Friday, July 29, 2016

Special Guest Star: Justin Bieber - Rage

Thanks to everybody who submitted their suggestions! It seems like most of you really want to see Justin Bieber get broken, so here we go. This story (especially the second part that’s coming soon) is darker and more brutal than most of my stories. You have been warned.

For the record: I respect Mr. Bieber and his work very much, and I’m sure he is nothing like the fictional version of him that you are about to meet in this story...



Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

It was like a dream come true. When Gio had applied for the position as Justin Bieber’s personal assistant, he hadn’t thought that there was a real chance for him to get it. After finishing high school, Gio had worked odd jobs at his uncle’s waste management facility and in the kitchen of his father’s restaurant. His family thought of him as a drifter, far from capable of running the family business. It came as a surprise to his parents when Gio announced he’d work for Justin Bieber, the award-winning singer and famously moody celebrity.

Gio’s girlfriend had shared Gio’s excitement, and the handsome young man fondly remembered the celebratory hand job he had received on the night that he got the phone call. They had been dating for more than a year, but their Catholic upbringing prevented them from doing anything other than pleasuring each other with their hands and mouths. There was a fine line separating innocent fun from punishable sin, and the young couple made sure neither to commit the sin of masturbation nor to engage in forbidden pre-marital intercourse. To their knowledge, the bible said nothing about handjobs or blowjobs, though, which was fine by them. Next spring, they were going to marry, and they were both looking forward to their wedding night…

Every morning, the 20 year old hunk woke up with a boner, a giant erection that ached for relieve. But Gio managed not to touch it. Instead, he took a shower, had breakfast with his mother, and headed to work at Justin Bieber’s luxurious mansion.

Unfortunately, the job was far less glamorous than Gio had imagined. The title “personal assistant” was a bit misleading. “Slave” was more accurate. Gio spent his days running errands for the spoiled superstar and enduring his frequent temper tandrums.

Today was a good day.

The singer was in a good mood.

He was lying on the luxurious sofa in one of the supersized living rooms, watching a collection of his own music videos, surrounded by his entourage, a group of boring brown nosers who thought Justin Bieber was the Word Incarnate.

Gio was going through his boss’s fan mail when he heard his boss yell for him.

“Greaseball!” 

Gio got up and hurried into the living room.

“Sir?” Gio smiled at his boss.

The singer was shirtless, his muscular upper body covered in tattoos. He was wearing loose sweat pants and a very expensive pair of designer sneakers that Gio had bought for him on a family trip to Milan.

“What took you so long?” Justin said, an annoyed expression on his boyish face.

“I---“

“I call your name and you come straight away, capisce?” Justin interrupted him, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

His buddies chuckled.

Gio nodded. “I’m sorry, sir. Won’t happen again.”

Justin nodded absentmindedly.

Gio waited. “Is there anything I can do for you, sir?”

Justin turned his head and stared at Gio. “Go.”

Gio cleared his throat. “Sir?”

“You’re still here”, Justin sighed. “I told you to go and you’re still here.”

Gio nodded and turned to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Justin said sharply, grabbing a glass from the table and throwing it at his assistant.

It missed Gio by a couple of feet and shattered on the ground.

Gio stopped dead in his tracks and turned around again. “You… You told me to go.” He cleared his throat. “Sir.”

“But you didn’t, did you?” Justin said.

“Well, I---“ Gio scratched his head. “No.”

Justin’s buddies chuckled.

“Well, I--- No”, Justin aped Gio’s voice. “Well, I--- No. Well, I--- No. Well, I--- No.” He grinned at Gio. “What is that? Italian?”

His friends burst out laughing.

Gio cleared his throat.

Justin turned his attention to the TV screen again. “Now go.”

Gio rushed out of the room, only to be called back in again a couple of minutes later.

“Greaseball!”

Everybody in the room was looking at him.

“Say”, Justin said, running his hand over his six pack abs. “Which nut is you favorite?”

Gio blinked. “Pardon?”

Justin rolled his eyes. “Which ballini is your favorite?” He turned to his friends. “It’s a simple question, isn’t it?”

Naturally, Justin’s friends agreed with him.

“The left one, I guess”, Gio shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t like the look on his boss’s face.

All the guys in the room erupted in laughter.

“What did I tell you?” Justin yelled triumphantly. “Nobody ever says ‘the right one’! Everybody likes lefty best!”

Gio blushed. “May I go, sir?”

Justin got up and walked towards him, slowly shaking his head.

The rest of the guys were smirking at Gio.

Gio bit his lower lip.

“Take your pants off”, Justin said.

“What?” Gio’s eyes widened.

“You heard me”, Justin grinned.

Gio swallowed hard. “Sir?”

Justin looked at him, a mean grin on his face.

Gio cleared his throat and unbuckled his belt. His pants dropped to the floor, exposing his tighty whities.

The crowd cheered and wolf-whistled.

“Those, too”, Justin said, pointing at Gio’s underwear. “Show us your favorite nut. Let us see what’s so special about it.”

His face turning crimson, Gio pulled down his underwear.

There was a moment of silence.

Then the room erupted in laughter.

“Nice pair of meatballs”, Justin sneered.

Indeed, Gio had a nice, big pair of hefty plums dangling low in his roomy sack. What was even more impressive, though, was his dick, a long, fat monster of a cock with a bulbous head and a thick shaft. When soft, it was big. When hard, it was huge.

Gio looked down and stared at the throbbing head of his raging erection.

“Al dente”, Justin mused, much to the joy of his buddies who burst out laughing.

With a mean grin, Justin reached between Gio’s thighs and grabbed his meaty left nut, squeezing the fat orb flat between his fingers.

Gio let out a miserable groan.

“That’s a nice nut”, Justin chuckled, pressing his thumb into the dense flesh of Gio’s precious testicle. “A big nut.” He let out a laugh. “Maybe we should change your nickname from ‘greaseball’ to ‘meatballs’. What do you think, amigo?”

Gio let out a miserable whimper as Justin’s buddies roared with laughter.

“Hey, I asked you something”, Justin barked, squishing Gio’s nut between his fingers.

Gio let out a high-pitched scream.

“Hey, Meatballs, you got a nice voice”, Justin mocked Gio as he squeezed the life out of his poor, rapidly swelling nut. “Ever thought about doing backing vocals?”

Justin twisted Gio’s fat testicle and squeezed hard, causing Gio’s eyes to fill with tears as he screamed from the top of his lungs.

Despite the pain in his favorite nut, Gio’s dick was throbbing and twitching violently.

Justin let go of Gio’s nuts and took a step back before ramming his knee into Gio’s crotch, crushing both of his nuts flat and squashing them against his body.

Gio let out an anguished wail.

Without warning, he shot his load.

A huge, creamy jet of spunk splattered into Justin’s world-famous face, causing the superstar to gasp in horror. Spurt after spurt of Gio’s precious semen sputtered out of his dick, coating his boss’s muscular chest with salty splashes of spunk that dripped down onto Justin’s designer sneakers.

“What the fuck?!” Justin yelled, his cum-covered face contorting into an furious grimace.

“I’m… I’m sorry”, Gio croaked. He was just as shocked as his boss. He hadn’t fooled around with his girlfriend for more than three weeks. Apparently all that pent-up cum needed to get out.

“What the fuck?!” Justin repeated, cum dripping from his chin.

Gio was panting heavily, his body rocked by a painful mixture of mind-numbing agony and orgasmic joy.

His heavy, slightly swollen balls were pulled up in his sack, pumping batch after spunky batch of jizz out into the open.

Justin wiped his face with the back of his hand, tasting his assistant’s salty semen on his tongue.

“You’re gonna pay for that”, Justin growled, bringing his leg back and kicking Gio’s busy balls as hard as he could. His semen-stained sneaker connected with Gio’s tender testicles, making Gio scream in agony as he collapsed on the ground.

Justin nodded at his bodyguards who rushed to help him, holding Gio and spreading his legs apart.

Justin lifted his foot and stomped down on Gio’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

Gio’s eyes widened and he let out a gurgling cough.

Again and again, Justin brought his foot down on Gio’s manhood, mercilessly stomping on his spent nuts.

After more than a dozen stomps, Gio’s left nut gave up. There was a certain irony in the fact that his favorite nut went first. And it went quickly. Weakened by countless stomps, disfigured and pounded out of shape like a batch of pizza dough, it just splotched out of existence.

Nobody noticed that it was gone at first, Justin was in a feverish rage, stomping away at Gio’s mushy, spongy manhood. The bodyguards that were holding Gio down were too busy laughing at the funny noises coming out of Gio’s mouth.

And poor Gio had almost passed out by the time that his left nut was turned into meat sauce. He was mewling incoherently, whimpering and moaning as his manhood was destroyed by one of the most famous singers of the world.

Gio’s right nut almost survived. It was far more resilient than its departed brother. No matter how hard it was hit, it bumped back into shape, swelling rapidly but showing an unusual survival instinct.

When Justin stopped the assault of Gio’s manhood, the unconscious young man’s genitals were a mess. His nutsack, with his last testicle swimming in the pureed remains of its deceased companion, was swollen ridiculously, and his beautiful dick was severely bruised and battered.

Justin was panting heavily. He ran his hand through his sweaty hair.

He leaned down and squinted at Gio’s crotch. He grabbed it with his hand and chuckled as Gio’s liquefied left nut sloshed around inside. “Looks like you lost a nut”, he grinned into the unconscious young man’s face. “Well, at least you got one left…”

Justin chuckled and gave Gio’s last nut a hard squeeze.

