Don’t cry over spilled milk

Special thanks to Carter and Ibi who came up with the plot for this story.

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“See you tomorrow, Manuel”, Jackson said cheerfully. He put the white t-shirt and the white pants into his locker along with the white plastic apron. Whistling happily, he left the Jerk’n’Drain Milking Station and headed for his car.

The 18 year old high school student had been working as a Jerk’n’Drain professional for a couple of weeks. At first it had seemed odd, and he had made a lot of mistakes. But now he was really good at it. Today, in a single shift, he had relieved more than a dozen guys of their loads. He had been jerking dicks and busting balls like a pro. He was a power draining machine. He was one of the top harvesters in the station.  And he was on track to beat Manuel as employee of the month.

Jackson looked at his phone. One text message. That was probably Ashley. He read the message, expecting some dirty talk and maybe even a naughty picture. She had been insatiable lately, and Jackson loved it. Today, he had managed to sneak out a “Jerk’n’Drain Perfect Ten Prostate Stimulator” or – in the words of Manuel – “a big fucking dildo”. He was pretty sure that it would work on a girl, too. And he knew that Ashley would be willing to try it…

Sexy Santa and his nutcrunching elves: Great big balls of Christmas Magic

Special thanks to my friend bbmal who came up with the plot and helped me write this story. Merry Christmas, bbmal, you are wonderful! :-))

Previous chapters:
How the elves saved Christmas (2012)
Revenge of the elves (2013)

Warning: Can contain traces of egg nog.

The muscular man was almost invisible in soft evening light that surrounded the North Pole. He was tall and handsome, standing the snow buck naked. The skin that covered his muscular body was light blue. He had been standing there for more than an hour, motionless, half a mile away from the house. If someone had seen him, they would have thought he was a frozen corpse.

He wasn’t.

Through the windows of the house he saw the warm light in the parlor where the elves were singing and dancing and having fun. And in the bedroom where Santa prepared to go to sleep after a hard day’s work.

The work was done, the temps had left the North Pole. Now it was just Santa and a dozen of the senior elves.

Suddenly there was a movement in the bedroom window. Santa stepped to the window and looked outside, oblivious to the fact that he was being watched.

When he looked at the man in the window, there was nothing that reminded the watcher of the chain-smoking, ugly, old slob with a fuzzy white beard, greasy hair and a pot belly who had retiredsome time ago after his second heart-attack.

This man was a young, fit, formidable stud with brown hair and a handsome face, a friendly smile and beautiful eyes. He looked like a prince from a fairy tale. No, that didn’t cover it. He looked like a gay man’s fantasy of a prince from a fairy tale. Nico. Sexy Santa. What a stud.

Begging for a busting (Noah meets Zach)

Special thanks to our reader Noah for his ideas! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who is still looking for an original Christmas present for himself!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Zach (click for pictures)

“The bigger the better”, Noah had answered when I asked him which one of our models he wanted to see on his visit to our studio. So naturally I had asked Zach, the horse-hung stallion in our stable.

Zach had been reluctant at first. Ever since his encounter with horny boyfriends Kevin and Ryan he seemed to be lacking enthusiasm when it came to meeting fans. It had taken a little convincing but in the end he had agreed to meet Noah.

After all, Noah had come all the way from the Czech Republic just to meet Zach.

Now, he was standing in the middle of the room, looking at Zach with a huge smile on his face.

Noah was 21 years old, an athletic young man with reddish-blond hair and a handsome face with a winning smile. He was wearing casual clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, and his crotch was bulging with what looked like an enormous set of genitals.

Zach was stark naked. The muscular 20 year old stud was a bit taller than Noah, looking at him with an uncomfortable expression on his face, covering his crotch with his big hands.

Noah smiled at Zach. “Would you mind to move your hands, Zach?”

Diagnosis Softballs: Terminal stage

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And, well, you read the title - there might be some permanent damage.

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

Chad’s face was pale. The handsome 30 year old hunk was buck naked, his hands behind his back, his genitalia on full display.

It was a gruesome sight.

His nuts were black and blue, swollen and bloated, and due to some rather intense stretching they were hanging very low and heavy in their sac. His limp dick looked like a timid, fat, yet incredibly short snail that had lost its shell.

