Broken rules, broken balls (Sid meets Ben and Logan)

Special thanks to our reader Sid for the plot idea! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who has fantasized about busting his best friend’s balls for years!) 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: Logan and Ben (click for pictures)

“Those are two nice, big man-eggs you got hanging between your legs”, Ben said with a hint of jealousy.

“Thanks”, Sid replied with a grin and looked down at his testicles. They were big and meaty, hanging low in their sack and stretching the skin with their weight.

“Grade AA”, Logan chuckled. “They are definitely bigger than yours, Ben.”

Ben frowned at Logan. “And bigger than yours, too.”

The three guys were stark naked.

Logan was 18 years older, a handsome high school wrestler with a trained body and short blond hair. Ben was two years older, a bit taller and more muscular than Logan, with black hair and an attractive face.

Sid’s body was lean and fit, but on the skinny side, which made his oversized set of testicles look even more impressive. The hot 20 year old Indian had a cheeky grin on his face as he weighed his testicles in his hands.

“Biggest balls in the room, I guess”, Sid mused, glancing at Ben.

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter everyone! I hope you're having an awesome day hiding and finding your eggs!

I haven't been able to write a new Easter-themed story this year - but if your looking for a festive, fun, action-packed story to celebrate the day you might want to re-read my 2008 Easter story: Easter egg hunt.

Have a great day!

From stud to dud: PING! SPLATCH! BANG! PFWOCK! THWACK! SPLAT! SNAP!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Meet the characters (incl. pictures)

CRUNCH!

zzzZZZzzz!

BUZZZ!

WOOF!

KA-BOOM!

CLINK!

PLOP!

SIZZLE!

SPLOTCH!

THUD!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

Rocco opened his eyes. The 31 year old stud yawned, stretching his big, muscular frame. He felt tired. Dull. Like he had slept for days... And yet...

He yawned again, squinting at his grimy bedroom ceiling. His bedroom? He didn’t remember getting into his bed. How did he get here?

Scratching his hairy chest with one hand, Rocco furrowed his brow in thought. What had happened? He remembered being on a road trip. Had that just been a weird dream? His brain was all foggy. He couldn’t remember. Maybe this was all a dream, and the real Rocco was still out on that road trip.

Rocco yawned once more. This was pretty confusing.

He heard Bucky and Shawn talking in the bedroom next door. Maybe they knew?

Rocco closed his eyes. He’d have to ask them when he got out of bed.

A second later, he was snoring like a bear.

Poll results: Story length

A couple of weeks ago I asked you tell me your opinion about the length of ballbusting stories. Almost 100 people took part in the poll, and here are the results:

How long do you like your BB stories?
Short and to the point   11,5%
The longer the better   12,5%
I don't mind - as long as they're good   76%

I guess that's a pretty clear picture: An overwhelming majority doesn't mind whether the story is short or long or somewhere in the middle - and the rest is equally split.

I guess that means that I'll carry on like before: Some short stories, some long stories - whatever the plot requires...

Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll. I really appreciate your feedback!

P.S.: Tomorrow I'm going to publish one of the longest stories (probably the longest story) I've ever written, an epic adventure featuring dicks and balls and pain and fun and absurdity: The next chapter of the From stud to dud series, titled PING! SPLATCH! BANG! PFWOCK! THWACK! SPLAT! SNAP! I hope you'll like it!

UCW Wrestling goes nuts!

I have been a fan of UCW Wrestling for a couple of years. Their roster features a lot of hot, young wrestlers, and it seems like they all like to employ dirty tactics and cheap shots to defeat their opponents. Take for example Match 269 where Johnny Deep and Axel fight in an Easter Special and repeatedly go for each others' eggs. There have been steamy oil matches (like Match 277 or Match 364 or Match 379), strip matches (like Match 322) and jock strap matches (like Match 397). I've bought a number of clips from their site, and most of them feature a couple of nice, dirty nutshots.

But their latest video takes the cake: Match 400 (Ballbuster) features Eli Black and Axel, two hot UCW regulars who have made appearances on other websites as well. Eli has brought young Vincent Stone to help him fight Axel and reclaim the UCW championship belt (or something like that - I have to admit that I was a little distracted during the introduction by Eli's hot, ripped body...).

