell from the damp brush. He hurried in, slightly bowlegged, and put the brush down safely on the paint can.

"Honey, it looks amazing!" Helen beamed as she surveyed Rick's work. This project had been on his honey-do list for good bit and it felt good to finally finish it up; but it felt even better to see Helen so pleased with his work. "You really outdid yourself with this." She looked at him with admiration and slid her arm around his waist.

"I'm so glad you like it," Rick smiled down at her, standing just a couple of inches taller than she. He leaned down and she met him for a kiss. Helen gave him a good squeeze around his middle and then pulled back, smiling again at his work.

"How's Sam doing?" he asked, remembering that their friend and neighbor had been lounging in the backyard with Helen.

"Oh, you know. She's hanging in there. Thankfully Bridget's home from college for the summer, so Sam hasn't been all alone in that big old house." Bridget, Sam's 19 year old daughter. Sweet on the surface, but something about her always made Rick feel a little uncomfortable. Like she could see the dirty thoughts that flitted across his consciousness and that, just maybe, she liked them. It was a good thing she wasn't over today.

Helen laughed to herself.

"What?" Rick asked, shaking himself gently.

"Well, Bridget was over earlier…" Helen hesitated, which was entirely unlike her.

"Oh, was she?" Rick asked, trying to hide his anxious surprise. Sometimes it felt like Helen could read his mind, too.

"She was trying to be subtle, but asking questions about our… arrangement, actually. And she kept looking at your key," Helen finished, gesturing down at the tiny silver key currently hiding within her cleavage. The tiny silver key that held back weeks and weeks of pent-up cum.

Rick started in surprise. “Are you sure she wasn't just ogling your tits?” he asked, chuckling.

“Well, that, too,” Helen acknowledged, laughing with him. “But it was definitely more than that.”

Helen was quiet for a time, and Rick thought that was the end of it. He began tidying up.

"How would you feel about her joining us sometime?" Helen inquired, cocking one eyebrow up at him.

He turned and looked at her in surprise. "Bridget? Isn't she… a little young?"

“I'm not asking you to fuck her, you old perv,” Helen chided, smiling. “I mean having her maybe just watch us sometime. See what it's like.”

Rick just stood dumbstruck for a few moments. Imagining the young co-ed, wearing some tight yoga pants, watching Helen have her way with him? Was he the luckiest man on the planet Earth? He might just be.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, if you're up for that I guess I'd be down,” he conceded, “expanding her horizons and stuff.”

"Oh, yeah; very generous of us,” Helen laughed. “And I'm sure that has nothing to do with Bridget's delightful peach of an ass, does it?" Helen arched her eyebrow at him again, pushing her hair over her left ear. Gods, why did that little gesture drive him so crazy?

This talk of their arrangement brought a vivid memory of Bridget's mom, Sam to his mind: gripping Sam's long blonde hair, spearing his lovely neighbor from behind, watching her full, juicy ass jiggle and ripple as he thrust into her. Helen gleefully paddling his full, bound balls from behind, helping keep his arousal in check while still sending him into sensory overload…

Fuck, his balls were really starting to ache.

"You thinking of last December, when we had Sam over?” she inquired, knowingly.

Rick started again, looking at Helen in embarrassed wonder. “How the fuck do you do that?”

Helen threw her head back and laughed. “Oh my, like your thoughts aren't painted on your face for the whole world to see!” she put her hand on his chest, smiling up at him. “What specifically were you… remembering?”

“How you let me fuck her…” Rick interlaced his fingers against her lower back.

“Mmhm…” she put both hands on his chest and pressed her hip into his crotch, relishing the feel of his full balls against her.

“How you paddled my balls the whole time…”

“Ooh, oh yes…”

“And how, after she came, screaming, you iced me down and locked me back up again, right in front of her.”

“Fuuuck. And then the next day, we tried out that testicle cuff for the first time? Did all that backed-up cum make your poor balls more sensitive?”

“Shit yes. I couldn't walk right for a week after that. But it was totally worth it,” he said earnestly, pulling her in for another kiss. Their lips met, and a moment later their tongues as well. All too soon Helen broke the kiss, looking up at him.

“Aren't I generous, to let you use that big, thick cock to please other women?”

Rick gulped. "Yes, My Dearest."

“But it's only fair that you pay with your balls, isn't it? And that all that beautiful cum is for me, and only me?” They hadn't involved others in their play too many times over the years, but each time had been delightfully memorable for the both of them, and each time had followed the same set rules: Rick was not allowed to cum with anyone else, and such an encounter was always followed by a heavy ballbusting session.

Rick gulped, his cock doing its damnedest to break through its metal prison. His cum-bloated balls like lead weights, pulsing with that delicious ache. “Yes, Goddess.”

"Well speaking of Sam, I had better get back to her. We finished the wine hours ago,” she laughed, “but she'll definitely be suspicious about how long I've been gone. You wanna come and swim?"

"Nah, I think I'm gonna clean up in here and then take a nap, if that's alright."

"Sure, sweetie. You've earned it. In fact..." here she stepped close, pressing her breasts into Rick's chest and leaned up to whisper in his ear, "I think this afternoon might be time to," her hand went to his stomach and then slid down to cup his heavy balls and caged cock, giving a nice firm squeeze, "relieve some of this pressure. What do you think?"

Rick sucked in his breath, wincing at the pressure of her grip on his tender testes, but also swelling against his cage at her touch, her smell, her everything. "That sounds, uh, lovely."

"Great!" she emphasized with a hearty squeeze of his balls and quick peck on his cheek. "And I'll broach the other idea with Bridget, the next time I see her," Helen said with a wink, turning and heading out the door.

Rich chuckled to himself, shaking his head. It was looking to be a pretty fun afternoon...



He was roused from a very pleasant nap by a curious scratching sound and a tugging at his genitals. His fogged brain tried in vain to make sense of what was happening as he groggily shook his head.

With a start he realized someone was fooling around with his chastity device. Suddenly he heard a *click*, and the horrible cage was gently removed from his aching cock. It immediately began to lengthen and harden. He sighed in relief, "Oh, baby, yessss..."

