Sunday, May 29, 2016

Mean machines: Under construction


It looks like you enjoyed Friday's story: Mean machines: Sackwrecker Deluxe currently holds a rating of 4.8 on our 5 star rating system, making it the best rated story of the month as of right now.

I am planning on turning the story into a series, introducing more nut-crunching contraptions, and I have a couple of ideas - but I'd love to have your input: Do you have an idea for a sperm-threatening contraption? How would your perfect "mean machine" look like? What would it be called? And how would it work to wreck a pair of testicles?

Let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org). I can't wait to hear your ideas! :-))


Friday, May 27, 2016

Mean machines: Sackwrecker Deluxe


“This is it, huh?” I mumbled, standing in front of a large contraption that looked equal parts dangerous and intriguing. It was a large cube made of acrylic glass. The cube’s edges were about three or four feet long. On the top side of the cube was a seat shell with a hole of about two inches in diameter in it. Inside the cube, several cogs and gear wheels were connected to a variety of strings, paddles, tongs, and spring-loaded tools. On the left side, there was a control panel with a large lever and several buttons and switches.

Vince nodded. He grinned proudly. “It’s perfect. Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

I nodded slowly. “I’m sure I will.”

20 year old Vince was one of the most talented people I knew. He was our technician and prop master, and I relied on him whenever I needed an effective, innovative way to hurt testicles. Vince was a shy guy, a bit of a nerd, with brown hair and green eyes. Lately he had begun trying to grow a goatee because people always thought he was younger than he actually was. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite have the desired effect. In fact, it made him look even more like a cute teenager.

 “How does it work?” Kev mumbled, scratching his chest.

The 20 year old jock was wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants. He was taller than Vince, and more muscular. His tanned body was sculptured like a Greek god’s, with strong arms and legs, perfect six-pack abs and a muscular chest.

Vince smiled. “Have a seat”, he said, pointing at the seat shell on top of the cube. “I’ll show you.”

Kev grimaced and adjusted his crotch. “This is going to be painful, huh?”

“Take your clothes off, please”, Vince said, ignoring Kev’s question.

Kev sighed and slipped out of his sweat pants, revealing his massive cock and his big pair of low-hanging testicles.

Vince leaned over and took a closer look at Kev’s nutsack, lifting Kev’s heavy, limp cock up with the help of his pen to inspect the neck of Kev’s nutsack. “A 5/8 inch should do”, he mumbled before turning away and rummaging around in his tool box.

Kev let out a nervous laugh as Vince held up a shaft collar and unceremoniously attached it to Kev’s nutsack, closing the collar tightly around the neck of his scrotum before screwing it shut with a little screwdriver. Kev had an almost amused expression on his face as Vince fumbled with his nutsack.

His facial expression changed, though, when Vince grabbed the metal collar and yanked it down sharply, trapping Kev’s juicy nuts at the bottom of his sack and making him yelp in pain.

“Okay”, Vince said with a smile. “It works.”

Kev grimaced in pain, massaging his ballsack.

Vince smiled at him and pointed at the seat shell on top of the cube.

Kev groaned and climbed onto the cube. He sat, his legs spread apart, his feet dangling from the cube. Between his thighs, his testicles were swinging gently from side to side, the collar holding them at the bottom of his sack.

Vince opened a little door at the side of the cube and reached inside, pulling up a steel cable from the apparatus at the bottom, and attaching it to collar around Kev’s sack.

Kev looked down, shifting uncomfortable as he watched Vince connect his nutsack to the mysterious mechanic. He cleared his throat. “Umm”, Kev said. “Would you mind telling me what you’re doing?”

Ignoring Kev, Vince closed the little door and pulled the lever on the cube’s side.

The steel cable pulled tight and yanked down Kev’s nutsack, making him yelp in pain as his testicles were pulled to the bottom of his sack.

“Oh my fucking god!” Kev groaned, looking down between his thighs, grimacing at the sight of his stretched nutsack.

Vince pulled the lever again, pulling Kev’s balls down another inch.

Kev screamed from the top of his lungs as his balls were yanked down in his sack, effectively trapping him on his seat without any wiggle room.

“One more inch and we’re good to go”, Vince smiled and pulled the lever one more time.

Kev’s voice rose an octave as his nuts were viciously pulled down another inch. The two big orbs were pressed against the skin of his nutsack by the metal collar, making them bulge obscenely. The skin of his scrotum was stretched thin, making his nuts look red and shiny.

“Okay”, Vince said, turning to me as Kev was panting and grunting in his seat. “Basically, I could go on and on until his testicles come off”, Vince explained, smiling at me. “I thought about putting in an emergency release mechanism.” He shrugged. “But it’s difficult to adjust it to the various scrotum lengths, so I guess we’ll just have to be careful.”

I grimaced. “Yeah.”

“On the other hand”, Vince said casually. “Nut cords are pretty strong.” With that, he pulled the lever once again. There was a cringe-inducing creak as Kev’s nuts were pulled down another inch, but the creak was nothing compared to Kev’s ear-piercing scream.

“I think that’s enough”, Vince said with a satisfied nod. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “Unless you want me to---“

“No”, I interrupted him, images of Kev’s beautiful, fat nuts getting ripped off his body flashing before my eyes. “No, that’s definitely enough.”

Kev was breathing heavily, grunting and groaning in agony, his face contorted in pain, beads of sweat running down his face.

Vince nodded. “Okay, I guess we don’t want to push him too far.”

I grimaced. Vince’s assessment of “too far” was a little different from mine, apparently. In my view, we were well past the “too far” mark. And, judging from Kev’s facial expression, I was pretty sure he agreed with me.

“Now we get to the fun part”, Vince smiled.

“Oh god”, Kev groaned.

Vince pointed at the control panel and I took a step closer to have a look at the various buttons and switches. “The Sackwrecker Deluxe”, he said, “is---“

“Sackwrecker Deluxe?” I raised my eyebrows.

Vince smiled proudly. “You like the name?”

I chuckled. “Well, actually I do.”

“Then you’re gonna love what the Sackwrecker Deluxe can do”, Vince said, beaming with pride.

As he explained the different functions, I couldn’t help but smile. It was obvious that Vince had put a lot of effort into this vicious contraption, and it was positively heartwarming to see him talk about hit. Vince’s creativity and his love for the job was astounding. I don’t think I have ever met someone who was as enthusiastic about ruining another man’s sex life as Vince.

“…and that way you’ll have an exciting machine that’s full of surprises”, Vince concluded his elaborate explanation. “We can start right away if you’d like. A test run, so to speak.”

I looked at Kev whose eyes had widened during Vince’s speech.

“You haven’t done a test run, yet?” Kev grunted hoarsely.

Vince smiled sheepishly. “Not on real testicles. I tested it with a couple of plums in a nylon stocking.” He scratched his head. “But that’s not the same. I went through several pounds of plums because they kept bursting at some point or another.” He shrugged.

Kev gulped.

“What do you say?” Vince smiled, turning to me, obviously eager to demonstrate what his invention could do.

I looked at my watch. “Sure”, I said. “You don’t mind, Kev, right?”

Kev stared at me, his face a mask of pain. “Actually, I---“ He stopped when he watched Vince’s hand move towards the lever. He inhaled sharply.

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind”, Vince said him with a smile, running his finger up and down the lever.

I chuckled. “Okay.”

“Awesome!” Vince smiled, looking like a kid in a candy store.

Kev, on the other hand, looked like the owner of said candy store. And there was no way he could defend his two most delicious pieces of candy…

Vince whistled happily as he walked into our storage room and came back with what looked like an old bingo machine.

I raised my eyebrows. “I didn’t know we had one of those.”

Vince smiled brightly. “I got it at a garage sale.” He plugged it in and started the machine. As the bingo balls were whirling around inside the chamber, Vince pointed to the control panel of the Sackwrecker Deluxe. Each of the buttons and switches had a little number on it.

“Oh, this is exciting”, Vince grinned, clapping his hands like a little child. “What’s it gonna be?”

He picked up the first ball that the bingo machine spat out.

“B 7”, Vince announced like the host of a retirement home’s afternoon activity. “B as in ‘Big, beautiful balls will get bashed, and 7 like the lucky number!”

I couldn’t help but smile at Vince’s enthusiasm.

He pressed the button with marked ‘7’.

Immediately, a large wooden paddle swung up and smashed Kev’s balls hard. The two trapped orbs were crushed flat against the metal collar that was holding them down, making Kev’s eyes bulge as his face contorted in agony.

After the impact, the paddle folded back into the apparatus with a subtle whirring sound that was drowned out by Kev’s agonized scream.

Vince looked at me with a big smile, watching my reaction.

I couldn’t help but cringe at the sight of Kev’s poor balls, trapped at the bottom of his sack, getting flattened like two meaty burger patties.

“Impressive”, I mumbled, grabbing my own crotch in sympathy.

Vince picked up the next ball.

“I 18”, Vince announced. “I as in ‘Impressive’, and 18 like the legal age if you want out the Sackwrecker Deluxe!”