18 year old redhead Sammy was kneeling in front of him, examining his goods. “The balls are soft and squishy”, he mumbled, squeezing Chad’s nuts and making him grunt in pain. “And the tiny little dick is barely visible.” He sighed and looked up at Chad. “Looks like terminal stage to me.”

Balls & feet (Chris meets Will and Kev)

Special thanks to our reader Chris for his ideas! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who can't decide if his ballbusting fetish is bigger than his foot fetish or if it's the other way around!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“Sorry I’m late”, Will said. The handsome 22 year old blond was slightly out of breath. “My car broke down and I had to walk. I’m really sorry...” He ran his hand through his short blond hair and smiled apologetically.

“No problem”, I said with a smile. “We’ve already started without you.” I pointed to the couch.

Kev was sitting with his legs spread wide apart, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweat pants that was tenting with a big erection. The 20 year old jock had a huge grin on his face. “Take off your clothes and sit down”, he said to Will before closing his eyes and letting out a moan of pleasure.

Will looked confused for a moment. Then he stripped down to his blue boxer briefs, revealing his chiseled, muscular body. When he walked towards Kev he noticed another guy lying on his back on the ground under Kev’s feet.

“That’s Chris”, Kev grinned and nodded at the naked young man who was sucking on the toes of Kev’s right foot. Kev’s left foot was playing with the handsome black-haired guy’s hard dick.

“Hello Chris”, Will grinned.

“Hi there”, Chris replied, his speech almost unintelligible due to the toes that filled his mouth.

“Looks like you’re having fun”, Will chuckled, winking at Kev.

Diagnosis Softballs: House call

Special thanks to Chadfan for a lot of awesome plot ideas and a great email conversation!

Featured in this story: Chad (click for pictures)

No morning wood in sight.

Chad leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh. Frankly, the lack of an erection didn’t come as a surprise for the handsome 30 year old. He didn’t remember when he had last seen his big cock grow hard. He had probably just rubbed out a quick load and fallen asleep again. He had taken it for granted.

Chad sighed again. You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. It seemed like---

Chad’s eyes widened as a terrifying picture flashed through his brain. Where was his cock?!

Frantically, Chad lifted the blanket and looked at his junk. Two swollen, low-hanging balls and---

“Thank god”, Chad mumbled when he spotted the short stump that his once big, beautiful dick had turned into hiding in his pubic hair. For a minute he thought that this was it, that Little Chad had vanished for good.

Threesome (Daniel P. meets Danny and David)

Special thanks to our reader Daniel P. for the idea and a lot of hot details for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who doesn’t really like this blog that much but reads a story now and then!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

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

“I think he’s hot”, Daniel said.

He was 26 years old, a tall and muscular young man with blond hair and a handsome face. He had known Danny for a couple of years, and they were good friends.

“Eww, please”, Danny shuddered. “He’s my brother.”

The two guys were sitting on the couch in the living room of Danny’s apartment.

Daniel chuckled. “I see. He’s your brother that’s why he can’t be hot…”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

Daniel shrugged. “I just think he’s hot.”

“He’s an asshole”, Danny mumbled.

Daniel let out a laugh. “Yeah, I know. You told me about that a thousand times.” He imitated Danny’s voice, “Boo-hoo, he’s treating me like shit. Boo-hoo, he makes fun of me in front of my friends. Boo-hoo, he has kicked me in the balls.”

Danny glared at his friend and slapped his balls with the back of his hand.

Fun and games: Sex prevention

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

“Who’s ready to trash some balls?” Kev yelled.

The 20 year old jock pulled down the waistband of his grey sweat pants, exposing his big, limp dick and his low-hanging pair of plums. He grabbed his junk and wiggled it, grinning cheekily.

The rest of the guys cheered and clapped.

Ben, Kev’s handsome, black-haired buddy, followed Kev’s example and pulled his dick and balls through the leg opening of his blue boxer briefs, letting them hang out in the open. “Balls of steel!” he shouted, making the others roar with laughter as he shook his hips, making his equipment flop around wildly.

Black swimmer Cal’s speedos were bulging with his extraordinarily big dick and his fat pair of meatballs. The white fabric left nothing to the imagination and you could even see every little detail of the 22 year old’s impressive genitalia.

