Sunday, August 8, 2010

MUSIC SCHOOL: SCRAMBLED EGGS AND A SECRETARY

The studio booth was busy…people coming in and going out.

Alex walked into the booth. “Jimmy, let’s talk about the next segment of Zach the Man.”

“But first,” Jimmy pointed to a hot brunette. “This is Michelle Notaro. She is doubling here at the studio as tech person and your Secretary.”

“I get a Secretary?”

“Yes. You’re an exec around here. Therefore, you get a Secretary. I also have another surprise for you. Michelle,” he looked over at Michelle, “show him his other surprise.”

“Come with me, Mr. Nehling.”

Alex followed Michelle out the back door. “What is the surprise?”

“If it wasn’t a surprise, I could tell you.”

Monday, July 19, 2010

MUSIC SCHOOL: ZACH THE MAN...AND THEN SOME

The first finished product was ready for preview by the actors and executives over at Ballbusting Boys Buffalo.

Alex looked over at Jimmy. “From what I know of this project, I am not sure if the old title Zach the Cheater will be enough to cover the wider concept.”

Zach, sitting in the corner chair, looked up, “I don’t think it is enough for my ego.”

Alex smiled, “Thanks, Zach.” Looking at Jimmy, he continued, “Anyway, do you have a new title or a working title?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

Zach the Man.”

Somewhat surprised, Alex repeated, “Zach the Man?”

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

MUSIC SCHOOL: DISCOGRAPHY FOR PARTS 1-5

Hey all!

I hope you are enjoying the musical journey unfolding in "Music School." Do not worry, there will be more ballbusting amid the music.

Every five posts, I shall post a discography. The music selected is primarily from the catalogue of my favorite rock 'n roll record producer, Phil Spector.

The Conception

The record Jimmy was listening to was:
You Came, You Saw, You Conquered! The Ronettes (1969)

Jimmy and Alex Meet….Per Chance

The record on the radio was:
Uptown The Crystals (1962)

Pianos and Pink Briefs

The record Sally was referring to:
Lord, If You’re a Woman Darlene Love (Released 1977)

A New Beginning at a New Studio
The record which would have described Sally’s feelings for Alex:
Born to be Together The Ronettes (1965)

Zach, Sammy and a Swollen Sack

The record played at the beginning of the story:
It’s Too Late to Say You’re Sorry Darlene Love

The record on which the hook was based:
Run, Run, Runaway Darlene Love (Album Release from 1976)

Sandy’s two records:
He’s a Doll The Honeys (1964)
Walking in the Rain The Ronettes (1964)

The song on the radio in the kitchen:
Spanish Harlem Ben E. King (1961)

I hope you enjoy the tunes! JD

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

MUSIC SCHOOL: ZACH, SAMMY AND A SWOLLEN SACK

Jimmy stood and looked with pride on the new music studio. Bobby walked up to Jimmy with his hands on his hips.

“Alex is due here any minute. How do you think he is going to react to this new music studio in his big loft?”

“We’ll see.”

“You didn’t ask him.”

“Well, he wants theme songs and that, doesn’t he?”

“I would think so, but --"

“We need recording space, then. Mr. Mallone doesn’t have the money to be spending on studios.”

“Jimmy, it would have been nice to at least inform Alex. You two are colleagues.”

“I don’t exactly call all the shots. Mr. Mallone decided to put the studio here.”

“Evidently. By the way, you’ll be gaining two new musicians.”

Thursday, July 8, 2010

MUSIC SCHOOL: NEW BEGINNING IN A NEW STUDIO

The fake diamonds reflected around the “Andrews, Murdock and Silverstein” sign hanging proudly in the Lobby.

Bobby looked up from his magazine, “What the hell takes lawyers so long? Why couldn’t we go in?”

Joey responded, “Well, it seems that Alex, Jimmy and Salvatore are the only three they need beside Mr. Mallone.”

“Maybe we should ask to get in.”

“No.”

“Dude --"

“No, I, myself, am just going to sit here and read magazines…even if it be Golf Digest.”

“That has to be worse than the All-Golf Channel.”

“No, better. This way, you don’t have to listen to the commentators make comments on how the ball just ‘sits on the sand like a beached whale.’ You know, no stupid comments like that.”

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

MUSIC SCHOOL: PIANOS AND PINK BRIEFS

The phone rang at Bobby’s, waking him out of bed early for a Saturday. “H-h-hello.”

“Drop your cock and pick up your socks. Let’s go. It’s piano day today. I took Mrs. Birch to breakfast. We’re on the way to get you.”

“Ummm….”

“Are you jerking off?”

“No.”

“Then what the hell are you waiting for?”

“OK, OK. I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes.”

