Saturday, November 1, 2014

Poll results: Story themes

A couple of weeks ago I asked you to tell me your opinion about additional themes for stories: What kind of stuff do you like to read about in a ballbusting story?
The votes are counted and the results are in. More than 200 people voted in the poll. That's awesome! Thank you very much for sharing your opinion!
And here are the results:
Milking 38%
Bondage/BDSM 34%
Gay sex 28%
Cumshots 25%
Just ballbusting, nothing else 25%
Big dick/balls worship 24%
Castration 23%
Clothed Male/Naked Male 20%
Chastity 17%
Muscle Worship 16%
Cum eating 14%
Small dick/balls humiliation 13%
Footplay 7%
Straight sex 7%
Something else 6%
Frankly, I was a bit surprised that Milking took the top stop. And I have good news for those of you who liked The price of milk: The sequel is coming the day after tomorrow. It'll be called "The milkman's apprentice" and I hope you’ll enjoy it. You might want to read Never bet your balls again in preperation... :-))
I’m working on a lot of stories right now and most of the themes you voted for will make appearances on the blog in the next couple of weeks.
Again, thank you very much for telling me your opinion! I really appreciate it!

Who is Logan? (updated)

Original date: 10/29/2014

I really enjoyed the pictures you sent in for Zach and David. Now it's time to have a look at another fan favorite: 18 year old high School wrestler Logan. Logan is blond and handsome, a fun-loving guy with a kinky side. (If you want to revisit Logan's adventures you find all the stories labelled "Logan" here.)

Now, what do you think Logan 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 10/29/2014:

Here are Ibi's suggestions:

Corbin Fisher's Kent

Model Cortland Woodard

Actor Cody Christian
Another suggestion by an anonymous reader:

Actor Alexander Ludwig
(click here for a previous appearance on this blog)
Update 10/30/2014:

ScotLad has submitted a hot picture showing two of his friends. He asks: "Logan standing next to Michael?":

This seems to be a private picture
so I pixelized the faces.

And here's Matt's suggestion:

Underwear model Steven Dehler

Update 11/01/2014:

This is what Sid thinks Logan will look like in a couple of years:

Actor Alexander Ludwig

Alexander Ludwig again.

What do you think?

Friday, October 31, 2014

Be our guest: Daniel H. meets the twins

Thanks to our reader Daniel H. for providing a lot of details for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who has been following this blog since day one and never left a comment!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

This week, my cameraman Chad had been even grumpier than usual. I knew the 30 year old stud was going to a rough time, but this week had been an exceptionally bad one.

We were waiting for Chad to arrive and shoot a new clip with the twins. Our prep guy Vince had provided us with an apparatus that we were going to introduce to twin brothers Michael and Will. It bore the very promising name The Nut Knocker, and the two 22 year old blond gymnasts had already stripped naked, inspecting the machine, when the door opened.

Chad entered the studio, followed by a tall and skinny young guy, probably 17 or 18 years old, with dyed black hair cut in emo style.

“This is my nephew Daniel”, Chad mumbled, pointing to his young companion.

Daniel sported a nose piercing and snake bites, and wore glasses that made him look cute rather than nerdy. He looked at me from under his hair, a shy smile on his lips. “Hi”, he said softly. When he spotted the twins, he froze.

The two bare-naked brothers turned and looked at him.

“Welcome”, Will said cheerfully, casually scratching his trimmed pubes, making no effort to hide his impressive goods.

His brother Michael on the other hand looked slightly uncomfortable, putting his hands in front of his groin.

“He’s my sister’s boy”, Chad said, making it sound like a criminal offense. “From England”, he added, as if that alone was a reason to despise his nephew.

“Hi, Daniel”, I said, smiling. “How are you?”

Daniel couldn’t turn his eyes away from Will who waved at him, grinning. “I---“

“He’s a pain in the ass”, Chad grumbled. “But he has volunteered to star in a little skit for the website.”

I looked at Daniel. The cute emo boy was staring at Will who was putting on a little show for him, grabbing his junk and wiggling it around, making Daniel blush.

“Have you told him what we do here?” I said slowly, looking at Chad.

Chad had a mean grin on his face. “Sure. We’re playing games. And Daniel loves games.”

I cleared my throat. “Chad, you---“

“You love playing games, don’t you, Daniel?” Chad barked, looking at his nephew.

Daniel looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Don’t you?” Chad grunted.

“I do”, Daniel said shyly.

“And you love naked men”, Chad said.

Daniel gulped and nodded.

Chad looked at me and grinned. “See? Perfect.”

I smiled at Daniel. “You sure you want to do this?”

Daniel bit his lower lip. “I--- I don’t know---“

“Hey, cutie”, Will said, slowly approaching the skinny boy. He put one hand around Daniel’s shoulder and pressed his body against Daniel’s. He ran his other hand down Daniel’s chest, making his way to the growing bulge in Daniel’s pants. The outline of a nice, hard dick was visible through the fabric. Will wrapped his fingers around Daniel’s bulge and squeezed.

Daniel gasped.

“I know you want to play with us”, Will whispered into Daniel’s ear.

“Will!” Michael said sternly.

“Oh, Mikey, don’t be jealous”, Will smiled. “You’ll get your shot at him.” He tightened his grip on Daniel’s balls, making him moan softly. “What do you say, wanna play with us?”

“Oh yes, definitely”, Daniel blurted out.

Will chuckled. “Nice. Take off your clothes.” He let go of Daniel’s nuts and slapped the bulge playfully, eliciting a surprised yelp from Daniel.

Quickly, Daniel started stripping down to his underwear.

Will turned to me and grinned.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for emo boys”, I said slowly, “or any boys for that matter…”

Will chuckled. “I don’t. But if a little flirting is all it takes so that it won’t be me on that vicious machine…” He nodded towards the Nut Knocker. “…well, that’s fine by me…”

He looked at Daniel who wore nothing but a pair of Tommy Hilfiger boxers. His body was skinny and pale.

“Those too, cutie”, Will smiled, pointing at Daniel’s underwear.

