Sunday, March 29, 2015

UCW Wrestling goes nuts!

I have been a fan of UCW Wrestling for a couple of years. Their roster features a lot of hot, young wrestlers, and it seems like they all like to employ dirty tactics and cheap shots to defeat their opponents. Take for example Match 269 where Johnny Deep and Axel fight in an Easter Special and repeatedly go for each others' eggs. There have been steamy oil matches (like Match 277 or Match 364 or Match 379), strip matches (like Match 322) and jock strap matches (like Match 397). I've bought a number of clips from their site, and most of them feature a couple of nice, dirty nutshots.

But their latest video takes the cake: Match 400 (Ballbuster) features Eli Black and Axel, two hot UCW regulars who have made appearances on other websites as well. Eli has brought young Vincent Stone to help him fight Axel and reclaim the UCW championship belt (or something like that - I have to admit that I was a little distracted during the introduction by Eli's hot, ripped body...).

This match is all about crunching nuts and busting balls. It's more than 30 minutes long, and it starts with a mean nutpunch and ends with a couple of nasty smacks in the balls. In between, Eli and Axel kick, stomp, squeeze, headbutt, punch, slap, knee and bite (!) each others' nuts, and even young Vincent gets in on the action and deals out a couple of nutshots - only to get his just deserts by Axel and Eli. There are so many highlights that it's almost impossible to single out a specific scene. From the prolonged mutual ballsqueeze to the incredibly brutal frontal wedgie on Axel, from the numerous kicks and punches to the playful slaps and smacks, from the fun dialogue and the hot banter between the two fighters to the nut-bashing action - I loved every single minute of this match.

If you enjoy hot guys in speedos bashing each others' balls and having a lot of fun while doing it, this is a clip you don't want to miss! Buy it at www.ucw-wrestling.com for only $14.99.

If you're not convinced yet here are a couple of scenes from the match:

Friday, March 27, 2015

Blood, sweat and tears (Jordan meets Logan)

Special thanks to our reader Jordan! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who instantly sprung a boner when he read the title of this story!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.



Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.
Additional note: This story is bleaker and more violent than usual, and the violence is not limited to ballbusting.


Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

The car stopped in front of a giant, dark building that had served as an industrial slaughterhouse once. It looked menacing and ugly, and you could almost hear the screams of the millions of pigs that had lost their lives here.

Logan got out of his car and grabbed his gym bag. He pulled out his phone and checked the address. He was at the right place.

He waited until his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and walked around the building until he found a door. The glass in the windows was shattered and there was some diffuse light coming from inside the building.

Logan chuckled.

The 18 year old blond had been to a couple of weird locations for private fights. He was a successful high school wrestler, and there were surprisingly many people who paid good money for a chance to fight him. His girlfriend Ashley frowned upon it, but for Logan it was an easy way to make money. Usually, the fights took place in some guy’s living room, or at a party. This location was different. Original.

Logan ran his hand through his short blond hair and entered the building. He closed the door behind him and looked around the large, dimly lit hall. The floor and the walls were covered in pale beige tiles.

“Hello?” he shouted, his voice echoing through the hall. “Anybody there?”

Sunday, March 22, 2015

One on one: Kev vs. Logan


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

The wrestling singlet clung to Logan’s body like a second skin. The 18 year old high school wrestler had chosen a white singlet that did very little to conceal his muscular body. The handsome blond’s ripped abs and his muscular chest with his erect nipples were clearly outlined in the thin fabric, and it looked like the singlet was painted onto his body. A little further south, a delicate treasure trail led to his trimmed pubic hair. His impressive semi-hard dick was bent to the side and pressed against his body, and his large, plump balls were bulging below.

“Show-off”, Kev said with a grin and winked at Logan. He was two years older than Logan and just as muscular. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of tight red speedos that contrasted nicely with his tanned skin.

“When you got it, flaunt it, right?” Logan smiled and tugged at his singlet, causing his balls to jiggle jauntily.

Kev chuckled and grabbed the big bulge in his speedos, squeezing meaty dick and hefty balls. “My motto, too.”

The two guys laughed.

“Too bad those big, juicy balls are gonna get ruined today.” Kev’s attempt at an apologetic smile didn’t look very convincing. “I hope you didn’t make any plans for tonight…”

Friday, March 20, 2015

From stud to dud: THUD!

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.


The monotonous motor sound of the blue 1972 Volkswagen Transporter almost drowned out the music that was blaring from the ancient speakers at the front.

Rocco, Bucky and Shawn had grown used to the sound. The three buddies had been on the road for more than eight weeks, and they had listened to the music on the three mixed tapes that Bucky had found in the VW’s glove box for what seemed like centuries.

“…be sure to wear some flowers in your hair...” Shawn bawled out with the confidence of a seasoned stage performer, and the voice of a deaf cat. The 31 year old redhead was naked except for his biker boots and a pair of tighty whities that were in desperate need of a wash.

