Dirty tricks (Lars meets David and Parker)

Special thanks to Lars for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who enjoys one-night-stands and painful encounters!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

This story is loosely connected to the "Love hurts" storyline. Previous parts:

Panic reaction
Date night
Man in the middle
Just deserts
Deep inside
Dirty dancers 
Learning to cope

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: David and Parker (click for pictures)

Lars licked his lips and chuckled. “You don’t beat around the bush, huh?”

He was a very good-looking guy, 23 years old, 6’2”, 220 pounds of ripped muscles. Blond and blue-eyed, Lars was the prototypical Scandinavian, almost too good to be true. He was a college student from Denmark, spending a few weeks overseas for a master class in swimming. On his last night before returning home to Aarhus he had decided to go clubbing. Thumping music was blaring from the loudspeakers. Lars looked hot and sexy, wearing tight-fitting pants and a partly unbuttoned shirt that revealed parts of his chest.

“There’s a popular saying”, Parker replied with a flirtatious smile. “Beating around the bush will make you beat your meat all on your own.” He shrugged his shoulder. “Or something like that.”

Lars laughed. “That’s a popular saying, huh?”

Parker smiled and leaned forward. “Very popular”, he whispered into Lars’ ear.

One on one: Leo vs. Sammy

Special thanks to an anonymous reader who came up with the idea for this story. I know it has been a while since the last instalment of this series of stories. Depending on the reaction to this one I might add new episodes more frequently... :-))

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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


There was a brief moment of silence before they both burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

“That’s not funny”, I chuckled.

“Oh yes, it is!” Leo snorted.

“It’s fucking hilarious!” Sammy chimed in, laughing his ass off.

I admit, it was pretty funny.

We were standing in the studio, me behind the camera, Sammy and Leo in front of them, getting ready to verbally slam each other before doing it physically.

Leo was 19 years old, Sammy was 18, and they were both tall and lanky, pale and slender.

Leo was wearing a woolen cap on top of his black curls. It was the only thing he was wearing except for a pair of boxer shorts that looked a little too large for him and sat on low on his waist, with his bony hips exposed.

Sammy was wearing nothing but a pair of old-school tighty whities. I had the strong sense that he was wearing them just for the camera but the skinny redhead looked really good in them. He filled them out nicely, his big balls and meaty dick clearly outlined in the fabric.

“So go for it”, I said when we had stopped laughing. “Whether you’ll find it funny or not – the viewers will love it.”

Sold (Lucas meets Logan)

Special thanks to Lucas for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who likes to buys stuff on internet auctions!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Logan imagined the look on his girlfriend’s face when he told her about his anniversary gift. A weekend in a romantic cabin, just the two of them. She was going to mad with joy, she’d do everything he had ever wanted. There was definitely a blowjob in it for Logan, maybe even some anal. Logan grew hard just thinking about it.

“Ah, you are ready”, Lucas said with a smile, rudely interrupting Logan’s thoughts.

Lucas was 20 years old, a tall, lean guy with platinum blond hair. He was dressed casually, wearing a t-shirt, loose pants and sneakers.

Logan scratched his head, chuckling nervously. “Yeah, I guess…” The 18 year stud’s voice was low and insecure. Usually, he was quite confident, a popular, successful student and a prizewinning high school wrestler, good-looking and well-liked, blond and blue-eyed, straightforward and accessible, with a winning smile and a handsome face. But this wasn’t usual. He was standing naked in front of another guy who eyed him like he was assessing a recently made investment.

Lucas smiled at Logan and grabbed his big, heavy balls, fondling them as he winked at the handsome young man. “Wow, those nuts are nice and full of cum, huh?”

Captain’s Crew - part 2: Three falls (written by Harry)

This is the second part of a wonderful sequel to Harry's awesome story Captain's Cradle featuring high school wrestler Logan and additional characters introduced in Fighting dirty (Damon meets Logan). I hope you'll enjoy it just as much as I do!