Daniel gulped and took his boxers off, timidly cupping his genitalia with his hands.

“Let me have a look at your dick”, Will said, grinning.

Daniel pulled his hands away, looking at Will from under his dyed black hair. His dick was semi-hard, not overly large, but not small either.

“Nice”, Will said. “Not as big as mine, of course. But it’s a nice little thing. Nice nuts, too.”

Daniel’s balls were medium sized and hung low in their sack.

“Come on, cutie”, Will said. “Take a seat.”

He led Daniel towards the Nut Knocker.

It was a very simple construction: a wooden X that was built to tie some hapless participant to it in a spread eagle position. At the middle of the cross, there was a wooden plank with two rubber mallets attached to it. Each mallet was wired to a foot pedal.

Daniel looked at it, biting his lower lip. “How does it work?” he asked in a soft voice.

Chad raised his voice. “Let me demonstrate it for you”, he said with a mean grin. He disappeared into the kitchen and came back holding two brown hen’s eggs. He placed them on the plank and looked at Daniel. “Wanna take a guess what those eggs stand for?”

Daniel gulped. “My balls”, he whispered.

“Bingo”, Chad grinned. “And this is what’s going to happen to them.” He nodded at the twins who were standing on either side of the Nut Knocker.

Michael and Will smiled and stepped on the foot pedals.

There was a loud crunch as the mallets came down onto the fragile eggs, instantly cracking their shells and splattering egg white and yolk all over the place.

Daniel cringed at the visual, cupping his crotch and biting his lower lip.

The twins were smiling brightly.

“What a mess”, Will chuckled and wiped the plank clean. Then he looked at Danie and grinned. “Take a seat.”

Daniel bit his lower lip and stood in front of the X, the plank protruding from between his thighs. He sat down, his low-hanging balls sitting where the two eggs had just been cracked open.

“That’s it”, Will said with a grin as he tied Daniel’s wrists and ankles to the X. “We’re going to crack your little nuts open just like we did with those eggs…” He winked at Daniel. “Any last words?”

Daniel opened his mouth to say something but Will just stuffed a ball gag into his mouth and fastened the leather straps behind his head.

Michael smiled at Chad. “You want to teach him a lesson, right? Don’t worry, we’re going to go easy on him.”

Chad scoffed. “No way, give it all you got, the little shit deserves it! I don’t mind if you pop one or two of his balls.”

Daniel’s eyes widened and tried to protest but all we heard were muffled groans.

“He deserves it”, Chad repeated. “Crush his nuts into mush.”

Will chuckled. “Okay, if you say so.”

Michael shot his brother a stern look.

“What?” Will laughed. “Uncle Chad has given us permission, right?”

Chad shrugged. “Do whatever you want…”

Will winked at his brother and stomped down hard on the foot pedal, making the mallet smash down hard on Daniel’s left nut, flattening the tender orb and making Daniel let out a muffled scream and struggle against his restrains.

“Ouch”, Will chuckled before stepping on the foot pedal again, eliciting a guttural groan from Daniel as his balls were crushed with excruciating force.

Again and again the mallet came down, making Daniel squeal in pain through his gag. He struggled to no avail while his left nut was crunched hard.

“I’m going to turn this little brit boy’s balls into peanut butter”, Will mused as he continued putting down his foot onto the pedal and tenderizing poor Daniel’s balls while his muffled wails filled the room.

Michael was watching his brother, a skeptical expression on his face.

“This isn’t right”, he mumbled.

“Oh, come on, Chad says he deserves it”, Will laughed as he stomped down on the foot pedal.

“Yeah, believe me, he does”, Chad grunted. “He may look all innocent and friendly but I tell you he’s a little bastard!” He pointed at Daniel’s dick that had grown rock hard. “Look at his dick. The sick fuck is enjoying this!”

Will let out a laugh. “What a pain slut.”

Michael looked at Daniel’s face.

Daniel’s eyes were open wide and filled with tears.

“This is enough”, Michael mumbled and pushed his brother away from the mallet.

“Hey!” Will shouted. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Michael turned around, facing his brother. “It’s one thing if we put our balls on the line. But I’m not standing by while you torture this guy against his will!”

Will was facing his brother. “But Chad said---“

He was interrupted by a solid kick to his naked nuts.

“Just shut up”, Michael said casually and turned around.

Will’s face contorted in pain and he doubled over, clutching his balls. “Fuck you, Mikey”, he said in a strained voice.

Michael quickly untied Daniel’s wrists and ankles and helped him off the Nut Knocker.

“You’re welcome”, Michael whispered and reached for the leather straps that held Daniel’s ball gag in place.

Daniel looked Michael in the eyes.

Before he had a chance to open the straps, though, Will delivered a nutcrunching kick to Michael’s balls from behind.

Daniel watched Michael’s face as it turned from a gentle smile to a surprised O-Face to an agonized grimace.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Mikey”, Will mumbled as his brother sank to his knees, coughing and groaning.

He grabbed his brother by the hair and made him sit on the Nut Knocker, tying him to the vicious contraption with the same rope that had held Daniel’s ankles and wrists just a minute earlier.

“Will!” Michael yelled.

His brother ignored him, rearranging the two foot pedals so that he was able to reach both of them at the same time.

Michael looked at his brother in terror.

With a vicious smile, Will stepped on both pedals, sending the two mallets crashing down on Michael’s big, bulging balls and making him scream from the top of his lungs.

Daniel watched the twins, the ball gag still in in his mouth. His left nut was swollen and brusied, and his cock was rock hard and pointing at the ceiling.

“You like that, you sick fuck, huh?” Chad grunted from behind him.

Before Daniel had a chance to turn around, Chad’s heavy boot collided with the young Brit’s balls from behind, smashing them into his body.

Daniel let out a gurgling groan and doubled over.

Chad followed up with another kick, smashing Daniel’s balls with all the force he could muster.

The room was filled with Michael’s screams and Daniel’s muffled groans and moans as the two bags of balls were brutally abused.

Chad reached between Daniel’s thighs, grabbing his swollen ballsack and pulling it up between Daniel’s ass cheeks. Balling his fist, Chad started punching poor Daniel’s tender nuggets as hard as he could.

