Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Your suggestions: Special Guest Star 6


It's time for another Special Guest Star appearance! Isn't it exciting? :-))

Let's recap: So far we've had Ryan PhillippeZac EfronTaylor LautnerCody Christian and Justin Bieber - in two different versions: the brutal and bleak "Rage and Revenge" and the more lighthearted "7 days of pain" (Day 1 (Kev, Colin and Ben)Day 2 (Cal and Brandon)Day 3 (Leo, Sammy and Tristan)Day 4 (the twins)Day 5 (Danny and Simon)Day 6 (Logan and Zach)Day 7 (Finale)).

If you have been following this blog for a while you know the drill: First we'll collect your suggestions, then we'll have a poll to narrow the field, and another poll to determine the winner.

So let's get started: Tell me who you'd like to see in this year's Special Guest Star story by March 15th. You can leave a comment here on this post or send me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org).

Thanks!




Monday, February 27, 2017

My life as a nutcracker - part 2: My official introduction to ball busting (written by David Walker)

This is the second part of a wonderful, epic story written by our reader David Walker. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!


Previous parts:
Part 1: I learn how to fight



Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Seth answered the phone.  He laughed and said “Fuck yeah” and then told me Jackson wanted to invite me over.  Jackson actually said I should get my young ass over to his farm like after1 or so.  Like I’d pass that up.

He was smoking a bowl when I pulled up.  We sat on the porch and shared the bowl.  Then he stood up and we walked back to the barn.  He said he had his own room in the back.  Nobody ever came around, probably nobody knew about it.  We walked in.  Big widescreen TV, a DVD player and a control he said was for the satellite, a cooler on the floor packed with beer and some really good cheap wine, a table with his laptop, a bunch of joints in a Mason jar, a couple chairs, and two mattresses on the floor.  And a waste can full of paper towels.  I had thought maybe we’d get together some evening when it wouldn’t be as hot.  It’s the romantic in me.

We both had our shirts off, he was in those tight cut-offs and I was in shorts, too.  “Nice place,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said and gave me a pretty good ball tap.  It surprised me more than hurt.

“The fuck?” I said.  I noticed I hadn’t cupped my balls.  He noticed, too.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Welcome to the team! (Myles meets Phil)

Special thanks to Myles for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who always dreamt about becoming a world class soccer player!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.



Featured in this story: Phil (click for pictures)

Phil cracked his knuckles. “Alright”, he said with a smile. “Let’s start.”

The 18 year old soccer star was in charge of the initiation ceremony.

Every new guy on the team had to go through this, and Phil had fought hard to get a chance to give his new team mate Myles a welcome he’d never forget…

“Take your clothes off”, Phil said cheerfully, stretching his legs and his arms.

After one of Phil’s team mates had been on the sidelines for almost two months due to injuries conducting the last initiation, the team had set-up a new rule: Never deliver an initiation without warming up first.

Phil was wearing his training gear: white soccer cleats and knee-length white socks, green shorts and a tight-fitting green-striped shirt. The color looked good on the handsome redhead.

Myles looked at him and smiled as he stripped naked. Soon he’d be wearing a similar outfit. He was looking forward to it.

Myles had always wanted to join the team ever since he started playing soccer back in kindergarten. He was a little taller than Phil, and just as athletic, with muscles in all the right places. Green was a color that looked good on him. It contrasted nicely with his black hair and his brown eyes.

As much as Myles was looking forward to putting on the training gear, he had to go through the initiation, first.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

New archive structure


I have been a little unhappy with the look story archive at the top of the blog for a while now. All those tabs, some of them containing two or three stories, some of them containing almost a dozen stories - in a messed-up alphabetical order because apparently I lost track of my A to Z's at some point...

See what I mean?


Urgh...

So I decided to clean house today.