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

Click. Bobby got out of bed and stood before his full length mirror. He reached down into his boxers and took his balls in his hand, thinking, Poor babies…I wonder what’s going to happen to you today.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

MUSIC SCHOOL: JIMMY AND ALEX MEET….PER CHANCE

Rolling his eyes in frustration as the time ticks away, Jimmy looked over at Bobby. “I’m going to go out and get some fresh air. Call me when the guy is ready.”

“Alright, man,” Bobby said while reading Newsweek.

Walking outside, Jimmy looked to his left and saw a guy sitting outside an office building down the block. Wearing a shirt and jeans? Outside an office building? In Buffalo? It’s a wonder Security hasn’t run him off. He figured, what the hell?

Approaching him, he is not sure if he should. Too late! “Hey, man, how are you?”

Looking surprised, he said, “I’m doing well. You?”

“I am well. You’re kind of underdressed for this section of the city.”

“I don’t see you wearing a three-piece suit. Anyway, my name is Alex.” He extended his hand.

“Jimmy,” he said as he shook his hand. “So, what brings you down here?”

Thursday, July 1, 2010

MUSIC SCHOOL: THE CONCEPTION

Pacing back and forth in front of the record player, Jimmy’s mind was riding the violins until….

“Hey, dude,” Bobby said as he poked him. “When are you going to stop listening to the Ronettes and get to writing our songs?”

“When I rip your balls off,” he replied as he grabbed Bobby’s balls through his jeans.

“Whoa! Dude!” Bobby put his hands up. “OK, OK. I’m sorry.”

Jimmy released his balls, just to give them a quick slap. As Bobby grimaced, he said, “Now, you know that when I listen to Uncle Phil, I am pissed off. You know that, when I am pissed off, I could very well suspend your sex life for a good while.” Bobby nodded as he continued, “Now take your happy, or not so happy, ass over there and sit down.” As Bobby walked away, he motioned to Joey, “Get him a beer. He needs one.”

Bobby watched him pace from the couch. Noticing him, Jimmy kept pacing as the record faded out. Joey, bringing Bobby his beer, said, “That broad has a hell of a voice.”

“I know. That broad is Ronnie Spector. She has a name,” Jimmy responded.

“I think Bobby here should sing along with her. Play that record again.”

Music is in the air

Today, I received an e-mail from a young musician called Jimmy. He included a picture – and although I’ve seen a lot, I was very impressed.

Jimmy is 18 years old, a brunette with grey-blue eyes. His body is pretty muscular and slightly hairier than most 18 year olds’. Apart from his handsome face, the most impressive thing about him is the big bulge in his jeans. I’m quite an expert in that field, so let me tell you that Jimmy has everything it takes to make it big in our business…

He offered to share some stories about him and his buddies trying to create a band. Of course I said yes.

Welcome to ballbustingboys, Jimmy!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Ballbusting Olmpics 2010: BOC Meeting

RAY

*Thanks to FireCrotchRox for suggesting this new method of Nutball.

Kev entered the studio with Ben and Collin following. We were having a BOC meeting, something that we're not having much of this time around. We were not having many meetings for the simple reason that I wanted things done faster, which is I was forced to dethrone Kev as chairman, but he is still a contributor. But tragedy struck. Normally each event is going to be given two days, the first four preliminary matches on day 1, and the four Medal Matched on day 2, but there was an event scheduled in the gym, and we would have to cut Nutball short one day, meaning we would have to squeeze 8 matches in one day, and there might not be enough time. I gathered the entire BOC for this crisis, me, Phil, Chad, Vince, Kev, Ben, and Collin. The last 3 were the last to arrive. We sat down.

"So what's this whole deal?" asked Phil.

"Well, basically," answered Chad, "their having a basketball game in the gym the day after Nutball."

"And we need time to empty out the equipment," added Vince. "Although we should be up in running in time for our second event, Roshambo."

Monday, March 8, 2010

The Ballbusting Olympics 2010: Danny's interviews 1

RAY

I was a bit surprised when Danny told me he would still be doing interviews after the events. He said he might have to excuse himself days he competes. I uploaded the video he sent me. It was Danny standing outside the gym. He interviewed a few random people, all of them said they were looking forward to the ceremonies. One of the first noteworthy people e interviewed was Seth, Logan's High School pal.

"Seth," said Danny, "I understand you and all your pals are here to support Josiah E. Bartlett High in these games?"

"Ya, well, you know, School spirit," he replied.

"Yes, well anyway, the thing most people want to know about is that little incident with Phil. So you asked him to kick you in the nuts?"

"Well, I wanted something a little more than an autograph, though I got one of those too, and considering where we were and the fact that he kicked things for a living, it seemed appropriate. Besides, I'm such a huge fan of Phil, I felt like a fan girl meeting him, it's nothing short of an honor to be kicked in the nuts by him. Still a bt sore though," Seth replied as he rubbed his package.