This match is all about crunching nuts and busting balls. It's more than 30 minutes long, and it starts with a mean nutpunch and ends with a couple of nasty smacks in the balls. In between, Eli and Axel kick, stomp, squeeze, headbutt, punch, slap, knee and bite (!) each others' nuts, and even young Vincent gets in on the action and deals out a couple of nutshots - only to get his just deserts by Axel and Eli. There are so many highlights that it's almost impossible to single out a specific scene. From the prolonged mutual ballsqueeze to the incredibly brutal frontal wedgie on Axel, from the numerous kicks and punches to the playful slaps and smacks, from the fun dialogue and the hot banter between the two fighters to the nut-bashing action - I loved every single minute of this match.

If you enjoy hot guys in speedos bashing each others' balls and having a lot of fun while doing it, this is a clip you don't want to miss! Buy it at www.ucw-wrestling.com for only $14.99.

If you're not convinced yet here are a couple of scenes from the match:

One on one: Kev vs. Logan

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

The wrestling singlet clung to Logan’s body like a second skin. The 18 year old high school wrestler had chosen a white singlet that did very little to conceal his muscular body. The handsome blond’s ripped abs and his muscular chest with his erect nipples were clearly outlined in the thin fabric, and it looked like the singlet was painted onto his body. A little further south, a delicate treasure trail led to his trimmed pubic hair. His impressive semi-hard dick was bent to the side and pressed against his body, and his large, plump balls were bulging below.

“Show-off”, Kev said with a grin and winked at Logan. He was two years older than Logan and just as muscular. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of tight red speedos that contrasted nicely with his tanned skin.

“When you got it, flaunt it, right?” Logan smiled and tugged at his singlet, causing his balls to jiggle jauntily.

Kev chuckled and grabbed the big bulge in his speedos, squeezing meaty dick and hefty balls. “My motto, too.”

The two guys laughed.

“Too bad those big, juicy balls are gonna get ruined today.” Kev’s attempt at an apologetic smile didn’t look very convincing. “I hope you didn’t make any plans for tonight…”

From stud to dud: THUD!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Meet the characters (incl. pictures)

CRUNCH!

zzzZZZzzz!

BUZZZ!

WOOF!

KA-BOOM!

CLINK!

PLOP!

SIZZLE!

SPLOTCH!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

The monotonous motor sound of the blue 1972 Volkswagen Transporter almost drowned out the music that was blaring from the ancient speakers at the front.

Rocco, Bucky and Shawn had grown used to the sound. The three buddies had been on the road for more than eight weeks, and they had listened to the music on the three mixed tapes that Bucky had found in the VW’s glove box for what seemed like centuries.

“…be sure to wear some flowers in your hair...” Shawn bawled out with the confidence of a seasoned stage performer, and the voice of a deaf cat. The 31 year old redhead was naked except for his biker boots and a pair of tighty whities that were in desperate need of a wash.

Next to him, on the driver’s seat, his friend Bucky sang along with him, matching Shawn both in confidence and in tone-deafness. The handsome 30 years old was wearing grayish long johns that had a couple of burn holes in them. His brown hair was messy and ruffled, and it looked like it hadn’t seen water or soap for ages. He took a deep his from his joint and continued singing, sounding like strangled dog. “…if you come to San Francisco…”

“…you’re gonna meet some gentle people there…” came a deep, off-key voice from Shawn’s right, sounding like a cheerful buffalo. Rocco was as old as Shawn, a big, hairy bear of a man. He was stark naked, letting his huge, limp dick and the two large, low hanging balls dangle freely. He had a huge smile on his face and patted the head of Captain Crunch. The big Rottweiler was crouched between Rocco’s feet and completed the tone-deaf quartet by howling happily along with the three humans.

Ballbusting workout (Ibi meets Logan)

Special thanks to our reader Ibi for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who's always fantasized about busting their workout partner's balls in the gym!) 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)

“You’re Logan, right?”

Logan turned his head. The 18 year old blond dropped the weights he had been lifting and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm. He was wearing light blue shorts and a white tank top, both of which were soaked in sweat after Logan had almost finished his daily workout routine in the gym.