There are four tabs now:
- Stories A-Z lists every single story I have ever written and published on this blog in alphabetical order (at least until I mess it up again...). It's a long list but, well, I have written a lot of stories...
- Guest authors & collaborations gives you all the stories that have been submitted by readers or written in a collaborative effort by me and another writer (in no particular order).
- Best of the busts leads you to the stories that you have liked best every month since January 2016 (based on the 5 star rating at the bottom of each post).
- Video links is pretty self-explanatory I guess...

Doesn't this look a lot better?


The downside of my cleaning house is that there will probably lots of broken links on this blog that used to lead to one of the eliminated tabs. So if you stumble across one please let me know so I can fix it.

Phew.

I'm tired now.

We'll deal with the mess in the side columns another time...

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Video links: XXX (4)


I know that many people yearn for the "good old times" when everything was better and everyone was nice and nothing bad ever happened.

I am not one of them.

I am glad about the perks of the 21st century, from civil rights to freedom of speech to internet porn.

Here are some more of my favorite amateur porn ballbusting videos.

Let's kick things off with a good, juicy milking. If you're thinking about working on a farm in the summer the following video will be very valuable to you. (Don't show the cows, though it might scare them...)

I don't think I have ever seen a more experienced, more dedicated milker than the guy in this clip. It's 20 minute of edging and ballbusting, and our Swedish farmhand gets rewarded for his hard work with a big, creamy load.

Monday, February 20, 2017

My life as a nutcracker - part 1: I learn to fight (written by David Walker)

This is the first part of a wonderful, epic story written by our reader David Walker. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
 
Previous parts:


Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

It’s not that I like to get beat up.  Some days, though, I feel like that’ll put things to rest for a while.  It’s kind of a redneck pastime, seeing if the fag can take it.  I grew up with just about everybody I went to school with…small town.  Pretty much everybody assumed I was gay, so I got beat up.  I had my books ripped out of my hands, called “faggot,” asked repeatedly why I didn’t just kill myself.  And it’s not like the teachers did anything about it.  Other times, though, it was just fun to try to smash somebody’s lights out.  I can keep up for a couple minutes, and I can dish it out pretty good.  I also make a damned good punching bag.  I don’t like being sore for the next couple days, but there’s a point where I kind of like it.  There’s this musical my brother watches called Carousel.  This girl’s husband, who has a really good voice, punches her when he gets mad.  She says it feels like a kiss.  I don’t know where the writer got that idea, because getting punched does not feel like a kiss.  It feels like getting punched.

I’m queer.  So is Seth, my brother.  Dad is really happy about that.  I mean, one fag son is bad enough, in his way of thinking.  Both sons fags?  He’s sure god played a trick on him.  Maybe.  Dear ol’ dad found out about me first.  Belt, meet skin.  I had those welts for weeks.  Well, fuck him.  He doesn’t think my being able to defend myself is an accomplishment.  He didn’t have every jock in the school picking on him relentlessly like I did.  Let’s just say we don’t talk.

We don’t have a computer…dad doesn’t understand them or what they’re good for.  Seth says he’s saving up to buy a laptop.  My fuck buddy has one, though, and he started to show me videos of guys getting punched in the balls or some guy whackin’ the other with a tennis ball.  So we tried it.  It wasn’t as much fun as fuckin’ and suckin’, but it was fun.  I mean, it hurt like fuck, but there was something cool about it, too.  Then it hit me, kinda like a punch to the nuts.  Maybe I could get even with those fucking jocks by punching them in the stones.  Seth, who made it through school pretty easy, said he’d help me figure out how to do it quick and dirty.

My life as a nutcracker: Cast of characters


Today marks the start of a great series of stories written by our reader David Walker. "My life as a nut cracker" is a young man's epic journey into a world of ball busting und sex. It's a wild ride, and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!

Before I publish the first part in a couple of minutes David and I want to introduce you to the main characters.