Previous parts:
Captain's Cradle
Captain's Crew - part 1: Monday is gonna be a bitch

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Malik was right on time. He had texted Rafa and Jaylen, but so far they had not responded. He was keenly aware that he was on enemy turf, and his natural swagger was mellowed by his suspicion of unfamiliar places and people who looked down on him. “Mother fuckers,” he muttered, shoving open the door to the Bartlet High wrestling room. Across the room Logan Krueger was murmuring into his phone. Malik couldn’t hear what he was saying, but the blonde punk was grinning and looking too pleased with himself. He was still slightly sweaty from practice, and he still wore an old practice singlet under a Bartlet sweatshirt. Logan had pulled up one half of his head gear to hold the phone, and his blonde hair jutted up roguishly. When he spotted Malik his smile faltered. The teens locked eyes for a long moment, then Logan’s smile returned and grew even bigger than before. “Babe,” he spoke into the phone without breaking eye contact, “I gotta go…No, no, I’ll see you later for sure…Of course I wouldn’t miss that…Damn, girl, I’ll be ready…” He shrugged sheepishly at Malik, who was looking impatiently, and reached down to adjust his junk. “Uuuhh for real though, I gotta go,” he said throatily, “I love you, bye.”

Malik stood a few feet away, and his rage multiplied with each passing second. “Hi. It’s great to see you again! But this is a bad time,” Logan stated, extending his hand.

Malik ignored him and pulled off his hoodie. He was going to keep this thing simple. “Fight me, bitch.” Logan looked at him sidelong and took note of his rippling deltoids and softball sized biceps, which were sleeved with tattoos. Logan was no slouch, but he knew he gave up a few pounds to the angry looking bull on the other side of the mat.

“Yea, that’s what I guessed you wanted, but this really is a bad time,” Logan repeated with a shrug. “I’m sorry I can’t fight right now.” Logan sounded sincerely disappointed, but he made no move to square up. Malik found this confusing, which only infuriated him more. Meanwhile Logan had resumed playing on his phone and ignoring the very angry muscle boy who was staring him down.

Captain’s Crew - part 1: Monday is gonna be a bitch (written by Harry)

This is the first part of a wonderful sequel to Harry's awesome story Captain's Cradle featuring high school wrestler Logan and additional characters introduced in Fighting dirty (Damon meets Logan). I hope you'll enjoy it just as much as I do!

Previous parts:
Captain's Cradle

The two boys were sitting in a parked car behind Matthew V. Santos High while their classmates made their reluctant and winding ways toward the school entrance. At one time the public school building may have been grand, but decades later the dull bricks and struggling window air-conditioners didn’t do much to inspire its students. Despite the bright morning sunshine, nobody seemed eager to start the new week. Least of all Damon, whose hands were still wrapped around the steering wheel of his car as he stared through the window. His expression was unreadable.

Without looking up from his phone, his passenger gave an exasperated sigh. “Are we gonna go in soon? I’m afraid somebody’s gonna see me riding in this piece of shit.”

Damon’s car was not great. It was a faded red Lancer from the wrong side of the millennium. The rims sucked. The speakers sucked. But Damon loved it. He had busted his ass every weekend for the past two years bussing tables so that he could buy a car, and he was insanely proud of it. He even washed and vacuumed it weekly like it was some kind of collector’s item.

Without turning his head, Damon punched his brother Jaylen on the arm. “You’re gonna look real cool rolling up in the bus tomorrow.”

“Alright, alright. You’re right, they probably can’t see me,” he continued, sliding lower in his seat. Damon punched him again but didn’t move to open the door.

Kinky date (Sebastian meets Tristan)

Special thanks to Sebastian for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who thinks vanilla is the most boring of ice cream flavors!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Tristan (click for pictures)


Sebastian recognized Tristan immediately.

He looked exactly like the ad had said, tall and handsome, with dusty blond hair and blue eyes.

Immediately, Sebastian grew hard inside his pants, and he tried awkwardly to hide his erection as Tristan walked up to him, smiling brightly.

“Sebastian?” Tristan said, extending his hand.

Sebastian nodded.

“Nice to meet you”, Tristan said, shaking Sebastian’s hand. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he added with a wink, causing Sebastian’s dick to twitch inside his pants.

