Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Who is Zach? (updated)

Original Date: 09/14/2014

A couple of weeks ago a reader suggested that I post pictures for the characters in the stories. That made me think: I'm pretty sure that all of us have a picture in our head about what the guys look like - but at the same time they probably look a little bit different in each of our heads...

As an experiment I'd like to ask you to post links to images of guys that come close to how you imagine the guys to be.

We'll start with the most popular one: Zach. He's blond and muscular and has a spectacular set of genitals. What do you think he looks like? Feel free to post links to celebrities or porn stars or whatever you like in the comments sections. Headshots or nude pictures or fully clothed ones - everything is welcome. Alternatively you can send me pictures or drawings or whatever you like via e-mail ( - if you provide me with the source I'll post them here on the blog.

If you like the idea and there's enough feedback we'll continue with the other guys. I'm really curious if this will work...

Update 09/17/2014:

Here are two suggestions by an anonymous reader:
Model and fitness trainer Joe Brownell

Actor Justin Hartley
Update 09/22/2014:

Here are two more reader suggestions:

Belami model Mick Lovell

The guy with the orange baseball cap whose dick is hanging out of his jeans from raunchy porn site FraternityX

Update 09/29/2014:

Another reader's suggestion:

Actor Thad Luckinbill

Thad Luckinbill from a different perspective
Update 10/09/2014:

This is BB_Daddy's suggestion:

Lipstick Jungle actor Robert Buckley
Update 10/22/2014:

Ibi's suggestion:
Actor Alan Ritchson

Alan Ritchson again (this time in a quite interesting
scene from TV series "Blue Mountain State")

Actor and MMA fighter Sage Northcutt
What do you think?

Who is David? (updated)


Original date: 10/05/2014

Last month I asked you to send me pictures of Zach - or people who resemble Zach in your opinion. There have been a couple of responses, and it's really fun for me to see what Zach looks like in your mind...

Now we'll continue with our favorite asshole David. David is a ballet dancer, 19 years old, with black hair and a fondness for black clothes. He loves to humiliate the people around him, especially his brother Danny, and he particularly loves to crack nuts. (Read a couple of David's stories here or find all the stories labelled "David" here.)

Now, what do you think David looks like? Feel free to post links to celebrities or porn stars or whatever you like in the comments section. Headshots or nude pictures or fully clothed ones - everything is welcome. Alternatively you can send me pictures or drawings or whatever you like via e-mail ( - if you provide me with the source I'll post them here on the blog.

Thanks for your input!

Update 10/06/2014:

Here's what our reader Colton thinks David looks like:

Anonymous guy.
I love the facial expression. Just like David...

Update 10/07/2014:

Two more suggestions by an anonymous reader:

Anonymous underwear model.
Imagine those tights in black... :-))

Anonymous guy with a conspicuous bulge.
If his hair was black he could be David...
 Another anonymous reader suggests:

Roberto Bolle. Professional dancer.

Roberto Bolle. Professional hunk.
The character Maxxie from the TV show "Skins"
(played by Mitch Hewer) if he had black hair.
Update 10/22/2014:

Another reader suggests:

Actor Michael J. Willett

What do you think?

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Video links: Game show ballbusting - Brazil

A couple of days ago I started the very ambitious, entirely scientific attempt to compile The Comprehensive History of the Chinko Machine. There has already been one very helpful reader who pointed me to a glaring omission (thanks again!) and I'm still hoping that there are some of you out there who know of more appearances on TV worldwide. If you do, please leave a comment or send me an email ( The ballbusting community and the game show community will thank you! :-))

But let's forget about the chinko machine for a moment (I know it's hard once you've seen its utter ballbashing perfection, but let's try...).

If we look at the world of silly entertainment, there are lots and lots of other game show related ballbusting videos. Follow me on a journey around the world to take a look at nuts getting crunched, sex lives getting ruined and sperm counts getting lowered in the name of entertainment.

Our first stop: Brazil.

This wonderful country has a lot to offer, especially when we look at their television shows.

Panico na band is one of several completely whacky TV programs that featured a segment called Quem ri se ferra which roughly translates to "Who laughs gets screwed" according to the almighty Google Translator. Unfortunately, this segment doesn't seem to be a part of the show any longer, which is very sad because the "getting screwed" part of the title often referred to testicular mayhem. Let's not bother with the "laugh" part. Let's have a look at the "getting screwed" part. It's much more interesting...

In this clip, some poor guy gets pelted in the nuts by his team mates (and the show's host) with rubber balls that are attached to his waist with rubber balls. What a neat idea!

(skip to 6:00)

Another clip (that has made the rounds in the f/m ballbusting community) stars a nice, gentle dominatrix kicking two guys in the nuts with her bare feet (maybe keeping on the high heels wouldn't have been family friendly enough?):

(skip to 5:50)

Since we're now knee heel deep in fetish territory, we might as well go all the way. This one's from Panico na band's precursor Panico na TV You ever wanted to see fat, old men dress up as school girls and get hit in the nuts by a giant high striker that's operated by some women dressed as men? Neither did I. But apparently there's an audience for it in Brazil...

There was another segment on Panico na band that was called O maior arregao de mundo (no idea what that means...) which gave us this wonderful clip of a guy sitting on a pool table, his legs spread wide open. Guess what happens next?

(skip to 2:55)

Now, I've tried to find other ballbusting videos from Panico na band/Panico na TV but I haven't been successful. If you know of any more please let me know and I'll add them to this post.

But Brazil isn't all Panic all the time - oh, no, there's also Amor e sexo, a nifty little show about, well, love and sex. In this segment, they make a group of hot, muscular, half-naked guys lie down on the ground and have two men step on their crotches in what can only be described as the "egg walk". You have to see it to believe it... (Unfortunately I can't seem to find the clip anywhere else than the official website - and I haven't found a way to embed it. Click on the link, be patient while the commercials run, and skip to 3:30 for the first round, and to 7:45 for the second round. It's worth it!)

Here are a couple of screenshots:

Oh, these guys are hot...

...especially when they are lying on the ground,
getting their balls stepped on.

This guy REALLY enjoys his job as a TV personality.

In case you haven't noticed:
Yes, those are bull's eyes on the guys crotches.
Oh, and this subtle little sign the host is holding in her hand
 shows a couple of hen's eggs getting stepped on. Nice!

(If you'd like to see one of the female penalists - no, unfortunately it's not the hot host - try the "egg walk" after the taping of the show, there's this little outtake.)

Okay, that's it for now. We'll soon continue this series with ballbusting game shows from another part of the world.

In the meantime: If you know of any more ballbusting clips in game shows - be it in Brazil or anywhere else in the world - please let me know and I'll feature them in a blog post.

Oh, and if you speak Portuguese and can shed light on what the hell is happening in Amor e sexo and what they are talking about in the clip I'd be very, very interested...

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Art by Corsair: Big balls at the beach

You may have noticed that I’m a huge fan of Corsair’s art. His art blog is a treasure trove of hot, horny, horse-hung hunks having a kinds of kinky fun with each other. If you haven’t seen it yet I strongly recommend that you check it out now… :-))

Corsair has very kindly allowed me to use his art for inspiration. This is a short little story inspired by the image below.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Lars adjusted his red speedos that were bulging with his massive, juicy balls and his huge, hard dick. He loved his job.

He loved watching all the hot, skimpily clad young guys strut their stuff and show off their impressive assets. The tall, muscular blond had just started his shift at the lifeguard station, and already his dick was throbbing and his balls were churning with cum.

The sight of a hot, horny stud coming out of the water, his meaty dick barely concealed by the thin fabric of his wet, white swimming trunks that clung to his body like a second skin, brought a smile to Lars’ face. The dripping wet stud was greeted by his buddies, a group of tanned, muscular hunks in their early twenties whose speedos were jam-packed with raging boners and heavy, cum-filled balls.

The stud grabbed the bulging package in his white speedos which had turned almost transparent in the water. He said something that made his buddies roar with laughter before lifting his hands to high-five one of his friends. But instead of slapping his hands, the stud’s buddy delivered what would forever be known as The Greatest Nutcheck Ever in the memory of everyone who witnessed it.

His friend’s fist crashed into the big, beautiful bulge right below the stud’s fat boner, connecting perfectly with the two huge, juicy babymakers, driving them into his body and flattening them like pancakes.

His buddies cringed in sympathy, grimacing and cupping their crotches while bursting out laughing as the stud’s jaw dropped, his eyebrows rose and his eyes slowly turned inward. His adam’s apple jumped up and down as he gasped for breath, and his knees started trembling. The stud’s hands were shaking as they slowly made their way towards the bulging center of his pain, but before they could reach their destination, the stud’s huge, meaty dick let go of a massive load of cream inside his speedos.

People turned their heads to watch the spectacle, laughing and pointing, covering their mouths in shock and taking pictures with their phones.