Unfortunately, that was enough to wipe out Gio’s last chance at producing any offspring.

With a pitiful ‘squick’, Gio’s brave right nut collapsed inside his sack.

“Not”, Justin dead-panned.

The superstar singer wiped his forehead, removing the last remnant of Gio’s virility off his face, a dried drop from his final load of sperm.

Justin and his buddies roared with laughter.


***

A couple weeks later, Gio was back.

The doctors hadn’t been able to save his nuts. Now he was walking around with an empty bag of skin below his fat, floppy, totally useless cock.

“Meatballs!” Justin greeted Gio, a mean smile on his face.

Gio looked at his feet.

Justin chuckled. “Oh, yeah, right. No meatballs anymore.” He laughed. “No meatballs and a limp macaroni.” He chuckled.

Gio looked Justin in the eyes.

He didn’t say a word.

Justin’s eyes widened when he saw four big, muscular men behind Gio.

He turned to run.

To be continued

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Snapshot: The farmer's sons


This is the third part of a loose series of short stories inspired by pictures that I found on the web. They don't necessarily feature any of the regular characters. If you have an inspiring picture let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org).

Previous parts:
The loser


"I think he's learned his lesson, dad", Joey said, grimacing in sympathy.

His father shook his head. "Give me the cattle prod, son."

Joey looked down at his twin brother. Poor Hank. "His nuts are fried already, dad", Joey said. "He's not gonna make any babies anytime soon."

"He better not", his father said, grabbing the cattle prod. He jabbed the business end of the prod into Hank's nutsack, sending jolts of elictricity through Hank's sensitive organs.

Joey cringed in sympathy, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the noises his brother made. He sounded like one of the animals, like one of the pigs in the stables.

He wondered if he had made the same sounds back when his father had taught him not to fool around with the girls in the village. Probably. He didn't remember. He'd have to ask Hank later.

Hank's body was buckling as sparks were flying from his testicles. He screamed into his gag, shrill, high-pitched squeals.

Mr. Brown threw the cattle prod away and grabbed his son's nutsack, squeezing his boiling hot balls.

Hank grunted in pain.

"I thought you were better than your brother", Mr. Brown bellowed. "I thought you knew better than to think with your fucking cock. Now you're doing the same fucking shit."

Hank let out a pitiful whimper.

"One more time, son, and I'm swear I'm gonna cut them off", his father barked. "Got it?"

Mr. Brown let go of his son's nuts and took a step back. He raised his boot and stomped down on Hank's tender testicles.

Hank screamed into the gag.

"Your brother has learned his lesson", Mr. Brown grunted, grinding Hank's nuts under his boot as if he was twisting out a cigarette. "I hope you do, too."

Hank's voice cracked.

"I think he got it", Joey said, lighting a cigarette.

"Yeah, I hope so", Mr. Brown grunted. He kicked his son's nuts one more time for good measure.

Joey grimaced as his brother let out a gurgling shriek.

Mr. Brown stormed away.

Joey looked down at his brother. Poor Hank.

He knelt down next to him and took the gag out of his brother's mouth.

"Thanks, bro", Joey said. "I owe you."

"He would have cut your nuts off if he had known the truth", Hank croaked.

Joey chuckled. "Yeah, probably."

After Joey had untied his brother he lit another cigarette and walked towards his car.

"Going out?" Hank groaned, rubbing his sore genitals.

"Got a date", Joey grinned.

Hank grimaced. "Be careful."

"Sure", Joey chuckled and got into his car. "I've learned my lesson."

Of course he'd use his brother's name again.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Video links: XXX


A couple of weeks ago, a reader left the following comment:
A bit off-topic, but if you don't mind me asking, have you ever considered posting or collecting the links to more NSFW ballbusting videos? 
While I do really enjoy the more fun and "lighthearted" content of your video links series (as opposed to the content of most of your stories), with all guys being dressed, having fun with it, sometimes being in public and so on, I have a hard time (hehe, "hard"...) finding enjoyable ballbusting "porn" videos, especially when it comes to men vs men videos in that regard. A majority of videos on sites like ballbustingtube.com feature just female vs male ballbusting, and while I do enjoy that idea too, I prefer male vs male fantasies (which is why I've come to really like your blog). And a lot of the male vs male ballbusting videos that I can find are either so low-quality (in terms of video/recording quality) that they are not really enjoyable, or don't feature a very attractive individuals that bust or are busted. 
I would therefore appreciate if you'd consider occasionally posting some more hardcore ballbusting videos.
I guess most of us agree with the reader: Good m/m ballbusting videos of the “porn” variety are very hard to find. (Free f/m ballbusting amateur porn isn’t easy to find as well – but at least there are some pretty great websites out there that produce and sell quality f/m ballbusting porn.)

Recently, I have stumbled across some xtube videos that I really enjoyed, and I want to share them with you.

I don’t want to take too much credit for finding them, though. I’m pretty sure most of them have been posted in the scaffies.nl video links forum.

Let’s start with a series of videos created by two French blokes. What I love most about them is the playful, fun attitude. There’s a lot of laughter (from the guy who is doing the busting, at least…) and some jokes about the poor victim’s pain.

All four videos are absolutely awesome but I like the second video best: The buster pretends to be a doctor performing an examination on a patient’s testicles. As the examination goes on, the “doctor” squeezes the “patient’s” plums with his fingers, squishing and squashing them harder and harder. Absolutely fucking hot!

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Who is David? (updated)

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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 (alex@ballbustingboys.org) - 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 (www.collegedudes.com)
Update 11/05/2014:

Another reader's suggestions via email:





Update 02/22/2015:

An anonymous reader's suggestion:


Update 07/17/2016: 

Yannis' suggestion:

US actor Tyler Hoechlin
Update 07/24/2016:

Gerard's suggestion:

Russian ballet dancer Denis Rodkin
What do you think?

Friday, July 22, 2016

Ten loads (Mitch meets Logan and Ashley)

Special thanks to Mitch for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who doesn't mind girls but prefers to sleep with boys!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.



Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality and (a bit of) heterosexuality.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“That’s gonna be a hard one”, Logan mumbled, scratching his head as he stared at the muscular young man at the other end of the parking lot.

“I hope so”, Ashley giggled, winking at her boyfriend.

Logan chuckled. “Yeah, I bet you do…”

It had been a while since the young couple had had a threesome. The two 18 year olds liked to spice their sex lives up now and then. Truth be told, Ashley was the driving force behind the couple’s experiments with sex toys and role play. Logan loved her very much, and he did everything she wanted. And he had enjoyed most of what Ashley had come up with.

A couple of weeks ago, Logan had managed to convince her to invite another girl for a threesome. Ashley hadn’t been too happy about it at first. But Logan had promised her to make it up by recruiting whichever guy Ashley wanted for another threesome.

Today, Ashley had made her choice.

And now Logan had to deliver.

He looked at the young man that Ashley had chosen.

He knew him only by sight.

“What’s his name again?” Logan said.

“Mitch”, Ashley said, her voice dripping with lust.

Logan cleared his throat. “Mitch”, he repeated. He inhaled deeply. “Okay.” He ran his hand through his hair and started walking. “Okay.”

“Good luck, darling”, Ashley giggled.

“Okay”, Logan repeated as he made his way towards Mitch.

Mitch was a great-looking guy. He had a great body, just like Logan, with muscles in all the right places. He was 19 years old, and his hair was dyed purple. His right arm was covered in tattoos.

He was leaning against his car, staring at his phone, and Logan couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in his jeans.

It looked like the guy was hung like a horse. No wonder Ashley wanted him.

“Hey there”, Logan said with a confident grin. “Mitch, right?”

Mitch looked up, his light blue eyes sizing Logan up. “Right”, he said.

“I’m Logan”, Logan said, putting his hands into his pockets. “How are you?”

Mitch had an amused expression on his face.

***

At the other end of the parking lot, Ashley was watching her boyfriend hitting on the most coveted man in town.

The size of Mitch’s dick was legendary. It was the talk of the town, and every girl in Ashley’s cheerleading squad wanted to take a ride on that beast – but the only person who had ever managed to saddle up was the towelboy.

Ashley felt a tingling between her thighs as she watched Logan and Mitch talk for what seemed like an eternity.

It was difficult for Ashley to read their body language. One moment she thought Mitch was rejecting Logan, the next moment they were obviously flirting and laughing.

Suddenly, Ashley’s heart jumped a beat.

Mitch got into his car.

Was that it?

No.

He got out of his car again and motioned for Logan to follow him.

Logan looked around, hesitating for a brief moment, before following Mitch into the bushes.

Ashley felt something tighten inside her chest.

She looked at her watch.

A minute later, the two young men came back.

Mitch drove off in his car as Logan walked back to his girlfriend.

Ashley looked at him expectantly. “Well?”

Logan grinned at her. “It wasn’t easy.”

Ashley’s face broke into a wide smile. “Oh, Logan, I love you!”

Logan laughed. “Well, I had to make a bet.”

Ashley raised her eyebrows.

Logan took her hand and brought it to the bulge in his jeans.

Ashley bit her lower lip. “Is that…”

“A chastity device”, Logan nodded. “One week.”

“Oh, Logan”, Ashley gave Logan’s package a sympathetic squeeze.

Logan cleared his throat. “If I can blow ten loads after a week of chastity, Mitch will join in on the fun. If I fail, he gets to, well, empty himself in me.”

Ashley looked at her boyfriend. “And you agreed?”

Logan grinned weakly. “I’d do everything for you, babe.”

“Ten loads”, Ashley said slowly. “That’s a lot.”