Meanwhile, Will was working the foot pedals like an experienced church organist, eliciting all kinds of funny sounds from his brother with every hit of the mallets.

Michael was screaming from the top of his lungs as his precious plums were squished and squashed again and again.

Will stopped for a moment and looked at Chad who had started kicking Daniel’s balls with his boot-clad feet.

“What do you think”, Will shouted, “can we make them cum at the same time?”

Chad laughed viciously as he delivered a particularly hard kick to Daniel’s balls. “We can try”, he chuckled.

“Alright”, Will grinned and resumed stomping down on the foot pedals, trying to make the mallets turn his twin brother’s meatballs into paste.

Daniel was grunting and groaning as Chad’s foot connected with his testicles time and time again.

His dick was hard as a rock and dripping with precum while his balls were starting to look seriously swollen and bloated.

Michael’s equipment didn’t look any better. His big, hard dick was pointing at the ceiling and his fat plums looked like they had almost doubled in size.

Suddenly, both Michael’s and Daniel’s cocks exploded with huge, creamy spurts of cum.

“Yay!” Will cheered as his brother’s dick unloaded what seemed like a gallon of spunk that shot up into the air like a geyser before raining down and coating both Michael and Will in spunk.

Chad made sure to step out of the way as Daniel’s dick erupted in thick, creamy jets of cum.

His naked chest covered in his brother’s load, Will walked over to Chad and patted his shoulder. “Nice work. We’re a good team.”

Chad shrugged.

A short time later, both Daniel and Michael had slightly recovered.

Chad was working on the computer.

I walked over to the couch were Michael and Will were arguing, still in the nude.

“I really don’t understand what you’re angry about”, Will said.

Michael glared at him. “You busted my balls and made me shoot my load!” He pointed down at his spent cock and sore, bruised gonads.

Will shrugged. “Well, sure. But what did you expect when we came here to shoot a video with the Nut Knocker?”

Michael opened his mouth. Then he closed it again.

“I have a point, right?” Will insisted.

There was a slight tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see Daniel who was fully dressed and ready to go. He ran his hand through his jet black hair and bit his lower lip.

“You’re going?” I asked.

Daniel nodded shyly.

“How are you?” I said with a sympathetic smile.

“I’m fine”, Daniel said softly. He lowered his voice and leaned forward. “I kinda enjoyed it.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You get turned on by pain?”

A slight smile appeared on Daniel’s face and he nodded shyly.

Daniel turned to Chad. “See you, Uncle Chad”, he said with a smile.

“See you, Daniel”, Chad said without looking up.

When Daniel had left I sat down next to Chad. “Your nephew is quite a guy.”

Chad continued typing. “Yeah?” he mumbled.

“Why do you treat him like that?” I asked.

Chad stopped typing.

“I mean, he seems like a nice guy”, I continued.

Chad looked at me. “You know, I wanted to give him something special for his birthday. Do you think he enjoyed it?”

I stared at him.

Chad shrugged and turned to the computer again. “I think he did…”

Wednesday, October 29, 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
Update 10/23/2014:

Another reader's suggestion:

Actor Justin Deeley
Justin Deeley again (in TV show "Drop Dead Diva")
Update 10/29/2014:

Another anonymous reader suggests:

Corbin Fisher's Truman
(I guess the lighting makes the dick seem smaller than it actually is... ;-))
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

Update 10/29/2014:

Another suggestion by an anonymous reader:
Porn star Jared Kent (
What do you think?

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Art by Corsair: Train ‘im good, Coach!

I'm very proud to present a brand-new result of another great collaboration with my friend, the insanely talented artist Corsair. I'm just blown away by his fantastic work, and we came up with a hot, steamy plot for a story that runs a little longer than the short stories I have posted along with his art over the past few weeks. This story is set in the same world as Cheap shot and The juicer, so you might want to read those again before you continue.

Whatever you do - make sure to check out Corsair's super-hot blog for more awesome artwork!

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Bang! The door to the looker room burst open and Killian limped in, cupping his crotch and swearing like a sailor. The ginger-haired stud paced the room before punching a nearby locker. He turned around and leaned against it, reaching inside his wrestling singlet and fondling his swollen balls.

Killian’s huge, meaty dick was hard as steel, straining against the thin fabric of his singlet. This season alone, he had worn out three brand-new singlets, all because of his huge, permanently hard dick.

Killian’s mammoth shaft was the stuff of legend on and off campus. He was huge, a massive monument of manhood. And he was hard and horny all the time, day and night, 24/7. His frat brothers knew how to make the best of Killian’s astounding asset: They loved devouring his throbbing meat, choking on it as it slid past their tonsils, filling every inch of their eager mouths and straining their throats. Whenever you walked into the frat house, Killian was sitting on the couch, watching TV or playing with his iPhone, while one of his frat brothers was bobbing his head up and down in his lap. At night, when Killian was asleep in his bed, it was common for his buddies to come into his room and take a ride on his big, meaty fuck stick. Just last night, their newest frat brother Matt had sneaked into Killian’s room and mounted him, pleasuring himself until Killian’s sheets were drenched in three orgasms’ worth of Matt’s jizz.

Everybody knew about Killian’s extraordinary gift, and everybody wanted to get their hands on his monster dick. But his frat brothers made sure that they kept him to themselves. Only on very rare occasions, like a recruitment party, or a charity auction, they allowed others to enjoy Killian’s fat dick.

A few weeks ago, the frat’s arch rivals, the guys from the other All Ballbusting Fraternity on campus, had tried to abduct him. But their plot was foiled, and instead of experiencing the joy of riding Killian’s mammoth meat, they spent the night getting their balls busted and drained by Killian’s frat brothers.

While everybody was aware of Killian’s legendary dick and his incredible, irrepressible stamina, only Killian’s frat brothers knew what drove his perpetually hard erection: The hot stud had never ever shot his load. Not once in his lifetime had he emptied his balls and released the pent-up semen that had been boiling in his balls for years. Even though he had made hundreds of guys cum by fucking them or letting them pleasure his extraordinary dick with their hands, feet or mouths, Killian himself had never had an orgasm.

