Monday, June 29, 2015

New m/m story blog: Adventures in ballbusting

I just stumbled across an awesome new blog: Adventures in ballbusting, with m/m stories written by Nikolai. The first story has been published almost a year ago – I have no idea how I could have missed it...

I am always happy when a new writer hits the scene – and I’m especially excited when it’s someone as talented as Nikolai. He has created a couple of great characters, the story plots are hot, and I love his writing style.

As of now, there are seven stories, and I love each and every one of them!  My favorites are “The Sleepover” (published in October last year) and “Nick Jonas the masochist” (the most recent story, published yesterday).

Check out Adventures in ballbusting and have a look at the stories! And if you like a story, leave a comment and let Nikolai know – I’m sure he appreciates it! :-)

I've added the link to the links section in the left column of this blog. (If you are reading this post on your mobile device please click this link or go to the bottom of this page and choose "View web version" to see all the links.)

Friday, June 26, 2015

A matter of size

Thanks to an anonymous reader for his plot idea.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“Come on, buddy!” Kev grinned. The handsome jock put his hands on his hips and waited. . He was wearing a pair of briefs that could barely hold all that he had to offer. His big, juicy balls and his meaty dick created a rather impressive landscape of mounds in the thin white fabric. Filled to capacity with his impressive genitalia, Kev’s brightly colored briefs almost looked like he had mistakenly put on an old pair of underwear from his early teenage days. The waistband was stretched down by the weight of his fat, meaty balls and his big dick, exposing his trimmed dark pubes.

Kev looked at Ben expectantly. Like Kev, Ben was 20 years old. And like his friend, he had a muscular, tanned body. Both of them worked out on a regular basis, and it showed. Their bodies were sculptured without making them look bulky, with muscles in all the right places.

Ben reached into his boxers. The black haired stud had a cocky grin on his face as he grabbed his junk and pulled it over the waistband, letting his big dick and hefty balls tumble down. His dick was semi-hard and fattening rapidly. His big, round balls hung low in his sack, the left one hanging a bit lower than the right one.

I looked at my assistant Erik and rolled my eyes. We had planned on shooting a simple scene for our website. Kev and Ben were supposed to kick each other in the nuts a couple of times for a promo clip. Somehow, the two jocks had managed to turn this simple task into a vegetable competition.

They were like little farmer boys at the annual village Giant Pumpkin Contest, showing off their fat little buttercup squashes, each of them hoping that their little veggies outclass the competition and take the trophy.

My assistant Erik smiled back at me. “This is gonna be good”, he said with a wink.

“Probably not for Ben”, I chuckled. Kev and Ben had compared their junk a couple of times, and – unless Ben had seen a sudden growth spurt – the results had always been the same: Kev’s dick and balls were bigger than Ben’s, if only by a hairsbreadth.

But Ben was as cocky – and conceited – as ever. And he had put his moneymakers where his mouth was: He had bet his balls – and knowing Kev, he was going to be in a lot of pain soon.

“Here they are”, Ben grinned proudly. His fat cock had risen to a beautiful boner and cast a shadow over his juicy family jewels that were dangling low in his sack. “Check out these monsters. Weep, motherfucker, weep!”

Kev looked at Ben’s junk.

Then he burst out laughing.

Ben blinked.

“Nice try, little guy”, Kev chuckled. “Why don’t you spread your lights right away so we can get it over with?” He inhaled sharply, grimacing in mock-sympathy. “You’ll be in so much pain, buddy.”

Ben raised his eyebrows and looked down at his junk. He grabbed the tip of his hard dick and got it out of the way, pressing it against his hip so that he could have an unobstructed look at his most valuable possessions. “They are fucking beautiful”, he mumbled. “And they are fucking big.”

Kev chuckled. “You call those little things balls?”

Ben shifted uncomfortably.

Kev grinned. “Do you know those little things my mom takes against her migraine? What are they called again?” He looked at me.

I raised my eyebrows. “You mean globules?”

Kev burst out laughing. “That’s what they are!” He grinned triumphantly, pointing at Ben’s nuts. “Globules!”

Ben stared at them. “That’s not funny”, he mumbled. He looked down at his junk. Slowly but steadily, his erection was withering.

“Come on“, Kev chuckled and patted his buddy on the back. “Just admit it: Your tiny little raisins don’t stand a chance.” He grinned and pulled down his briefs, exposing his massive boner and his big, low-hanging balls. “Spread your legs, buddy.”

Ben’s eyes darted from Kev’s junk to his and back again. Then he looked up and turned to me, his eyes filled with desperation.

I smiled apologetically. “I’m afraid Kev’s right.”

Ben’s eyes wandered to Erik.

I looked at my assistant.

“Well”, Erik said with a grin. “I’m not sure.”

Ben’s face lit up.

“About what?” Kev said slowly.

“You see”, Erik said, “from where I’m standing Ben’s junk looks pretty decent. Maybe it is bigger than yours.”

Kev stared at Erik.

“I’m just saying”, Erik shrugged. “Maybe you need an outside opinion?”

Ben nodded his head emphatically. “Exactly!”

Erik smiled and cracked his knuckles. “Let me have a look, alright?”

“Sure!” Ben said. He put his hands behind his back and smiled brightly. His dick was slowly growing hard again.

Kev shrugged. “Alright, why not.”

Erik walked up to the two guys and got down on his knees. “Let’s see”, he mumbled. He grabbed Kev’s and Ben’s balls, making both of them inhale sharply. He weighed the two well-filled sacks in his hands. “It’s a close call…”

Ben grinned. “Well, it---“

Erik started squeezing, digging his fingertips into the tender flesh of Ben’s and Kev’s testicles.

“Shit”, Ben coughed. “Is that really necessary?”

Erik grinned. “Well, I do need to examine them to make an informed decision, right?”

“Right”, Ben said in a strained voice, grimacing in pain.

Kev was gritting his teeth, trying to take it like a man. “Well?”

Erik squeezed harder, making Kev and Ben groan in pain as their nuts were squished in Erik’s hands.

Both Ben’s and Kev’s dicks were rock hard and pointing at the ceiling. Their groans echoed through the room as their balls were viciously squeezed and kneaded by Erik.

Finally, Erik let go, allowing Kev and Ben to double over in pain. Their faces contorted in pain, they nursed their battered balls.

Erik looked up at them, a cheeky grin on his face. “Sorry, Ben”, he chuckled. “Seems like your tiny raisins don’t stand a chance against Kev’s plums…”

Ben let out an annoyed grunt.

“You heard the man”, Kev grinned weakly, rubbing his balls. “Spread your legs so I can kick your little balls in.”

Ben looked at Kev. “But---“

“No buts, buddy”, Kev interrupted him with a grin. “Looks like your little balls got you in trouble again. Now spread your legs and face the consequences.”

Ben gulped. He stood in front of Kev, bare naked, his exposed balls dangling vulnerably below his hard dick.

Kev grinned and brought his leg back. “Let’s see how many kicks it takes to pit your cherries”, he said before smashing his bare foot into Ben’s waiting balls.

Kev’s instep collided with Ben’s naked nuts, ramming them into his body with a dull thud. Ben’s eyes widened and his mouth formed a little “O”, accompanied by a long, wheezing moan.

Kev chuckled and kicked Ben’s balls again with all the force he could muster, flattening them like pancakes and eliciting a pitiful, high-pitched whimper.

Ben’s dick was hard as a rock, its tip glistening with precum.

His body was frozen in agony. His lips were trembling and his nose was twitching.

Kev’s foot slammed into Ben’s crotch once again, smashing his nuts with a resounding splat.

A little spurt of precum splattered out of Ben’s cock, violently forced out of his balls.

“Wow”, Kev laughed. “That’s a neat trick!”

Ben’s handsome face showed a bizarre mixture of extreme pain, utter horror and a strange kind of resignation.

The fourth kick found Ben’s waiting balls, smashing them hard and causing him to let out a miserable, high-pitched noise that sounded like a rusty hinge.

Ben’s rock-hard dick was twitching violently, leaking precum that dripped down in a puddle between his feet.

Kev chuckled, pointing at Ben’s balls that were starting to swell and assume a slightly unnatural red color. “You know what? When we’re finished your balls might be bigger than mine…”

Ben let out a wheezing moan.

“Looks like your little cherries have turned into nice, ripe tomatoes”, Kev mused, taking a step back. “Let’s see if we can turn them into ketchup.”

With a running start, Kev brought his foot up between Ben’s thighs. His instep connected perfectly with both of Ben’s balls, smashing them hard and flattening the two meaty orbs into his pelvis.

Ben gasped for air. His eyes filled with tears. His eyebrows rose.

Suddenly, his dick erupted with a huge spurt of cum that splattered against Kev’s muscular chest.

Kev burst out laughing.

Rope after rope of creamy spunk shot out of Ben’s twitching dick, landing on the floor and all over Kev’s body, on his face and his hair.