He looked at a bespectacled young man in his early twenties, with black hair and a friendly smile on his face. He wasn’t sweating, his smooth, tan skin didn’t look like he had started his workout yet. In fact, with his skinny body, the young man looked a bit out of place in the gym.

All of the other guests had left, and it was just the two of them in the large room.

“Sorry for interrupting you like this”, the young man smiled and extended his hand. “I’m Ibtisam. My friends call me Ibi.”

Logan shook his hand and smiled. “Logan.” He looked at Ibi for a moment. “I’m sorry, I’m really bad with faces – do we know each other?”

“You probably don’t remember me”, Ibi said, adjusting his glasses. “I’ve seen you wrestle a couple of times. We talked a couple of times.”

Logan looked at him, smiling apologetically.

“Nevermind”, Ibi said with a wave of his hand. “I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan and I really enjoy watching you wrestle. It was nice to meet you here again.”

From stud to dud: SPLOTCH!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Meet the characters (incl. pictures)

CRUNCH!

zzzZZZzzz!

BUZZZ!

WOOF!

KA-BOOM!

CLINK!

PLOP!

SIZZLE!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“You’d think he’d be happy”, Shawn said with a shrug.

“He didn’t seem happy to me, dude”, Bucky replied, taking a hit from his joint.

The two guys were sitting in Shawn’s Tattoo Temple, a run-down shop that was deeply in need of a thorough cleaning. Shawn scratched his head of red hair and nodded. “That’s what I’m saying.” The 31 year old tattoo artist was shirtless, sitting on the floor, leaning against the window, next to half a dozen of empty beer cans, holding a full can of beer in his hand. He was naked except for a pair of scrubby tighty whities. He reached inside his underwear and scratched his pubes before bringing his hand up to his nose and sniffing at it. “You think he’d be in a better mood after he shot his load.”

Bucky nodded. He inhaled the smoke from his joint and slowly let it out of his mouth. “Makes you wonder”, he said in a strained voice, “how a guy shoots his load without getting an erection.” He was lying on an old massage table, wearing nothing but a baggy pair of long johns that had stopped trying to pass as clean and white a long time ago.

“You’re the doctor, dickhead”, Shawn said before taking a gulp from his beer. “You tell me.”

Bucky stared at the ceiling for a while, his eyes fixed on a spider that slowly made its way down towards his forehead. “No idea”, he finally said, engulfing the spider in the smoke of his joint. “Not possible, dude.”

From stud to dud: SIZZLE!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Meet the characters (incl. pictures)

CRUNCH!

zzzZZZzzz!

BUZZZ!

WOOF!

KA-BOOM!

CLINK!

PLOP!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Quint couldn’t wait for Troy to arrive. Ever since his phone call last week, Quint was looking forward to it. The 25 year old was tall and athletic, a clean-cut, dashing young man. His blond hair and his short bristly beard accentuated his handsome face.

He worked as a ranch hand on a nearby cattle farm. Quint lived a simple life, and he liked it that way. He got up early in the morning and worked all day long. Every Friday and Saturday night he went out with Troy. Every Sunday he played baseball with Troy and a couple of other guys.

Troy was his best friend. Troy was confident and funny, and he talked a lot.

Talking wasn’t Quint’s strong suit. He didn’t trust his mouth. Sometimes things came out that made no sense, not to anybody but him. But Quint trusted his hands. His hands were strong. Quint loved to work with his hands.

He loved working on the farm, working in the stables wearing his work gloves, his boots, his worn-out jeans and his father’s denim jacket. He loved working with the animals and making them do what they were supposed to do.

But he was always looking forward to the weekend when he got to spend time with Troy. Sometimes they went hiking together, sometimes they just spend the day at the Wet'n'Wild Emporium, drinking beer and watching the strippers. Sometimes they went hunting. Quint knew his way around firearms. And Troy had a closet full of guns. He wasn’t as good a shooter as Quint was, but Quint knew better than to make him feel it. One time, on their first hunting trip, Troy got really mad when Quint shot a deer and Troy didn’t. Since then, Quint always made sure that he didn’t shoot anything unless Troy had already made a kill. Most of the time, they came back without any prey. But it was okay. And Troy was happy. And if Troy was happy, Quint was happy.