The stud’s friends were crying with laughter, slapping their thighs, making fun of him, imitating his facial expression and mocking him while his dick was spurting what seemed like a gallon of fresh, creamy jizz, drenching his white speedos. His battered balls were visibly contracting, pumping his precious load into his twitching dick that sputtered it into his swimming trunks before it dripped into the sand.

The stud sank to his knees, his eyes rolling back into his head, before he toppled over forwards, burying his head in the sand.

Lars adjusted his red speedos that were bulging with his massive, juicy balls and his huge, hard dick. He loved his job.


Visit Corsair’s blog – it’s awesome!

Friday, October 17, 2014

Be our guest: Rico meets Logan

Thanks to our reader Rico! If you (yes, I mean you, the one reading this story in class, trying to hide his boner from the rest of the students!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

“He’s a mean guy”, Ashley said. “I have a bad feeling about this…” The pretty cheerleader played with her blond hair. “You remember what happened the last time you accepted a challenge like this?”

Logan smiled at her. The handsome 18 year old high school wrestler was sitting next to her on a bench in the deserted Bartlett High gym. He reached for his girlfriend’s hand and said, “That was different.”

Ashley let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah?! How so?”

Logan shrugged. “For one, it was a bet. And I lost it.”

“Yeah, and I payed the price”, Ashley mumbled, sulking. “They milked you dry and you weren’t able to--- you, know--- make love for more than a week!”

Logan chuckled. “Well, I seem to remember that you quite enjoyed the things I did with my mouth…”

Ashley blushed. “That’s not the point.”

“The point is”, Logan said, “I promised that I’d never bet my balls again.”

Ashley nodded emphatically. “And now you broke that promise!”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Ashley, this is completely different. We defeated the Vinnick High wrestling team and he challenged me to a private fight.”

“No holds barred”, Ashley said. “Now guess what he’ll try to do?!”

Logan chuckled. “Sure, he’ll go for the balls.”

“Exactly”, Ashley said.

“But I’ll go for the balls, too”, Logan grinned.

Ashley looked at him. “You will?”

“Sure”, Logan chuckled. “I know exactly what he’s up to. He thinks that I’ll fight fair and he’ll be able to crush my nuts. What do you think is the reason he wants us to fight in front of our girlfriends?”

“To humiliate you”, Ashley said.

“To humiliate me”, Logan said. “But I’m not going to fight fair. I’m going to make him wish he was never born with a pair of balls.”

Ashley licked her lips.

Logan grinned at her. “You like that, huh?”

Ashley looked at her feet.

Logan leaned towards her, put his hand on her thigh and whispered into her ear. “I’m going to ruin his sex life for a month. I’ll make him choke on his own nuts. And afterwards…” Logan’s hand found its way between Ashley thighs, making her inhale sharply. “…I’ll fuck you.”

“Oh, Logan”, Ashley whispered.

The young couple kissed passionately.

Suddenly, the door of the gym opened.

A muscular, mean-looking guy with black hair and black eyes stood in the doorframe. He was roughly the same age as Logan, but he looked heavier and more muscular. “Logan”, he growled.

“Rico”, Logan said cheerfully, getting up. “How nice to see you. Oh, and you brought your mom.”

Rico stared at him.

Behind him was a girl who looked like she was barely 18. She had long, wavy black hair and a very pretty face. The thing that was most spectacular about her was her gigantic fake tits which looked like they were created by a short-sighted surgeon.

“That’s my girlfriend Emilia”, Rico barked.

“Oh, sorry”, Logan grinned. “I was distracted by those massive boobs.”

“Fuck you”, Emilia said, rolling her eyes and tottering through the gym. She sat down on the bench next to Ashley who tried in vain not to stare at her chest.

Logan and Rico met in the middle of the gym’s basketball court.

They were both wearing wrestling singlets. Logan’s singlet was light blue, matching his eye color, and he was wearing white socks and blue shoes. Rico had chosen a plain black singlet to go with black socks and a pair of extravagant golden shoes. The difference between the two young guys could not be more obvious: a blond, handsome angel facing a dark, brutal demon.

“You ready for this?” Rico growled.

Logan grinned. “Sure.”

 “No holds barred”, Rico said slowly. “Every move is fair game.”

Logan nodded. “Let’s go.”

The two muscular wrestlers lowered their upper bodies and stretched out their arms. They slowly circled each other, both of them waiting for their opponent to make the first move.

Suddenly, Rico lunged at Logan and kneed his groin, making Logan groan in pain. Rico’s arms closed around Logan’s upper body, trapping him in position and throwing his knee in between Logan’s thighs again and again.

Screaming in pain, Logan headbutted Rico hard, making him lose his grip around Logan’s body and stumble backwards.

Grimacing in pain, Logan dropped to his knee, aiming a hard uppercut at Rico’s crotch, crunching his nuts hard and making Rico let out an agonized wail, doubling over and clutching his groin.

“You dirty fucker”, Rico hissed, cupping his testicles.

Logan rubbed the big bulge in his singlet, managing to smile weakly. “Likewise.”

“I’m going to trash your fucking balls”, Rico spat.

“Likewise”, Logan’s grin widened.

It was obvious that Logan’s cheerful attitude drove Rico mad. His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. He let out a low growl and lunged at Logan. The two wrestled with each other, each of them trying to get the upper hand. Their grunting and groaning filled the gym.

On the bench, Ashley and Emilia were watching their boyfriends fight.

Out of nowhere, Emilia said, “Rico is a pretty mean guy. Once he beat up a guy in school who had to go to the hospital. Trust me, it wasn’t a pretty sight. Poor guy lost a testicle.”

Ashley glanced at her.

Emilia looked straight ahead. “As I said, Rico is a pretty mean guy.”

The mean guy she was talking about was busy choking Logan. He had grabbed the blond wrestler by the throat, making Logan’s eyes bulge as he gasped for breath. Rico had a mean gleam in his eyes, sneering as he pressed his thumbs into Logan’s throat.

With the unrestricted force of a suffocating man, Logan powered his knee into Rico’s crotch, crunching his nuts into his body.

Rico let out a grunt, his grip on Logan’s throat loosening.

Logan kneed Rico’s nuts again and again with all the force he could muster, making his opponent scream in pain and let go of his throat.

Logan bent over, one hand on his knee, the other hand massaging his throat where Rico’s fingers had left their marks. He was coughing and breathing heavily.

Rico was clutching his balls, grimacing in pain.

“You lousy fuck”, Logan whispered in a strained voice.

Rico smirked at Logan before lunging at him again.

Logan lifted his knee, making Rico run into it crotch first, slamming his nuts into body with his own weight.

Rico’s eyes bulged and he let out a deep, guttural moan.

Logan followed up with a hard hit to the nose, making Rico scream in pain and grab his face. Logan seized his chance and kicked Rico’s nuts hard. His instep collided with Rico’s unprotected balls, smashing them into his pelvis and making Rico double over and wail in agony.

Logan grinned and looked over to the bench, winking at his girlfriend and adjusting the big bulge in his singlet, making Ashley giggle.

This short moment of distraction was all Rico needed to tackle Logan head-first. His head rammed into Logan’s groin like a battering ram, crunching his balls and making him fall on his ass, screaming from the top of his lungs.

Both Ashley and Emilia instantly closed their legs and grabbed their crotches in sympathy.

When they noticed their simultaneous reaction, they burst out laughing.

“It’s funny, right?” Emilia said, smiling at Ashley. “I mean, we don’t really know how it feels but somehow we have to cringe…”

Ashley giggled. “I really don’t get balls. Why do guys carry their most vulnerable parts around in a bag outside their body like that?”

Emilia shrugged. “Cause they are stupid…”

“And they are pretty ugly when you think about it”, Ashley snickered.

Emilia looked at her. “Rico’s are very, very ugly.”

They burst out laughing.

“Well, at least they make up for it with a beautiful dick”, Ashley giggled, instantly blushing after she had said that word.

Emilia scoffed. “Well, be happy if your boyfriend’s cock is beautiful. Rico’s is anything but.”

Ashley smiled. “Logan’s is beautiful.” She leaned over to Emilia and whispered, “And it tastes great!”

The two girls burst out laughing.

Their boyfriends definitely were not in the mood for laughing. They were rolling around on the ground, each of them trying to subdue the other. They traded hard, nut-crunching knees to the groin, making each other gasp and scream as they tried to ruin each other’s sex lives.

Somehow Logan managed to trap Rico in a split-leg cradle hold, pulling his legs wide apart. Logan’s legs were wrapped around Rico’s left leg and he was holding his right leg with his hand, leaving his groin wide open and very, very vulnerable.

“Now look what we have here”, Logan grinned. He lifted his free hand and slammed it into the soft bulge in Rico’s crotch, flattening his balls like pancakes and making him scream in pain.

