Friday, February 27, 2015

Singing in the pain (Gerard meets Sammy and Logan)

This story immediately follows Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Logan

Special thanks to our reader Gerard for the plot idea! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who thinks nutshots are just hilarious!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.





Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“It’s a wrap”, I shouted. “Great work, guys!”

Logan looked up at me, grimacing in pain, lying in a puddle of his own creamy jizz. He dipped his finger into the puddle and scooped up some of his spunk, a weak grin on his face. “I better call Ashley. I don't think we'll fuck tonight...”

Sammy and I laughed.

We had just finished filming a cum-filled and very painful episode of our immensely successful series “Sammy the ball doctor”. Logan had played the role of the patient to Sammy’s charming yet ruthless physician.

Sammy was shirtless, wearing white pants and a white doctor’s coat, a stethoscope hanging from his neck. The lanky 18 year old redhead looked like the male equivalent of the stereotypical “sexy nurse”.

Logan was bare naked and groaning in pain. He was 18 years old, an All-American Boy,  handsome and blond, with clear blue eyes and an adventurous attitude.

We were filming on location, in the practice of a doctor friend of mine. He didn’t know what we did exactly, but I was sure he had a pretty good idea.

“Alright”, I said, looking at my assistant Erik. “We better clean up and get out of here.”

Erik let out a groan. Cleaning up jizz was not his favorite pastime but somebody had to do it.

Friday, February 20, 2015

From stud to dud: PLOP!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:
CRUNCH!
CLINK!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.


Rocco sighed. What a boring job. The big, muscular hunk ran his hand through his full head of black hair and scratched his stubbly beard, staring at his tool box. He was supposed to lay pipes in an office building that was being renovated. Boring. The rooms on the fourth floor were empty except for some junk lying around, and there was not a person in sight. Boring.

On the upside, being alone meant that Rocco could work the way he worked best: in the nude. His big, muscular body was covered in black hair. His huge, limp dick was dangling between his legs above his furry nutsack that held his fat, extralarge testicles. Rocco’s dick had suffered a lot in the past couple of months. Rocco used to be very, very proud of his massive monster cock. It had been hard all the time, and Rocco spent hours and hours jerking off and blowing his load. Rocco closed his eyes. The mental image of his huge, dripping erection brought a little smile to his face.

Damn, he was fucking horny! He hadn’t had an erection or shot his load in months.

Rocco tugged at his dick with a frustrated grunt. His balls had to be filled to the brim with pent-up sperm. If only he found a way to get off!

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

New poll: Story length


Size matters - let's not pretend that it doesn't...

When I'm writing a story I usually don't pay attention to its length. Some are pretty long, some are rather short. Very seldomly do I split a continuous episode into smaller parts and post them over several days, and I only do it when I feel that it is far too long and the narrative flow isn't hurt.

I'd like to know how you think: Do you sometimes skip a story because it's too long? Or do you stop reading at a certain point? Or do you feel let down when a story is too short?

Which do you prefer - the longer stories or the shorter ones? Please tell me your opinion in the comments section and in the new poll at the right.

The poll will be open until the 31st of March. 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 vote in the poll.

Thank you!

Monday, February 16, 2015

Lucky Charms (Towel Boy II)

I've been a fan of Nicholas's blog Nuts, Bursts and Ballbusting Stories for years. His awesome ballbusting stories (whether they are f/m or m/m) are some of the best you'll find on the internet. In November, he published a wonderful story called Towel Boy. In the past couple of weeks we have worked together on a sequel to that great story. Here it is. 


Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality and castration.

Jake lay in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Boy was the hospital boring. He so wished he could be out with the football team, going to parties, having group sex and generally having fun. He reached under his blanket to fondle his now empty scrotum. It was so weird not having balls anymore. No matter, though. He was to be fitted for Neuticles tomorrow and they’d be inserted by the end of the week. And he’d be going on testosterone meds soon so his libido wouldn’t suffer even in the slightest.

Just then Jake’s younger brother Brett walked in, holding a teddy bear he’d bought for Jake in the hospital gift shop.

“Here ya go,” said Brett. “I thought you might need something to cheer you up.” He plopped down in the chair next the bed.

“Thanks,” said Jake, putting the bear on the table beside him.

“How long until you come home?”asked Brett. “For some reason Rick and Paul really miss you, and mom and dad are still wondering how it all happened.” All any of them knew was that Jake has some kind of sports accident, but the details were hazy.

“HA!” said Jake. “Yeah, I bet they do.” Jake smirked. His two older brothers were the whole reason Jake was so good at male on male sex. He’d had years to learn how to pleasure them so they wouldn’t have to masturbate.

Friday, February 13, 2015

The ball-kicking bag (Dan meets David)

Special thanks to our reader Dan for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one following this blog with his partner and looking forward to a hot, steamy BB session afterwards!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: David (click for pictures)

We regularly receive applications for an internship at our studio. Most of the time, the applicants are exactly what you’d expect them to be: perverts who think that filming porn is nothing but fun. What they don’t expect is that there’s a lot of boring stuff to do when you’re not watching a hot guy get bashed in the balls. Once you explain it, almost all of the applicants suddenly lose interest.

Dan was the exception. I liked his application, and we had a good conversation on the phone. He seemed a little shy but willing to work hard, so I hired him as an intern for three months.

