Thursday, October 18, 2012

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.

Erik stared out the window. “This is my chance”, he said slowly. “I don’t--- I can’t let anything get in the way.”

“Let me have a look at your balls”, I repeated, smiling reassuringly.

He sighed and gingerly opened his zipper. Carefully, he reached inside and pulled his balls out into the open, groaning.

I stared at his crotch. “Erik”, I whispered.

Erik looked at me with tears in his eyes. “I know.”

“This is bad”, I said. “You can’t go through with it!”

Erik sobbed. “This is my chance. Maybe I won’t get another one…”

“But--- I mean, look at them…” I reached over and gently touched the two huge, bruised testicles.

Erik winced. “Please---“

“I’ll be gentle”, I said and smiled at him.

His balls were in a horrible shape. They were blazing red, with bruises all over them. They felt mushy and squishy and Erik winced and squirmed on his seat every time I applied the slightest bit of pressure. “You have to go to the hospital”, I said, grimacing in sympathy.

“No!” Erik whined. “No way!”

“They look like they have been run over with a truck”, I said. “If you don’t go to the hospital you might lose them!”

Erik sobbed.

I let go of his balls and looked at him. “Please, Erik, you---“

“No way!” he insisted. “This is everything I ever dreamt about! I’m gonna be a star!”

I sighed. “But---“

“Let’s go to the studio, come on”, Erik interrupted me and stuffed his testicles back into his pants.

I shook my head and started the engine. We drove in silence until we arrived at the studio.

We were greeted by Katya, the producer of the show, a beautiful Russian with a great body and no tolerance for nonsense. She looked at Erik and motioned for him to follow her to her office.

“Come with me, please”, Erik whispered and I followed him into Katya’s office.

She closed the door behind her and sat down behind her desk. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and a red blouse that showed off her cleavage. She ran her hand over her stocking-clad legs, up from her pointed black stilettos to the hem of her skirt. Her fingernails were long and red.

“Erik”, she said with a thick Russian accent. “How are you?”

“Great”, he said quickly. “Why?”

Katya looked him in the eyes. “Yesterday was a bit of a rough day, huh?”

Erik bit his lower lip. “Well, it was the dress rehearsal. Those days are always hard…”

Katya nodded. “Show me your balls.”

Erik gulped. “They are fine”, he said not very convincingly.

“Then show them to me”, she said sharply.

Erik squirmed on his seat.

“Erik!” she barked. “Get your pants down!”

Erik whimpered and lowered his pants and his skimpy red briefs.  Yesterday, he had worn baby-blue briefs and his balls had contrasted nicely. Today, there was no contrast. His balls were the same color.

Katya scoffed and pushed a button on her intercom. “Make-up! Now!” She got up and started to pace the room. We watched her in silence. “You want to go on TV like that?” she shouted suddenly.

Erik winced.

“Look at them!” She lunged at Erik and grabbed his junk, her fingernails digging into the tender flesh of his poor, mangled testicles.

Erik screamed.

Katya let out a bitter laugh and slapped Erik’s nuts with the palm of her hand. “Do you really think I’m gonna let you go on TV with nuts like that?”

Erik gagged and I thought he was about to faint. “I’m fine”, he croaked. “Trust me.”

“Don’t lie to me!” Katya said menacingly. “I know a pair of rotten eggs when I look at them!”

Erik whimpered and clutched his nuts, rocking back and forth. “I’m fine!” he sobbed.

The door opened and the make-up girl walked into the room.

Katya waved at Erik. “Do you think you can make those look good for TV?”

Erik looked at her and let go of his nuts to let her catch a glimpse.

The girl shrugged. “It’s gonna be a lot of work.”

Erik looked at her. “But you can do it, right?”

The girl smirked. “I’m a professional.”

“See?” Erik turned to Katya.

Katya waved for the girl to leave and she closed the door behind her.

The Russian paced the room and we watched her.

“Okay”, she said. “You can do it?”

“Of course I can”, Erik said quickly.

“Samuel and Megan are not going to hold back!”

“I know”, Erik said. “I know. I can do it.”

Katya looked doubtful.

“I can do it”, Erik insisted.

Katya nodded slowly. “Spread your legs.”

Erik groaned. “But---“

“Spread your legs and let me kick them”, she said sharply.

Erik gulped. He stood opposite her and bit his lower lip. His obscenely swollen nuts were bulging in front of him.

Katya sighed and brought her leg back.

Erik looked down at her long legs to her stilettos and gulped.

With one precise kick, she brought him to his knees. The pointy tip of her shoe slammed into his swollen left nut and Erik let out a high-pitched scream that made me shiver in sympathy.

