Ballbusting Story: Dinner With Friends, Chapter 1, Part 2

Part 2

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Included fetishes in this story:

Ballbusting, feet, chastity, SPH

*Please enjoy*



Tim closed the door behind him, and he had all but a full erection as Anna turned around to face him. Her eyes shot down to his pants, and she noticed immediately.

“Wow, somebody is excited!” She gasped. “I haven't even gotten to work yet.” She said as she walked over. She dropped to her knees right in front of him, slipping her fingertips into the elastic waistband of Tim’s shorts. She locked eyes with Tim as she pulled his shorts and boxers down. His small, hard cock sprung free, eagerly reaching for the sky. Anna giggled.

“Little man is eager it seems.” She cooed as she placed her lips onto the head, giving a gentle kiss. Her beautiful blue eyes stayed locked with Tim’s as she parted her lips, just enough to slide over his tip. Her seductive yet submissive gaze pierced through Tim as her tongue made contact and descended down his shaft, all the way to the hilt. Tim tilted his head back and let out a moan of pleasure as her tongue and lips stroked his raging boner. Anna pulled her head back out, pressing her tongue firmly into his member, and slid herself back down, her eye contact never faltering as she took him to the hilt.

As she worked away, her hand slid up Tim’s leg and found his sack. Anna wrapped her small hand around his jewels, taking what was hers. She gently squeezed and massaged his orbs around in her hand as she took him in and out of her mouth. Tim just stood there, frozen, as she worked her magic. After what felt like an eternity, she removed his pulsing cock from her mouth. 

“You know, sucking a small dick is such a treat.” Anna recounted as she studied his cock in front of her. “I can take it all the way in and still breathe, and I don’t even gag.” She proclaimed, her delicate fingers still wrapped around Tim’s balls. Tim was jolted from his blissful state by the comment.

“Oh gee, thanks.” He muttered sarcastically. Anna smiled at him.

“No, seriously, it's amazing. And I love you and your little man.” She teased as she released his sack and stood up. She reached her arm up and placed it behind Tim’s head and pulled him down to her height, bringing him in for a long, passionate kiss. 

“Now, on a serious note, I really am tired.” She said as she turned away and walked to their bedside table. “And I can tell that your balls are full, but since I can't enjoy you now, I will have to save you for later.” She said as she pulled the drawer out. Tim watched along in dismay, knowing exactly what she was looking for. She rummaged around before pulling out a small leather pouch. Tim’s heart sank.

“And just like at a restaurant, I put the snack I can't enjoy in a to-go box.” Anna pronounced, opening the pouch and taking out Tim’s worst enemy: his chastity cage. Anna took it apart as she slowly strolled back over. She stopped right in front of Tim and gave him a mischievous smile. Tim hated the cage. He hated wearing it. He hated the way that it felt, the way that it held his balls in place, the way that it stopped him from getting hard, and how he would now have to sit down to relieve himself to avoid the risk of making a mess. Unfortunately for him, Anna loved it. She enjoyed knowing that she was the only outlet for Tim’s sexual urges, and that he couldn't go touch himself without her.

Anna reached out to Tim’s still hard penis, taking it into her hand. “We need to get rid of this so I can save you for later.” She noted, sliding her hand up and down the shaft, causing Tim to let out a faint moan of pleasure. “Are you going to get it under control, or shall I?” She whispered, her fingers still teasing as she looked up at Tim.

“I'm so horny, I can't get it to go away with you teasing me like this.” Tim whined, suffering from Anna’s cruelty.

Anna pursed her lips. “So, I guess I'll have to take care of it then?” She asked, her innocent eyes gazing into Tim’s. He nodded as Anna reached her left hand up and placed it behind his neck, her right hand still stroking. “Alright, I'll help you out.” She stated.

She pulled Tim’s head down and brought him in for a kiss again. Her soft, delicious lips pressed against his as they kissed, slowly at first, but with increasing passion every second. Her hand teased his hard shaft as they connected, slowly slipping down, finding his sack once again. She wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base of his scrotum, gently pulling on his testicles. They continued making out with hot passion, Tim’s erection throbbing, begging for contact. He leaned into Anna, pressing his tip against her stomach. She let out a soft moan as he poked her, softly squeezing his balls. Tim was so lost in the pleasure that it took him a minute to notice that he was in pain. It dawned on him that Anna was starting to squeeze his testicles.