He was 20 years old, of average height, with brown hair and glasses. His body wasn’t exactly athletic or muscular so he seemed a little out of place among the models, but he managed to develop a great rapport with them, and it soon seemed like they treated him like a mascot of sorts, joking with him between shoots, teasing him good-naturedly about his British accent and his weight, having him massage their feet, and occasionally giving him a friendly tap in the balls.

One day a couple of weeks after Dan had started, when we were ready to call it a day and everybody else gone home, I asked him if he enjoyed working with us.

He looked at me with a funny expression on his face. “Of course I do! I love it!”

I smiled. “That’s great to hear. We---”

Suddenly the door burst open and David stormed into the room.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Wanted: Your balls (update)


The response to my call for your balls has been incredible - more than twenty people have submitted  their story requests and I've written and published more than a dozen stories so far.

For those of you who have sent me their request and are waiting for their story to turn up on this blog: I have added every request to the list and provided an estimated publishing date.

The stories that have been published so far didn't have an individual title (just a generic title: "Be our guest: X meets Y"). I realize that this might have created the impression that those stories aren't necessarily interesting for anybody who isn't the original requester. I have corrected that mistake and retroactively provided every story that's been posted so far with an individual title.

So if you have skipped the "Be our guest" stories so far, you may want to check out one of these stories:

Big day for a little dick
Hurt pride
Nut-popping jizz-fest 1
Nut-popping jizz-fest 2
Nut-popping jizz-fest 3
Nut-popping jizz-fest 4
Big, blond and ballbusted
Wrestling challenge
The nut-knocker
Fun between friends 1
Fun between friends 2
Threesome
Balls and feet
Begging for a busting
Let's play Roshambo!
Love hurts: Man in the middle

And, finally: Your balls are still wanted! If you haven't submitted your request yet, check out this post for details.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Logan


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“I’m so glad that you’re back together with Ashley”, I said.

Logan smiled. “Yeah, it was painful. But now everything is alright again.” The 18 year old high school wrestler ran his hand through his blond hair and looked at me. “Speaking of Ashley”, he said slowly. “You think maybe we could take things easy on my nuts today?”

We were standing in the middle of a doctor’s practice that belonged to a friend of mine. We regular used as a set, and my friend knew better than to ask what was happening in his rooms after hours…

Logan was wearing tight-fitting blue jeans that bulged at the crotch, and a blue t-shirt that matched the color of his eyes. The young, muscular stud looked stunning.

“I don’t know”, I smiled apologetically. “I guess it depends on him.”

I turned to Sammy, a tall and lanky redhead with a cute, freckled face. He was as old as Logan, and he looked smoking hot in his doctor’s uniform: white sneakers, a pair of tight white pants and a white lab coat. A stethoscope was hanging in front of his naked, hairless chest.

Sammy grinned at Logan, looking him up and down. “I don’t know…” He stepped up to Logan and grabbed his crotch, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You have a nice pair”, he said softly. “I don’t know if I can stop myself once I’ve started…”

Saturday, February 7, 2015

New link: Ballbusting Doodles



I've added a new link to the links section in the right 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.)

ballbustingdoodles.tumblr.com is an awesome new blog that features hot and funny drawings of guys in nut pain. The blog started two weeks ago, and already there are more than a dozen drawings online. And the best thing: The artist is taking requests.

Follow Ballbusting Doodles on tumblr for some awesome art. And if you're into furry ballbusting you might want to take a look at furrybbdoodles.tumblr.com, another great blog by the same artist.

Friday, February 6, 2015

From stud to dud: CLINK!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:
CRUNCH!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“You should have seen his dick explode!” Shawn laughed, smacking his hand down onto the bar. “KA-BOOM! There were chunks of his dick splattering all over the place!”

The people surrounding the 31 year old red-head burst out laughing, some of them cringing in sympathy.

It was a quiet night at “Skinny Dick's Halfway Inn”. There were about a dozen people, most of them familiar faces: Richard, the owner, a muscular man in his early forties, who was tending the bar; Al, the big, bald, black bouncer, who was off-duty tonight but had come in for a beer; a couple of hunters that stopping by every night after finishing their hunting trips; a group of buzz-cut recruits from the nearby military base; Fat John, a big, bearded biker wearing a Hell’s Angels jacket.

There were two hipster guys in their late twenties that didn’t seem to be local. Both of them seemed to be more interested in weed than in beer. They were nice and friendly and blended in with the regular crowd. One of them had scruffy brown hair, a beard and tattoos all over his arms and neck. The other one was dark blond and had a couple of earrings and a nosering.

“Chunks of dick, I tell you!” Shawn repeated, laughing. He glanced over to a table at the far end of the bar where two young women were sitting and talking. They ignored him.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

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


In December, I asked you what kind of ballbusting stories you like. More than 320 people voted in the poll - and it was a tight race...

Here are the results:

Competitions and games   43%
Forced sex and torture   43%
Fights and combats   41%
Playful fun and pranks   39%
Aggressive, one-sided humiliation   36%
Accidental mishaps   14%
Foreplay between lovers   13%
Other   3%

What I learn from these results is that I have to remember to mix things up and vary the themes of my stories. I'll try my very best... :-)

Thank you to everyone who voted! Your feedback is always appreciated!