Erik gagged and retched, clutching his sore gonads. Suddenly, he puked all over the carpet and collapsed on the floor in his own vomit.

I jumped up and reached for my mobile phone. “I’m gonna call an ambulance”, I said.

Katya scoffed and shook her head. “What a wimp”, she said and looked at her ruined carpet. "The cleaner's bill is coming out of his salary."

The ambulance arrived ten minutes later, and Erik was still out cold when they drove away, sirens wailing.

I searched for Katya and found her standing with a couple of young men. I recognized one of them as Julian, one of Erik’s friends, a cute guy with a crew cut and an innocent face, sporting a nose piercing.

When I approached them, I saw that Julian was smiling brightly.

“Sure”, he said eagerly. “I can do that.”

“Okay”, she said. “Now go and prepare. Marc is going to help you with your lines.”

The group dissolved and I said to Katya. “What are you doing?”

She shrugged. “Erik is out. In this business, you need balls of steel. Erik doesn’t have them.”

I stared at her. “You can’t do that to him! It’s his show!”

Katya laughed. “You think so? It’s my show. End of story.”


“He’s fired. I’m gonna send him a message to the hospital.”

I shook my head. “I’m going over there right now. Let me tell him.”

“Fine by me”, she said and walked away.

When I arrived at the hospital, Erik was lying in a hospital bed, barely conscious. When he woke up a few hours hours later, I sat by his bed. His face was pale and his eyes were sleepy.

“Hey Alex”, he said weakly.

“Hey Erik”, I smiled.

He was lying in a scarcely furniture hospital room: Four beds, four wardrobes, one TV set. The other beds were occupied by a young man in his teens, an older guy around 60, and a twenty-something who had the body of a quarterback. ESPN was running on the TV.

“What happened?” he asked.

I cleared my throat. “You were kicked in the nuts”, I said.

Erik’s chuckle turned into a cough. “I’ve been kicked in the nuts on a regular basis for the past couple of weeks…”

I heard the quarterback chuckle. “Bad relationship, huh?”

I ignored him and continued. “This time, it was very bad.”

Erik looked worried.

“I talked to the doctor”, I said. “They might have to do some surgery.”

Erik gulped. “What do you mean?” He lifted his blanket and looked at his swollen sac. “I--- Are they still there?”

I nodded. “They are. But the doctors are really worried about the left one. They’ll try save it.“ I grimaced. “They are going to operate you tomorrow. I know how---”

“What time is it?” Erik interrupted me.

I looked at my watch. “Half past ten.”

“Fuck!” he said and tried to get out of his bed. “I have to get to the studio.”

“Erik”, I said gently, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“My show is about to start!”

“Erik”, I repeated. “Listen.”

He looked at me with fear in his eyes.

“You are off the show”, I said in a calm voice.


“Katya fired you.”

“No!” he wailed.

“I’m sorry. I know how much this meant for you.”

Erik closed his eyes. Tears were running down his face. “My show”, he sobbed.

I was silent.

“That was my chance to become a star”, he whispered. “And now they cancelled it.”

I cleared my throat. “They didn’t exactly cancel the show…”

His face lit up. “They postponed it? I’m sure I’ll be alright in a few days! I---“

“They replaced you.”


Before I could say anything, the quarterback raised his voice. “Anyone mind if I change the channel? There’s a new show I want to watch.”

“Sure”, the older man said.

“You mean that hilarious new Late Night show?” the teen spoke up. “I’ve seen the trailers. It’s about some douche getting his balls bashed.”

“Exactly”, the quarterback chuckled and pushed a button on the remote.

On the TV screen, the opening titles started playing. “Welcome to the very first addition of ‘Late Night Gone Wild – Two Guests And A Pair Of Nuts’. And here is your host: Julian Green.”

The audience went wild with cheers and applause as Julian walked onstage, wearing Erik’s white clothes.

“Thank you! Thank you!”, he shouted. “Thank you!” He looked into the camera and I couldn’t help but think that he looked pretty hot.

“Late Night Gone Wild. Here we are. The motto of our show is ‘Two Guests And A Pair Of Nuts’ – for those of you who skipped math: That’s one nut per guest... Well, first of all, let me introduce you to the nuts in question…” He grinned and grabbed the front of his white pants. With a quick motion, he pulled them off, revealing a pair of yellow underwear. His balls were dangling through a hole, and they looked great: hairless, big and juicy.

“Whoohooo!” The quarterback laughed. “This is sick!”

