Shattered dreams

Warning: Contains f/m ballbusting.

Featured in this story: Erik (click for pictures)

I picked Erik up around noon. Yesterday, I had witnessed the dress rehearsal for his show “Late Night Gone Wild – Two Nuts Plus Guests”, and I was very proud of him. He had worked his way from being a stagehand on my show “The Balls of Others” to starring in his very own live TV show. Tonight was the night. The dress rehearsal had left his balls battered and bruised, and tonight his testicles were going to be introduced to Samuel L. Jackson and Megan Fox who had a reputation for not liking to mess around with her co-stars’ nuts…

“How are your nuts?” I asked Erik as he sank into the passenger seat.

The 20-year-old blond grimaced. “Pretty sore”, he said, looking worried.

“Has the swelling gone down?” I asked.

“Umm, well, not really”, he admitted.

I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

Erik squirmed on his seat. He turned to me, a nervous expression on his face. “They are---“ He gulped. “They look pretty bad.” He rubbed his face and I was afraid he was going to break out in tears.

“Let me have a look”, I said gently.

New feature: Story indexes at the top of the page

I am sitting at home with a terrible cold and an ear infection, and apart from working on a couple of stories (my ambitious goal is one new story per week until the end of the year - but that may be the drugs speaking...), I started compiling indexes for my stories. I realize that the blog format isn't exactly perfect for publishing ongoing stories, so I'll gradually create indexes for all of them at the top of this page right below the header. I've started with a couple of stories, expect more of them to follow soon.

I hope this will make it easier for you to revisit the blog and all the stories... Enjoy! :-))

A dream come true

Featured in this story: Erik (click for pictures)

„I can’t wait to meet Megan Fox and Samuel L. Jackson. Today is only the dress rehearsal so there will be stand-ins taking their places. But tomorrow they’ll be here. Isn’t that awesome?” Erik looked at me, and I could see the excitement in his eyes.

Erik had been talking for ten minutes straight, telling me all about his new show. He was very proud that he had finally managed to convince the head of the TV station to give him his own show.

“I can’t wait to see your face when you see the stand-in for Megan Fox. She looks like she’s her twin sister. I mean, wow!” Erik went on. “Yesterday, we went out for a date and I fucked her until four in the morning.” Erik grinned and grabbed his crotch. “The past few days have taken their toll on my nuts. But when I saw that girl I knew I had to have her…”

I had no idea what Erik had done to make his dream come true and star in his own show – but knowing Katya, the beautiful, sex-crazed Russian who ran the station and acted as the producer of Erik’s show – I  was pretty sure that he had used very single part of his body to get what he wanted…

“She looks just like Megan Fox and I fucked her until four in the morning”, Erik repeated, giddy with excitement. “I fucked her three times. Can you believe that? I can’t wait to meet Megan Fox tomorrow. Maybe I’ll fuck her, too. That’d be awesome!”

Family Business

Warning. Can contain traces of cum

“Okay, we’re ready”, I said, after I had made sure that the camera was working and that it showed my two handsome cousins in the middle of the frame.

Gerrit was 21 years old, a handsome young man with medium-length blond hair and beautiful eyes. His brother Henk was two years younger than him. His hair was a bit shorter but it was the same shade of blond, and as far as beauty was concerned, he ranked right there at the top with his brother. Both of them had muscular bodies, and they weren’t the least bit shy about showing them off.

They were both wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy briefs in different shades of blue that contrasted nicely with their bronzed skin. Geritt's briefs were royal blue while the color of Henk's briefs was sky blue, making his package look like oversized robin's eggs.

It had been a wonderful summer so far in Amsterdam, and my cousins looked like they had spent a considerable amount of time in the sun.

“Okay, what do we do?” Henk asked.

The two brothers had asked me to help them make a casting tape. We had talked about what I did for a living, about the time that I had spent filming naughty videos for a US website and about the TV show that I had created in Europe. I had spent a reasonable portion of my working life filming guys getting hit in the nuts – and apparently that was just the expertise that these two young hotties needed.