Nut Cracker
Nut Cracker (18 years old)
Bullied throughout high school, he discovers a move that stops bullies of all types; a standard Southern young guy who develops physically and emotionally throughout the Story

Friday, February 17, 2017

Family affairs: Helping hand


Previous parts:
Crazy cousins
Daddy's boy
Safety first
Good sport

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And there's a bit of graphic heterosexuality right in the beginning.

“Logan!” Bradley yelled, rolling his eyes as he shifted through the scattered sports equipment in the basement.

He was 38 year old, a handsome, muscular man with dark blond hair and a youthful smile. His well-worn t-shirt that bore the faded logo of a semi-famous rock band and tour dates from 20 years ago matched the color of his loose grey sweat shorts.

He picked up a broken hockey and sighed. There were certainly better things to do on a Saturday afternoon than clearing out the basement.

“Logan!” he repeated, louder.

Up in his room, Logan was too busy banging the hell out of his girlfriend to hear his father calling.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

New poll: Favorite type(s) of underwear


Whenever I write a story and the characters take their clothes off, I wonder: What kind of underwear are they wearing? Usually, I go with boxer briefs, probably because it is my personal choice. But does that reflect your preferences?

That's why I created a new poll, asking you to tell me your favorite type(s) of underwear. These are your choices: briefs, boxer briefs/trunks, boxers, jockstraps, thongs - or something completely different?

Let me know by voting in the new poll that will be open until March 15th. If you are reading this post on your computer you find the poll in the right column of this blog. If you are reading this post on your mobile device you find the poll at the bottom of this page.

Thank you!

Poll results: What do you call them?

 
Last month I asked you to tell us your favorite word(s) for the squishy little toys between a guy's legs.

Exactly 300 people took part in the poll.

And here are the results (more than one answer was possible):

Balls   77%
Testicles   41%
Nuts   41%
Eggs   28%
(Family) jewels   16%
(Go)nads   5%
Plums   4%
Something different   3%

Among the "something different" choices were wonderful expressions like junk, pills, cojones, raisins ("for the smaller ones"), bollocks, and the Hawaiian terms olo-olos and ala-alas.

Thanks to everybody who voted!

Monday, February 13, 2017

Video links: Wrestling low blows


Professional wrestling is a fascinating art. It's basically ballet with big, muscular men. And just like in ballet, "The Nutcracker" is one of the most treasured fixtures of Wrestling. Instead of petite young women wearing tights and tutus hopping around on stage to classical music, Wrestling has hulking giants wearing tights and warpaint hopping around on stage clutching their nuts.

Here are some of my favorite videos featuring professional Wrestling low blows.

Let's start things off with an awesome video that a reader sent me. Special thanks to Dave for sharing this video with us!

It's a very entertaining wrestling match that starts with a nutshot right away, and it's non-stop testicular agony from then on... The commentators keep a running "nut count" - and when the match ends after 9 agonizing minutes, they have counted 53 (fifty-three!) shots to the nuts...

Friday, February 10, 2017

Just for fun (Harrison meets Logan)

Special thanks to Harrison for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves a funny ballbusting joke as long at it isn't at his expense!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.



Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“You ready?” Logan smiled.

The 18 year old high school wrestler was wearing a green singlet that left nothing to the imagination. It was sitting tight on his muscular body, hugging his big balls and his meaty dick.

“Oh yeah”, Harrison grinned.

He was 19 years old, a handsome young man with light skin and dark hair with red highlights. His muscular body matched Logans, and the impressive bulge in his red singlet looked about as big as Logan’s.

He was proud of his 8 inch cock and his fat, round balls inside his tight sack.

Harrison was new in town. He had met Logan at the gym just a couple of days ago.

The two hot hunks instantly liked each other, and Harrison had challenged Logan to a wrestling match.

Never one to pass up an opportunity to wrestle, Logan had agreed.

They were both experienced wrestlers, and the match promised to be a fight between equals.

“Alright, let’s do this”, Logan smiled.

