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.



I hadn’t seen him in a while – and I can’t say that I had missed him. The 19 year old was very good-looking, with a great body, jet-black hair and a handsome face, but he was as mean as he was hot. He was a professional ballet dancer who seemed to think he was better than the rest.

“David”, I said without much enthusiasm. “We were just leaving.”

David ignored me and headed for the couch. He sat down, untied the laces of his black leather shoes, took them off, leaned back and placed his socked feet on the couch table.

“I could use a beer”, he said, an icy smile on his face.

I sighed. “David, we were just leaving.“

“Oh, we’re playing the ‘say things twice’ game”, he said in a mocking tone. “Now it’s my turn: I could use a beer.”

I sighed again. “David, I---“

Dan cleared his throat. “I’ll fetch it for you.”

I raised my eyebrows and watched him hurry into the kitchen.

“Who’s the fat guy?” David said.

“His name is Dan. He is our intern”, I said. “David, you can’t just---“

“Here you are”, Dan said, returning from the kitchen with a nice, cold bottle of beer that he placed on the couch table right next to David’s feet, brushing against them with his hand.

“Thanks, fatty”, David said, taking a gulp from the bottle.

“My name’s Dan”, Dan said shyly.

“I know, fatty”, David said with a grin. He looked at Dan, an amused expression on his face.

Dan was wearing black high-top Vans, black skinny jeans, and a green t-shirt with “Dweeb” written across it.

Dan blushed when David caught him staring at his socked feet.

“You seem to like my feet, fatty”, David sneered.

Dan gulped. “I--- It’s---“

“Don’t deny it, fatty”, David said with a mean grin. “Your boner gives you away…”

Dan followed David’s gaze to the unmistakable bulge in his tight jeans.

“It looks like someone stuffed a cucumber into your pants”, David said with a derisive smile. “Not a particularly big one, I might add…”

Dan’s face turned crimson.

David leaned back and grinned. “It’s funny, everything about you is fat – your dick seems to be the only part of your body that’s underweight.” He let out a laugh.

Dan’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know if anybody told you – but you’re not particularly funny.”

David raised his eyebrows in mock-surprise. “I’m not? Oh my god, I’m devastated. Your opinion matters so much to me!” He paused for a moment. “Well, maybe you find this funny.”

With that, he snap-kicked Dan in the nuts with his socked foot, making him double over and grab his crotch, moaning in pain.

David looked at him, a disparaging smile on his face. “What do you see now? That’s hilarious, huh? Everyone likes a good nutshot, right?”

Dan let out a hoarse groan.

“Awww, you’re not laughing. Let me try again.” David kicked Dan’s groin once more, his socked foot connecting with Dan’s hands and ramming them into his precious testicles, eliciting an agonized wail.

“Hilarious”, David grinned. “Never gets old.”

I looked at Dan. Poor guy. He didn’t deserve this. “David, come on, let him---“

“Shut up”, David interrupted me with an icy smile, “or I’ll kick your nuts so hard that there’ll be cum running out your nose.”

I bit my lower lip, weighing my options. On the one hand, Dan didn’t deserve to be treated like that. On the other hand, I had plans for tonight, and parts of them relied on me having a pair of functioning testicles.

I shot Dan an apologetic look and sat down at my desk.

“Take off your clothes”, David ordered Dan.

Dan blinked. “But---“

“I told you to take off your clothes”, David repeated firmly.

Dan raised his hands. “But I---“

David sighed and kicked Dan’s balls as hard as he could. His socked foot connected with the prominent bulge right below Dan’s boner, ramming them into his body and making Dan yelp in pain.

“Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

Dan let out a miserable groan and stripped down to his boxers that were tented by Dan’s erection.

“Those too”, David said, watching Dan with a mischievous smile.

Dan looked at me for help.

I pretended to be busy, meticulously studying my 2048 highscore on my iPhone.

Dan grimaced and took off his boxers, cupping his genitalia with both of his hands.

David rolled his eyes. “Come on, don’t be shy, show me what you got!”

Reluctantly, Dan put his hands behind his back, revealing a medium-sized pair of testicles and a rock-hard dick that was slightly below average size.