Logan grimaced. “You’ll have to keep me horned up, I guess.”

Ashley giggled. “Oh yeah”, she whispered, opening the top button of Logan’s jeans. “We’ll make sure your balls are brimming with spunk.” She slipped her hand down Logan’s jeans and wrapped her fingers around Logan’s nuts, squeezing hard.

Logan coughed. “Great”, he said in a toneless voice. “Awesome.”

“I love you”, Ashley purred, rolling Logan’s balls between her fingers.

“Love you, too”, Logan replied in a strained voice.

They kissed passionately.

They were interrupted by a car horn and looked up just in time to see Mitch stop his car right next to them.

“See you next week!” he smiled.

Ashley giggled, her hand cupping Logan’s balls. “See you next week!”

***

Over the course of the following days, Ashley did everything in her power to drive up Logan’s sperm production. With his dick firmly locked in Mitch’s chastity device, Logan feared his balls were running out of store room for all the cum that was boiling inside them.

Instead of watching their favorite TV shows, they cuddled up on the sofa every evening and watched porn. After that, Ashley made Logan pleasure her with his tongue before making him watch her bring herself to orgasm with one of her various dildos. She used some of them on Logan’s hole as well, massaging his prostate and causing his balls to swell like balloons.

By the end of the week, Logan was sure that his balls were filled with at least twenty copious loads.

***

“This is going to be so much fun”, Ashley giggled, looking at her watch.

Mitch was going to be here any minute.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard”, Logan mumbled, fumbling with his locked cock.

He was sitting on Ashley’s bed, bare-naked, next to his girlfriend who was wearing a short black dress and nylon stockings.

“For the double penetration”, Ashley said with a smile. “Which hole do you want?”

Logan thought for a moment. “Why don’t we take turns?”

Ashley giggled and ran her toes over Logan’s locked cock. “Can’t wait…”

Logan moaned. “Me neither…”

The door bell rang and Ashley rushed to the door.

Logan heard Mitch and Ashley talk and laugh as they walked up the stairs.

The door opened and Mitch looked at Logan, a bright smile on his face.

“How are you, buddy?” Mitch grinned.

“Horny”, Logan answered with a weak grin.

“Guess what”, Mitch chuckled, taking off his jeans and his t-shirt. “Me, too.” With that, he pulled down his underwear, revealing a huge pair of low-hanging balls and his big, fat cock that was locked in a device very similar – if a bit bigger – than Logan’s. “I locked myself up as well”, he explained with a grin. “Solidarity and all.”

Ashley stared at Mitch’s crotch. Even in his locked-up state it was obvious that he had a huge cock. There was a tiny, cheeky arrow just above his dick that made Ashley giggle.

Mitch produced two keys. He unlocked himself first, and his massive dick immediately sprung to attention. It was a thing of beauty. Long and thick, fat and throbbing.

Logan cleared his throat.

“Wow”, Ashley whispered in admiration. She had dreamed about Mitch’s cock – but it was even more beautiful than she had imagined.

Mitch enjoyed the attention his dick was getting. He loved the expression on Logan’s face, that familiar mixture of envy, fear and adulation. He didn’t care that much about Ashley’s reaction, but it was always nice to see genuine excitement over the size of his dick.

“Ten loads”, Mitch grinned at Logan. “You think you’re up for it?”

Logan nodded quickly. “Sure”, he said hoarsely. “Bring it on.”

Mitch chuckled, dangling the key in front of Logan’s nose. “You’re excited, huh? Well, nobody blames you. If you manage two shoot ten loads we’ll breed your girlfriend together.” He winked at Ashley who giggled with excitement. “If you don’t”, Mitch continued with a smile. “You’re the one who gets bred.” Mitch’s huge cock twitched.

Logan watched a drop of precum ooze out of the tip of Mitch’s dick and dropping onto the floor.

“Let’s get this over with”, Logan grunted.

Mitch laughed. “Okay, buddy.” He unlocked Logan’s cock.

Logan let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his dick with both of his hands. It was hard as a rock within seconds.

Mitch chuckled and sat down on the bed, his amazing erection pointing at the ceiling. “Stand in front of me”, he smiled at Logan. He looked around and spotted a empty glass jar sitting on a book shelf.

“Could you hand me that jar, sweetie?” he smiled at Ashley.

He turned to Logan, spat into his palm and started stroking Logan’s cock. “You got a nice dick, buddy”, he grinned before turning his attention to Logan’s swollen nuts. He grabbed them with both of his hands. “I bet these are full to the brim.” He squeezed Logan’s left nut, making Logan moan softly.

“Yeah”, Mitch chuckled, weighing Logan’s plump balls with the palm of his left hand. “Poor guy.” Out of nowhere, he slapped Logan’s nuts hard with his right hand.

Logan let out a yelp.

“Poor guy”, Mitch repeated, chuckling, before smacking Logan’s nuts once more.

Logan groaned in pain.

Another slap found Logan’s fat, cum-filled balls – and it was enough to push him over the edge.

“Whoa!” Mitch laughed as Logan’s cock erupted with a huge spurt of cum that splattered against Mitch’s arm, coating his tattoos with a creamy layer of thick spunk.

He slapped Logan’s busy balls again while pointing Logan’s dick at the jar, making the following jets of jizz splash into against the bottom.

Logan was moaning and panting heavily.

“Needed to get that out of your system, huh?” Mitch grinned when Logan’s orgasm subsided. “Load number one. Not bad. Let’s see if there are nine more loads in those huge balls of yours…”

Ashley watched, grimacing in sympathy, as Mitch coaxed load after load out of her boyfriend's rapidly swelling balls, using increasingly brutal methods. Loads number two and three were squeezed out of Logan's plump nuggets. Load number four was slapped and punched out of them. Load number five was the result of an elaborate kick and yank combination. Load number six and seven were outright kicked out of poor Logan's babymakers.

When it came to load number eight, Mitch was smashing Logan's nuts like a kick boxing champion, jerking his dick now and then while ramming Logan's love spuds into his body with hard, precise kicks.

Logan was screaming from the top of his lungs. His naked body was covered in sweat.

Ashley was biting her lower lip, watching her boyfriend suffer.

Mitch was having the time of his life, crunching poor Logan's nuts with kick after devastating kick.

Finally, Logan shot his eighth load of the day. He was panting and moaning, squirming in pain as his precious cream dripped from his cock.

"Load number eight", Mitch chuckled. "Looks like you're running out of cum..."

He was right.

Logan's nuts were all but milked dry. They were bloated and swollen and covered in bruises.

Mitch turned to Ashley. "Two more loads", he said. "Keep your fingers crossed, sweetie."

Ashley blinked.

"Oh my god", Logan groaned as Mitch lightly slapped his low-hanging nuts.

"Two more loads", Mitch chuckled. "Do you think you have it in you?"

Logan let out a moan.

Mitch grinned and grabbed Logan's nutsack, taking one meaty nut in each of his hands. Then he started twisting and yanking and squeezing Logan's poor babymakers, eliciting howls and squeals and screams of agony from the handsome 18 year old.

Logan's dick was twitching and throbbing, and after what seemed like an eternity, he shot another load.

It was a very meager load, just a dribble of watery cum, but Mitch decided to be generous. "It counts as a full load", he said with a smile. "Even if it is a bit disappointing."

"Thanks", Logan croaked.

"One more load to go", Mitch said cheerfully. ""You know, why don't you stroke that one out yourself?"

Logan groaned.

"It's your victory lap", Mitch grinned. "And after that, we're gonna fuck your girlfriend together." He glanced at Logan's spent cock and chuckled. "I'm sure you're looking forward to it..."

Ashley licked her lips. "Come on, Logan."

Her boyfriend let out a miserable moan and started stroking his dick.

Mitch leaned back and watched Logan jerk off while leisurely stroking his own meaty monster.

"Oh my god", Logan croaked, feverishly jerking his cock. His bruised and swollen balls were bumping against his thighs, causing him to grunt and groan with every stroke.

"Come on, just one more load", Ashley whispered.

Mitch chuckled. His huge cock was dripping with precum.

Finally, Logan's breathing quickened and he reached his tenth orgasm of the day.

"I'm--- I'm gonna cum", Logan whispered, his eyes clenched shut. "I'm gonna cum!"

Ashley let out a yelp of excitement.

Logan's dick twitched violently as his body was rocked by a painful orgasm.

But not a single drop of cum came out of his cock.

Logan stared down at his dick.

"Ooops", Mitch chuckled. "Looks like your nuts are empty."

Ashley had a shocked expression on her face.

"Wait", Logan groaned, shaking his dick in a desperate attempt to coax out another load.

Mitch got up, his fat, thick cock twitching at the prospect of fucking Logan's ass.

"Wait", Logan moaned desperately, grabbing his nuts and squeezing hard, trying to squeeze a drop of cum out of them. His hair was wet with sweat, his handsome face contorted in pain as he squished and squashed his own babymakers.

To no avail.

"Looks like you've come up short", Mitch grinned. "Now it's my turn to cum..."

"Wait", Logan grunted, smacking his nuts with the palm of his hand in a failed attempt at slogging out another load.

Mitch chuckled. "Bend over, buddy."

Logan let out a miserable groan.

Mitch winked at Ashley before reaching into the glass jar that was filled with Logan's cum. He applied some of it to his own dripping dick, lubing it up generously. Then he grabbed Logan's arm and threw him onto the ground. Reaching between his thighs, he grabbed Logan's drained, sore nuts and squeezed hard. He maintained the firm grip of Logan's babymakers as he lined up his huge dick with Logan's tiny ass hole.