Her fingers wrapped around the base of his scrotum gave his poor nuts nowhere to run, nowhere to escape to. He tried to stop kissing Anna, but she held his neck tightly, pressing their lips together. She squeezed harder onto Tim’s fragile goods, sending pain across his ballbag and up into his stomach. He moaned in pain and opened his eyes as he tried to pull away. Anna’s eyes were already open, and she stared into his own as they kissed, but they were no longer innocent. They were challenging his authority, willing him to submit to her. She squeezed harder, now starting to crush his testicles and she stared into his soul, still pressing her lips hard into his. It was as if she was trying to suck the life force out of his mouth, absorbing his cries of pain. 

Tim’s knees started to shake. Anna had never done this before, and she was ruining him. The pain was so intense that he was starting to lose the ability to stand. Her fingers crushed mercilessly. Tim’s knees started to bend as he sank down towards the floor. He tried to cry out, but her lips were smothering him. As Anna submitted him, she continued to look into his eyes. Before Tim knew it, he was looking up to her as he slowly crumpled down to the floor. Anna eventually started bending her knees too, as Tim was going all the way down. Eventually they both knelt down on the ground in front of each other, lips still pressed together, eyes locked, Anna’s fingers gripping his testicles ruthlessly. Tim was almost sobbing into her lips, cries of pain just trying to escape his body.

Anna gave one last powerful pulse through her fingers, squeezing Tim’s poor balls impossibly harder. As Tim let out a loud, muffled cry, Anna released him from her clutches, his aching red testicles now free to swing from his body. She devoted her full attention once again to passionately kissing Tim as his hands cradled his injured manhood. Tim was in shock as he tried to return Anna’s kisses. He was not only reeling from the pain, but also from how surprised he was that she hurt him like that, as she had never done that before. As he massaged his damaged goods, he felt Anna opening and closing the base of the cock cage around him. The cold metal formed a ring around his sack and up over his shaft as she closed it shut. Before Tim could protest, she slipped the cage over his cock, sliding it into the ring. 

“Wait, please--” He begged, but it was too late. Anna had inserted the lock, securing the cage to the ring, trapping his cock. The lock clicked as she removed the key, and with the key, Anna had removed his manhood as well. His pride was stripped from him, and only the shell of a man remained. Tim hadn't even noticed his erection subside, he was too focused on the pain that Anna had inflicted upon him. She reached down to his now restrained package. Tim flinched and tried to block her hands away, but she persisted.

“I'm sorry my poor baby.” Anna cooed as she gently caressed his wounded testicles. “I did not want to hurt you, but I don’t have the energy to get you off, and I needed you locked up so you don’t touch yourself without me.” She explained. As she massaged Tim’s sack with her one hand, she used the other to slip the necklace that held the key over her head. 

Tim groaned with pain as Anna gently massaged the hurt away, slowly but surely relieving his aching balls. “I can’t believe you did that, it hurt so bad.” He whimpered. “Your massage is making them feel better. Please don’t squeeze them again.” He begged, staring at Anna pleadingly. 

“I won’t, I won’t!” Anna exclaimed. “I’ve got you where I want you, so I’m all done with that my love. I am sorry that I even did that, but I kind of wanted to see if it would work, which it evidently did.” She said to Tim. “I’m glad this massage is helping you!”

Tim winced as the pain faded away. “Can you do anything to heal my wounded pride?” He asked, smiling weakly. Anna gave a little smile and started trying to stroke his soft cock through the metal cage.

“Sorry my love, I’d help you if I could.” She toyed as she played with the key on her necklace with her other hand. “I can let you out after work tomorrow.” She teased, much to Tim’s dismay. Anna continued to play with his caged cock, her warm fingers brushing against his member through the cold metal. As she teased him, she leaned into him and brought her lips to his once again. Tim embraced her soft kiss once again, bracing himself as she leaned harder into him, putting her weight onto him.

