Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Memory Lane 15

The last months have been pretty exhausting for me, so I’m gonna take a short break. I won’t be posting any new stories from the 25th to the 5th of January. Instead – like I did in September – I’ll remind you of older stories that might be worth revisiting.

If you have any feedback, any suggestions for new stories, let me know. I’ll be checking the comments and my email account regularly. Thank you for understanding!

Summer in the city 13: At the rock concert with Tristan
The last part of the summer special. I tried to up the scale and came up with the idea of a rock music festival where Tristan gets ballbusted on stage.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Memory Lane 14

The last months have been pretty exhausting for me, so I’m gonna take a short break. I won’t be posting any new stories from the 25th to the 5th of January. Instead – like I did in September – I’ll remind you of older stories that might be worth revisiting.

If you have any feedback, any suggestions for new stories, let me know. I’ll be checking the comments and my email account regularly. Thank you for understanding!

Summer in the city 6: At the city pool with the twins

In this part of the summer series, Will and Michael meet a couple of guys at the city pool who take great delight in busting their balls. And Michael even falls in love with one of them.
When I had finished the story, I was thinking about having Bobby come back as a love interest for Michael (he gets mentioned in a couple of stories, if I remember correctly...). In the end, I wasn't sure if a relationship between Michael and Bobby would give me anything to write about so I didn't do it.
Do you have any thoughts? Would you like to read about Michael and Bobby being in love?

Monday, December 29, 2008

Memory Lane 13

The last months have been pretty exhausting for me, so I’m gonna take a short break. I won’t be posting any new stories from the 25th to the 5th of January. Instead – like I did in September – I’ll remind you of older stories that might be worth revisiting.

If you have any feedback, any suggestions for new stories, let me know. I’ll be checking the comments and my email account regularly. Thank you for understanding!

The coach disciplines the water polo team

This is the first part of the Role play series. It features Brandon, Cal, George, Kev, the twins, and  Zach and buckets of cum.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Memory Lane 12

The last months have been pretty exhausting for me, so I’m gonna take a short break. I won’t be posting any new stories from the 25th to the 5th of January. Instead – like I did in September – I’ll remind you of older stories that might be worth revisiting.

If you have any feedback, any suggestions for new stories, let me know. I’ll be checking the comments and my email account regularly. Thank you for understanding!

Caught in the act

Danny's girlfriend cheats on him - with his own brother David! Danny catches the two having sex in his appartment.
It's quite a brutal story and it features graphic depictions of straight sex. After I wrote it, I have to admit that I was hesitant about bringing David back because - in my mind - it was pretty much impossible to bring the relationsship between the brothers back to normal. In the end, I decided to try writing a story that features David without his brother (One on one: Parker vs. David) before having the two of them meet again...

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Memory Lane 11

The last months have been pretty exhausting for me, so I’m gonna take a short break. I won’t be posting any new stories from the 25th to the 5th of January. Instead – like I did in September – I’ll remind you of older stories that might be worth revisiting.

If you have any feedback, any suggestions for new stories, let me know. I’ll be checking the comments and my email account regularly. Thank you for understanding!

Big balls training camp
Friday /Saturday / Sunday / Sunday night 
Cal, George and Zach - the three guys with the biggest balls - are off to a training camp that is supposed to toughen up their nuts. Skater boys Leo, Tristan and Sammy are happy to help the trio and act as trainers...

Friday, December 26, 2008

Memory Lane 10

The last months have been pretty exhausting for me, so I’m gonna take a short break. I won’t be posting any new stories from the 25th to the 5th of January. Instead – like I did in September – I’ll remind you of older stories that might be worth revisiting.

If you have any feedback, any suggestions for new stories, let me know. I’ll be checking the comments and my email account regularly. Thank you for understanding!

One on one: Zach vs. Will

In the fifth part of the One on one series, enormously endowed frat boy Zach faces off against one of the twins. There's a lot of cum flying around and eventually, Michael helps his brother Will to win against Zach.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas!



The last months have been pretty exhausting for me, so I’m gonna take a short break. I won’t be posting any new stories from the 25th to the 5th of January. Instead – like I did in September – I’ll remind you of older stories that might be worth revisiting.

If you have any feedback, any suggestions for new stories, let me know. I’ll be checking the comments and my email account regularly. Thank you for understanding!

Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Top trumps: Ben, Danny, David and Tristan


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: BenDannyDavid and Tristan (click for pictures)

“And you don’t have a problem with being in the same room with your brother?” I looked at Danny and smiled sympathetically. “After all he did to you?”

Danny sighed. The 21 year old actor was standing in front of me, naked except for his tight blue boxer briefs. He had a great body, with muscles in all the right places. He ran his hand through his strawberry blond hair and scratched his head. He looked at me and said in a low voice, “You mean the thing with… you know…”

I raised my eyebrows. “You caught him fucking your girlfriend.”

Danny winced.

“And he busted your balls pretty bad!” I added. “It would be completely understandable if you didn’t want to see him again.”

Danny grimaced and sighed again. “He has a couple of very convincing arguments…”

Monday, December 22, 2008

Shakeout – task 5: The math

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Today, I was in a rather good mood.

I was sitting on the passenger seat of the car. My cameraman Chad was driving. We were on our way to Warren’s warehouse.

Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, a rival website that had stolen a couple of our story ideas and continued to steal our members, had challenged us to a series of tasks. Four tasks had been completed, and the score was even. Last week, our big balled stud Zach had shown us how much cum was stored in those oversized babymakers of his. And the week before, our red haired gymnast Parker had defeated Warren’s prized Russian hunk Dima and humiliated the horsehung guy.

I was whistling happily, looking in the rear view mirror and watching the twins Michael and Will stare back at me.

Today, Warren had sent me an email asking me to bring the twins. No problem, Warren, we are on our way!

I turned my head and smiled at the two blond 22 year olds. “I’m sure you’ll win this thing!”

Michael shrugged. “I don’t know. From what Parker told me, he was in pain for a couple of days.”

“But he won”, I said cheerfully. “You should have seen that Russian. He had a huge cock that was fiery red after he pulled it out of the milking machine…”

Saturday, December 20, 2008

An ordinary day at school (2)


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: BenBrandonCalColinDannyKevLeoParker, SammySimon, the twins and Tristan (click for pictures)

Last week, we had filmed the first part of our little school drama: Skaterboys Leo, Tristan and Sammy had shown geeky Simon and his big-balled friend George that being clever could lead to serious pain.

Today, we were going to continue with the second part. Set in the college gym (standing in for the high school gym), George and Simon were going to be bullied by jock boy Ben and his lackeys Colin and Kev.

We had invited the rest of the guys to be on the set as extras. Twins Will and Michael had been eager to join the cast, anticipating their turn as the two geeks’ tormentors in the upcoming third part of the story. Strawberry haired actor Danny, black swimmer Cal, his Asian-American friend Brandon, the twins’ buddy Parker and the three skaters were standing with the twins, all of them wearing colorful sportswear: t-shirts, shorts and trainers.

My cameraman Chad was setting up the camera while I was talking to the three jocks. Ben, Colin and Kev were wearing sweat pants, sneakers and t-shirts.

20 year old Ben ran his hand through his short black hair and grinned. “So I’m the leader of the pack, right?”

I nodded. “You are the super bully.”

Ben chuckled. “I’m gonna enjoy this…” He adjusted his crotch and looked at Kev. “Bossing you around.”

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Who is Logan?



Previous parts:
Placing the ad


Come to think of it, I don't have a very clear image of Logan in my mind, yet. I know that he is 18 years old, a high school wrestler who isn't your typical jock. He is well-liked and has many friends all over school.
He is straight and has a girlfriend at the moment but he isn't shy about showing off his body for fun. He liked to fight fair but he knows how to use cheap shots, as well.

Is there anything else I should know about Logan?

He seems to have a lot of fans and I'm a bit puzzled by that. (Well, my favourite candidate in "Auditions" was Milosh - and he got less than 10% of your votes, so maybe I'm a bit off here :-))

New poll: Favourite/least favourite character?



There are two new polls, the first one asking you to tell us your favourite character. Of course, new model Logan is included in the line up. Tell us what you think. More than one answer is possible…

In the second poll, we ask you to tell us your least favourite character on the site. Is there anyone who gets on your nerves? Anyone who you don’t like at all? Please tell us in the second poll. Again, more than one answer is possible.

I haven’t decided whether there will be any real consequences like eliminating the least favourite guys from the site. I’d just like to know what you think. That way I know which guys to include more often and which ones to feature less often…

Thank you!

Poll results: Milosh, Nestor, Logan, Ian?


Previous parts:
Placing the ad


Last month we asked you to tell us your opinion and determine a winner in the final fights of the “Auditions” stories. The four guys left were Milosh, Nestor, Logan and Ian. More than 150 people voted in the poll. Here are the results::

Milosh 7%
Nestor 12%
Logan 50%
Ian   31%

You have decided: Logan will be the new model.

That means that the final fights will be
Milosh vs. Ian (winner: Ian)
Nestor vs. Logan (winner: Logan)
Ian vs. Logan (winner: Logan)

After that, Logan will be initiated into the team in one closing chapter for the “Auditions” stories.
If you have any suggestions, any comments, any wishes for the final fights between the candidates, let me know!
Originally, I planned to write and publish the final stories for "Auditions" in December. But since I desperately need a time-out, I'm gonna publish them in January.  From December, 25th to January 5th there will be no new stories on the blog...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Promotion

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“Thank you for everything you have done for us”, I said, smiling at Zach.

The 20 year old boy was standing in front of me, looking slightly irritated.

“Are you gonna fire me?” he asked, scratching his head.

His blond hair was cut short and he was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue jeans and white sneakers. He had a muscular body, with defined pecs, strong arms and perfect six pack abs.

“No”, I smiled, shaking my head, “definitely not. You are great guy and your fantastic equipment is a real asset for our site…”

Zach smiled and adjusted the big bulge in his jeans.

Behind me, the rest of our models were lined up: black swimmer Cal, strawberry-blond actor Danny, tall jock Kev, lanky skaterboy Leo, geeky blond Simon, and Michael and Will, the twin gymnasts.

They smiled at Zach who began to shift uncomfortably.

“Zach, it’s time you got a promotion”, I continued. “You’ve been a regular guest on our site for a couple of months now and we decided that we’d like you to be a model for us.”

Monday, December 15, 2008

Shakeout – task 4: The glass plates

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Vince and Zach (click for pictures)

I was whistling happily, sitting on the passenger seat of the car.