Logan laughed. “You like that?” He repeated the move, smashing Rico’s nuts with his fist and eliciting a high-pitched scream. “Yeah, I thought so.”

Unable to defend himself, Rico’s body was trapped this a very humiliating position, and he grunted and screamed in anger and frustration while Logan was throwing punch after nut-crunching punch at his balls.

“How are your balls, man?” Logan said with a mean grin, causing Rico to let out an angry grunt. Logan grabbed the fabric of Rico’s singlet and yanked hard until it ripped, exposing his bare balls. “Oh, you’re freeballing”, Logan chuckled. “How convenient!”

Rico struggled in vain to break free from Logan’s grip, his naked ballsack shaking violently.

Logan grabbed Rico’s nuts and squeezed hard, making Rico shriek like a girl.

“They are pretty small”, Logan grinned, twisting Rico’s ballsack and squeezing them as hard as he could. Then he let go and grabbed Rico’s sack by the base, yanking upwards, lifting Rico’s body off the ground and making his balls bulge obscenely as they stretched the skin of his scrotum. “Don’t you think, girls?”

Ashley let out a laugh. “Smaller than yours, that’s for sure”, she shouted cheerfully.

Emilia lifted her hand, trying to hide her smile.

“Don’t worry, your boyfriend can’t see you”, Ashley said. “He’s in too much pain…”

Emilia giggled. “He’s very self-conscious about his nuts”, she grinned. “Likes to brag about how big they are. But, well, as you see,” she shrugged, “they’re raisins…”

Ashley glanced at Emilia’s huge fake tits. “And I thought he likes big melons…”

Emilia looked at her chest and sighed. “He gave them to me for his birthday.”

Ashley raised her eyebrows. “You mean your birthday.”

Emilia shook her head. “His birthday. He likes to titty-fuck. And he said my tits were too small.” He turned to Ashley and grinned. “Sometimes I squash his balls between my tits when we’re doing it and make it look like an accident.”

The two girls guffawed.

Rico heard Ashley and Emilia laugh and let out an angry roar. “You fucking bitches!”

“Hey! Watch your tongue!” Logan said sharply, yanking Rico up by his balls, stretching the skin of his sack to its limits and making him shriek in agony. “Don’t talk to my girl like that!” He twisted his hand brutally. “Or your girl for that matter…”

“Fuck you!” Rico yelled.

Logan chuckled and let go of Rico’s nuts. “No”, he said casually, balling his fist and raising it high. “Fuck you.” With that, he smashed his fist down onto Rico’s defenseless, naked testicles as if he was trying to pound a nail with a hammer. Rico let out a blood-curdling scream as his nuts were crunched into his body. Logan hammered down again and again, eliciting all kinds of funny noises from Rico who was sweating profusely.

Rico’s head had taken on the color of an overripe tomato and the veins on his neck were standing out and pulsing. His eyes were clenched shut and his mouth was wide open as he squealed and wailed, groaned and grunted in agony.

After more than a dozen merciless punches, Logan grew tired of the spladle hold and allowed Rico to curl up in a ball, moaning and whimpering, clutching his nuts in pain.

“You ready to give up?” Logan grinned, standing in front of Rico, his hands on his hips.

Rico looked up at him, his face contorted in pain and rage. “Fuck you!” he hissed, throwing up his arm between Logan’s thighs.

His palm made contact with Logan’s nuts, smashing them with a resounding thwack that echoed through the gym.

Logan let out a yelp and doubled over. He managed to grab Rico’s arm and twisted it, making him scream in pain and roll onto his back. Grimacing in pain, Logan jumped on top of him, ramming his elbow into Rico’s groin and making the black-haired boy let out an agonized wail.

It only took a couple of seconds for Logan to trap Rico in a reverse head scissor. Rico’s head was held in place by Logan’s thighs, and Logan made sure that he rubbed his ass over Rico’s face, humiliating him in front of the watching girls. Logan moved his pelvis back and forth, burying Rico’s nose in his sweaty ass crack.

Logan winked at the two girls and decided to give them a little show. He threw he head back and moaned softly. “Oh, yeah, lick it! Just like that… Oh, yeah, that’s it! Lick my ass! You know you love it!”

Emilia and Ashley laughed.

Rico let out a muffled grunt.

Logan looked down at Rico’s naked nuts and grinned. “You’re such a great ass licker – let me show you what I do best…” He grabbed Rico’s junk with both of his hands and squeezed hard with all the force he could muster.

Rico’s muted screams didn’t impress Logan as he twisted and kneaded his balls as if he was preparing a pizza dough. His fingers dug deep into the soft tissue of Rico’s tender testicles, squishing and squashing his nuts as hard as he could. Then he trapped his testicles at the bottom of their sack with one hand and started pounding them with his other hand. The dull smacks of Logan’s palm hitting Rico’s battered balls filled the gym and mixed with the laughter of the girls.

“Your boyfriend is pretty hot”, Emilia said, “if you don’t mind me saying…”

Ashley giggled. “He is, isn’t he?”

The two girls watched handsome, blond Logan bash Rico’s nuts while he was smiling at them, reducing the mean, black-haired bully to nothing more than a punching bag.

Rico’s struggling became weaker and weaker and his screams turned into soft groans and moans.

When he grew tired of smacking Rico’s testicles, Logan got up, maintaining the grip on Rico’s nuts.

Rico screamed and wailed in pain as Logan pulled him up by his balls.

Tears were running down Rico’s face and his mean face had turned into an almost pitiful grimace as he was frog-marched through the gym.

Logan yanked and pulled on Rico’s nuts, making him stumble forward, heading for the bench where Ashley and Emilia where sitting.

“Hey girls”, Logan said cheerfully.

“Hi”, Emilia and Ashley smiled.

“Say hello to your girlfriend”, Logan grinned, twisting Rico’s nuts.

Rico screamed in pain. “Fuck you!”

Logan clicked his tongue, chuckling. “Rico, that’s not the way to talk to your girlfriend! Say you’re sorry!”

“Fuck you”, Rico sobbed.

Logan yanked down hard, making Rico let out an agonized wail.

“I’m sorry”, Rico whispered in a toneless voice.

Ashley looked at her feet.

“Attaboy”, Logan grinned. “Now let me show you our gym.” He bent down and kissed Ashley on the cheek. “See you later, girls”, he said cheerfully before starting to walk through the gym at an easy pace, pulling Rico with  him by his nuts.

The girls giggled.

“I’m glad that Rico didn’t win”, Emilia said as soon as the boys were out of earshot.

Ashley’s eyebrows rose.

Emilia sighed. “Whenever he wins a fight he comes to me for a victory fuck”, she explained, grimacing. “And he’s all wired up and wants to fuck me hard and mean.”

Ashley bit her lower lip. “I see.” She shrugged. “Well, I guess it’ll be a while until he is in the mood for making love again…”

The two girls shared a laugh.

A moment later, Logan and Rico had finished their little tour of the gym. Rico was sobbing and moaning, his swollen, red balls trapped in Logan’s hand.

Logan winked at the girls. “Here we are again”, he grinned and turned to Rico. “Do you like our gym?”

“Fuck you”, Rico whimpered.

Logan sighed. “You never learn, do you?” He let go of Rico’s nuts, pushed him back and kicked his balls as hard as he could, lifting Rico off the ground screaming from the top of his lungs.

He collapsed on the floor, his legs kicking wildly.

Logan winked at Ashley and Emilia, got down on one knee and lifted the muscular bully off the ground heaving him onto his shoulders, his muscles bulging. One of his arms was wrapped around Rico’s neck, choking him and making him gasp for air. With the other hand, Logan grabbed hold of Rico’s nutsack, squishing Rico’s babymakers between his fingers.

The girls giggled as Logan looked right at them, a huge smile on his face. Rico was panting and moaning and gasping for air while his nuts were crunched in Logan’s hand.

Ashley’s and Emilia’s eyes took in the sight of Logan, the handsome, muscular winner, looking like a Greek hero who had emerged victorious from a battle.

The girls’ eyes moved down his body, from his bulging biceps and his handsome, smiling face over his perfect pecs and defined abs that were clearly outlined in his tight singlet to his crotch.

The skin-tight fabric of his singlet couldn’t conceal it: Winning was quite a turn-on for Logan. His dick was hard and pointing up, and a little wet patch was visible at the tip. Below, his big balls were bulging.

Ashley and Emilia licked their lips simultaneously.

Logan’s smile widened and his dick twitched. He intensified the grip on Rico’s nuts and the chokehold on his neck, making him let out a wheezing groan before his body went limp.

Logan chuckled and let him drop to the floor with a dull thud.

He got up and stood in front of the girls, his throbbing erection inside his singlet at their eye-level.