"So why are you such a fan?" asked Danny?

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The Ballbusting Olympics 2010: Opening Ceremony

RAY

There was an a feel of excitement in the air as we got ready for the Opening Ceremonies of the 2010 Ballbusting Olympics. Me and most of the guys were outside the gym. There were lines of mostly guys waiting to get a ticket. There was so many people, we thought the gym was going to reach full capacity.

"Wow, this is a bigger outcome than last year," said Kev. "Good part is the camera's are already set up, and will be broadcasting on T.V's all over campus. And it's being streamed on the college site. Granted, Collin had to fuck the producer again."

I chuckled, when we ran into a few friends of Logan's. Gary, a dark blond boy, Leroy a black guy with curly short hair, Seth, a boy with black hair, Kim a handsome looking Asian, Hector a young Hispanic youth who was rather tall and skinny, and Dash, a dark haired boy with a scowl on his face. They all seemed to be on their way to find seats. When they saw Logan, CJ, and Speedy they all began to cheer and pat them on the back.

"Hey, you better make Bartlett High proud," Leroy said.

"Oh shut up," said Speedy. "Logan asked all of you to compete in this thing, and I was the only one with the balls enough to join."

"Oh, your only in one event anyway," remarked CJ.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The Tube

TRAVIS

“Local website seeking guys into creative ball busting…” I had stumbled across the internet ad back in November whilst aimlessly browsing the postings on the campus bulletin board’s ‘Everything Else’ section. As I expected I didn’t hear anything back for weeks… which turned to months. By the time the spring semester was underway I’d forgotten all about the ball busting ad. That’s why I was more than a little surprised when I got a call from a guy named Alex inviting me to join the BallBustingBoys.org team.

I was stunned, and a bit dubious. He apologized for the long delay (apparently my email had been lost in the ‘crush’ of responses, pun intended) and gave me the details for a meet and greet with his camera man Chad to get acquainted with the studio. Alex, unfortunately was off to bust nuts in Europe so I wouldn’t be getting chance to meet him face to face just yet.

However my upcoming visit to the studio left me with one problem, since so much time had passed since I first responded, I’d lost interest in my site hobby or building nut crushing machines (which, sadly, were never tested…) and my most promising design, The Tube, had gone unfinished. But, not wanting to disappoint the BBB.org viewers, it took me less than a few hours to turn The Tube’s blue prints into a working model. Now all I needed was something to test it out on…

“So what, exactly is this thing?” Conrad, my roommate asked, complete bewilderment apparent in his deep voice.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Ballbusting Olympics 2010: Finding team 8

RAY

As I entered the Gym, I was a bit taken by the size. The gym was large, it had a stage in the center that was brought out for special occasions, and a bunch of bench's surrounding it. There was also a Media area that had a commentator’s box and control room. There would be a small camera crew present the day of the competitions, I would be in charge of running the show, Vince would in the control room editing, and Chad would be behind the camera this year as the Head Cameraman of the film crew. Right now the gym was empty, I went ahead on my own to check it out. I had to have a pimply janitor show me the way to the gym, according to him he had to help Alex during the last Olympic Games. This was in fact the same gym as last year, but it had undergone major renovations in terms of size. I had discussed it with Kev, and we decided he could still be a BOC member, just not the chairman. He helped book the event, and is currently advertising. I had noticed there was a rather large monitor placed up high where everyone could see it. We had talked to the Gymnasts about doing another opening ceremony, and they accepted. As I was checking out the gym, I had a ring on my cell phone. I answered it and it was Simon.

"Hey Simon, what's up. You decide who's entering yet?"

"Actually..." Simon said, "the thing is, me Jeff and Larry are being called away to see the Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland by the company Jeff works for, and this is kinda a big deal, and if I go, which I think I am, I'm not gonna be able to make the games. I might make it in time to watch the final events, but..."

"Oh, I see," I said, a bit flustered. "Well, I guess I can try to find a new team on time, you can't pass that up after all. And I think it's being streamed online this year if you want to watch.

"Alright," Simon said, relived. "I'll see if I can. Sorry again, good luck finding a replacement."

I hung up and cursed loudly. We couldn't compete with only 7 teams, and where was I going to find a 8th team this late? I was about to phone Chad to tell him, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure enter through the gym doors. I recognized him from online pictures, it was Warren, the owner of a rival site that gave Alex trouble a while back. I was a bit scared, I already had a lot on my plate, I don't think I could handle whatever drama Warren was about to send my way. He approached me quickly and said, "Hey you, you Alex's replacement?"

"Well, one of three, and we're not exactly replacements-"

"I don't care," he interrupted rudely. "Listen, are you the one in charge of this Olympic crap?"

"It's not crap, and yes I-"

"Good. Listen, I'm still pissed at Alex for that whole thing with the sites, and I wanna crush his old models at this thing, you looking for another team?"