My cameraman Chad was driving.

In the back of the car, Zach was flipping through the pages of a magazine.

We were heading for Warren’s warehouse.

Warren was the owner of ballbustboys.com, a website that shamelessly copied our skits and stole our members. He was an unpleasant guy, and there was no doubt that he thought that his site superior to ours and he, as a person, was superior to me. Warren had challenged us to a fight, a prolonged battle that was carried out in a series of tasks. Each task involved a threat to the manhood of either one of our models or one of his models or both.

After Warren’s team had scored two victories, our own Parker had defeated one of Warren’s trophy studs last week. Dima, a cocksure Russian with an arrogant demeanor, a humongous cock and two supersized gonads, had been crying like a girl when Parker had shown him who was better at containing his load.

Thinking back, I grinned. Today, we were going to beat them again. I looked into the rear view mirror and noticed Zach adjusting his crotch.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

On the job: Cal, sales clerk


Featured in this story: Cal (click for pictures)

I walked into the department store. The tiny new camera that my cameraman that Chad had given me was attached to my shirt. I had no idea how this little thing worked, but Chad had assured me that I didn’t have to do anything and the thing would work by itself.

I passed the book section and the jewelry, the CDs and the cosmetics, the toys and the electronics, until I reached clothing department.

I was looking for Cal, our 22 year old African American model.

Finally, I spotted him talking to a customer.

As I approached, the customer walked away and Cal grinned at me.

He looked great, his black hair cut short, wearing a dark suit with a white shirt. He had a perfect swimmer’s build that was obvious even when he was wearing a suit.

“Hi, Cal”, I said.

“Hi, Alex”, Cal replied. He looked at his watch. “You’re right on time.”

I smiled. “I’m just gonna sit over there and watch you working.”

Cal grimaced comically. “Not very interesting, I guess…”

I shrugged. “Maybe something happens…”

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Alex

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“I guess it’s your turn today”, Chad grinned.

I grimaced. “Chad, you wouldn’t want to---“

“No way, man!” Chad shook his head. “No way.”

Today, we were filming another episode in our “Sammy the ball doctor” series.

“No way I’m gonna let that little devil get his hands on my junk today!” Chad said with a determined expression on his face. “Tonight, I’m going out with my new girlfriend. She’s a little shy and hasn’t let me in her panties, yet. But tonight’s the night…” He glanced at Sammy who winked at him. “And I’m not gonna let him trash my shit!”

Lanky skaterboy Sammy was sitting on a chair, wearing his white lab coat, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He was 18 years old, with red hair and green eyes, and cute freckles all over his face.

He looked at me with an impish grin. “I wouldn’t mind treating you…”

I smiled weakly.

Chad chuckled. “Well, let the little fucker have a little bit of fun with your nuts…”

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

An ordinary day at school (1)


Featured in this story: LeoSammySimon and Tristan (click for pictures)

“It feels a bit strange”, George said, smiling sheepishly.

The 23 year old actor was standing in the middle of the classroom, wearing blue trousers, a white shirt and a blue tie. He ran his hand through his big head of blond curls and added, “A couple of years ago, I went to this school.” He looked around the room. “This is where we had our geography classes…”

I smiled. “How did you get them to let us film in here?”

George shrugged. “Well, I asked my former teacher. I told her that we were filming an independent movie. She has seen a short film that I starred in.”

“Thanks for doing that”, I smiled.

George chuckled. “I hope she never finds out what we are doing…”

Simon was standing next to him, wearing similar clothes. His dark blond hair was neatly parted and his blue eyes sparkled with excitement. He adjusted his glasses and smiled at George.

I turned around and looked at my cameraman Chad who was setting up the camera.

It was a perfect setting for our second feature in our “Role play” series. We had placed fifteen seats in the room. They were occupied by a couple of our models. The twins were sitting next to Parker and Danny. Ben, Kev and Colin were there, too, along with Zach, Cal and Brandon.

The protagonists of the first part of our story were George, Simon and the skaterboys, though.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Shakeout – task 3: The mallets

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

I was sitting on the passenger seat of my cameraman Chad’s car. Outside, it was freezing cold. Snow was falling, covering the sidewalks and the house tops in white cotton candy. The noise of the town was muted by the snow, and everything looked peaceful and quiet.

I turned my head and looked at Parker. “Thanks for helping us.”

The 21 year old gymnast was wearing a camouflage anorak, a purple scarf and tight red jeans that were almost the same color as his dyed, flaming red hair.

“Sure”, he replied, smiling. “I hope I’ll do better than Ben.”

I nodded.

We were on our way to the warehouse. Warren, the owner of the website ballbustboys.com which shamelessly copied our plots and stole our members, had sent me a short email, asking us to be at the warehouse at 7 p.m. and to bring a model.

He had threatened us into competing in a series of twisted tasks. In the end, either Warren’s or my website would prevail, and continue to make videos. The loser would go offline.

Everything was on the line.

And it didn’t look very good for us.

Friday, December 5, 2008

One year



Wow - I can't believe it. I started this blog exactly 12 months ago. I almost missed the anniversary because I was busy writing new stories.

Well, I'd like to take a moment to thank all of you who contributed to this site. Your comments and your input have a great impact on all of my stories. And there is a great number of stories that originated in your fantasy and the basic ideas were yours.