Now, the horny wrestler was leaning against the locker, bucking his hips, his hands buried inside his singlet.

The door opened again, and the captain of Killian’s wrestling team walked in, a stern expression on his face. Like Killian, Dustin was dressed in a wrestling singlet that did very little to conceal the massive bulge in his crotch. Even in its soft state, Dustin’s dick was outlined as a long, thick tube in the flimsy fabric.

“What’s up with you, dude?!” Dustin shouted, slamming the door shut behind him. “I mean, what the fuck?!” He pushed Killian’s shoulder, slamming him against the locker.

Killian glared at him. “You know I---“

“I know you’re horny all the time, dude”, Dustin interrupted him. “But there’s a time, and there’s a place, right? You can’t just turn dudes over and dry-hump them! Not here! Not during practice! Not now! You know we have regionals to focus on right now, dude! It's important shit! So you better keep that monster dick tucked away, okay?"

Killian let out an angry grunt. “But Kyle---“

Dustin pinned Killian against the locker, his face inches from Killian’s, their noses almost touching. “Listen, dude”, Dustin said, “I know Kyle out there has been wanting you to give it to him since first quarter, okay? I know he’s a decent dude and he doesn’t just jump onto your fat, hard dick while you’re asleep and rides you till dawn. He’s a nice guy and waits for his turn. But that doesn’t mean you can just turn him over and fuck him during practice!”

Dustin backed away and took a step back, watching Killian closely. “Dude, think about Kyle! Think about what you do to him! When we got you off of him he was almost shooting his load just because he felt your dick on his ass! I had to kick his nuts and knock some sense into him or he would have creamed all over the place! Then suddenly all the other guys were beating their meat. It’s gotten out of hand! It’s like a jizz party in there! Not cool, dude, not cool.”

Killian glared at Dustin. “But I---“

“Shut the fuck up, dude!” Dustin barked. “I’m the team captain, and this is the end of this discussion!”

Killian let out a growl.

Suddenly, Killian snap-kicked Dustin’s package hard, crunching his nuts with all the force he could muster.

Dustin let out a guttural groan and doubled over.

Killian grabbed him, turned him around and pushed him against the locker, pressing his huge, fat dick between Dustin’s ass cheeks and forcibly dry-humping him through their singlets.

“Not cool, dude!” Dustin yelled as he felt Killian’s mammoth dick rub against his cheeks.

Killian was holding the back of his buddy’s neck down, grunting and groaning with every thrust.

“Boys!” A deep, guttural voice echoed in the locker room.

Killian and Dustin turned their heads, surprised expressions on their faces.

“Coach?” Killian croaked.

Coach was standing in the doorway, a big, muscular man in his late thirties. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy who had gotten around a lot, and the guys respected him. He had a lot of experience, and he was a fixture at the frat, training the guys and showing them everything they needed to know to defeat their opponents, brutally bust their balls and maintain the frat’s stellar reputation.

Killian let go of Dustin, and the two guys stepped away from each other. Killian’s hard dick was throbbing in his singlet, and the hot action on his ass had caused Dustin to spring a boner, too.

“What’s going on?” Coach growled. He pointed at the door. “It’s like a flop-house out there! Everything reeks of jizz! Kyle is on his knees getting gang banged! It’s a free-for-all fuck frenzy! Can’t you guys keep your dicks in your pants until practice is over?!”

Dustin blushed. He glanced at Killian and his huge monster dick. With an angry grunt, he dropped to his knees and delivered a nut-crunching uppercut to Killian’s huge, juicy balls, driving his knuckles into the soft, tender flesh of Killian’s babymakers and making him let out a guttural groan before dropping to his knees, grimacing in pain.

Killian cupped his big bulge with one hand, the other hand propping him up. His ass was pushed out and he began dry-humping the air.

Dustin glared at him, clenching his fists. “You fucking---“

“Stop it, son”, Coach hollered, kicking Dustin’s balls hard.

Coach’s foot connected with Dustin’s nuts, ramming them into his body and knocking the wind out of Dustin’s lungs.

Dustin’s eyes widened and he let out a series of dry coughs, grabbing himself and stumbling backwards against the lockers before sliding down onto his ass, his hands cupping his aching balls.

Coach put his hands on his hips and watched Killian dry-hump the air.

“I see”, he muttered after a while. “Okay, son, we’re going to help you.” He turned to Dustin. “Are you going to just sit there playing with your dick?!”

Dustin groaned and got up, adjusting his singlet. “What do you want me to do, Coach?”

“I’ve seen this before, son”, Coach said slowly, nodding in Killian’s direction. “A long time ago. A handsome boy, much like Killian here. A big boy with a huge fucking dick. Always hard, always horny. His big, fat balls always churning and full of cum.” For a brief moment, there was a dark shadow on Coach’s face. “Never shot his load.” Coach looked up at Dustin. “We’re going to get to the bottom of this, son.”

Dustin looked at him. “But how, Coach?”

“Just like it was done to the poor boy all those years ago”, Coach said. He rolled up his sleeves and pulled Killian up. He quickly got behind him and applied a full nelson.

Killian’s eyes widened as he watched Dustin stand in front of him. He struggled and writhed, but Coach didn’t let him out of his vulnerable position.

“Coach, no!” Killian groaned.

“Trust me, son”, Coach said slowly, “it’s for your own good. There’s only one way to do this. There’s only one way to curb your raging dick and your sex-lust. We gotta crush it out of you!”

“What?!” Killian gasped, his eyes wide open with fear. “No, there’s got to be another way!”

Coach shook his head slowly. “Sorry, son, I know there isn’t.”

“I promise I’ll behave!” Killian yelled.

Coach sighed. “I really want to believe you, son, but I know you can’t control yourself. The minute you’re out of this room you’ll be humping one of your team mates again.” He sighed again. “Believe me, there’s no other way.”

Killian bit his lower lip.

Dustin looked at Coach.

Coach nodded. “Just like you did to that kid a couple of weeks ago.”

