Monday, October 29, 2012
New link: By the balls
There's a great new blog with some incredibly hot pictures. Check out Ricky's By the balls - the first part of his Ballbusting Boarding School series is fantastic and I can't wait to see more of his work... :-))
Thursday, October 25, 2012
A star is born
Featured in this story: Erik (click for pictures)
When I opened the door to the hospital room, I was expecting to see Erik lying in his hospital bed, staring into nowhere, a sad expression on his face, contemplating his fate. A week ago, the doctors had to operate on Erik’s left testicle after it had been damaged during the preparation for his new TV show. Unfortunately, they had to remove it.
Because of his stay in the hospital, Erik’s show had been taken away from him. So, in addition to losing 50% of his manhood, the 20 year old boy had lost 100% of his dreams. Naturally, Erik hadn’t been too happy about this turn of events, and my attempts at lifting his mood and getting him to look on the bright side (“It’s not all that bad, at least you have a nut left!” – “Working is show biz is overrated…” – “Okay, the ratings for the show were phenomenal, but that success is not gonna last forever! In four or five years, the hype will be over…”) had been in vain.
I had visited Erik every day since the operation. I knew how much it hurt him that Julian who had taken over his show as the new host didn’t even send a card. In fact, none of his new friends visited him. Apparently they were too occupied with celebrating their hit show. So Erik and I had spent most of the time playing cards and talking. We had discussed his decision not to get a fake testicle. And we had talked about what we expected from our friends. I had spent a couple of hours with him every day, trying to cheer him up and to be there for him.
So when I opened the door, I expected Erik to be his usual depressed self. Instead, I was met with roars of laughter and a stray ball that hit me dead-on in the crotch. It was tennis ball, and the thrower must have had professional training, because it knocked the wind right out of me. The door slammed shut behind me as I was thrown backward, clutching my crotch and screaming in pain.
When I opened the door to the hospital room, I was expecting to see Erik lying in his hospital bed, staring into nowhere, a sad expression on his face, contemplating his fate. A week ago, the doctors had to operate on Erik’s left testicle after it had been damaged during the preparation for his new TV show. Unfortunately, they had to remove it.
Because of his stay in the hospital, Erik’s show had been taken away from him. So, in addition to losing 50% of his manhood, the 20 year old boy had lost 100% of his dreams. Naturally, Erik hadn’t been too happy about this turn of events, and my attempts at lifting his mood and getting him to look on the bright side (“It’s not all that bad, at least you have a nut left!” – “Working is show biz is overrated…” – “Okay, the ratings for the show were phenomenal, but that success is not gonna last forever! In four or five years, the hype will be over…”) had been in vain.
I had visited Erik every day since the operation. I knew how much it hurt him that Julian who had taken over his show as the new host didn’t even send a card. In fact, none of his new friends visited him. Apparently they were too occupied with celebrating their hit show. So Erik and I had spent most of the time playing cards and talking. We had discussed his decision not to get a fake testicle. And we had talked about what we expected from our friends. I had spent a couple of hours with him every day, trying to cheer him up and to be there for him.
So when I opened the door, I expected Erik to be his usual depressed self. Instead, I was met with roars of laughter and a stray ball that hit me dead-on in the crotch. It was tennis ball, and the thrower must have had professional training, because it knocked the wind right out of me. The door slammed shut behind me as I was thrown backward, clutching my crotch and screaming in pain.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Shattered dreams
Warning: Contains f/m ballbusting.
Featured in this story: Erik (click for pictures)
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.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
New feature: Story indexes at the top of the page
I am sitting at home with a terrible cold and an ear infection, and apart from working on a couple of stories (my ambitious goal is one new story per week until the end of the year - but that may be the drugs speaking...), I started compiling indexes for my stories. I realize that the blog format isn't exactly perfect for publishing ongoing stories, so I'll gradually create indexes for all of them at the top of this page right below the header. I've started with a couple of stories, expect more of them to follow soon.
I hope this will make it easier for you to revisit the blog and all the stories... Enjoy! :-))
I hope this will make it easier for you to revisit the blog and all the stories... Enjoy! :-))
Thursday, October 11, 2012
A dream come true
Featured in this story: Erik (click for pictures)
„I can’t wait to meet
Megan Fox and Samuel L. Jackson. Today is only the dress rehearsal so there
will be stand-ins taking their places. But tomorrow they’ll be here. Isn’t that
awesome?” Erik looked at me, and I could see the excitement in his eyes.
Erik had been talking
for ten minutes straight, telling me all about his new show. He was very proud
that he had finally managed to convince the head of the TV station to give him
his own show.
“I can’t wait to see
your face when you see the stand-in for Megan Fox. She looks like she’s her
twin sister. I mean, wow!” Erik went on. “Yesterday, we went out for a date and
I fucked her until four in the morning.” Erik grinned and grabbed his crotch.