Vince pressed the button marked ‘18’, which prompted a stun gun to shoot up below Kev. The contacts dug deep into the tender flesh of Kev’s balls before they sent a sharp jolt of electricity through Kev’s babymakers, eliciting a soprano scream that would have made an opera singer proud.

“O 9”, Vince read from the next ball. “O as in ‘Oh my god, those poor balls!’, and 9 like cloud nine, which I’m sure you wish you were right now!”

Kev was panting heavily, beads of sweat running down his face.

As soon as Vince pushed the 9 on the control panel, Kev’s balls were smacked by a plastic fly swatter. Kev screamed from the top of his lungs.

I let out a laugh. Kev’s big, bulging nuts getting slapped like that looked positively ridiculous.

“You like that?” Vince smiled. “I added it to add some variety, you know, add a different kind of pain.”

“Great, thanks”, Kev croaked. “It stings like hell…”

Vince nodded proudly and pressed the 9 button again, causing Kev’s balls to get slapped by the fly swatter once more.

I chuckled as Kev let out a gurgling squeal.

“What do we have next?” Vince smiled and picked up another bingo ball. “G 12! G as in ‘Gee, my balls hurt!’, and 12 like the dirty dozen!”

When Vince pressed the 12 button, two pieces of wood came up on either side of Kev’s balls before clapping together with Kev’s nuts getting squashed flat between them.

“One!” Vince yelled as Kev squealed in agony. He pressed the button again and again, making Kev’s voice go higher and higher, and louder and louder as his nuts were smashed hard a dozen times. “Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven!”

Vince looked at me and winked.

Kev was screaming from the top of his lungs. His balls looked fiery red and swollen.

“Twelve!” Vince shouted, pushing the button one more time, squishing Kev’s nuts flat between the hard pieces of wood.

Kev let out a blood-curdling scream as the vicious nut clapper disappeared inside the contraption’s miraculous mechanism.

Panting heavily, Kev was trying to catch his breath. His face was a mask of pain, beet red and wet with sweat. His stretched nutsack and the two swollen, red orbs at the bottom of it looked gruesome.

“I bet you’re waiting for the BINGO”, Vince smiled and picked up another ball. “Oh no, it’s another O! O 20! O as in ‘Ouch!’, and 20 like the number of sperm cells that are dying with every hit to your nuts.” Vince moved his finger to the button that was marked 20. He hesitated. “Approximately”, he added after a moment.

Then he pushed the button, and a little boxing glove shot up, connecting perfectly with Kev’s nuts and making the handsome jock shriek like a little girl.

Vince picked up the next ball. “N 2! N as in ‘No kids for you!’, and 2 like the number of balls that are causing you so much pain right now.”

He pressed the 2 button, causing a little toothbrush to rise from the bottom of the contraption. As soon as it touched Kev’s swollen, bruised balls, it started moving back and forth and from side to side, scratching the skin that was stretched around Kev’s bulging plums and making him scream in pain.

After a good minute of frantic brushing, the toothbrush disappeared.

Kev looked miserable. His balls had assumed the color of ripe tomatoes. In stark contrast to that, his face was white as a sheet. He looked like he was going to pass out any second.

“I think it’s enough for today”, I smiled. “Let’s call it a BINGO.”

Vince looked disappointed. “But there’s so much you haven’t seen yet!”

I smiled at him. “I love the Sackwrecker Deluxe, I really do, and I’m sure we’ll have a chance to use it again, soon.” I patted Vince’s shoulder. “Great work.”

Vince was beaming with pride. “You know, it’s a modular construction. You can put in anything you like.”

“It’s excellent”, I said. “Reminds me of a Swiss knife. There’s all kinds of useful things hidden in there.”

Vince’s eyes widened. “Oh yeah, we could put in a blade as well!”

I cringed. “Yeah, maybe we won’t go that far.”

Vince smiled. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” He looked at me and grinned. “But there’s one last thing I have to show you. Okay?”

I looked at Kev. He looked miserable. I was pretty sure that one more hit would probably not make a big difference. I smiled at Vince. “Sure.”

Vince grinned and pulled a switch on the contraption.

There was a loud BANG! as a little rubber stamp hit an ink pad. It was followed by a SPLOTCH! as the rubber stamp hit Kev’s trapped nuts, squashing them flat. Then came an ear-piercing YOWL! as the pain reached Kev’s brain.

The rubber stamp moved back down, leaving a series of letters on Kev’s nuts.

I leaned forward and squinted at the writing.

USELESS.

I chuckled. “Probably true”, I quipped, grinning at Vince who smiled proudly.

“I thought it would be nice to have the guys run around with ‘useless’ written on their scrotums”, Vince explained.

I nodded. “Yeah, I got it. Nice idea.”

“Because their nuts are pretty much useless after they have experienced the Sackwrecker Deluxe”, Vince continued with a smile.

I nodded again. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s funny.”

“That way they won’t have to explain anything to their girlsfriends, you know?” Vince went on. “They just drop their pants and point at the inscription. Useless.”

I chuckled. “Yeah.”

“And it’s clear that they won’t have sex”, Vince smiled. “You know?”

“Yeah”, I smiled. “I got it.”

“Guys!” Kev croaked. “Could you please let me down?”

“Sure”, Vince mumbled and pulled the lever.

Kev let out a retching cough as his tortured, battered balls were yanked down another inch. His eyes crossed and his jaw dropped.

For a moment I thought he was going to throw up.

“Ooops”, Vince smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”

He quickly flipped another switch and the steel rope that was pulling down on Kev’s nuts loosened.

Vince reached inside the cube and freed Kev’s nutsack.

Kev groaned and grimaced in pain as he climbed off the cube.

He looked down at his crotch, examining his genitals. His balls were red and bloated, and they hung considerably lower than before. The “USELESS” stamp was definitely a correct label…

Kev let out a frustrated groan as he tentatively fumbled with his testicles. He grinned weakly, pulling up his balls by tugging on the skin of his nutsack. “How’s that for a pair of low-hangers, huh?” he mused, grimacing in pain.

Vince and I laughed politely.

“I’m sure your nutsack will pull up again”, I said half-heartedly. “Eventually.”

Kev let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I sure hope so…” He turned to Vince. “What’s that machine called again?”

“The Sackwrecker Deluxe”, Vince said.

Kev grimaced and nodded. “Certainly lives up to its name.”

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” Vince smiled, beaming with pride. “I can show you another one”, he added, his eyes suddenly filled with excitement. “It’s called ‘Stud Squasher’ and it’ll turn your testicles into---“

“No thanks”, Kev said hastily, grabbing his clothes in a sudden hurry. “I gotta go and…” His voice trailed off as he put on his clothes. “I gotta go.” He limped out the door. “See ya!”

“The ‘Stud Squasher’?” I smiled at Vince.

Vince nodded. “Yeah.”

“Sounds intriguing”, I chuckled. “I can’t wait to see it…”

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Video links: Squeeze play (1)


I know that many of you guys like squeezing balls. It's probably one of the most intimate and direct nut crunching technique. The sensation of feeling a poor guy's soft, tender babymakers in your hand, feeling the heat of his body and the interesting texture of his most prized possessions, hearing his soft moan as you compress his plums in your palm, seeing the reaction in his eyes when you squeeze just a little bit harder - it doesn't get any better than this!

Here are some of my favorite clips featuring guys squeezing another guy's nuts.

First up we have a young man getting his huevos scrambled on the beach. Make sure you watch this one with sound. His scream is just awesome...

Friday, May 20, 2016

Who needs two? (Tyler meets Ben)

Special thanks to Pat for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves his left testicle just as much as his right one!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.



Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Ben and Colin (click for pictures)

Ben and Tyler roared with laughter.

The two muscular jocks were sitting on the couch in the basement of their dorm, their eyes fixed on the big TV screen as they cringed in sympathy, clutching their crotches while laughing riotously.

Ben was 20 years old, a muscular stud with black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a tank top, a pair of loose sweat pants and sneakers.

Tyler had just moved into the dorm. The handsome 19 year old had black hair just like Ben. And like Ben he had a great body with muscles in all the right places. He had powerful arms, a muscular chest and perfect six-pack abs. The girls loved him and the guys wanted to be like him. He had a sexy stubble on his face, and just enough hair to be sexy on his chest and abs. But as much as the girls adored him, Tyler didn’t enjoy straight sex. His buddies at the dorm knew he was gay, and everybody was cool about it. Ironically, it made the girls want him even more. They couldn’t believe a guy like Tyler wasn’t interested in what they had to offer.

“Holy shit, that was a good one”, Ben howled, pointing at the screen and slapping his thighs.

“Yeah, fuck, that one almost knocked me out”, Tyler laughed, lightly squeezing his package.

“Let’s see that in slo-mo”, Ben chuckled and picked up the remote control.

As they were watching the devastating kick to Tyler’s nuts again, Colin came down the stairs and sat down on a chair next to them. “What are you watching?” The handsome hunk ran his hand through his dark blond hair.