Speaking of Olympics...

Today's start of the 2012 Olympics is a nice occasion to go back 4 years and revisit the Ballbusting Olympics 2008. I had a great time with the boys - and the Olympics mark the first appearance of one of my favourite characters: Zach. Sometimes I really miss the boys, and I'm starting to think about taking the stories "back home" to the US after I'm done with the European storyline. Who knows...

Anyway, back to business: I know that the blog format doesn't make it easy to read the stories in the right order, so I thought it might be a good idea to revisit some of my older stories and index them for your reading pleasure, starting with the Olympics. The links will open in a new window so this post could serve as a table of contents.

The Olympics 2008 storyline has been one of the most extensive things I've written, and I really enjoyed working on it. I hope you enjoy them as much when you read them (again)...

• Road to the Olympics: Middle of the night
• Road to the Olympics: Research
• Road to the Olympics: Committee meeting
• Road to the Olympics: Eggheads
• Road to the Olympics: Second committe meeting
• Road to the Olympics: Another committee meeting
• Road to the Olympics: Booking the show
• Road to the Olympics: Lucky cock (The last committee meeting) 

• Opening Ceremony 
• Day 1: Nutball 
• Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 1 
• Day 2: Roshambo 
• Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 2 
• Behind the scenes: Deal with Phil 
• Day 3: Ball breaker 
• Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 3 
• Day 4: Squash 
• Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 4
• Behind the scenes: Beckhamania (guest starring David Beckham)
• Day 5: Punch Ball
• Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 5
• Day 6: Awards and Penalties

Career advice

I woke up, slightly hung over, when I heard Gerrit and Henk laugh in the living room. I smiled. It had been a rather long night, with plenty of alcohol and a tad bit of those Dutch specialties that were illegal in my home country Germany… Amsterdam definitely had certain things going for it…

Yesterday, I had arrived at my cousins’ place, after a somewhat less than enjoyable stay at my brother’s. I hadn’t seen them in ages, but we hit it off right away, and my bad mood has completely disappeared by 2 am, when we were lying in the living room, wearing only our underwear, giggling and laughing about each others’ silly jokes.

At 4 am, we had started a spirited game of nutball, and an indistinct, numb feeling in my balls reminded me that my cousins’ throwing skills were very well-developed… I tried to remember if I had landed some direct hits myself, but it was all a blur of laughter and screams. We had gone from tennis ball to wine bottle to ashtray (some huge ceramic monster, mind you), and the longer I thought about it, the more I feared that last night’s antics might have significantly lowered my sperm count. After a quick examination, I was relieved: My junk looked okay, if a bit swollen.

Both Gerrit and Henk were great guys, handsome and smart, funny and just a little bit wild and unpredictable. Judging from the stories they had told me yesterday, I knew that they were very popular with the ladies. I had trouble remembering everything they had told me – but somewhere in the back of my head, there was an episode that involved a young Swedish exchange student, both my cousins, and a double-headed dildo…

Meet the cousins

I was on the night train to Amsterdam Centraal, reading Val McDermid's newest thriller that I had bought at the main station in Hamburg. Usually, reading a well-written novel was a great way for me to relax - but my thought were wandering.

Yesterday morning, everything had been okay between my brother and me. Then, we had met an old buddy of mine at a café in Hamburg. I rubbed my crotch and grimaced. I was pretty sure Lukas was proud of himself. He had done some damage - to my testicles and to the relationship between my brother Peter and me.

The pain in my nuts wasn't what I was worried about. I had taken my fair share of nutshots - and, frankly, I should have guessed that Lukas would be up to his old tricks... He had squeezed and punched my balls in the café - and then he had left to get his cock sucked by the waitress. When he hadn't returned after 15 minutes, I left the café. The blowjob had probably led to some fucking. Lukas hadn't changed one bit.

The damage that Lukas had done to the relationship between Peter and me was a different matter, though. Lukas had told Peter about the game show I had created, and he had provided quite a lot of detail. It was news to Peter - and I was pretty sure that my prude, up-tight brother had some awful pictures in his head right now...

