Ballbusting Canucks: A letter from Canada (written by Pat)

Our longtime reader Pat has written an awesome series of stories introducing a group of Canadian guys who are running a website that's very similar to the Ballbusting Boys. This is the first part. The second part will be online tomorrow. I hope you enjoy Pat's wonderful stories just as much as I did!

Featured in this story: Brandon, Cal, Erik, Zach and Alex (click for pictures)

Erik entered the studio and closed the door behind him, a handful of letters under his arm. He took a second to observe his surroundings. “Boy, if these walls could talk,” he thought to himself.

To make his way to the office, he had to walk by the main set, which was currently being used to film a scene for an upcoming mini-series about ballbusting in the military.

Zach was tied to an uneven table, his arms and legs spread in all four directions. Standing above him in desert camouflage uniforms were Cal and Brandon.

“Where are your other men?” Cal asked sternly.

Tell us now or you're gonna be sorry! Ever heard of waterboarding?” Brandon barked and pointed at the towel on Cal’s shoulder.

“Please! Noooo!” Zach begged, his eyes darting between his two captors.

Erik walked up to Alex and Chad, his eyes still watching the intense interrogation Zach was being put through. “How’s it going?” He quietly asked.

“Pretty good. I'm pretty glad I'm not an enemy combatant.” Alex mumbled. Chad remained focus on the scene, giving a quick thumbs-up.



“Argggghhhhhh! Ohh fuck!” Zach screamed as Erik watched Brandon pistol whip his hand gun into Zach’s plums.

“I’m really looking forward to this mini-series,” Erik replied. He smiled and gave Alex a slap to the nuts before making his way into the office. The sounds of intense pain coming from the stage was like music to his ears.

He closed the door behind him and began to browse through the mail belonging to the studio; bills, a couple of fan appreciation letters, and finally to the mysterious letter. It had a Canadian address.

He opened the letter, which contained a USB stick, along with a note.

It read:

“Hi Ballbusting Boys! Check this out! If you like what you see, and are interested in the offer, get back to us.”

The letter also contained contact information and the name of the studio president: Patrick Hamilton.

“Alex! We got a letter from Canada!” Erik shouted.

Alex entered the office. When he opened the door, Zach could be heard screaming for help. “This better be good, Erik, we’re right at the best part of the shoot.”

“I know. I’m sorry, it’s just…” Erik nervously handed the letter for his boss to read.

“Ballbusting Canucks… interesting!” Alex said. “Well, let’s see what we have here.”

Erik gave a sigh of relief and plugged the USB stick into the computer. A single video file appeared.

A smiling young man appeared on the computer screen, sitting on a stool.

“Greetings Ballbusting Boys Studios! My name is Patrick Hamilton, president of Ballbusting Canucks Studios!”

A big caption reading “Ballbusting Canucks” appeared on the screen, followed by a still-shot of a young blond twink in green underwear being kicked in the balls by a more muscular redhead wearing a white and red tracksuit and sneakers.

The screen went back to the Patrick.

“5 years ago, I began my journey to creating my own ballbusting studio. One of my biggest inspirations to creating this website… you guys!”

Patrick sat up. “Years ago, I came across your website. Long story short, it hit me here,” he said, pointing to his crotch, “and here,” pointing to his head.

“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing at the time: sexy young men enjoying busting each others’ balls, in many different circumstances,” Pat said enthusiastically. “I searched high and low for a similar site in Canada, and when I couldn’t come across what I was looking for, I found my calling. It was up to me to create the Canadian male on male busting site I’ve been searching for!”

Patrick walked along his studio, he past by a painted portrait of a king pushing his pointed crown on a jester’s balls, with the jester’s mouth open obscenely wide, and painted tears along his cheek. He stopped in front of another picture, this time of two handsome boxers, one being the victim of an uppercut to the crotch.”

“Over the last 5 years I found my fantastic cast of busting models, and a very intelligent production crew. Together, we have become the most popular male on male busting site in Canada. We are happy to announce that now, we have achieved an international following.”

He smiled and paused for a moment, as if to let what he had just said sink in.

“How did we do this? By catering to the fantasies and desires to anyone and everyone. With themes like;”

The computer screen jumped to quick clips of busting as Patrick continued.

“fun and games…” he said as a clip of a ball being kicked by a handsome blond-haired stud flew into the nuts of the skinny goaltender, followed by a long groan as he fell back into the net. A second clip was of two naked friends, one of them proudly shouting “you lose again!” and snapping a rubber band onto his buddies already swollen, red testicles.

“sex…” Patrick continued as the computer jumped to a scene where a curly auburn-haired beauty was being fucked by a tall guy with a barbed wire sleeve tattoo, and a black-haired mohawk. The bottom was screaming in ecstasy as he was being plowed at one end, and having his babymakers squeezed by a younger punk at the other. He shot his load high into the air.

“and brutality,” Patrick concluded. There was a scene of another blond-haired guy, sitting in front of a mouse trap, terrified. He let out a pathetic “no”, before a leather boot pushed the mouse trap to the naked man’s balls, a loud snap instantly followed. The young man cried and screamed as loud as he could, in the highest pitch that he could, as he rolled around with the mouse trap on his junk. Another split-second scene appeared, where a pair of balls were shocked, followed by a scream, and a maniacal laugh from an attractive, young, ‘mad doctor’ holding a defibrillator.

The screen returned to Patrick’s warm smile.

“It is my firm belief that the best quality videos of busting come from those who live and breathe the fetish. That is what our crew strives to achieve,” Patrick explained. “Now, I look to visit the very studio that sparked my interest. I would like to visit you and your models and give a presentation on how much you’ve influenced me and my crew. I’ll even bring a couple models with me for a meet and greet, and to do a live scene right at your studios! If you will give us the honor, we would love to make the trip and show you what we can do! With warmest regards, Patrick Hamilton, Ballbusting Canucks Studios president”.

The video ended and Erik closed the computer. “What do you think?”

Alex was speechless. “Wow!” he finally said. “These guys are good! I'm... I'm flattered!”

“That was some intense stuff,” Erik said, grabbing his crotch. “Do really want them to come to our studios though? You know, competition and all…”

Alex chuckled. “Don't worry.” He put his hand on Erik's shoulder and smiled. “Everything is going to be alright except...”

Erik looked at him, raising his eyebrows. “Except?”

“Except this.” Alex smacked Erik's nuts hard with the back of his hand.

The dull thud of his knuckles connecting with Erik's tender manhood was immediately followed by roaring laughter from Alex and a miserable groan from Erik as he sank to his knees.

“Gaining some Canadian exposure will only do us good,” Alex explained matter-of-factly, taking his seat behind the desk. “Not only that, I’m sure our boys will love to hear how their hard work is paying off, and a day off to watch other guys get their nuts cracked won’t hurt their feelings either.”

Erik grimaced, rubbing his crotch as he looked up. “So it’s a go?”

“Yes. I’ll give Patrick Hamilton a call and let him know we’d be delighted to host him and his models.” Alex smiled. “Inform our guys for me, will you?”

“Yes sir,” Erik groaned as he pulled his cellphone from his pocket, closing the door behind him as he limped out of the office.

Alex picked up the phone and began to dial the number on the letter, his dick twitched with anticipation.