On the screen, a bare foot connected with Tyler’s nutsack, ramming its contents against his pelvis and flattening them like a pancake.

“Oooooh”, Colin chuckled. “Nasty.”

“Last month’s Roshambo challenge”, Tyler grinned, cupping his balls as he watched them get squashed on the screen.

Tyler loved playing Roshambo, and he was good at it. Usually, newbies at the dorm didn’t do very good at their first challenges. The nuts at the dorm were toughened and hardened by years of reckless, sperm-threatening competitions. But Tyler was a natural. He had a tough set of testicles, and he didn’t hold back when it was his turn to crush another stud’s nuts.

Unfortunately, he had moved in after this year’s Naked Nutball Tournament had already taken place, but he was looking forward to competing in next year’s event. And many of his buddies – most of which had experienced Tyler’s testicular fortitude first-hand – were betting on him to take the crown from Colin next year.

“Seriously, I thought lefty was a goner after that one”, Tyler laughed as Ben played the scene again. “I mean, can you imagine your nut exploding in your sack?” He laughed. “Do you ever wonder what it feels like?”

Ben chuckled. “You mean losing a nut?”

Tyler grinned. “I mean, is it a great big BOOM? Or just a little SQUISH? Or maybe a huge CRUNCH?” He shrugged. “Would be hot to know, right?”

Ben laughed. “I dunno, I kinda don’t want to find out…”

“Come on, who needs two nuts anyway – you don’t have two noses or two mouths or two brains, right?” Tyler shrugged.

Colin pointed at the TV screen. “Looks like you were pretty close to finding out how it feels.”

Tyler laughed. “Can you zoom in on that?”

“Sure”, Ben chuckled. “I was just thinking, damn, I can’t see those little things…”

Ben and Colin laughed.

Tyler raised his eyebrows. “They’re bigger than yours.”

Ben laughed. “You wish.”

Tyler chose to let it slide. He was proud of his genitals. He had a nice, big cock and a pair of heavy, low-hanging balls. But now was not the time to argue. Now was the time to watch those low-hangers get smashed in high definition.

The guys hooted and cheered as Tyler’s testicles were crunched in slow-motion once more. The instep connected with the nutsack, and the close-up made it obvious that Tyler’s left ball bore the brunt of the impact.

“Look at that!” Tyler yelled, pointing at the TV screen as his nut flattened and flattened and flattened in slow-motion. “Fucking look at that!”

Colin and Ben were roaring with laughter as Ben pressed the pause button on the remote control.

“Look at lefty!” Tyler laughed. “Look at it!”

The freeze frame looked almost ridiculous. Tyler’s nut was completely out of shape, flat and lumpy.

“It’s beautiful!” Colin chuckled.

“Fucking beautiful!” Ben chimed in.

“I can’t believe it’s still in one piece”, Colin shook his head.

Tyler grinned. “Believe me, it is!” He got up and shoved down his pants, exposing his genitals. He grabbed his left nut and squeezed it between his fingers. “See?”

“You sure it’s not a fake?” Colin chuckled before smacking Tyler’s testicles with the palm of his hand.

Tyler roared with a mixture of surprise, pain and laughter.

“Nope, not a fake”, Colin laughed.

Tyler grinned, wiggling his hips, making his genitals smack against his thighs. “Balls of steel”, he chuckled as the sound of his ballsack clapping against his thigh echoed through the room.

Ben raised his eyebrows. He got up, adjusting his crotch, and looked at Tyler. “There’s only one pair of balls of steel”, he grinned. “And that’s mine.” With that, he dropped his pants, revealing his impressive genitalia.

“I smell a competition coming”, Colin grinned.

Tyler chuckled. “All I smell is a pair of sweaty, weak balls.” He nodded at Ben’s crotch with a smirk.

Ben let out a laugh. “You’re not talking about these, are you?” He grabbed the neck of nutsack, pressing its contents to the bottom and making his big balls bulge obscenely. “These”, he grinned, wiggling his nuts at Tyler, “are anything but weak. Balls of steel, my friend, balls of steel!”

Tyler chuckled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Ben grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

 “Yea---“

“Alright”, Colin sighed. “This is going nowhere.” He got up and put his hands on the two studs’ shoulders. “Take your clothes off. Let’s have a good, old-fashioned nutshot competition.”

Ben and Tyler looked at each other.

Both of them were brimming with confidence.

“Alright”, Ben grinned, taking off his tank top and revealing his muscular chest. Without breaking eye contact, he started flexing his muscles, showing off his powerful arms, chest and abs.

Tyler grinned, following Ben’s lead and taking off his shirt before striking a couple of poses. His pubes were neatly trimmed and he had a nice, even tan without any tanlines.

Colin chuckled as he watched the two naked hunks trying to impress each other with their muscular bodies.

“Okay, guys”, Colin grinned. He reached into his pocket and produced a coin. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads”, Tyler said without taking his eyes off Ben, a cocky smirk on his face.

Colin tossed the coin. “You go first”, he smiled at Tyler.

Tyler chuckled. “Let’s see what those your balls are made off…”

“Steel”, Ben grinned confidently. “Wait and see.”

Tyler laughed and brought his leg back before slamming it into Ben’s crotch. His instep collided with Ben’s tender testicles, ramming them into his body and crushing flat them like pancakes.

Ben let out a cough and his face contorted in pain. In a valiant effort not to double over, he slowly put his hands on his hips in a deliberately casual pose. His fingertips turned white as he pressed them against his body. “Balls of steel”, he said in a strained voice. “Told you so.”

Tyler laughed. He spread his legs and lowered his upper body, offering up his balls for Ben.

Ben took the invitation and kicked Tyler’s nuts as hard as he could.

Tyler’s eyes twitched and he let out a wheezing groan.

Colin watched him, grinning from ear to ear. “Everything okay?”

“Perfect”, Tyler whispered, the slight trembling in his voice speaking volumes. He took a step back and kicked Ben’s nuts hard.

A loud slap echoed through the room as Ben’s hefty nuggets were slammed into his body.

Ben’s eyes lost focus for a brief moment and he let out a deep grunt.

“Balls of steel my ass”, Tyler grinned.

They went back and forth, kicking each others’ nuts with all the force they could muster. With every blow to their manhood, their brave fa├žades crumbled a little more.

The cocky grin was less convincing with every kick, the proud posture vanished, and the moans and groans grew louder and louder.

Yet neither Tyler nor Ben was willing to give up and accept defeat.

Instead, they tried to mask their pain by mocking their opponent.

“Say goodbye to your sex life”, Ben grunted before delivering a hard kick to Tyler’s rapidly swelling nuts, eliciting an anguished groan as Tyler’s spuds were squashed into his body.

Tyler retaliated with a nut-crushing snap-kick to Ben’s sore testicles, making him scream in agony. “Doesn’t sound like steel to me”, Tyler grinned weakly, rubbing his own balls as Ben doubled over, clutching his crotch.

Colin was sitting on the sofa, leaning back and laughing, as he watched his buddies wreck each others’ most precious possessions. “You have to go harder”, he encouraged them, a wide grin on his face.

The two naked studs gritted their teeth and continued assaulting each others’ babymakers with hard, relentless kicks. Despite the pain in their nuggets, their dicks were rock hard and pointing at the ceiling. There was something about crushing another guy’s nuggets that worked like a natural aphrodisiac for them. Maybe it was the feeling of superiority, maybe it was the possibility of eliminating a potential rival from the gene pool, maybe it was just the sight of excruciating pain on a buddy’s face – whatever it was, it worked for Ben and Tyler.

“Okay”, Colin said after a while. “This is going nowhere. Maybe we should just call it a day…”

Ben and Tyler stared at him.

They were both doubled over, their naked bodies wet with sweat, their faces contorted in pain.

“What?” Ben grunted.

“No way”, Tyler groaned.

“Let’s agree that both of you have balls of steel”, Colin suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

Ben and Tyler looked at each other.

Tyler’s eyes narrowed. “You want to chicken out?”

Ben blinked. “I’m not chickening out.”

“Me neither”, Tyler grunted.

Colin chuckled. “Guys, are you sure you want to go on with this? Let me quote my gandma: It’s all fun and games until someone loses a nut.”

Ben and Tyler were still staring at each other.

“It’s your call”, Tyler said.

“Balls of steel”, Ben replied as confident as possible.

“More like balls of tinfoil”, Tyler mused.

“Fuck you”, Ben laughed.

“Fuck you!” Tyler grinned.

“No, seriously, when I’m done with you I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week!” Ben smirked.

Tyler chuckled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Ben grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

 “Yea---“

“Guys”, Colin interrupted them. “Frankly, I---“

“Hey”, Tyler said, raising his hand. “We’re in the middle of a serious negotiation here.”

Colin raised his eyebrows.

“Loser gets fucked?” Tyler said, looking at Ben.

“Loser gets fucked”, Ben grinned, jerking his hard cock a couple of times.