"Well, yes actually, but I don't think you-"

"I don't care, my guys are competing, end of story. Besides, you know your not gonna find a replacement team on time." Damn. He was right. I wasn't happy, but I agreed to it. I ran through a list of the events and asked him who would compete in what. "Well, I think Dima should be in Ball Punch and Ball Fight. Itsuki in Roshambo and Squash. And for Nutball," he thought about it for a second, "Harley. You got all that?"

"Ya. Listen, hopefully your guys can have fun and-"

"That's not important. I want them to win. Looks like you suck at running a site almost as much as the guy before you." That angered me a bit. I was getting ready to yell at him when he delivered a hard slap to my balls. As I clutched my nuts, Warren left. I was a bit amazed at what just happened, just like that we lost a team, and gained one. I called Chad to inform of the turn of events. After that I finished examining the gym, and left, hoping that my guys would crush Warrens.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Ballbusting Olympics 2010: Planning

RAY

Over the days Kev and I had been planning out the details of the 2010 version of the Ballbusting Olympics. Out of the 3 guys who decided to help Alex take over, I decided I would pick up on the last project Alex left off on. We had decided that there would be six events – Nutball, Roshambo, Squash, Ball Punch, a new event that involved one-on-one fights, and the only group event: tug-o-nuts. Nutball and Roshambo are pretty well known and self-explanatory. Squash involved placing your opponents nuts and squeezing. Ball Punch is what the title implies. The new event, yet to be named, involved two competitors entering the ring and fighting, with balls as the main target; although they had a partner waiting outside the ring that could be tagged in, where they would switch places. Tug-o-nuts were like tug-of-war, but the ropes would be tied to the nuts. Each even would judged by our Umpire Phil.

We managed to organize 8 teams to compete, each with 3 members, each team having to compete once. This is a significantly bigger number than last time. The jocks: Kev, Collin, Ben. The gymnasts: The twins and Parker. The skaters: Leo, Tristan, and Sammy. The frat guys: Zach, AJ, and Reese. These were the same 4 teams as last time, all reprising their roles. The new four were the High School Students, the Swimmers, the Nerds, and the Actors. The Actors are comprised of Danny, George, and Lance. The Swimmers were Cal, Brandon, and Bill. The Nerds were Simon and two of his buddies. The Students were our new addition Logan, his red-headed friend, and Speedy.

I was sitting in my studio with the rest of my crew, Vince and Chad. I was still getting to know them, since I had replaced their old boss Alex, they were a bit cautious with me, but I think I was gaining their trust. We were waiting for the 8 teams to come together, as well as our umpire for the events, Phil.

“So who’s supposed to get here first?” Chad asked.

“Um, I’m not sure, probably Kev since it’s his idea,” I replied.

“Well he better hurry,” Chad said looking at his watch. “I don’t have all day.”

“Hot date?” I asked with a smirk.

“Something like that,” said Chad.

“Who’s gonna tell Kev about our little twist?” asked Vince

“I will, hopefully he and his buds will take it well,” I replied.

We waited another several minutes for the first group to arrive, it was actually the frats. Zach entered the studio and plopped himself on the sofa. AJ and Reese followed him.

“Hey, you’re the new boss, right? Nice to meet you,” Zach said, extending his hand. After I gave him a handshake, he introduced me to his buddies.

“So I know I’m new here, but hopefully we can kick off my new job with a nicely planned Olympics ceremony. What do you guys think?”

“Sounds good,” said AJ. “So is this going to be like last time?”

“Ya, but with a few changes, and twice as many people, we’ll discuss it more when the others arrive.”

Everyone else arrived within a few minutes. The next to arrive were the swimmers, who sat down and made themselves comfortable. Then in came the skaters, followed by the actors. Next were the gymnasts. Each group started conversing with friends as soon as they entered, I had remained a bit quiet. I figured I’d introduce myself when everyone was here. Next Kev showed up with Ben and Collin, I was bit surprised he wasn’t the first to arrive.

“He’s usually a bit late,” Chad said to me, with a soft chuckle. Vince was in the corner, fiddling with his hi-tec phone.

“He usually this shy?” I asked, gesturing to Vince.

“Ya, I really haven’t known him long,” said Chad. “He works behind the computer mainly, editing mainly, and will occasionally pick up the second camera. Every now and then he comes up with some wacky invention to hit people’s nuts. In fact, I really only see him get enthusiastic when he has a new invention. So what, we’re only waiting on Logan and Simon’s groups?”