Next to him, 21 year old Brandon was jumping up and down wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweat pants. Apparently the handsome Asian-American was freeballing, and his cock and balls were bouncing against the soft fabric of the fabric.

The four guys had gotten together in our studio to have some fun. Apparently there had been a wild party the day before, and someone had come up with a silly bet: One week without sex.

Fun between friends 2 (Raul meets Logan)

Special thanks to our reader Raul for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who checks this blog every day, hoping to see a new story!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“I’m so sorry, I’ll pay you back, I promise”, Logan said, looking miserable. The 18 year old stud ran his hand through his short blond hair and sighed.

Raul shrugged. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find a way to work things out.” He was 3 years older than Logan, an attractive young man with muscles in all the right places.

Yesterday, the two had met by coincidence after they hadn’t seen each other in a couple of years, and Raul had helped Logan get some beer for a party. Logan had planned on paying Raul back today.

They were sitting in Raul’s apartment, and Logan slowly shook his head. “I can’t believe it’s gone”, he mumbled.

“I guess there were a lot of people at the party?” Raul said, pouring Logan a glass of coke.

Logan nodded. “It was just crazy. I mean, we had a great time. I didn’t notice it was missing until this morning.”

“There wasn’t a lot of cash in it, right?” Raul asked.

Fun between friends 1 (Raul meets Logan)

Special thanks to our reader Raul for the idea for this story! This is just the set-up. Part 2 is coming tomorrow. If you (yes, I mean you, the one who has just discovered this blog and whose initial shock has turned into curious arousal!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“Damn”, Logan mumbled, walking back and forth on the parking lot. “I know I promised”, the blond stud barked into his mobile phone. “And I’m gonna get it.” He let out an annoyed grunt as he put the phone into his pocket. “Fuck”, he shouted.

It was almost ten, and the party was already in full swing. He had promised his friends to get some beer.

Usually, that wasn’t a problem for him. He knew the clerk in the store, and she had a thing for him. He usually just let her blow him, and after he had plastered her cute little face with his cum, he walked out with enough beer to supply an army camp. But tonight she hadn’t been in, and her replacement hadn’t reacted too kindly when he offered him the same deal…

“Fuck”, Logan shouted again.

He kicked the dust, muttering obscenities, when a car pulled up next to him.

The window on the driver’s side lowered, and a handsome young man looked at Logan. He was slightly muscular than average and good-looking, with a friendly face and a winning smile.

Logan didn’t recognize him at first. Then the 18 year old’s face lit up. “Raul?!”

Diagnosis Softballs: Heavy lifting

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

Chad looked miserable. The handsome 30 year old stud was standing in the middle of the studio, bare naked, his hands behind his back. His brown hair was unkempt and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days.

“You have been punching them like I told you?” Sammy asked. The lanky 18 year old redhead was kneeling in front of his patient, examining his bruised, swollen genitalia.

“Yes”, Chad mumbled.

Sammy sighed as he rolled Chad’s enlarged balls between his fingers. The lightest touch made Chad wince and groan.

“They don’t look good”, Sammy said.

“Tell me something new!” Chad barked.

The milkman’s apprentice

Special thanks to Carter who came up with the idea for this story.

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality. And a little bit of F/M ballbusting near the end.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“This is Jackson”, the supervisor said. “He has just finished the orientation course. Take him with you for the rest of your shift.”

Manuel nodded. “Alright.”

The supervisor left and closed the door, leaving Manuel and Jackson alone in the room. Both of them were wearing white trousers and white t-shirts.

Manuel smiled and extended his hand. He was 18 years old, a handsome, muscular Latino with a deep tan and a couple of tattoos on his arm. “Hi, I’m Manuel.”

“Jackson.”

“You made it through the assessment center”, Manuel said.

Jackson nodded. He ran his hand through his dark hair and smiled.

“With flying colors, from what I heard…” Manuel glanced at Jackson’s crotch and chuckled.

The nut-knocker (Daniel H. meets the twins)

Thanks to our reader Daniel H. for providing a lot of details for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who has been following this blog since day one and never left a comment!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

This week, my cameraman Chad had been even grumpier than usual. I knew the 30 year old stud was going to a rough time, but this week had been an exceptionally bad one.