“I hope your asshole can take a fat cock like this”, Tyler chuckled, grabbing his meaty erection by the base and smacking it against his thigh.

“Don’t worry about my asshole”, Ben grinned. “It’s your hole you should be worried about.” He laughed. “I’m gonna split you wide open.”

Tyler glanced at Ben’s crotch and shrugged. “I’ve had bigger ones…”

Ben blinked.

“Much bigger”, Tyler chuckled, a cocky grin on his face.

A split-second later, Ben’s fingers wrapped around Tyler’s nuts and he started squeezing hard.

Tyler let out an anguished grunt and grabbed Ben’s fat low-hangers in a vice-like grip.

Colin burst out laughing as Tyler and Ben squeezed each others’ nuts as hard as they could.

Ben’s balls were bulging between Tyler’s strong fingers, looking like they were trying to escape Tyler’s grip. But there was no escape.

Ben was screaming from the top of his lungs while squishing and squashing Tyler’s precious nuts with his own hands.

Tyler was gritting his teeth, grunting and groaning in agony as his babymakers were crunched between Ben’s fingers.

Their dicks were twitching and throbbing, swinging back and forth and smacking against their hard, muscular abs.

“Fuck”, Tyler screamed as Ben dug his fingernails into the tender flesh of his testicles.

Ben let out a high-pitched squeal as Tyler flattened his nuts in his hand.

Suddenly, Tyler’s breathing quickened. “Oh god”, he grunted. “Oh my fucking god.”

Ben twisted his nuts viciously, making Tyler’s eyes cross as he let out a gurgling cough.

Tyler gasped for air. “Oh my god, I think I’m gonna---“

A second later, his dick erupted with a huge spurt of creamy cum that splattered against Ben’s abs. Ben squeezed Tyler’s busy balls harder and harder as Tyler’s grip on Ben’s nuts loosened a bit.

A jubilant smile on his face, Ben continued squishing and squashing Tyler’s nuts as jet after jet of salty jizz shot out of Tyler’s cock in a seemingly endless fountain of precious spunk.

Tyler was panting and moaning, his handsome face contorted in a curious mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Now you’re fucked!” Ben grunted. He pulled Tyler’s hand away from his crotch. Then he yanked Tyler’s balls down, making him scream from the top of his lungs while his dick was spitting out spurt after spurt of thick, creamy semen.

“Holy shit, what a gusher”, Colin laughed.

Indeed, Tyler’s balls seemed bottomless. He continued shooting his load as Ben shoved him to the ground and turned him on his back.

“Come on, help me”, Ben grunted at Colin. “Spread those fucking cheeks.”

Colin chuckled and leaned over, spreading Tyler’s butt cheeks and exposing his puckered hole.

Ben’s hand was covered in Tyler’s cum and he wiped it onto Tyler’s hole before shoving two of his fingers into it, stretching it and lubing it at the same time.

Tyler’s dick was wedged between the ground and his own body as cum continued to sputter out.

Ben chuckled and rammed his knee between Tyler’s thighs, crushing his nuts hard.

Tyler screamed in a comically high-pitched voice, making both Colin and Ben laugh out loud.

Ben scooped up some more of Tyler’s cum and lubed up his dick with a couple of quick strokes. Then he slapped the head of it against Tyler’s hole. “Brace yourself for a big fucking cock”, Ben grinned before ramming his hard dick in, burying it to the hilt.

Colin grimaced in sympathy, watching Ben’s dick slide into Tyler’s hole as he held his cheeks apart.

“Tighter than I imagined”, Ben grunted, pounding Tyler’s hole, slamming his dick all the way in before pulling out and ramming it back in.

Tyler was grunting and groaning as Ben’s dick stimulated his prostate, and the second orgasm started right after the first one ended.

At the same time, Ben unloaded the contents of his balls deep inside Tyler, flooding him with his creamy juice, filling him up with his cum while pounding his hole.

Finally, Ben pulled his dick out, his face beaming with excitement and joy.

“Fuck yeah”, he chuckled, looking down at Tyler’s gaping hole, cum leaking out of it and running over his bruised and swollen balls. “Fuck yeah”, he repeated, grabbing Tyler’s balls with both of his hands.

Tyler’s second orgasm wasn’t over yet. Cum was flowing out of his cock.

Colin grinned and massaged Tyler’s ass cheeks, pushing Ben’s cum back into Tyler’s gaping hole with his fingers, while Ben was squeezing Tyler’s nuts, his thumbs digging deep into the core of Tyler’s tender babymakers.

Tyler was groaning and moaning, his face flat on the ground, as his buddies worked over his asshole and his balls. His black hair was wet with sweat and his horn rimmed glasses were foggy.

Ben squeezed Tyler’s nuts as hard as he could. He looked down at the two bloated spuds, pressing his thumbs into the meaty orbs. His face spread into a grin. He looked at Colin and grinned. “Who needs two, right?”

Colin looked back at him, a quizzical expression on his face.

“What?” Tyler croaked.

“You said it yourself, buddy”, Ben grinned. “Who needs two?”

Colin chuckled. He reached into his pocket and produced his phone, activating the camera and pointing it at Tyler’s sack. “This is gonna get interesting…”

“Wait a minute”, Tyler groaned.

“Lefty or righty?” Ben smiled, running his thumbs in circles on Tyler’s meatballs.

“I--- I--- I---“ Tyler stuttered.

“Lefty or righty?” Ben repeated. “Or do you want to let me choose?”

Colin laughed. “Piece of advice: Don’t let him choose. He’ll take both of them…”

Ben chuckled.

“Lefty”, Tyler whispered, his voice filled with fear, excitement, pain and curiosity.

“Alright”, Ben grinned. “Goodbye, lefty.”

With that, Ben grabbed Tyler’s left testicle with both of his hands, squeezing as hard as he could.

Tyler screamed from the top of his lungs.

“Almost there”, Ben grinned, squeezing harder and harder, squashing Tyler’s left nut with both of his hands.

Tyler’s body started bucking and his voice cracked.

“Almost there”, Ben repeated, crushing Tyler’s nut flat with his strong hands. “Yup, I can feel it. It’s starting to give. We’re almost there. Can you feel it, buddy?”

Instead of an answer, Tyler let out a hoarse grunt.

Colin burst out laughing. “I think he can feel it.”

“Yeah, I think so, too”, Ben grinned, grinding Tyler’s nut between his fingers.

Ben gritted his teeth, hellbent on destroying Tyler’s testicle. “Here…”

Tyler let out a blood-curdling scream.

“…we…”

Tyler’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“…go!”

Tyler’s dick erupted in another mind-blowing orgasm as his left nut burst into a dozen pieces.

Tyler gasped for air, his eyes clenched shut.

“Oh fuck, feels like chunky peanut butter”, Ben laughed.

“Really?” Colin chuckled. He reached over and poked at Tyler’s nutsack. “Holy shit, you are right.”

They burst out laughing.

“Look at his fucking cock”, Ben chuckled, pointing at the steady flow of cum that was streaming out of Tyler’s raging erection. “I’ve never seen anyone cum like that.” He smacked Tyler’s half-empty sack with the palm of his hand.

Tyler let out a miserable groan.

“Smile for the camera”, Colin laughed, pointing his phone at Tyler’s sweaty, pain-contorted face.

***

Ben and Tyler roared with laughter.

The two muscular jocks were sitting on the couch in the basement of their dorm, their eyes fixed on the big TV screen as they cringed in sympathy, clutching their crotches while laughing riotously.

“Let’s watch it again”, Tyler laughed.

They went silent as they watched the final seconds of Tyler’s left testicle on the screen.

There was an almost inaudible SQUELCH as Ben’s strong fingers turned Tyler’s tough nut into meat paste.

Tyler and Ben burst out laughing.

“I love that sound”, Tyler chuckled, rubbing his crotch where his remaining nut was dangling alone in his nutsack.

Ben pressed the pause button on the remote control and turned to Tyler. “So how did it feel?”

Tyler chuckled. “It was pretty awesome. I saw my sex life flashing before my eyes, and then there was a moment of complete silence. And it felt like an eternity. And then…” He shrugged. “SQUELCH.” He chuckled.

Ben glanced at Tyler’s crotch. “Do you miss it?”

Tyler shrugged. “It was kinda nice having two”, he grinned. “You know, I always had a spare one.” He reached inside his sweatpants and pulled out his half-filled sack.

Ben chuckled. “Looks kinda lonely.”

Tyler looked down at his nut. “Depends on how you look at it. It’s a ‘half empty/half full’ situation.”

Ben laughed. “You gotta be careful with it”, he grinned. “Or it will turn into a ‘completely empty’ situation…”

“Don’t worry, it’s a tough little fucker”, Tyler laughed. “It’s still a ball of steel.”

“You sure?” Ben chuckled. He balled his fist and sent it smashing into Tyler’s last nut, ramming it into his body.

Tyler let out an anguished grunt and doubled over, grimacing in pain and laughing at the same time.