Eventually Tim fell back under her weight and laid down on the floor. Anna swung her right leg up over his side, kneeling above him. She lowered herself down, resting on top of his cage. Her skirt parted away, revealing her red panties underneath. Tim noticed a dark patch staining them right before she lowered herself down. *She is absolutely soaking wet,* Tim realized. *How could she possibly not have the energy for sex if she is this pent up too?* He thought to himself. She moaned softly as the hard cage pressed into her. Tim felt his caged manhood press against her wet underwear, and it felt heavenly. Anna took more and more weight off of her knees, putting more and more onto Tim. Unfortunately, his caged sack had nowhere to escape to. 

“Ow ow, stop!” Tim pleaded as she accidentally crushed his nuts with her body. Anna immediately shifted her weight onto her knees and Tim sighed in relief. “Oooooof, my balls…” He groaned.

“I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Anna said apologetically. She quickly hopped to her feet. Without a second thought, she walked around to his head and spun around to face him. She stepped over Tim’s face, her bare foot moving in what felt like slow motion. He watched in awe as her amazing foot took an eternity to travel from one side of his head to the other. Tim admired her beautiful foot. Anna’s heel looked so soft and warm, and her arch looked even more desirable to kiss than her soft lips. Tim let out a soft moan as he watched her place her foot down onto the floor with the grace of a dancer. He shut his mouth immediately and his eyes shot up and found Anna’s. She had no idea that Tim had a foot fetish, and he wasn’t quite ready to tell her yet.

She looked at him quizzically, then down to her foot, then back at him. She stood there for a minute before she lifted her foot back up and held it above Tim’s head. He couldn't help but stare, his own horniness betrayed him, and Anna noticed. Tim realized he was letting his secret slip, and he looked back at Anna only to find her gazing down at him. She left her foot in the air for a second before she looked down at Tim’s cage, noticing his cock straining hard against the metal, trying its best to grow. Tim saw her looking, and she looked back at him. Anna smiled and lowered her foot down, placing the ball of her foot into his lips, resting her toes on his chin. Her delightful arch just barely touched his nose, and her soft heel hung in the air above his forehead. Tim let out a loud moan of pleasure. He couldn't keep this secret any longer. He gave her soft foot the most gentle kiss as he moaned again. Anna’s smile widened as she pulled her foot away and placed it down beside his head.

“Interesting…” She remarked, looking into Tim’s eyes. He knew that his secret was out, and he was pleased with Anna’s reaction. *She put her foot on my face for me to kiss, so she must not be disgusted,* He thought to himself. Before he could say anything, Anna dropped down to her knees, her red, wet panties inches above his face. Before he could say anything, she quickly settled herself down, pressing her body into his face. She moaned as Tim’s nose pushed up against her. He could feel his nose pressing into her clit as she shifted her weight back and forth. Tim felt Anna lift her weight off of him and slide herself forwards towards his chin. It only took her a second to reach down and pull her underwear to one side, revealing herself. She quickly plopped herself back down, giving Tim a different pair of lips to kiss. He obeyed her unspoken command, parting her labia with his tongue and inserting himself, tasting all of her sweetness. Anna moaned even louder this time as Tim penetrated her softly, lapping up all that he possibly could. It didn't take long before Tim ran out of air and began frantically tapping on her leg.

“Oh my god…” Anna moaned as she lifted herself off of him. Tim’s face was absolutely soaking from worshiping Anna. She stood up and once again lifted her foot over his wet face, purposefully grazing her toes across his lips. Tim reached out to grab her beautiful bare foot, fully embracing and owning his fetish. Anna pulled her foot away quickly from his grasp, shooting him a coy look as she giggled and walked down towards his waist. She stopped and picked up her foot and set it down gently right onto Tim's cage. Tim couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling in this moment. His cock strained against the cage, desperately trying to inflate.