Then he heard a softly whispered, "Holy shit." His eyes snapped open in alarm.

"Bridget!" he exclaimed in a whisper, "what are you doing?"

"Holy fuck, Rick!" she continued, ignoring his alarm. "That is one fat fucking cock. Jesus!"

Bridget was seated at his hip on the king-size bed, wearing black yoga pants and a pink tank top that did nothing to conceal her perky tits and erect nipples. She had her hands in her lap and made a mock-innocent face as she squeezed her boobs enticingly between her elbows. Her long blond hair was in pigtails, an affectation she knew drove Rick nuts. His thick cock was almost fully engorged now, laying heavily on his stomach.

"Did Helen send you?" he asked hopefully.

"Don't worry, daddy," Rick winced at the inappropriate pet name. "My mom came home and said Helen was asleep in the backyard. She'd had a whole bottle of wine so she'll be out for awhile. I just unhooked the key from her neck!" she finished triumphantly. Rick's eyes widened in alarm, his cock wilting. "Pretty smart, huh? I know, think of the possibilities!" she said excitedly, completely misreading the look on Rick's face.

Before he could respond Bridget wrapped her hand around his semi-erect cock at the base. His fat, circumcised head drooped over her knuckles. Bridget's eyes shone in admiration. "Fuck, it's still so thick!" Even soft it was a struggle to get her hand around it. She licked her lips as her gaze met his heavy balls. God, they were massive! She could only imagine how much sperm those fuckers made. And according to Helen, poor Rick here hadn't cum in a loooooong time. And Helen had mentioned something else about “abusing” his balls. She couldn't wait for Rick to explain what that meant!

Unconsciously Bridget smiled; a smile which sent an icy chill down Rick's spine.

Of course, at her touch a bolt of arousal shot through Rick's body like electricity. In moments his long-denied cock was at achingly full stiffness. While it felt fantastic to let his cock reach its full size, it also reignited the horrible ache of denial in his cum-stuffed nuts. Helen needed regular, deep fuckings from his huge cock, but she hadn't allowed him any kind of release in WEEKS. And she kept him under strict lock and key at all times. Now here was their nubile neighbor just holding his co-

"Oh, fuuuuuuuck," he groaned as Bridget slowly began stroking his cock from the base all the way to the tip, bumping into the wide mushroom cap. Her fingers could no longer meet around his tumescent girth.

"Mmmmmm. Does that feel good, daddy?" He was completely incapable of speech as she rotated her hand back and forth a few times at the top of his shaft before lazily sliding down his velvety stiffness. "Fuck! You have such a gorgeous, huge cock! I can see why Helen keeps you all to herself. But personally? I LOVE cum. I would blow you every single day, and swallow every last gooey drop!" Bridget and Rick moaned together at the debaucherous thought.

"Mmmmm, speaking of gooey drops..." Bridget said as she leaned in to slurp the fat dollop of precum that had already formed at his shiny, purple tip. He watched in awed fascination as his teenaged neighbor leaned in and puckered her lips, then made lewd slurping sounds as she devoured his salty precum. She ended by planting a chaste kiss right on the swollen knob of his cock. "Yum," she said, and gave him a wink.

"Holy... shit," Rick said, gasping for air. He loved Helen, and he knew this was questionable territory, but FUCK, Bridget was doing hellishly naughty things to his cock and to his mind. His resistance melted away completely as Bridget's left hand began to massage and squeeze his bloated, sperm-laden balls, while at the same time her right hand added a lazy corkscrew motion up and down his trembling cock.

"Oooh, gods. Take it easy," Rick grunted in pain as she playfully molested his balls.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Rick. Are they sore? Do your poor balls ache something awful?" Bridget said in a sweetly teasing voice. "That bitch makes you keep all your hot, thick cum backed up in these fat balls, huh? When was the last time she let you release all your gooey sperm?" Bridget was staring at his straining cock while she said this, almost as if she was talking to his dick and not to him.

"It will be 30 days... ugh, tomorrow," Rick grunted again as she took a moment to smear his copious precum all around his swollen cockhead.

"A month?!?" she froze in astonishment. "You haven't had an orgasm in a month?? Jesus," she whispered in amazement.

If she wanted to be technical, Rick thought, it had been even longer since he'd had a real, full, satisfying orgasm. A little over four weeks ago...

Helen had been riding him cowgirl style. It was one of her favorite positions, especially when he hadn't cum in a really long time; it certainly gave her full control over how much stimulation he received. Helen was a vision of loveliness and raw sexuality. Her dark, wavy hair gleamed in the late afternoon sunshine, spilling past her shoulders. Her heavy, pendulous breasts swayed and bounced hypnotically as she rode Rick's massive prick. Though they had begun to sag in recent years, her breasts remained impressively full and round, and he loved taking her large areolae all the way into his mouth. Her lovely stomach and waist flared out to wide hips that supported an intoxicating ass. Rick adored Helen, and loved worshiping such a beautiful creature.

And that time, as she was nearing a third momentous climax, she said the words that he always longed to hear: "Cum for me, pet. Cum when I cum. Fill me up with all that hot, thick cum!" With that she tipped over the edge and began trembling with her biggest orgasm of the night. He thrust up into her urgently, teetering on the edge of his own long-denied orgasm. Then he heard her scream as the biggest wave yet crashed over her, and he felt his own climax explode out from the core of his being. But at that exact instant she pulled off of him completely. She masturbated her clit furiously and watched as his orgasm was ruined at the last possible moment.

The first blast was agonizingly pleasurable, launching out of his cock with the force of a cannon, the thick rope of sperm smacking audibly into the wooden headboard of their four-poster bed. But there was no further stimulation, and his cock twitched and strained for any contact at all. Helen came again watching the desperate display. Thick pulses of cum continued to ooze out of his cock for almost a full minute, but the pleasure was gone. All he was left with was a belly coated in cum and a tremendous ache in his balls.

"Holy fuck, that was amazing," Helen said, after she had recovered enough from her overwhelming orgasms to speak again. "What do you say, pet?" she asked softly.