Ben’s knees were trembling and he sank to the ground, his cock still shooting what seemed like gallons of cum.

One spurt landed right on Kev’s balls before dripping down onto the floor.

“Hey”, Kev yelled with feigned horror. “You hit me in the nuts with your spunk!” He brought his leg back and smashed his foot into Ben’s pulsing, contracting balls.

Ben let out a miserable shriek. His dick continued emptying his swollen, battered balls all over the floor as he curled up in a ball, sobbing and moaning.

Kev watched him, chuckling. He wiped Ben’s cum off his face and spread it on Ben’s hair before turning to Erik and me with a grin. “Alright, I think we can shoot the scene now.”

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Video links: Boys just wanna have fun (7)

Hitting your buddy in the nuts for a quick laugh, that's what friends are for. And if you catch it on camera you can show it to your kids later, and maybe even his kids - if he ever has any...

The guy in the following video is a good sport about it and laughs along with his friends. Well, what else can he do...

Monday, June 22, 2015

Something to look at (16)

A few months ago I started using my tumblr account to reblog, share and post ballbusting pictures and other content of interest. Here are a few examples of original stuff I posted:

Follow me on tumblr for more original posts like that, and of course for many, many reblogged pictures, videos etc.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Cocky guy meets his master (Marc meets Xander and Shorty)

Special thanks to our reader Marc for the plot idea! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who has sworn off sex and gets off to ballbusting instead!) 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: Xander (click for pictures)

“What’s up?” Marc said with a smile. The handsome, tall 21 year old ran his hand through his light brown hair as he leaned against the bar of the crowded club. He glanced at his crotch where his manhood was bulging in his tight jeans. He looked up at the platinum-blond boy who was sitting on the barstool next to him. When he caught him staring at his prominent bulge, he chuckled. “You like what you see?”

The boy looked up and smiled. “I like it a lot”, he said softly.

Marc looked down at the guy’s crotch. Something big and hard was pressing against the thin fabric of the guy’s short-shorts.  “I can see that”, he grinned. He leaned forward and whispered into the boy’s ear. “I know a slut when I see one.”

The boy blushed.

“You want my big fat cock in your tight ass, right?” Marc whispered.

The boy shifted on his stool.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be walking bow-legged for a week”, Marc continued.

The boy giggled.

“You’d like that, huh?” Marc grinned. “My big fat cock in your tight little ass?”

The boy gulped. “Yeah”, he said hoarsely.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Marc grinned. “My place or yours?”

The boy smiled and got up. He was wearing white short-shorts and a skintight white tank top. “Let’s go”, he smiled and walked out the club.

Marc followed him, his eyes fixed on the boy’s bubble butt.

“Do you mind if I invite a friend?” the boy turned his head and smiled at Marc.

Marc grinned. “Is he as hot as you are?”

The boy smiled. “Hotter.” He grabbed Marc’s crotch and gave his bulge a playful squeeze. “He likes it rough”, he whispered. “You like it rough, too?”

Marc’s dick twitched. “Fuck yeah!”

“But I have to warn you”, the boy whispered and squeezed Marc’s bulge again. “He might wear you out…”

Marc chuckled. “Don’t worry about me. Nobody has ever worn me out…”

The boy snickered. “So you want me to invite him?”

“Sure, the more the merrier.” He grabbed his crotch and winked at the boy. “There’s more than enough for two…”

The boy licked his lips and giggled. He pulled a mobile phone out of his pocket, took a picture of Marc and pressed “Send”.


Xander looked at the picture on his phone and grinned. The guy looked perfect. This was going to be fun…

The 23 year old was in his bedroom, wearing nothing but a white dressing gown that had his initials stitched on in golden letters. His hair was blond with immaculate highlights. His skin tone and his blue eyes gave him an almost angelic look. Those who knew him, however, were well aware that Xander was anything but an angel…

Xander smiled and set up the camera.

Precisely half an hour later, the door bell rang.

Xander opened the door and looked at the two visitors.

The blond boy smiled. “His name’s Marc.”

“Good work, Shorty”, Xander said.

Shorty smiled proudly.

Marc chuckled. “Shorty?”

Xander clicked his tongue. “He didn’t tell you his name?” A mean smile spread on his face. “He’s called Shorty because he has a small dick.” He turned to Shorty. “Isn’t that right?”

Shorty blushed and looked at Marc with an almost apologetic smile.

Marc pointed at the big bulge in Shorty’s crotch. “But---“

“Yeah, we’ll get to that later”, Xander interrupted him, turned on his heels and walked into the bedroom.

Shorty followed him on his feet.

Marc raised his eyebrows. “Hey, listen”, he said.

Xander and Shorty turned around.

“What?” Xander said, walking up to Marc.

Marc was a lot taller than Xander, and he had a cocky grin on his face. “If you and your little boyfriend want to get fucked by this”, he grabbed his bulge and grinned, “you play by my rules.”

Xander stared at him.

“Get down and suck my cock, blondie”, Marc smiled and unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his big dick that slapped against his abs. Marc’s jeans slid down and revealed a nice, big pair of low-hanging balls.

Shorty looked at Marc’s fat dick and licked his lips.

Xander didn’t look down. His eyes were locked with Marc’s.

“You are hungry for my cock, right, blondie?” Marc grinned. “I know your slutty little boyfriend is.”

Shorty giggled.

“He told me you’re a hot little number, too”, Marc continued without breaking eye contact with Xander. “I can’t wait to fuck that tight little ass of yours with my big fucking dick.”

Xander held Marc’s gaze without blinking.

“But first I want you to suck it”, Marc grinned. “I know you want it. Come on, get down and suck it.”

Xander didn’t answer.

“Listen, blondie”, Marc whispered and grabbed Xander’s hair, pulling his head back. “Is this how you want to play it? Your boyfriend told me you like it rough. You want me to force you down, spread your pouty little mouth open, shove my fat cock down your throat until you’re gagging?”

Shorty snickered.

“No”, Xander said.

Marc chuckled. “I take it that’s a yes, right?” He tried pushing Xander’s head down.

“Actually”, Xander said, “that’s a no.” He jerked his knee up into Marc’s dangling balls, crunching them flat against his pelvis.

Marc’s eyes opened and he let out a surprised, incredulous groan. His fingers let go of Xander’s hair and he slid down, sinking to his knees.

Xander looked down on him. “Since you’re down there already, would you like to suck my cock?” He opened his dressing gown and revealed his flawless body. The size of his dick and balls was comparable to Marc’s, and his dick was just as hard as Marc’s had been before he got kneed in the nuts.

Marc’s erection was wilting rapidly as the pain spread through his body. He was gasping for breath, clutching his balls and grimacing in pain.

Xander clicked his tongue. “Another cocky guy with weak balls.” He chuckled. “Looks like this isn’t your night…”

Marc looked up at him, an angry expression on his face. “Listen, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, blondie.” He got up and stuffed his fading erection and his aching balls into his jeans. “The little slut over there told me you like it rough.”

Shorty shrugged.

“I do”, Xander smiled.

Marc frowned at him. “Then why---“ His eyes narrowed. “You fucking hit me in the nuts, you little bitch---“

Xander brought his leg back and kicked Marc in the balls. It wasn’t a particularly hard kick but it was enough to make Marc drop to the floor again. He let out a miserable groan and curled up in a ball.

“I’m not your bitch”, Xander said with a cold smile.

Marc groaned.

Xander grabbed Marc’s hair and pulled him up.

Marc let out a pained yelp and his hands shot up and grabbed Xander’s wrist.

“I’m not your bitch”, Xander repeated before sending another hard, nut-crunching kick into Marc’s crotch.

Marc’s eyes bulged and he let out a hoarse cough. “Fuck! My nuts!” he whimpered and doubled over.

Xander yanked him up by his hair, making him scream in pain.

“There’s only one bitch in the room”, Xander hissed. “And that’s you.” With that, he kicked Marc’s nuts with all the force he could muster. The instep of his bare foot connected with the big bulge in Marc’s jeans and flattened it with a dull thud.

Marc’s eyes crossed and he let out an anguished wail.

Xander tightened the grip on Marc’s hair and pulled him closer. “Shorty is a bit of a bitch, too”, he whispered. “But at least he can take a kick in the nuts like a man.” He raised his voice. “Right, Shorty?”

Shorty snickered.

Marc let out a miserable moan.

“Can I kick him?” Shorty asked with a naughty smile. “Please?”

Xander pulled Marc up by his hair, looked him in the eyes and smiled. “Sure, go ahead.”

Shorty giggled and positioned himself behind Marc.

“Now you’ll get a nice, hard kick in the nuts from the sweet little slut you thought you’d be fucking by now”, Xander said with a mean grin. “How does that feel, huh?”

Marc’s eyes were filled with pain and anger. “Fuck you”, he grunted.