It was the first time that Sebastian had engaged the services of an escort.

Sebastian was 25 years old, an introvert young man of average height and weight, with blondish red hair. He had grown tired of the vanilla scene and wanted to try something a little more kinky.

Nut fucked butt slut (Erik meets Cal and Brandon)

Special thanks to Erik for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who is equally appalled and aroused by 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.

Artwork created by Champ

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Brandon and Cal (click for pictures)

“He’s a fucking prude, that’s what he is”, Brandon chuckled, lathering his short black hair.

The roars of laughter from his team mates drowned out the sound of the showers.

“A fucking prude”, Brandon repeated cheerfully.

The handsome 21 year old Asian-American chuckled and soaped up his muscular body, making sure to pay special attention to his private parts, his fat, meaty dick and his plump, low-hanging balls.

Like everybody else on the team, Brandon had the perfect swimmer’s build, a defined torso and broad shoulders that formed a wide V with his narrow waist.

“How do you know?” Cal chuckled.

Cal was Brandon’s best friend, a good-looking, athletic, muscular guy with ebony skin and a perfect package that put Brandon’s very impressive goods to shame. Right now, Cal’s crotch was obscured by shampoo but a quick back-hand smack from Brandon made the shampoo go away and revealed Cal’s fat schlong and his juicy plums for a brief moment before Cal doubled over and covered them with his hands, grunting in pain as the laughter of his team mates echoed through the showers.

“Have you seen the way he averts his eyes when he sees us naked?” Brandon chuckled as Cal moaned and groaning, playing up the pain in his nuts to his buddies. “That man is a fucking prude.”

The Incredible Spider-Man: Spidey’s plight

Every superhero story gets a reboot, right? So after the quite divisive Bumpy flight and Nasty fight we wrap up Spider-Man’s ballbusting adventures with a story focusing on Tom Holland. Special thanks to Andrew and several other readers who convinced me to give this another go. I hope you like this story!

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

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

Tom Holland’s smile looked a little too bright to pass as genuine. I had expected him to be less than enthusiastic – but his obvious superficiality was a little too much for my taste.

His management had contacted me a couple of months ago, wanting to do a photoshoot that was a little different from Tom’s usual promotional work. They had figured that a hot and daring session with a company that was known for its risqué projects and niche audience.

Apparently they had done some intensive marketing research that had unearthed the stunning conclusion that 81% of the target audience wanted to see Tom Holland in a sexy photoshoot, 79% wanted to see him naked, and 96% percent wanted to see him get kicked in the nuts.

I could have told them for free.

“Welcome to the BallbustingBoys.org studio”, I said with a smile. “I’m Alex, the manager and director.”

“Tom”, he replied. “Let’s get this over with.”

Your humble servant (Darnell meets Xander)

Special thanks to Darnell for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves spanking and ballbusting!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Xander (click for pictures)

Darnell let out a deep sigh and rang the bell of the luxurious mansion. His gaze wandered from the neatly garden to the impressive European cars that were parked in the driveway.

Darnell ran his hand through his dark hair and put a smile on his face. He was 21 years old, tall and handsome, a college basketball player with dark skin and brown hair.

To raise money the team had held an auction, raising money by selling off the athletes’ services to the highest bidder. They had made more money than they had expected, and today was the day that the guys had to work for it.

Most of Darnell’s team mates knew what their bidders expected them to do: clean their car, build a shed in the garden, drive them around, walk the dogs, whatever. Frankly, it was obvious that most of the bidders just wanted to show off the reasonably famous basketball players to their friends. The weirdest task seemed to be a bidder who wanted the team captain to take their daughter on a date, making it very clear that a subsequent deflowering of the spoiled 19 year old brat would be rewarded with a generous tip.

Darnell looked at his watch. It was a few minutes past nine. Unlike most of his friends, he had no idea what he was expected to do. He had just been told to be at the Vanderberg residence at nine and not to park his car in the driveway.

Boys will be girls (Ewan meets Kev and Ben)

Special thanks to Ewan for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who has a thing for ballbusting drag queens!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

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

“I’d fuck you”, Kev said bluntly. “If I didn’t know you were a guy I’d definitely fuck you.”