Dustin raised his eyebrows. “You mean Chip?”

“Yeah”, Coach said.

“I knocked him out cold”, Dustin said with a grin as he remembered the devastating kick that won him the match.

“Killian here is in a different league, son”, Coach said. “You might have to go even harder.”

Dustin bit his lip, nodding. He brought his leg back and sent it crashing between Killian’s muscular thighs, ramming his meaty nuggets into his pelvis and making Killian let out an anguished grunt.

“Do it again, harder!” Coach shouted.

Dustin complied, kicking Killian’s big, bulging babymakers with all the force he could muster, crunching his nuts with a dull thud and eliciting another deep, guttural grunt.

“Again!” Coach barked. “Come on, bash his balls in!”

Dustin took a couple of steps back and kicked Killian’s bugling basket like a football player trying to score a field goal. His instep connected with Killian’s nutsack, brutally squashing its contents and causing Killian to let out an agonized roar.

“Use your knees, son, come on!” Coach grunted, valiantly keeping Killian’s writhing body under control.

Dustin rammed his knee into Killian’s crotch three times in rapid succession, brutally crunching his nuts, causing Killian to groan and grunt, grimacing in pain.

“Punch ‘em as hard as you can”, Coach yelled through his clenched teeth, sweat running down his forehead as he tried to hold Killian steady.

Dustin dropped to his knees and threw a mean, hard uppercut into Killian’s bulging basket, making Killian’s eyes bulge and his jaw drop as he let out a throaty groan.

Dustin glanced at Killian’s hard, throbbing dick as he started punching Killian’s massive balls at a steady pace, using both of his hands. Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Killian’s groans and the dull sound of Dustin’s knuckles connecting with Killian’s tightly packed ball bag filled the room.

Finally, Coach wasn’t able to hold Killian any longer, and the ginger-haired stud collapsed on the ground, cupping his groin and moaning in pain.

Coach wiped his forehead and bent down, grabbing Killian by the ankles.

“Coach, no!” Killian yelled, letting go of his aching, throbbing nuts and propping himself up with his hands.

Coach spread Killian’s legs wide and let his foot sail in between his thighs, kicking his balls with all the force he could muster.

Dustin cringed in sympathy as Coach kicked Killian’s balls hard again and again, driving his foot into Killian’s manhood, panting with effort while Killian was letting out grunts and groans and moans of agony.

After more than a dozen kicks, Coach let go of Killian’s ankles, making him drop onto the ground, nuts first.

An anguished yelp escaped Killian’s lips, but before he had the chance to curl up and nurse his battered balls, Coach stomped down onto his balls, squishing and squashing them against the hard, cold floor.

Coach twisted the ball of his foot as if he was stomping out a cigarette, flattening Killian’s gigantic balls like pancakes and making him gag and retch in pain.

In the meantime, Dustin had disappeared in Coach’s office. When he returned, he was carrying a large, golden trophy.

“Good thinking, son”, Coach muttered, turning Killian onto his back, sitting down on his chest, lifting his legs and spreading them wide apart.

Dustin knelt down and held the trophy over his head before sending it crashing down on Killian’s throbbing balls. He hard, pointy corner of the trophy’s base dug deep into the soft tissue of Killian’s meaty right nugget.

Coach couldn’t help but see the irony in the fact that the trophy which Killian had won almost single-handedly last year was wreaking havoc on his mighty manhood.

Dustin slammed the heavy monstrosity down on Killian’s balls repeatedly, making sure to give each of his nuts their fair share of attention.

Killian grunted and groaned in pain as Dustin squashed his tender testicles as hard as he could.

Both Coach and Dustin were panting heavily, their faces glistening with sweat, as they busted Killian’s balls as hard and as thoroughly as they could.

All the time, Killian’s huge, meaty dick was throbbing and twitching so violently inside his singlet that it looked as if the thin fabric would just rip apart from the sheer power of his rock-hard tool.

Dustin slammed the trophy into Killian’s meaty balls hard, making the muscular wrestler’s voice crack and causing him to yodel like a Bavarian schoolgirl at the Munich Cliché Festival.

“Sounds like we are on the right track, son”, Coach grunted. “Get the baseball bat from my office. It’s behind the desk.”

“Alright, Coach”, Dustin said and hurried into the Coach’s office again.

He returned with the big, wooden bat moments later, and didn’t waste a second before slamming it into Killian’s wide open crotch as if he was trying to score a home run.

“AWWWWW!” Killian moaned in agony as his big, meaty balls were viciously crunched by the bat.

Dustin chuckled and sent the bat crashing into Killian's nuts again.

“AWW!” Killian groaned, his eyes slowly turning inward.

Again, Dustin bashed Killian's fat babymakers with the baseball bat, hitting both of his huge orbs dead-on.

"AWWWW!" Killian moaned, cross-eyed and panting.

His balls had swollen to almost twice their size, and Dustin had no trouble hitting the target as he bashed away at Killian’s manhood, making him grunt and groan and moan and pant.

Somehow, Killian managed to break free, pushing Coach and Dustin away.

He got up and limped towards the door, but Dustin grabbed him by the shoulder before he could make it out of the room, slamming him again the lockers crotch first.

Killian cried out in pain as his huge, throbbing erection on his big, meaty, swollen balls crashed into the hard metal locker doors.

With a loud creak, one of the doors opened.

Dustin looked at Coach. They were thinking the same thing.

Dustin pinned Killian’s arm behind his back, pushing him forwards, his crotch sticking out, and Coach slammed the locker door shut on Killian’s manhood.

Killian let out a deep, anguished howl as his balls were flattened.

Coach opened the door and slammed it shut again, opened it and slammed it shut, repeatedly squashing Killian’s meaty organs until Killian’s howls had turned into hoarse groans.

All three of them were panting heavily.

“Okay, Dustin, pin his arms behind his back”, Coach said, getting down on one knee.

Dustin did as he was told.

Coach cracked his knuckles. “This”, he said slowly, “has all just been build-up.”

Killian’s eyes widened. “Aw, fuck, Coach, for what?” he asked, unable to help his bucking hips and enormous, gargantuan erection.