Shorty brought his leg back.

“Fuck you”, Marc repeated, gritting his teeth.

Shorty swung his foot up but Marc avoided the kick by lunging forward, ramming his head into Xander’s chin and throwing him to the ground.

“Damn”, Shorty mumbled, pouting.

Xander and Marc were struggling, each of them trying to get the upper hand. Being taller and more muscular than Xander, Marc quickly came out on top.

“You fucking bastard”, Marc grunted. “You tricked me!” He threw a punch at Xander’s face.

Xander let out a pained grunt.

Marc glared at him and raised his fist to punch him again. “You fucking tricked me, you fucking---“ His eyes widened and a retching noise came out of his mouth as Shorty’s foot collided with his nuts in a sneaky attack from behind.

“How dare you punch him?” Shorty yelled in a shrill voice before bringing his foot back and kicking Marc’s nuts once again.

Marc let out a dry cough. His eyes crossed and he fell to the side, clutching his crotch, moaning and groaning in pain.

Xander rubbed his face and glared at Marc. “Fucking bitch”, he hissed. He got up and stood next to Shorty.

They looked down at Marc who was writhing on the floor, his eyes clenched shut, his face a mask of pain, his hands cupping his aching gonads.

Xander leisurely jerked his rock-hard dick. “Let’s get his clothes off.”

Together, Xander and Shorty stripped Marc naked. He had a swimmer’s body, lanky yet muscular. He was groaning and moaning, and he was in no state to put up much of a resistance anymore.

“He’s got a nice ass”, Shorty said, fumbling with the bulge in his short-shorts.

“Yeah, he does”, Xander said casually, stroking his cock. “You want to fuck him?”

Shorty’s eyes lit up. “May I?”

Xander smiled. “Get naked.”

Shorty let out an excited gasp and stripped off his tank top and his short-shorts. He turned to Xander, an expectant expression on his face.

Xander’s eyes dropped to Shorty’s crotch.

His little dick was locked in a hard plastic chastity cage, and it looked like it was very eager to get out. It was trying to get hard but the sharp bend of the cage made that impossible.

“Oh”, Xander smiled. “I forgot about that.” His eyes gleamed with malice. “You have another week left, haven’t you?”

Shorty looked at Xander. “But I---“

“Sorry”, Xander grinned. “Seems like I’ll be only one fucking our little bitch here…”

Shorty let out a frustrated sigh.

“But I’ll let you help me”, Xander smiled.

Shorty fumbled with his caged cock and shrugged, pouting.

Xander grabbed Marc’s hair and pulled him up.

Marc groaned, cupping his crotch and grimacing in pain.

“I’m going to fuck you now”, Xander said calmly. “And you’re going to enjoy it.”

Marc looked at him.

“I hope your tight little ass is ready for a nice, hard fuck”, Xander whispered.

Suddenly, Xander noticed something poking at his erection.

Both Xander and Marc looked down.

Xander let out a laugh. “You ARE enjoying it!”

Marc swallowed and stared at his fat dick that was hard as a rock again. He looked at Xander and cleared his throat. “I--- I don’t know---”, he stammered hoarsely.

“You know, I think you’re enjoying this a little too much”, Xander said slowly.

Marc raised his eyebrows.

Xander jerked his knee up and rammed it into Marc’s nuts, making him howl in pain and collapse on the floor.

Xander laughed. He reached into his nightstand and produced another chastity device. He lobbed it at Shorty. “Lock him up”, he said.

Shorty snickered and knelt down next to Marc. He grabbed Marc’s big, full balls and squeezed hard, making Marc scream in pain.

Marc tried to prevent Shorty from locking his dick in the chastity cage – but a couple of hard squeezes did the trick, and it didn’t take long before Marc’s dick was securely locked away.

“Look at you”, Xander grinned. “Who would have thought that behind that cocky fa├žade is just a slut?”

Marc looked at him, humiliated and horny at the same time.

Xander walked up to him and whipped his dick against Marc’s face. Little drops of precum flew from Xander’s dripping cock as he smacked it against Marc’s lips.

“Come on, open your mouth, bitch”, Xander whispered. “You know you want it.”

Marc groaned.

Xander brought his leg back and sent a sharp, hard kick to Marc’s nuts. The hard plastic cage around his dick intensified the pain, and Marc’s mouth opened as he screamed in agony.

“Attaboy”, Xander mumbled and shoved his dick all the way into Marc’s mouth, burying it deep inside until Marc’s nose touched his pubes.

Marc retched and gagged and tried to push Xander away

Xander rolled his eyes and withdrew his dick. “Hey”, he said sharply and smacked Marc’s face with his dick. “Take my fucking cock!”

Marc was breathing heavily.

“Look at me”, Xander barked.

Marc looked up.

Xander looked at him expectantly.

Marc stared at him.

“Well?” Xander said impatiently.

“I---“ Marc grimaced. “I’m sorry?” he said tentatively.

Xander nodded with satisfaction. “Now let’s try it again.”

Marc opened his mouth and Xander shoved his dick in and started fucking his mouth.

Shorty watched them, fumbling with his locked dick, his eyes filled with jealousy.

“Come, make yourself useful”, Xander said while thrusting his dick in and out of Marc’s mouth. “Loosen up his hole so I can fuck him.”

Shorty sighed and hot down on his knees behind Marc. He reached between Marc’s legs and grabbed his nuts, squeezing hard and yanking him by his balls until he was on all fours.

Xander continued fucking Marc’s mouth while Shorty lubed up the dildo.

“I bet you’re a virgin, huh?” Xander pulled his dick out of Marc’s mouth and grabbed his cheeks, making him look up.

Marc was panting, his handsome face glistening with sweat. He was drooling, spit and precum running out his half-open mouth.

“I’m gonna tear your ass up, bitch”, Xander grinned.

Shorty grabbed Marc’s nuts with one hand. With the other hand, he lined up the dildo with his hole.

Marc opened his mouth to say something but all that cam out was an ear-piercing scream as Shorty rammed the dildo into his asshole.

Xander laughed and thrust his dick into his mouth.

Marc’s muffled moans echoed through the room as he was spit-roasted by Xander’s dick and the dildo while Shorty squeezed and kneaded his precious balls.

After a while, Xander pulled his cock out of Marc’s mouth.

Marc was gasping for breath.

Xander pulled Marc up, causing Shorty to pull the dildo out of Marc’s ass.

“I’m gonna fuck you now”, Xander whispered into Marc’s ear, making him shudder with excitement.

Then Xander walked behind him. He put his hand on Marc’s shoulder and made him bend over. Then he spread his cheeks and spat at his gaping hole.

“Congratulations”, Xander said with a mean grin before shoving his dick into Marc’s gaping hole. “You’re no longer a virgin!”

Marc moaned in pain and pleasure as Xander started fucking him at a steady pace. His chubby dick was pushing against the constraints of his chastity cage. With every thrust, the heavy plastic cock cage smacked against his low hanging balls, sending wave after wave of pain through his body while he was getting fucked hard and deep by Xander’s big dick.

Shorty watched them, absent-mindedly sucking on the dildo, and fumbling with his own caged cock.

Xander increased the pace of his thrusts, making Marc scream louder and louder. His cock cage slammed into his balls as Xander’s cock slammed into his hole.

Marc was panting and moaning and screaming and groaning. His balls were on fire. His ass was on fire. Everything was on fire.

“Fuck yeah”, Xander grunted, thrusting deep into Marc’s ass. His breathing quickened and he pulled his dick out of Marc’s ass, leaving his hole gaping open. Xander took a step back and kicked Marc’s nuts hard.

Mark screamed in pain and sank to his knees.

Xander grabbed his head and pulled his face towards him just in time to plant a huge spurt of cum right across his face. Jet after jet of creamy spunk landed on Marc’s pain-contorted face, covering his wide-open eyes and mouth.

Xander was grunting as he unloaded what seemed like a gallon of jizz, painting Marc’s face with his salty semen.

Marc’s eyes started to burn and he blinked wildly while gagging from the taste of Xander’s cum.

Finally, Xander’s orgasm subsided.

Xander was breathing heavily, his cock dripping with cum.

Marc was groaning and grunting in pain, covered in spunk and sweat.

Xander ran his hand through his hair and turned around. “Okay, that’s it. Bitch. You can go now.”

Marc tried to look at him but his eyes were sticky with cum. Half-blind, he got up, clutching his balls and his caged dick. “But---“

“Come here next week and I’ll give you the key”, Xander said casually. “Until then you’ll stay locked up.”

Marc gulped. “But---“

Xander turned around. “Next week”, he said sharply.

“Okay”, Marc mumbled and looked around searching for his clothes.

“You’ll get your clothes then, too”, Xander said.

Marc blinked.

Xander’s eyes fell on the video camera. “If you behave”, Xander added slowly, “you’ll get the video tape, too.”

