The Ballbusting Olympics: Opening Ceremony

Featured in this story: Danny, Kev, Parker, the twins and Zach (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Middle of the night
Research
Committee meeting
Eggheads
Second committee meeting
Another committee meeting
Booking the show
Lucky cock (The last committee meeting)

The gym was packed. My cameraman and I had come a few hours before the show was set to start, because we had to set up the equipment with the crew of the local college TV station. Now it was ten minutes before the beginning of the show and the benches were filled with more than one hundred people, mostly jock type guys in their early twenties, presumably college students.

I was impressed. Apparently Kev, Ben and Colin, the members of the Ballbusting Olympics Committee (BOC), had done a good job with the publicity.

This was the first of the seven days of the Ballbusting Olympics. Today we’d see the Opening Ceremony, tomorrow was going to be the first of five days of competition, and an awards ceremony would end the spectacle.

The gym had been divided into three ares: auditorium, stage, and media. The media area consisted of a commentator’s box, a small central control room, three cameras, and a small interview stage with the official logo – a sophomoric and pretty graphic topical variation of the Olympic emblem with the five rings – on the back wall.

The TV station crew consisted of three cameramen. Chad and I were in charge of the editing and the organization. We had employed our model Danny, a modestly talented but very attractive actor with an up-for-anything attitude, as the commentator. The strawberry blond 21-year old was sitting in the commentator’s box and reading some notes.

There were four Olympic teams: the jocks (Kev, Ben and Colin), the gymnasts (blond twins Will and Michael and their red-haired friend Parker), the skaters (black-haired Leo and his friends Tristan and Sammy) and the frat guys.

Lucky cock (The last committee meeting)

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

Previous parts:
Middle of the night
Research
Committee meeting
Eggheads
Second committee meeting
Another committee meeting
Booking the show

With the beginning of the Ballbusting Olympics just a few days away I met with the Ballbusting Olympics Committee (BOC) for the last time today. Kev, the president, and his vice presidents Ben and Colin were waiting for me at their dorm. When I walked into the basement I expected to see them indulging in their usual behaviour, screaming and laughing, joking and trying to balltap each other.

But they were very calm today. They were standing in the middle of the room, dressed in sweat pants and t-shirts, looking at me, when I came through the door.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Bad news”, Kev replied. “We haven’t had too many reactions to our call for participants. So far, only one fraternity is interested. It’s the Beta Delta Pi. They’re a pretty wild bunch.”

“No one else?”

“No one else”, Kev nodded.

“Well”, I shrugged. “With the three of you, the Beta Delta Pi guys, the skaters and the gymnasts we have four groups. That’s enough, isn’t it?”

“The skaters and the gymnasts?” Colin stared at me.

“Yeah. I have told you, haven’t I? Leo, Tristan and Sammy are going to participate, as well as the twins and Parker. I’m sure I have told you!”

Kev’s face lightened up. “You haven’t. But that doesn’t matter. It means that the Ballbusting Olympics are go!”

“Yay!” Colin and Ben cheered.

I grinned.

“Fantastic!” Kev was beside himself with joy. “That’s… fantastic!” He raised his hands up into the air and stuck out his crotch. “Everyone touch the ‘lucky cock’!”

I didn’t understand.

Colin and Ben did, though.

Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Chad

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

I looked at my watch.

My cameraman Chad, cute skaterboy Sammy and I were waiting in the practice of a doctor friend of mine. We were about to film the next segment of our little series “Sammy the ball doctor” and everything was set: Chad had brought the gynaecological chair, Sammy had put on his white doctor’s coat, the camera was on the tripod and the light was good. But one thing was missing: our patient.

I had hired one of the actor friends I had met when our model Danny had brought some people to our studio for a workshop. We had talked on the phone a few times and set the date – but he wasn’t here now.

Chad was bored and annoyed and fumbled with the camera.

Sammy on the other hand was busy feeling powerful and hot in his doctor’s costume. He grinned at me and unbuttoned the coat one more time. Underneath he wore a t-shirt and baggy jeans with sneakers at his feet. A stethoscope was hanging around his neck and in the coat pockets Sammy had put a prescription pad and a pencil. When he had unbuttoned his coat he lifted his t-shirt up and put the end of the stethoscope on his smooth, lean chest. He looked at himself in a large mirror that was hanging in the hallway and grinned lasciviously at his reflection.

Chad looked up from the camera. “You have to put the earplugs into your ears, ‘doctor’”, he said grumpily.

Sammy smiled, put the eardrums into his ears, grabbed the other end of the stethoscope and licked it slowly. “Like this?” he aspirated and laughed about his own joke.

Chad looked at me and rolled his eyes.

I looked at my watch. We had waited for almost an hour now and I hadn’t reached George on his cell phone.

“Okay”, I said and Chad and Sammy looked at me. “I think we’re gonna start now.”

Chad and Sammy raised their eyebrows.

“We don’t have a patient…” Chad said slowly as if he was talking to a mentally challenged three year old.

“I know”, I said. “We are going to have to improvise.” I paused. “One of us is going to be the patient.”