"Thank you, Goddess," he responded sincerely.

"You're welcome," she said, and gave Rick's bloated, tight sac a parting slap as she left the room...

But he didn't have the energy to explain all that right now.

"Yeah," he simply replied.

"Oh my God," Bridget exclaimed softly. "You poor, poor man. And Rick, be honest, does she... you know... hit you, down there?" at this she bobbled his balls painfully.

Rick, no longer able to speak, simply nodded, his eyes closed. At this point it was taking all his concentration and breathing in order not to cum.

Bridget shook her head in disbelief, but also felt a more intense heat flood from her already-dripping pussy up to her chest.

"Well, don't worry," Bridget soothed, "I've been studying very hard with the college boys, and I know how to make swollen, tender ballsies feel all better." With that she leaned down and began to lick and kiss his overburdened scrotum, while her right hand continued its slow manipulation of his cock. His nuts were pulled up against the base of his cock, so big they stretched out his smooth sac. She laved her tongue firmly up and down and all around his tender, bloated orbs, savoring the musky flavor. God, her pussy was so wet!

After a minute or two she used her left hand to try to force his bloated balls wholly into her mouth. With some not-so-tender squeezing she was finally successful and began to apply the most delightful suction to his much-abused testicles. Her cheeks bulged obscenely with their juicy contents and Bridget moaned at this new, incredibly arousing sensation. A little ways north, Rick's precum was flowing freely from the tip, providing copious lube for her manual manipulation of his rampant cock.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, shit," Rick swore, his mind lost in a haze of overwhelming pleasure. He was losing the battle. Bridget was going to make him cum, and there was nothing he could do about it.

She felt his balls pull up even tighter against the base of his cock, actually pulling themselves from her mouth with an audible *pop*. His cock strained and got thicker and harder than she thought possible. At the last possible moment she let go of his cock, leaving it to twitch and bob violently over his stomach. A wad of precum actually launched from the tip of his prick to land high on his chest. Bridget watched in stunned fascination as his cock strained and bounced, desperate for any stimulation at all. She had never seen a cock so big and hard in all her young life.

The pain in Rick's long-denied balls reasserted itself with a vengeance as his orgasm was aborted at the last possible moment. He groaned in pain and anguish. It almost felt like she had actually kicked him right in the nuts.

"Ooh, I'm sorry, Rick. I really, really want to make you cum," she said apologetically, "but first I need you to fuck me."

Rick's eyes widened, extremely conflicted about where this was going. He tried to protest, but then Bridget stood and quickly stripped out of her yoga pants. The incorrigible slut wasn't even wearing panties. Then she got on her knees on the bed and straddled his hips. Rick closed his eyes and threw back his head as she gripped his shaft in the middle and rubbed his iron-hard cock against her swollen, dripping pussy lips.

"Oh, shit. You're so hard for me! I've been fantasizing about this for such a loooooong time... "

Just then it felt like someone put Rick's balls in a vice. Strong hands had a death grip on his tender testes, and were squeezing for all they were worth. He shouted in pain and jerked up, only to see his wife's grinning face as she leaned around Bridget's hip. 
“Helen!” Rick exclaimed, “Wait! I-”

“Helen??” Bridget cried. Hurriedly she crawled up Rick's prone form and accidentally kneed him in the face. She turned, huddling against the headboard in surprise.

Helen barely contained her laughter, fighting to keep her face impassive. She gave his balls a violent twist as she growled, "Oh, these balls are gonna get it now... "




Part 2
(in which some serious punishment is mercilessly doled out)
"Oh, shi-" was all he managed before his world was enveloped in renewed testicular torment. The agony was exquisite and all-encompassing. It felt like Helen was using the palms of her hands to try to push his fat balls through one another. After what seemed like an eternity she released her grip, and immediately the pain flooded up through his abdomen. His cock, however, remained rigidly at attention, pointing accusingly at his face.

Helen stood to her full, 5'10" height. She was still dressed in the gorgeous sundress she had been wearing earlier. Her long, disheveled brown hair made her look more than a little crazed.

"How dare you take advantage of a little girl, you-"

"Um, Helen? I'm 19. And Rick-"

Helen turned a smoldering look at her. "Bridget, I will deal with you in due time. First Rick needs to face the consequences of his choices."

Without another word Helen threw a vicious right cross that connected solidly with his right testicle, compressing the bloated orb flat against his pelvis with an audible *SPLAT*. Rick immediately curled up into a fetal position on the bed, groaning incoherently. "Ooh, that was a good one, wasn't it? Well we're just getting started, mister. Stand up."

She smacked his hand away from cradling his aching balls. With her right hand she gripped his scrotum above his balls and gave a vicious yank. "Aaarggh!" he cried out in pain and alarm, quickly scrambling off of the bed and onto his feet. He automatically stood with his legs shoulder-width apart, without even being told. His cock had finally begun to wilt in fear, and was drooling a healthy amount of precum onto Helen's wrist. After another vicious squeeze she released his scrotum and brought her glistening wrist to his face. "Lick this up," she ordered matter-of-factly.

Bridget watched in shock and fear. She had moved to stand next to the bed, still in only her tank top, behind Rick and to his left. She winced in sympathy as Helen brutally handled the most delicate parts of Rick's anatomy. But at the same time, there was an inkling of something she'd never felt before as she witnessed how easily Helen controlled Rick's every move. The sheer power she exuded...

Helen took one big step back from Rick, who had his eyes clenched shut. Without any warning Helen's right leg lashed out in a snap-kick, her naked foot connecting brutally and solidly with both of Rick's testicles, and sending his fat, limp cock bouncing. "Oof!" his breath rushed out and his knees gave a little bit, but he didn't fall. His hands were clenched white-knuckle tight at his sides, as he desperately fought the urge to protect himself. He knew the abuse would only get worse if he did. Bridget watched in awe, dumbfounded as to how a man could stay standing after a blow like that.

"Get that cock out of my way," Helen ordered. Rick quickly used his left hand to pick up his thick cockhead and hold his dick out of the way of her strikes. His poor balls hung defenseless and exposed.