Without warning, he shoved it in.

Logan's eyes widened and he let out an ear-piercing scream.

Mitch moaned in pleasure, squeezing Logan's nuts harder as he pressed his dick deep into Logan's hole.

"Fuck, you're tight!" Mitch grunted before he started fucking Logan's ass aggressively.

He shoved his huge, fat cock in and out of Logan's tight hole at a rapid pace, squishing Logan's nuts between his strong fingers and making Logan moan and groan in pain.

Ashley watched the man of her dreams fuck her boyfriend with a wistful expression on her face. It should have been her that Mitch was plowing instead of Logan.

"Fuck yeah", Mitch grunted as he unloaded the contents of his nutsack inside Logan, filling his insides with his cum as he crushed Logan's nuts with his strong hands.

Ashley sighed. It should have been her pussy that was being flooded with Mitch's jizz instead of Logan's hole.

Mitch smacked Logan's nuts with the palm of his hand, making Logan scream in pain. He grabbed Logan's neck and pushed him away before turning him around and shoving his dripping cock into Logan's mouth.

"Clean it up for round two", Mitch chuckled as Logan choked on Mitch's humongous cock.

Mitch's cum was dripping out of Logan's hole as he gagged on Mitch's fat, thick dick.

Ashley let out a deep sigh. It should have been her throat that was widened by Mitch's extraordinary fuck tool instead of her boyfriend's.

Mitch took a step back, withdrawing his rock-hard dick from Logan's mouth and allowing him to catch his breath for a short moment.

With a mean grin, Mitch sent his foot up between Logan's thighs, making the handsome high school wrestler scream from the top of his lungs and double over in pain.

Mitch walked around him and spread his cheeks, inspecting Logan's gaping hole. Cum was running down Logan's thighs. Mitch smacked Logan's twitching hole with the fat head of his cock before pulling Logan back towards him, sinking his fat cock to the hilt.

Logan's eyes bugged and he let out a suprised yelp as Mitch started power-fucking Logan's ravaged ass, holding on to his shoulders and making Logan gasp and groan and scream and shriek.

A couple minutes later, after what seemed like an eternity for poor Logan, Mitch flooded Logan's guts with his second load, plowing his hole some more and making his creamy seed run out of Logan's hole.

"Phew", Mitch sighed, wiping his forhead. "Not so tight anymore, but still..." His voice trailed off.

His dick was dripping with cum.

A river of cum was flowing out of Logan's hole.

Ashley bit her lower lip. What a stud.

Logan was groaning and grunting, his face contorted in pain.

Mitch grabbed his feet and turned him onto his back, his ass up in the air, his feet next to his head. Logan stared at his red, swollen nuts and his dick that was pointing straight at his face.

Mitch reached inside the glass jar, bathing his hand in Logan's jizz before fingerfucking Logan's gaping hole.

Mitch's dick was still rock hard. "Ready for round three?" Mitch grinned.

Logan stared at him through his legs. He was twisted like a pretzel.

Mitch winked at him and started piledriving his dick into Logan's hole and punched his bloated balls at the same time.

Logan's mouth opened in a silent scream.

Suddenly, Logan's dick came back to life, growing harder and harder, much to the horror of Logan and the amusement of Mitch.

"Look who's here", Mitch grinned, squeezing Logan's nuts as hard as he could.

Logan gasped, his mouth opening just in time to accommodate his growing cock. "Mgrfhgph!"

"Wow", Mitch chuckled, driving his dick in an out of Logan's hole as he threw a playful punch at Logan's testicles. "Looks like we've arrived at the talent portion of this little beauty contest..."

Logan let out a muffled grunt.

"Pretty impressive", Mitch chuckled as he pounded Logan's hole, causing Logan's dick to slip in and out of Logan's mouth.

Mitch increased the pace, fucking Logan hard and fast, occasionally smacking and slapping Logan's tender, swollen nuggets, as Logan gave himself an expert blowjob.

Suddenly, just as Mitch released his third load of the day deep inside Logan's guts, Logan came inside his own mouth, gurgling and gagging as his salty semen ran down his throat.

"Holy fuck", Mitch laughed, pulling his throbbing cock out of Logan's hole just in time to plaster Logan's left eye shut with a well-placed jet of cream. "Looks like you just shot your tenth load!"

Logan let out a miserable gurgle as he swallowed his salty load.

Mitch turned to Ashley. "Congratulations, sweetie. Looks like you get your wish after all..."

Ashley clapped her hands, jumping up immediately and stripping naked.

"Nice", Mitch chuckled as Logan curled up in a ball on the floor.

Cum was running out of his ass and his mouth, and his naked body was covered in sweat.

He brough his leg back and kicked Logan's sore nuts hard, making him scream in agony.

"Come here, sweetie", Mitch grinned and positioned Ashley on the bed right above Logan's head.

He took turns fucking Ashley's pussy and Logan's mouth before making them both lie on top of each other and pounding their asses, laughing out loud at the curiously similar noises that came from Ashley and Logan.

Finally, after filling Ashley and Logan with another load each, Mitch grabbed the half-filled glass jar and poured Logan's cold cum on their faces, making them both gasp for air as their faces were sugar-glazed in Logan's spunk.

A little later, Ashley and Logan were lying on the bed, exhausted, spent and covered in cum.

"That was awesome", Ashley whispered, kissing Logan's cheek and tasting his salty cum on her tongue.

"I dunno", Logan croaked. Mitch's cum was running out his gaping ass hole. His eyes were burning with his own cum. "Was it?"

"Oh yes, it was", Ashley giggled and grabbed Logan's spent dick and his swollen, bruised balls, squeezing gently.

Logan let out a yelp.

"And now", Ashley whispered into Logan's ear. "I want you to fuck me deep and hard."

Logan groaned. "I don't know if I---"

Ashley squeezed his balls harder.

"Okay, okay!" Logan yelled. "'ll try..."

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Video links: Nutball mania (2)


Nutball mania is sweeping the world! Young men everywhere are lobbing baseballs at each others' nuggets, firing tennis balls at each others' squishy bits, throwing random objects at each others' nutsacks! It's only a matter of time before this wonderful new sport makes its debut at the Olympics!

In the meantime, let's have a look at some of the most enthusiastic players even though they are not competing in Rio this year...

The setup of our first competition is very Olympia-like: There's an enthusiastic audience, two keen and able players, and a very public setting. It's the 2010 NSW State Cup Final of CockBall!


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Who is Kev? (updated)


Original date: 12/03/2014

A couple of weeks ago we started collecting pictures of the regular characters on this blog, or what you think they look like. We've already looked at ZachDavidLoganBenthe twins and Chad. Now I'd like you to send me pictures of popular jock Kev. Kev is 20 years old, with brown hair and brown eyes. He's a fun-loving guy, up for anything and always in the mood for some good, hard ballbusting. He loves playing nutball and Roshambo, and he's the organizer of the very popular Ballbusting Olympics. (If you want to revisit Kev's adventures you find all the stories labelled "Kev" here.)

Now, what do you think he 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 (alex@ballbustingboys.org) - if you provide me with the source I'll post them here on the blog.

Update 12/04/2014:

An anonymous reader's suggestion:

Corbin Fisher model Dave
Here's another reader's suggestion:
Olympic gymnast Max Whitlock
Here's Max Whitlock playing with an egg in a Japanese restaurant. Of course it breaks... :-))

A video posted by Max whitlock (@maxwhitlock) on



Update 12/06/2014:

Another reader's suggestion:

Actor Chris Pine
Update 12/10/2014:

Jordan's suggestions:

Actor Gregg Sulkin

Sean Cody model Jamie
Update 01/01/2015:

An anonymous reader suggests:


Model River Viiperi
Update 12/07/2015:

ABusterteen's suggestion:

Artic Monkey's Alex Turner
Update 12/08/2015:

Adam's suggestion via email:

Actor Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Aaron Taylor-Johnson again
Update 17/07/2016:

Here are some suggestions from our reader Yannis:

Zac Efron
Cody Christian
Dave Franco


What do you think?

Saturday, July 16, 2016

New poll: Are you into m/m or f/m ballbusting?


When I look at some of the ballbusting forums on the web I get the feeling that the ballbusting community (if you can call it that) is sharply divided into an f/m group and an m/m group: f/m ballbusting lovers seem to "hate" m/m ballbusting and vice versa.

That's why I'm curious: What are your ballbusting preferences? Let me know by voting in the new poll!

The poll is open until August 15th. If you are reading this post on your computer you find the poll in the right column of this blog. If you are reading this post on your mobile device you find the poll at the bottom of this page.

Thank you!

Poll results: What kind of ballbusting stories do you like?


Last month I asked you to tell me what kind of ballbusting stories you like. More than 430 people voted in the poll (thank to everyone who voted!), and here are the results:

Aggressive, one-sided humiliation   46%
Fights and combats   42%
Forced sex and torture   39%
Playful fun, bets and pranks   34%
Competitions and games   32%
Accidental mishaps   22%
"Scientific" experiments   22%
Foreplay between lovers   16%
Other   4%

The results are a bit different from 18 months ago when I last asked you the same question. The most notable changes:
- Aggressive, one-sided humiliation jumped from fifth place (36%) to first place (46%)
- Competitions and games fell from first place (43%) to fifth place (32%)
- Forced sex and torture fell from second place (43%) to third place (39%)

Thank you very much for telling me your opinion! It's very helpful to know what kind of stories you enjoy!