Anna rubbed her bare foot back and forth over the cage, watching Tim’s reaction. He moaned as her foot slid from the cage to his balls, rubbing them softly before working its way back to his cock. Anna removed her foot and walked back up towards Tim's head again. She lifted one leg in the air and began to remove her panties. She pulled them off of one leg and then the next. Tim reached out to grab her feet, and she did not stop him this time. Anna crouched down at his side and balled up her panties. Before he could ask what she was doing, to Tim’s surprise, she stuffed them into his mouth. Tim stared in shock but did not protest as he caressed Anna’s feet as she crouched next to him, running his fingers up her arches to her perfectly rounded heels. She stood up on her tiptoes so as not to crush Tim’s hands and stepped back, walking back down towards his waist. Tim enjoyed tasting Anna’s deliciousness through her panties, which he now found stuffed into his mouth.

Anna turned around and smiled down at Tim. She seductively lifted her foot once more and rested it on his squirming metal cage. Anna studied his reactions as she moved her toes around, traversing every inch of the cage and his trapped sack beneath it. She was finding out exactly what felt the best. Anna continued to toy with Tim for another minute before she finally removed her foot, marking the end of this teasing. Or so Tim thought.

Anna left her foot suspended in the air for a brief moment while she watched Tim. She knew he was in heaven, but she also knew he wouldn't be for long. Tim had no time to react as he watched Anna rapidly snap her foot back down from where it was hanging. Her toes curled, Anna kicked out at Tim’s exposed nutsack. Her foot flew upwards in an arc through the air, starting low between his legs, climbing upwards as she approached her target. Tim barely could register what was happening before he watched the top of her soft foot connect with the bottom of his sack. His balls couldn't move an inch because of the cage. Tim watched as his nuts were punted up and away, making way for the bare foot that was flying through them. His balls pushed up into his cage as they were slammed aside. Anna’s foot followed through the powerful kick that she had just delivered and up into the air above Tim before she brought it back down to the ground. 

Tim immediately let out a muffled yelp of pain, stifled by the warm, wet panties in his mouth. Stars immediately filled his eyes. His poor balls were held firmly in place by the cage, causing them to absorb most of the energy. Tim instantly curled up into a ball and rolled onto his side, feeling as though his stomach was getting ripped apart. He continued to groan and cry out, tears filling his eyes. Blurred by the tears, he saw Anna’s feet appear in front of his face as she walked up and once again crouched in front of him. She reached her hand out and started stroking Tim’s head, her fingers running through the hair just behind his ear. Anna removed one of his hands from his once again wounded scrotum, and brought it up, placing it on her crouched foot. His hand instantly wrapped around her foot as he cried, his thumb resting on the top of the foot that had just crushed him, and his other fingers wrapped around her arch. Anna leaned in towards Tim’s ear and removed her panties from his mouth.

“You know, if I had known that you were turned on by a woman's feet, I would never, ever have let you give that massage to Piper.” She growled. She reached her hand down, prying Tim’s limp fingers off of his nutsack and replacing them with her own. Tim’s tear filled eyes widened in fear as he felt her clutching his devastated manhood. “No wonder you had an erection when you walked in.” Anna remarked as she began to squeeze.

“Please no!” Tim cried out as the pain amplified once again. He gripped her beautiful bare foot even tighter as she crushed him.

“And you weren't even going to tell me! You could've been honest and finished your drink to avoid the massage, but you chose otherwise.” She remarked flatly. Anna pushed him onto his back and swiftly swung her leg back around his head so she was on top of Tim once more. He got one solid look at her pussy before she immediately dropped it back on his mouth with all of her weight. His cries of pain are muffled as Anna squeezed as hard as she could once again. She was devastating, destroying Tim’s helpless balls. He let out a scream of pain, nearly silenced by Anna sitting on top of him. All he could do was let her sit on his tongue as he tried to beg for forgiveness and respite from her clutches, her sweet juices flooding his taste buds, but all Tim had on his mind were his screaming balls.

“Piper has cute feet too. Are they prettier than mine?” Anna asked as she released Tim’s ruined manhood. His face was wet for many reasons: Anna’s wet pussy leaking all over him, saliva from his tongue, his nose running, his tears of pain being shed. The relief of Anna letting go was instant, but before Tim could enjoy it he heard a dull thud through her thighs pressed against his ears. It did not take long before Tim registered that he had received a brutal slap. The pain instantly followed his realization. This pain was different; it was sharp and stabbing, piercing its way through Tim’s nuts and up through his abdomen. It felt like his family jewels were shattered like glass. He screamed, or tried to at least. All that ended up was his tongue slid up further inside of Anna's perfect vagina. He felt her shudder in pleasure.