Both Ashley and Emilia were staring at Logan’s dick.

“Logan”, Ashley said slowly without moving her eyes. “Since you have taken her boyfriend out of commission for a while I thought that maybe we should take care of Emilia…”

Logan’s dick twitched and the wet patch grew larger. He looked down at the girls, grinning. “That’d be the nice thing to do.”

“You in?” Ashley asked Emilia without looking at her.

“Oh, yeah”, Emilia whispered.

Logan looked down at her huge tits and bit his lower lip. “Nice.”

“Titty-fucking works so much better with a big one”, Emilia added, her eyes transfixed on Logan’s massive erection, running her hand over her cleavage.

Behind Logan, Rico let out a cough followed by a soft moan.

Logan turned around and walked towards Rico who was lying flat on his back, his legs spread wide apart, breathing heavily.

Rico’s eyes slowly opened and he lifted his head a bit to see Logan standing between his legs, a huge grin on his face.

“Fuck you”, Rico said in a toneless voice.

Logan chuckled.

Rico’s bare balls looked bruised and swollen, sitting between his thighs like waiting ducks.

They didn’t have to wait for long.

Logan brought his leg back and sent his foot crashing into Rico’s unprotected testicles, smashing them into his body and flattening them like pancakes.

Rico’s eyes filled with tears and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream.

Logan adjusted his crotch, winking at Rico, and turned on his heels. He smiled at the girls and held out his hands. “Ladies.”

Ashley and Emilia giggled and got up.

Logan stepped between them and put his arms on their shoulders. “We’re going to have so much fun”, he grinned as they walked out the room.

Rico was left behind, curling up in a little ball, clutching his battered balls and sobbing softly as the door closed behind Logan, Ashley and Emilia.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Video link: The „chinko machine“ on Supernatural

Oh my god, an observant reader pointed me to a glaring omission in my attempt to compile The Comprehensive History of the Chinko Machine: A couple of years ago, our wonderful, nut.smashing entertainment device made an appearance in the United States. The US show Supernatural strapped its two heroes to a chinko machine in a much-applauded episode that traps the in different TV show formats. One of them is a Japanese game show and – well, you can probably guess what happens.

Technically, this is scripted television and not a game Show - but we’ll graciously overlook this little detail and enjoy watching a handsome Hollywood hunk get smacked square in the junk. Unfortunately, only one of the hotties gets it and the other one leaves with his sex life intact.

It’s an awesome clip, and I can’t believe I forgot about it! Thanks again to the anonymous reader.

Here it is:

And we continue on our quest to find more ball smacking game show clips: If you know of any appearance of the chinko machine on TV anywhere around the world, please leave a comment or send me an email (

Thanks for your help! :-))

By the way, I’m working on compiling a list of other game show related instances of ballbusting - so feel free to share any information that leads to a pair of nuts getting crunched for the sake of entertainment…

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Video links: Around the world with the "chinko machine"

Ah, you gotta love television producers - once they spot a new idea in another country they take it home and copy it shamelessly, just look at all those Wife Swap/Frauentausch/Maa Exchange or  [Insert adjectival form of country] Idol shows.

While I'm not overly interested in wives or idols (with a couple of notable exceptions like the ballbusting boys of One Direction - oh, that Bangkok joke never gets old, right?), I'm very excited that the wonderful invention of the chinko machine has made it to various TV shows all around the world.

The chinko machine - if I may take a moment to recapitulate the history of this universally beloved entertainment device - was created by some whacky Japanese TV producers for the variety show Gaki no Tsukai where it made its first glorious appearance as the punishment (batsu) in a togue twister game. The video clip of this segment quickly became an internet sensation. Various sources say that the name, by the way, derives from the japanese word for penis. How's that for Asian subtlety, huh?

In case you haven't seen the clip yet (probably because you lived on the moon for the past ten years), here it is:

Apparently, the segment was so popular that the chinko machine was used again on Gaki no Tsukai:

After that, we've seen the chinko machine pop up (pun intended) in different contexts all over the world:

While the Japanese show featured comedians (i.e. professional actors who probably got paid a lot of money to get their nuts crunched in one of the most popular shows in the country) MTV India decided that it was a good idea to make the guileless contestants of their show Roadies (season 6) put their balls on the line. The female contestants are asked questions. If they get it wrong, their male team mates are bashed in the balls by the chinko machine. When the show's producers noticed that it didn't really hurt the guys, they made them strip down to their underwear which notably bettered the results and worsened the contestants' sperm count.

Surprisingly, not everyone thought that this part of the show was a masterpiece, and there was a minor scanal which probably accounts for the fact that the chinko machine didn't make another appearance on the show.

Here are the clips:

It's a well known fact that the Scandinavians are very good at creating new, inventive TV shows, so Norway, Sweden and Denmark joined forces to combine the internationally successful Silent Library format with the chinko machine. Here, the interference with some poor guys' sex lives takes places at the end of every single episode. Three teams (each consisting of three people, most often guys) compete against each other in a series of challenges. In the finale, the winning team gets flowers (or something like that) and the losing team gets the chinko machine (dubbed ballesmekker'n in Swedish, isn't that cute?).

In a rather inventive variation, the three guys take their position, there's fireworks and a lot of suspense before one of them gets whacked in the nuggets. The other two guys are lucky and laugh at their poor friend who's writhing on the floor. Great fun for everybody!

Unfortunately, there has only been one season (consisting of 10 episodes), and the clips are pretty hard to find.

Here are a couple of examples:

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The clips above have been well documented and I'm pretty sure that you've seen all of them before.

One appearance that hasn't been known to me until yesterday (and which is the reason for this post) is the one on Dutch TV show Beat de Mol. In every episode, there are two teams, one team surrounding Dutch TV personality Johnny de Mol, the other one surrounding a different Dutch celebrity in every episode. There are various challenges, and in the seventh episode the teams take on the chinko machine.

I don't really get what's going on. Apparently they have to remain silent or motionless when they get smacked in the nuts and somehow one team wins in the end. Well, whatever. What's more important is that every member of both teams gets hit in the balls - and we are treated to a couple of wonderful slow motion sequences (in the first clip where the guys are wearing white shorts) that prove (pretty graphically) that they are not wearing protective cups... That's what I call must-see TV!

The Beat de Mol show aired in 2010, and the clips have been available on YouTube for years - but somehow they went under my radar until yesterday.

That made me think.

The chinko machine has probably appeared in many, many more countries all over the world. I mean, why should TV producers in India, Scandinavia and the Netherlands be the only ones who love this wonderful Japanese Invention?

What about Russia, Ukraine and all the Eastern European countries? What about Brazil, Argentina and all of South America? What about Africa and Australia?

Unfortunately, my language skills are limited to German and English (with just a little bit of French, and a couple of Dutch and Swedish words that I learned in long, sleepless nights of searching the internet for jerking material research) so I'm rather limited in my abilities.

But you, my dear readers, come from all over the world - and I'm sure you'd love to help me in my quest to compile the Comprehensive History of the Chinko Machine, right?

So search your memory and the world wide web to find ballsmacking links, pics and videos!
Share your knowledge of your home country's television history with us and leave a comment or send me an email (!
Let us all have a glimpse of what nut smashing looks like around the world!

Thank you! :-))

Oh, and if you have a link to some non-chinko-machine-related game Show ballbusting I'm sure nobody will object if you share those, too... :-))

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Art by Corsair: The juicer

You may have noticed that Corsair’s fantastic art blog has been down for a while. Well, I got some great news: It’s back up - and from what I hear it’s back for good! Yay!

Corsair has very kindly allowed me to use his art for inspiration. This is a short little story inspired by the image below.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

They called him “The juicer” for a reason, and Manny liked his nickname, even though he might have preferred a more subtle one, like “Magic hands” or something like that.

There were two All Ballbusting Fraternities on campus, and Manny desperately wanted to join this one. It wasn’t because of the wild parties or the awesome frat house or the impressive list of successful alumni, but because this frat had some very strict rules about their members’ member size. Only the fattest, meatiest dicks and the biggest, juiciest balls were allowed to join, and Manny was looking forward to crunching nuts and busting balls 24/7.

He hadn’t cum in a week in preparation for this day, and his huge, throbbing balls were filled to the brim with spunk. The prospect of busting another pledge’s balls and squeezing the cum out of him before slipping his gigantic dick into his muscular butt and finally splashing his face with a big load of his sticky, creamy cum had kept him horny all week.

But things hadn’t been going according to plan.

The frat brother were cheering and hollering, their ridiculously oversized dicks rock-hard and dripping wet with precum as they watched the match between the two hot, horse-hung pledges, egging them on.

“Make him cum!”

“Squash those nuts!”

“Juice the juicer!”