Two more snap kicks connected with his nuts before he even registered her movement. It felt like his balls had just exploded! He hunched over, hands on knees, gritting his teeth as the pain overwhelmed his senses. Without even noticing, at some point Bridget's hand had gone to her pussy and was gently rubbing her clit, her eyes wide and transfixed on the brutal scene.

Just as Rick started to straighten Helen took a small step forward and swung her right leg in a long arc, the top of her arch impacting both his balls with a wicked *CRUNCH*, lifting Rick up onto his toes. Helen watched with barely concealed delight as her beleaguered husband finally collapsed to floor. She let Rick cradle his damaged testes for a moment, then knelt down to help him gently back to his feet.

The rush of his willing submission, the burst of endorphins from letting out some of her power against his most vulnerable parts... Helen took a deep breath and reveled in the arousal filling her body. And she saw she was not the only one.

"Bridget, dear, get the cuffs from the nightstand there and restrain your lover," she ordered, as she helped Rick to lie down on the bed. Bridget hurried to the task, her hands shaking with fear and lust. Helen's cool viciousness was downright chilling.

Helen went to the large walk-in closet without a word. Bridget's pert, perky breasts barely wobbled at all as she retrieved the cuffs and moved onto the bed to secure Rick's arms and legs. As she fastened the final cuff on his right wrist she looked down into Rick's eyes and gave him a conspiratorial wink. What the fuck??, Rick thought in alarmed confusion.

"Bridget, when I get back you had better have your fucking pants back on," Helen called from within the closet. Rick felt goose-flesh break out all over his body.

Bridget quickly slid from the bed to retrieve her discarded yoga pants. But instead of simply slipping them on, she looked back at Rick over her shoulder and kept her knees locked as she bent at the hips. Rick lay on the bed with his mouth agape, mesmerized by his young neighbor's gorgeous full, round ass on display. As her hands reached the floor, her swollen, dripping pussy came into view and Rick's heart nearly stopped. In spite of the terrible pain emanating from his poor balls, his thick cock twitched back to life, growing longer and thicker with each beat of his heart. The head was once again an angry shade of purple, and a thick bead precum emerged from its gaping eye. Bridget slowly straightened, bringing her pants up, and then made a show of trying to get the waistband up over her plump asscheeks. Rick's cock twitched and danced in concert with Bridget's ass, until she finally slid her yoga pants the rest of the way up. Rick let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, squeezing his eyes shut.

His eyes snapped open as he heard Helen re-enter the room. Bridget was standing innocently at side of the bed on his left, her hands clasped behind her back. This caused her firm breasts to thrust out alluringly, and Rick tried desperately not to notice her hard nipples trying to tear through her top. Did the girl have no shame at all? Or perhaps she simply had no idea what Helen was capable of. Rick shuddered involuntarily.

Rick's obvious arousal did not escape Helen's notice.

"For fuck's sake, Bridget, put your arms down. Your nipples are going to tear right through that shirt." Bridget silently complied, and at least had the good sense to blush in embarrassment.

Helen returned bearing the tools of punishment for this afternoon. She tossed to Bridget a soft, neoprene ring that looked like a tiny belt. "Be a dear and put that on him, won't you?" Helen said politely, though there was no mistaking the commanding nature of the request.

Bridget looked at it in confusion, turning it over in her hand. "What is it?"

"That, dear, is a testicle cuff."

"What's it for?" Bridget's curiosity was outpacing her alarm at the present circumstances. Also, she couldn't ever remember being so turned on!

"It's for pulling his testicles away from his body. In particular it makes a nice, tight package for abuse, so that his fat nuts have no escape," she added with a mischievous smirk directed at Rick, who gulped audibly.




Part 3
(in which the punishment continues, and new feelings are awakened)

Rick watched in helpless fascination as the scene unfolded before his eyes. Bridget dutifully climbed onto the bed next to him and tried to figure out how to affix the testicle cuff. Helen, standing at the foot of the bed, lifted her sundress to her waist and slid down her panties. Rick caught just a glimpse of her smooth vulva before her sundress fell back down and his cock twitched and lurched on its own.

Helen watched in amusement as Bridget fumbled with the cuff, squashing and manhandling Rick's tender, bloated balls. Rick grunted in pain, but his cock only stiffened further. Eventually Helen climbed onto the bed beside Bridget, the low-cut V of her dress providing a mouth-watering view of her expansive cleavage. She then gripped Rick's testicles none-too-gently and pulled them to the bottom of his sac. "Now, wrap the cuff around his scrotum there at the top. Good. And secure it tight. Very good," she punctuated this last with a few firm pats to his bound scrotum. Rick sucked in air through clenched teeth, his poor testicles immediately feeling even more tender and exposed. At the same time his cock arced up over his belly rigidly, fresh precum starting to drip from the swollen tip.

Helen tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled evilly down at her bound and helpless husband. "You see why I keep you locked up, dear?" she asked rhetorically, sliding her index finger from the gooey tip of his cock, over the thick, veiny shaft all the way to base. "You have absolutely no self-control. You would have fucked poor Bridget's brains out, while I was right outside, oblivious." Here she wrapped her hand around the base, and slowly, slowly began to slide her tight fist up the bulging shaft. Rick groaned, and Bridget bit her lip.

"How long has it been, pet?"

Rick clenched his teeth in agonized pleasure, and squeaked out, "Thirty... days..."

"Mmmm, so long for such a virile man to be denied any relief. Your poor balls must be positively bursting. Do they ache, honey?" Gods, she was laying it on thick today. Rick only moaned in response, his long-denied orgasm rapidly building as Helen slowly but firmly manipulated his cock, her teasing words stoking the fire of his arousal to the boiling point. "Nothing turns me on so much as busting your poor, swollen blueballs, you know that, dear? And you really asked for it today."

"Yes, Goddess," he managed to croak out through clenched teeth.

Helen slid her hand roughly over his swollen cockhead and off of his cock entirely, sending him violently to the brink. Every muscle in his body flexed as he desperately tried to push himself over the edge, his mighty cock twitching and pulsing in vain.