Almost as soon as he said that, Logan, the red-head, and Speedy entered. “All right, we can catch up Simon and the rest later, I think it’s time we get started,” I said to Chad, who nodded in agreement. “Um, listen up guys,” I said slightly loud, so I could be heard over the clatter. “I’m going to go ahead and start. Now I know a lot of you miss Alex, and I’m not trying to replace him, but the show must go on, so Alex entrusted me to help run his site. Now, I chatted with Kev and most of you on the phone, and I’m basically going to pick up where Alex left and continue the Ballbusting Olympics 2010. Just a little about me so we can get to know each other, my name is Ray Ramirez, I’m from Texas, and-“

“sorry I’m late,” said a familiar red-head face, entering through the door. It was Phil, our Ump.

“No, not at all, just in time,” I said. “Now, Alex has told me a lot about you, and I did follow the site for a while, so I’ve seen most of you in action. Why don’t we get started?”

The guys nodded in agreement, as Kev approached me. “Hey new guy. What’s up?” he said, extending his palm out asking for a high-five. As I lifted my hand, he brought his other down in a quick slap to my groin. I was wearing blue jeans, and his hand landed perfectly, I was able to grit my teeth and bear most the pain, as everyone laughed. “Sorry, just my little initiation. Now seeing as how I’m the BOC leader, I think I should continue this…” Me, Vince, Chad and Phil shifted uncomfortably.

“Actually Kev, we decided that having a competing team acting as leader of events would give you an unfair edge. This year, me, Phil, Chad and Vince are they new BOC,” I said, trying not to sound like I was shunning him.

Kev’s face turned red with anger. “WHAT? Man that’s bullshit, Alex would never have approved of that!”Kev returned to his seat, fuming, while the guys laughed. “K, so as you can see, this year, we will be having twice as many competitors, which just means competitors, will have to work twice as hard.” There was some cheering from the guys. “Alright, let’s introduce the teams. The four veterans are the frats, Zach, AJ, and Reese,” the three stood up and took a bow to some light applause. “The skaters, Leo, Tristan, and Sammy,” Tristan was the only one who stood to take a bow, which was when Sammy slapped his nuts. Tristan groaned as Sammy’s hand made perfect contact with his baby makers. Tristan grabbed his crotch and sat down. After everyone had a good laugh, I continued. “The Gymnasts: Michael, Will, and Parker,” Will grabbed Michaels and Parkers crotches, one with each hand, and gave a wave, as his brother and Parker began grabbing their crotches. “And of course, the Jocks: Kev, Ben, and Collin,” Ben and Collin gave a wave, while Kev still seemed upset that he wasn’t the BOC leader.

“The four new teams are the High School Students: Logan, Speedy, and…..I’m sorry, I forget if Alex said your name was Cody or Jeremy…” I said, embarrassed.

“It’s both,” said the red-head boy. He was average height with flat red hair, and a ring piercing on his right nostril. From what Alex told me, he was a sexual deviant. “Cody is my first name, and Jeremy is my middle name. People call me both, although some people just call me CJ,” said CJ.

“Great, let’s go with that,” I said. “So Logan, Speedy, and CJ are our High School team. All of them are 18, so don’t worry.”

“Actually,” said Speedy, a blond boy with a long face and hair gelled into eccentric spikes, “I’m 19!”

“Yes, well, moving on,” I said with a smile, “Our swimmers, Cal, Brandon, and Bill. Bill is I think the most new to us, be he’s a long time friend of Cal.” Bill, a blond swimmer who looked about 23 and was very attractive, stood up and introduced himself.

“Our last team that’s here is the Actors, Danny, George, and Lance.” George was the shortest, Lance was the tallest, and Danny was in the middle. “And the ‘Nerd’ team is not here yet, we’ll catch them up. Now, let’s just go over the events. Nutball is pretty basic, two people sit across from each other and throw a projectile at each other gonads. Roshambo is when two players exchange kicks. Squash is where each opponent grabs each others sac and squeezes. Ball punch is when two players exchange punches to the balls. All of these events will be played completely in the nude, and will be watched over by Phil. “

The boys seemed to nod in agreement. Some looked like they were pretty excited, and looking forward to the events. “Now the last two events may seem a bit unfamiliar. The 5th event, Ball Fight, will be a fighting one, where-“

“You mean like the one-on-one fights?” asked Parker from the audience.

“A lot similar,” I said. “But with one major difference, you will have a partner when you fight. The fight will take place in an arena, and your partner will stand outside the ring, and at any time you can make your way to the edge of the ring and slap your teammate’s hand, and he will replace you. The main fighter will be who starts each fight, and he must be the same person. The secondary fighter, the one who can be called in to be the substitute, can be different each round, assuming you advance to the next round. The first teams to have both fighters give up or pass out losses. Any questions?”

“Ya,” said Will, “why would I give up if I could just tag my partner in when I’m losing?”

“Well, in order to tag someone in, you’d have to make your way to the edge of the ring and slap your friends hands, which will be very hard to do if your opponent is holding you down by the balls,” I said with a smile. “Once someone gives up, they will be automatically replaced by their partner, and once their partner gives up, that team loses the round."