Marc gulped. He nodded quickly and scrambled out of the house, bare-naked, his face covered in spunk.

Xander turned to Shorty. “That was fun”, he said.

Shorty bit his lower lip. “What about me?” he said softly.

Xander yawned. “What about you?”

Shorty smiled weakly. “Well, I could use a nice, hard---“

“Use the dildo if your hole is itchingt”, Xander interrupted him, stretching his arms and falling onto his bed. “Get out now. I’m tired.”

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Poll results: From stud to dud - what now?

The results of our latest polls are in, and they are bad news for a certain hunky, hairy, big-balled stud...

Two weeks ago we asked you to tell us how to end the "From stud to dud" series. More than 100 people voted in the poll. And here are the results:

Write more, and ruin Rocco's nuts for good   58%
Move on to other stories, and leave Rocco's nuts intact   42%

Damn. It looks like you really want Rocco to lose his balls! Poor stud. After all he's been through.

But, well, your wish is our command. Rocco's journey isn't over yet - we'll get to work right away, and we'll make sure that poor Rocco's big, hairy balls get ruined for good...

In the meantime, if you'd like to see what our poor, dumb hero and his adventurous buddies have endured so far, here are all the stories from the series:

Meet the characters
JUNK-A-BRO-LOOZA! (part 1)
JUNK-A-BRO-LOOZA! (part 2)
JUNK-A-BRO-LOOZA! (part 3)

Thanks to everybody who voted in the poll!

Monday, June 15, 2015

Video links: Boys just wanna have fun (6) - Celebrity Edition

Let's admit it, famous guys are no different from any other guys - and, naturally, they love bashing each other in the balls. We know that the boys from One Direction love love hitting each other in the nuts - after all, they are just boys having fun.

Today I'd like to share a couple of my favorite celebrity videos.

Have you ever heard of Murkku who is the lead singer and bassist of the Finnish punk rock band "The Odorants"? Neither have I. But he's famous in Finland. And he's hot. And here he's getting bashed in the balls with a baseball bat by The Dudesons on their Finnish TV show.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Who is Leo? (updated)

Original date: 12/09/2014

In the past couple of weeks I asked you to send in pictures of the guys on this blog. (So far, we've looked at ZachDavidLoganBenthe twinsChad and Kev.) Now, let's have a look at our resident skater boys Leo. Leo is 19 years old, with curly black hair and brown eyes. Like most of the guys on this blog he's pretty hot and sports a nice, big set of genitals. He is a friendly, funny, fun-loving guy who loves skating and busting his buddies' balls... (If you want to revisit Leo's adventures you find all the stories labelled "Leo" 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 ( - if you provide me with the source I'll post them here on the blog.

Update 12/10/2014:

An anonymous reader's suggestion:

NextDoorTwink's Isaac Novac

Isaac Novac again
Update 12/26/2014:

Another reader's suggestion via email:

Update 06/13/2015:

Adam sent me this suggestion via e-mail:

Brazilian-American musician Fabrizio Moretti
Fabrizio Moretti again
What do you think?

Friday, June 12, 2015

Art by Corsair: Two balls, one strike

Unfortunately, Corsiar’s wonderful art blog is no longer active and he has taken a indefinite hiatus from creating hot ballbusting drawings, but I remain a great admirer of his work.

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

Taye clenched his eyes shut and let out a hoarse, raspy cough. Just a second ago, he had been fine. His mind had been wandering, as it often did on the baseball field. He was a good pitcher, and he knew it. Keeping your head in the game was severely overrated, Taye thought.

He was having second thoughts about that, now…

The sound of his team mates laughing rang inside Taye’s head.

“That was awesome!”

“Right in the fucking nuts!”

“Good shot, dude!”

The pain was radiating through Taye’s body in dull, throbbing waves. He let out a guttural groan and sank to his knees.

“Oooooh! He’s going down!”

Taye clenched his eyes shut. His hands found the source of his pain and closed tightly around it. Through the fabric of his grey shorts and his well-worn jockstrap he felt his big balls that had been traumatized by the foul ball. He almost thought he felt them throb against his fingertips.

“Strike! He’s out!”

Taye’s team mates burst out in riotous laughter.

Taye’s balls were on fire. Every fiber of his body was on fire. He felt his stomach turn. Taye let out a dry cough.

“Your boyfriend won’t be happy, dude.”

Taye groaned. His boyfriend. Fuck. Yeah, Clinton would not be happy. Not at all. He had been looking forward to getting fucked by Taye’s big, meaty dick.

Not tonight.

Another wave of pain paralyzed Taye’s body and he moaned in agony.

Poor Clinton.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Something to look at (15)

A few months ago I started using my tumblr account to reblog, share and post ballbusting pictures and other content of interest. Here are a few examples of original stuff I posted:

Follow me on tumblr for more original posts like that, and of course for many, many reblogged pictures, videos etc.

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Hit me with your best shot (written by BBustingFanboy)

This story was written by our reader BBustingFanboy It's another fantastic piece of fan fiction, a sequel to Low-blowing audition starring everybody's favorite wrestler LoganI hope you like this story as much as I do! As always, your feedback is highly appreciated! :-))

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

I see Logan chatting with the other wrestler and I can't suppress a grin. It's been a month since my Bartlett High wrestling team captain helped me nail a spot at this wrestling fed where they shoot really suggestive fights - and when I say helped, I mean get his nuts cracked for an entire audition match and then again for its taping - and he's finally followed me here.

The owner had really liked what Logan had to offer. Specifically, how he, and I quote here, "sold his pain". I think his insanely ripped bod and Hollywood blond good looks definitely helped. But Logan wasn't interested in jobbing permanently. The money was definitely good, and he did get paid for the one match he reluctantly did, but I don't think the idea of doing scripted matches continuously appealed to him much.

But the owner's a persuasive guy and he ran a pretty hard bargain. In the end, he and Logan struck a compromise. My buddy would get to do two matches at a time. The first would be unscripted, winner take all. The second would be scripted and Logan's role would depend on whether he wins or loses the first one.

And so, here we are. I've just finished shooting my latest escapades - I've settled in really well here, having already been a fan of the company's work - and I got told I could wait around to see what happens. Besides, Logan had offered to drive me home, so I'd need to wait for my ride anyway.

As the cameras get set up, I take a seat near the action. From where I'm at, I can hear my fellow stars. Okay, so maybe I'm not a star yet. But Logan's definitely gonna sell loads of matches. He has that charisma. And the other guy. Yeah, he's one of the fed's biggest assets. I'm a little surprised Logan agreed to fight him of all people. In fact, I'm hoping he did the smart thing and looked up the other guy's past work on their website.

For the moment, though, he's just being friendly.

"So Max, how long have you been doing this?" I hear Logan ask.

"Coupla years now. Pays good. Though, from what I understand, you're not completely sold on us yet."

Logan looks at him sheepishly. "The crew here have been really nice. And my friend over there-" points at me "-loves it here. I'm just not sure about preplanned matches."

"I get that." Max flashes a winning smile. "And this one's a free-for-all, so you can show off your chops."

Logan grins back. The two have clearly bonded in the past hour or so while they waited for my match to end. Which is nice enough I suppose. Just as long as Logan doesn't underestimate Max. For the record, he is a genuinely cool guy, but his persona in the ring isn't as fun to know.

With the cameras finally in place, the two opponents take their places on opposite ends outside the ring. A sign from the director and silence falls. We're officially rolling.

Max looks into the camera right next to him and smirks. "I'm Mad Max. You know I've not lost a match yet. This punk-" points to Logan "-was a blubbering mess by the end of his only one. And he thinks he can beat me. Hah!" With that, the 23-year-old stud walks into the ring and flexes. He's wearing tight white compression shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. He's a blondy, like Logan, and an inch shorter, but he's much, much bigger and his muscle show has me worried already.

If Logan's phased by Max's sudden change in persona and his showing off, he doesn't show it. Instead, the 18-year-old looks into the camera next to him and smiles back. "I'm Logan Kruger. And I'm here to prove that old matches mean squat when you've got the skill and the will to win." Logan's fighting in a green singlet. Like Max's shorts, they cling to his body like a second skin. It's actually hotter seeing his tight abs through a layer of fabric than outright. His package is pretty nice too!

Max gestures for Logan to join him in the ring. The high schooler nods and enters through the ropes - to be met by a kick to the nuts that is so hard he's actually lifted off his feet! Logan's mouth forms a surprised O in mid-air and his body begins to fold, but before he can fall to his knees, Max wraps his arms around him and executes a solid belly-to-belly suplex.

Oh crap. His back's gotta be hurting too, but Logan covers his crotch instead and whimpers. Max just smirks down at him. "Come on boy, up you get." He waits for Logan to get back on his feet before locking on a side headlock. It's impossible to see Logan's face, but I get the feeling he's gritting his teeth.