“Look at those”, Julian chuckled. “Man, have you ever seen a pair of nuts like this?” He grabbed the neck of his sac with his left hand and pulled his balls down so they were trapped at the bottom of his scrotum, looking like two big, juicy plums in a tight plastic bag.

“Beautiful, huh?” Julian grinned, looking down at his groin. He gave his nuts a quick slap with his right hand and grimaced. “Damn, those are some tender suckers!”

“Ouch”, the teen commented, laughing. “That’s gotta hurt.”

The audience went wild. Julian laughed and slapped them again, howling in pain as the audience clapped and cheered.

“Oh, man, look at this!” He slapped his own balls hard and doubled over, letting go of his battered balls and resting his hands on his knees. Another round of cheers and applause made him chuckle.

He looked up and said in a strained voice. “You like this, huh?” The audience went wild again.

The older man shook his head, grinning. “TV has changed a lot since I was a kid…”

Julian straightened and smiled. “Oh, you’ll get a lot more of this later in the show. And we have two great guests: Samuel L. Jackson will be here. We are not on a motherfucking plane and there are no motherfucking snakes – but I’ve been told that he’s been looking forward to kick my motherfucking nuts!” More cheers and applause from the audience.

“Wow! Samuel L. Jackson”, the teen grinned. “This is gonna be good…”

“And the gorgeous Megan Fox!” Julian continued. “We’ll talk about her great new movie Transformers 6 – and maybe she’ll want to transform my balls, too…”

The quarterback chuckled. “Megan Fox is a ballbuster. I’m sure she’ll put him in hospital…”

I looked at Erik who had a blank expression on his face.

“That should have been me”, he said. “That should have been me.”

I smiled gently. “You’ll get another chance”, I said.

“You think so?”

“I’m sure!”

Erik sighed and we watched the show together in silence.

It was a huge hit with the quarterback and the teen. Even the older man chuckled occasionally. Halfway through, a male nurse came into the room and stayed until the show ended, watching with great delight as Megan Fox brought her fist down on Julian’s nuts.

The quarterback chuckled. “Wow. What a great show! It’s gonna be a hit!”

Erik sighed and looked at me.

I smiled at him. “Your time will come”, I whispered, patting his shoulder.

“Yeah”, the nurse chimed in. “Never seen anything like it…” He turned to Erik and smiled. “Hi. My name is Jordan”, he said in a cheerful voice.

Erik ignored him.

“Hi, Jordan”, I said. “My name is Alex. And this is Erik.”

Jordan nodded. He was in his mid-twenties, with blond hair and a cute smile. “Okay, let’s see”, he said, looking at some notes. “Ah, oh, you’re having testicle trouble, right?” He winked at Erik.

Erik shrugged.

“Happens to the best of us”, Jordan grinned and looked at the quarterback. “Right, Chuck?”

Chuck grinned and patted his groin, trying to cheer Erik up.

Erik smiled weakly.

“Alright”, Jordan said, holding up a shaver. He pulled the blanket away and lifted Erik’s hospital gown. “Okay. I’m gonna get you ready for your surgery tomorrow.”

Erik rolled his eyes. “Is that really necessary?”

Jordan chuckled. “Well, as far as I know your nuts are pretty much trashed…” He lifted Erik’s blanket and grimaced. “Ooohhh – that looks gruesome…” He gently touched Erik’s bruised junk, causing Erik to inhale sharply.

“Careful”, Erik whispered.

“Don’t worry, I’m a professional”, Jordan winked at him and started shaving Erik’s genitals. “Do you want me to make you a special haircut?”

Erik raised his eyebrows.

“Just kidding”, Jordan laughed, treating Erik’s junk to a quick squeeze that caused him to yelp in pain. “Ahh, see? It can’t be that bad when they still hurt…”

Erik gritted his teeth. “Great”, he hissed.

“They are going to operate on Lefty, right?” Jordan asked cheerfully.

Erik was holding his breath as Jordan manhandled his junk.

“Right?” Jordan repeated, gently squeezing Erik’s left testicle.

Erik screamed in pain.

“Yup”, Jordan nodded. “Lefty’s the one… Feels all squishy…”

All color had left Erik’s face.

“Look on the bright side”, Jordan smiled. “At least your right nut is okay, huh?” He looked over to the quarterback who was listening to some music on his iPod and shouted, “Losing a nut isn’t too bad, is it, Chuck?”

Chuck took the earplugs out and grinned sheepishly. “Well, it’s not exactly a walk in the park...”

“You lost a nut?” Erik stared at him.

Chuck shrugged. “An accident on the field. It’s worse than it sounds…”

I shook my head. “It must be--- I can’t begin to---“

Chuck laughed and lifted his blanket.