Ben pressed a button on the remote control and the destruction of Tyler’s left testicle filled the screen again.

SQUELCH!

Tyler burst out laughing. “Damn, I love that sound!”
 

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Video links: Nutball mania (1)


This will probably not be a big surprise for you: I'm a huge fan of the popular high-performance sport that is nutball. I've written numerous stories featuring this wonderful game (The Ballbusting Olympics: NutballFun and games: NutballNaked Nutball Tournament among others) and I shared a couple of my favorite videos from the web (Boys just wanna have fun - Nutball Edition 1 and Nutball Edition 2). And still I can't get enough of it.

To my great delight I am not the only one who is in love with the game, and it seems that generation after generation of reckless guys discovers the thrill and the fun of nutball. Here are some more of my favorite nutball clips from the web...

The guys in the first clip call it "Ballsack Dodgeball" which is kinda funny because dodging the ball is not the point of the game - and it's not even a option when you are sitting just a few feet apart with your legs spread... But don't let the misleading name fool you, these guys play it just like it's supposed to be played. After they're done, they decide that their balls are not in enough pain, so they finish themselves off by dropping shoes on their crotches. Well played, boys!

Monday, May 16, 2016

Final poll: Special Guest Star 5


Wow. More than 750 votes have been counted in our poll to determine the next Special Guest Star. That's absolutely amazing and I'm pretty sure it's a new record for this blog...

Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll!

Here are the results (more than one answer was possible):

Ezra Miller   0%
Fabrizio Moretti   0%
Conor Maynard   0%
Brock O'Hurn   1%
Jonathan Groff   2%
Lionel Messi   2%
Domic Cooper   3%
Kit Harington   3%
Tom Hiddleston   3%
Cody Saintgnue   3%
Harry Judd   4%
Ashton Kutcher   5%
Michael Willett   5% 
Russell Rovey   6%
Jack Falahee   6% 
Zayn Malik   7%
Taron Egerton   8%
Jake Gyllenhaal   8%
Ross Lynch   9%
Steven R. McQueen   9%

Shawn Mendes   11%
Tom Daley   14%
Chris Hemsworth   22%
Jensen Ackles   23%
Jared Padalecki   23%
DC vs. Marvel Edition: Henry Cavill and Chris Evans   25%
Andrew Garfield   27%

Chris Evans   30%
Flash vs. Arrow Edition: Grant Gustin and Stephen Amell   30%
Nick Jonas   30%
Justin Timberlake   33%
Justin Bieber   34%

It has been a very close race at the top, so we'll have another poll including only the top five candidates to determine the winner. This time, you only have one vote.

Here are your choices again (in alphabetical order with the special option at the bottom):

Justin Bieber
Chris Evans
Nich Jonas
Justin Timberlake
Flash vs. Arrow Edition: Grant Gustin and Stephen Amell
The poll is open until June 14th. 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.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Family affairs: Daddy's boy

I wrote this story together with our reader Cal. We had a great time writing this story, and we hope you enjoy it!


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Logan slammed the door of his car shut and marched up the driveway.

He was so fucking horny.

The 18 year old high school senior ran his hand through his short blond hair and let out an annoyed grunt. He had just been at his girlfriend's where they had planned to spend the night. But in the middle of one of the most amazing blowjobs Logan had ever received, one of Ashley's friends had shown up on her doorstep. An emergency. Probably a broken nail or a hairstyle mishap or something like that. Anyway, Ashley had kicked him out to be with her friend.

Her voice was ringing in his head. "She needs me. I'll make up for it, I promise."

Logan groaned.

He was so fucking horny.

He adjusted his raging erection in his loose chinos and opened the door. The scent of booze and cigars hit him.

"That's all I need", Logan mumbled.

With his mom away on business and Logan out of the picture, his father had invited some of his friends to watch ESPN.

The guys in the living room turned their heads.

Bradley, Logan's father, was 38 years old, a handsome, muscular man with dark blond hair. He was wearing chinos and a t-shirt. "Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you'd spend the night at Ashley's."

"Yeah, well, I changed my plans", Logan mumbled, rolling his eyes.

His father's friends chuckled.

"You can watch the game with us", Bradley smiled.

Logan looked at his father's friends.

Marco Lombardi was the father of one of Logan's worst enemy from a rival high school. With his black hair and his dark eyes, it was obvious that Jackson had inherited his father's looks. Even though he was in his mid-forties, Mr. Lombardi still had the aura of a lothario. He liked to wear smart clothes and Italian leather shoes. Every time Logan looked at Mr. Lombardi, he saw Jackson, the guy who had stolen his girlfriend and tried everything to humiliate him. Mr. Lombardi was a decent guy - even though Mrs. Lombardi probably begged to differ - but Logan couldn't help but hate him.

Next to him was Coach Sobolta, a bulky guy in his early fifties. He was wearing scrubby jeans and a t-shirt. A baseball cap was sitting on his head, hiding his greying hair. He was smoking a cigar and staring at the TV screen. Every student at Bartlett High was afraid of Frank Sobolta. Since he was one of Logan's father's friends, Logan knew his other side, his dry humor and his refreshing grasp of a teenager's plights.

Logan grimaced. He'd rather go back to Ashley's and listen to the two girls exchanging make-up tips than spend the evening with his dad, Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta. "No, thanks." He slammed the door shut and headed for his room.

"No reason to make the door pay for it", Mr. Lombardi chuckled.

Logan stopped and rolled his eyes. "You know, this is my house so---"

"Technically", Bradley chuckled, "it's my house. And Marco is right."

Logan groaned and walked back to the door. He opened it and closed it again. "Better?"

Bradley let out a laugh. "What's eating you, son?"

Logan glared at his father. "Nothing, dad."

"He's got a bad case of blue balls", Coach Sobolta muttered without looking away from the screen, the cigar in his mouth. "Just look at his fucking boner."

Bradley and Mr. Lombardi burst out laughing.

Logan blushed with embarrassment and anger and held his hands in front of his crotch.

"Ashley didn't put out?" Bradley chuckled.

"Dad!" Logan groaned.

"Is she back together with Jackson again?" Mr. Lombardi grinned.

Logan shot him an angry look.

"Hey!" Bradley jumped up. "Is she?"

"Oh, just leave the kid alone", Coach Sobolta mumbled, chewing on his cigar.

Bradley walked up to Logan. "Hey, Logan, is Ashley---"

"No, she isn't", Logan groaned, rolling his eyes. "Will you shut the fuck up about it?!"

"The kid's got a foul mouth", Coach Sobolta chuckled.

Bradley grinned. "Why don't you go to your room and jerk off?"

Coach Sobolta and Mr. Lombardi burst out laughing.

Logan stared at his father. Even though that was exactly what he was planning to do, he felt his anger rising. On the spur of the moment he brought his leg back and kicked his father in the crotch as hard as he could.

Bradley let out a surprised gasp. He stared at his son, his eyes widening as the pain set in. Grimacing in agony, he doubled over and sank to his knees.

Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta jumped up from their seats.

"Hey, kid, calm down", Coach Sobolta grunted, grabbing Logan's shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Lombardi squatted down next to Bradley.

Bradley let out a long groan.

"You really crunched your father's nuts", Coach Sobolta mumbled. "I guess you want to remain an only child, huh?"

Logan was torn between remorse and defiance. He opted for the latter. "It's not my fault that his balls are made of glass."

Coach Sobolta smacked the back of Logan's head. "That's enough."

"Don't you hit me!" Logan spat.

Coach Sobolta glared at him. "Listen, kid. Apologize to your father."

Logan stared at the ceiling.

Mr. Lombardi helped Bradley up. "It's okay, Frank", Bradley groaned. "Let him go."

Coach Sobolta ignored him. "Apologize. Now."

Logan looked at his father. Then he brought his leg back, aiming another hard kick at Bradley's nuts.

Bradley managed to jump away at the last second, avoiding another nut-crunching hit.

Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta grabbed Logan's arms.

"Okay", Coach Sobolta said sternly. "Bradley, your kid needs to be taught a lesson!"

Bradley rubbed his aching balls. "You think?"

Coach Sobolta stared at him.

Bradley groaned. "Yeah, you're probably right..."

Coach Sobolta nodded gravely. "Just look at that fucking boner", he grumbled. "He's like a dog in heat. Unpredictable. Destructive." He clicked his tongue and reached between Logan's legs, squeezing his prominent boner that was straining the fabric of his chinos.

Logan let out an annoyed grunt.

"See? Now he's barking like a dog, too", Coach Sobolta chuckled.

The three older men laughed.

"Hey what the fuck, let go of me", Logan struggled against their hold.

"Gonna learn a lesson kid", Coach pushed Logan's leg further and stepped on his shoe to keep his leg spread.

Seeing what he was doing, Mr. Lombardi quickly followed suit.

"Why don't you do the honors, Bradley? He is your son after all", Coach said.

Bradley chuckled. "You mean..."

"Yeah, just hit him in the nuts", Coach Sobolta nodded.