David chuckled. “I see. Yeah, well, I suppose you have good reason to be shy…”

Dan opened his mouth to say something but David powered a hard kick into his bare balls, smashing them flat into his pelvis with his socked foot, making him collapse on the ground while screaming in pain.

“Stop it, please”, Dan whimpered.

David leaned back on the sofa, stretching his legs, a confident smile on his face. “Don’t tell me you don’t like this, fatty. Your dick is hard as rock.”

Dan looked up at him, grimacing in pain.

“Admit it, you’re enjoying this”, David grinned. “Hell, you’re having the time of your life.”

Dan let out a moan.

“Get up so I can kick your balls some more”, David demanded.

Dan grimaced, rubbing his sore genitals. “I don’t---“

“Stop it”, David said sharply. “Get up and spread your legs.”

Dan gulped. “What happens if I don’t?” he whispered.

David’s face broke into a smile. “Nothing”, he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I get up and leave.” He paused and leaned forward, looking Dan in the eyes. “You don’t want that, do you? You don’t want me to leave.” He leaned back again, smiling. “You want me to kick your little balls until you shoot your load.”

Dan stared at him.

David’s eyes were cold as ice. “So I’ll tell you one more time: Get up and spread your legs.”

Dan bit his lower lip.

David waited.

Dan didn’t move.

Without breaking eye contact, David said, “Three.”

Dan closed his eyes.

“Two”, David said softly.

Dan’s eyes opened and he quickly got up and stood in front of David, spreading his legs.

“Atta boy”, David chuckled. “But you know what? I don’t have any more time. Sorry, I gotta go.” He leaned forward on the couch and reached for his shoes.

“What?!” Dan whispered.

David just shrugged and prepared to put on his shoes.

“No!” Dan whispered.

David raised his eyebrows. “You don’t want me to leave?”

Dan blinked. “No”, he mumbled.

David chuckled. “What do you want me to do?”

Dan stared at him.

“Say it. What do you want me to do?” David repeated.

Dan looked down at his feet. His dick was hard as a rock, its tip glistening with precum.

“I need to hear you say it”, David smiled.

“Kick my balls”, Dan mumbled, avoiding David’s eye.

“Didn’t hear you”, David grinned.

“Kick my balls”, Dan repeated, louder this time.

David waited.

“Please, kick my balls”, Dan repeated once more, a desperate expression on his face. “Please, please! I beg you! Kick my bloody balls!”

David pointed at the floor.

Dan raised his eyebrows.

“Get down on your knees”, David said.

Dan did as he was told.

David sat down on the couch again, looking Dan over with an amused expression on his face. “Spread your legs. Hands behind your head.”

Dan complied.

“The second you move your hands I’m gone”, David said casually. “The second you fall down I’m gone. The second you close your legs---“ He looked at Dan expectantly.

“You’re gone”, Dan muttered.

“I’m gone, exactly”, David grinned.

A split-second later, David’s socked foot connected with Dan’s vulnerable balls. From his sitting position on the couch, David snapped his into the two tender orbs and rammed them into Dan’s body.

Dan let out a miserable groan.

David followed up with another hard kick, his instep colliding with Dan’s nuts, crunching them into his body.

A third, fourth and fifth kick followed suit, making Dan moan and groan in pain.

By the tenth kick, Dan’s body was shaking and sweat was running down his face. His face was a mask of pain and his eyes were clenched shut.

David chuckled. “I’m impressed, fatty.” His eyes wandered to Dan’s boner. He lifted his right foot and gently tapped the glistening tip of Dan’s dick.

Dan inhaled sharply, his dick leaking precum. His eyes opened just in time to see David’s foot smash into his sore balls, making him wail in agony.

David lifted both of his feet and trapped Dan’s dick between them, moving back and forth, gently caressing Dan’s cock.

“If you cum on my clothes you’ll regret it”, David said with a mean grin.

Dan let out a moan.

With a chuckle, David kicked his balls as hard as he could, eliciting a shrill shriek from Dan’s lips.

Then he continued teasing Dan’s dick, jerking it with both of his feet until Dan moaned with pleasure again. As soon as a lustful sound escaped Dan’s lips, David kicked him in the nuts again.