Auditions, Ben's wrestling match, Big balls training camp, Brother knows best, Caught in the act, High kicks, Office vendetta, the On the job series, the One on one series, Richard and Paul, the Role play series, Shakeout, Soccer balls 2, The nutcracker prince, the Top trumps series and the characters of David, Brandon, Xander and Parker - all of them were your ideas. Thank you very much!

I'm rather busy at the moment, but I try to publish a story every other day. And - while December my be a bit tricky, with the holdays coming up - I promise that I'll keep on writing.

Frankly, I thought that I'd run out of ideas pretty quickly. I never imagined that I'd do this for such a long time...

I have written another post, where we can discuss your ideas and suggestions for the future in the comments section. If you have anything that might make a good story, let me know! Oh, and the One on one wish list could use a couple of new suggestions, too... :-))

Again, thank you all! Now, I'm gonna spend the rest of the day whistling happily and being proud of myself... :-))

Ideas and suggestions



You have an idea that might make a good story? Please let me know! Thanks!

One on one: Zach vs. Kev

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Kev and Zach were sitting in the kitchen, smiling at me.

“Sorry”, I said. “Chad said he’ll be here any minute. He’s out shopping.”

Kev shrugged. The 20 year old jock was wearing grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt. He ran his hand through his brown hair and grinned, “I wouldn’t mind a soda.”

“Sure”, I said quickly and opened the fridge. “Coke?”

“Awsome”, Kev said.

“Same for you, Zach?” I asked.

Zach nodded.

Giving them the beverages, I sat down at the table.

There was a moment of silence while we all took a sip from our drinks.

Zach was 20 years old, just like Kev, with short blond hair, a handsome face and beautiful blue eyes. He was sitting with his legs spread apart, his left hand resting in his lap. His jeans were bulging at the crotch. From all the guys on our website, Zach had the most impressive equipment, a huge cock and a matching pair of fat nuts. And it looked like he had a boner right now. The outline of his dick – pointing to the right – and his extra large eggs was clearly visible. Absentmindedly, Zach ran the tip of his index finger over the head of his cock through the denim.

I wasn’ the only one who noticed.

Kev chuckled. “You horny?”

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Charity Nutshot Festival – any thoughts?

I have to admit that I’m not at all happy with the Charity Nutshot Festival stories. It seemed a good idea at the time, but somehow it doesn’t work out the way I wanted it to… It’s one of the rare instances where I published the first (admittedly very lame) set-up without knowing where to go with it. And now I’m stuck…

Now I need your opinion: Do you want me to continue the story? Do you have any ideas that might be interesting? Or do you think that I should just move on? I’m not sure. I guess if I stop the story, there will be one final part to wrap things up…

What do you think?

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

One on one: Parker vs. David

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

“You are not serious, right?“ David said, looking at me.

The 19 year old was wearing black trousers and a black shirt that suited him very well. He had black leather shoes that looked shiny and new. His black hair was cut short. He was a very attractive young guy, with a handsome face and a hot body. As a professional dancer, David knew how to keep his body in shape. The only thing that tarnished the beautiful picture was the expression of utter disgust on David’s smooth face.

“You can’t be serious”, David repeated, shaking his head. “How long has it been since I last came here?”

I thought for a moment.

David continued shaking his head. “Two months?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t---“

David interrupted me. “And now that I come back – an act of helpfulness, mind you – you present me with… him?” He turned his head and looked at Parker.

Parker chuckled. He was two years older than David. While David’s clothes were strictly unicolored – I was pretty sure that even underwear was black… - Parker clearly didn’t believe in confining himself to choosing just one fraction of the color palette.

He was colorful from head to toe, from his dyed screaming red hair, to his tight yellow t-shirt with blue hems and a white and blue print on the front, to his skintight green jeans that did a very good job of advertising Parker’s genitals and a less good job of keeping his ass covered up as there was a large tear right below his left ass cheek, to his sneakers which were rather dirty and rather pink. Admittedly, the shoes made my eyes hurt.

To David, who thought of himself as a master of style and class, Parker looked like a clown from a bankrupt circus. That association wasn’t that far fetched, in fact, as Parker was an aerial gymnast, earning his living by swinging on trapezes and wrapping himself into vertical ropes.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Mails?



Today I received a couple of emails that were sent to me by a reader - in June! I don’t know why they didn’t reach me. Maybe it’s my email provider, maybe it’s the reader’s. Maybe it's the eternal mystery of the Unfathomable Web... I don't know if this is an isolated case or if there are any other emails that were sent but didn't make it to my mailbox (I did receive other lots of emails since June)...

I answer every email that I get. No exceptions. So if anybody sent me a mail and didn’t get a reply, please try to send it again or tell me in the comments section and I’ll provide you with another email address.

As you know, I value every idea and every suggestion. It’s what keeps me going. This blog would have been dead a long time ago if it wasn’t for your input and your feedback.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Shakeout – task 2: The machine

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And it’s a quite brutal. Might not be everyone’s cup of tea…

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

I looked at my watch. It was almost 7 p.m. “Fuck!”

My cameraman Chad was pacing the studio.

 “I told him to be here at half past six!” I said.

“Well, he isn’t here”, Chad mumbled.

“I know that”, I snapped. “Do you think we can make it to the warehouse in five minutes?”

Chad shook his head.

“Fuck!” I looked at my watch again. “We’ll be late.”