“So it’s sort of like those old arcade fighting games?” asked AJ. Some people laughed.

“Yes, I suppose that is a fair comparison,” I said, holding back a laugh. “Also, this is the first event that will be played clothed. Each contestant will start off in their underwear; however, it is not a rule violation to remove your opponent’s clothes. Alright, so the sixth and final event will be a twisted version of tug of war, called tug-o-nuts. It will be just like tug o war, but each end of the rope will be split into three smaller lines, and each line will be tied around the nuts of a group member. After that, it’s pretty similar, a red flag will be placed in the center of the rope, and the first team to move the flag to their side wins. That’s all the events, any questions?” It appeared that everyone got the gist of the events.

“All right, a few more general rules, each member must enter in at least one event, but no more than two, so you can’t have one member enter half of your events for you. Each event has different penalties, and for each penalty someone gets, you get a penalty kick from our Ump Phil at the closing ceremonies. If you don’t accept the kick, you cannot receive a medal. And if anyone is caught cheating, for instance wearing a cup, they will be immediately disqualified and have all medals stripped. Now we will be writing down who is going to compete in what event. You can discuss it amongst yourselves, and when you’re ready, come tell me and Chad who your entries are.”

There was much clatter among the future Olympic competitors as they discussed who would do what. Some people argued over the placement. The first people to go up to me and Chad were the Students.

“Hiya Ray, nice to meet you,” said Logan extending his hand. After we exchanged pleasantries Logan got down to business. “So Speedy will do Nutball, CJ will be doing Roshambo and Squash, and I will be in Ball Punch and Ball Fight.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Chad, as he wrote down who would be doing what on his clipboard.

As the Students left, the Frats approached. “Hey new guy,” said Zach. “I hope you know you and thoose other guys have some pretty big shoes to fill, Alex was a pretty cool dude. Anyway, I’ll be doing Squash and Ball Punch-“

“Try not to get your balls bashed too badly,” interrupted AJ. Zach shot him an annoyed look.

“AJ will be doing Nutball and Ball Fight, and Reese will do Roshambo.” Chad jotted all that down, as the Frats walked off. The Swimmers were the next to come up to us.

“Hey Ray,” chimed Cal, “Bill will do Nutball, Brandon will do Roshambo and Squash, and I’ll do Ball Punch and Ball Fight,” he finished saying, as he shook my hand and welcomed me to the site. After the three Swimmers left, the Actors came up to us.

“Hey, listen, said Danny, with a somewhat worried tone, “I was Alex’s first model, and we were kind of close. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but as long as you’re not trying to replace him, I suppose the site must go on one way or another. You seem like a good guy, and I'm sure the other two are also, and Alex trusted you guys, so it shouldn’t be that hard to gain our trust. Anyway, I’ll be in Roshambo and Squash, George will be in Ball Punch and Nutball, and Lance will be our Fighter.”

“Sounds good, and I hope we can run this site efficiently together,” I said with a smile. Danny walked off, and his Actors followed. The Gymnasts came up next.

“Hey,” said Will, “You seem like a fun addition. Sad about Alex though. Anyway, I’ll be in Ball Punch and Squash, Parker will be in Ball Fight and Nutball, hopefully his training sessions will pay off, and my brother Mikey will be in Roshambo.” As Chad wrote all that down, the three left, and were replaced by the Skaters.

“What’s up Ray?” said Leo, slapping my hand. “K, I’ll be in Nutball and Ball Fight, Sammy will be in Squash and Ball Punch, hopefully his sessions as the “Ball Doctor” will help, and Tristan is in Roshambo.” Leo left after welcoming me to the site. After that, Kev, Ben, and Collin approached me, Kev still seemed a bit angry over the BOC incident.

“Listen, I don’t trust you, and you better do a good job with this. I'm sure the other two guys will be better than you are,” Kev said with a bitter tone.

“Oh your just mad you’re not head of the BOC anymore"said Collin.

“Whatever,” said Kev, “anyway, I’ll be in Nutball and Ball Fight, Collin will be in Roshambo, and Ben will be in Ball Punch and Squash.” As Chad wrote down this last bit of information, the Jocks returned to the crowd, and once Chad finished, he went to have a coffee break with Vince.

“All right guys, we got all your events down, and remember, tug-o-nuts will be played by everyone. Now before we end things, I just want to tell you guys that I hope you accept me as one of your new bosses.”

“You know,” Said Kev with a smirk, “There is one thing you can do to make yourself better liked.”

“Sure,” I said, “Anything, what do you have in mind?”

“Well a little initiation, each group sends up a member to hit you in the nuts any way we want,” Kev said with a smile.

“Um,” I said, “didn’t you already do that?”

