Best Laid Plans, Parts 1 & 2

# Best Laid Plans, Parts 1 & 2

by James Bean

[Link to Part 3 & Epilogue](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1bbve5i/best_laid_plans_part_3_epilogue/)

**Tags:** FM, FFM, ballbusting, big cock, chastity, orgasm denial, size, tease

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**Acknowledgement:** I want to thank the very generous and skilled [KiwiBB](https://kiwiballachestories.wordpress.com/) 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</em> them. It was a good thing <em>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</em> 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 <em>always</em> followed by a <em>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...

<i>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...</i>

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. <i>What the fuck??</i>, 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.

*TO BE CONTINUED*

[Link to Part 3 & Epilogue](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1bbve5i/best_laid_plans_part_3_epilogue/)