Logan fires a few punches into Max's side. I think he tries to aim for a more vulnerable area, but with his face being crushed into his opponent's torso, it's not easy to see where he's hitting. Max responds by giving his victim's head a tight squeeze.

Logan goes limp for a second and is allowed to drop to his knees, his legs landing wide open. Unfortunately, that frames his balls as a nice target, and Max goes ahead with another kick. This time, as Logan falls on to his back with a yelp, the older fighter follows through by falling on top of him, his knee crashing into Logan's crotch.

Logan is left screaming at the top of his lungs as Max's knee turns into a jackhammer, determined to turn his precious rocks into crushed pebbles. By the end of his shots, and I lose count of how many, I find myself covering my own junk out of sympathy. I think a few crew members do the same.

Max gets up and does some showboating as Logan is left squirming on the floor. He takes his sweet time, flexing and swivelling his hips. He doesn't even bother looking at Logan. "Pathetic boy. Pathetic. You really thought you could take thi- OOF!"

Logan had managed to get up behind Max and, ignored by his arrogant opponent, he shoots his arm out between his legs. Unfortunately, that doesn't have quite the desired effect. Max is winded, for sure, but he's not out.

"Still have some fight in you? Good." He leers at Logan, who is still on one knee, and grabs him by his hair. He lifts him up and swings him into the corner, back-first. Logan hits the turnbuckle hard and sags on to the floor, his legs splayed open.

Max takes a running jump at him and crushes him against the corner. With Logan dazed, Max takes the opportunity to tie up his hands in the middle and bottom ropes. He then stands up and begins to stomp down on Logan's chest, ripped abs and crotch. He makes sure to alternate his hits, but most of them land on Logan's balls. With his arms immobilized, all the rookie can do is moan at this point.

Max turns as if to walk away but suddenly grabs the top ropes with both his hands and uses them to jump high up. The slingshot effect brings both his feet crashing down on to Logan's nuts, the impact hard enough to actually let Logan's arms pop free from their restraints.

It's a good thing too, as he's left wailing on the floor in agony, desperately trying to cover his crotch. When Max pries his hands away, I notice Logan's face. I can't tell if it's really good acting or genuine fear, but having been worked over continuously from the start and only getting one shot in in return, I can understand if it is the latter.

Max looks at Logan's package and breaks into an evil grin. "Would you look at that? Someone's getting excited." Sure enough, Logan is definitely tenting and there is a distinct patch of pre-cum showing through. (I'm not entirely sure, but the fabric around his crotch seems tighter all round, as if his balls are swollen up. Again, wouldn't be surprised.)

Max coaxes Logan to his feet and offers him a free gut punch. "But remember boy. Only a gut punch. No funny business." Logan complies, putting what little strength he has left into a punch to his opponent's washboard stomach. "Aw. That was weak. Try again." Punch after punch falls harmlessly on Max's stomach.

I notice Logan look hesitantly at Max's pouch. Unfortunately, so does Max, so when the next punch sails south, he blocks it and promptly smashes his foot into Logan's nether regions instead. Logan lets out a cough and falls to his knees. Max tuts at him before hauling him up. And then firing another foot into his balls.

This treatment continues for a while, Logan being used like a yo-yo, being pulled up before being knocked by down by a shot to his balls. Sometimes a punch, sometimes a knee, sometimes a kick. But always the same two targets. By the end of it, his eyes are already slightly glazed over and his mouth is gaping open. I think he's drooling a little.

This time, Max doesn't hit his balls. Instead, he grabs them in a powerful claw, the veins in his arms beginning to stick out, and he actually lifts my captain off his feet! Logan's in a daze, but he still whimpers as he is carried across the ring by just that one grip, his bodyweight doing the work of crushing his balls between his pelvis and Max's iron grip.

His cock is throbbing at this point, but before anything can happen, Max drops him in a heap. I can tell he's setting up a big finish. Sure enough, he picks Logan up again, almost gently this time, before looking at the camera and saying, "Time to finish the pretty boy off."

With that ominous announcement, he wraps Logan in the corner in a tree of woe, his head on the floor, his legs draped over the top ropes. He slaps Logan's balls a few times to see if there is any response. When Logan stirs a little, Max nods and locks on his ball claw again. This time though, he uses both hands to mush Logan's balls into mash.

Logan lets out a guttural groan just as his cock erupts. The orgasm is so violent, it actually seeps through his singlet and down the front of his body. Max makes sure to force every last drop out and by the end, Logan looks like a lot of people have dumped their loads on him. It might have been impressive under different circumstances.

Max kneels down beside Logan's face - his eyes still hazy from the pain - and ruffles his hair, almost playfully. It ends up leaving his blond fuzz messy and a little cum stained. "Yep. It's over boy. I want to say you put up a good fight but my ma taught me not to lie."

Max unhooks Logan's legs from the ropes but instead of letting him fall to the ground, he picks him up in an upside-down bearhug and carries him to the middle of the ring. Oh. Right. The knockout. Max locks his thighs around Logan's head and, positioning his chin just above Logan's now-airborne crotch, he delivers a powerful piledriver.

The impact on his poor noggin, and his opponent's face crushing into his drained balls, is enough to make Logan slip into unconsciousness. Max flexes over the crumpled heap of muscle at his feet for a few extra shots. He then rips off Logan's singlet - thankfully, not actually Logan's, but the fed's - calls it his "little souvenir" and walks out of the ring.

"CUT!" The director calls it a perfect match, and Max is suddenly all smiles again. He decides not to bother Logan any more, but he does come up to me.

"Your friend did a good job. Needs to do a bit more talking next time, but he's a damn good performer. He might not believe that, but trust me, that shit is going to sell. Besides, most of us start off losing." His emphasis on the word most implies the exception and I am left shaking my head in amusement.

Max and the crew begin packing up. I go to the locker room to grab Logan's clothes and he's still out cold when I get back. Chuckling, I go to wake him up, also wondering if I should offer to drive while he nurses his balls on the ride back. Poor Logan. I'm not sure what he's going to hate more. Losing this fight fair and square, or knowing he'll have to lose the next one too. Still, Max is right. That was hot as hell.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Abducted, abused, abandoned (Gaz meets “the dark twins”)

Special thanks to our reader Gaz for the plot idea! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who is staunchly anti-violence but makes an exception when it comes to hurting testicles!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more Details.

Featured in this story: Andrew and Brett, two guest characters who have been introduced a couple of years ago in the Shakeout stories: The math, The funnel, Erections

Warning: This story contains extreme violence, blood and gore. It’s the most cruel and violent story I have ever written. If you don’t like the sound of that you might want to skip this one…
The grey, inconspicuous van drove through the night. The road was deserted. The headlights of the car were the only source of light. There were no houses, no streetlights, no traffic. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

It was close to midnight.

Inside the van, techno music was blaring from the loudspeakers.

The driver and his companion on the passenger seat where laughing and joking.

Andrew and Brett had always been close. They were identical twins, both of them handsome and sexy, tall and athletic, with pitch black hair and brown eyes.

“Turn the music up!” Andrew yelled at his brother. “I don’t want to hear him scream.” He laughed. “Yet.”

Brett giggled and turned up the volume.

The screams from the back of the van were drowned out by thumping beat.

Brett’s hands drummed onto the dashboard in the rhythm of the beat. 

The twins dressed the same, they shared the same taste in music, they liked the same movies, they favored the same food. They did everything together.

When Gaz had moved into the neighborhood, Andrew and Brett had taken an immediate dislike to him. Gaz was 29 years old, a shy guy, just 5’6” tall, with dark hair. He was a bit of a loner.

The twins made fun of him because of his size, bullying him and tormenting him whenever they saw him.

Now he was lying the back of their van, bound, scared and screaming.

Andrew steered the van off the road onto a path that was so small and overgrown with plants that most people would have missed it.

A little while later, the path ended, and the van stopped in front of a cabin.

Andrew turned the engine off.

The music stopped.


Gaz lifted his head and looked up, his eyes red from crying.

The twins turned around and looked at him. Then they burst out laughing.

“Look at him”, Brett laughed. “Just look at the little bitch!”

“Oh, he’s afraid”, Andrew said in mock-sympathy. He turned to his brother, a huge grin on his face. “Do you think he has pissed his pants?”

Brett shuddered. “Eww! Pathetic loser!”

“What are you going to do with me?” Gaz whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming.

Andrew grinned. “We are going to party.”

“We’ll have some fun”, Brett chimed in.

“Well, maybe you won’t”, Andrew laughed. “But we will…”

They got out of the car and opened the rear doors.

Brett grabbed Gaz’ feet and tried pulling him out.

Gaz was kicking and screaming

“Wow, look at him, Andy”, Brett grinned. “He thinks he can kick his way out of this…”

Andrew chuckled. “Pathetic loser!”