Manny’s face was contorted in pain as his blond opponent was squeezing his fat, boiling balls with all the force he could muster. He could feel Matt’s huge boner push against his ass with only their thin wrestling singlets preventing Matt’s big dick from invading Manny’s virgin hole.

An evil grin appeared on Matt’s face as he was holding Manny’s manhood in his hand, squishing and squashing his balls as hard as he could. The two massive orbs felt like a beating heart, throbbing and churning and dying to release their pent-up load.

“Cum for me”, Matt whispered into Manny’s ear, viciously twisting his bulging nutsack.

Manny let out an agonized groan as his dick erupted with what seemed like a gallon of spunk that shot right through the thin, green fabric of his wrestling singlet.

A couple of guys in the crowd came on the spot, shooting their loads into their sweat pants. Other’s were openly jerking their dicks, aiming at Manny’s pain-contorted face.

Cheers and laughter filled the room as Manny’s vision blurred and he sank to the ground in a puddle of his own jizz.


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Friday, October 10, 2014

Diagnosis Softballs: Shock treatment

It had been two weeks since my 30 year old cameraman Chad had revealed a serious and embarrassing problem to us: For a couple of months, he hadn’t been able to get hard or blow his load. Every man would be worried in a situation like this, and Chad was no different. The fact that the handsome hunk prided himself of being a lady’s man didn’t make it easier for him to admit that his meat and two veg were an utter failure right now.

Of course, our models had jumped at the chance to get Chad some treatment, and they had come up with a couple of rather inventive methods to bring Little Chad back to full health.

“Did you do what we told you?” Sammy, the lanky 18 year old redhead asked.

He was standing next to Erik, Vince and Kev who looked at Chad expectantly.

Erik was my assistant, a handsome blond 19 year old who lowered the average nut count among the assembled boys significantly since his sack only housed a single testicle after a nasty incident back in Europe. Biologically, he was just half a man, but he made up for it with an ego that was big enough for two men…

Vince was one year older than Erik. He was our technician and prep guy who had a way of coming up with fresh and new ideas to crack our models nuts. He had brown hair and green eyes and a shy smile on his face.

Kev was 20 years old, just like Vince, but their personalities couldn’t be more different. Kev was a handsome, confident jock, a muscular alpha male with a great sense of humor.

Chad frowned at them and dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Vince gasped as he saw Chad’s junk. Sammy cringed in sympathy. Kev and Erik broke out laughing. I averted my gaze.

Sammy cleared his throat. “They--- Well, things look better than two weeks ago…”

“You think so?” Chad muttered, looking down at his genitals.

His cock was limp and wrinkly. Below it, his sack was literally black and blue. His balls were bruised and ridiculously swollen, filling out his scrotum and stretching the skin of his sack.

Chad had a pained expression on his face. “I punched them every time I said a swear word”, he said, grimacing. “It was a fucking nightmare and---“ He stopped and sighed. Then he grabbed his balls and held them tightly. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fist before he punched his battered balls with a resounding THWACK.

The rest of the guys watched him, chuckling.

Chad’s eyes watered and he doubled over, whimpering and covering his nuts.

“Good”, Sammy said. “You’ll have to continue with that until we are done. That’s the only way we’re going to be able to save your nuts!”

Chad looked miserable. “Okay”, he whispered.

Sammy smiled. “Great. Now today we’ll use a combination of two very effective techniques to speed up the healing process. Vince?”

Vince nodded and cleared his throat. “Take your jeans off, please”, he said softly as he walked to the far end of the studio where he had set up a small table. On the tabletop sat a wooden shelf with two egg-sized cavities in the middle of which were two small metal pins. Next to the shelf there was a little gadget that looked like a two-legged fork with similar pins at the ends. Both the fork and the shelf were wired to an electrical socket.

Chad took of his jeans and followed Vince, his battered, bruised balls slapping against his thighs with every step. When he saw the contraption, he gulped.

“Put your testicles in here, please”, Vince smiled gently and pointed at the two cavities.

Chad cleared his throat. “What are you going to do?”

Vince looked at Sammy.

“Oh”, Sammy said with a smile, “nothing fancy. We want to jump start your reproductive system, right?”

Chad nodded slowly.

“That’s why we have come up with a bit of shock therapy”, Sammy explained.

Chad paled. “You’re going to fry my nuts?” he said in a toneless voice.

“Don’t worry”, Sammy said. “It’s totally safe.”

I looked at Vince. “You tested it, right?”

Vince blushed. “Well, kinda”, he mumbled. “Let me show you.” He reached below the table and produced two brown hen’s eggs. Carefully, he put them into the cavities.

Chad watched him, absentmindedly fondling his own balls that were going to replace the two eggs after they had been treated to a nice, healthy dose of electricity.

Vince placed the two-legged fork on the eggs and pressed a button. There were little sparks flying as the electricity went through the two eggs, making them shake in their places and rattle as their shells bumped against the wood.

Vince watched them, a satisfied grin on his face, as he pushed the button, released it, pushed it again and released it again. He repeated the procedure until the shells started cracking and boiled egg white made its way out of the shell.

Chad squirmed and grimaced as he imagined his own eggs getting fried like that.

“This should do”, Vince said finally. “Now they are very hot and we have to quench them so that they harden.” He looked at Chad. “We don’t want to use cold water, that’d be too brutal.” He looked at Kev who grinned.

“I’m ready”, Kev chuckled.

Vince put on a glove, lifted one egg and threw it at Kev.

Kev lifted his leg and kicked the egg as hard as he could, smashing it into little pieces that flew through the air, landing on the ground with wet splats.

Chad watched the second egg being treated exactly the same way, then he looked at the floor were the remains of the two eggs were scattered.

He gulped, cupping his balls with his hands. “But---“

Vince bit his lower lip. “Yes, I know. That won’t happen with your eggs, of course.”

“But you have tried it on a human, right?” Sammy said.

Vince blushed. “Well, no.”

Sammy raised his eyebrows. “I completely understand your worries”, he said to Chad. “This may look brutal but it’s very efficient. It will make your soft balls harder and more resilient.”

Chad grimaced.

“Alright”, Sammy said. “We’ll demonstrate it for you.” He looked at Vince, then at Kev. Finally his eyes rested on Erik who slowly shook his head.

“Erik”, Sammy said with an evil grin. “We’ll test it on your nut. It’s healthy, right? You have nothing to fear…”

“Why me?” Erik protested. “Why don’t you---“

“That’s obvious, right?” Sammy interrupted him, smiling sweetly. “We don’t want to waste electricity…”

Kev chuckled.

Chad shifted uncomfortably.

Behind his back, Sammy pointed at Chad and gestured wildly.

At first, Erik didn’t seem to understand. Then it dawned on him that his protests made it even more unlikely that Chad would continue the treatment. And it was obvious that Erik wanted to see him suffer.

“Okay”, Erik said slowly. “Sure, let’s use my nut for the demonstration.”

He opened his trousers and dropped them. Apparently, he had enjoyed watching the two eggs get shocked, probably looking forward to Chad’s bruised balls taking their place. His cock was hard and pointing to the ceiling. Below it, his single testicles hung lonely in its sack. It was pretty big, but it looked small in comparison to Chad’s full set of bruised, swollen balls.

“Sure”, he repeated. “No problem. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen, right?” He thought for a moment and grimaced. “Anyway, let’s do it.” He stood in front of Vince’s contraption and placed his testicle in one of the cavities. The other cavity remained empty, and Erik seemed a little bit sad as he looked down at his single ball. He put on a brave smile and inhaled deeply. “Alright”, he said a little bit too cheerfully. “Do it.”

Vince smiled and put the fork on Erik’s nut.

Erik gritted his teeth. He looked at Chad and smiled. “See”, he hissed between his clenched teeth. “Nothing to be afraid of…”

Kev and Sammy chuckled as Chad stared at Erik’s testicle.

Vince pushed the button, sending a burst of electricity through Erik’s testicle.

“Aaaaarghhhh!” Erik screamed from the top of his lungs as his poor spud was roasted like a chestnut on Christmas Day.

Kev, Sammy and Chad cringed in sympathy.

Erik’s fingertips whitened as he clutched the tabletop, his mouth wide open, his head thrown back, shrieking in agony.

Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and the cervical artery stood out on his neck as his head turned red like a ripe tomato.

Finally, Vince released the button and lifted the fork.

Erik continued screaming, staring down at his nut. The few fuzzy hair that had covered his sac had disappeared, and his sac had assumed the same color as his face, a fashionable, sophisticated ruby red.

“Quench it”, Vince said, smiling.

Erik didn’t stop screaming as he stepped to the side and spread his legs, his teary eyes wide open.

Kev chuckled and took his position in front of him. He brought his leg back and kicked Erik’s crotch as hard as he could. His instep made contact with Erik’s lone nut, flattening it against his pelvis.

Erik’s scream stopped abruptly. His eyes bulged and he let out a cough.