“For this, son”, Coach said, grabbing both of Killian’s huge, massive balls with both of his hands and proceeding to brutally crush them in his iron grip as hard as he could.

Dustin looked down at Killian’s crotch, watching his buddy’s balls get squished by Coach’s huge hands. His big, hard dick was pressing against Killian’s thighs.

Coach squeezed as hard as he could, pressing his fingertip in the very core of Killian’s huge, cum-filled balls, kneading and compressing the two soft orbs.

Coach shifted his weight, causing his own huge erection to slip out of his gym shorts, leaking precum like a broken faucet.

Killian’s breathing quickened, his face contorting in pain, as Coach squeezed and squeezed as hard as he could, until finally, with a loud, guttural roar, Killian eyes crossed and his jaw dropped, drool running out the corners of his mouth.

Dustin and Coach looked up at Killian.

There was a brief, very brief moment of silence before Killian’s world exploded.

The young man let out an animalistic howl as he experienced the very first orgasm of his entire life.

Killian’s body bucked and his legs trembled as his dick let go of a lifetime’s worth of spunk. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy jizz shot into his singlet, bursting through the thin fabric and covering Coach in a gooey, sticky layer of salty cream.

Dustin was barely able to hold his friend steady as his swollen, bloated, battered balls pumped what seemed like gallons of spunk out into the open.

The heavy, wet sounds of Killian's spunk splattering on the tile floor echoed in the locker room.

Finally, Dustin let go of Killian’s hands, allowing Killian to drop to one knee while his dick continued splattering jet after jet of creamy spunk onto the floor.

Coach got up and looked at Dustin.

Dustin looked back at him.

Without a word, they started jacking their huge dicks, aiming them at Killian whose dick was still shooting cum as if it was drawing it from a bottomless well.

Dustin gritted his teeth, punching his own balls while jerking his dick.

Coach had a death grip on his left nut, squeezing the life out of it, while stroking his huge, meaty erection feverishly.

With simultaneous groans, Coach and Dustin showered Killian with their spunk. Like fire hoses, their dicks let go of their thick, creamy load, coating Killian’s face and his glistening body in cum.

Killian threw his head back, gasping for breath, his face covered in jizz, while his own mind-boggling orgasm finally came to an end.

The three guys were panting heavily, trying to catch their breath.

“Okay, son”, Coach said hoarsely, slapping Dustin’s muscular ass. “Back to practice.”

Dustin nodded and leisurely stuffed his still rock-hard, dripping dick back into his singlet before sauntering out of the locker room. He opened the door to the gym, grinning when he spotted Kyle taking two of his team mates dicks in his hole like a champ.

The door slammed shut behind Dustin.

Coach reached into one of the lockers and rummaged around until he found a package of cigarettes hidden in a bag. He lit it and closed his eyes, smirking as he pulled in a drag.

Killian stared up at him. His eyes were filled with a wild mixture of pain and pleasure, pain and gratitude, pain and lust.

Coach chuckled and dropped his cigarette.

It landed on the jizz-covered floor and went out with a loud sizzle.

“Okay, son”, Coach said, making his way towards his office, his fat, wet dick smacking against his thigh. “Ready when you are.” He opened the door to his office. “For round two.”

Killian slowly got up and looked at his huge, fat, meaty boner that was still stretching the cum-drenched fabric of his singlet. He bit his lower lip and followed Coach into his office before shutting the door behind him.


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Friday, October 24, 2014

Fun and games: Don’t lose your load!

Thanks to an anonymous reader for the plot idea.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“I hope you don’t have any action planned for the weekend”, Kev grinned. The handsome 20 year old jock was shirtless and barefoot, wearing just a pair of tight jeans that accentuated his ass and the big package in his crotch.

Zach shifted uncomfortable. The muscular stud was as old as Kev, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was stark naked, his huge, semi-hard dick and his oversized, low-hanging nuts swinging between his thighs.

Zach’s reaction seemed to amuse Kev. “Oh no, don’t tell me you have a date!” he burst out laughing. “Oh man, by now you should know that you’ll walk out of here with a pair of empty nuts.”

Zach blinked. “Maybe we’ll win”, he said weakly.

Kev chuckled. “Maybe you will. But your balls will be sore and bruised no matter if you win or lose.”

Zach sighed. “You’re probably right”, he mumbled.

“Hey”, Kev said cheerfully, “maybe I should take over.” He grabbed his fat package and winked at Zach. “My cock may not be as big as yours, but I’m sure the chick won’t mind.”

Zach stared at him.

“Maybe we’ll let you watch while you are trying to nurse your wounds”, Kev chuckled. He patted Zach’s shoulder and walked over to his friend Ben.

“You did what I told you?” Kev asked.

Ben had just finished taking off his clothes. The black-haired stud looked at Kev and grinned. “Sure”, he said. He put his hands on his hips, proudly showing off his massive, limp dick and the pendulous sack of balls dangling below.

Kev chuckled and grabbed Ben’s naked junk, giving his balls a playful squeeze. “Yup, they’re ready”, Kev mused.

The two buddies burst out laughing.

In the meantime, 18 year old Logan had walked over to Zach. The blond high school wrestler was the youngest in the group. Like Kev, he was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He looked at Zach and smiled encouragingly. “This is going to be fun”, he said.

Zach grimaced. “Yeah, for you…”

I clapped my hands. “Alright, guys, we’re ready to start. Here are the handcuffs. Why don’t you apply them to your teammates?” I gave one pair to Kev, the other one to Logan.

While Kev was applying the cuffs to Ben and Logan did the same thing to Zach, I explained the rules. “We’re gonna play ‘Don’t lose your load!’ The object of the game is pretty simple: Kev, you try to force a load out of Zach; Logan, you try to make Ben cum. The first one to spill his spunk is the loser.”

Zach grimaced in anticipation while Ben was looking confident and cocky.

“Of course”, I continued, looking at Logan and Kev, “the dicks are off limits. You gotta work those balls over to get your prize…”

Logan and Kev nodded.

“Alright”, I said, “have fun!”