“Why, thank you, sir”, Ewan replied in his best Marilyn Monroe voice. His Scottish accent got in the way, though, making him sound less than the legendary movie star and more like a highly motivated yet utterly untalented drag queen.

Which was exactly what he was, at least tonight.

Ewan was a stud, slim but muscular, with a handsome face, dark brown curly hair and brown eyes, but today he was dressed up in a skintight silver sequin dress with a silk pantyhose, showing off his muscular if slightly unfeminine legs. A big blond wig, a generously stuffed bra and some skillfully applied make-up made him look like a perfect sex goddess – if it weren’t for those legs, and the sneakers on his feet that didn’t quite fit the picture. They were comfortable, though, and that’s what mattered.

“You are very welcome, young lady”, Kev smiled, batting his lashes. Like Ewan, the muscular hunk was dressed in drag, wearing a little black dress and a flaming red feather boa that matched the artful red streaks in his voluminous black wig. The hemline of his dress was dangerously close to his crotch, but the fishnet stockings on his long, muscular legs distracted from the conspicuous bulge between his thighs. Like Ewan, Kev had opted against high heels and for the comfort of sneakers.

After all, the night was long, and they didn’t plan on cutting it short just because their feet got tired. It was Ewan’s last night here before he went back home to Scotland, and they had engaged the services of a couple of helpful members of the neighboring sorority to dress them up as hot women. The girls had done a great job, and they had been rewarded for their efforts with a good, hard fuck that would leave them satisfied for days.

Logan's luck - a testicular train trash fantasy (written by Mickey)

Oh, poor Logan! This is another wonderfully wacky fan fiction story written by our reader Mickey from Thailand. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!

Previous part:
Logan's luck - a ball bash beach fantasy

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Logan was mumbling to himself as he recalled what happened.

Logan thought lady luck was finally turning his way when a WWE scout asked him if he wanted to participate in a live televised match for new talents.

He immediately said yes, took a very long train to where the wrestling company headquarters was and fidgeted in excitement all night.

Looking back, it was the excitement in being world famous that let him down as on the day of the match, he had bags underneath his eyes and felt he could collapse at any moment from sleep deprivation.

Logan Junior was another matter entirely. As the match day drew closer and closer, it only stretched and grew, turned on by visions of worldwide popularity. He was so erected that he was nearly immediately disqualified for indecency the moment he donned his singlet.

And perhaps the disqualification would have been a blessing.

Logan wrestled in a no disqualification match and his very erected member along with his lethargy made his crotch an easy target and his opponents had no qualms in taking advantages of it.

Tutoring the Tank (Kyle meets Sammy and Logan)

Special thanks to Kyle for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves funny and bizarre ballbusting stories!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

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

“This is Sammy. He knows a thing or two about the ladies.”

Sammy smiled. The lanky redhead looked nothing like a ladies’ man. He was skinny and freckled, with flaming red hair and an impish smile. “So you are looking for some help?” Sammy said with a smile.

“Yeah”, Kyle said sheepishly. He was 18 years old, like Sammy, but that was the only thing the two young men had in common. Kyle was the polar, apposite of Sammy: He was big and strong, a tall heavyweight with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes.

There was a moment of silence as Kyle eyed Sammy suspiciously, trying to determine whether Sammy was the man for the job.

Logan chuckled. “His name is Kyle, but everybody calls him The Tank.”

Milk and honey

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you“ , Manuel said with a smile as he sat down on the milking stool below the upholstered massage table. “Mr. Kruger has been talking about you all the time.”

The 18 year old Latino was wearing a white uniform that consisted of pants, a long-sleeved t-shirt that covered most of his tattoos on his muscular upper body, and a plastic apron. He was a cheerful young man, polite and skillful, an experienced milkman – as the Jerk’n’Drain professionals jocularly called themselves – that managed to drain a well-filled scrotum within just a couple of minutes.

“The pleasure is all mine”, Ashley said with a smile as her boyfriend climbed onto the massage table. “I have been wanting to meet your for quite some time.” She was a pretty young woman, 18 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes.