Suddenly, we heard footsteps on the stairs.

 “There he is”, I said quickly.

Chad and I raced down the stairs.

I almost ran into Ben who looked at me with a surprised expression on his face.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Charity Nutshot Festival: Day 2

Featured in this story: Danny (click for pictures)

After last week’s event at the gym, when Simon got his balls bashed by several good-humored college students, we decided to take a different approach for the second day of the Charity Nutshot Festival.

21 year old actor Danny and his 23 year old friend George had agreed to come with us today.

It had been Danny’s idea to set up a tent-like booth in the middle of the main shopping street. It was a pedestrian zone, filled with people.

Danny probably hadn’t thought about the fact that it was freezing cold outside, and the booth wasn’t heated. It was a simple, blue colored tent, secluded on every side.

Danny and George were both half naked, wearing only their sneakers and their underwear.

“Bad idea”, George mumbled, rubbing his hands on his bare chest. He was a bit smaller than Danny, but he seemed taller, thanks to his head of curly blond hair. Just like Danny, George was a struggling actor, and his body was in very good shape, with muscular arms and legs, six-pack abs and a chiselled chest. He was wearing blue boxer briefs that couldn’t hide the fact that he was marvellously endowed. His big balls and thick, long cock defied the temperatures and bulged inside his tight blue underwear.

Danny looked at him, shrugging, “Sorry. We won’t be here for long, right?”

I nodded. “Two hours, tops.”

Danny smiled. “Okay.” The strawberry blond actor played with his erect nipples and grinned. “I think we are ready…” He was wearing a skimpy pair of white briefs, with his pubic hair visible above the waistband.

My cameraman Chad looked at the sign that I was holding. “Shall I put it up?”

George and Danny looked at each other.

“Alright”, George said. “Let’s get it over with…”

Chad grinned and walked outside, looking at the sign. It said, “STRESS RELIEF BALLS INSIDE”.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Ben’s wrestling match – the rematch


Previous parts:
Arrangements 
Ben's wrestling match 
Good times

Warning: Girl present.Another warning: Contains f/m ballbusting (near the end).

Update: Roshambo part rewritten. [2008/11/29]

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

“This is gonna be a fair match”, Ben said. The muscular 20 year old adjusted his crotch and grinned. He was wearing tight white briefs that contrasted very nicely with the color of his tanned skin. The black haired jock’s muscles were on full display, his arms and legs naked, his abs and his pecs outlined in the fabric.

“It’s gonna be a fair fight”, Ben repeated.

I looked him in the eyes, trying not to stare at his crotch.

“The last time, Kev set me up”, Ben continued. “The twins, Kev, and the ref – everybody had been in on it!”

I tried to look surprised. Apparently Ben hadn’t figured out that everyone, from the audience to me and my cameraman Chad, had been in on it.

“This time”, Ben grinned. “I have made sure that it will be fair. I’m gonna show Kev who has the biggest balls.” He licked his lips and grabbed his crotch, squeezing his package lightly, making his cock and balls seem even bigger than they were. “Me.”

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Top trumps: Leo, Sammy, Brandon and Cal


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“What is this game about?” Sammy asked, looking confused. The 18 year old skater scratched his his head, running his hand through his red hair. The lanky boy was sitting on the ground, his skinny legs crossed, wearing nothing but plaid boxer shorts and dirty white socks.

I had turned the heating on in the studio. It was rather cold outside and I didn’t want the four guys to catch a cold.

“You never played top trumps?” Cal grinned. He adjusted his crotch in his blue boxer briefs and sat down next to Sammy. The African American boy had the perfect swimmer’s build: muscular chest and trained abs, strong arms and legs, and not an ounce of fat on his entire body. His briefs were bulging with his manhood, his large balls clearly visible below his fat, flaccid cock that pointed to the left. He massaged his bare feet and chuckled.

Sammy shook his head. “Never.”

“It’s easy”, Leo chimed in. He was sitting opposite Cal, his legs crossed just like his friend Sammy’s. “We compete in different categories. And top trumps.” Leo leaned back and grinned. He was a skater, 18 years old, and - just like Sammy - skinny and lanky. In addition to his socks and his plain white boxers, Leo wore a baseball cap on top of his curly black hair.

“Let’s start the game”, Brandon said, sitting down opposite Sammy and completing the circle. Brandon was 21 years old, one year younger than his buddy Cal. They both were on the college swim team, and Brandon’s body was almost as well-trained and defined as Cal’s. At 5’7”, the Asian American boy was the shortest of the four boys. He was wearing socks and a pair of skimpy briefs that barely contained his big balls and thick cock.

“Alright”, Sammy said. “Who wants to start?”

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Shakeout – task 1: The key

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Vince (click for pictures)

Chad and I arrived at the warehouse at 7 pm.

Almost one week had passed since we had been here for a meeting with Warren, owner of ballbustboys.com, a website that shamelessly copied our content and continued to steal our members. We had been jumped by Warren’s henchmen, and he had challenged us to a fight, a series of tasks that both of our teams would have to cope with. The winner was going to keep his website. The loser was going to wrap things up and go offline. Everything was on the line, our money, our future, everything.

But we had no idea what those ominous “tasks” were going to be.

Earlier, I had received a email from Warren. “Warehouse. 7 pm.”

I had been antsy all day, pondering whether we should just give up.