“You know, if you don't answer my question, I'm going to hit you again…” Anna warned. Tim’s mind was racing as he thought desperately.

“What question?!” Tim attempted to shriek, tragically muffled by Anna’s anatomy as he recoiled from the pain. He was so distracted that he didn't even hear it. Tim knew that Anna must have heard his answer and was not happy about it when he received another slap. He cried out once again, but Anna’s sweet pussy was the only one to hear about it. The pain was obliterating, but Tim had a new problem. He needed to breathe, and serving as Anna’s chair was not granting him the opportunity. He started tapping her leg to let her know to remove herself, but she stayed still. Tim frantically started tapping her leg, yet Anna stayed still once again. His cries for help were rewarded with another hard slap. This time, Tim was unable to cry out. He was out of air. He frantically fought through the pain and kept smacking Anna’s strong thighs.

This time, she got the message. She quickly lifted herself off of Tim. He gasped, absorbing the air as quickly as he could. Anna hovered just above his face, looking like a snack ready for eating, although the only thing Tim could now think about was the pain pulsing through his groin. He couldn't believe how Anna had so mercilessly beaten him. 

Tim felt the familiar sensation of a small hand wrapping around his bruised testicles. He inhaled and winced as he braced for the pain, but it never came. He stared up at Anna’s wet pussy hovering right over his face, teasing him, dying to be eaten. Anna shifted her hovering closer above Tim.

“So answer my question.” Anna demanded, tightening her grasp on Tim’s balls. “Who has the cuter feet, me or Piper?” 

Tim quivered. “You do, you do!” He insisted, not wanting any further punishment. Anna hesitated as if she didn't believe him, still firmly grasping him. Tim’s fate quite literally rested in the palms of her hands. His heart sank as he felt her grip start to tighten down, but before he knew it he was released. Tim sighed in relief, staring upwards at the soaking wet labia floating just above his face. Anna stood up and stepped away, leaving him lying there. She walked to her dresser and took out a new pair of panties, turning around to look at Tim.

“You know that I am going to find out if you aren't telling the truth, right?” She stated as she slipped the clean underwear up her legs.

“Yes ma'am.” Tim replied obediently as he curled up, nursing his beet-red nutsack. *These are definitely swollen,* he thought to himself as he checked his orbs for physical damage. He could still hardly believe what had just happened. Anna finished getting dressed and walked past Tim towards their bed. She sat down facing Tim, kicking her legs up into the air.

“You know, that orgasm was *really* nice.” Anna said as she stared at her feet kicking in the air, her hand absentmindedly playing with the key on her necklace. Tim was confused.

“What do you mean?” He said, not remembering the part of those events in which either of them were sexually satisfied. “Oh, you didn't notice?” Anna replied, confused. “I came while I was riding you, remember?” She flicked the key she was wearing around in her hand as she looked up at Tim and smiled. Tim was slowly finding his way onto his knees, the pain beginning to subside.

“Ummm, I was a little bit distracted.” He winced as he stood up, stooping over and resting his hands on his knees. Anna laughed.

“Yeah that makes sense now that you mention it.” She giggled. “Now get out, I don’t want Piper to think that you're having too much fun in here.” She teased playfully as she laid back onto the bed. Anna spread her legs as she laid back, giving Tim a perfect view up her skirt. He ogled at her, still admiring that which had just recently smothered him. Anna quickly pulled the covers up, hiding herself, a coy smile on her face.

“Go on now, give a lady some privacy.” She insisted with a satisfied smirk on her face. 

“Yes ma'am.” Tim winced as he stood up straight for the first time in what felt like an eternity. As he limped to the door, he nursed his wounded manhood. Despite all the pain and suffering Anna had just caused him, Tim felt his cock begin to strain at the metal cage that contained him. He was relieved to have finally confessed his foot fetish to Anna, and even more relieved at her seemingly positive reception to his newly exposed secret. *Tomorrow night isn't so far away*, Tim thought. He could only imagine what might be in store for him then.