Logan and Kev looked at each other and grinned.

“May the best man win”, Logan winked at Kev and chuckled.

Kev laughed. “Well, I think we came well prepared…”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

Kev chuckled. “Well, I expected something like this, so I told Ben last week to jerk off a couple of times a day.” His grin widened. “Good luck busting a load out of his balls…”

Ben cleared his throat. “Ummm… There might have been a little misunderstanding”, he mumbled, blushing.

Kev looked at him.

Ben’s head turned purple. “I thought you told me not to jerk off for a couple of days.”

Kev stared at him. “What?!”

Logan grinned at Ben. “So your balls are nice and full?”

“To the brim”, Ben muttered.

Kev shook his head. “I can’t believe you got it wrong!”

Ben looked at the floor.

“Now look at that!” Kev pointed at the Ben’s dick that had gone from limp to rock hard during their conversation. “We’re dead, man.”

Ben mumbled something unintelligible.

Logan grinned and rubbed his hands. “Well, may the best man win”, he chuckled, taking his position in front of Ben.

Kev sighed and walked over to Zach. He looked at the two huge, fat babymakers below Zach’s monster schlong and cracked his knuckles. “Okay, let’s crunch a load out of those suckers…”

Zach gulped.

“Ready, steady, go!” I shouted.

Immediately, both Logan and Kev started to work on their respective targets.

Logan dropped to his knees and grabbed Ben’s bulging sack with both of his hands.

Ben’s hard dick was rock hard as Logan’s fingers closed around the two fat orbs, their fingertips digging into the soft flesh of Ben’s tender testicles.

Kev tried in vain to find a way to grab Zach’s nuts without touching his dick. Zach’s huge, semi-hard dong was hanging limply in front of his sack, making it virtually impossible for Kev to reach Zach’s nuts without breaking the rules.

“Fuck”, Kev muttered. He looked up at Zach. “Get that fucking monster out of the way.”

“Huh”, Zach grinned, “looks like you got a problem…”

A shrill scream from Ben made Kev’s head turn. He grimaced in sympathy as he saw Logan crunch his friend’s nuts with his bare hands. Logan had both of Ben’s nuts in a vise-like grip, making the poor stud scream from the top of his lungs as he wrung his poor testicles like a wet towel.

With an alarmed expression on his face, Kev turned towards Zach’s junk again.

The problem hadn’t gone away: Zach’s majestic dick was protecting his precious jewels from Kev.

Zach looked down at Kev with a satisfied grin. “You know, it’s kinda funny – you’ve been making jokes about my dick for ages. And now it’s the reason why you’re going to lose this game…”

Kev bit his lower lip. Suddenly his face brightened. “Not so fast”, he chuckled.

He looked up and gave Zach a thumbs-up gesture.

Zach looked puzzled.

With a mean grin, he reached between Zach’s legs and rammed his thumb up between Zach’s ass cheeks in one swift motion.

Zach’s eyes grew wide and his mouth formed a surprised “O” as his hole was suddenly invaded by Kev.

Much to Kev’s satisfaction, Zach’s dick visibly fattened. After a little strategic wiggling, Zach’s huge cock was pointing to the ceiling within seconds, giving Kev a direct shot at his dangling plums.

“There you go”, Kev chuckled and withdrew his thumb with an audible “Plop”.

A blissful expression appeared on Zach’s face – but it was short-lived.

Kev balled his fist and threw a mean uppercut into Zach’s crotch, changing Zach’s facial expression dramatically once again. Kev’s knuckles connected perfectly with Zach’s dangling meatballs, ramming them into his body and making Zach look like he was about to throw up as he let out a dry cough.

With his hands tied behind his back, Zach had no way of defending his most prized possessions as Kev threw punch after testicle-shattering punch into Zach’s poor babymakers.

The room was filled with high-pitched wails and agonized screams as Logan continued squeezing Ben’s nuts while Kev was using Zach’s balls as a speedbag.

It didn’t take long before both Ben’s and Zach’s massive boners were dripping with precum.

Logan let go of Ben’s balls and got up.

Ben’s handsome face was crunched up in a pained grimace and his body was wet with sweat.

“Come on, spread your legs”, Logan smiled. “Let me kick that load out of your nuts…”

Ben looked miserable.

Kev glanced sideways without stopping the assault on Zach’s testicles.

With all the force he could muster, Logan kicked Ben in the groin. His instep collided with Ben’s hefty, cum-filled balls, ramming them into his body and lifting him off the ground of a second. Ben’s cock twitched and Ben let out an ear-piercing scream.

Kev stopped to observe his opponent’s technique, giving Zach a brief moment to catch his breath.

The second kick to Ben’s tender testicles was just as hard as the first one. Ben screamed from the top of his lungs as Logan’s foot connected with his beanbag, flattening the two swollen meatballs like pancakes.

A grin appeared on Kev’s face.

Zach’s face was contorted in pain as he watched Kev get up and walk behind him.

“Oh no”, Zach whispered in a toneless voice before Kev’s foot slammed his huge, delicate eggs into his body with a well-placed kick from behind.

The sound of bare feet kicking bare balls echoed through the room, mixing with Ben’s and Zach’s screams.

Their cocks were rock-hard, the tips dripping wet with precum.

“We’re close!” Logan announced happily, throwing another devastating kick between Ben’s legs that flattened his balls and made Ben gag and retch.

“We’re closer, right Zach?” Kev replied with a laugh as he kicked Zach’s fat babymakers as hard as he could, eliciting a remarkably high-pitched scream from Zach.

Both Ben’s and Zach’s dicks were twitching and throbbing.

“Right, Zach?” Kev repeated before crunching Zach’s supersized gonads once more.

Apparently, Zach was too busy screaming and wailing to voice his opinion. His eyes were clenched shut, his mouth wide open as he yodeled like an overly motivated school-girl at the talent portion of the Little Miss Switzerland pageant.

Zach’s mammoth dick was twitching violently and a huge grin appeared on Kev’s face.

Logan watched Zach with growing concern. A few more kicks and the room would be flooded with Zach’s semen. He quickly dropped to his knees and positioned his head below Ben’s nuts.