Finally, Chad and I had decided that we had no chance. We had to meet Warren again and hope that this wasn’t some kind of trap.

I had left a message with a good friend of mine, telling him where I was going and who I was going to meet. After our last encounter, I didn’t trust Warren at all.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

New link: Ballbusting Playground

I've added a new site to the link section: Ballbusting Playground, a brand new blog with great potential: m/m drawings and comic strips. I love the first two drawings and I hope there will be more to come! It's great to see some new talent in the m/m bb community!

Friday, November 21, 2008

Charity Nutshot Festival: Day 1

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

I was standing at the entrance of the gym, watching a long line of people wait to buy their ticket and enter.

Today was the first day of our Charity Nutshot Festival. I had been quite busy this week, so I had delegated the organization of the event to 20 year old Kev, veteran president of the Ballbusting Olympics Committee (BOC). Kev had done a great job organizing the Olympics in spring, and I was amazed at the efficiency of his work today.

Kev was standing next to me.

I looked at him and smiled. “Wow”, I said. “Great work.”

Kev shrugged and grinned. “Thanks.”

The line was moving, and the gym filled with people. At one side of the gym, there was a small stage where today’s show was going to take place.

“What are we going to see today?” I asked.

Kev smiled. “Today is Simon’s day. It was his idea, so I thought he’d be the perfect one to start the festivities…”

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

One on one: Sammy vs. Parker

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“Hey, Sammy”, Parker grinned as he entered the studio. “Nice to see you again.”

The 21 year old gymnast was wearing tight green jeans, white, well-worn sneakers and a skin-tight brown t-shirt with some orange colored abstract artwork on it. A couple of colorful patches – probably more fashion statement than repair work – were sewn on the legs of his jeans. A small white patch with blue stripes on his right thigh, a bigger one on his left knee, checkered red and white, looking like it had been cut out of a cheap napkin.

His bulging crotch sported a well-placed tear in the fabric, letting us catch a glimpse of his plain red boxer shorts that had the same bright color as his dyed red hair. Parker’s balls were outlined in his jeans, separated by the crotch seam, and his dick pointed to the right.

“Hi, Parker”, Sammy said.

Parker hugged him, making the lanky skaterboy blush.

Sammy seemed slightly uncomfortable with Parker’s overt showing of affection.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Meeting with the enemy

Featured in this story: Chad (click for pictures)

“This is it”, I said, looking at the address I had written down on a piece of paper.

My cameraman Chad and I were standing in front of a large warehouse building.

A couple of days ago, we had found the reason of our declining subscription numbers. Another website, ballbustboys.com had started producing videos that seemed to lure our members away from us. Their production values seemed to be as good as ours, if not better, judging from the clips on their site. And on top of that, they were stealing our ideas. We had contacted Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, and he hadn’t been very cooperative. Today, we were going to meet him.

I looked at the building. “What a shabby place”, I mumbled.

Chad grinned.

“What?” I snapped.

“It looks just like our place”, Chad said.

I raised my eyebrows and pointed at the first floor of the building. Some windows were shattered. “The first floor is abandoned”, I said.

Chad chuckled. “As I said, just like our place.”

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Good times


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

Today, I visited Kev at his dorm again.

A couple of days ago, he had told me that he hadn’t finished working on the flyer for the Charity Nutshot Festival yet. Now, with the first day of the Festival only a couple of days away, I wanted to see if there had been any progress.

Kev had been very good as acting president of the Ballbusting Olympics Committee (BOC), and I was sure he would do a good job in advertising the Festival – but I decided that I’d better keep an eye on him, because he tended to be a bit lazy from time to time…

I hadn’t reached Kev on his mobile phone, so I decided to drop by.

I passed the entrance and stood at the stairs. I looked up. Kev’s room was on the second floor. I decided to go down to the basement, the leisure room, where most of the committee meetings had taken place.

As I walked down the stairs, I heard loud noise and laughter.

I opened the door and looked inside the room.

Kev was surrounded by a couple of guys, all in their early twenties. Most of them were shirtless, with smooth, muscular chests and well defined abs.

Kev was shirtless, too.

“… bam, right in the nuts!” Kev grinned, making a kicking motion with his sneaker-clad foot, stopping short of Ben’s crotch who was standing opposite him, obviously embarrassed.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Trouble at the office




Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: CalDannyLeoTristan and Zach (click for pictures)

“I’ve never done porn”, George said. “I mean, real porn. Gay porn.”

The 23 year old guy looked at me, his green eyes wide open. He scratched his head and grinned sheepishly. “I don’t know what do do…” He was wearing black trousers, a white shirt with a blue tie, and black leather shoes. His curly blond hair was tamed by styling gel.

We were standing in the middle of the studio, waiting to begin the shooting of another skit for our website.

Right next to us were three desks with computers. Actually, they were electronic scrap that my cameraman Chad had organised, keyboards and computer screens that didn’t work but looked okay. The three desks were placed together like in an open-plan office.

Behind the desks was our regular desk, the supervisor’s place.

We had put up a fake wall with a door on the left side of the setting.

My cameraman Chad had set up two cameras. He was standing behind one of them, with some friend of his operating the other one.

Frat guy Zach was standing next to George, wearing black trousers and a shirt with a red tie. The 20 year old blond put his right arm around George’s shoulders and grinned, “Just follow my lead.” He adjusted his crotch with his left hand. “I starred in a little private movie with my ex-girlfriend and two friends of hers”, he said, beaming with pride. “You can watch it on xtube.”