Quickly, Kev kicked his testicle two more times, hitting the roasted nut dead-on and making Erik’s eyes cross in a comical grimace before he sank to his knees and collapsed on the ground.

Chad watched him writhe on the floor, cupping his crotch and moaning in pain.

“I don’t know”, he said, a skeptical expression on his face.

Sammy smiled. “It’s a bit unconventional, but this is the only way you’ll be able to keep your precious jewels. You do want to keep them, right?”

Chad stared at him. “Sure!” he blurted out. “Why the fuck should I---“

Sammy smiled sympathetically.

Chad sighed and balled his fist. Holding his nuts in position with his left hand, he punched them with his right, flattening both of his fat orbs and letting out an anguished scream.

Sammy knelt down next to Erik and patted his head. “How are you?” he asked gently. “Everything alright?”

Erik gritted his teeth. “Sure”, he said in a strained voice. “Everything’s fine.”

Sammy chuckled. “So do you think Chad should do it?”

“Yup”, Erik said. “Of course.” He looked down at his nut that was bruised, red and swollen. “My nut never felt better”, he whispered.

Chad cleared his throat. “Alright”, he said, limping towards the table. “Let’s get it over with…”

“Excellent”, Vince said, pointing at the two cavities. “Just put your testicles in here.”

Chad grimaced as he placed his balls on the wooden shelf.

“Hmm”, Vince said, raising his eyebrows.

Chad’s balls were so bloated and swollen that they didn’t fit.

“One sec”, Vince said. He held the fork upside down and lifted it above Chad’s nuts. Then he slammed down, ramming the handle into the soft flesh of Chad’s right nut. Chad let out an ear-piercing shriek as his nut was jammed into the cavity, the contact pin digging painfully into the underside of his testicle.

Vince was satisfied and repeated the maneuver with Chad’s left nut, swiftly hammering down on it so that it squeezed into the cavity.

Chad yodeled like a Berchtesgaden peasant woman, looking down at his bloated, wedged testicles in sheer horror.

“Alright”, Vince said, wiping the sweat from his brow. He placed the fork on Chad’s nuts so that the two pins dug deep into his squishy meatballs.

Chad let out a yelp.

“Wait”, Erik groaned, straightened. “I don’t want to miss it!” A gleeful smile had returned to his face as he nursed his battered testicle.

Vince winked at Chad and pressed the button.

Immediately, Chad started screaming like a pig in a slaughterhouse as his balls were fried by the electric current. Sparks and bolts of lightning flew as Vince sent waves of shock through Chad’s poor, swollen testicles.

Vince made sure to press the contacts deep into Chad’s meaty gonads, making them sizzle and frizzle as Chad was wailing in agony.

The smell of burnt hair filled the room as the hair on Chad’s sac evaporated.

Vince released the button and lifted the fork. He licked his fingertip and touched Chad’s nuts before drawing his hand away.

Chad was screaming from the top of his lungs.

Apparently, Vince’s expert opinion was that Chad’s testicles hadn’t suffered enough. Without further ado, Vince applied the fork again and pushed the button.

Chad’s screams grew louder and louder as more electricity ran through his nuts.

Kev, Sammy and Erik watched Chad’s nuts get roasted, chuckling and cringing in mock sympathy.

Finally, Vince decided that Chad had enough.

“Quench them”, he said matter-of-factly.

Chad’s glassy eyes shifted towards his junk as he continued screaming from the top of his lungs.

“Oh”, Vince said, chuckling. “Let me help you.”

He grabbed Chad’s sack by the neck and yanked his balls up hard. With a loud PLOP they popped out of the cavities, steaming with heat.

Vince helped Chad wobble to the side and spread his legs.

Kev cracked his knuckles. Focusing on his target, he took a couple of steps back. Then, with a running start, he kicked Chad’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

Chad’s scream turned into a miserable gurgle as his eyes slowly crossed and his eyebrows rose in a comical grimace.

Kev brought his leg back and kicked Chad’s roasted nuts again, hitting them as hard as he could ramming them into his pelvis.

Chad’s fat babymakers were crunched flat by Kev’s kick and he let out a high-pitched yelp.

A third time, Kev’s instep collided with Chad’s big, bloated balls, slamming them into his body and lifting him of the ground.

Chad screamed in agony and collapsed on the ground, kicking his legs and clutching his gonads. His brown hair was wet with sweat.

“Fuck!” Chad screamed. “Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!”

Sammy chuckled. “Keep a tally, Vince.”

Vince nodded and wrote something down.

Half an hour later, Chad was sitting on a chair, Sammy kneeling in front of him, surrounded by the rest of us.

Chad was groaning in pain as Sammy rolled his nuts around in his hands.

“They’re still squishy”, Sammy mumbled, sinking his thumbs into Chad’s soft orbs, making him yelp and shift on his seat. Sammy rolled his eyes. “Hold still”, he said and slapped Chad’s nuts with the palm of his hands, shutting him up and making him cough.

Sammy let go of Chad’s nuts and pulled at Chad’s limp dick, holding its head with his thumb and forefinger. “It doesn’t look good for Little Chad”, Sammy said, sighing. “In fact, he looks even smaller than last time.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “We’ll see what the shock treatment did, but I’m afraid we’ll have to do another session.”

Chad whimpered. “Oh, no.”

Sammy looked at him. “We’ve been through this, Chad”, he said sternly. “You don’t want to lose your nuts, right?”

Chad nodded.

“Good”, Sammy said. “Then we’ll have to do whatever it takes to save them.”

Chad nodded.

Sammy smiled and handed Chad a slip of paper.

“This”, Sammy said, “is the final tally.”

Chad looked at the paper where the number 56 was encircled with red ink.

“That’s the number of swear words you said in the last 30 minutes”, Sammy said. “Quite impressive, actually.” He chuckled. “I suggest you start working right now. We’ve got no time to lose…”

Chad let out a pitiful sob and looked down at his two bloated, swollen testicles that were sitting on the seat between his thighs. He balled his fist and inhaled deeply.

“That’s it”, Sammy grinned as Chad slammed his fist into his own balls. “That’s the spirit.”

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The price of milk

Currently, “Milking” is one of the most popular additional themes for ballbusting stories in the current poll. Yesterday, I was trying to remember if I’ve ever written a bona fide milking story - and then suddenly this idea popped into my head. I hope you like it…

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Stone. Manuel will be with you in a moment“, the assistant said and closed the door.

Kev nodded and unbuttoned his jeans. The 20 year old jock was standing in a large, white room that contained five cubicles that were separated with beige curtains. At the center of each cubicle was a massage table that was elevated so that someone could sit below it. A three-legged stool and a small shelf that was packed with all kinds of utensils stood under each of the tables.

Four of the five cubicles were occupied.

Kev took off his shoes and placed them on the ground in the free cubicle. Then he took off his jeans, folded them and put them on top of his shoes. The muscular brown haired stud did the same with his boxer briefs and climbed on top of the massage table.

There was a strategically placed hole in the middle.

Kev lay down on his stomach, letting his equipment dangle through the hole.

From the other cubicles, Kev heard people moaning, accompanied by slapping and smacking sounds and occasional yelps and screams.

A few seconds later, the door opened and a handsome young man entered the room.

“Hey, Mr. Stone”, the young man said cheerfully.

“Hi Manuel”, Kev replied with a smile.

Manuel was only two years younger than Kev, but he insisted on calling Kev by his last name. Company policy, he had explained. The handsome Latino was tall and muscular, wearing white pants, a white t-shirt and a plastic apron. A couple of tattoos on his arms and neck contrasted nicely with the deep tan of his skin.

“Is it two weeks already?” Manuel smiled, reaching for a box of disposable gloves. “Time flies, huh?”

Kev smiled.

Having slipped into the gloves, Manuel cracked his knuckles. “So what will it be today? A single or a double? By the way, we’re having a ‘50% plus’ bonus if you go for a triple.”

Kev thought for a moment. “Okay, let’s try the triple.”

Manuel smiled brightly. “Awesome.” He winked at Kev. “Looks like I’m going to meet my quota today…” He sat down on the wooden stool below Kev and reached for his genitalia. “Did you experience any trouble, Mr. Stone?”

Kev smiled weakly. “Well, nothing unexpected.”

Manuel chuckled and unlocked the chastity device, freeing Kev’s big dick. “Yeah, it’s a bit uncomfortable, right?”

Kev let out a laugh. “I’ll say.”

Manuel grabbed sprayed some disinfectant on a towel and rubbed Kev’s dick and balls. “You’ll get used to it”, he said casually, putting the towel away and squirting a generous amount of lubricant from a dispenser into the palm of his right hand. “Okay, let’s get to work”, he said cheerfully and started working on Kev’s dick.

Kev inhaled sharply when his cock was touched for the first time in two weeks.

