Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Question of the Day: Are you a Buster, a Bustee or Versatile?

So in the Ballbusting world there are those who bust other people's balls, those who offer their own balls up for busting, those that would love to do either, and finally those who would simply like to watch and not participate.
Which are you?
Tell me in the comments below which role you'd ideally take, both in real life ballbusting as well as in the virtual world of Ballbusting Stories. I'd really like to know!

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Knave wrote a story!

Yes, it's all true. Our dear, wonderful and in all ways lovely original artist Knave has written a tease and denial story while he was waiting for death to come and claim him. Somehow he wriggled out of death's clutches to produce a masterpiece, so go and read it!

I give it my own personal stamp of approval. *takes out big shiny brass stamp, dips it in wax and stamps the poor guy's balls with it, WHAP. There, it's now approved.

The Chamber, by Knave



Tuesday, December 16, 2014


This blog is about both female/male and male/male ballbusting and testicle torture. I have 66 original stories plus a handful written by other people. Most of the stories you will find if you go to the Blog Archive listing on the right and go to the 2013 menu, and then go to June and July. That's where I did all the reposting when my other site closed. Go through the full list to see other months/year's stories.

Looking at the body of my work, most stories are f/m of one variety or another, and that's because although I identify as gay, I actually prefer to write and read f/m stories. Currently I try to alternate between f/m and m/m stories (more or less).

Most stories don't have pictures associated with them, and that's because I rarely have a real life person in mind when I create characters, plus I like people to plug in their own mental image of what a guy or girl character looks like.

I also encourage everyone to comment on stories and start conversations. I almost always respond to comments.

Hope that's helpful.