Ben was screaming in pain, his nuts swollen and bruised, his cock dripping with precum.

Without further ado, Logan opened his mouth wide and closed it around Ben’s hefty gonads. His mouth was filled with the meaty orbs, Ben’s dripping dick hovering above his forehead.

The wet, warm sensation on his nuts caused Ben to sigh in relief.

Logan made sure that this feeling didn’t last. He immediately sank his teeth into the soft, tender flesh of Ben’s testicles, chewing down on Ben’s swollen nuts with all his might.

Ben froze. His eyes crossed and his jaw dropped, turning his face into a pitiful, bizarre grimace.

Kev stopped kicking Zach’s balls, and raised his hands. “Hey! What the fuck is he doing?!” he shouted. Apparently misinterpreting the situation his buddy was in, he looked at me and protested, “He’s giving him a balljob! That’s against the rules!”

Logan continued chewing Ben’s balls, making him groan and moan as his eyes crossed further and further.

“Hey!” Kev shouted, “stop sucking his balls! You’re supposed to bust that load out of his nuts!” He looked at me, gesticulating wildly. “Do something, man, that’s against the rules…”

Logan was grinding his teeth, crunching Ben’s nuts between his jaws. Ben’s dick started twitching violently.

“Erm, I don’t think Logan is sucking Ben’s balls”, I said slowly.

“No?” Kev raised his eyebrows.

I winced. “Look at his eyes.”

Kev walked up to his friend and stood in front of him while Logan was squishing and squashing Ben’s fat balls with his strong teeth.

Ben’s crossed eyes were teary and red, with a tormented, haunted expression.

The sounds that came from Logan gnawing at Ben’s nuts reminded me of a dog working on a bone.

Kev burst out laughing. “Ew, you’re right, that’s definitely not---“

Suddenly, Ben’s cock erupted with a huge spurt of semen that splattered against Kev’s abs.

Kev stared down and watched jet after jet of creamy spunk splosh against his body before running down and soaking the waistband of his jeans.

“Fuck”, he sighed.

Ben was screaming from the top of his lungs as his abused babymakers pumped a week’s worth of pent-up jizz against his friend’s muscular body.

Logan let Ben’s nuts out of his mouth and watched the spectacle from his position on the floor, grinning happily at result of his work.

Ben’s bruised, red balls were contracting wildly, shooting load after load of hot, salty cum against Kev who looked at him with an annoyed expression on his face.

Finally, Ben’s orgasm ended, and he stopped screaming and collapsed on the floor, curling up in a ball.

Logan got up and grinned at Kev. “Looks like we won”, he chuckled.

“Congratulations”, Kev shrugged and walked into the kitchen, leaving a slimy trail of Ben’s cum behind him as he walked past Zach.

Logan turned to his team-mate.

Zach was standing doubled over, his hands on his knees, his bruised balls dangling between his thighs. His dick was still rock-hard and dripping with precum.

“Wow”, Logan chuckled. “I guess we were lucky. Looks like one more kick and we would have lost.”

Zach looked up at him with a pained expression on his face. “My nuts”, he said in a strained voice.

Logan grinned. “Look at the bright side. At least you still got your load. Maybe you won’t have to cancel your date after all.”

Zach let out a groan.

“Want a beer?” Logan said.

Zach nodded.

“I’ll get you one from the kitchen”, Logan said and walked past Zach.

I saw the slimy trail of cum that had dripped down from Kev’s body. “Careful, the floor is---“

It was too late. Logan stepped into a large puddle of jizz, slipped, and landed on the floor with a loud yelp. In a comical – or tragic, depending on your position – turn of events, Logan’s leg went up as his body went down, his bare foot flying up between Zach’s thighs and connecting with his huge, bulging balls, ramming them into his pelvis.

Zach’s cheeks puffed and he let out a gurgling groan as his nuts were flattened like pancakes.

“---wet”, I mumbled.

At the same moment, Zach’s huge, fat dick started spurting like a fire hose. It was like a dam had broken. Zach’s ridiculously big dick was twitching and jerking as he flooded the floor with his pent-up sperm. Spurt after spurt of Zach’s precious juice landed on the ground with loud, wet splashes.

“Oops”, Logan said with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

Zach was looking down at his junk, his eyes open wide in disbelief. “No!” he yelled, but his bruised babymakers ignored him, happily pumping all that pent-up sperm out into the open.

It seemed that Zach’s orgasm lasted for an eternity. Kev returned from the kitchen and handed Logan a beer.

“Wow”, Kev mumbled.

“Yeah”, Logan replied.

The two handsome guys raised their glasses and took a sip from their bottles, watching Zach’s dick coat the wooden floor with a wet, sticky layer of spunk.

Finally, it was over.

“Oh no”, Zach whispered as he watched the mess on the floor.

Logan cleared his throat. “I guess you’ll have to cancel your date…”

Kev burst out laughing as Zach shot Logan an angry look.


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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Video links: Game show ballbusting - Brazil (updated)

Original date: 10/21/2014

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...

Update 10/23/2014:

More on Amor e sexo:

Here is a direct link to a compilation of the interesting parts - without commercials and without the boring stuff in between and including the third "egg walk" that I totally forgot! - provided by the author of HotMaleScenes and Brincadeiras de Homens. Thank you very much for that!

And Brazilian reader Lucas sent me an email providing some context:

Apparently, this part of the show is a game where the couples gets a question and answer by raising one of the signs. If their answers differ, the guy (first TV actors Otaviano Costa, then his colleague José Loreto) does whatever the drawing on the back of his wife's sign says. In this case, it's what is referred to as "to walk on eggs", a Portuguese metaphor similar to the English "to walk on eggshells".

Unfortunately the subject of the show was PMS (of all things!) and most of the dialogue is dealing with that. There appears to be only one brief moment of interest: After the José Loreto (the second guy) has stepped on the guys' balls, the host asks them if it hurt. And every one of them answers "Yes".

Thank you very much for your help, Lucas! I really appreciate it!

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.


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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.