Suddenly Helen brought her right fist down like a hammer, impacting the top of both of his swollen balls brutally. The mattress helped to soften the blow, but it still felt like an elephant had stomped on his balls. Rick's mouth opened in a silent scream, no sound escaping. Helen gritted her teeth as she rained down a flurry of hammer-blows onto Rick's exposed scrotum, relishing the squishing sensation of his swollen orbs each time her hand impacted his sperm-laden sac.

Bridget winced in sympathy, but at the same time she noticed how hard Rick stayed. Slowly, still beneath her conscious awareness, something began to awaken inside of Bridget. Her clit began to throb in time with Helen's blows, and she found herself wondering what it would feel like to compress Rick's enormous balls in her own hands.

Finally Helen relented, breathing heavily from her exertion. Rick's legs strained in vain against his bonds, trying to bring his knees together. He felt his vision darken as the pain spread into his lower abdomen. In spite of the pain, Rick couldn't help but admire the rise and fall of Helen's heavy breasts with each deep breath. Gods help him, but her attention, no matter how brutal, scratched a deep and abiding itch within him.

Helen, a few stray strands of brown hair obscuring her face as she caught her breath, looked over at Bridget. She noticed the obvious signs of Bridget's arousal, as well as the young woman's growing fascination. Helen tucked her hair behind her ears and said, "Would you like to try, dear?" Both Bridget's and Rick's eyes went wide in surprise; Rick's tinged with hope, Bridget's tinged with hunger.

"Uh, yeah, Mrs. G. Can I?" she asked, disbelieving.

Rick, for his part, mentally crossed his fingers. Bridget had to be gentler than Helen, right? Plus Bridget seemed a little squeamish about the whole thing, so this would be a welcome reprieve for his poor, battered balls. Wouldn't it? But what was that look in Bridget's eyes?

"Come here," Helen offered, as she slid over to her left and patted the bed with her hand. Bridget came around to the foot of the bed and then climbed on to sit between Rick's spread legs. Rick audibly gulped at the sight of the two gorgeous women hungrily eyeing his completely exposed genitals.

"Why don't you start by just squeezing his balls," Helen suggested. Bridget tentatively reached out with her right hand and cupped Rick's balls gingerly. God, they were huge. Together, his swollen testes over-filled her palm. And they were heavy. She bobbled them, testing their weight, and heard Rick grunt. She looked into his eyes and saw fear... or was it pleading? Her nipples hardened and she unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, relishing the sensations in her pussy. She was nervous, but fuck, this was turning her on like nobody's business. When Helen whispered, "Go ahead, honey. Give it a try," and that was all the encouragement she needed. Her jaw set as if she had reached some inner resolution. She brought her left hand over, so that now she cupped a fat testicle on the fingers of each hand. Suddenly she closed her fists and started to squeeze.

Rick's eyes went wide and he grunted again, clenching his teeth in obvious torment. Helen, who was expecting her to start out gentle and gradually increase the pressure, gasped. Bridget had gone full strength right out of the gate! Rick's tender orbs deformed horribly in her iron grip, the discolored nutflesh bulging out between her fingers obscenely.

A part of Bridget was in awe at how much pain she was causing, but now she was aware that this kind of control was really turning her on. Her pussy was leaking like a broken faucet!

All of a sudden she felt Helen's gentle hand on her wrist. "All right, sweety. Don't use it all up at once," Helen said softly. Bridget released her death grip, breathing heavily, all-too-aware of the growing ache in her pussy. Rick let out a shuddering whine, and then began breathing-in great gulps of air; he hadn't even realized he'd been holding his breath. Helen and Bridget watched in lustful fascination as his testicles began to regain their oblong shape. They almost seemed visibly to swell to even greater volume right before their eyes.

"Shit!" Helen swore softly. Her own pussy was sopping, and begging for attention. Why hadn't she thought of having someone else help her abuse Rick's junk before now? An apprentice; now there was an intriguing thought... "Bridget, honey, you're a natural but you have to be careful; going too strong too soon can end the fun before you've really begun. Let the pressure build gradually; alternate between vicious and tender; keep him guessing,” Bridget nodded, not taking her eyes from Rick's bloated junk. “And Bridget, dear?"

Bridget had been literally drooling, eyeing Rick's swollen balls and still-achingly hard cock with hunger. But she had also been absorbing Helen's instruction, paying careful attention to the experienced woman's words. At Helen's query she looked up, expectantly. "Hurt his balls, but his cock is mine. Understood?" Helen asked. Bridget was chilled by the stern, icy look she received, and responded softly, "Yes, ma'am."

"Go ahead, honey. I'm going to put that mouth of his to good use." Then she crawled up the bed on all fours, her pendulous tits swaying magnificently. She turned to face Bridget and, lifting the hem of her sundress, straddled Rick's broad shoulders with her knees. Her bald, weeping pussy was mere inches from his face, her engorged nether lips spread and her clit standing proudly in arousal. Rick knew better than to act without being asked. He dutifully waited, the strong musk of her arousal stoking his own fires to dizzying levels in spite of the tremendous pain in his balls. His cock remained quiveringly hard, arcing up over his abdomen, dripping a veritable river of gooey precum.

Bridget went back to work on his bound, bulging scrotum. This time she followed Helen's advice, starting off with lighter pressure, gradually increasing until she saw Rick's legs and abs tense violently. Then she would let off, giving him a brief reprieve. After a few cycles of this she began to incorporate quick, vicious pumps, loving the way his cock jerked and danced in time with her ministrations. From the sounds of things, Helen was having a good time, too, her pussy still hovering over Rick's eagerly waiting mouth, tantalizing him.

"Ohhhhh," Helen moaned out, "Why don't you give him a nice spank?"