She was sitting on a visitor’s chair opposite Manuel’s milking stool, dressed in a pretty red dress that looked fantastic on her. She looked around, fascinated by the equipment and the atmosphere of the room.

They were in the second of four cubicles, and it was obvious that the others were occupied. There was some muffled moaning and the sound of dicks getting jerked and nuts getting spanked. It was all new to Ashley, and she took it all in with a mesmerized look on her face.

“Alright, Mr. Kruger”, Manuel said cheerfully as he put on a pair of disposable gloves and cracked his knuckles. “What will it be today?”

“You’ll have to ask her”, came Logan’s voice from the top of the table.

A painful footjob (Daniel meets the twins)

Special thanks to Daniel for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves footjobs and ballbusting!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork by Champ

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)

“Would you like a foot massage?” Daniel said with an innocent smile, trying to hide his excitement.

He was 19 years old, with brown hair and green/brown eyes, a nice and sweet young man, polite and good-natured, a little shy but self-reflective enough to joke about his timidity. He was from Austria, on vacation for three weeks in the United States, staying with two distant cousins who he hadn’t met before.

Michael and Will were happy to host Daniel, and Daniel was a pleasant guest. He helped wherever he could, and he showed his gratitude for their hospitality by offering them a foot massage when they came home after work.

In fact, after two weeks of staying at his friends’ house, it had almost become a ritual: Michael and Will would come home and Daniel would be waiting for them, handing them an iced tea and offering them a foot massage.

Michael and Will were identical twins, 22 years old, tall and handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes. They were professional gymnasts, and it showed: Their bodies were sculptured like those of Greek gods.

“Sure, why not”, Will chuckled.

“Awesome!” Daniel said with a huge smile. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll be right there.”

He left the room, and Will turned to Michael. “Well?”

Michael smiled. “Yup. Now I saw it, too. Looks like Daniel loves our feet very much.”

Logan's luck - a ball bash beach fantasy (written by Mickey)

This is a wonderfully wacky fan fiction story written by our reader Mickey from Thailand. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)


The sun was bright, a perfect day for a beach outing and it seemed to Logan then that nothing could go wrong.

He’d recently brought a sky blue and white Speedo swimming trunk that sexily highlights his considerable package, and in such a beautiful day, he’d felt the need to show off both his physique and apparel.

His gut instinct screamed to him that it would be better to go home and come again later the instant his feet touched the warm sand but Logan was not a believer of superstitions - and with the blue sea in sight and a surfboard in hand, Logan ran forth with all his might.

A twang later and Logan’s enthusiasm lessened by a little - He’d tried to move away but the volleyball net between his legs came too fast and seconds after a rather loud whack, Logan felt his precious jewels wailed as they deformed whilst he was crotched by a volleyball net being pulled up.

Logan had been crotched many times before and he should’ve been much more careful than this. He shouldn’t have been so careless to not realize his legs were between a net.

He let out a rather high-pitched scream before he shed a single tear as he struggled to escape the bounds of the net, each movement causing painful vibration to his balls.

Cherry popping (Paul meets Kev)

Special thanks to Paul for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who has never been hit in the nuts!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

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

“I don’t believe you”, Kev said without looking up. His eyes were fixed on his impressive biceps that was was flexing as he lifted the dumbbell.

Kev was 20 years old, a handsome and muscular jock with a great sense of humor. He was wearing sweat pants and a tank top. He was near the end of his daily workout, and he was sweating profusely, creating wet patches on his back, below his arms and at the neckline.

His companion was dressed similarly. Paul was a little older than Kev, with brown hair and hazel eyes. He was clean shaven and handsome, not as muscular as Kev, but athletic and in good shape.

“I don’t fucking believe you”, Kev repeated with a chuckle. “You are, what, 20, 25 years old and you’ve never been hit in the nuts in your life?!”

Voltron ballbusting fiction: More than Lion Brothers (written by ballboxing)

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The Incredible Spider-Men: Nasty fight

Previous part:
Part 1: Bumpy flight

Warning: Can contain graphic homosexuality.