"It's just fair", Mr. Lombardi chimed in. "He started it..."

"What?! No, dad!" Logan pulled and tugged at the hands holding him.

"Shut up", Mr. Lombardi slammed his fist into Logan's bulge.

The pain was heavy and thick, making Logan's knees buckle under him and he groaned. "Fuck."

Coach snorted, "Save some for Bradley."

Bradley stood up, rubbing a hand over his basket and grimacing. "I'm sorry I have to do this son." He walked up to Logan and slammed his knee into Logan's defenseless groin.

Logan let out a miserable groan. His knees met and he would have doubled over if it hadn't been for his father's friends who kept him upright. His face contorted in pain, Logan moaned, "Daaaad."

Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta chuckled.

Bradley had a weak grin on his face. "Sorry, son."

"Go on, hit him again", Coach Sobolta grunted.

"He's still got that boner", Mr. Lombardi chuckled. "You've got to kick some sense into that boy..."

Bradley smiled at Logan. "It's for your own good, son." With that, he brought his leg back and kicked Logan's nuts with all the force he could muster. Bradley's foot connected with Logan's package with a dull thud, lifting him off the ground as he screamed in agony.

Coach Sobolta and Mr. Lombardi couldn't hold him any longer and Logan crashed to the ground, curling up in a ball and clutching his aching balls.

The three men looked down at him.

"Do you think he's learned his lesson?" Mr. Lombardi said slowly.

Bradley scratched his head.

Coach Sobolta puffed on his cigar. He adjusted his baseball cap and leaned down, rolling Logan on his back. He opened Logan's belt and pulled down his chinos.

Logan's dick was fat and hard, and impossible to hide, even though Logan tried.

"I don't think so", Coach Sobolta muttered, slowly shaking his head. "I don't think so..."

Bradley shrugged. "But what are we..." His voice trailed off as Coach Sobolta grabbed Logan and threw him onto the couch, his legs hanging over the arm rest.

Then he closed his fist around the neck of Logan's sack, pulling him up by his balls.

Logan screamed in agony.

"Go on", Coach Sobolta nodded at Bradley, his cigar bobbing up and down in his mouth.

Bradley chuckled and balled his fist. He sent it crashing down on Logan's trapped balls, smashing them flat.

Logan let out an anguished wail.

Coach Sobolta nodded at Bradley, prompting him to punch Logan's nuts once more, squashing the two meaty nuggets flat like pancakes.

Logan's dick twitched as he screamed from the top of his lungs.

"That's it", Coach Sobolta chuckled.

Logan was squirming and writhing.

Coach Sobolta pulled him up by his balls before turning him around and yanking his arms up behind his back.

"Go on", Coach Sobolta grunted, holding Logan in place. "Punch his nuts."

Bradley chuckled and punched Logan's balls as hard as he could.

His son wailed in agony.

"Wanna help me, Marco?" Bradley turned to Mr. Lombardi who shrugged and smashed his fist into Logan's bare balls with a resounding smack.

Logan let out a high-pitched squeal.

"Bullseye", Coach Sobolta chuckled.

He slapped Logan's meaty balls in his hand lightly and grinned at the little whimpers Logan made with each slap.

Mr. Lombardi pushed Coach Sobolta's hand away and slammed his knee into Logan's balls. "Forgot how good it was to knee a man's balls into him. Think the last time I did it was to your poor nuts, Bradley."

Logan shriek became a whine as Mr. Lombardi kept pressing his knee forward.

"I remember that, almost thought you'd broken them once", Bradley raised his brows. "Leave at least one ball left, I want grandkids some day."

Mr. Lombardi finally let go.

Logan flopped onto the couch whimpering, and just laying their.

"Look at that Bradley, I think your son wanted this all along," Coach Sobolta raised Logan's balls. Precum dripped down Logan's shaft and covered his balls. "You should help him clear out, guess he really is a dog." He turned Logan over.

Logan's face was flushed and his dick throbbed, precum spilling from his slit.

"Looks like he really needs a hand, Bradley", Mr. Lombardi smirked.

Bradley slammed his fist into Logan's balls, they felt soft under him, sinking into the couch. He went for another, and then another, working Logan's balls hard.

Logan cried out, his dick twitched and shot, thick cum spurting against his stomach and some even getting on Bradley. "Fuck!" He gasped, his dick twitching one last time. He was still hard, his fat boner lying in a pool of sticky cum on his body.

"Might need one more. Looks like his balls were packing a lot of cum", Coach Sobolta grinned.

Bradley chuckled and slapped Logan's balls, "I dunno he looks pretty sore already."

Coach Sobolta grabbed Logan's fat cock and squeezed the sensitive mushroom head with his thumb, pressing out another drop of cum. "Yup. There's a lot more where that came from." He shook his head and chuckled. "Teenagers..."

Logan groaned as his father smacked his spent babymakers. "Dad", he groaned. "Please..."

"See?" Coach Sobolta chuckled. "He's begging for it."

The men laughed.

Logan's eyes widened. "No, that's not what I---"

Bradley's fist met Logan's sore nuts, driving them into his body.

Logan let out an anguished roar.

"You have to go harder", Coach Sobolta chuckled. "You always have to go harder the second time..."

Bradley frowned and wrapped a hand around Logan's dick.

Coach Sobolta chuckled. "That's almost as big as your monster, Bradley."

Bradley grinned. "Not quite, but close."

Coach Sobolta shook his head, "I guess it runs in the family." Chewing on his cigar, he glanced at the TV screen where the game was going on. "Come on, get it over with."

Bradley slammed his fist into Logan's balls. He stroked the thick dick in his hand.

"Oh!" Logan yelled, pain and pleasure mixing, precum leaking from the tip of his dick.

Mr. Lombardi and Coach Sobolta were holding Logan down as Bradley stroked Logan's dick faster and faster while punching Logan's balls hard again and again and again.

The sound of his knuckles connecting with the Logan's meaty nuggets echoed through the living room.

On the TV screen, the crowd was going wild as quarterback was running towards the endzone.

Logan's dick was throbbing and twitching in Bradley's hand. Bradley's punches increased with all the force he could muster.

Bradley let out a grunt. "Come on, Logan, spill that cum."

Finally, as the crowd on TV erupted in cheers and applause, celebrating an amazing touchdown, Logan's dick shot another thick, juicy load of cum high into the air.

Logan moaned in pleasure, mixed signals making his his hips rock forward.

Bradley kept the stroking through rope after rope of gooey spunk that splattered out of Logan's dick, covering the both of them in jizz, "That's it, get it all out," He squeezed the head.

"Not exactly what I was thinking, but good way to get the cum out." Coach Sobolta muttered.

Both he and Mr. Lombardi took a step back to avoid getting hit by any cum.

Logan was moaning and groaning, his dick spurting and sputtering.

Bradley smirked and stroked his boys oversensitive dick faster, and continued punching his balls once more squashing every last drop of cum out of his son's babymakers.

"Look at all that cum, your son's quite a bull", Mr. Lombardi laughed.

Finally, Logan's orgasm subsided and he curled up in a ball, moaning in agony.

Bardley let go of Logan's cock with reluctance, rubbing a thumb against the flushed and puffy slit one last time and making his son gasp in pleasure.

Bradley wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Logan's spunk was dripping down his chin. He licked his lips and tasted the spunk, "Not bad, tastes like your old man."

Logan groaned.

"Good job, good job", Coach Sobolta mumbled, patting Bradley's shoulder absent-mindedly as his eyes were fixed on the TV screen where the opposing team was threatening to even the score.

The men spent the rest of the evening watching TV, ignoring Logan who was nursing his battered, drained balls.

After Coach Sobolta and Mr. Lombardi had left, Bradley fetched a bag of ice and a can of beer for Logan. He couldn't help giving one last tug between Logan's legs.

Logan moaned and spread his legs but then winced.

Bradley let go and offered the icepack.

They sat side by side in silence for a while, drinking beer and watching boring pundits discuss the game on TV.

Finally, Logan opened his mouth. "Sorry", he mumbled, adjusting the ice bag on his crotch.

Bradley chuckled.

"I acted like an asshole", Logan continued, lifting the ice bag to look at his crotch. His balls were swollen and red.

"Everything okay down there?" Bradley grinned, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

Logan chuckled. "Well, I don't think I'll give you any grandkids anytime soon..."

Bradley laughed and smacked his son's swollen balls with the palm of his hand.

Logan groaned and doubled over in pain. "Daaad!"

"Learned your lesson, son?" Bradley grinned.

Logan groaned. "What's that, dad?"

Bradley shrugged. "If your girl doesn't put out jerk off in your car. Or you'll get your cock milked by your dad."

They looked at each other in silence for a moment.

Then they burst out laughing.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Video links: Bollywood balls (4)


Once again it's time to have a look at the wonderfully whacky ballbusting scenes from Indian movies and TV shows. Special thanks, as always, to the anonymous reader who has provided me with a lot of links!