Bridget released Rick's balls reluctantly. She eyed his bulging, bound scrotum, unconsciously licking her lips in anticipation. Then she lifted her right hand and brought it down across the top of his balls with a *smack*. Rick grunted in pain, but his thick cock flexed and sent a thick dollop of precum to land on the hem of Helen's sundress. "Good, good. Now ramp it up. His balls can take a LOT worse than that," Helen encouraged. "Go ahead, honey. Go to town," Helen urged. Rick wasn't sure to whom she was speaking, but he required no further encouragement as Helen lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. He began by gently licking and nibbling her juicy lips, sucking them into his mouth, knowing from long practice just how Helen loved to be eaten.

Bridget didn't even consider that Helen might not be talking to her. She bit her tongue in concentration, raised her arm even higher, and brought it down much harder this time. The *SMACK* resounded around the room, and Bridget nervously looked to see poor Rick's reaction. His legs flexed mightily, trying desperately to pull his knees together and protect his family jewels. A pained, muffled groan emanated from somewhere beneath Helen, which was followed by an indrawn hiss of pleasure from the busty vixen. Instead of inspiring pity, Rick's reaction only excited Bridget further, much to her surprise. What an incredible feeling! she thought in astonishment. She smiled wickedly to herself as she began raining spanking blows down on Rick's exposed scrotum over and over and over, keeping a steady rhythm but varying the intensity. His bound balls bounced and wobbled delightfully with each impact.

Helen threw her head back as the pleasure from her husband's talented tongue was multiplied tenfold by Bridget's abuse, and the teen girl's obvious enjoyment thereof. But torturing his balls directly was only half the punishment. With an effort of will Helen focused, leaning forward and oh-so-gently ran her fingertips up the sensitive underside of Rick's throbbing cock, which hadn't lost an ounce of its hardness. When she got to the tip she smeared his copious precum around and around his taut head with her thumb. As she slid her hand back to the base she reveled in the tremendous flexing of his cock with each of Bridget's well-aimed spanks. Despite the tremendous pain he was experiencing, after only a few firm strokes from base to tip she could tell that Rick was already getting close to exploding. Poor fucker, she thought, without a hint of sympathy.

Helen gently stroked up his cock one last time and then pulled off entirely. Rick paused in his dutiful cunt-munching and let out a deep groan of abject pain at the merciless abuse of his poor, bloated balls. This sent Helen over the edge of her first orgasm, and she cried out as the pleasure crashed over her again and again.

Bridget paused in her spanking, having never seen another woman orgasm in person. This whole situation was just overwhelmingly erotic, and would undoubtedly fuel the teen's masturbation sessions for years to come. At some point her own left hand had begun massaging her pussy over her yoga pants, and she realized she could cum, too, if she wanted.

As Helen's tremors subsided, she looked up to see Bridget staring at her in nipple-hardening mixture of shock and lust. The older woman smiled, sitting up straighter atop her bound husband. She ground down harder against him as she said, "No one told you to stop, pet. You've got a long way to go. Bridget, honey? Would you be so kind as to hand me that hairbrush?" Helen felt Rick tense underneath her and smiled cruelly.

Bridget looked down at the implements that Helen had set on the bed by Rick's left foot. She didn't even know what most of these things were, but she saw the wooden hairbrush and picked it up. It was surprisingly solid, with a heavy wooden back and stiff, pale bristles on only one side. She placed it curiously in Helen's outstretched hand, wondering why Helen wanted to brush her hair now?

With disarming delicacy, Helen reached down with her left hand and traced the thick veins running up the underside of Rick's desperate cock. But when she reached the tip she gripped Rick's cock tightly just below the head. His angry, purple knob swelled even further, and a thick bead of precum was forced out to run thickly over Helen's hand. Then without any warning, she brought the back of the brush down onto Rick's bound scrotum, compressing both balls viciously and sending an incredible *SMACK* reverberating around the room.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Then every muscle in Rick's body clenched violently and he cried out in anguish directly into Helen's sopping cunt. Maintaining her grip just below the head of his cock, she bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut, reveling in the amazing sensation of Rick's agony.

"Bridget, dear?" Helen managed after a few moments. Bridget looked up. "Enjoy, but do not cum. Do you understand?" Bridget swallowed audibly and only nodded. "Good girl." A shiver of pleasure ran down Bridget's spine. Why did that feel so good?

Helen returned her attention to her poor husband's tortured genitals. Bridget's hand was a blur as she desperately stroked her throbbing clit over her pants. Blindly she reached out, seeking something with which to hurt Rick's balls; she wanted desperately to see Helen cum. Her hand happened upon a thick silicone dildo (almost as big as Rick). Without a moment's hesitation she swung the heavy dildo sideways, scoring a direct hit on Rick's left testicle, sending his bulging scrotum to smack into his right thigh. Without missing a beat Helen swung the brush down again, crushing his aching nuts only a little less brutally than the first time.

Bridget swung the dildo in a vicious backhand, connecting with Rick's poor right testicle. The two women set up a steady rhythm, ruthlessly pounding Rick's swollen, tender balls over and over and over again, while each climbed steadily higher and higher toward truly epic orgasms.

Helen began to shake as her climax crashed first. She fell forward, her cheek resting against Rick's cock, her loose hair tickling his still-throbbing shaft. She could only moan and mewl as mind-numbing waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again.

Bridget continued to rain down silicone blows onto Rick's balls while Helen rode out her orgasm. With one final, particularly vicious blow she actually knocked the testicle cuff clean off! Rick's screams brought Helen over the crest one more time, and her scream of pleasure almost pushed Bridget over the forbidden edge of her own earth-shattering climax.

Helen slid off of Rick's face, still trembling from the intensity of her multiple orgasms. She sat for a moment at Rick's left and collected herself, once again tucking her hair behind her ears. Then she moved to undo the ankle cuffs, allowing Rick to draw his legs in and curl up to protect his poor, battered, aching testicles. She then slid to sit at the foot of the bed next to Bridget, eyeing her curiously.

Bridget slowly put down the dildo, still in shock as to what had just transpired. She had almost had a fucking orgasm from hitting Rick in the balls! Well, that and watching a gorgeous creature like Helen cum all over his face. Fuck, this was all so fucking hot! She needed to think, to try and process all that had just happened. And to cum!