Previously on "The Incredible Spider-Men":

Tom discovers he is a Superhero and meets a flap pole mid-flight. Andrew defeats three thugs and gets a nut-cracking suprise from a fire hydrant. Tobey feels old and has a painful encounter with a soda vending machine. Doctor Octopus and the ASVA (American Super Villain Association, formerly League of Evil) have an evil plan to destroy our superheroes for good: They set up a fight in an abandoned warehouse.

Will the Spider-Men make it out alive? Will their nuts get cracked again? Will there be any butt fucking?

Find out on today's episode of "The Incredible Spider-Men"!

***

Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire looked at each other.

Neither of them remembered much – other than incredible pain in their testicles. Then everything was black.

And now they were in the middle of what looked like an abandoned warehouse, half naked, their suits ripped and shredded, their genitalia on full display.

Every single one of the three Spider-Men sported a very impressive set of goods. Their limp dicks looked fat and heavy, with a potential to grow into mighty weapons.

Tom’s pubic area was completely hairless. His big, juicy balls were clean shaven and they hung low in his sack.

They were a little bigger than Andrew’s gonads that swung gently from side to side as he looked around. His pubic hair was a neatly trimmed coiffure that emphasized the thickness of his meaty monster.

If Tobey’s pubes were a haircut they most closely resembled a big, wild, afro. It didn’t look like he had trimmed or shaved in quite a while, and it gave his massive, flaccid dick and his fat, low-hanging balls a very raw and almost brutal quality in comparison to Tom’s squeaky-clean fuck instruments and Andrew’s high-maintenance premium tools.

The Incredible Spider-Men: Bumpy flight

Sorry for he long wait, and thank you so much for your awesome plot suggestions! I have been brooding over them for the past weeks and months, and I realized that I can’t possibly come up with a plot that will make everybody happy. But doing nothing will make nobody happy. So damn you, procrastination! Here is your Special Guest Star story - part 1.

Tom Holland looked into the mirror, a serious expression on his handsome face. He hadn’t expected that it would come to this. Nobody had told him. It was too bizarre to be true. And yet, here he was, wearing the Spider-Man suit on his naked skin. He felt vulnerable and exposed.

During last year’s shooting of “Spider-Man: Homecoming”, his suit had been anatomically adjusted to ensure a PG-13 rating. Ever since the Nipplegate Scandal that surrounded George Clooney’s Batman performance, the studios were very strict about showing certain parts of the male anatomy. Tom had worn a cup during most scenes to avoid showing the outline of his dick and balls.

But this wasn’t the movies, and there was no prude rating agency that turned a blind eye to violence but objected to nipples.

There was just a world outside that needed a hero. It needed Tom. Spider-Man.

“To infinity and beyond!” Tom said. His eyes narrowed. “Wait, that’s a different movie.”

***

Andrew Garfield adjusted his crotch. Something wasn’t right about the suit. Maybe it wasn’t his suit but his junk. Yesterday’s fight against the Green Goblin had ended in defeat after that bastard had knocked him in the knackers with his glider, and Andrew still felt the echoes of the pain in his testicles. They were a little swollen, and they looked a little obscene in his skintight suit.

Meeting my nemesis (Mario meets Logan)

Special thanks to Mario for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who likes to see some violence and blood!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures).  
This story is told from his point of view.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And blood.

Okay, you want to know what happened. I understand that. I mean, I've been acting a little weird lately, a little jittery, a little erratic. I should have told you weeks ago but somehow I was too hurt by what Mario did to me.

You remember Mario, right? That guy we met at a wrestling tournament a few weeks ago? Black hair, not very tall, great body, really fit. I remember you liked that fat bulge in his singlet.

“Wow, that guy is hung!” you mumbled and I laughed and smacked you in the balls.

“But he is!” you chuckled and tried getting me back.

You failed, of course, and I doubled down and kicked you in the nuts and teased you about being hungry for dick all the time. You know, as usual, except that when my foot met your balls I noticed you had a huge boner for that guy.

Anyway.

That's Mario.