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Business

Thanks to guy787970 for the idea of a rival website and to JP for a ton of great, twisted ideas and the basic outline of this 13 part story!

Today I was sitting at my desk, crunching the numbers on my computer, to see what we could do about the decline in membership subscriptions. After reading, thinking, calculating and cursing for more than four hours, I was ready for a break. And I still couldn’t explain why our members had left us. The exodus had started in September, and by the end of October, more than 50% of our members were gone.

I was getting a headache.

I decided I needed some fresh air, so I went for a walk.

When I came back, Chad was sitting at the computer.

“Hi Chad”, I said weakly. “How’s---“

“Look at this”, he interrupted me, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

I raised my eyebrows. “What---“

“Look at this”, he repeated.

I grabbed another chair and sat down next to him.

“I think I know why our members left us”, he said in a low voice.

I looked at the screen. My jaw dropped. “But--- How could they---“

“I have no idea!” Chad sighed. “I came across it by accident. A little typo and, voila, here it is…”

“Ballbustboys.com”, I read.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

New poll: Milosh, Nestor, Logan, Ian?


Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Okay, now that round 2 of the Auditions is over, we have the final four candidates. You decide who'll be the winner! Tell us your opinion and vote in the poll on the right! Thanks!

Auditions – round 2: Ian vs. Len


Previous parts:
Placing the ad


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Today was the final day for the second round in our Auditions. We were looking for a new model for our website. Sixteen guys had applied. Eight had been defeated in the first round. After tonight’s fight, there would be four guys left.

Ian grinned at me and adjusted his crotch in his cargo pants. “Last time was fun…”

I chuckled. “Yeah, well, it took only one kick to defeat your opponent.”

Ian grinned and nodded. “Fun.”

“And you got to fuck Xander’s boyfriend”, I smiled.

“Yeah”, Ian said dreamily. “The little blond slut…”

“Well”, I said. “I guess today will be more difficult. And probably without the sex.”

Ian raised his eyebrows.

“You know”, I continued smiling. “Your opponent tonight is quite a guy.”

My cameraman Chad walked past us and chimed in, “He has balls of steel.”

Friday, November 7, 2008

Crisis

This morning we got troubling news: Our subscription numbers are down. Way down. Since we’ve launched ballbunstingboys.com in December, we have seen a steady increase in subscription numbers. January was better than December, February was better than January, month by month, the numbers went up.

But beginning in September, the numbers went down. We don’t know why. And in October, we had the lowest number of members since February.

We’ll have to find out why the numbers are declining. There is the very real possibility that we might have to close down the site.

Of course, we’ll do everything we can to avoid that.

I’ll keep you updated.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Grassroots

Last week, our geeky model Simon had made an intriguing suggestion: a Charity Nutshot Festival.

In the last few days, I had called our models and asked them if they were willing to spend a little bit of their time getting their balls busted in the name of charity. I had talked to everyone, Danny, the twins, Kev, Cal, Zach, Parker, Xander, every number I could find in my little black book, and most of them agreed to participate.

Now, I was on the college campus, standing in front of the dorm building where Kev, Colin and Ben lived.

I walked in and went straight to the basement. Here, in the leisure room, we had planned the Ballbusting Olympics, and I hoped to meet Kev. I walked into the room that was empty except for two people.

There was a new pool table in the middle of the room.

A young, buff blond, wearing nothing but his boxers, was sitting on top of it, his legs spread, laughing and daring another guy to shoot a pool ball at his nuts.

“Come on”, the blond shouted. He reached inside the leg opening of his boxers and pulled out his big, bulging balls. His sac was shaved and his nuts looked healthy and heavy, a vulnerable target resting on the green. “Do it!”

The other guy, a shirtless black kid in his late teens, with a muscular chest and defined abs, held the pool cue. The white ball was sitting on the table, waiting to be smashed into the blond’s meaty nuggets.

“Do it!” the blond shouted again, his hands raised up in the air.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Auditions – round 2: Logan vs. Dean

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Logan walked into the studio, followed by a group of guys most of whom I recognized from the last time I had seen him. They were friends of his from high school, all in their late teens, most of them white, a couple of them black, Hispanic, or Asian.

“Hi”, I said.

“Hi, Alex”, Logan said, smiling. “I brought my friends again. I hope that’s okay with you…”

I shrugged. “Sure.” I turned to the guys and pointed at the couch. “Make yourselves comfortable…”

Chatting and laughing, Logan’s friends walked past us and sat down on the floor and on the couch.

Suddenly, a young, redhaired guy with a nose piercing burst into the room, slightly out of breath. “Am I late?”

“Nah”, Logan grinned at him. “Plenty of time, Jeremy.”

Jeremy smiled and joined his friends at the other end of the studio.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

On the job: Brandon, fry boy


Featured in this story: Brandon (click for pictures)

I walked into the restaurant. It was rather small, but a typical McDonald’s restaurant in every respect: a large room with seating for fifty or sixty people, a counter with three cash registers, and an open industrial kitchen.

There were no patrons but me, so I walked right up to the counter.