Chad laughed. “Yeah, well, you can do it, Alex, but there’s no way you’ll get me to let that little devil manhandle my nuts!”

Sammy grinned.

Chad shook his head. “No way. I saw what you did to Danny, ‘doctor’! No. Way.”

“Listen, Chad, we’ll flip a coin, okay?” I said patiently.

“No way!”

“Come on”, I said impatiently. “Heads or tails?”

Booking the show

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

Previous parts:
Middle of the night
Research
Committee meeting
Eggheads
Second committee meeting
Another committee meeting


The Ballbusting Olympics are going to start next week with an opening ceremony and the first day of the competition. I am in charge of organizing the opening and I was pretty who I wanted for the show: Parker and the twins, who are professional gymnasts and – more or less acclaimed – circus performers. I knew that the three of them were training at a gym downtown so I decided to pay them a visit.

The place was a huge building with various training rooms and I had to ask a young, pimply janitor for directions. He gave a bored sigh and reluctantly showed me the room where Parker and the twins were training.

Parker was stretching while the twins were doing some kind of gymnastic partner figure. Michael was doing a one-handed handstand on top of Will’s lower back. All three of them were shirtless, wearing shiny tights that showed off their muscled legs and – I couldn’t help but notice – the prominent bulges in their crotches.

“Hi”, I said and the three guys looked at me.

Parker was wearing a hair-band in his medium-length flaming red hair. His muscled, naked chest was glistening with sweat and his nipples were hard. The twin’s looked stunning in their matching purple tights, their tanned bodies being in perfect shape, and their short blond hair wet with sweat.

Michael jumped down onto the ground, landing very elegantly on his feet.

Will walked over and shook my hand. “How are you doing?”

I smiled. “Fine, thanks, how are you?”

“Oh, great, thank you so much for that party on Friday and the great gifts! I can’t wait to go skiing!”

I grinned and looked at Parker who was continuing doing his stretches. He was in a full split with his ample junk touching the ground.

“How are your nuts?” I asked.

Parker grimaced and the twins laughed.

“Tender subject?” I smiled.

The morning after

Previous parts:
Birthday plans 
I know what you did last year 
Meeting Jimmy again 
The twins' birthday bash

Featured in this story: Parker, the twins and Alex (click for pictures)

The morning after the twins' brithday party, I woke up at noon, so technically it wasn’t quite morning any more. In my head it was morning, though, and far too early, too. I had a terrible headache.

I looked around and noticed that I had spent the night sleeping on the couch in the studio. I groaned and tried to orient myself. The room smelled of cigarettes and beer.

The last thing I remembered about yesterday’s party, the twins’ birthday bash, was loud music and dancing. I guessed I had fallen asleep at around seven a.m. I groaned again.

Shuffling to the kitchen to make some coffee I noticed that I wasn’t the only one who hadn’t made it home: the twins were lying on the stage that we had built for the entertainment part of the party. The two blond guys were sleeping peacefully in their underwear. A couple of birthday gifts, a pair of skis, a large leather bound book, and a nutcracker among others, were scattered around them.

Right in front of the stage there was another two bodies. The twins’ older brother Jimmy, a professional soccer player in England, and his 18 year old British protégé Phil had sprawled on the floor. Jimmy was fully clothed while Phil was naked except for his underwear which inexplicably he was wearing with the backside in front...

The twins' birthday bash

Previous parts:
Birthday plans 
I know what you did last year 
Meeting Jimmy again

Featured in this story: Leo, Parker, Phil, Simon and the twins (click for pictures)

I looked around. Everything was ready for the party. The studio was decorated with balloons and paper streamers (I love to go for the cheesy, tacky look when I organize parties…) and I had bought enough beer, shots and soft drinks for a long night of heavy celebrating, so I was confident that we would not run out of beverages. On the tables and the desk I had placed various bowls with cheese crackers, crisps etc. and in one corner of the studio, next to the kitchen, I had set up a small stage for the entertainment program.

This year I had been asked to organize the birthday party for Michael and Will, two adorable – and quite limber – young athletes who are models for our website. They are identical twin brothers, both of them quite tall, blond with blue eyes and a matching set of impressive genitalia that we had put to good use in some of our videos.

For some reason they hadn’t been in the spotlight at our website for quite some time and I had been very happy that Jimmy, the twins’ older brother and a professional soccer player in England, had asked me to organize the party. I liked Will and Michael, their cheerful comradeship (especially Will’s), their good looks, and not least their ever reliable willingness to put their nuts on the line for the sake of entertainment… Will was more outgoing and open-minded than his brother Michael, but when push came to shove Michael was up for anything, too.

On their birthday it wasn’t their balls that were going to take center stage. They were the birthday boys after all, and I had planned for some nice entertainment for them.

Meeting Jimmy again

Previous parts:
Birthday plans 
I know what you did last year 


Featured in this story: Phil (click for pictures)

It’s the twins’ birthday party on Friday and I have the honor of organizing it. I have been talking to the twins’ friend Parker about last year’s party and he told me about it. Today I’m gonna meet their brother Jimmy, who is a professional soccer player in England. He has been here in January when he and a team mate of his participated in our “Soccer balls” nutkicking competition. He lost but he took it like a man…

Jimmy is a very handsome 29 year old guy. He is blond like his brothers Michael and Will and has beard stubbles on his face. He is at the end of his – very successful – career as a pro soccer player and since January I have noticed several billboards with his face on it, promoting some kind of sexy fragrance.