Friday, July 15, 2016

Pride and pain: Queen for a day


Previous part:
Balls on parade

Featured in this story: Ben (click for pictures)

When we arrived at the little stage that we had set up at a street corner, we were greeted by a crowd of young men who cheered and wolf-whistled as Parker led his half-naked companions onto the stage.

Parker grabbed a microphone and yelled at the audience, “Welcome to the Ballbustingboys.org Pride And Pain Extravaganza! Are you ready to crush some nuts?!” He tugged on the three leather leashes that led to Logan’s, Ben’s and Zach’s nutsacks, causing them to groan in unison.

The crowd went wild with cheers and applause.

“I can’t hear you!” Parker yelled. “ARE YOU READY TO CRUSH SOME NUTS?!”

The young men in the audience clapped their hands and screamed from the top of their lungs.

“Wow”, Parker grinned, turning to Logan, Ben and Zach. “Your nuts are gonna get CRUSHED today!”

“I guess that means no sex for me tonight”, Logan mused, fondling his bare nuggets with his hand.

“Well, not necessarily”, Parker grinned and smacked Logan’s ass, drawing cheers and laughter from the crowd. He turned to the audience and raised his hand. “Now, we need a volunteer. Who wants to crack a pair of nuts today?”

Parker laughed when he saw almost everybody in the crowd raise their hands and wave at him.

In the back of the crowd, a group of three glamorous drag queens was jumping up and down. They were wearing pointy high heels and tight dresses covered in sequins. Their heavily made-up faces were topped by huge wigs.

“Okay, ladies, it’s your lucky day”, Parker grinned and invited them to come up to the stage.

They made their way through the crowd, drawing wolf-whistles and thunderous applause as they sashayed up the stairs.

“Tell us your names”, Parker smiled.

“Hi, I’m Miss Busty Bombacious”, the first one said with a wide smile. She was a curvy, dark-skinned beauty with a gigantic wig of blond hair and rainbow-colored eyelashes.

Her friends were called Anita Drilling and Lori LaBouche. Anita was wearing a black beehive wig and a skintight blue dress. Lori’s hair was as fiery red as her lips.

“Okay, welcome, girls”, Parker smiled and pointed at the three studs standing behind him. “Choose one of our boys and do whatever you want to him.”

The crowd went wild with cheers and applause.

“Whatever we want, huh?” Busty smiled, running her hand over Zach’s bare chest. She pinched his nipple, making Zach let out a gasp. “You know, we were thinking that we need another girlfriend – so we’ll take one of them and turn them into a girl.”

“Wow”, Parker chuckled. “You really think you can turn one of those studs into a queen?”

Busty shrugged her shoulders. “You have no idea what a nice wig and some make-up can do. We even got a spare bikini with us!” She reached into her handbag, pulled out a skimpy piece of fabric and waved it at the crowd. “Now, let’s see – which one will look best in this?”

Anita lifted Zach’s loincloth, revealing Zach’s oversized schlong.

“Oh my god!” Lori gasped. “Cover that monster up! I’m scared to death!”

Busty leaned forward, taking a closer look at Zach’s cock. “I like ‘em big – but this one”, she said, taking a step back. “Ewww.” With that, she delivered a swift, hard kick to Zach’s nuts. The pointy tip of her high heel connected with Zach’s left nut dead on, eliciting a high-pitched wail as Zach doubled over in pain.

“He’s got the right voice”, Anita said.

“Yeah – but no”, Busty smiled.

As Zach collapsed on the ground, the girls turned to Logan, inspecting his genitals and squeezing his nuts.

“He’s hot”, Lori said, smiling at Logan.

“Thanks”, Logan grinned.

Anita was knelt down in front of Logan, lifted his loincloth and licked the tip of Logan’s dick. “And he tastes great”, she giggled.

Logan’s dick slowly sprung to life as Anita started sucking on it.

Logan bit his lower lip and let out a soft moan.

Lori and Busty looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

“Anita”, Lori said firmly. “Stop it right now. We’re looking for a girlfriend, not a boyfriend.”

Anita gave a muffled response, her mouth filled with Logan’s hard cock.

Busty sighed and slapped Anita’s head hard.

Logan let out a blood-curdling scream as Anita’s teeth dug into the tender flesh of his meaty cock.

Anita let Logan’s dick slip out of her mouth and smiled at Logan apologetically. “You got a great dick”, she smiled.

“Thanks”, Logan groaned, staring at the teeth mark on his cock.

The girls turned to Ben.

“Look at those muscles”, Busty purred, touching Ben’s biceps. “Wow!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Ben loved bragging about his muscles – but Busty’s words seemed to make him a bit uncomfortable.

He shifted his weight, a mortified expression on his face.

“He’s perfect”, Lori said, running her hand through Ben’s black hair.

“He’ll look awesome”, Busty nodded, inspecting Ben’s genitals. “Look at that dick. Not too big. Perfect.”

Ben cleared his throat. “It’s bigger when it’s hard, actually”, he mumbled. “It’s huge when it’s hard.”

“Then we’ll have to make sure it doesn’t get hard. You don’t want to be a Weiner Queen, do you?” Busty chuckled, pinching Ben’s left nipple.

Ben grimaced. “Well, I---“

He was interrupted by a snap-kick to the gonads, delivered with elegance, grace and panache by Lori.

There was a loud slap when Lori’s high-heeled foot connected with Ben’s nutsack, and it was immediately followed by a miserable groan as Ben doubled over in pain.

The crowd roared with laughter.

After Parker had taken off Ben’s leash, setting his genitals free, the three fabulous drag queens did their magic, doing their very best to transform Ben into a glamorous lady – with very mixed results.

They did a great job with the make up, painting Ben’s lips and his eyelids after applying a very generous amount of concealer, powder and rouge. In combination with the fake eyelashes and the blond pigtail wig, it was very impressive: Ben looked like Sailor Moon on acid.

It was below the neckline where the problems started. The bikini top was very small, and the big fake breasts kept falling off, so the drag queens decided to skip them altogether, turning Ben into a very flat-chested queen. The triangular pieces of fabric only covered his nipples.

But the biggest challenge was the bikini bottom: Despite his obvious discomfort, Ben’s dick was rock hard and resistant to any manipulation.

“Stupid fucking thing”, Busty grunted, squeezing Ben’s nuts with both of her hands. Her long, fake fingernails dug deep into the tender flesh of Ben’s meaty nuggets, making him scream in agony.

“A little bit harder”, Lori said with a confident nod. “A little bit harder and it will go down.”

“Well, it doesn’t”, Busty snapped, squishing Ben’s nuts as hard as she could. Suddenly, one of her fake fingernails broke and she let out an angry scream. “Look what you’ve done!” she shrieked, twisting Ben’s nutsack sharply.

“I’m sorry!” Ben wailed from the top of his lungs as the pain exploded in his brain.

“Trust me, you will be!” Busty exclaimed, punching Ben’s nuts hard.

Ben let out a gurgling groan.

“Step aside”, Anita said. She looked at Ben’s crotch. His nuts were separated by the bikini bottom’s string, with his hard dick pressed against his abs.

Ben’s lusciously painted lips parted to say something but Anita’s knee turned his words into incomprehensible gibberish as his eyes crossed and filled with tears.

His dangling balls, covered in bruises from Busty’s fingernails, were flattened against his pelvis and he screamed from the top of his lungs.

Again and again, Anita’s knee connected with poor Ben’s rapidly swelling testicles, ramming them into his body, squishing them flat, and eliciting increasingly high-pitched grunts, groans, screams and squeals from Ben, his blond pigtails swinging wildly.

The crowd was laughing and cheering as Ben’s nuts were ground to paste.

Finally, Anita took a step back and adjusted her hair, exhaling deeply.

The three drag queens stared at Ben’s crotch.

“Didn’t work”, Tori observed.

“You squished a bit of precum out of his nuts”, Busty said. “But other than that…” She shrugged.

She was right, the bikini bottom was drenched in Ben’s precum. But his rod was still rock-hard and pointing at the ceiling.

Anita nodded slowly. Suddenly her face lit up. “I got an idea, girls!” she said triumphantly. She reached into her handbag and produced pink duct tape. “You never know when you might need it…”

They made Ben turn around and bend over. Pulling the bikini bottom down, Anita grabbed Ben’s hard cock and yanked it back between his thighs so that the tip of his dick was resting between his ass cheeks, touching his hole. Ben’s swollen balls were trapped on either side of the awkwardly bent dick, bulging obscenely.

Ben groaned miserably

With the help of her friends, Anita taped Ben’s cock to his ass and pulled his bikini bottom back up.

“Awesome”, Busty giggled at the sight of Ben’s perfect mangina.

“It looks a bit messy in the back”, Lori observed, pointing at the squished dick and balls below the bulging tape.

“Well, it serves a pupose”, Anita grinned. “Whenever she’s doing something she shouldn’t do, we can kick her ass – and it will be very effective…”

Anita swiftly demonstrated the effect by kicking Ben’s ass, driving the pointy tip of her high heel into Ben’s trapped nuts and making him yodel in agony.

The crowd erupted in laughter and applause, and Anita made a curtsey, batting her long eyelashes.

Ben’s painted face was a mask of pain.

“So what’s her name?” Busty asked.

“Oh right, we gotta name her”, Anita giggled.

“Nuttisha Painsworth”, Lori suggested with a smile before kicking Ben’s ass, catching both of his nuts dead-on.

Ben screamed from the top of his lungs, his voice cracking as his eyes filled with tears.

“I guess that’s a yes”, Busty laughed.

The crowd roared with laughter as the three drag queens paraded Nuttisha around the stage.

She looked positively ridiculous, walking awkwardly on her high heels, bow-legged and grimacing in pain.