A young, skinny, bored-looking cashier with short blond hair and a freckled face was standing behind one of the registers. Above his upper lip was an amusing attempt at a moustache. I looked at his name tag. Jack. Jack looked like he was nineteen or twenty years old. He didn’t look like he had to shave every morning…

“Hi”, I smiled at him. “I’m looking for Brandon.”

Jack stared at me with a blank expression on his face.

“The Asian guy?” I said.

“Oh, Brandon”, Jack said.

Pause.

“I’m looking for him”, I said, smiling.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Poll results: Cum?



In last months poll, we asked you to give us your opinion on cumshots in ballbusting stories. 99 people took part in the poll. I admit, it was a bit of a no-brainer and the results are hardly surprising:

Yes, I can't get enough of them! 66%
I don't mind reading one once in a while... 22%
No! I hate them! 12%

Regarding this months poll: I haven't finished writing the second round of the Auditions stories. All that aggressive fighting was starting to bore me, so I wrote a couple of stories that don't involve nasty battles... As soon as I have posted the rest of the round 2 stories (probably within the next week), I'll set up a poll so that you can decide who will be the winner...

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Auditions – round 2: Cillian vs. Nestor


Nestor, a 23 year old Latino with long, straight black hair and a ponytail, was wearing blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He had an innocent, smooth, young face, but the black leather jacket and his heavy black boots told a different story, as did the two scars on his face. There was a small scar on his forehead and a bigger one on his left cheek. He had called himself a streetfighter, and there was little doubt where he had gotten these scars…

Cillian was the same age as his opponent. He was Irish, with a thick accent, short red hair and a friendly, attractive face. He was quite small, appearing fragile and almost tiny next to Nestor. He was wearing sneakers, some tight grey trousers and a green shirt.

“Nestor, meet Cillian”, I said.

They shook hands and eyed each other.

Nestor chuckled and cracked his knuckles.

Cillian smiled weakly.

“Alright”, I said and walked across the room until I stood behind my cameraman Chad.

Nestor smirked at Cillian. He adjusted his crotch and ran his hand over his chest, but Cillian didn’t seem to be very impressed.

The Irish boy unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his lean, smooth chest. He winked at Nestor. “I guess you like to fight rough, huh?”

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Top trumps: Zach, Xander and the twins


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: the twinsXander and Zach (click for pictures)

The four blond boys were sitting in a circle on the floor. All of them were shirtless, wearing nothing but their socks and underwear.

20 year old frat boy Zach was wearing light blue boxers and a pair of white socks that looked like he hadn’t changed them for at least a weak. He had arrived wearing sneakers and sweat pants, and I assumed he had been to the gym before he came here. His short blond hair was slightly wet with sweat. He looked at Xander who was sitting opposite him.

Xander was 23 years old, and he hadn’t met Zach or the twins prior to this. A couple of days ago, he had made a deal with our website, paying us to participate in some of our videos so that he wouldn’t lose a bet with a friend.

I had invited him for our first game of Top Trumps because I knew that the twins and Zach didn’t know what to expect from him.

Xander wasn’t as muscular as either Zach or the twins, but he was quite determined, and I was curious how he’d behave…

Xander was blond with highlights, and he was wearing white briefs and white socks. His underwear looked like it was more expensive than all of Zach’s clothing combined…

The twins were sitting opposite each other, wearing boxer briefs. They were 22 years old, both of them professional gymnasts, and it showed: They had muscles in all the right places, with six pack abs and hairless chests. Their tanned bodies looked marvellous.

I had placed a deck of cards in the middle of the circle. I had prepared a couple of categories for them to play.

“Okay, let’s start”, I said. I was standing behind the camera, next to my cameraman Chad.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Grace of charity

I was sitting in a café, reading a magazine and drinking a cup of coffee, when I heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Alex!”

I looked up. “Simon! Good to see you!”

The 23 year old boy was wearing dark blue trousers, a white shirt, a blue tie and a slipover, looking very geeky and very hot...

“Do you mind if I sit?” he smiled at me, pointing at the chair opposite me.

I smiled and put my magazine away.

Simon sat down and took off his horn rimmed glasses.

“How are you?” I said. “We haven’t seen each other for quite some time…”

Simon smiled and we talked for a while.

After ten or fifteen minutes, he changed the subject. “There’s a reason I wanted to talk to you. Chad told me you were here, so I figured…”

“Sure”, I said.

“You know, I watched TV the other day and they had this show where everybody could donate money to charity”, Simon said. “And I thought, well, why don’t we do something like that?”

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Bribery


Previous parts:
Placing the ad


Featured in this story: ChadXander and Alex (click for pictures)

Yesterday, Milosh defeated Xander in a heated fight to become the first candidate in our series of auditions to reach the semi-finals.

Today, Xander came by the studio.

The blond boy was walking funny and I couldn’t help but smile a little when he sat down on the couch, wincing, when a sudden jolt of pain reminded him that his balls had taken quite a beating.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, sitting down opposite him.

Xander looked at me, struggling to find words.

Finally, he said. “I want to keep my Ferrari.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

Xander sighed. “And I need you to help me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “It’s you who made the bet with your friend. I don’t see how I could help you…”

Xander stared at me in silence. After a while, he cleared his throat. “I have to be on your website or my friend gets the Ferrari.”

I nodded. “I know.”

Judging from the look in his eyes, Xander was ready to punch me in the face. But he remained calm. He even tried to smile. It didn’t look very friendly, but at least he tried. “I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars.”