He came to the studio today and he brought someone with him who I recognized from the training videos that he had sent me before the competition: a young, attractive red-haired junior soccer player called Phil.

Jimmy and Phil were standing in the door frame and grinned at me. Both of them were dressed in jeans, sneakers and t-shirts, and they both looked dashing. I thought that Phil with his red hair and his cute face could be right on his way to succeed Jimmy in the “Sexiest Man Alive (Sports)” category, once Jimmy decided to retire for good.

“Hello!”

“Hi there”, I smiled and shook their hands. “I’m Alex”, I said to Phil.

“I’m Phil.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you in the videos”, I nodded. Then I turned to Jimmy: “I thought you’d come alone.”

Jimmy nodded. “That was the plan. But then something came up. An American soccer team wants Phil to play for them. It’s a bit of a secret and I offered Phil to take him with me. He is gonna be at the party tomorrow and on Sunday we’re gonna meet the top dogs of his new team.”

Phil punched Jimmy’s upper arm. “Potential new team. I haven’t decided, yet.”

“Ow”, Jimmy said and rubbed his arm. “I’m your mentor, not your bitch boy…”

“We’re not in England anymore, Jimmy”, Phil grinned and pretended to throw another punch at Jimmy’s arm, stopping right before impact.

Jimmy winced and Phil laughed.

The older guy raised his eyebrows. “Don’t do that!”

Phil laughed again. “Sorry.”

Jimmy looked at him suspiciously.

“I said I’m sorry. No more punches to your arm, I promise”, Phil grinned.

Jimmy’s expression didn’t change.

“Trust me”, Phil said and Jimmy shrugged.

“I don---“

Jimmy was interrupted by a quick, hard backhand slap to his nuts. He yelped and grabbed his groin.

Phil looked and me and laughed.

I grinned. “Nice to have you here!”

Spring Break diary 5

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

Previous parts:
Spring Break diary 1 
Spring Break diary 2 
Spring Break diary 3 
Spring Break diary 4


Two weeks ago Kev and his dorm buddies Colin and Ben were having a five day Spring Break holiday at some hotel, and they kept video diary. Today Kev mailed me the last one.

One of the major activities the guys – along with other Spring Break guests – indulge in, is a game that casts a dark cloud over Ben’s ability to father children… In the four videos that I already received, Ben’s nuts were abused in various ways. They were slapped, punched, hit with a heavy object, and – in the last video – kicked twice while their owner was taking delight in having sexual intercourse with a voluptuous blonde acquaintance.

At the end of that video there was a preview foreshadowing that Ben – who has been pretty oblivious to the game, and especially to the large flip chart in his room that lists the player’s scores… - finally finds out what his buddies have been up to for the previous days…
As of the last video, Kev leads in the game with 9 points (2 of which were gained with collateral damage to Ben’s sex life), followed by Colin with 8 points, and the rest of the participants trailing behind.

On a black screen the headline SPRING BREAK 2008 – DAY 5 appears.

Then the screen shows a group of fifteen to twenty guys, all in their early twenties, sitting around in the hotel room. Most of them, including Kev, Ben and Colin, are shirtless (Mental note: Ask Kev if there is a “With shirt – no service” rule at their hotel), displaying their tanned, muscular chests and arms. Apparently they are having a party, some of the guys are holding beer bottles, while others have shot glasses in their hands.

Kev and Colin are in the middle of the group, talking an joking with the other guys, and Ben is standing next to the flip-chart. The camera is apparently placed on a tripod or a table or something.

Ben turns around and clears his throat. The guys stop talking and look at him.

“Erm”, Ben begins slowly. “I have been noticing that you have this flip chart with your names on it… And… well… My name is missing… And… well… I don’t know… Is this a kind of game or something?”

New poll: Special Guest Star

A few weeks ago we asked you to tell us who you'd like too see as a Special Guest Star.

Johnny Knoxville, Ashton Kutcher, Justin Timberlake, Jake Gyllenhall, Ryan Phillippe, Adam Brody and Zac Efron have been nominated.

[The Jonas Brothers and David Archuleta have been mentioned, too, but I want the first Guest Star to be a single person, not a group, and I'd like him to be of age, too, so I decided to drop them from the short list. But I'll keep them in mind if we're gonna search for more guest stars...]

So please make your choice in the poll on the right. You can vote for more than one person if you can't decide who wou like best...

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Poll results: What's your favourite?

Last month I asked you to vote for your favourite type of bust in a poll.

244 people took part in the poll (Thanks!) and this is how they voted (more than one answer was possible):

Squeezing 47%
Kicking 46%
Punching 29%
Something completely different 26%
Kneeing 20%
Objects 18%
Slapping 9%
Biting 4%

Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll! It's very interesting for me and I'll keep those figures in mind when I write new stories. For one, I'm going to try and put more squeezes in (which have been very rare before, I think).