Next to him, on the driver’s seat, his friend Bucky sang along with him, matching Shawn both in confidence and in tone-deafness. The handsome 30 years old was wearing grayish long johns that had a couple of burn holes in them. His brown hair was messy and ruffled, and it looked like it hadn’t seen water or soap for ages. He took a deep his from his joint and continued singing, sounding like strangled dog. “…if you come to San Francisco…”

“…you’re gonna meet some gentle people there…” came a deep, off-key voice from Shawn’s right, sounding like a cheerful buffalo. Rocco was as old as Shawn, a big, hairy bear of a man. He was stark naked, letting his huge, limp dick and the two large, low hanging balls dangle freely. He had a huge smile on his face and patted the head of Captain Crunch. The big Rottweiler was crouched between Rocco’s feet and completed the tone-deaf quartet by howling happily along with the three humans.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Ballbusting workout (Ibi meets Logan)

Special thanks to our reader Ibi for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who's always fantasized about busting their workout partner's balls in the gym!) 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 (Click for pictures)

“You’re Logan, right?”

Logan turned his head. The 18 year old blond dropped the weights he had been lifting and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm. He was wearing light blue shorts and a white tank top, both of which were soaked in sweat after Logan had almost finished his daily workout routine in the gym.

He looked at a bespectacled young man in his early twenties, with black hair and a friendly smile on his face. He wasn’t sweating, his smooth, tan skin didn’t look like he had started his workout yet. In fact, with his skinny body, the young man looked a bit out of place in the gym.

All of the other guests had left, and it was just the two of them in the large room.

“Sorry for interrupting you like this”, the young man smiled and extended his hand. “I’m Ibtisam. My friends call me Ibi.”

Logan shook his hand and smiled. “Logan.” He looked at Ibi for a moment. “I’m sorry, I’m really bad with faces – do we know each other?”

“You probably don’t remember me”, Ibi said, adjusting his glasses. “I’ve seen you wrestle a couple of times. We talked a couple of times.”

Logan looked at him, smiling apologetically.

“Nevermind”, Ibi said with a wave of his hand. “I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan and I really enjoy watching you wrestle. It was nice to meet you here again.”

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

From stud to dud: SPLOTCH!

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!
SIZZLE!

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’d think he’d be happy”, Shawn said with a shrug.

“He didn’t seem happy to me, dude”, Bucky replied, taking a hit from his joint.

The two guys were sitting in Shawn’s Tattoo Temple, a run-down shop that was deeply in need of a thorough cleaning. Shawn scratched his head of red hair and nodded. “That’s what I’m saying.” The 31 year old tattoo artist was shirtless, sitting on the floor, leaning against the window, next to half a dozen of empty beer cans, holding a full can of beer in his hand. He was naked except for a pair of scrubby tighty whities. He reached inside his underwear and scratched his pubes before bringing his hand up to his nose and sniffing at it. “You think he’d be in a better mood after he shot his load.”

Bucky nodded. He inhaled the smoke from his joint and slowly let it out of his mouth. “Makes you wonder”, he said in a strained voice, “how a guy shoots his load without getting an erection.” He was lying on an old massage table, wearing nothing but a baggy pair of long johns that had stopped trying to pass as clean and white a long time ago.

“You’re the doctor, dickhead”, Shawn said before taking a gulp from his beer. “You tell me.”

Bucky stared at the ceiling for a while, his eyes fixed on a spider that slowly made its way down towards his forehead. “No idea”, he finally said, engulfing the spider in the smoke of his joint. “Not possible, dude.”

Friday, March 6, 2015

From stud to dud: SIZZLE!

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.

Quint couldn’t wait for Troy to arrive. Ever since his phone call last week, Quint was looking forward to it. The 25 year old was tall and athletic, a clean-cut, dashing young man. His blond hair and his short bristly beard accentuated his handsome face.

He worked as a ranch hand on a nearby cattle farm. Quint lived a simple life, and he liked it that way. He got up early in the morning and worked all day long. Every Friday and Saturday night he went out with Troy. Every Sunday he played baseball with Troy and a couple of other guys.

Troy was his best friend. Troy was confident and funny, and he talked a lot.

Talking wasn’t Quint’s strong suit. He didn’t trust his mouth. Sometimes things came out that made no sense, not to anybody but him. But Quint trusted his hands. His hands were strong. Quint loved to work with his hands.

He loved working on the farm, working in the stables wearing his work gloves, his boots, his worn-out jeans and his father’s denim jacket. He loved working with the animals and making them do what they were supposed to do.

But he was always looking forward to the weekend when he got to spend time with Troy. Sometimes they went hiking together, sometimes they just spend the day at the Wet'n'Wild Emporium, drinking beer and watching the strippers. Sometimes they went hunting. Quint knew his way around firearms. And Troy had a closet full of guns. He wasn’t as good a shooter as Quint was, but Quint knew better than to make him feel it. One time, on their first hunting trip, Troy got really mad when Quint shot a deer and Troy didn’t. Since then, Quint always made sure that he didn’t shoot anything unless Troy had already made a kill. Most of the time, they came back without any prey. But it was okay. And Troy was happy. And if Troy was happy, Quint was happy.