Today's first clip is from the popular superhero action comedy Ra.One. In the following scene, a father tries to impress his son by performing a dancing hommage to Michael Jackson. For the finale, he does the splits - and judging from the sound effect, he completely shatters his marbles... Let's just say that his son is less than impressed...

Monday, May 9, 2016

What's the story? (6)


That's an intriguing position, isn't it? Hmm... I wonder what's going on in that picture. Who are these guys and what are they doing? And who's standing behind the camera, waiting to step into the picture and do something with this lovely pair of nutsacks?

Instead of writing the story myself I would like to turn this picture over to you: What do you think is happening? What's the story about this picture?

Share your thoughts and leave a comment or send me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org) - no matter if it's a long story or just a few words! I'd love to hear from you! :-))

Previous posts:
What's the story? (1)
What's the story? (2)
What's the story? (3)
What's the story? (4)
What's the story? (5)

Friday, May 6, 2016

Happy feet (Pat meets Logan and Ben)

Special thanks to Pat for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves getting beaten up by hot guys!) 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.




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

“This is going to be so much fun”, Ben chuckled. The muscular 20 year old adjusted his crotch. He was wearing blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt and brown dress shoes. “We’re going to make that sucker very happy…” He ran his hand through his black hair and laughed.

Logan grinned. “You bet.” He was dressed similar to Ben, with blue jeans, a white t-shirt and black dress shoes. He was two years younger than Ben, a handsome 18 year old with short blond hair.

They were driving in Logan’s car. Two big, heavy bags were sitting in the back seat.

Logan pulled into a parking lot and they got out of the car, taking the bags with them.

A couple of weeks ago, Logan had met a guy at a party who had taken a curious interest in his feet. Logan had initially been amused by the guy’s fascination, and, as the party went on, he had allowed him to sniff his shoes. When the guy called him a couple of days later to hire him for a trampling session, Logan had gladly accepted. All he had to do was walk all over the guy, jump on him, kick his nuts and let him lick his shoes. It was easy money.

This was the second session the guy had booked, and Logan had decided to have a little fun with him.

Now Logan and Ben were standing in front of the house, and Logan rang the doorbell.

A tall, muscular guy opened the door.

“Hi, Pat”, Logan grinned. “I brought a friend, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all”, Pat smiled, giving Ben the once-over.

“Nice to meet you”, Ben said with a wide grin.

Pat was 21 years old, a handsome young man with brown hair and a great body. He looked at Logan.

“Don’t worry about the money”, Logan said with a smile. “You’ll get two for the price of one…”

“Awesome”, Pat chuckled. “Come on in.” He was shirtless, wearing loose fitting lounge pants.

Ben and Logan entered Pat’s apartment.

When Pat got something to drink, Logan leaned over to Ben and whispered, “Look at his crotch. He’s already hard. I bet he can’t wait to get trampled by us…”

Ben chuckled.

Pat returned, carrying two glasses. An impressive erection was tenting his pants.

Logan winked at Ben.

Ben laughed.

As Pat stood in front of him, offering him a glass, Ben brought his leg back and kicked Pat in the nuts. There was a loud smack, indicating that Pat was freeballing inside his lounge pants, followed by a long groan as Pat doubled over.

Ben and Logan took the glasses from him, allowing him to grab his crotch, grimacing and moaning pain.

“You’re eager to start, huh?” Pat said in a hoarse voice, rubbing his genitals.

“No time to lose”, Logan grinned. “We’ve just got an hour to break your fucking body.”

Pat nodded, grunting in pain. “I like your shoes…”

Ben and Logan laughed.

“Take your clothes off”, Logan said. “Show my friend what we’re dealing with.”

Pat complied, taking off his pants and revealing a nice, hard cock and a pair of low-hanging balls. He had a great body with muscles in all the right places. The bruises from the last trampling session with Logan had completely healed.

“Down”, Logan said with a wide smile.

Pat’s dick twitched in anticipation and he jerked it a couple of times.

“Get down, fucker!” Ben barked.

Pat grinned and lay down on the floor. His boner was pointing straight at the ceiling, the tip glistening with precum. The prospect of experiencing not one but two guys walking all over his body, stepping onto his face, his arms, his stomach and his chest, crushing his dick and balls under their soles, was tremendously exciting and intimidating at the same time. He had had trampling sessions before – but never with two guys.

“What are you waiting for”, Pat grinned, looking up at Logan and Ben, his eyes beaming.

Ben looked at Logan, raising his eyebrows. “Who’s calling the shots around here?”

Logan shrugged. “We are”, he said before casually kicking Pat in the side with the tip of his foot.

Pat let out a low grunt.

“We are calling the shots”, Logan repeated, setting his foot on Pat’s chest, slowly shifting his weight, making it harder and harder for Pat to breathe. Logan looked down at him, a huge grin on his face.

“Bring it on”, Pat grunted hoarsely.

Logan and Ben chuckled.

“He thinks he’s so fucking strong”, Logan grinned. “Let’s show him how weak he is.” He stomped down on Pat’s chest, making him groan in pain. Then he brought his foot up to Pat’s face and made him kiss the sole of his dress shoe.

Ben watched him, grinning from ear to ear. “What a loser”, he chuckled.

“Wanna try?” Logan smiled at Ben, pushing down onto Pat’s face with his foot and twisting the ball of his foot on Pat’s nose and mouth.

Pat let out a soft groan.

“Hell yeah”, Ben chuckled. “Can I kick him in the ribs?”

“You can kick him anywhere you want”, Logan chuckled. “He loves it.”

Ben brought his foot back and kicked Pat’s ribs hard.

Ben and Logan looked at each other and laughed as Pat let out a grunt through his gritted teeth.

Ben’s eyes wandered to Pat’s rock-hard erection. With a derisive laugh, he kicked Pat’s cock, making little drops of precum fly all over the place. He lifted his foot and stomped down hard on Pat’s nuts, crushing them under his sole and making Pat howl in agony.

“Nice”, Logan grinned. Without any warning, he jumped onto Pat’s stomach, eliciting a miserable grunt, before rubbing his foot over Pat’s face.

In the meantime, Ben opened one of the bags and produced a pair of cleats.

“Oh, great idea!” Logan grinned and jumped off of Pat.

There were red marks on Pat’s abs from Logan’s dress shoes.

Pat was grimacing in pain, yet incredibly turned on by the situation. His dick was leaking precum like a faucet as he watched Ben and Logan change into the cleats.

The handsome boys walked around a couple of steps to get a feel for their new footwear.

“Oh, these are gonna hurt”, Ben chuckled.

Pat licked his lips and swallowed hard.

“Wanna lick them?” Logan grinned.

“Yes, please”, Pat said hoarsely.

Logan pretended to kick Pat in the face, making him wince and clench his eyes shut, bracing for the impact that didn’t happen.

Instead, Ben stomped down on Pat’s crotch, making him scream in surprise and pain. The cleats crushed his testicles flat, and Ben twisted his foot as if he was putting out a cigarette, grinding Pat’s precious nuts under his spiked sole.

Logan stood on his abs, laughing down at him, before taking a step forward and standing on Pat’s chest.

Ben looked at the marks that Logan’s cleats had left on Pat’s abs. “That looks fun”, he grinned and took Logan’s place, stepping onto Pat’s stomach.

Pat was holding his breath, his face a mask of pain, trying to cope with the weight of the two muscular hunks.

Ben and Logan were laughing and mocking him as they shifted they weight, twisting their heels on Pat’s abs and on his pecs, making sure not to neglect Pat’s sensitive nipples.

“Look at him trying to breathe”, Logan chuckled.

“So pathetic”, Ben chimed in.

“Awww, his face is all red”, Logan laughed.

“Are those tears in his eyes?” Ben roared with laughter. He turned on his heels, digging them into Pat’s abs, and rammed his foot between Pat’s thighs, slamming his heel into Pat’s precious gonads, making him gasp and cough in pain.

Suddenly, Logan jumped up.

Pat’s eyes widened in fear.

Instead of landing on Pat’s chest again, which would probably have resulted in a couple of cracked ribs, Logan landed with his feet on either side of Pat, sneering down at him as he winced and clenched his eyes shut.

Ben kicked Pat’s nuts again, driving his heel into his meaty spuds, before kicking the head of Pat’s hard cock, making him wail in agony.

Logan lifted his foot and brought it down on Pat’s face, squashing it under his sole.

When they became bored, Ben and Logan changed into their dress shoes again and continued walking all over Pat’s body.

By now, his body was covered in light bruises, and his balls were swollen and red, but his dick was still rock-hard.

“Fucking pervert”, Ben chuckled, grinding Pat’s meaty cock under his heel and eliciting a high-pitched wail from Pat.

Logan jumped onto Pat’s abs, knocking the wind out of his lungs. A second later, Ben followed Logan’s lead and jumped onto Pat’s crotch, crushing both of his testicles and his dick under his shoes.

Pat screamed from the top of his lungs.

“This is starting to hurt, huh?” Ben chuckled.

“Maybe two guys is a little too much for you?” Logan grinned.