We were waiting for Chad to arrive and shoot a new clip with the twins. Our prep guy Vince had provided us with an apparatus that we were going to introduce to twin brothers Michael and Will. It bore the very promising name The Nut Knocker, and the two 22 year old blond gymnasts had already stripped naked, inspecting the machine, when the door opened.

Chad entered the studio, followed by a tall and skinny young guy, probably 17 or 18 years old, with dyed black hair cut in emo style.

“This is my nephew Daniel”, Chad mumbled, pointing to his young companion.

Daniel sported a nose piercing and snake bites, and wore glasses that made him look cute rather than nerdy. He looked at me from under his hair, a shy smile on his lips. “Hi”, he said softly. When he spotted the twins, he froze.

The two bare-naked brothers turned and looked at him.

“Welcome”, Will said cheerfully, casually scratching his trimmed pubes, making no effort to hide his impressive goods.

Train ‘im good, Coach!

I wrote this story with a my friend Champ who created this awesome portrait. Thank you so much for your awesome ideas, Champ! I can't tell you how much I enjoyed our collaboration!

 

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Bang! The door to the looker room burst open and Killian limped in, cupping his crotch and swearing like a sailor. The ginger-haired stud paced the room before punching a nearby locker. He turned around and leaned against it, reaching inside his wrestling singlet and fondling his swollen balls.

Killian’s huge, meaty dick was hard as steel, straining against the thin fabric of his singlet. This season alone, he had worn out three brand-new singlets, all because of his huge, permanently hard dick.

Killian’s mammoth shaft was the stuff of legend on and off campus. He was huge, a massive monument of manhood. And he was hard and horny all the time, day and night, 24/7. His frat brothers knew how to make the best of Killian’s astounding asset: They loved devouring his throbbing meat, choking on it as it slid past their tonsils, filling every inch of their eager mouths and straining their throats. Whenever you walked into the frat house, Killian was sitting on the couch, watching TV or playing with his iPhone, while one of his frat brothers was bobbing his head up and down in his lap. At night, when Killian was asleep in his bed, it was common for his buddies to come into his room and take a ride on his big, meaty fuck stick. Just last night, their newest frat brother Matt had sneaked into Killian’s room and mounted him, pleasuring himself until Killian’s sheets were drenched in three orgasms’ worth of Matt’s jizz.

Fun and games: Don’t lose your load!

Thanks to an anonymous reader for the plot idea.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

“I hope you don’t have any action planned for the weekend”, Kev grinned. The handsome 20 year old jock was shirtless and barefoot, wearing just a pair of tight jeans that accentuated his ass and the big package in his crotch.

Zach shifted uncomfortable. The muscular stud was as old as Kev, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was stark naked, his huge, semi-hard dick and his oversized, low-hanging nuts swinging between his thighs.

Zach’s reaction seemed to amuse Kev. “Oh no, don’t tell me you have a date!” he burst out laughing. “Oh man, by now you should know that you’ll walk out of here with a pair of empty nuts.”

Zach blinked. “Maybe we’ll win”, he said weakly.

Kev chuckled. “Maybe you will. But your balls will be sore and bruised no matter if you win or lose.”

Wrestling challenge (Rico meets Logan)

Thanks to our reader Rico for the plot idea! If you (yes, I mean you, the one reading this story in class, trying to hide his boner from the rest of the students!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“He’s a mean guy”, Ashley said. “I have a bad feeling about this…” The pretty cheerleader played with her blond hair. “You remember what happened the last time you accepted a challenge like this?”

Logan smiled at her. The handsome 18 year old high school wrestler was sitting next to her on a bench in the deserted Bartlet High gym. He reached for his girlfriend’s hand and said, “That was different.”

Ashley let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah?! How so?”

Logan shrugged. “For one, it was a bet. And I lost it.”

“Yeah, and I payed the price”, Ashley mumbled, sulking. “They milked you dry and you weren’t able to--- you, know--- make love for more than a week!”

Logan chuckled. “Well, I seem to remember that you quite enjoyed the things I did with my mouth…”

Ashley blushed. “That’s not the point.”

“The point is”, Logan said, “I promised that I’d never bet my balls again.”

Diagnosis Softballs: Shock treatment

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

It had been two weeks since my 30 year old cameraman Chad had revealed a serious and embarrassing problem to us: For a couple of months, he hadn’t been able to get hard or blow his load. Every man would be worried in a situation like this, and Chad was no different. The fact that the handsome hunk prided himself of being a lady’s man didn’t make it easier for him to admit that his meat and two veg were an utter failure right now.