Saturday, December 13, 2014

Denial (F/M) - NEW

So I always like to try something new, and I decided to do a tease/denial story for the first time. I haven't read many of them myself, so I had to sort of guess at what makes a good denial story. I hope I succeeded. I also had to stretch my imagination to get into a proper hetero space and do justice to the female character, but I'm pleased with the result. At any rate, Enjoy! And, yes, the anagram is intentional.
and ps MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR (soon)!!!!
Daniel stopped the car across the street from the house. He looked down at his own crotch. He could see the outline of his cock, already swollen with excitement for what was about to happen. He rubbed it with one hand and looked over at the house. A non-descript suburban house, well-kept but unremarkable and plain. Daniel licked his lips. He looked down at his own crotch again. He could see the outline of his two fat balls. He flicked them with his fingers a couple of time. Oooo. The slight pain was so good.
He got out of the car and walked to the house. As usual the keys were under the mat. He opened the door and walked in. It was dark, and cold, but fortunately he knew this house like the back of his hand. Unerringly he headed to the cellar. Down the stairs and onto a thick olive green shag carpet. He flicked on the lights. It was a sound proof, insulated room that was also a dungeon. There were chains and harnesses and a pile of toys and instruments of torture. First he turned on the space heater so his balls would stay loose and pliable, then he undressed. Daniel worked out constantly, and shaved his whole body. Most of his clients demanded it, but Dan actually preferred having a smooth body. His muscles rippled and heaved as he got stark naked except for his white socks, which he kept on to keep him warm. He stroked his cock and squeezed his balls a few times before dropping them before putting on first the leather harness, so he could be strung up and then the cock-and-ball harness which made his erection even bigger. The harness bound his balls separate from each other and made them nice and tight. Then he inserted his ball gag so he would be unable to make any articulated noise and put on the black hood and strapped himself in to the chains and set himself to wait for the client to arrive home. It wasn’t long.
He never did learn the name of this particular client. She was known to him only as “Princess” and paid him in cash after every session. He could hear her enter the house. The floorboards creaked as she walked to her bedroom, presumably to change. After a short while he heard her come down the basement stairs. Click, click, click. She came into view. Through the eye slits of the black hood Daniel saw her. She was in a pretty pink doll outfit, a diamond tiara and pink socks with pink high heeled shoes. Click, click, click. Down she came. Daniel shivered a bit at the knowledge of how much cruelty came in such a beautiful package. She had huge boobs, a tiny tiny waist, silky blond hair cut short and beautiful blue eyes. She stopped in front of him.
“Well, your fairy Princess is once again here to give you pain and pleasure, my dear little peon. Let’s see if we can’t beat last month’s record by 20 minutes. As always the rules are if you’re aroused you get punished. If you precum you get it worse, and if you EVER ejaculate in my house I will crush one of your nuts with my bare hands. Or . . . maybe my teeth, I still haven’t decided yet. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Princess stepped back. She held a star-tipped pink wand in one hand. She used it to trace a line from his left nipple (which was hard) down his smooth abs, across his flat stomach and down to his enormous erect penis. She gently rubbed the underside of his dick with her wand. The whole process gave Daniel goosebumps and he shivered.
“Oooh. Looks like someone is already excited to play. Let’s see what we can do about that.” Princess gripped her wand tight, raised it, and brought it crashing down on his rigid pole. ‘OUCH’ thought Daniel. That hurt. But his penis bobbed happily. WHAM. Princess hit his prick again. Then again. And again. Small welts arose on the 9 inch monster cock. WHAM. But then Princess stopped her hitting and just gently caressed his member. She also gently fondled his balls.
“Mmmm. Your balls are always so droopy and loose when you’re here enjoying my hostpitality. They just beckon me to do things to them. But first we need to give you some pleasure.” She kneeled in front of him and began to lick his rod with her pretty pink little tongue, making it moist. Then she twirled her tongue around his pink helmet, then her tongue darted in and around the piss-slit, testing it for precum. She found nothing so she swallowed what she could of his meat and began to slowly suck on it. In and out, in and out. Princess could hear Daniel breathing heavily through his nostrils. She knew she was getting him nice and aroused, like any man would be. She stopped sucking and began to jack him off using her saliva as lubrication. With her other hand she fondled and squeezed his balls. It was then that the first pearly white drop of precum appeared on the tip of his dick. Princess was pleased but naturally showed displeasure. After all, the pain was so much more fun than the pleasure.
“Oops. Looks like someone is enjoying this a little too much.” She stood up, looked him straight in the eyes, smiled sweetly at him, and then SPLAT, her knee came up between his legs and nailed his dangling testicles. SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT. Daneil’s stomach muscles tensed and he jerked around. She continued to jerk her knee up into his fat heuvos until his sexual excitement ebbed and his penis lowered a bit.
“Well, that seemed to do the trick,” she said, stopping her vicious brutalization of his balls. “Let’s see what we can do to pass the time.” She went over to her pile of toys and picked out some ball weights. She attached these to his cock-and-ball harness and suddenly his nuts were being pulled towards the floor. It felt like his balls were being pulled out by the roots. Then she took a spiked collar and wrapped it around his dick, just below his head, with the spikes on the inside. They dug into his cock flesh, and squeezed his urethra shut. Perfect.
Then, standing in front him, Princess slowly lifted up her dress, revealing she had no underwear, and she took her wand and slowly inserted it into her snatch. In, and out, in and out. The moist pink lips of her labia quivered as she diddled herself and made him watch. Daniel groaned into his ball-gag. His nuts were on fire and his dick ached like hell, but as always he couldn’t take his eyes off the monumental mound that she always teased him with. Oh, if only he could enter it. Just once. Just once.
Princess licked her lips and made a slight moaning sound of her own. The wand really didn’t do much, but she liked to tease and torture her horny peasant. Her willing slave. She stopped with the wand and instead inserted three fingers into her moistening vagina and then pulled them out and licked her own fingers. She knew he wanted to be the one to do that. Then it was back to the wand. Princess noticed his dick head was going from flesh pink to bright purple. She stopped her teasing and attached more weights on his nuts and tightened the cock-collar even more. His dick head swelled as even more blood became trapped in it.