“Just relax, Mr. Stone”, Manuel said cheerfully. “We’ll be finished in no time.”

Kev closed his eyes, his chin resting on his hands, as Manuel gently massaged his dick until it was fully hard.

The young Latino looked at Kev’s dick and smiled. “You got a nice cock, Mr. Stone.”

“Thanks, Manuel”, Kev mumbled.

It was quite obvious that Manuel knew what he was doing. Both of his hands jerked Kev’s lubed dick in long, fluent strokes.

“Believe me, Mr. Stone, I’ve seen a lot of dicks”, Manuel said casually while he was milking Kev’s massive member. “I used to work at our Milking Station downtown before I came here to the campus store.” He lowered his voice. “It’s much better here, believe me… Downtown, there are mostly old guys. It takes a lot of time to milk a load out of a 60 year old sack, believe me. It’s like looking for water in the desert…”

Kev was breathing heavily, his eyelids fluttering.

“And you barely get doubles, let alone triples”, Manuel added. He reached for a big transparent jar with his left hand while continuing to stroke Kev’s meat with his right hand. “You have to work really hard to meet your quota.”

Kev let out a soft moan.

“Here, with all the young college guys, it’s much easier”, Manuel said, holding the jar under Kev’s dick. “And it’s much more fun.”

“Oh god”, Kev moaned. “Oh, fuck.”

“There you go”, Manuel smiled, aiming Kev’s dick at the jar. The first spurt of cum splattered against the bottom of the jar. Manuel continued stroking Kev’s meaty cock as jet after jet of thick, creamy juice landed in the jar. “There you go”, Manuel repeated. A dozen spurts of cum later, the jar was filled to the brim with spunk.

“Wow, that was a big load”, Manuel chuckled. “Excellent, Mr. Stone!” He rubbed the rim of the jar over the tip of Kev’s dick, making sure not to waste a single drop.

Kev was panting and moaning. “Thanks”, he whispered.

Manuel put a lid on the jar and pressed a button.

A couple of seconds later, the assistant walked in and collected the filled jar.

“Mr. Stone, you ready for round two?” Manuel smiled. Without waiting for an answer, he started jerking Kev’s spent cock again. “The secret”, he explained, “is not to let it go soft.”

Kev let out a groan.

“You got a nice pair of balls, too, Mr. Stone”, Manuel said, gently squeezing the two hefty plums that were dangling on front of his nose. “Nice and juicy. I’m sure we can get another couple of loads out of them until they’re dry.”

“Okay, great”, Kev mumbled.

“I’ll have to use a couple of tricks if you don’t mind”, Manuel said, increasing his grip on Kev’s balls while jerking his dick.

“Sure, do whatever you have to”, Kev said in a strained voice.

“Great”, Manuel said. “I take it you don’t want me to stimulate your prostate?”

"You mean..."

Manuel smiled. "We have a big selection of dildos, or I could get someone to fuck---"

“No way”, Kev said quickly. “No way.”

Manuel laughed. “That’s what I thought. Alright, we’ll go with the testicular stimulation, then.” He let go of Kev’s balls and started slapping them. “I like that a lot better, too.”

Kev let out a yelp.

Manuel continued, chuckling. “You should see them bounce, Mr. Stone. It’s actually quite funny.”

“I bet”, Kev coughed.

Manuel chuckled and slapped Kev’s nuts hard, making Kev whimper in pain. “You see, you have to loosen the load. The first one is easy, but after that you’ll have to work for it. Don’t worry, we’ll get you drained in no time.” He increased the pace of his jerking and the force of the slaps, making Kev whimper and moan as he smacked his nuts at a rapid pace.

“Do your friends come here, too?” Manuel asked.

Kev was grimacing in pain, his eyes clenched shut. “Nope”, Kev whispered through his gritted teeth.

“Oh, why not?” Manuel asked, rapidly stroking Kev’s dick while smacking his nuts hard again and again.

“Dunno”, Kev blurted out.

“Have you told them about us?” Manuel asked. He stopped slapping Kev’s nuts and used both of his hands to stroke his hard dick.

Kev sighed in relief, his face contorted in pain. “Not yet.”

“Oh, you should”, Manuel smiled, feverishly jerking Kev’s dick with both of his hands. “Think of all the money they could make.” Kev’s dick started twitching violently. With a smile, Manuel grabbed another jar and pointed Kev’s pulsing cock at the opening.

Kev’s eyes widened. “Oh my fucking god! Oh, fuck! Oh! Fuck!”

With a guttural groan, Kev threw his head back as his cock shot a powerful jet of spunk into the jar.

Manuel lifted the jar a bit so that the head of Kev’s twitching cock was bumping against the rim as spurt after spurt of creamy jizz splashed into the jar. Quickly, Manuel let go of Kev’s cock and grabbed Kev’s sack.

Kev’s balls were contracting, trying to pull back towards his body, but Manuel wrapped his strong fingers around them and squeezed hard, twisting and kneading Kev’s busy balls.

Kev screamed from the top of his lungs.

“You’re doing great”, Manuel smiled, his eyes fixed on the rapidly filling jar as he squished and squashed Kev’s busy balls with all the force he could muster. He dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of Kev’s nuts as they continued pumping his precious juice into the jar.

Kev was wailing in agony.

Finally, Manuel let go of his balls and returned to milking his cock, gently squeezing out the final drops of cum before closing the jar and calling the assistant by pressing the button.

“You’re amazing”, Manuel chuckled, looking at the jar. It was almost as full as the first one. “Usually, there’s at least a 40% decrease in outcome from the first to the second load”, he explained. “But you’re doing really great – I’m guessing this is just 10-15% less. Well done!”

Manuel handed the jar to the assistant and reached into his pocket. “The third one is a bit trickier”, he said cheerfully and produced a rubber band that he wrapped tightly around Kev’s genitals. “But we’re on a roll, right, Mr. Stone?”

Kev let out a miserable groan.

Manuel smiled. “You want something to bite on, Mr. Stone?” He got up and fetched a small blue rubber ball. When he handed it to Kev, he winked. “We got a lot of blue balls around here, Mr. Stone…”

Kev let out a weak laugh as he looked at the rubber ball.

Manuel smiled and took his place under the massage table again.

“Manuel, can I ask you a question?” Kev said in a hoarse voice.

“Sure, fire away, Mr. Stone”, Manuel said. He cracked his knuckles and looked at Kev’s dick and balls. His cock was staying hard thanks to the rubber band, and his balls were starting to look a bit swollen.

“What are you doing with all that cum?” Kev asked.

“I’m glad you asked, Mr. Stone”, Manuel said cheerfully. “There are--- You may want to use that ball now, by the way.”

Kev sighed and looked at the rubber ball in his hand. He opened his mouth and dug his teeth into the soft rubber.

It was not a moment too soon.

Manuel started punching Kev’s vulnerable gonads like a speed bag, making his nuts swing wildly and slam against the hard underside of the massage table. At a rapid pace, Manuel pummeled Kev’s balls, making sure to not to favor one nut over the other, and occasionally throwing a punch at Kev’s hard dick.

At the same time, Manuel recited what he had learned on his first day on the job. “There are almost a hundred Jerk’n’Drain Milking Stations in the United States”, he said, raising his voice as Kev let out muffled screams. “We pride ourselves with delivering outstanding product while treating our sources with the respect and the care that they deserve.”

Manuel increased the pace, punching Kev’s nuts with the energy and the force of a trained boxer. ”Jerk’n’Drain Enterprises is a supplier for a lot of renowned pharmaceutical companies and cosmetics manufacturers around the world”, he continued. “Our extraordinarily high quality standards are unmatched, and we hold 75% of the global sperm market, making Jerk’n’Drain Enterprises the number one sperm supplier worldwide. If it’s sperm it’s Jerk’n’Drain.”

Manuel smiled as he punched Kev’s balls with his rubber gloved fists.

Kev was wailing and screaming, biting into the soft rubber ball, clenching his eyes shut as tears ran down his cheeks.

“Does that answer your question?” Manuel asked cheerfully, digging his knuckles into the soft flesh of Kev’s tender testicles.

Kev responded with a muffled wail.

Manuel chuckled. He stopped punching Kev’s balls and witched his attention to Kev’s twitching cock. He started punching the sensitive tip with one hand while jerking the fat shaft with the other.

“You’ve probably heard about whale sperm being used in cosmetics”, Manuel said casually before delivering a hard, painful punch to the head of Kev’s dick. “Well, turns out that there’s something better than whale sperm...” Manuel looked at Kev’s pulsing dick with a satisfied smile. Reaching for another jar with one hand and opening the knot in the rubber band around Kev’s junk with the other, he continued, “So I guess you can say that your cum is on a lot of girls’ faces all over the world.”