I stared at his crotch. It looked perfectly fine, a nice, big, limp cock was resting on top of two big bulges in his sac. “But---“

Chuck grabbed one of them and held it in his hand. “Silicone implant”, he explained. “XXL. Looks just like the real thing…” He covered himself up again.

I shuddered. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, I had a hard time dealing with it”, Chuck said. “But, you know, it really could have been worse. I mean, I still got the other one, right? At first I thought it’d be difficult to get a boner with half your manhood gone for good.” He grinned. “But then I was watching one of those silly soap operas on TV, and there was this chick, and--- well, let’s just say that everything is working just fine…” He chuckled.

I cleared my throat and turned to Erik again whose face was pale. He was staring at the ceiling.

Jordan had finished shaving Erik’s junk. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” He looked at his watch. “I gotta go. Well, good night.”

He walked out and closed the door behind him.

I sighed. “Erik?”

Erik had closed his eyes.

“Listen, Erik, I’ll be here tomorrow before the operation, alright?” I said.

Erik looked at me. “Thank you”, he whispered.

I smiled. “Maybe they’ll be able to save it, right?”

Erik sighed. “I don’t know”, he said. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I know”, I said. “It’s hard.”

We were silent for a couple of minutes.

I cleared my throat. “Erik?”

He looked at me.

“Have you seen that fake nut Chuck has?” I asked.

Erik shrugged.

I looked at Chuck.

“Wanna have a look?” Chuck offered, lifting his blanket and exposing his ample genitalia. “See? Boner”, he said, pointing at his hard cock. “Just from listening to BeyoncĂ©. Feels great…”

Erik let out a laugh. He looked at Chuck’s crotch. “One of them is fake?” he asked shyly.

“Yup”, Chuck nodded. He got out of his bed and stood by Erik’s side. He was stark naked, his cock pointing at the ceiling, his sac hanging low beneath it. “You can’t tell them apart, can you?”

Erik took a closer look.

“Feel them”, Chuck encouraged him. “You won’t know the real one from the fake one.”

Erik grimaced. “I don’t know…”

“Feel them”, Chuck insisted, getting closer to Erik, letting his junk dangle right in front of Erik’s face.

Tentatively, Erik touched Chuck’s sac.

“Don’t worry, get a good feel”, Chuck smiled.

Erik cleared his throat and grabbed Chuck’s left nut. He rolled it between his fingers. The he switched to the right one and did the same. “Fascinating”, he said.

“Now which one is the fake one?” Chuck grinned.

“Hmm”, Erik grabbed both of them again. “I really don’t know.”

Chuck laughed. “Come on, make a guess.”

Erik raised his eyebrows. He grabbed the right one and squeezed it between his thumb and his index finger, looking at Chuck’s face.

Chuck grinned.

Erik grinned back at him and grabbed the left testicle. He gave it one hard squeeze, making Chuck yelp in pain.

Erik laughed. “Found it! It’s the right one!”

Chuck groaned and grabbed his crotch. “Yup.” He groaned and got back into his bed.

Erik chuckled.

It was great to see him smile.

“Why did you get a fake testicle?” Erik asked.

Chuck shrugged. “I don’t know. Feels better, you know? Normal.”

Erik thought for a moment. Then he looked at me and said, “If I lose it, I won’t get a fake one.”

I nodded. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

We were silent for a couple of minutes. Then Erik looked at me, and I could see he was nervous. I grabbed his hand. “Erik”, I said. “Everything is going to be alright.”

Erik let out a deep sigh. “I hope so”, he whispered.

I didn’t reply and patted his hand.

“You know, Alex”, Erik said slowly, staring at his blanket. “I’m sorry.”

I raised my eyebrows. “For what?”

Erik bit his lower lip. “I was an ass. You know, when we first met. I was an ass.”

“Oh, come on, Erik”, I said quickly. “Forget about it. You weren’t an ass, you---“

“Yes”, Erik interrupted me. “I was an ass. Okay? And I’m sorry.”

I smiled at him. “Okay, apology accepted.”

Erik looked at me. “Thank you.”

I nodded and looked at my watch. “Listen, I’m gonna go home now. I’ll be here in the morning, okay?”

Erik nodded. “Okay.”


bbmal said...

Poor Erik... it just goes to show you, work in his line can be rough, which is why it pays not to be a COLOSSAL ASS. Well, that concept applies everywhere else I guess... lol! Great job on this one, I'm really looking forward to see what happens to Erik next!

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback, bbmal! Right now, the future looks pretty bleak for Erik... But maybe things lighten up a bit in the last chapter of this story (which will be published next Thursday :-))...