Trial and terror (Tommy meets Vince, Sammy and Tristan)

Special thanks to Tommy for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who enjoys creating mean machines!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Featured in this story: Sammy, Tristan and Vince (click for pictures)
 
Tommy ran his hand over the wooden construction, a curious expression on his face. He looked intrigued, turned on, and a little terrified as he examined the construction a little closer.
 
Tommy was 19 years old, a handsome young man of Celtic descent with shaggy brown hair and minimal body hair. He was a laid-back guy with a fun-loving attitude, and he was one of Vince’s best friends.
 
Vince, 20 years old, with brown hair and green eyes, was pretty secretive about his job. Very few people knew that the ingenious inventor and meticulous engineer was using his considerable skills to create instruments of testicular torture for a fetish film studio.
 
Tommy was one of the select few that Vince had told about his peculiar job, and he was the only one who had ever come to visit Vince’s job site.
 
“This one’s new”, Vince said casually, taking off his goggles. He was wearing a lab coat and holding a hammer in his hand. “I just finished it.” He smiled proudly and stood next to his invention. “It doesn’t even have a name, yet.”
 

Mean machines: The Stud Squasher

This one is a quickie. I'm working on a rather epic Christmas story so I didn't have too much time for this one. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless...

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Previous parts:
Sackwrecker Deluxe

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

"I'm a stud", Zach said with a grin.

"Yes, you are", I replied.

"And Kev told me you needed a stud", Zach continued. "So here I am."

"That's great, Zach", I said.

I could only imagine why Kev had sent Zach our way. We had told him about Vince's latest invention in passing, and maybe he was afraid he'd get chosen to test it out again. Or maybe Zach had gotten on Kev's bad side somehow. Or maybe he just wanted Zach to get his nuts crunched for some other, completely benign reason. I had no idea.

When Vince had told me about the Stud Squasher I had gotten the name wrong at first.

"It's the STUD Squasher, not the SPUD Squasher!" I clearly remember Vince's slightly miffed voice. "It does a lot more than just trashing testicles. It squashed the whole stud."

Mean machines: Under construction

It looks like you enjoyed Friday's story: Mean machines: Sackwrecker Deluxe currently holds a rating of 4.8 on our 5 star rating system, making it the best rated story of the month as of right now.

I am planning on turning the story into a series, introducing more nut-crunching contraptions, and I have a couple of ideas - but I'd love to have your input: Do you have an idea for a sperm-threatening contraption? How would your perfect "mean machine" look like? What would it be called? And how would it work to wreck a pair of testicles?

Let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org). I can't wait to hear your ideas! :-))

Mean machines: Sackwrecker Deluxe

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

“This is it, huh?” I mumbled, standing in front of a large contraption that looked equal parts dangerous and intriguing. It was a large cube made of acrylic glass. The cube’s edges were about three or four feet long. On the top side of the cube was a seat shell with a hole of about two inches in diameter in it. Inside the cube, several cogs and gear wheels were connected to a variety of strings, paddles, tongs, and spring-loaded tools. On the left side, there was a control panel with a large lever and several buttons and switches.

Vince nodded. He grinned proudly. “It’s perfect. Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

I nodded slowly. “I’m sure I will.”

20 year old Vince was one of the most talented people I knew. He was our technician and prop master, and I relied on him whenever I needed an effective, innovative way to hurt testicles. Vince was a shy guy, a bit of a nerd, with brown hair and green eyes. Lately he had begun trying to grow a goatee because people always thought he was younger than he actually was. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite have the desired effect. In fact, it made him look even more like a cute teenager.

“How does it work?” Kev mumbled, scratching his chest.