More than 700 votes have been counted in our poll to determine the next Special Guest Star. Wow, that's amazing! Thanks to everybody who voted!
Here are the results (more than one answer was possible):
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Final poll: Special Guest Star 6
More than 700 votes have been counted in our poll to determine the next Special Guest Star. Wow, that's amazing! Thanks to everybody who voted!
Here are the results (more than one answer was possible):
Video links: Easter eggs
Happy Easter, my friends!
In Germany, we celebrate this holiday by colouring eggs and decorating them all over the garden. It's a wonderful tradition that's being kept alive by the guys in the following videos who go to great lengths to make their eggs turn black and blue.
Here are some of my favorite egg-themed videos.
These Austrian guys have found an awesome way to turn a testicles into an easter egg: Brave young Malte holds his nutsack in place while his mate fires a paintball at him. They attempt to paint a little duckie on the ball bag by using a template for coloring eggs. I love the playful banter that leads up to the nutshot (the video is in German with English subtitles), and the guys' obvious glee and giddiness about their hilarious idea...
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Brush up your German! Neues Story-Blog auf deutsch
Monday is an exciting day for me: After more than 9 years of writing and publishing ballbusting stories in English I’ve decided to team up with a friend and start a German story blog.
Jungs mit Eiern (“Boys with balls”) will launch on Monday with the very first story that I wrote in German. Some might say that it’s odd that I have never published a German story before but somehow I felt more comfortable writing in English. And then my friend Dominik came along and sent me an awesome German story that he wrote. We decided that it’s too good to not publish but we agreed that this blog wasn’t the right place to publish it.
That’s how Jungs mit Eiern was born.
It is an experiment. We have no idea if there’s an audience for ballbusting stories in the German language. Maybe the blog will bomb. Maybe we will close it down after a couple of months if nobody cares about our stories. We’ll see.
If you speak German: Head over to “Jungs mit Eiern” on Monday and have a look. There’ll be three stories this week. After that we’ll try and publish at least one new story per week. We’re very curious about your feedback, so make sure to leave a comment or send us an email (dominik@jungsmiteiern.org and/or alex@jungsmiteiern.org)
By the way: My German stories will not be translations from this blog, and I won’t translate them into English. They’ll be original stories written specifically for the new blog.
That said, there’s no doubt that there might be some overlapping themes, and you might recognize some plot ideas. After all, both blogs will be about hot guys cracking each others’ nuts for fun… :-))
As I said: I’m very excited and I sure hope those of you who speak German will enjoy the new blog!
www.jungsmiteiern.org – denn Nüsse sind zum Knacken da! ;-)
Friday, April 14, 2017
Family affairs: Sleepover (part 2)
Thanks to various readers for their ideas!
Previous parts:
Crazy cousins
Daddy's boy
Safety first
Good sport
Helping Hand
Sleepover (part 1)
Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)
Logan’s night had been rough.
Rougher than expected.
When he had finally given in to his cousins’ wishes of having a sleepover in a tent in the garden, Logan had not deluded himself.
Sharing a small tent with a two hyperactive boys was not going to be a relaxed, calm affair. Caleb was 12 year old, and his brother Jayden was 10 year old. Both of them were fireballs, bursting with energy and excitement, and he hadn’t expected them to go to sleep at eight and wake up twelve hours later. But nothing could have prepared him for what had turned out to the worst night he had ever had.
After his attempt at pranking his cousins by dressing up as a monster had horribly backfired and left him with a pair of very, very sore testicles, they had retreated to the tent where Logan had struggled to keep Caleb and Jayden away from his aching nuts.
They looked like angels with their blond hair and their blue eyes, but they had a devilish penchant for attacking Logan’s big, plump nuts whenever they got the chance.
Crazy cousins
Daddy's boy
Safety first
Good sport
Helping Hand
Sleepover (part 1)
Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)
Logan’s night had been rough.
Rougher than expected.
When he had finally given in to his cousins’ wishes of having a sleepover in a tent in the garden, Logan had not deluded himself.
Sharing a small tent with a two hyperactive boys was not going to be a relaxed, calm affair. Caleb was 12 year old, and his brother Jayden was 10 year old. Both of them were fireballs, bursting with energy and excitement, and he hadn’t expected them to go to sleep at eight and wake up twelve hours later. But nothing could have prepared him for what had turned out to the worst night he had ever had.
After his attempt at pranking his cousins by dressing up as a monster had horribly backfired and left him with a pair of very, very sore testicles, they had retreated to the tent where Logan had struggled to keep Caleb and Jayden away from his aching nuts.
They looked like angels with their blond hair and their blue eyes, but they had a devilish penchant for attacking Logan’s big, plump nuts whenever they got the chance.
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Video links: Boys just wanna have fun (26)
One of the hottest things about all those youtube clips showing guys hitting each other in the nuts is the fact that some people go out of their way to create a unique, funny setup for the inevitable nut-crunching. I don't know why but I think guys making self-deprecating jokes before getting whacked in the babymakers is one of the weirdest hottest things ever.