“Give it up for Nuttisha!” Parker yelled.

The crowd erupted with cheers and applause.

“I think we’ll take her for a walk”, Busty smiled.

“Nuttisha loves walking around”, Lori laughed. “Right, Nuttisha?” With that, she smacked Nuttisha’s ass with the palm of her hand, squashing her poor nuts flat and making her scream in agony.

“You better get used to getting smacked on your behind”, Anita giggled as the four girls left the stage.

“Bye, Nuttisha!” Parker laughed and smacked Nuttisha’s ass as she walked past him.

Nuttisha let out a very unladylike groan and wobbled off the stage.

“Bye, Nuttisha”, Zach chuckled.

“See you later, Nuttisha”, Logan grinned.

The girls disappeared in the crowd and almost everyone took the chance to slap Nuttisha’s butt and squash her swollen, trapped nuts.

Parker turned to Zach and Logan. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

Zach and Logan couldn’t help but grin.

Their grins quickly vanished, though, when Parker addressed the crowd. “One pair down, tow pairs to go!” he yelled, drawing cheers and applause from the audience. “Now who’s next? We got two perfect sets of straight genitalia on stage – who wants to have a go at them?”

A group of four sun-tanned young men raised their hands. They looked like they were barely 20 years old.

Parker grinned. “Great, come up here and choose your pair for the day!”

To be continued.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Video links: Nadverts (10)


It's been almost three months since the last instalment of "Nadverts", and I hear you ask me: Oh, Alex, does that mean there are no more nutshut commercials? Does it mean that hurting testicles has gone out of fashion? Does it mean that lowering a guy's sperm count is not a viable marketing strategy any more?

Of course it doesn't!

Here are some mor of my favorite commercials featuring guys getting hit in the love spuds.

Here's a very recent clip that seems to liken the pain of using the wrong deodorant with the pain of eating red pepper, burning your face at a barbecue or - you guessed it - getting hit in the nuts. I have never eaten red pepper, nor have I had my face burned at a barbecue - but I can tell you that getting hit in the nuts with a soccer ball hurts a hell of a lot more than using the wrong deodorant...


Monday, July 11, 2016

Snapshot: The loser


This is the first part of a loose series of short stories inspired by pictures that I found on the web. They don't necessarily feature any of the regular characters. If you have an inspiring picture let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org).

"You know what's coming, don't you?" Chris whispered into his buddy's ear.

Mirek didn't answer. His mind was blank. He had looked forward to this day. He had prepared for it, trained for it. He had saved his load for it.

"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" Chris said calmly.

Oh, Mirek knew.

He knew very well.

Chris was going to do to him what Mirek had planned to do to Chris. Crush his nuts. Fuck him hard. Breed his hole. Fuck him again.

"That's right", Chris whispered as if he had read Mirek's mind. "You won't be able to walk straight for weeks, my friend." He leisurely jerked his rock hard cock.

Mirek nodded slowly. "Yeah", he grimaced.

"Yeah", Chris chuckled. "You ready?"

Mirek swallowed hard. "You wanna know the truth?" He turned to his buddy, a weak grin on his face.

Chris smiled back at him. "Frankly, I don't care."

Mirek cleared his throat. "Yeah, I thought so", he mumbled.

Chris looked at his buddy and ruffled his hair. "Turn around and spread your legs", he said matter-of-factly.

As Mirek did as he was told, he couldn't help but think about the irony. He had come up with the idea. He had convinced his best friend that this was the only way to settle it.

Chris took a couple of steps back. "Ready or not, here I come", he announced cheerfully.

Mirek thought of his girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend, now.

Chris' girlfriend, now.

His dick twitched.

A second later, Chris' foot connected with his cum-filled nuts, ramming them into his body.

Mirek let out an ear-piercing shriek as Chris jumped up and down, howling with excitement. "Holy fuck, dude! Did you hear that? I think your nuts just went 'splat'!"

Mirek sank to the ground, groaning in pain, clutching his shattered balls. "Yup", he whispered. "I think so, too."

Half an hour later, Mirek's balls were swollen and red. His ass looked worse. Apparently, Chris had saved up for the day as well. Three loads had found their way into Mirek's bruised, gaping hole, and another one was covering his face. His eyes were burning and he felt Chris' creamy cum run down his thighs.

"You know", Mirek said with a weak smile. "I want a re-match. Let's do this again in a few weeks."

"Sure", Chris chuckled, wiping his spent cock on Mirek's face. "Why not."

Friday, July 8, 2016

Lucky day (Callum meets Logan and Zach)

Special thanks to Callum for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who 'd love to lose his virginity to a pair of Swedish twins!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.



Featured in this story: Logan and Zach (click for pictures)

“You know, you should go out more, have some fun, meet some girls”, Zach said. “You can’t hang out with me all the time…” He was sitting in the frat house’s garden, shirtless, wearing a pair of boxers. The muscular 20 year old’s bare feet were running circles in the grass. He ran his hand through his short blond hair and took off his sunglasses to look at the tall, lanky kid sitting opposite him. “How many girls have you fucked since you’re here?”

The lanky kid blushed.

Zach raised his eyebrows. “Callum?” he said slowly. “You’ve fucked a girl before, right?”

Callum stared at his feet.

Zach’s eyes widened. “You are not a virgin, are you?”

Callum cleared his throat. “I’m seventeen”, he said sheepishly.

“Seventeen?!” Zach sat up straight. “Seventeen?!?! You know how many girls I had fucked when I was your age?!”

Callum shifted on his seat.

He had arrived a couple of weeks ago from Scotland. His parents had moved into the house next door. After their arrival, Callum’s parents had introduced themselves to their neighbors – and they had been less than enthusiastic when they discovered that they lived next to a fraternity.

Callum, on the other hand, was very intrigued by the constant partying and the hordes of attractive girls that went in and out of the house.

One day, he had seen Zach work on his car in the driveway, and he had offered to help him. Since then, they had started spending time together, working on the car or hanging out in the garden.

Zach loved to talk about girls – and a shy, inexperienced 17 year old made for a perfect audience. So far, though, Zach had never asked about Callum’s own sexual conquests. And, for obvious reasons, Callum had never brought it up.

“A virgin”, Zach shook his head in disbelief. “At seventeen!”

Callum gulped. “I’ve just never met the right---“

“Oh, stop the bullshit”, Zach interrupted him with a laugh. “There’s plenty of time for you to meet the right girl. What you need now is a girl to fuck – and believe me, the ‘wrong’ girls are much better at fucking than the ‘right’ ones!”

Callum chuckled. “Maybe you’re right.”

Zach laughed. “Of course I’m right.” He leaned back and stretched his muscular arms, a proud grin on his face. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. “Do you have a tiny dick?”

“What?” Callum stared at him.

“A tiny dick”, Zach repeated. “Do you have a tiny dick?”

Callum’s head turned crimson. “No”, he said. He had never talked about the size of his cock. Of course he had measured it, and he had been very relieved to find out that his dick was actually larger than average.

“How big?” Zach asked.

Callum told him.

Zach nodded slowly. “Not bad.” He thought for a moment. Then he put his sunglasses back on and closed his eyes, his hands behind his head, enjoying the summer sun. “You know, maybe I can hook you up with a babe. Do you have any preference, boob-wise?”

Behind Zach, Callum saw a guy sneaking up on him. He was blond and handsome, wearing sneakers and short sweat pants. When he saw that Callum had noticed him, he winked at him and put his index finger in front of his mouth, motioning for Callum to stay silent.

“Fake or natural? Big or small?” Zach asked.

Callum couldn’t suppress a grin as he watched the blond guy tip-toe towards Zach, balling his fist. “Natural”, Callum said. “And, well, big is good, isn’t it?”

“Big is perfect”, Zach chuckled. “The bigger the---“

He was interrupted by a well-placed punch to his crotch. The big bulge in Zach’s boxers was flattened and he let out a surprised yelp that was immediately followed by a miserable groan as Zach sat up and doubled over, clutching his crotch.

Callum burst out laughing.

“Fuck, right in the nuts!” Zach groaned and looked up at his assailant. “Logan.”

“Hey, Zach”, Logan chuckled. “I thought I’d surprise you.”

Zach groaned in pain.

“Looks like it worked”, Logan laughed. He looked at Callum and smiled. “Logan”, he introduced himself. “Thanks for not warning him.”

Callum smiled. “I’m Callum. Nice to meet you.”

Logan looked at Zach whose face was contorted in pain. “Is he talking about his cock again?” He grinned at Callum. “His favorite topic.”

Callum laughed. “No, about boobs.”

Logan chuckled. “His second favorite topic.”

Callum and Logan laughed.

“What?! I’m just trying to help”, Zach groaned. He was rubbing his bulge while looking up at Logan, a pained expression on his face. “That guy’s still a virgin. At seventeen! Can you believe it?”

Logan chuckled and turned to Callum. “Small dick?”

“No”, Zach said, shrugging his shoulders. “His dick’s okay.”

Logan grinned. “Well, then why aren’t you fucking around?”

Callum blushed.

“He’s shy”, Zach said, rolling his eyes.

“I see”, Logan said, sitting down on a chair next to Callum.

They spent most of the next hour talking about girls and coming up with plans for Callum to lose his virginity.

Of course, Zach couldn’t help but brag about his countless adventures. He went through the pictures on his phone, showing the most raunchy ones to Logan and Callum and enjoying their incredulous reactions.

“Are those twins?” Logan asked, staring at the picture of two beautiful naked girls Zach’s phone.

Callum was looking over his shoulder. “Wow”, he whispered.