Without too much effort, Brett lifted Gaz up.

“Oh, Brett”, Andrew said causally.

Brett looked at him.

“Don’t call me Andy”, Andrew said and kicked his brother in the groin.

His boot-clad foot connected with the big bulge in Brett’s jeans, ramming his nuts into his body.

Brett let out a surprised grunt and dropped Gaz to the ground. He doubled over, clutching his crotch. “You got me good”, he giggled, rubbing his groin.

Gaz was on the ground, groaning in pain.

“You dropped the bitch”, Andrew remarked as he opened the door to the cabin.

Brett snickered and grabbed Gaz’ feet and dragged him into the cabin.

Brett stripped Gaz naked and tied him to a wooden chair while Andrew was outside, turning on the generator that supplied the cabin with electricity.

“Andy, come, you gotta look at this!” Brett yelled from inside the cabin.

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me Andy!” he yelled back.

“Come on, you won’t believe this!” Brett yelled.

Andrew sighed and grabbed the toolbox that was standing near the generator.

When he entered the cabin, his brother was crying with laughter.

“Look at this!” Brett was gasping for breath. “Look at his pathetic cock!”

Andrew dropped the box with the power tools and got closer. “What the fuck”, he laughed.

Gaz was stark naked, his pale body shivering, tears streaming down his face. Between his thighs, a tiny worm of a dick, maybe one or two inches long, was sitting over a shriveled sack.

Andrew had to look closely to spot the two tiny peas inside Gaz’ ballsack.

“Are those his nuts?” Andrew laughed.

“I don’t know if you can call them that”, Brett mused. “But, yeah, I guess they are.”

Andrew and Brett burst out laughing.

Gaz let out a pitiful sob.

“Damn, we don’t have a lot to work with this time”, Andrew sighed.

Brett shrugged. “What did you expect? A short guy like that…”

“I guess you’re right”, Andrew said. “But I kinda hoped he’d surprise us.”

Brett laughed. “No such luck.”

Andrew opened the tool box. “Do we start with his dick or his balls?”

Brett shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t we let him decide?”

Andrew smiled and turned to Gaz.

Gaz had his eyes closed. His body was shivering with fear.

“Hey bitch”, Andrew said.

Gaz winced.

“Hey, bitch!” Andrew yelled. “Open your fucking eyes! Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

Gaz’ eyes opened and he stared at Andrew.

“What do you want to lose first, bitch?” Andrew grinned. “Your cock or your balls?”

Gaz stared at him.

Andrew chuckled. “He’s so cute, isn’t he?”

Brett laughed. “He’ll be much cuter without his dick!”

Andrew laughed.

Gaz cleared his throat. “Please---“ His voice cracked. “Please, don’t---“

“I asked you a question, bitch!” Andrew interrupted him. “What do you want to lose first? Your pathetic little dick or your tiny marbles?”

Gaz’ eyes shifted from Andrew to Brett and back to Andrew again.

The twin brothers were smiling like Cheshire cats.

“I---“ Gaz’ eyes filled with tears. “I---“

“I--- I--- I---“, Andrew mocked him. He turned to his brother. “Looks like he can’t decide.”

“What a loser”, Brett sighed. “Why don’t we start on his balls?”

Andrew grinned. “Sound like a plan.”

He reached inside the toolbox and produced a pair of car jumper cables. He held them up and grinned. “Who’s up for some roasted nuts?”

Brett laughed. “Oooooh, roasted nuts! My favorites!” He turned to Gaz and grinned. “I hope you like them, too.”

Andrew chuckled as he placed a car battery in front of Gaz. “You know”, he said casually, “these nuts are almost too small for roasting.” He winked at Gaz. “I’m sure they’ll be good and done in no time…” He clamped the cables to Gaz’ nuts, laughing out loud when Gaz screamed in pain.

“Please!” Gaz whimpered. “Please don’t do this.”

Andrew knelt down in front of the car battery and looked at his brother. “He doesn’t want us to do this.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Brett grinned at Gaz. “Well, tough luck, bitch!” He turned to Andrew. “Fry ‘em, bro!”

Andrew hooked the cables to the car battery.

Gaz squealed in pain as the electricity passed through his little balls. His body was rocking on the chair as his balls were fried to useless pieces of dead meat.

Andrew and Brett were laughing their asses off, watching the destruction of Gaz’ nuts.

Smoke started rising from Gaz’ crotch and his .

Suddenly, Gaz’s body went limp.

“No!” Brett yelled.

“Fucking loser!” Andrew chimed in.

Brett yanked the cables from the car battery. “What a fucking sissy!” He stared at Gaz’s limp body. His nutsack was bright red.

“Hey!” Andrew yelled at Gaz. “Wake up, bitch!”

Brett brought his leg back and stomped down on Gaz’s fried, pitiful balls. “Wake up!” he yelled, crunching Gaz’s balls again and again until Gaz’ eyes opened and he let out a tortured wail.

“My nuts”, he whimpered, looking down at his bruised, red ballsack. “You killed my nuts…”

Andrew chuckled and kicked Gaz’s pathetic balls as hard as he could, making Gaz howl in pain. “You passed out, bitch.”

“We don’t want you to pass out”, his brother said with a grin.

“And we’ll make sure you don’t pass out again”, Andrew continued. He fetched a syringe and filled it with a milky substance from a little vial. Then he held it up. “Where do you want me to inject you?”

Gaz’ eyes widened. “Please---“

“Stop whining, bitch!” Brett screamed. “We're going to destroy your cock and balls anyway - you better shut up or we'll make it even more painful for you!”

“This is not a painkiller, by the way. It will just paralyze you and it’ll make sure that you stay awake the whole time”, Andrew explained with a mean grin, flicking his finger against the syringe. “So I ask you again. Where do you want me to inject you?”

Gaz broke out in tears.

Andrew looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. “Fucking cry-baby”, he chuckled.

Brett laughed. He reached between Gaz’s thighs and grabbed his little dick. “Here”, he said. “Stick it into his dick.”

Andrew laughed. “Ewww.”

Brett giggled. “Stick it right into his dickhead.”

Gaz shook his head violently. “No, please, no!”

Andrew laughed.

The two brothers knelt in front of Gaz.

Brett held Gaz’ little cock, and Andrew jabbed the needle into Gaz’s sensitive dickhead, right above his piss slit.

Gaz screamed from the top of his lungs.

The twins laughed as Andrew emptied the contents of the syringe into Gaz’s cock. When the syringe was empty, he pushed further and further until the tip of the needle came out on the underside of Gaz’s cock.

“Ouch!” Brett laughed. “You pierced his little dick!”

Andrew chuckled and pulled out the syringe. He winked at his brother and jabbed the needle into Gaz’s shaft again and again, until the tiny tool was covered in blood.

Gaz was wailing in pain, staring at his aching, bloody cock and his fried balls.

“Okay”, Brett looked at Andrew. “We’ve fried his balls and perforated his dick. What next?”

Andrew grinned and rummaged through the tool box until he found a pair of pliers.

“That looks nasty”, Brett giggled.

“Yeah, it is!” Andrew said cheerfully. He knelt down in front of Gaz and applied the pliers to his tiny left nut. He looked Gaz in the eyes and clamped the pliers shut, squishing his nut between the jaws.

Gaz was squealing in agony as Andrew yanked and pulled at his poor left testicle, squashing it mercilessly.

Brett was watching him, laughing at Gaz’s pain. He reached into the tool box and produced a large hammer. “Do you mind if I join you?” he grinned at his brother.

“Lefty’s mine”, Andrew chuckled. “But feel free to bash his right nut in!”

Brett laughed and crouched down next to Andrew. He squinted at Gaz’s nutsack. “Damn”, he giggled, “that fucking thing is so tiny…” He lifted the hammer and sent it crashing down, missing Gaz’s right nut at the first try and hitting just the skin of his sack. He tried once more. On the third attempt, he managed to hit Gaz’s right nut dead-on, crunching the tiny little ball flat while his brother was pulling on his left testicle.

Gaz’ voice had turned hoarse from all the screaming. He was crying and sobbing and whining and groaning as the brutal twins tortured his junk.

After a couple of hard, nut-shattering blows with the hammer, Andrew reached for the tool box again. He searched around a bit until he found a rusty nail.

“Ooooh – that’s gonna hurt!” Brett laughed.

Andrew grinned. “Oh yeah!” He placed the nail on top of Gaz’s nut.

Gaz closed his eyes, whimpering in pain.

Andrew brought the hammer down, sending the nail right through Gaz’ ball and into the surface of the chair.

“Ouch!” Brett yelled, cringing in sympathy, before pulling out the nail from Gaz’ testicle and handing it to Andrew. “Do it again!”

Andrew laughed. He lined up the nail with Gaz’ nut again, making sure to choose another spot. WHAM! The nail went through the meat of Gaz’ testicle with ease, eliciting a tortured wail.