"I should, uh, g-g-go, um, check on my m-m-mother," Bridget stuttered as she rose from the bed and turned toward the door. Her legs felt like jello and her mind was fuzzy; she found it difficult to keep a single though in her head. As she tried to walk she noticed that her yoga pants were positively soaked! She could hear the squishing, wet sounds with every step, and now that she was aware of it the musky smell of her arousal was almost overpowering. "Uh, Mrs. G? Could I maybe, um, borrow some pants?"

Helen smiled. "Of course, dear. There are some sweats in the bottom drawer there. They'll be too big, but they should be sufficient to get you home." Helen had imagined that Bridget would just slip the sweats on over her pants, and cocked an eyebrow in surprise when Bridget simply slid down the sopping pants, her ass and pussy on full display. Poor Rick missed the show entirely, curled up and crying softly, his eyes clenched in obvious pain. Helen, though, in spite of, or perhaps because of, her recent orgasms found herself aroused by Bridget's wanton display. We will definitely have to do this again sometime. There are many things we could teach this budding sadist...  Helen mused to herself. Then Bridget stepped into the sweats and hurried to the door, carrying her bunched up yoga pants.

"Oh, Bridget," Helen called softly, but with that icy undertone. Bridget froze and turned in the doorway, trying and failing to hide the fear she felt. Helen remained seated at the foot of the bed as she offered, "If you ever need help or want advice, please don't hesitate to talk to me. But Rick is off-limits, okay? At least for now."

Bridget let out an audible sigh of relief. "Thanks, Mrs. G," she said, smiling broadly. "Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome, dear," Helen smiled back, "but you should know that your punishment has yet to begin. I'll be in touch." Bridget heart skipped a beat as she turned toward the door, already wondering at the possibilities.

"Oh, and Bridget? Are you forgetting something?" Bridget turned back and looked at her quizzically. Helen's eyes were no longer smiling. "I'm going to need my key back, honey."

It was like those cartoons where a light-bulb comes on over the ditzy character's head. Bridget's face lit up in realization, and then she made a show of patting her non-existent pockets looking for the key before remembering that it was nestled snug between her pert little tits. Who did she think she was fooling?

Bridget tossed the key to Helen, "Here you go, Mrs. G. Oops!" but it fell short, bouncing underneath the bed. As Helen bent to pick it up, Bridget winked at Rick, blew him a silent kiss, and was gone.

Helen stood regally and replaced the key to her husband's cage around her own neck, the delicate silver key to its home between her full, round breasts. Then she, too padded for the door.

"Uh, Helen?" Rick's voice cracked. The pain in his poor balls had settled to a steady, dull throb. He cleared his throat and tried again. "*ahem* Aren't you going to take the cuffs off?" he asked, gesturing with his still-bound wrists.

She stopped in the doorway and, without turning, replied, "I'm going to go tidy up the backyard, and I'm going to think about whether or not you have been punished enough for today." With that she left, and Rick was left alone on the bed with his thoughts.





Epilogue
(in which the full extent of the plan is revealed, and the story concludes)

*buzz, buzz* Rick looked down at his phone. Who would be calling him in the middle of the morning? He didn't recognize the number.

"This is Rick."

"Hi, daddy!"

Rick's blood ran cold.

It had been almost two weeks since that fateful day. He and Helen had fucked like rabbits that evening and the next, but she still hadn't let him cum. Thankfully she also hadn't hurt his balls (much) since then, and at this point he had (almost) fully recovered. But this was the longest she had ever denied his orgasm and he hoped against hope that this weekend she would finally make him cum!

He hadn't spoken to Bridget since that afternoon either. Helen had mentioned that she'd gone back to school, and truth be told, he was glad Bridget was gone. That afternoon had been fun, but that girl was all manner of trouble that he did not need.

But now here she was, calling him on his cell phone while he was at work! Rick felt himself start to sweat. "Bridget, I've told you, please don't call me that. What are you doing?!" he whispered forcefully into the phone as he stood from his desk and went out into the hall.

"Your wife's going to be gone all day tomorrow, isn't she?" Rick's mouth was dry and his jaw dropped. How could she know that? "I know that because I talked my mom into taking Helen to the coast for the day," she answered, as if reading his thoughts. She paused to let that information sink in for a moment. "That means we'll have the whole day all to ourselves! And don't worry; my mom thinks I'm camping with friends. I'll see you tomorrow at morning at 10!" she made a kissing sound and then hung up.

Rick just stood dumbly holding the phone to his ear. His brain was still about 10 seconds behind in the conversation. Helen was going to the coast for the day. She wasn't worried about anything because he was all locked up, and she had the only key. Wait, Bridget was coming over?! Nononononono...

He called back twice and texted her, but Bridget wouldn't answer. Okay. Think... this is fine. This is totally fine. I can handle this. He just wouldn't let her in. Yeah. He'd tell her the situation; that Helen wouldn't approve, and he was locked up anyway, didn't Bridget know that? Yeah. Nothing could possibly happen. In spite of himself Rick felt his cock stiffening in its restrictive cage as he remembered her hands on his cock... how she had practically begged for his cum...



"You sure you're gonna be alright?" Helen asked as Rick loaded her bag into the trunk of the car. Rick smiled warmly; her maternal concern really was cute. Helen somehow managed to look ravishing even in comfortable clothes for the beach: she had on a loose t-shirt whose tremendous neckline revealed an amazing amount of bikini-clad cleavage, a pair of cutoff shorts, and sandals. Rick, wearing a sleeveless shirt and loose-fitting sweatpants, closed the trunk firmly.

"I'll be fine. I've got some work to catch up on, that stuff in the backyard, and Jimmy and Dave are coming over tonight. Just try to relax and have a good time with Sam. It seems like she needs this getaway even more than you do."

"Alright. Be a good boy," she chided playfully as she got on her tiptoes to give him a kiss goodbye. As Rick leaned down to meet her he saw the key to his cage sparkling in the morning sunshine, drawing further attention to her expansive cleavage. She gave him a peck on the lips but then he put his arm around her waist and pulled her in, kissing her with authority. She hesitated a moment and then he felt her melt into him, her lips parting and their tongues did their familiar, passionate dance. Sam sat in the passenger seat not five feet away, trying not to watch the passionate display and wondering when she had last been kissed like that...