“The past few days have taken their toll on my nuts. But when I saw that girl I
knew I had to have her…”
I had no idea what Erik
had done to make his dream come true and star in his own show – but knowing
Katya, the beautiful, sex-crazed Russian who ran the station and acted as the
producer of Erik’s show – I was pretty
sure that he had used very single part of his body to get what he wanted…
“She looks just like
Megan Fox and I fucked her until four in the morning”, Erik repeated, giddy
with excitement. “I fucked her three times. Can you believe that? I can’t wait
to meet Megan Fox tomorrow. Maybe I’ll fuck her, too. That’d be awesome!”
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Family Business
Warning. Can contain traces of cum
“Okay, we’re ready”, I said, after I had
made sure that the camera was working and that it showed my two handsome
cousins in the middle of the frame.
Gerrit was 21 years old, a handsome young
man with medium-length blond hair and beautiful eyes. His brother Henk was two
years younger than him. His hair was a bit shorter but it was the same shade of
blond, and as far as beauty was concerned, he ranked right there at the top
with his brother. Both of them had muscular bodies, and they weren’t the least
bit shy about showing them off.
They were both wearing nothing but a pair
of skimpy briefs in different shades of blue that contrasted nicely with their bronzed skin. Geritt's briefs were royal blue while the color of Henk's briefs was sky blue, making his package look like oversized robin's eggs.
It had been a wonderful summer so far in Amsterdam, and my cousins looked like they had spent a considerable amount of time in the sun.
It had been a wonderful summer so far in Amsterdam, and my cousins looked like they had spent a considerable amount of time in the sun.
“Okay, what do we do?” Henk asked.
The two brothers had asked me to help them
make a casting tape. We had talked about what I did for a living, about the
time that I had spent filming naughty videos for a US website and about the TV
show that I had created in Europe. I had spent a reasonable portion of my
working life filming guys getting hit in the nuts – and apparently that was
just the expertise that these two young hotties needed.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Speaking of Olympics...
Today's start of the 2012 Olympics is a nice occasion to go back 4 years and revisit the Ballbusting Olympics 2008. I had a great time with the boys - and the Olympics mark the first appearance of one of my favourite characters: Zach. Sometimes I really miss the boys, and I'm starting to think about taking the stories "back home" to the US after I'm done with the European storyline. Who knows...
Anyway, back to business: I know that the blog format doesn't make it easy to read the stories in the right order, so I thought it might be a good idea to revisit some of my older stories and index them for your reading pleasure, starting with the Olympics. The links will open in a new window so this post could serve as a table of contents.
The Olympics 2008 storyline has been one of the most extensive things I've written, and I really enjoyed working on it. I hope you enjoy them as much when you read them (again)...
Anyway, back to business: I know that the blog format doesn't make it easy to read the stories in the right order, so I thought it might be a good idea to revisit some of my older stories and index them for your reading pleasure, starting with the Olympics. The links will open in a new window so this post could serve as a table of contents.
The Olympics 2008 storyline has been one of the most extensive things I've written, and I really enjoyed working on it. I hope you enjoy them as much when you read them (again)...
- Road to the Olympics: Middle of the night
- Road to the Olympics: Research
- Road to the Olympics: Committee meeting
- Road to the Olympics: Eggheads
- Road to the Olympics: Second committe meeting
- Road to the Olympics: Another committee meeting
- Road to the Olympics: Booking the show
- Road to the Olympics: Lucky cock (The last committee meeting)
- Opening Ceremony
- Day 1: Nutball
- Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 1
- Day 2: Roshambo
- Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 2
- Behind the scenes: Deal with Phil
- Day 3: Ball breaker
- Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 3
- Day 4: Squash
- Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 4
- Behind the scenes: Beckhamania (guest starring David Beckham)
- Day 5: Punch Ball
- Behind the scenes: Danny's interviews 5
- Day 6: Awards and Penalties
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Career advice
I woke up, slightly hung over, when I heard Gerrit and Henk laugh in the living
room. I smiled. It had been a rather long night, with plenty of alcohol and a
tad bit of those Dutch specialties that were illegal in my home country
Germany… Amsterdam definitely had certain things going for it…
Yesterday, I had arrived at my cousins’ place, after a somewhat less than enjoyable stay at my brother’s. I hadn’t seen them in ages, but we hit it off right away, and my bad mood has completely disappeared by 2 am, when we were lying in the living room, wearing only our underwear, giggling and laughing about each others’ silly jokes.
At 4 am, we had started a spirited game of nutball, and an indistinct, numb feeling in my balls reminded me that my cousins’ throwing skills were very well-developed… I tried to remember if I had landed some direct hits myself, but it was all a blur of laughter and screams. We had gone from tennis ball to wine bottle to ashtray (some huge ceramic monster, mind you), and the longer I thought about it, the more I feared that last night’s antics might have significantly lowered my sperm count. After a quick examination, I was relieved: My junk looked okay, if a bit swollen.