Again, Brett pulled the nail out and handed it to Andrew who proceeded to pierce Gaz’ poor testicle once more.

After half a dozen times, the twins grew tired of their little game.

Gaz’s nutsack was a bloody, bruised mess. His right nut looked lumpy and odd-shaped from the pliers, and his right ball had been punctured by the rusty nail. His little nutsack was covered in blood.

“Let’s finish his balls”, Brett grinned, “before we focus on his little dick…”

Andrew chuckled. “Nice.” He grabbed a vise from the tool box.

The two brothers applied it to Gaz’ ballsack, making sure that both of his balls were crushed flat. Gradually, they turned the screws.

“Oh, look, it’s gonna give”, Brett snickered.

The twins laughed, watching Gaz’s little nuts get crushed by the vise. The little meatballs went flatter and flatter.

“Amazing”, Andrew grinned, turning the screws tighter and tighter. “I thought it would have popped aleady.”

Brett giggled. “The little suckers are tougher than I thought. Maybe they’ll sur---“


Brett and Andrew burst out laughing as Gaz’s right nut gave and turned into mushy goo that was sloshing inside his sack.

“Nope”, Brett dead-panned. “That one’s dead.” He looked up at Gaz. “How does it feel to have lost a nut?”

Andrew giggled and continued turning the screw.


“Oops”, Brett snickered. “Let me rephrase that: How does it feel to have lost two nuts?”

Andrew burst out laughing.

Gaz was retching and gagging, too weak to scream.

Andrew loosened the vise, grabbing Gaz’s pathetic, empty sack that was filled with nut sludge. “You gotta feel this”, he giggled. “So funny!”

His brother didn’t have to be told twice.

The twins shared a laugh as they felt up Gaz’s soft, squishy sack of nut sauce.

“Hey, bitch”, Brett grinned. “Have you ever wondered what your sack looks like from the inside?” He winked at Gaz. “Well, guess what - you’re about to find out!”

Gaz’ eyes widened with terror Brett reached for a box cutter.

Brett grabbed Gaz’ nutsack, giggling with excitement, and pressed the squishy sack against the chair. Then he cut it open, splitting Gaz’ scrotum in one swift motion.

The two brother giggled as blood started to run down Gaz’ legs. Some unrecognizable pulpy matter that once was Gaz’ manhood dropped to the floor with a wet splat.

“Ewwww”, the two brothers cringed.

“Look at what’s left of your balls, bitch!” Andrew chuckled. “This is fucking hilarious!”

Brett poked at the chunky, gooey puddle on the floor and laughed. “Those little nuts made quite a mess, huh?

“Look, there’s something left inside”, Andrew grinned and reached inside the bloody, wide open sack.

Tears were running down Gaz’ face and he screamed in pain as Andrew tore out the remains of Gaz’ balls and threw the gooey mess onto the floor where it landed with a wet splat.

Brett snickered and reached between Gaz’ legs. “Did you leave anything for me, bro?”

His twin brother laughed. “Sorry. His sack is totally empty.”

Brett inspected Gaz’s scrotum. Andrew was right. It was empty. A useless, empty bag of soft, wrinkled, bloody skin.

Brett shrugged. “Okay, now let’s see what we can do with his little dick.”

Gaz was sobbing, his face pale and contorted in agony, his eyes filled with fear.

Brett got a power drill from the tool box and giggled.

Andrew laughed. “Oh, fuck, this is gonna be awesome!”

Brett snickered. “His pee hole is a bit too small, don’t you think?”

Andrew scratched his chin, pretending to think hard about his brother’s remark. “Yeah”, he said finally. “Maybe you are right…” He looked at Brett and grinned. “Do you think you could do something about that?”

The brother broke out laughing.

Brett lined up the power drill and pressed the button.

The whirring of the power drill filled the cabin.

“Nooo!” Gaz whimpered weakly.

Brett ignored him and rammed the power drill into Gaz’ urethra.

Gaz squealed in agony as Brett drilled into his little cock.

Brett and Andrew were screaming with laughter as blood and gore and shredded pieces of Gaz’s dickhead flew through the air.

After what seemed like an eternity, Brett stopped the power drill and looked at what was left of Gaz’s little dick.

There was blood everywhere.

The brothers looked at each other and chuckled.

Andrew looked at his watch. “It’s getting late”, he said.

Brett nodded.

“Let’s rip his dick off”, Andrew suggested matter-of-factly. “Do you wanna go for pizza tonight?”

Brett thought for a moment. “Yeah, sounds good.”

Andrew nodded and grabbed a sharp hook from the tool box. He jammed the hook into the shaft of Gaz’s dick, eliciting an anguished wail. Then he yanked hard.

The skin tore off Gaz’ cock and Andrew stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall.

Brett burst out laughing.

“Aw, fuck”, Andrew groaned, rubbing his back. “Fucking asshole.”

His brother was roaring with laughter, gasping for breath as he pointed at Gaz’s skinned dick.

Andrew raised his eyebrows and got closer. “Holy fuck”, he laughed.

Gaz’ tiny dick was a piece of raw, bloody meat, its head shredded and destroyed, its skin entirely torn off.

“You can’t even rip his dick off”, Brett giggled.

Andrew frowned and looked at his twin brother. “Shut up. I’ve done it dozens of times!”

Brett laughed. “Yeah, but this time you fucked up.”

Andrew glared at him. Then he grabbed Gaz’ raw, skinned dick and rammed the hook deep into the flesh.

Gaz let out a miserable whimper.

Andrew started pulling.

Brett watched him, an amused expression on his face.

Gaz was screaming in pain as his dick stretched further and further. Suddenly, it ripped clean off his body.

Andrew stumbled backwards. But this time he managed to stay on his feet.

Brett was laughing his ass off.

Andrew held up the hook with Gaz’ severed cock still attached. “See?” Andrew said casually. “Piece of cake.”

Brett chuckled.

They watched Gaz for a moment, squirming and sobbing and moaning on the chair, his crotch covered in blood. There was nothing left except for an empty bag of skin. No dick. No balls.

Brett looked at Andrew. “Pizza?”

Andrew dropped the hook with Gaz’ dick. It landed next to the puddle of goo that had been Gaz’s nuts.

“Pizza”, Andrew nodded.

The twins left the cabin and got into the car.

The grey, inconspicuous van drove through the night. The road was deserted. The headlights of the car were the only source of light. There were no houses, no streetlights, no traffic. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Video links: Boys just wanna have fun (5)

It's a fact: Boys of all ages are ruled by their balls. So it's only natural that those unruly bastards have to take a beating now and then, right? Here a couple of my favorite videos of boys bashing each others' balls.

The first one is an awesome example of guys being stupid. I love the goofy expression on the young lad's face when he "rides" into the room to get his balls whacked with a nice, hard kick from behind. Note that the kicker shoves him forward a bit so he has a better shot at his balls...

Monday, June 1, 2015

Low-blowing audition (written by BBustingFanboy)

This story was written by our reader BBustingFanboy It's an awesome piece of fan fiction starring everybody's favorite wrestler LoganI hope you like this story as much as I do! As always, your feedback is highly appreciated! :-))

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

"Man, thanks again for doing this!" I mean it when I say it. Logan's a great guy and everything, but I only asked him as a last minute thing for advice. No way I expected him to actually volunteer.

"Seriously, it's fine. Ashley's away for the whole week, so these babies can afford to take a beating." The blond hunk grins at me and cops his massive bulge.

"That is, if you have what it takes!" The two of us burst out laughing.

I am a new reserve on the wrestling team that Logan captains at Bartlett High. He's an inch taller than me, but I'm thicker built. Which explains why I am slower. We haven't fought each other, but he has great technique and his adonis physique probably makes him the man to beat.

I got no delusions about my skills. But I can sell my moves well, and I ain't a bad looker. Which is why I decided to audition for one of those online wrestling companies that specialise in homoerotic matches. The owner got back to me, saying he liked my tapes. But he commented that they were all high school stuff. He wanted to see something more like what they do.

Which brings me to today. I didn't know who to turn to - being a newbie and a reserve, I don't know the whole team very well. So I decided to ask Logan if he knew anyone who'd be willing to wrestle me in what could be a suggestive, kinky match. Dude saved my ass by saying he'd be up for it himself.

"You sure you're okay with all of this?" I ask again. Logan nods confidently. I'd explained to him that the owner had assured me there'd be no fucking involved. The company didn't do that. But I knew from their tapes that ballbusting and ass play were common features, and I had told Logan bluntly that's what he'd expect. As far as I could tell, it wouldn't be a scripted match, so I'd have to beat Logan myself. (And even if I lost, I could probably audition as a jobber.)

"Don't worry. I'm here to help, honestly." I believe him. If nothing else, the fact that he agreed to do the match without hesitation in a ring wearing shiny wrestling briefs and boots, instead of on the mats with a singlet, means he was okay with the unusualness of it all.