Pat was grunting and groaning, panting and moaning. “I’m okay”, he whispered in a strained voice.

Ben and Logan burst out laughing.

Logan brought his foot up and stomped down on Pat’s face, making him cry out in agony.

“Oh, I almost forgot”, Logan chuckled, jumping off of Pat and rummaging around in the bag. “I got a little surprise…” He produced a pair of glittery red high heels.

“Holy fuck!” Ben laughed.

“Holy fuck”, Pat whispered. His bruised cock twitched.

Logan chuckled and put on the high heels before prancing around Pat, trying hard not to lose his balance.

“Come on, girl, try the catwalk”, Ben grinned and took Logan’s hand, helping him step onto Pat’s body. The sharp, pointy heels left deep red marks on Pat’s abs and chest as Logan made tiny steps, making sure to shift his weight to the back of the shoes, causing the heels to dig deep into Pat’s tender flesh.

Ben and Logan laughed at Pat’s miserable screams of pain, and Logan jumped up and down, causing Pat to squeal in pain.

Finally, Logan walked over Pat’s dick and balls to get down, making him cry out in agony.

Winking at Pat, Logan kicked his legs apart before bringing his foot back and sending it crashing into Pat’s nutsack. The pointy tip of the shoe connected with Pat’s fat right nut, squishing the tender nugget into his body.

Again and again, Logan kicked Pat’s balls with his high heels, leaning onto Ben for support while crushing Pat’s nuts as if he was trying to turn them into peanut butter.

Logan took a step back to admire his work.

There were footsteps all over Pat’s body: big and plain ones from the dress shoes, patterned ones from the cleats, and little dots from the high heels. Some of them were rosy red, others were darker, verging on purple, matching the color of Pat’s bruised, swollen ballsack. Sore spots were covering the shaft of Pat’s hard dripping dick.

“I think it’s time we finish you off”, Logan smiled. “Dress shoes or cleats?”

Pat looked up at him, his face a mask of pain. “Both”, he whispered, his dick twitching with excitement.

Logan raised his eyebrows.

“I wanna sniff your dress shoes while you’re kicking the cum out of my balls with the cleats”, Pat continued.

Logan looked at Ben and they both started laughing.

“You’re unbelievable”, Logan chuckled.

Logan and Ben changed into their cleats again.

Logan grabbed his dress shoes and threw them at Pat, hitting him in the face.

Grunting in pain, Pat reached for the shoes but Ben stepped onto his hand.

There was a loud crack and Pat squealed from the top of his lungs.

“Oops”, Ben grinned sheepishly. He stepped to the side, allowing Pat to grab his hand.

“Something broken?” Logan asked casually.

“My finger”, Pat whispered, his face contorted in pain. “I think I need a break---“

“Don’t be a pussy”, Ben shrugged. “Shit happens.” He kicked Pat’s side, making him howl in agony. He sat down behind Pat’s face, taking Pat’s head into his lap and holding his upper body down with his feet. He grabbed one of the dress shoes and pressed them against Pat’s nose and mouth. “You wanted to sniff them, so sniff them.”

Logan was standing between Pat’s spread legs and winked at Ben before launching a mean, hard kick into Pat’s bruised, swollen nuts. His cleat-clad foot connected perfectly with Pat’s fat danglers, hitting them both dead-on and eliciting a muffled shriek.

Ben held Pat’s head between his thighs, pressing the shoe against Pat’s mouth and nose, making him inhale the odor of Logan’s feet as he grunted and groaned and screamed in pain.

Logan delivered kick after nut-crunching kick to Pat’s bruised and battered genitalia, occasionally aiming for his inner thighs or his knees to mix things up before turning his attention to Pat’s plums again.

Pat’s dick was twitching violently. Precum was oozing out of its tips, coating the sore, bruised piece of meat in a sticky layer of Pat’s own juice.

“Harder! Harder!” Ben laughed, pressing the shoe into Pat’s face. “Kick the fucking cum out of his fucking nuts!”

Logan’s foot crashed into Pat’s nuts with a resounding thud.

Pat voice cracked as he screamed into the shoe.

His dick erupted with a huge spurt of cum, like a geyser shooting milky white cream. The first spurt almost hit the ceiling before raining down onto Pat’s bruised body.

As the second jet of cum shot out of Pat’s sore cock, Logan’s foot slammed into his busy babymakers, making Pat yodel in agony.

Pat’s red, swollen nuts pumped and pumped, and his dick sputtered spurt after creamy spurt of jizz up into the air while Logan was slamming his foot into the tender organs with all the force he could muster.

Ben was laughing his ass off, taking the shoe off of Pat’s face, revealing his sweaty, pain-contorted face. He smacked Pat’s face with the palm of his hand, making him howl in pain as Logan continued abusing his precious genitalia while the spurts of cum were turning into a lazy dribble.

Ben got up and raised his right arm.

Logan high-fived him, and the two handsome guys looked down at Pat, grinning from ear to ear.

Pat’s body was a mess. He was sweaty and red, covered in bruises from head to toe. His balls were bloated and swollen, the sack black and blue, the dick sore and bruised. His legs and his arms were covered in contusions, as were his stomach and his chest.

“See those footprints?” Ben chuckled.

“My doormat looks better than him”, Logan mused.

Pat’s handsome face was contorted in pain, Ben’s hand had left a mark on his right cheek. His broken finger was swollen and red.

He let out a groan.

Logan winked at Ben.

Suddenly, Logan jumped onto Pat’s chest as Ben delivered a hard kick to Pat’s tender, sore testicles.

Pat screamed from the top of his lungs. “Get off! Please! Please, I can’t take it anymore!”

Standing on Pat’s chest, Logan looked down on him, a huge grin on his face. “I hope you enjoyed it”, he smiled before stomping down on Pat’s face.

It took a little while until Pat was able to get up.

Logan and Ben waited patiently until he had found his wallet.

He handed Logan a couple of bills. His right eye was swelling rapidly.

“Better put some ice on that”, Ben grinned. “Better yet, have an ice bath…”

Pat groaned.

Logan counted the money and looked at Pat, raising his eyebrows. “That’s too much. I told you, two for the price of one.”

Pat looked from Logan to Ben and back to Logan again, smiling weakly. “Take it”, he croaked. “It was awesome.”

Logan chuckled and handed Ben his half.

“Pleasure doing business with you”, Ben grinned, grabbing Pat’s hand in a firm handshake.

Pat let out an ear-piercing squeal as his broken finger sent waves of pain through his body.

“See you next time”, Logan grinned. “Maybe I’ll bring another friend…”

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Best of the busts: April 2016


You know how much I appreciate your opinion, and I'm really happy about all the feedback I receive from you. In addition to leaving a comment or sending me an email, the easiest ways to tell me your opinion is the 5 star rating that you find at the bottom of each post, asking you to rate my posts on a scale from awful (1 star) to excellent (5 stars).

Now let's have a look at last month's posts. If you haven't read every single one of them you might want to check out one of the top picks...

The three top rated stories of April 2016:





The pain of being popular
average rating: 4.84 (37 votes)













Family affairs: Crazy cousins
average rating: 4.74 (31 votes)













Low blows and cum shots (Luis meets Leo and the twins)
average rating: 4.65 (17 votes)

The three top rated "Video links" posts of January 2016:
Boys just wanna have fun (19): 4.50 (6 votes)
Comedy gems (5): 4.40 (5 votes)
One Direction (2): 4.14 (7 votes)

Honorable mention (for posts that don't fall into either category):
Jonny Firestorm - Ball Bash Olympics 2: 4.15 (13 votes)

My personal pick:
The pain of being popular. Writing that story was a lot of fun!

And what's your personal pick?
Your feedback really means a lot to me! Tell me which of last month's stories you liked best so I can give you more of the same.

Just leave a comment or send me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org).

And don't forget to rate the posts. It's just one click. :-)

Monday, May 2, 2016

Video links: Kiss or kick (2)


A couple of months ago I shared with you my fascination with a wonderful little game called "Kiss or kick". It is a simple game:
  1. Walk up to a random girl in the street. 
  2. Convince her to play a little game of chance (like "Rock Paper Scissors" or "Coin Toss" or "Spin the Bottle").
  3. If she loses, you get to kiss her.
  4. If you lose, she (or an emissary of her choice, ideally a MMA fighter or a football player) gets to kick you in the sweetbreads.
  5. Repeat until you're sure that you'll never be able to have children.
  6. Look at your video on youtube and laugh your ass off.
Wonderful isn't it? What fascinates me the most is the risk/reward ratio. Reward = kiss a stranger = a moment of pleasure. Risk = getting hit in the sperm factory with dozens of strangers watching = at least half an hour of pain and lifelong memories of embarrassement.

It's a no-brainer, right?

Well, apparently it is, because I have found some more videos since I published that post in January. Here they are:

First up, we have a wonderful young man who enjoys the game of "Beso o patada en los huevos" so much that he did it not once but twice! Maybe the first time around wasn't painful enough?