Here are some of my favorite videos of guys having a lot of fun while hurting their testicles.
Here are a couple of Russian guys who enjoy breaking each others' balls on camera. I have no idea what they are saying but it sounds like they are having a great time...
Monday, April 10, 2017
My life as a nutcracker - part 8: My first time in the ring (written by David Walker)
This is the eighth part of a wonderful, epic story written by our reader David Walker. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Previous parts:
Cast of characters
Part 1: I learn how to fight
Part 2: My official introduction to ball busting
Part 3: Vince? OMG!
Part 4: The games people play
Part 5: Practicing the moves, sort of
Part 7: My first time at the club
“You ready, champ?” It was Jackson. There was another match before his, but he wanted to go to the locker room and get psyched. Guys had got up to stretch, go to the bar, to the bathroom. A lot of guys were walking around, some of them even rubbing a hand against another guy’s cock. Outside the other guy’s jeans, of course. Great, I thought. They liked Vince.
And then guess whose voice I heard.
“Hey, faggot.” He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “I just lost a lot of money because of your fag friend.” I was going to tell him he shouldn’t bet on humans when he sucker punched in my stomach and I landed on the floor. He managed to kick me in the stomach before Seth pulled him off me.
“Let me go, faggot. Your fuckin’ fairy brother needs to learn a good lesson.” Several other men had grabbed Corey by then. Charlie came up to Corey and grabbed him hard by the scruff of his neck.
“I’ve had enough of you, asshole,” Charlie said, glaring at Corey and not releasing his grip. Corey’s face was red and looked like a couple veins were about to explode. “Now get outta here and don’t come back!” Corey’s neck still in his grip, Charlie charged toward the door and slammed Corey’s head into the door frame.
Previous parts:
Cast of characters
Part 1: I learn how to fight
Part 2: My official introduction to ball busting
Part 3: Vince? OMG!
Part 4: The games people play
Part 5: Practicing the moves, sort of
Part 7: My first time at the club
“You ready, champ?” It was Jackson. There was another match before his, but he wanted to go to the locker room and get psyched. Guys had got up to stretch, go to the bar, to the bathroom. A lot of guys were walking around, some of them even rubbing a hand against another guy’s cock. Outside the other guy’s jeans, of course. Great, I thought. They liked Vince.
And then guess whose voice I heard.
“Hey, faggot.” He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “I just lost a lot of money because of your fag friend.” I was going to tell him he shouldn’t bet on humans when he sucker punched in my stomach and I landed on the floor. He managed to kick me in the stomach before Seth pulled him off me.
“Let me go, faggot. Your fuckin’ fairy brother needs to learn a good lesson.” Several other men had grabbed Corey by then. Charlie came up to Corey and grabbed him hard by the scruff of his neck.
“I’ve had enough of you, asshole,” Charlie said, glaring at Corey and not releasing his grip. Corey’s face was red and looked like a couple veins were about to explode. “Now get outta here and don’t come back!” Corey’s neck still in his grip, Charlie charged toward the door and slammed Corey’s head into the door frame.
Friday, April 7, 2017
Skaters gone nuts (Brant meets Sammy and Tristan)
Special thanks to Brant for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who christened every one of his skateboards with a creamy load of cum!) 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: Sammy and Tristan (click for pictures)
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”
Tristan’s words were ringing in Brant’s head as he rolled up the driveway to the garage on his skateboard.
Brant was 19 years old, a lanky young man with black medium length hair and a cute smile on his handsome face. His body was skinny but fit even though his loose longsleeve t-shirt and his saggy jeans did a good job of hiding his washboard abs and his muscular legs.
He was hanging around at the skate park a lot. That’s where he had met Sammy and Tristan. They were the same age as him, and they soon discovered that they had the same sense of humor and the same adventurous attitude.
Last week, Brant had confided in Tristan that he wanted to improve his physical and sexual skills. It had been an odd conversation, mainly because Tristan had had a broad grin on his face the entire time. He had told Brant that he knew exactly who to ask for help.
Now, Brant was standing in front of the garage, feeling a little nervous and a little excited at the same time. Were Sammy and Tristan really going to help him?
Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Featured in this story: Sammy and Tristan (click for pictures)
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”
Tristan’s words were ringing in Brant’s head as he rolled up the driveway to the garage on his skateboard.
Brant was 19 years old, a lanky young man with black medium length hair and a cute smile on his handsome face. His body was skinny but fit even though his loose longsleeve t-shirt and his saggy jeans did a good job of hiding his washboard abs and his muscular legs.
He was hanging around at the skate park a lot. That’s where he had met Sammy and Tristan. They were the same age as him, and they soon discovered that they had the same sense of humor and the same adventurous attitude.
Last week, Brant had confided in Tristan that he wanted to improve his physical and sexual skills. It had been an odd conversation, mainly because Tristan had had a broad grin on his face the entire time. He had told Brant that he knew exactly who to ask for help.
Now, Brant was standing in front of the garage, feeling a little nervous and a little excited at the same time. Were Sammy and Tristan really going to help him?