Before I can say thanks for the umpteenth time, the door opens and the owner walks in. He's smartly dressed in a suit but you can tell from the way he walks that this is something he's done before himself. I walk up to him and shake hands.

He smiles at my enthusiasm, but leans in and whispers something. My eyebrows rise and I gesture towards Logan. The owner shakes his head, implying I've got to keep the information to myself and prove my worth without added help. Crap.

As the owner finds a seat, Logan quietly asks if everything's okay. "Yeah, Yeah, everything's fine." I'm lying, but like I said before, I can sell it, and Logan believes me.

At a nod from our guest, we get going. We lock up in a test of strength and we both hold our ground for a while. But Logan knows what he's doing and begins to gradually wear me down. My right knee hits the floor as Logan starts to power me down.

I can see the owner from my position and I can tell he's not pleased. Shit. If this was a fair amateur fight, I wouldn't stand a chance. Luckily for me though, some underhanded tactics are allowed here. And I did warn Logan ahead of time.

With my head at my captain's crotch level, I decide to make use of it, ramming it into his bulge. I instantly feel his grip loosen and hear a grunt. But he hasn't let go, so I do it twice more in succession. I hold on to his hands, so he has no way to cover his mahood apart from crossing his knees and taking a step back.

I quickly kneel even further and use our still intwined grips to pull him forward, my shoulder ramming hard into his basket. I hear a loud moan and I follow up my opening by letting go of his hands and punching upwards into his lower abs, and his balls. The former feel like bricks, the latter like full punching bags. I think about going easy on them when I notice the company's owner smiling at my tactics.

Sorry Logan. Throwing in a half dozen more punches to each of his plums, which are rewarded by yelps and shrieks, I move out of the way and step up, just as my devastated blond friend falls to his knees. I can finally see his face and it is a mask of agony, the eyes scrunched up and his mouth open in a silent scream.

I do a bit of flexing - it always looks good on the website - and turn around just in time to see Logan has gotten back on his feet. Normally, I'd give him a break. But my instructions were pretty clear. I approach him cautiously, because I know he's good, and sure enough he sees me coming and kicks out at me.

But the blows to his balls have slowed him down, and I'm able to catch his leg. With a mischievous grin that I know the owner can see, I fire my own leg up, crunching Logan's vulnerable cajones into his pelvis. His eyes bulge out and he coughs. I drop his leg and walk up to him more confidently.

I wrap my arms around his waist and lift him up into a bearhug. Working with the nature of the place I'm audition for, I also start rubbing our crotches together and, sure enough, Logan pops a boner. I can see why Ashley likes him so much - and I can feel clearly that having her away for the week might be frustrating for him.

I notice, a minute too late, that while I try to exploit his libido, Logan's raised his arms and brought them crashing on to my back. Generally, that would be enough to let me drop him, but I'm determined and he's already weak, so all I do is grunt and increase the pressure a bit. When he does it again though, I know I need a change in tactic.

Shifting my grip just a little, I drop him down and raise my right knee to meet his balls. He yells out and falls on to his back, but before he can protect himself, I spread his legs and start stomping with my foot. I switch it around a little, throwing in a few stomps to his gut, but I focus on the target afforded by the snug briefs. I finish off by balancing myself on his package on just one leg for a full minute, the pressure threatening to crush his precious jewels. When I get off, he just groans and curls up into a ball.

At this point, I can tell he's done. Unfortunately for Logan, this isn't just about winning the match any more, it's about how I win. I need to make this memorable. So the first thing I do is gently pry his hands away from his aching nuts and envelope the entire front of his package into my mouth. It's one of the things I'm good at and I can tell from Logan's sudden moans that I've not lost my touch. With the stimulation he's already received through the match, I need to make sure I don't force it though.

Just as he's about to blow, I pull up. He's left shuddering and I know I have my opening, so I grab his arms and pull him up into a seating position. At the same time, I brace his thighs against my legs, wide open, and I pull. The modified spladle move has him screaming again as his groin is pulled apart. I grab both his hands in my left hand and use my right to add to his discomfort by first flicking, then slapping, then outright punching his balls, still held tightly in his briefs. Splat after splat is met with an ever-louder shriek.

Good. I let go of him and stand up. I grab his pecs and use them to drag him to his wobbly feet. Throwing a smirk over my shoulder at the owner - got to sell it, remember? - I do a running start at the ropes and use it to launch myself at poor Logan, my arm outstretched. The clothesline actually makes him flip over and fall on his stomach. He's groaning, but I reach down and pull him up again. I start kneeing his balls, each hit hard enough to lift him off his feet.

After a dozen or so shots, by the end of which he's leaning on to me for support, I grab his arm and fling him into the corner. He's already dazed so he doesn't react fast enough to stop himself, and ends up hitting the top turnbuckle hard and sagging over it. I don't have time for sympathy though and I lock on a full nelson from behind. Using the hold to guide him, I begin to seductively dry hump in the corner, his balls getting crushed between the turnbuckle and his body with every thrust and ruining any chance of pleasure. I can tell from his grunts he's not enjoying getting his balls even more abused and soon enough his head begins flopping with my movements. I'd be lying if I said I don't enjoy part of it.

And then the grand finale. I wrap one hand on the back of Logan's neck and kneel down, before draping his back over my shoulders in a torture rack. My other hand works its way into his briefs and wraps itself around his nutsack. I don't squeeze too hard. Yet. Instead, I parade the slab of perfectly tenderised beef around the ring, doing a few squats to show my dominance. Logan's just groaning wordlessly at this point. Come to think of it, neither of us really said much during the match.

"So," I finally say out. "You ready to submit?"

Before he has a chance to react, I clamp down hard on his crown jewels. "FUUUUUUUCK!" is all I hear before I feel his whole body convulsing on my shoulders. I play it up more.

"Not the right answer", and I pull his balls even harder. That's all he needs. After a full match of being worked over, Logan's sperm-tanks can't hold it in any longer and I feel the inside of his briefs get really wet, really quickly. The orgasm lasts for a while, his plums letting go of load after load for what feels like an eternity. Some of it dribbles down the back of his briefs onto my arm.

Finally, after his mammoth orgasm subsides, I hear him groan again. Another tug at his balls has him shaking his head. "Say it," I repeat, squeezing again.

"Fuck. I submit. I submit. Fuck." is Logan's response. Satisfied, I unceremoniously dump his body onto the wrestling floor and begin flexing again. For some reason, the owner doesn't look completely sold yet. For a split second, I panic, before remembering that all the matches on the website end with something more.

I walk back to where Logan is on the floor, drained of his load and too tired to move. I work his briefs off him, taking note of the bruised balls and glistening fuckstick along the way. He whimpers, and I do my best to take no notice. I make him sit up, his legs spread wide, as I kneel down behind him and wrap my hands around his head in a sleeper.

Then, like a drill sergeant, I begin to bark out orders for him to flex. This feels amazing! Winning the match was great enough, but now I get to make Logan Kruger, the Logan Kruger, my own little puppet. He might be sore all over, but he takes it like a champ, showing off his baseball biceps and washboard abs. He even manages to make his pecs bounce.

Once I know he's had some time to recover, I lift him back up to a standing position, my arms still around his neck, then tell him to jerk off. For the first time, he seems hesitant, but he probably remembers me telling him how far he would have to go and meekly complies. As soon as he's got a steady rhythm going, I adjust my grip and only use my left arm to keep him in a reverse chokehold.

I then guide my right middle finger into his tight butt and push it through. That's all it takes for Logan to blow like a geyser once again, this time his cock unbound and free to spray the whole ring with his juice. His second load doesn't last as long as the first, but I still make sure to squeeze his balls out, eliciting another shriek as they get wrung dry. To cap it all off, I then tighten my arms around his head and knock him unconscious, the signature ending of the wrestling federation I'd like to join.

As Logan drops like a sack of potatoes at my feet, the owner gets up and starts applauding. Phew! All that work paid off. When he came in, he had told me that there were no more jobber openings and if I wanted to work for him, I'd have to be a dominant heel, vicious through and through. I definitely answered that call. He congratulates me on my win, saying that maybe I could do some more trash talking next time, but that I have definite potential.

As we talk about my contract, Logan's still unconscious at my feet. It feels powerful. The owner looks down at him and, after a serious pause, looks to me again.

"I know I said no jobber openings are available, but any chance we could convince your friend to come on? Those balls of his would go down really well with the other recruits."

I chuckle. "I don't know sir. He's not really into all of this."

The owner sighs, but makes one last push. "Okay. But maybe we could convince him to redo this match in front of a few cameras, exactly as it was? We can do it here tomorrow. He stands to make a lot of money on it, I promise."

Logan's beginning to stir. I know Ashley won't be back for at least another three days. I grin.