New Neighbors- Part 2

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After a long morning of moving boxes and furniture up two flights, and not an insignificant number of smacks to his sore balls from each of his new neighbors, Danny finally closed his apartment door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. He hobbled to his freezer to grab a bag of peas to try and soothe his aching nuts. He settled himself carefully into an armchair in his living room, but he didn't feel as relaxed as he hoped.

Even through his pain and the lingering humiliation of the day's events, Danny's ceaselessly horny mind was running over all the stored, erotic images he had taken in of his three sexy new acquaintances. When he closed his eyes he could only picture Ivy's long legs, Mandy's jiggling breasts, or Sam's pert little bare ass. He was soon erect despite his throbbing balls.

He sighed and tossed the frozen peas aside. Maybe he would feel better if he took the edge off his horniness and some pressure off his nuts. He freed his large cock and let his mind run wild with fantasies of what he would like to do with Sam while he stroked. Just as he approached orgasm, there was a loud knock at the door.

Danny flinched, afraid that it was Ivy and she somehow knew that he was having unsavory thoughts about her supposedly innocent little sister. But the voice that drifted through the door was much warmer.

"Danny?" Many inquired sweetly. "I was going to have a look and make sure everything is alright down there. I'm a nurse, you know."

Danny considered ignoring it, but he also considered the possibility that a below-the-belt inspection could turn sexy with a girl like Mandy. He decided to find out. He tucked his throbbing cock back into his sweatpants and opened the door. Mandy's eyes immediately dropped to his tented pants and she smirked.

"I guess you're not doing too badly then? Let's have a look, just in case." She closed the door behind her and dropped to her knees, pulling Danny's pants down. From this vantage, he could see down her shirt at the huge expanse of her cleavage. He gasped as her hand closed fully around his sensitive cock, but she was merely lifting it out of the way to inspect his testicles.

"Oh my, you have quite a bit of swelling already," she observed professionally, lightly feeling each of his balls with her free hand. "You're going to have some pretty extensive bruising in the next few days. I'll need to apply a little pressure to assess if there's any internal damage, so brace yourself, okay?"

Danny tried to protest, quickly saying, "Oh that's okay, I'm sure they're fine!" But Mandy moved both hands to his right testicle and began digging her fingertips into his flesh, deeply probing the sore nut. Danny gripped her shoulders, struggling to hold himself upright, and groaned through the agony as she "assessed" for a full minute.

"Good job, hon," Mandy cooed. "We're going to check the left one now, stay strong, okay? It'll be worth it." She repeated the painful maneuver on his left nut as Danny tried to focus on her words. Perhaps he would be rewarded for his suffering after all.

"Okay," Mandy said finally. "All done. It seems that Ivy hasn't done any permanent damage yet. But you'll need to let them heal, so no sexual activity for a week. I brought a little something to help with that. " She pulled a metal device out of her pocket and began fitting into place over his penis.

"What the fuck is this?" Danny asked in horror, staring at his caged cock.

"That's just a little medical device that helps curb the temptation to touch yourself," Mandy said, voice sweet and professional. "In a week, you come up and see me and I'll take it off for you."

"A week without cumming?" Danny said in horror. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone a day without getting off.

Mandy stood up and smiled at him, standing close so that her breasts pressed up against his chest. "I'll tell you what. I feel bad about what Ivy did to you, so when your time is up, you can work out all that frustration on me, personally." She gave him a gentle kiss on the lips and departed.

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After an agonizing week of unresolved lust, Danny raced up the stairs to the girls' apartment. He knocked and recoiled instinctively when Ivy answered, dressed in skimpy work-out clothes, but she merely rolled her eyes and walked away, saying, "Don't be too loud, okay?" over her shoulder. He couldn't help but check out her perfectly toned, spandex-clad ass as she retreated.

A door down the hall opened and Mandy poked her head out, smiling invitingly. Danny practically ran into the room where he found her waiting for him totally naked. He took her incredibly voluptuous body in with his eyes and began to explore her with his hands, running them over the curves of her hips and ass while her breasts pressed against his chest.

"Get this thing off of my cock," he growled.

"Not so fast," Mandy said, teasing. "I suspect you're not going to last too long, so you'll need to get me off before I unlock you." She lied back on her bed and spread her legs, giving him a full view of her bare, glistening pussy.

Danny groaned in frustration but got to work going down on her, his cock oozing precum. As he worked his tongue over clit and slid his fingers into her wet entrance, Mandy began to moan and rock her hips against his face. Her pleasure turned him on even more, and by the time she came, pulling his hair, he was desperate for freedom.