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Video links: Assorted nuts
Our reader Toothpick has sent me a couple of awesome video links. They have no particular theme so I thought I'd just share them with you in this completely random selection of nutshots.
Very, very special thanks to Toothpick! You are fantastic!
Alright, here we go.
Accidentally getting a shovel smashed into your goolies is horrible. Having a friend smash you in the nuggets with a shovel on purpose - now that's hilarious! Does that sound fun to you? What if I tell you that the poor guy is wearing compression shorts? And what if I tell you that we get more than 80 seconds of excruciating pain reaction? My favorite part of dialogue comes right after the impact: "That one hit the leftie..." - "Good. Your left one is not as used to the pain."
Monday, April 3, 2017
Best of the busts: March 2017
You know how much I value your feedback whether it's in the form of emails, comments or a quick rating. At the bottom of each post you can rate it on a scale from awful (1 star) to excellent (5 stars).
Usually there are about 10 to 30 ratings on my story posts, and about 5 to 10 ratings on the video links posts. Last month the top rated post got more than 60 ratings - an all-time record on this blog!
Now let's have a look at last month's posts. If you haven't read every single one of them you might want to check out one of the top picks...
The three top rated stories of March 2017:
My life as a nutcracker - part 7: My first time at the club (written by David Walker)
This is the seventh part of a wonderful, epic story written by our reader David Walker. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Previous parts:
Part 1: I learn how to fight
Part 2: My official introduction to ball busting
Part 3: Vince? OMG!
Part 4: The games people play
Part 5: Practicing the moves, sort of
Previous parts:
Part 1: I learn how to fight
Part 2: My official introduction to ball busting
Part 3: Vince? OMG!
Part 4: The games people play
Part 5: Practicing the moves, sort of
Part 6: Wear my work boots?
When we walked into the club, I saw god. He was about the finest specimen of a man I’d ever seen. He was 6 feet and a couple inches. His skin was somewhere between really nice dark chocolate and coffee. He glistened in sweat. He rested against the top rope, naked, with a thick boner that had to be at least 10 inches long. He could smack somebody in the face with that and knock them out. The ref was giving a slow count to a mound of white flesh on the mat. The mound grew a couple of knees and shakily rose to them. The black Adonis walked over to the wobbly, barely conscious, semi-erect redneck and let fly a fury of fists. He picked up the white glob by the chin and gave him an upper cut that knocked the spit out of his mouth and his legs out from under him. The crowd was ecstatic, which I wouldn’t have expected. Nary a racist cuss word was heard.
“I’m goin’ back to the locker room,” CJ announced, “see if Ray needs help relaxin’ after the match.” He arched his eyebrows, smiled, and was off.
The mound of white flesh returned to its first position. God did not wait for the ref to finish his count. He lifted the redneck and literally threw him into a corner post. I noticed the ol’ boy was still in his briefs. With both arms draped over the ropes, he got two chops on his chest. The crowd started chanting “Raymond! Raymond!” I guessed that was the black warrior’s name. I’d seen the near-comatose white guy around town but didn’t really know him. No idea who the black guy was. The good ol’ boy had been hurled through the air and landed with a thud. Raymond walked over, slammed his body down on the white guy and got the pin. He got up, cock bobbing like crazy, walked over and picked up some cloth off the mat and walked back to the locker room.
“CJ’s gonna have his work cut out for him,” Jackson said.
When we walked into the club, I saw god. He was about the finest specimen of a man I’d ever seen. He was 6 feet and a couple inches. His skin was somewhere between really nice dark chocolate and coffee. He glistened in sweat. He rested against the top rope, naked, with a thick boner that had to be at least 10 inches long. He could smack somebody in the face with that and knock them out. The ref was giving a slow count to a mound of white flesh on the mat. The mound grew a couple of knees and shakily rose to them. The black Adonis walked over to the wobbly, barely conscious, semi-erect redneck and let fly a fury of fists. He picked up the white glob by the chin and gave him an upper cut that knocked the spit out of his mouth and his legs out from under him. The crowd was ecstatic, which I wouldn’t have expected. Nary a racist cuss word was heard.
“I’m goin’ back to the locker room,” CJ announced, “see if Ray needs help relaxin’ after the match.” He arched his eyebrows, smiled, and was off.
The mound of white flesh returned to its first position. God did not wait for the ref to finish his count. He lifted the redneck and literally threw him into a corner post. I noticed the ol’ boy was still in his briefs. With both arms draped over the ropes, he got two chops on his chest. The crowd started chanting “Raymond! Raymond!” I guessed that was the black warrior’s name. I’d seen the near-comatose white guy around town but didn’t really know him. No idea who the black guy was. The good ol’ boy had been hurled through the air and landed with a thud. Raymond walked over, slammed his body down on the white guy and got the pin. He got up, cock bobbing like crazy, walked over and picked up some cloth off the mat and walked back to the locker room.
“CJ’s gonna have his work cut out for him,” Jackson said.
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