Both Gerrit and Henk were great guys, handsome and smart, funny and just a little bit wild and unpredictable. Judging from the stories they had told me yesterday, I knew that they were very popular with the ladies. I had trouble remembering everything they had told me – but somewhere in the back of my head, there was an episode that involved a young Swedish exchange student, both my cousins, and a double-headed dildo…
Yesterday, I had arrived at my cousins’ place, after a somewhat less than enjoyable stay at my brother’s. I hadn’t seen them in ages, but we hit it off right away, and my bad mood has completely disappeared by 2 am, when we were lying in the living room, wearing only our underwear, giggling and laughing about each others’ silly jokes.
At 4 am, we had started a spirited game of nutball, and an indistinct, numb feeling in my balls reminded me that my cousins’ throwing skills were very well-developed… I tried to remember if I had landed some direct hits myself, but it was all a blur of laughter and screams. We had gone from tennis ball to wine bottle to ashtray (some huge ceramic monster, mind you), and the longer I thought about it, the more I feared that last night’s antics might have significantly lowered my sperm count. After a quick examination, I was relieved: My junk looked okay, if a bit swollen.
Both Gerrit and Henk were great guys, handsome and smart, funny and just a little bit wild and unpredictable. Judging from the stories they had told me yesterday, I knew that they were very popular with the ladies. I had trouble remembering everything they had told me – but somewhere in the back of my head, there was an episode that involved a young Swedish exchange student, both my cousins, and a double-headed dildo…
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Meet the cousins
I was on the night train to Amsterdam Centraal, reading Val McDermid's newest thriller that I had bought at the main station in Hamburg. Usually, reading a well-written novel was a great way for me to relax - but my thought were wandering.
Yesterday morning, everything had been okay between my brother and me. Then, we had met an old buddy of mine at a café in Hamburg. I rubbed my crotch and grimaced. I was pretty sure Lukas was proud of himself. He had done some damage - to my testicles and to the relationship between my brother Peter and me.
The pain in my nuts wasn't what I was worried about. I had taken my fair share of nutshots - and, frankly, I should have guessed that Lukas would be up to his old tricks... He had squeezed and punched my balls in the café - and then he had left to get his cock sucked by the waitress. When he hadn't returned after 15 minutes, I left the café. The blowjob had probably led to some fucking. Lukas hadn't changed one bit.
The damage that Lukas had done to the relationship between Peter and me was a different matter, though. Lukas had told Peter about the game show I had created, and he had provided quite a lot of detail. It was news to Peter - and I was pretty sure that my prude, up-tight brother had some awful pictures in his head right now...
Yesterday morning, everything had been okay between my brother and me. Then, we had met an old buddy of mine at a café in Hamburg. I rubbed my crotch and grimaced. I was pretty sure Lukas was proud of himself. He had done some damage - to my testicles and to the relationship between my brother Peter and me.
The pain in my nuts wasn't what I was worried about. I had taken my fair share of nutshots - and, frankly, I should have guessed that Lukas would be up to his old tricks... He had squeezed and punched my balls in the café - and then he had left to get his cock sucked by the waitress. When he hadn't returned after 15 minutes, I left the café. The blowjob had probably led to some fucking. Lukas hadn't changed one bit.
The damage that Lukas had done to the relationship between Peter and me was a different matter, though. Lukas had told Peter about the game show I had created, and he had provided quite a lot of detail. It was news to Peter - and I was pretty sure that my prude, up-tight brother had some awful pictures in his head right now...
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Revelation
When I woke up the next day, I could still feel the pain in my nuts. I was at my older brother's apartment in Hamburg, taking a break from work. Peter was a few years older than me, and while it was nice to see him again after all those years, it felt a bit awkward. And that awkwardness had slightly increased yesterday, when a couple of stupid accidents led to a lot of nut pain on my side - and quite a bit of embarrassement on Peter's...
I got up and walked into the bathroom. Peter was brushing his teeth.
"Morning", I said.
Peter nodded, toothpaste running out the corner of his mouth.
I pointed to the big orange hairdryer that had slammed into my balls last night. It was sitting on one of the upper shelves. "Nice. You placed do-it-yourself castration tool out of reach, huh?"
Peter blushed and looked at me, a devastated look on his face. Then he gargled with some mouth wash.
I tried to lighten up his mood. "What do you have in store for my nuts today, huh? Why don't we get done with it right away and I let you kick me in the junk a couple of times..."
Peter grimaced with discomfort. "I'm really sorry about... you know... hitting you in the unmentionables..."
I got up and walked into the bathroom. Peter was brushing his teeth.
"Morning", I said.
Peter nodded, toothpaste running out the corner of his mouth.
I pointed to the big orange hairdryer that had slammed into my balls last night. It was sitting on one of the upper shelves. "Nice. You placed do-it-yourself castration tool out of reach, huh?"
Peter blushed and looked at me, a devastated look on his face. Then he gargled with some mouth wash.
I tried to lighten up his mood. "What do you have in store for my nuts today, huh? Why don't we get done with it right away and I let you kick me in the junk a couple of times..."
Peter grimaced with discomfort. "I'm really sorry about... you know... hitting you in the unmentionables..."
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