The Ballbusting Olympics: Ball Breaker (revisited)

Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!

Featured in this story: Colin, Chad, Danny, Phil, Tristan and the twins (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)
Opening Ceremony
Nutball
Danny's interviews 1
Roshambo
Danny's interviews 2
Deal with Phil

The third day of competition in the Ballbusting Olympics was off to a good start: The benches were packed with people, and they were having a good time – to put it mildly.

I was sitting in the central control with my cameraman Chad (who served as assistant director, today) and actor-turned-commentator Danny.

With two minutes left before the start of the show, Danny, Chad and I were watching the audience with amusement.

“It seems like some testicles have already broken to peaces”, Danny grinned, shaking his head.

“And the show hasn’t even started, yet.”

He was right.

Roughly a dozen young men was doubled over in pain and comforting their hurting crotches, having been brutally assaulted by some happy-go-lucky ballbusting assassins. The five attractive, young guys, who were wreaking havoc on our audience members’ balls, wore t-shirts with the logo of the same fraternity on them that Olympics athletes Reese, AJ and Zach were in.

They were playing a game of bag tag, with the notable exception that they weren’t going for each others’ nuts but for the poor testicles of the innocent spectators. Every hit was accompanied by cheers and applause by those whose nuts were still intact. Those who were less lucky were moaning softly and cupping their injured manhood.

“This is the perfect warm-up”, I said slowly. “Perhaps we should invite them to the next two shows, too.”

Chad looked at the five guys and grimaced. “I don’t know. And I suppose I’m the one to go out there and tell them that they have to stop it now, because the show is about to start?”

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