“You can’t wait to get your ass kicked, huh?” Harrison chuckled.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Video links: Comedy gems (10)


Searching the internet for an idea on how to start this post I stumbled across this joke:
What goes Ha Ha, Thump Thump?
A man laughing his balls off!
Okay, now that we got that out of the way, it's time for some real laughs.

Here are some of my favorite comedy clips featuring nutshots from TV shows, movies and web shows.

Let's kick things off with a classic. Dead Man on Campus is black teen comedy from the nineties. Two college guys are looking for as new roommate that they can dispose of to receive good college grades. While auditioning potential targets, they get to know Cliff. Cliff does all sorts of crazy things, and in one very memorable scene he makes Tom Everett Scott kick him in the nuts. "Quick. Kick me in the junk. Come on, man, kick me in the junk!"

Oh, the don't make quality comedies like these anymore...

Monday, February 6, 2017

Best of the busts: January 2017


Your feedback means a lot to me. That's why I value every comment and every email. If you don't have the time to write a comment or an email there's a quick and easy way for you to give me your feedback: At the bottom of each post you can rate it on a scale from awful (1 star) to excellent (5 stars).

Now let's have a look at last month's posts. If you haven't read every single one of them you might want to check out one of the top picks...

The three top rated stories of January 2017:

Friday, February 3, 2017

From stud to dud: DUD! (part 2)

This is it. The end. Part 2 of the final chapter in Rocco's adventurous journey from stud to dud...

Previously on “From stud to dud”:
CRUNCH!

Very, very, very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story - and it was a wonderful, unique experience! I had a great time working on this series of stories with you, and I really hope we'll write together again in the future! Thank you so much! It has been a pleasure!

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.

Rocco slowly swam back into consciousness. He was lying on the floor. Somewhere. His back was hurting. Everything was hurting. From somewhere above him, he heard Bucky.

“Dude, is it busted or not?” Bucky whispered.

Chad grunted. “I can’t tell, he keeps covering it with his hands.”

Rocco heard the sound of cloth ripping.

Bucky whispered again. “Tie his hands behind the toilet.”

Chad sighed. “Okay, whatever. Quit ripping my shit up, Bucky. Go distract the Russian!”

The bathroom door opened and closed.

Rocco felt his hands being raised above his head, and tied with a ripped towel behind the base of the toilet. He opened his eyes and groaned. His nuts felt like they were scrambled.

“Chad?” Rocco mumbled.

Chad looked at Rocco and whispered. “Rocco, shut up!”

“My… my nut… is it…” Rocco’s mouth was dry. His throat was sore. He coughed and looked at Chad.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

From stud to dud: DUD! (part 1)

It has been more than a year since we last heard of Rocco. Now, I'm very proud to present the final chapter in Rocco's adventurous journey from stud to dud... It has been a wild ride, and you might want to revisit the previous parts before you read this one. Part 2 is coming on Friday.

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.

“What about your tools?” Chad asked.

It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was burning. Chad wiped the beads of sweat running down his face and scratched his three day stubble. He tugged on his scrubby white tee, trying to cool off, and widened his stance - a casual attempt to un-bunch his sack, which he had stuffed into a tight pair of jeans.

He was standing in the driveway of a big, run-down house, looking at an old ford pick-up. Rocco's driveway. Rocco's house. Rocco's truck.

Rocco needed to sell the truck – he needed the money. Rent was getting more expensive, and this big old building, with the garage, and the apartment he shared with his two housemates. It wasn't getting any cheaper.

And Chad had to admit, it was a pretty sexy truck. He didn't really have the cash to spend on it either, but there was something inherently manly about it. Rugged. Hard.

Chad pulled at his crotch, and tried to rearrange his big sweaty nuts, but his dick was in the way, getting slightly chubbed. Chad laughed a little to himself. At least his dick was big... well, pretty big. Big-ish. Bigger than average.