Of course, our models had jumped at the chance to get Chad some treatment, and they had come up with a couple of rather inventive methods to bring Little Chad back to full health.

“Did you do what we told you?” Sammy, the lanky 18 year old redhead asked.

The price of milk

Currently, “Milking” is one of the most popular additional themes for ballbusting stories in the current poll. Yesterday, I was trying to remember if I’ve ever written a bona fide milking story - and then suddenly this idea popped into my head. I hope you like it…

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Kev (click for pictures)

“Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Stone. Manuel will be with you in a moment“, the assistant said and closed the door.

Kev nodded and unbuttoned his jeans. The 20 year old jock was standing in a large, white room that contained five cubicles that were separated with beige curtains. At the center of each cubicle was a massage table that was elevated so that someone could sit below it. A three-legged stool and a small shelf that was packed with all kinds of utensils stood under each of the tables.

Four of the five cubicles were occupied.

Kev took off his shoes and placed them on the ground in the free cubicle. Then he took off his jeans, folded them and put them on top of his shoes. The muscular brown haired stud did the same with his boxer briefs and climbed on top of the massage table.

There was a strategically placed hole in the middle.

Kev lay down on his stomach, letting his equipment dangle through the hole.

From the other cubicles, Kev heard people moaning, accompanied by slapping and smacking sounds and occasional yelps and screams.

A few seconds later, the door opened and a handsome young man entered the room.

“Hey, Mr. Stone”, the young man said cheerfully.

Big, blond and ballbusted (Cody meets Zach and David)

Special thanks to our reader Cody who provided us with a lot of hot details for this story. If you (yes, I mean you, the one staring at the his mobile phone with a huge boner in his pants!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning:  Can contain traces of cum.

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

“There’s certainly a family resemblance”, I chuckled.

Zach had introduced me to his cousin Cody, an 18 year old stud, tall and muscular, with blond hair and a slightly dim-witted expression on his face. In other words he looked like a younger version of Zach.

I glanced at the huge bulge in Cody’s tight jeans and raised my eyebrows. “Yup, definitely a family resemblance.”

Both Zach and Cody grinned.

“Yeah, we’re big boys”, Zach grinned and adjusted his crotch. “Raised on a farm, hung like a horse, right, Cody?”

Cody smiled at me, grabbing the big mound of meat in his groin just a second too long for it to be merely an adjustment. My gaydar went into overdrive and I wondered if this innocent, dumb farmboy might be interested in a little roll in the hay…

“Yeah, Cousin Zach, hung like a horse”, Cody said, looking me deep in the eyes.

One on one: The twins vs. Parker - Roshambo

Special thanks to the anonymous readers who came up with the idea for this story.

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

It had started with some playful banter between friends at a party a couple of weeks ago, now the three handsome guys were standing in the studio, eager to bash each others’ balls.

 

Will had stripped down to his light blue boxer briefs that hugged his impressive package nicely. The 22 year old blond gymnast was tall and tanned, with muscles in all the right places. He grabbed the bulge in his briefs, looked down at his groin and mused, “Now it’s time to prove yourselves, my tough little soldiers…”

 

His twin brother Michael rolled his eyes. “This is a stupid idea”, he mumbled, running his hand through his blond hair. He looked exactly like Will, with muscular legs and arms, well defined abs and a nice, big set of genitals that were held snugly by his red boxer briefs.

 

“Oh, come on”, Parker chimed in. “It will be fun!” At 21, he was one year younger than the twins. He was naked except for a tiny, well packed pair of bright green briefs with yellow stripes that had a slight retro feel to them. His hair was dyed red and stood on ends, making him look like he had just gotten out of bed. He scratched the pubic hair that was visible above the waistline of his briefs and grinned at Michael. “You won’t chicken out, right?”

 

Michael sighed and shrugged. “Of course I won’t.” He lifted the waistband of his underwear and peeked at his nuts. “It’s just that I had some plans tonight”, he mumbled.

 

Will chuckled and patted his brother’s shoulder. “Well, if your fun factory is out of commission tonight, I’m sure your boyfriend doesn’t mind if you let him do the pitching for a change…”