This went on for quite a while: David stroked Dan’s hard dick with his socked feet before ruining Dan’s pleasure with a hard, precise kick to his balls.

Dan managed to stay in position, on his knees, his legs spread wide, his hands behind his back. His balls were swollen and red, and his dick was twitching with excitement, a steady flow of precum dripping onto the floor.

Dan’s eyes were clenched shut and he was panting and groaning.

David ran his big toe over the wet head of Dan’s dick before crunching his nuts with a well-placed kick.

Dan let out a hoarse groan, his dick twitching violently as he came closer and closer to climax.

David’s socked feet caressed Dan’s dick.

Dan’s breathing quickened and his eyes opened wide. “Oh my god!”

David started jerking Dan’s dick with both of his feet.

Dan’s eyes started fluttering. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”

Suddenly, Dan’s dick erupted with a huge spurt of creamy semen that hit David right in the chest, creating a big, sticky stain on his black shirt. The second spurt landed on David’s thigh.

“What have I told you, fatty?!” David roared before smashing his foot into Dan’s crotch, crunching his contracting testicles hard and brutally flattening them against his pelvis.

Dan let out a shrill scream.

His dick continued shooting, his cum soaking David’s socks, while David landed kick after nut-crunching kick to Dan’s busy balls.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dan’s orgasm stopped and Dan collapsed on the ground, curling up in a ball, clutching his crotch, panting and moaning.

David leaned back on the couch, looking down his body with a disgusted expression on his face. “What have I told you, fatty?” he repeated.

“Don’t cum on your clothes?” Dan whimpered.

“Exactly”, David said sharply. “Look what you have done.”

Dan opened his eyes, grimacing in pain. There was a big wet splash on David’s chest, another one on his jeans. His socks were drenched in semen.

Dan bit his lower lip. He crawled over to David, groaning and moaning, and started licking his cum up from David’s feet and sucking it of David’s socks.

David watched him with disgust.

Dan licked up his jizz like a dog drinking water, trying his best to clean his mess.

Of course, David wasn’t satisfied with the result.

Before he left, after he had put on his shoes, David made sure to kick Dan’s sore, bruised balls one final time, flooring him and causing him to scream like a banshee.

Dan and I didn’t speak again that evening. He put on his clothes and left the studio without a word, walking slightly bowlegged.

I didn’t expect him to return the next morning. But he did. There was no use in acting like nothing had happened, so I asked him how he felt.

“Great”, he replied without looking me in the eyes.

“You sure?” I asked incredulously.

Dan looked up and smiled. “In fact, I’m felling awesome.”

In the weeks and months after that, Dan’s tasks as an intern gradually changed, and soon he had become what the boys called their “ball-kicking bag”: Whenever one of them felt they had to blow off steam, they’d ask Dan to strip naked and spread his legs. Most of the boys were considerate enough to take off their shoes and kick him with just their socks on, knowing that Dan got off on socked feet – but they did it for another reason as well, an entirely selfish one at that: As soon as Dan laid eyes on a pair of socked feet, he’d spring a boner, giving the boys perfect access to his poor, dangling balls.

David dropped in just to have a go at Dan’s balls once or twice a week, and the rest of the boys seized their chance whenever they were in the studio. Dan’s balls were kicked at least once a day, sometimes as much as four times a day. His duties as a “ball-kicking bag” were almost always instantly followed by a footjob, relieving Dan of his load.

At first I was hesitant of joining in, but I soon learned that kicking Dan’s balls indeed was an awesome way to get my mind off work. I don’t consider myself a very good kicker but Dan assured me that I did pretty well, and I even managed to coax a load or two out of his balls just by kicking them.

After three months, his internship ended, and all of us were sad to see our “ball-kicking bag” go. On his last day, we got all the boys together and we gave him a proper goodbye, kicking his balls with our socked feet until he had shot three loads in as many hours.

Since Dan left, I have been thinking about taking another intern. Maybe one with bigger balls. We’ll see.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

This was great! Thanks for writing the story :) I ant wait to see what you do with everyone else's - Dan

Anonymous said...

*can't - Dan

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback, Dan! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :-))