He let out a laugh and held the jar in place. A second later, a slow, thick river of spunk came running out of Kev’s cock.

“Huh.” Manuel raised his eyebrows. He balled his fist and punched Kev’s nuts hard, flattening them like pancakes as they slammed into the hard surface of the massage table.

Kev let out an ear-piercing shriek that even the rubber ball couldn’t muffle.

“Now that’s what I call a cumshot”, Manuel smiled happily as the river of cum turned into a violent eruption. “Sometimes all you need is a little jumpstart.”

Kev was screaming in pain as his balls were pumping his third load of cum into the jar.

“Very nice”, Manuel said as the flood subsided, grabbing Kev’s spent cock and jerking it a couple of times until he was sure that he had gotten every last drop of cum.

Kev was whimpering and moaning as Manuel closed the jar and pressed the button.

Manuel raised the jar and took a close look. “I’d say it’s another 10-15% decrease from your second load”, he said slowly. “That’s a pretty good average.”

He gave the jar to the assistant and looked at Kev’s genitals.

His balls were red and bruised, and his dick was slightly sore.

Manuel tentatively grabbed Kev’s balls and weighed them in his hand. “Hmm”, he said, “I’d say there’s another load in there. Do you want me to get it out?”

Kev let out a whimper.

“Mr. Stone?” Manuel said. “I don’t want to press you or anything. But it’d be a shame to let it go to waste, you know.”

Kev spit out the rubber ball. His face was a mask of pain.

“I can give you another 50% bonus for that fourth load”, Manuel said cheerfully, squeezing Kev’s swollen balls. “That’s on top of the 50% you already get for everything after your second load. Think about it.”

Kev whispered something.

“What was that?” Manuel asked with a smile.

“I said go for it”, Kev repeated in a toneless voice.

“Good decision, Mr. Stone”, Manuel said, quickly reaching for the rubber band. “Now we have to move fast before it goes limp.” He jerked Kev’s cock a couple of times, biting his lower lip. “Damn”, he mumbled.

“You know what, maybe we don’t have to go for that fourth load”, Kev said weakly. “If it’s too late---“

“Don’t worry, Mr. Stone”, Manuel smiled. “I’ll make it work.”

“Great”, Kev muttered.

“Mr. Stone”, Manuel said in a low voice, “I know a little trick. Don’t tell my boss, okay?”

“Okay”, Kev sighed.

After making sure that nobody saw him, Manuel grabbed Kev’s rapidly shrinking dick and sucked it into his mouth.

Kev let out a soft moan as he felt Manuel’s lips around his dick. The handsome Latino’s tongue ran teasingly around the tip.

It took only a couple of seconds until Kev’s dick was rock hard again, and Manuel didn’t keep Kev’s dick in his mouth any longer that he had to.

“There you go”, Manuel said triumphantly before fastening the rubber band around Kev’s genitals once again.

Kev winced as he felt the rubber band tighten around his sore and spent junk.

“Now, to get that final load out of your balls”, Manuel said slowly, reaching into the front pocket of his apron and pulling out a little rubber mallet, “we’ll have to use a tiny bit of force.”

“Oh, really?” Kev deadpanned.

Manuel let out a laugh. “You’re really funny…” He held Kev’s balls in place and lined up the rubber mallet. “Time to sink your teeth into the ball, Mr. Stone”, Manuel announced with a cheerful smile.

Kev sighed and did as he was told.

Manuel started hammering away at Kev’s nuts right away, smashing the two tender orbs flat against the hard surface of the massage table.

Kev screamed and wailed in agony as the rubber mallet sank deep into the tender tissue of his meatballs.

“You have awesome balls, Mr. Stone”, Manuel said, smashing Kev’s nuts with all the force he could muster. “Top-notch. I mean it. Most balls get all soft and squishy after the second go. But not yours.” He continued smashing Kev’s balls as hard as he could, carefully eyeing Kev’s hard, throbbing dick.

“Believe me”, he continued, “I know what I’m talking about. There was this one guy, some bodybuilder, tough young man. All muscles, no brain, as they say.” Manuel chuckled as he continued to crunch Kev’s nuts with the mallet.

“Well, apart from the fact that it’s not much fun squeezing a load out of a pair of steroid-shrunken raisins, Mr. Tough Guy was crying for his mommy when I finally managed to coax it out of him.” Manuel let out a laugh, happily hammering away at Kev’s poor, tender babymakers.

“He had signed up for a double draining, and we had to restrain him to the table for the second round”, Manuel continued, concentrating on Kev’s right nut and sinking the mallet deep into the swollen ball. “And then, just like that, his right nut popped like a balloon.” Manuel chuckled, switching to Kev’s left nut, landing blow after nut-shattering blow on the swollen, bruised testicle.

“Pop. Just like that.” Manuel shook his head. “You should have seen Mr. Tough Guy! He was all, ‘My nut! My beautiful, beautiful nut!’ And I was like, ‘Hey, crybaby, calm down, you still got one left.’ He threatened to sue me. Can you believe that? All because of that tiny little nut? But I was like, ‘Hey, Mr. Tough Guy, take a look into your contract. If I want to I can pop the other one, too.’ That shut him up, believe me…” Manuel ‘s laugh ended in a deep sigh.

“Man, you can’t make this stuff up…” Manuel glanced at Kev’s dick and smiled. “We’re almost there, Mr. Stone”, he said cheerfully. With renewed energy, he started pounding both of Kev’s nuts, alternately hitting the left one and the right one with all the force he could muster.

Kev was wailing and screaming into the rubber ball as his testicles were smashed to smithereens.

Manuel put the mallet away and started jerking Kev’s throbbing cock with both of his hands. “There you go”, he mumbled. “Give me a nice, fat load.” He slapped the sensitive head of Kev’s dick before resuming the double-handed stroking.

A couple of seconds later, Manuel grabbed the fourth jar, held it under Kev’s throbbing dick and released the rubber band. Immediately, a jet of cum splashed into the jar. It wasn’t as thick and creamy as the previous loads, resembling watery milk as it poured into the jar.

“That’s it”, Manuel mumbled, making sure to milk every last drop from Kev’s sore cock, squeezing his balls and squishing his shaft.

When he was done, Kev’s dick had turned into a limp noodle, looking rather odd next to his ridiculously swollen and bloated balls.

Manuel chuckled as he stuffed Kev’s spent dick into the chastity device and locked it.

“Alright, Mr. Stone”, he said, standing next to Kev. “We’re done here.”

Kev looked up, his face contorted in pain. His eyes were red and puffy. He let out a dry cough.

“Do you want something to drink?” Manuel asked politely.

Kev looked down at the half-filled jar in Manuel’s hands with a suspicious look on his face.

Manuel burst out laughing. “No, Mr. Stone, that’s not what I meant. That’s far too valuable.” He handed the jar to the assistant and poured Kev a glass of water.

It took a little while until Kev had put on his clothes, and Manuel had to help him tie his shoes.

Kev took a sip of water and looked down at Manuel.

“Thanks”, he said hoarsely.

“Sure”, Manuel said.

“By the way, do you get milked, too?” Kev asked, carefully rubbing the big bulge in his jeans.

Manuel raised his eyebrows. “Oh, no”, he said with a laugh. “I have a girlfriend.” He winked at Kev. “Well, several, actually… Besides, I’m a fun-loving guy. I like sex. I’d never lock this monster up…” He lifted his apron and grabbed his bulge, showing off what looked like a massive sausage accompanied by a big, fat pair of eggs.

Kev looked at his feet.

“No offense”, Manuel smiled. “I’m sure you have your reasons.”

Kev nodded. “It’s a lot of money.”

Manuel nodded emphatically. “Oh yeah, it is. But don’t spend it all on women…” He laughed and playfully slapped Kev’s bulge. “Well, I’m sure you won’t, right?”

Kev doubled over, grabbing his knees, and let out a throaty cough.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stone”, Manuel chuckled not looking sorry at all. He looked at his watch. “Okay, you’ll receive your check at the reception.”

Kev nodded.

“I’m looking forward to working with you again”, Manuel smiled.

Kevin smiled weakly. “Yeah, me too.”

Manuel looked at Kev expectantly.

Kev stared at him. “Oh”, he said and reached into his pocket. Producing a five-dollar-note, he mumbled. “That’s all I have on me right now.”

Manuel took the money and flashed a big smile. “You’re too generous! Thank you, Mr. Stone. See you in two weeks. Make sure to replenish your fluids!”

Manuel smiled and walked out.

Kev followed him, slightly slower, and with a distinct limp.


I’m not quite sure whether this is going to be a one-off story or whether we’re going to see Manuel and the Jerk’n’Drain Milking Station again. Frankly, I really like the concept (and Manuel is a very fun character) but I don't really know where to go from here without repeating the plot...

So what do you think? Do you like this story? Any ideas for a sequel?