"Please," he begged rather pathetically as Mandy panted, recovering from her orgasm.

She retrieved a key from her bedside drawer and finally took his cage off. His cock immediately hardened. Mandy lay back again and spread her legs for him once more. Trembling, Danny mounted her and placed his hard cock at her entrance. As slowly has he could manage, he slid his big dick into her, enjoying every sensation of her tight, wet pussy on his cock.

He paused when he was fully submerged in her, trying to take deep breaths to slow his already approaching orgasm. Mandy giggled at his struggle and squeezed her pelvic muscles, making Danny moan in pleasure. "Oh god," he stammered, realizing it was futile to try and control his orgasm. "I'm going to cum!" He began to thrust hard into her, but Mandy suddenly stopped him, sitting up and putting her hand on his chest.

"Wait!" She said, "I got a text." Danny stared in disbelief as she grabbed her phone off the beside table and read the text, all while Danny was immobile above her, on the precipice of orgasm. "It's work. It's an emergency," she said. "I have to go in."

She pushed his hips up, sliding his throbbing cock out of her, stood up and began fumbling for her uniform.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Danny demanded. "I could cum in about thirty seconds, just let me finish!"

"Don't be rude," Mandy said dismissively. "Work is important to me. Just get yourself off and we'll hook up again soon, I promise." She had thrown on scrubs and was already gathering her things to leave. Danny sighed miserably and started to stroke his cock.

"Well not here! I'm leaving, Ivy won't want you hanging around without me. Just get dressed and go back to your place and take care of it." She left without so much as a backward glance.

Muttering complaints, Danny pulled his clothes back on and went to leave Mandy's room. When he did, he nearly ran into Sam, who was standing outside the door obviously waiting for him.

"Jesus!" He hissed, terrified to rouse Ivy. He couldn't help but let his eyes rove over Sam's body, though. She was wearing tiny dolphin shorts, her long slender legs on display again, and a sheer bralette, her pert breasts and pink nipples totally visible. She was also sporting a playful smirk.

"Is that for me?" She asked, pointing to the very apparent erection that stood out through his thin sweatpants. Before he could object, she had dropped to her knees and pulled his pants and boxers down.

"Oh god," he moaned, "What about Ivy?"

But Sam had already taken the head of his cock into her mouth, her full lips tight around him, her tongue flicking against him teasingly. His eyes rolled back. As she began to work him more fully into her mouth and throat, he was quickly lost in pleasure, forgetting any danger. He leaned back against the door, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He would hate to be the one to let Ivy know, but this was definitely not the first cock Sam had sucked.

She quickly built into a rhythm that soon brought his desperate cock to the edge of orgasm again. "Oh, baby," he groaned, "I'm right there! Swallow my cum..." But the motion of her head suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes which were met with Ivy's furious green eyes staring back.

She had grabbed Sam by her hair and was now pulling her backward so that Danny's needful cock popped out of her mouth and bobbed desperately in the air, yet again robbed of an orgasm.

"Go to your room," Ivy growled at Sam, not taking her eyes off Danny as the younger girl hurried away. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, and Danny couldn't miss the look of amusement on her pretty face. The little brat had set him up.

"I know how bad this looks," Danny started to say, but Ivy's hand shot out and wrapped around the top of his scrotum. She pulled him toward her room, giving him no choice but to follow along awkwardly with his pants and boxers around his ankles.

"This is really my own fault," she said evenly. "I obviously didn't make the situation clear to you when we first met. This time, I'll make sure there's no possible way you could miss my point."

"Oh god," he groaned miserably, "Please don't, I swear I'll never go near Sam again! This time was an accident." She had dragged him by the balls to her bedside where Danny was horrified to see restraints mounted to the ceiling and floor.

"I had those installed the day I moved in. I had a feeling I would need them. Put your wrists in the cuffs. It'll just be worse for you if you don't comply," she ordered, business-like.

Danny hesitated but snapped his wrists into the restraints. Despite his dread, his cock was still hard and part of him was still admiring Ivy's body in her sports bra and tiny spandex shorts. She seemed to be limbering up, stretching her long, muscular legs.

"I have a very stressful job, Daniel," she said, her voice a little strained as she stretched. "I work with a bunch of men who don't take me seriously. I have to fight to be heard every day. I've found that the greatest stress relief is kickboxing. Every kick and punch and knee I throw at the bag, I imagine it was landing in the balls of one of my asshole coworkers."