“That was just a light slap. Come on, you want to be accepted, right?” Kev’s comment was met by cheers from the crowd.

“Oh, o.k. I guess. Why doesn’t everyone line up?” I asked nervously. Before I knew it, there was a line if 7 guys in front of me. In order, it was Logan, Cal, Zach, Danny, Will, Leo, and Kev. Apparently my crew wanted to accept me too, because Chad, Vince, and even Phil joined the line. This made 10 strikes to the nuts for me. I was pretty anxious about it. Logan came up first, he gave me a bright smile, apologized for what he was about to do, and delivered a wicked uppercut into my groin. His fist connected perfectly into my soft package through my jeans. I clutched my balls and rolled over as Cal waited patiently for me to recover. When I did, he looked at me pleasantly and said “I’d prefer if you lost the pants.” I groaned, still in pain, but I complied, and I unzipped my jeans, leaving me in my black boxers. Cal then planted his foot straight into my crotch. The pain was instant and nauseating. The hurt spread from my balls to my stomach. Before I really had a chance to recover Zach rushed forward, and smashed his fist into my groin. His fist slammed into my plums and my balls felt like they were on fire, and I clutched my balls and fell over from the pain. I rolled around while nursing my balls, which were in extreme pain. My balls felt like they were on fire, but after a minute or two of recovery I managed to stand up and meet Danny.

“Just so you know, this is a great way to get us to trust you,” said Danny. “And would you mind taking off your shirt?” I complied and removed my shirt so I was only in my underwear. “I hope you understand that for this to work, none of us can show mercy,” and with that, Danny delivered a ruthless kick into my groin. I doubled over with pain, unable to move. Will took it upon himself to prop me up, move my hands, and grab my crotch. He got a hold of balls and squeezed. His hand was like a vice grip on my balls as he clenched his hand and twisted. Once he finally let go, Leo wasted no time in jamming his bony knee into my privates. The pain shot up through me, I was amazed by how such a bony knee could pack a serious wallop. I sat on the couch to gain some time to recuperate. Kev was next. "I think I'm entitled to a bit more than one hit," he said, as he grabbed me by the legs and dragged me off the sofa. I fell flat on my butt as he spread my legs open an slammed his foot between my thighs. I groaned in pain as Kev gave me one of the worse gas pedals of my life. He twisted his shoe into my nuts, only the soft fabric of my boxers protecting me. He let go after a few seconds, puled my legs up, grabbed my underwear, and yanked it off. My slightly more than average dick and somewhat larger than average balls flopped out. Kev sent one final stomp into my balls. I clutched my gonads and rolled over in pain. Kev bent down to my level, "you know, now that I've had some time to think about it, I really don't not being BOC chairman. All that planning was a real hassle anyway. Good luck to you, and sorry for busting your nuts. But just you know, anyone who can take that, is cool with me. I'm sure you'll be a great edition to the site," Kev said as he patted my back.

Chad was next, and after about 5 minutes of recovery I managed to stand up. "You'll probably be seeing more of me than any other model, so we should get this out of the way," said Chad. He then delivered a viscous uppercut to my tender testicles. I crouched down but somehow managed to stay standing, even though the pain was unbearable.

Vince approached me next. "Hey, I don't usually do this sorta thing, not without some sort of machine anyway," Vince said shyly. He then grabbed my bare balls and gave a vice-like squeze. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. I fell to the ground when he let go and I began massaging my balls. "Wow," said Vince, "I feel better. I think I'll warm up to you soon enough," he said, slightly more confident.

Phil bent down to my level. "I'm not really involved with this site as much as them, but we'll be working together a bit during these Olympic games. Plus, we can't let the boys watching down." Phil propped me up and backed away. I stood in front of him buck naked and woozy. Phil then delivered a powerful kick between my legs. I didn't know something could hurt that bad. His shoe-clad foot connected perfectly with my delicate balls. As someone who kicked things for a living, Phil knew how to make it hurt. I collapsed in agony after this final bust That was the last bit of pain I could take, I knew I would not be getting up for sometime. There was no way I was going to be a regular bustee here. As I stayed on the ground, each guy patted me on the back and welcomed me to the site before exited the studio. After all the competitors left, Phil said he had somewhere to be and left. Vince took off after him. Then everyone was gone except me and Chad, and I was still on the ground in pain. Chad went out the door and bid me a goodbye and reminded me to lock up. Eventually I gained the strength to get dressed, lock up, and leave, all while still holding my balls. As I turned off the light, I wondered who would win the most medals.