Revelation

When I woke up the next day, I could still feel the pain in my nuts. I was at my older brother's apartment in Hamburg, taking a break from work. Peter was a few years older than me, and while it was nice to see him again after all those years, it felt a bit awkward. And that awkwardness had slightly increased yesterday, when a couple of stupid accidents led to a lot of nut pain on my side - and quite a bit of embarrassement on Peter's...

I got up and walked into the bathroom. Peter was brushing his teeth.

"Morning", I said.

Peter nodded, toothpaste running out the corner of his mouth.

I pointed to the big orange hairdryer that had slammed into my balls last night. It was sitting on one of the upper shelves. "Nice. You placed do-it-yourself castration tool out of reach, huh?"

Peter blushed and looked at me, a devastated look on his face. Then he gargled with some mouth wash.

I tried to lighten up his mood. "What do you have in store for my nuts today, huh? Why don't we get done with it right away and I let you kick me in the junk a couple of times..."

Peter grimaced with discomfort. "I'm really sorry about... you know... hitting you in the unmentionables..."

Oh brother!

After having worked hard for more than four months, it was time for a break. We had just finished a great first season with  "The Balls Of Others", and Nikolai, the TV station's manager had told me that we'd be renewed for a second season. Of course, Nikolai's sister had started a show on her own TV station that covered the same ground and was even more successful - but we had worked hard to stay competitive.

In the last few weeks, I had done dozens of interviews promoting our show. Nikolai's channel was broadcasting all over Europe, so I found myself travelling from Stockholm to Madrid, from Warshaw to Paris, from Vienna to Oslo, from Rome to London. It was exhausting. And on top of that, I didn't even like the attention. I didn't like doing interviews - I was used to working behind the camera. But Nikolai had decided we needed a face for the promotion. And since we didn't have a host, I was the next best thing. Most of the time, I'd take a couple of stagehands with me to provide a bit of entertainment. I'd do the interview and then there'd be a short segments where our stagehands would ask a good looking guy from the audience or - if there was no audience - the host of the show to step up and get their balls busted.

I vividly remember the show in Italy. The musical guests were One Direction, some boy band from the UK. After my interview, the host asked the boys on stage and the stagehands had a great time crunching their nuts. The audience was mostly teenage girls who didnt' stop screamed while their idols' genitals were manhandled. One of the guys (I think his name was Henry or Harry or something) even dropped his pants and showed off his naked nuts, and the stagehands gladly accepted the challenge. They made him place his junk on the host's table and smashed them repeatedly with a wooden mallet. The girls went wild, and the guy nearly puked.

The secret is in the sauce

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. 
And there's a female involved (no actual f/m busting, though) - for those of you who don't like that...

Featured in this story: Erik (click for pictures)

"Alex", Katerina greeted me. "How nice to see you!"

I smiled at her and shook her hand. "Katerina!"

She was looking beautiful, wearing a short red skirt, a black blouse, silk stockings, and red high heels. She ran her hand through her long dark hair and smiled back at me, showing me her perfect white teeth between her full red lips.

Katerina was the sister of my boss Nikolai, and she had taken their sibling rivalry to a new level when she had started her own TV station, making her a direct competitor for her brother.

I was here because Katerina (nicknamed Katya by her brother) had wanted to talk to me about a new show she had planned. Not only had she lured away Erik, who had been one of the most enthusiastic stagehands on my show "The Balls of Others", but she was obviously trying to start her own version of my show... Advertisements for "Bashing Balls" were all over town, and I had seen a couple of TV ads that made me fear we could lose the fight for the younger demographic. Her show looked nothing short of fantastic...

As always when I was at her studios, I felt a little bit guilty. I was pretty sure that her brother would rip my balls off if he ever knew that I was meeting with her. On the other hand, Katya would probably do the same if I didn't. I was pretty fond of my balls so I did what everyone in their right mind would do: Meet with her and lie to my boss...