Simultaneously, Logan and Callum adjusted their crotches to make room for their growing erections.

“Yup”, Zach grinned, putting his hands on his hips. His sweat pants were starting to tent as his huge cock came to life. “Twins”, he said with a smile on his face. “I’m gonna meet them tonight, by the way.” He chuckled. “I’m gonna bang them until they can’t tell themselves apart…”

Callum and Logan were staring at the picture.

Zach grinned proudly. “They’re going home to Sweden in a week”, he grinned. “But before that…” He grabbed his boner and shook it at Logan and Callum. “…I’m gonna serve them a farewell dinner.” He chuckled. “A big, fat piece of All-American meat.”

Callum and Logan stared at him.

“Maybe”, Zach continued, “maybe I’ll let you have sloppy seconds.” He looked at Callum. “How’d you like that?”

Callum swallowed hard. “You mean…” His voice was hoarse and throaty.

Zach grinned.

 “I--- Of course--- I mean--- Sure, I’d---“ Callum stammered

“Actually”, Zach said slowly, scratching his head, “The ladies are expecting some prime meat.” He grabbed his own crotch with one hand while reaching for Callum’s bulge and squeezing it hard.

Callum gasped.

Logan rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, I don’t think you’ll be able to satisfy them”, Zach winked at Callum and let go of their crotches.

A second later, Logan’s foot collided with Zach’s groin. The instep of Logan’s shoe slammed into the massive bulge, flattening it and making Zach let out a strangled yelp.

“Okay”, Logan said, putting his hands into his pockets. “Don’t get the virgin all hot and bothered just to let him down. That’s just nasty.”

“You crushed my fucking nuts”, Zach groaned. “I won’t be able to fuck the twins with nothing but peanut butter in my nutsack…”

Logan chuckled. “Serves you right.” He looked at Callum and winked at him.

Callum grinned weakly.

“Why don’t you kick him in the nuts, too?” Logan suggested. “It’s quite liberating.”

Callum shrugged and brought his leg back. Before he was able to kick Zach’s nuts, Zach threw a hard punch at Callum’s virgin balls, making the handsome teen grunt in pain.

The playful fight turned into an all out nut battle. They went back and forth hitting each other in the balls, laughing and joking and making fun of each other.

An hour later, they were sitting on the grass in a circle, their legs spread wide apart.

They had stripped down to their underwear. Like Zach, Callum and Logan were wearing boxers that couldn’t conceal the three young men’s massive bulges.

“This is a bad idea”, Zach chuckled. “A really bad idea.”

Logan grinned. “There’s no backing out now… Nutball is a gentleman’s game.”

“Is it?” Zach grimaced. He looked at his watch. “The girls will be here in two hours. Let’s make it a quick one.” He shifted nervously. Suddenly, he jumped up and ran to the house. “Gotta take a piss before we start…”

Logan laughed. “Yeah, go empty your bladder! There’s nothing more embarrassing than wetting yourself while playing nutball…”

When Zach was out of earshot, Logan turned to Callum and grinned. “I got an idea”, he said in a low voice. “When everything goes according to plan you’ll lose your virginity tonight and Zach will be left out in the cold. What do you say?”

Callum chuckled. “Sounds interesting…”

Zach returned a few minutes later, a wide grin on his face. “Damn, it’s hard to take a piss when you’re hard…”

“Can’t keep your mind off the twins, huh?” Logan chuckled.

“God, it’s gonna be awesome”, Zach grinned. “Picture the scene – six holes and a fucking big cock.” He laughed. “Fuck, I’m getting hard again.” He looked down at his crotch where his mammoth cock was threatening to burst through the fabric of his boxers.

Logan and Callum looked at each other and shared a conspiratorial smile.

“Sit down and spread your legs”, Callum said with a cheeky grin. “I can’t wait to crush your nuts.”

Zach chuckled. “Go easy on my nuts or the twins will be mad at you…”

The three boys roared with laughter.

Callum weighed the baseball in his hand and prepared to make the first move.

“Oh, wait”, Logan said suddenly. “We forgot something. What’s at stake here?”

Zach raised his eyebrows. “Our nuts, I guess.”

“Yeah, sure”, Logan chuckled. “But, I mean, what good is playing a game when there’s nothing in it for the winner?”

“Or the loser”, Callum added with a grin.

“Right”, Zach said.

“Right”, Logan nodded.

There was a moment of silence.

“Any idea?” Logan looked at Callum.

Callum looked at Zach.

Logan turned to Zach and waited.

Zach blinked. His face was blank.

Logan chuckled. Creativity certainly wasn’t Zach’s forte. Just like Logan and Callum had expected, Zach shrugged his shoulders.

“No idea”, Zach mumbled, scratching his head. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

“Okay”, Logan said, winking at Callum stealthily. “You know, what about this: The winner gets to decide what the loser has to do.”

“Whatever”, Zach shrugged. “Come on, let’s play.” He grabbed his bulge and squeezed, grinning at Callum. “What are you waiting for?”

Callum smiled and fired the baseball at Zach’s junk.

It landed perfectly, hitting Zach’s bulging package dead-on.

Zach’s face went white as a sheet. He let out a dry cough. “My balls”, he whispered in a toneless voice.

Callum and Logan cheered and laughed.

“Good hit!” Logan chuckled. “Nailed him right in the babymakers!”

Callum shrugged, a cheeky groin on his face. “Yeah, well, that huge package is hard to miss…”

“My turn”, Logan grinned.

Zach groaned and handed him the baseball.

Logan winked at Zach and hurled the ball at Zach’s groin. It connected with Zach’s nutsack with a sickening thud, followed by an anguished wail as the pain set in.

“Fuuuuuck!” Zach cried out, clutching his nuggets and rolling to the side.

Callum and Logan laughed.

“Your turn”, Logan chuckled. “Unless you’d like to take a pass?”

“No fucking way”, Zach groaned, rubbing his sore genitals. He grabbed the ball and threw it at Logan’s groin.

His aim was a little off but he managed to hit Logan’s left nut, making him grunt in pain.

They back and forth, round after round, and soon the pattern became obvious: When it was Zach’s turn he alternated between attacking Logan and Callum – but his opponents focused solely on Zach’s precious valuables.

Zach’s tender nuggets took hit after hit after nut-crunching hit, and Callum and Logan didn’t even try to hide their enthusiasm about tagteaming Zach’s juicy plums. They cheered and laughed with every hit as Zach grunted and groaned, screamed and squealed with every nut-shattering hit to his family jewelry.

After about a dozen rounds, Zach seemed to sense that something was odd.

“Hey, guys”, he croaked, clutching his rapidly swelling spuds, “do you have it in for me or what?!”

“What do you mean?” Callum asked with an innocent smile.

“Look at my nuts”, Zach groaned, pushing down the waistband of his boxers, revealing his testicles. They had taken on a fiery red color, looking bloated and swollen. The skin of his nutsack was covered in angry reddish-blue bruises. “Oh god, look at them!”

Callum and Logan couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Zach’s all but maimed manhood.

“No idea what you’re talking about”, Logan said with a chuckle.

“I’m talking about these”, Zach exclaimed, cradling his damaged sperm tanks in his hand. He had a miserable expression on his face as he stared at his equipment. “I’m talking about these”, he repeated in a stupefied whisper. “My beautiful balls.”

“Maybe you should call the twins and cancel the date”, Logan suggested.

Zach’s eyes were fixed on his nuts.

“Zach?” Logan said.

“No fucking way”, Zach mumbled. “I’m gonna fuck them senseless!” As if on cue, his fat dick twitched and hardened at the thought.

Callum and Logan laughed.

“See?” Zach said triumphantly. “Everything’s in working order.”

Callum chuckled and waved at Zach with the baseball. “Now it’s my turn.”

Zach gulped. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.

Callum opened his mouth to remind him that he had forgotten about tucking away his junk but Logan shook his head with a huge grin.

Callum chuckled.

Zach’s swollen balls were dangling over the waistband of his boxers and his hard cock was pointing at the sky.

Callum swatted the ball at Zach’s exposed nuts.

Logan and Callum winced at the sound of the impact. A loud, wet SPLAT echoed through the garden.

In the distance, a flock of birds, startled by the sound, flapped away, chirping angrily.

Zach’s lips parted. His eyes opened wide. A single tear ran down his cheek as his eyes lost focus.

He opened his mouth wide but there was no audible sound coming out of it.

“Ouch”, Callum mumbled.

“I’d say it’s game over for Zach’s nuts”, Logan said slowly.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Suddenly, Zach found his voice again. He let out an high-pitched scream, a devastating, ear-piercing squeal that made Callum and Logan shudder.

Slowly, his hands moved towards his nuggets. He grabbed them tentatively, as if he was fearing they might break at the touch.

“I give up”, Zach announced in a pitch-perfect soprano voice before rolling to the side clutching his crotch and rocking back and forth.

Callum and Logan looked at each other and high-fived.

“Well done”, Logan grinned. “You’re a real nut-cracker.”

“Thanks”, Callum replied with a laugh before smacking Logan’s crotch playfully with the back of his hand.

Logan let out a surprised yelp before joining in Callum’s laughter and retaliating with a nut-smack of his own.

Logan’s and Callum’s testicles had been hit a couple of times by Zach – but that was nothing compared to the devastating damage that the boys’ concerted attack had done to poor Zach’s massive marbles.

Logan grabbed Zach’s boxers and yanked them down, stripping Zach completely naked.

Zach was whimpering and moaning. He rolled onto his side in the grass.