Friday, February 26, 2010

My Arrival

POSTED BY RAY

I entered the studio. I was a bit in shock. I had been a fan of Alex's ever since the site was founded, and watched all the videos and read all the blogs. More recently I began to befriend Alex. When I got the new he was leaving, I was initially crushed, but when he asked to help take over, I was considerably excited. I found I would be 1 of 3 new guys called to help run the site in Alex's absence. I was a bit nervous, considering what I had to live up to. I knew I could never be as good as Alex, but I hoped I could still be a new addition. I was worried if the models would like me or not to be honest. As I entered the studio, I saw Chad, grabbing a beer from the fridge. I walked over to him and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Ray Ramirez," I said, offering my hand. Chad shook it.

"Well welcome to the site Ray. I'm pretty sure Alex told you about everything and how things are done, so no need for that right?"

"Ya," I replied. I walked over to Vince. "Hi," I said as we shook hands. "I thought I noticed two camera angles in the recent videos." Vince greeted me, but seemed a bit shy.

"So what's the last thing Alex was working on?" I asked Chad.

"Oh, that would be the Ballbusting Olympics. We never really got past basic planning. You might want to call Kev and get things sorted out. There's an index of the guy's numbers on your desk that Alex left."

"Alright then, thanks. No rest for the wicked I guess," I said with a smile. I head over to my new desk and phoned Kev. He was a bit surprised to be hearing from the new guy. But we did talk a while, mostly business. We discussed the major changes that would be happening in terms of events. After I cleared it with him, I called Will, Leo, and Zach. They were all a bit shocked to be hearing from me, but all said that they would be competing again. Next I called Danny, to set up his interview section, but was a bit surprised by what I got instead. Although Danny seemed the most crestfallen about Alex leaving, after his initial sadness he said something I did not expect.

"Actually, I was talking to my acting buddies, George and Lance, and we were thinking about entering the Olympics...as a team."

I was taken aback. "But I thought you were all about the camera, being an actor I mean. Wouldn't you rather interview?"

"Ya, but people only care about the main events, not the post-game interview. If I really wanna be noticed, I have to enter."

"Well, that sounds good, but we can't have an odd number of teams."

"You can always call some of the other guys, I'm sure you can find 3 more teams."

"I'll try, but I won't make promises."

"Thanks."

After that, I called Kev. He seemed ecstatic to have more teams, as long as there was an even number. So I got to calling people. I called Cal first, he said he, his Asian friend Brandon, and his other friend Bill could enter under the title "Swimmers." Next I called Simon, who said him and his friends Jeff and Larry would enter under "Nerds." I was a bit stuck, and couldn't figure out who to call next. Chad suggested I call Logan, the new addition. So I did. Logan said he new him and some friends would be willing to enter under the title "Students."

That made 8, and I called Kev to discuss it. It all seemed like it would go over smoothly. The Olympics seemed like a great way for me to introduce myself to the site. Things were looking up.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Friendly takeover

Before I left the studio, I put my suitcase down and turned around to take one last look at what had been my world for the last two years. I couldn’t help but smile at the thoughts of those hundreds of nuts that had been crushed under my surveillance… Well, maybe not hundreds, but certainly a high double-digit number…

Last week, I had received a phone call from Germany. A childhood friend of mine needed my help and my expertise. He had started a Pay TV station targeting young males in their twenties. He had bought the rights for a couple of shows: Jackass (and a few Jackass knock-offs), Silent Library (the Skandinavian, the Spanish and the American version), Fist of Zen (the German and the British version) and a couple of others. He was successful with this but now he wanted to up the ante.

He planned on filming an adult show where the contestants would put their balls on the line, and – lo and behold – my name was the first that came to mind when there was a need for the systematic demolition of male genitalia…

I have to admit that I was flattered. I had sent my friend the links to various videos and we had a short conversation on the phone. After voicing his admiration for both style and substance of the videos – and asking warily if there had been any cases of severe damage and legal threats – he had given me the task of casting the contestants as well as directing the show. The working title – which was neither imaginative nor particularly graceful – was “Eiersalat” (translating to “Egg Salad”). We needed to find some European hotties who would be willing to drop their pants and show off their naked goodies on national TV. And let their testicles get cracked, of course. There was a lot of work to do…

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Wanted: Contributors

No doubt you have noticed that it has been awfully quiet here for a long, long time... Believe me, I know how you feel. I know I would be disappointed if a site like this went quiet all of a sudden…

But there’s no denying: At the moment I just don’t have the time to write any more stories. And I’m sad to say that I have no idea if and when I will be able to pick up where I left off…

That’s why I want to ask you: Do you want to take over? Do you want to write some stories? Do you want to contribute and make a lot of people happy?

If there’s anybody out there who would like to contribute to the site, I’d be happy to change this site to a multi-author blog!

So: If you have a twisted mind, a knack for writing stories, and a bit of time, please contact me via E-Mail and we’ll work things out.

I’m sorry to expand my hiatus, but I hope there are people out there who’d like to carry on… Trust me - it's easy! You are gonna make a lot of people very happy...