Danny felt his heart sink even further. "Please," he said, knowing it was hopeless as Ivy slid his pants and boxers off. She spread his ankles wide apart and strapped them into the restraints attached to the floor.

"I'm just letting you know," she continued. "That while I'm teaching you a lesson, I'll also be working out some of my own issues on these nice, big nuts of yours." She gave them an appreciative squeeze. "And I am grateful for that." She dropped to her knees in front of him to bring her level with his dangling balls.

She began throwing some jabs, straight punches that connected hard with his testicles and knocked them back, only for them to swing forward again to receive more punches. Danny squirmed and grimaced and struggled against his restraints, but he knew that Ivy was just getting started. His erection finally began to flag and occasionally received a hard punch as well.

She began to mix in more painful crosses and hooks, slamming his sack in all directions. Finally, she brought her fist all the way down to the floor and rocketed it up into his balls, crushing them against his pelvis. Danny screamed, pain exploding into his abdomen.

Ivy smiled, holding her fist in place and grinding her knuckles deep into his swelling flesh. "Now that they're softened up, we can really get started." She stepped back and fired a hook kick into his groin, the top of her bare foot smacking against both of his testicles. The force and speed of it shocked Danny. It took a moment for the incredible, crushing pain to catch up to him, but when it did it forced all the air from his lungs.

Ivy continued to launch kick after brutal kick into his brutalized nuts, her face filled with dark pleasure. Danny's limbs struggled against his restraints helplessly, trying desperately to shield his vulnerable balls. His eyes rolled with pain and he began to sweat. He felt like screaming but all he could emit were low, guttural groans as his balls were bashed endlessly.

Ivy finally paused, panting and sweating herself. "Are you ready for my favorite part?" She asked. Danny couldn't find any words but tried to plead with his eyes. His lower body was a mess of pain. His testicles felt like they were on fire and throbbed torturously.

Ivy stepped up to him and fired a knee strike into his groin, flattening his balls against his pelvis. Danny's eyes bugged, his face went red, and he wheezed. Ivy laughed at his comical expression and felt each of his testicles.

"You still have both of them! Honestly, I haven't gotten to practice these much but so far it's been about 50/50 odds the guy loses at least one of 'em. I know I'm giving you lousy odds, but you're getting a couple more, okay? So you keep me in mind this time around. Stay away from Sam."

She kneed his balls even harder, putting all of the momentum of her bodyweight into it. Without pause, she did it a third time. Danny nearly blacked out, and willed himself to, but he stayed conscious and aware of the agony tearing through his body. Ivy felt his nuts again and looked visibly disappointed.

"You keep them today, I guess. Maybe I'm losing my edge." She seemed hesitant to release his grotesquely swollen testicles. "Since you've been such a good boy, I'll let you know one of my other little secrets about dealing with stress in the workplace. Attached to the underside of my desk at work, there's a pair of stress balls in the shape of a nice, big pair of hanging nuts."

Danny gaped at her as her grip on his balls began to tighten. "My boss is the biggest douchebag in the world," Ivy growled, her eyes going distant. She didn't seem to even notice Danny in front of her. "Whenever I have to hear that asshole drone on to me on the phone," she squeezed his balls hard now, her fingers digging into the flesh. "I squeeze the fuck out of those balls and pretend they're his. I swear-" Her grip tightened even more. "Some day I'm going to really do it to him."

Danny managed a strangled cry and it seemed to bring Ivy back to the world. "I guess you've had enough for today." She finally released his balls. She dropped down to unlock his ankle restraints and dragged a stool over to stand on to release his wrists. The second she did, Danny crumpled into a ball on the floor, gently cradling his balls, trying desperately to bring them some comfort.

"Get out of here," Ivy growled, tossing his clothes to him. He gathered them and crawled naked, every movement painful, out of her room and down the hall to Mandy's. He would have liked to leave the apartment altogether, but he couldn't face the thought of navigating stairs yet. He climbed into Mandy's bed and lay still, feeling the slightest relief from the cool sheets against his balls.

He heard the front door of the apartment open with a clatter of keys, and Mandy entered the room. "Oh! You're still here? Can you believe it? I got all the way to the hospital and they didn't need me after all." She began to strip off her uniform, her beautiful breasts spilling free once more. Then she caught sight of Danny's swollen, swiftly bruising nuts.

"Ohhh," she said. "You fucked up again, huh? That's a shame. I was really hoping for some dick tonight. I'll have to give them a thorough exam to be sure, but it looks like your cock is going back in the cage, buddy. Definitely for two weeks this time. Maybe three."