Putting her hands on his chest Helen broke the kiss, blushing adorably in arousal as she looked up at him. "Have a great time," he said in earnest, "but hurry back," squeezing her ass in both his strong hands.

Helen touched his face and smiled, hesitating only a moment before turning toward the packed car. She hopped in driver's seat and then she and Sam were speeding off to their weekend beach adventure. Rick checked his watch and saw that it was 10:05. He looked around nervously, thankful to see no sign of the mischievous troublemaker. Breathing a sigh of relief and he headed for the house.

He went inside and closed the door, already thinking of spreadsheets and reports. Before he could even get out of the entry, however, he heard the doorbell ring. He turned with a curious frown on his face and opened the door. There stood Bridget, wearing a white tank-top that was probably only two sizes too small, a pair of hot-pink running shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin, and her blonde hair up in pigtails again. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, waiting to be invited in. Rick felt his caged cock stirring, at the same time that a chill ran down his spine.

He just stood in the open doorway, dumbfounded. How did she get here so fast? Was she hiding in the bushes? "How did you-"

Bridget just shook her head and brushed past him into the house. She turned toward him and said, "You gonna shut the door and say hello to me, daddy?" Rick jolted at her words, hurriedly shutting the door. He hated it, but his cock lurched painfully in its cage when she called him "daddy". And a familiar, dull ache had begun again in his long-denied balls.

"Bridget, what are you doing here?? I didn't think you were seriously coming here!"

"What am I doing here? I'm here to give you relief, daddy," she winked mischievously, running her index finger down his chest. "And maybe have you help me learn some new things," she added mysteriously.

"I hate to break it to you, but Helen just left with the only key to-" he trailed off as he noticed the silver chain around Bridget's neck, which she was now lifting from her pert, perky cleavage to show Rick the small, silver key attached. "But you... she just... how did you get that? She's going to notice it's missing and come right back here!" Rick was starting to panic.

"Daddy, daddy, calm down. This isn't Helen's key," Bridget assured him. Now Rick was just confused. How could this teenager pull the rug out from under him so many times in so short a span? "Do I really have to spell this out for you? I thought you were a pretty smart guy, daddy," Bridget said, shaking her head. Rick's cock cage was definitely feeling extremely restrictive by that point.

"Remember a couple weeks ago, when I stole her key? Of course you do. Who could ever forget the beating your balls took that day?" she giggled. "Anyway, before I unlocked you, I ran to the hardware store and had a copy made."

"You did?? Then why didn't you put her key back before unlocking my cage??"

"I could tell she was getting suspicious. I figured the best thing to do was to get caught, get punished, and then let Helen be even more cautious with her key, confident that no one could take it again. Of course, I had no idea how bad our punishments would be... " here she paused, remembering, biting her lip in arousal, "... but all in all I think the plan worked perfectly!"

Rick's head was still spinning as Bridget sank to her knees and began tugging down his sweatpants. Suddenly he was naked from the waist down; well, naked except for his cock cage, of course.

"Oh, daddy, you're already trying to get hard for me," Bridget cooed, as she hefted his still swollen, blue balls. His cock was bulging obscenely from every crevice of the constricting tube.

"Bridget, please don't call me that," Rick pleaded. She just winked up at him and returned her attention to her prize. Slowly, teasingly, Bridget retrieved the key from between her firm, young breasts and unlocked the tiny padlock that kept him prisoner. Of course, getting the damn thing off in his current state was quite a chore, not helped by the fact that it was only Bridget's second time removing the cage. But eventually his cock was free, and it rapidly pulsed and swelled right before Bridget's wide eyes. She licked her lips in anticipation.

"Last time I didn't even get to kiss it. Poor, daddy," she said with mock sympathy. Her left hand curled around the thick base of his shaft, while her right hefted his heavy nuts. She just sat there for a moment, relishing the sight of Rick's prize meat; meat that hadn't had any relief in weeks and weeks; meat that was finally, at long last, all hers. She giggled at the thought, his cock pulsing in time with his accelerating heartbeat.

Finally, she leaned in and gave the fat, mushroom head a wet kiss. Rick moaned in complete abandon. In no time at all thick precum was pouring from his slit, and Bridget slurped and sucked it up hungrily. She was making out passionately with his rampant cock, swirling her tongue around the flared head, licking and kissing and sucking over every inch of his aching cock as if her life depended on it.

Rick tried desperately to hold back, but it had been too fucking long, and Bridget was too fucking hot, and her mouth just felt too fucking good! He felt his poor balls pull up tight and his cock swelled further as he rapidly approached his first orgasm in almost two months...

But just a few strokes shy of hurtling him over the edge Bridget stopped french-kissing his cock and sat back. She, too, had felt his balls pull up tight and knew his orgasm was close. Unfortunately, she wasn't as experienced as Helen (yet!) and so she played it safe. Rick's cock twitched violently as it desperately sought... anything. Bridget smirked as she gave his balls a particularly vicious squeeze.

Rick's eyes went wide with alarm and pain. "Bridget, what the fuck!?" he cried out as he practically fell over in his haste to clutch his poor, aching testicles.

"Oooh, sorry, daddy. Did that hurt?" Bridget asked, pulling his hands away as she leaned in to give his poor nuts some soothing kisses. "I really want to make you cum... to give you that full, satisfying release you've been craving for sooo long... " she punctuated each statement with a wet *smooch* on his aching balls, "I really want to swallow rope after rope after rope of all that hot... thick... gooey cum... Ugh! I want it so bad!" here she gave his cock a mighty squeeze, causing the veins to stand out even more and the massive, purple head to flare out wider. "But I want to play a little bit first," she gave his cockhead a parting wet kiss, right where the crown met the underside of the shaft. Then she hopped up and headed toward Rick and Helen's bedroom. "Where is that testicle cuff?"

Rick's stomach dropped to the floor and his eyes widened in fear...



FIN

2024/03/10