One of his nuts was wedged between his thighs, a big, meaty orb sticking out below his ass.

Callum stared at it, biting his lower lip.

Logan pointed at the lone testicle and winked at Callum. “Go ahead”, he grinned. “Kick it into next week.”

Callum didn’t have to be told twice. He brought his leg back and smashed Zach’s nut with all the force he could muster.

Zach screamed from the top of his lungs as the tip of Callum’s foot met his tender right nut, flattening it like a meaty pancake.

“Nice”, Logan chuckled. “Wanna have a go at lefty?”

Callum chuckled. “Sure, why not.”

Logan grinned and grabbed Zach’s feet, spreading them apart in a wide V, serving up Zach’s big, juicy babymakers on a silver platter. “Help yourself”, he winked at Callum.

Callum kicked Zach’s nuts as hard as he could. He had aimed for his right testicle but he hit them both dead-on, making the two bruised and swollen orbs fly up inside Zach’s roomy nutsack.

“Wanna get a stomp in?” Logan suggested.

“Nooo!” Zach screamed as Callum stomped down on Zach’s testicles, crushing them under his foot.

Zach’s scream turned into a strangled gurgle as his precious spunk pods were all but smashed to pieces.

Callum chuckled at the sight of Zach’s rock-hard dick that was leaking precum all over his abs. “Amazing”, he grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’d think he’d be out of order for the night.”

Zach let out a grunt. “If you thought I’d let you have the twins you’re wrong. I’m gonna fuck them tonight – that’s for sure!”

Logan looked at Callum and shrugged.

Callum knelt down and grabbed Zach’s nuts, wrapping his fingers around Zach’s swollen nuggets and squeezing hard, eliciting all kinds of funny noises from Zach.

Callum pressed the tip of his thumbs into the juicy meatballs, squashing the tender nuggets with his bare hands.

Zach was screaming from the top of his lungs.

“Okay, the twins will be here soon”, Logan said with a grin. “Time for the loser’s punishment.”

“What?!” Zach whimpered. “I thought this was--- What was this then?!”

Callum and Logan looked at each other and smiled.

“You mean the kicks and the stomps and the squeezing?” Logan grinned.

“That was just for fun”, Callum shrugged.

They burst out laughing as Logan let go of Zach’s legs, allowing him to curl up in a ball.

“I’ll be right back”, Logan said and walked away.

Zach sat up, grunting and groaning, nursing his battered balls. “Damn, my fucking nuts hurt like hell”, he moaned.

“Well”, Callum said. “At least you’ve got some hot action to look forward to.”

A smile appeared on Zach’s pain-cortorted face. “Yeah”, he mumbled. “You’re right.” He thought for a moment. “What do you think? Should I plow their pussies first or their asses?” He scratched his head. “Or maybe a nice, sloppy blowjob to start things off.” He chuckled. “They’re into ATM.”

Callum raised his eyebrows.

“Ass to mouth”, Zach explained. “But tonight it’s gonna be ass to mouth to pussy to mouth to ass to pussy to mouth to pussy to ass to---“

“Making plans?” Logan interrupted him with a grin. He was holding a small piece of plastic in his hand.

Zach recognized it immediately. “No”, he whispered.

Logan chuckled. “Oh yeah”, he grinned. “That was the deal. The winners get to determine the loser’s punishment. And guess what I found in my car?” He held up the chastity device in his hand.

It was a simple little thing, a little bent tube made of clear plastic. It looked way too small for Zach’s cock.

Logan chuckled, reading Zach’s mind. “Don’t worry, we’ll make your monster fit in there. No problem.”

Zach’s eyes darted from Logan to Callum to Logan again.

Then he started running.

His attempt to escape his fate wasn’t successful.

He tripped over Callum’s foot and stumbled to the floor.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a soft landing.

His hard dick was painfully compressed between the ground and Zach’s muscular body. Worse, his balls landed right on top of a large cobblestone that somebody had left there without sense or purpose – other than crushing poor Zach’s sensitive, swollen spuds right at this moment.

Zach let out an anguished squeal as Callum and Logan burst out laughing.

Logan grabbed Zach’s legs and turned him onto his back.

“No”, Zach croaked. “Please, don’t---“

“Oh, don’t be a baby”, Logan chuckled and smacked Zach’s nuts with the palm of his hand. “Just accept it. You and the twins – it just wasn’t meant to be…”

Zach let out a miserable groan.

“Do you wanna do the honors and lock the monster up?” Logan grinned at Callum.

“Sure”, Callum chuckled.

“No, guys, come on”, Zach pleaded desperately as Callum grabbed his big dick and put it into the chastity cage. “Please”, Zach whined. “The twins---“ He swallowed hard.

Callum was having a hard time fitting Zach’s huge cock into the plastic cage. He yanked and tugged at Zach’s meaty cock to make it fit.

“They’ll be back in Sweden soon”, Zach whispered, staring at his dick that was slowly disappearing inside the chastity device. “They’ll---“ He let out a frustrated groan. “Think of their holes.” He closed his eyes. “You can’t do this to me.”

Callum sent his palm down onto the chastity cage a couple of times to stuff Zach’s dick inside, making Zach scream in pain and frustration.

“You can’t do this to me”, Zach whispered, tired and defeated, as Callum shut the chastity device and closed the additional clamp that held Zach’s balls in position.

It was an almost comical sight: A little plastic cock package dwarfed by Zach’s humongous, bruised and battered balls.

“You can’t do this to me…” Zach’s voice was almost inaudible. He stared at his crotch in disbelief.

Logan grinned and attached a lock to the device. “There’s a timer in here.” He smiled at Zach. “It’ll free your cock at a pre-arranged time.” Logan turned to Callum. “How long are we going to keep him in chastity?”

Callum thought for a moment.

Zach groaned. “The twins are going back to Sweden on Thursday. Please, let me out before they’re gone. I just have to fuck them!”

Callum looked at Logan.

“Sounds reasonable”, Logan shrugged. “So – Sunday?”

Zach’s eyes lit up. “Sunday is good! Sunday is perfect! I mean, I’ll be locked up for the whole weekend but that’s okay. I’ll cope. No problem.”

“Sunday”, Callum said slowly. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah, I don’t know either”, Logan grinned.

Zach had a desperate expression on his face. “Or Monday. That’d be fine, too.”

Callum and Logan pretended to think hard about Zach’s suggestion.

Finally, Callum shrugged. “I think I prefer Friday.”

Zach’s jaw dropped. “What?! But that’s after---“

“Yup, Friday is perfect”, Logan said. “One full week.”

Zach gasped. “But that’s after the twins have---”

“Friday it is then”, Callum grinned.

Zach let out a pitiful sob. “But---“

“Friday it is”, Logan repeated with a chuckle and entered the date into the timer.

There was a short beep that was an entirely inappropriate fanfare to mark the beginning of Zach’s week of chastity.

“Done”, Logan grinned.

Callum and Logan looked at Zach, huge grins on their faces.

Zach was staring at his crotch, a vacant look on his face. He gazed at his caged cock and his bloated balls as if they didn’t belong to his body.

Half an hour later, the twins arrived. They looked amazing, two beautiful goddesses, looking exactly alike, with long blond hair, luscious lips and bodies to die for.

Logan and Callum greeted them at the door and explained the situation to them.

At first, the twins were devastated – but when Logan told them that Callum was a virgin, they forgot about Zach in an instant.

“It’s your lucky day”, one of the girls smiled and kissed Callum’s lips.

Callum blushed.

The girls giggled and took Callum by the hands, following Logan who showed them to Zach’s room.

Zach was sitting in front of the TV, sulking.

Soon, the house was filled with moans of pleasure and flesh thumping against flesh as Logan and Callum tag-teamed the naughty twins in every position they could think of.

The girls’ sharp screams of lust echoed through the house.

Zach let out a miserable sigh and turned up the volume.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the simultaneous grunts and groans came to a long, loud climax before dying down.

Zach tugged at his caged cock. “That was supposed to my orgasm”, he mumbled under his breath, staring at the TV screen.

A minute later, the kinky quartet went for round two.

Zach let out an exasperated groan and looked at the ceiling. Callum and Logan were banging his girls. In his room. On his bed.

Zach’s eyes narrowed. He stared at his crotch. “Stupid fucking nuts”, he grunted before slamming his fist into his swollen, bloated balls.

He regretted it immediately. Howling in pain, he curled up on the couch, clutching his aching nuggets.

A couple of hours later, the twins left, looking very exhausted and extremely happy. They didn’t even notice Zach.

A moment later, Callum and Logan came down the stairs.

“Your room is free now”, Logan grinned. “You might want to change the sheets before you go to bed, though…” He playfully poked Callum in the shoulder. “Our little virgin is quite a power fucker.”

Callum laughed. He had the natural glow of a seventeen year old who had just lost his virginity. “Thanks.”

Zach groaned. “Guys”, he mumbled. “Come on, let me out.”

Logan looked at his watch. “Oh, damn it’s late. I gotta get home or my girlfriend will be angry with me.” He winked at Zach. “I don’t want her to lock my dick up, right?”

Zach let out an angry grunt as Logan left the room.

“See you tomorrow”, Callum said casually. “You know, I was thinking about the pictures on your phone. That team of cheerleaders looked pretty hot. Call them for me, would you? It’s not that you have any use for them right now...”

Whistling happily, Callum turned on his heels. “Oh, and I’ll need your room again tomorrow. Clean it up for me, will you? Thanks a lot”, he said while walking out.

Zach was left behind, tired, horny and frustrated. “Sure”, he said in a toneless voice. “You’re welcome.”