From out of her pile of toys she produced an enormous pink dildo shaped like Jeff Stryker’s cock and bent over in front of Daniel. And, as if she was taking it from behind, she reached behind herself and inserted the dildo into her cunt, doggy style. She slid it in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always with that sexy “slurp, slurp, slurp” sound that men equated sex with. At one point she looked up at him through her own legs and gave him a little giggle. All Daniel could do was breath heavily while his balls sagged and his dick pulsed.
Finally she stopped pleasuring herself and stood up. While he watched she licked the dildo and tasted herself. It was smooth and tangy. Then she threw the fake cock onto the floor and took off the weights on Daniel’s nuts. She quickly undid the cock collar. A spurt of precum erupted from it and splattered all over Princess’s nice clean dress. She frowned.
“You’ll pay for that one, mister.” Princess backed up, aimed her pointy toed shoe at his groin and let loose a kick that would have hobbled a quarterback. WHAM. Straight up into his testicles. WHAM. Another solid kick to his junk. His poor left nut was getting the brunt of the force because it was larger and the pain made Daniel want to vomit, but of course he couldn’t because of the ball-gag, so he suppressed his natural urges and just sort of flopped around in his restraints like a dying fish. WHAM. WHAM. Would she ever stop kicking him? Didn’t she know that nut-pain made him wish he was dead? Well, actually she probably did, which is why she kept kicking him in the balls. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM. Then she stopped. She caressed his chest and gently sucked on his nipples. They were hard and pert. Just like hers. Princess decided to do something about it. She retrieved some nipple clamps from her pile and attached them. She viciously squeezed the clamps once they were in place and made them scratch nipple flesh. She looked down and saw his cock jump. He liked it. Well, not for long. Being so close she simply kneed his testicles several times until his cock deflated a bit. She rubbed her own erect nipples against his naked, sweaty flesh while she did so. Her hard kneecap bounced off his eggs like they were rubber balls. Then it was time for some real fun.
“Let’s see what I have to play with, shall we, my helpless serf? Ah. How about this?” She found a candle and some matches. She lit the wick and let it burn a bit, then she began to dribble hot wax on his naked torso.
“From the burn marks it looks like I’m not your only client who likes to play with fire.” Princess smirked. She loved to watch his beautiful naked flesh flush as the dripping wax burned it. She dribbled some into his belly button, and then down onto his prick. Its long shaft flexed in pain. She laid down a line from the top of the root all the way up to the head. And then, to make sure she wasn’t splattered with any more pre-jack, she forced open the hole of his urethra and dribbled some wax into it. That should bung up his hole for a while. She could hear him scream into his gag. Hot wax in his piss slit must really hurt. How marvelous.
Now that she had reliably stopped the flow of prejizz, she began to stroke his wax covered cock and she decided to suck on his big fat balls while she did so. She was never sure if that was pleasure or pain for a man, to suck on his balls. Perhaps a little of both. Balls were such remarkable things, she just couldn’t help swirl them around in her mouth or compress them with her tongue. Their size, their shape, their heft and density. She almost wanted to swallow them whole. To completely ingest a man’s pure vitality and life essence and leave him a shattered eunuch. Oh, if only she could, someday. Perhaps if she paid this one enough he might let her do it.
By now, Daniel was squirming like a stuck pig, and the combination of overwhelming pain and pleasure was starting to overload his senses. But Princess wasn’t done with him yet.
“Now that we’ve got you properly ‘plugged’ I think it’s time for some real pleasure. I know you’ve wanted to be inside me since our first session, and now you’re going to experience a little bit of heaven. And some hell.” She unzipped the back of her dress and stepped out of it, letting it drop to the floor. Then she took off her shoes. Now she was naked except for her socks. Her huge breasts hung there, like luscious melons, their pink areolas glistening with moisture. She positioned herself in front of Daniel and with one hand guided his cock into her pussy. With her other hand she began to twist and squeeze his balls. Her snatch was warm, moist and tight, even if she wasn’t obviously a virgin, and Daniel decided she must do the Kegel exercises to counteract the stretching effect of sex. Daniel assumed someone as gorgeous as her must have a LOT of sex.
She rode him, slowly, languorously all the while squeezed, pulling and twisting his nutsack. It was hideously pleasurable. Her one hand guided his prick in and out of her, but she never let up on the pain. All of a sudden she felt the nuts in her hand tighten, and she knew he might shoot his load, even perhaps bursting past his wax blockage. She immediately detached and stepped away from him. She started kicking him in the testicles with her sock shod foot. She kicked his ghoolies as hard as she possibly could to stop his ejaculation. His balls were now swollen to twice their normal size and were an angry, shiny red. They strained against their harness, looking for somewhere to retreat to. But Princess never let up on the kicking, and Daniel couldn’t stop writhing in his restraints and grunting into his ball gag. He could feel the pressure in his prostate as it ached to release his load, and his balls striving to issue their seed, but the pain from the kicking was also about to make him pass out.
Princess continued to kick the shit out of his nuts until his abused cock finally started to soften and as it did, Daniel slumped in his restraints. This was almost too much for even him. He felt his restraints loosen and Princess lowered her slave to the floor. She rolled him over and began to gently stroke his cock to get it hard again. The wax plug was still in place. Once it got his dick hard she mounted him, cowgirl style, and began to ride her young buck while she squeezed his balls behind her. She dug her fingers into them and rode her young buck until she herself came. Several times. And as she came, she could feel he wanted to do the same, but by squeezing his nuts as hard as she could she made that impossible. Talk about blue balls. In the end, and after her fifth orgasm she turned to reverse cowgirl and began to punch his nuts. It was simply too much and Daniel passed out. His body went limp, and Princess stopped the punching. Eventually.
Princess stood up, shaking from her ecstasy and looked down at him, his dick still half hard, and his balls the size of turkey eggs. Princess caressed her male’s exquisitely sculpted body and completely freed him. Then she took out a wad of hundreds she had hidden in her dress and dropped it on him. ‘I’ll let him figure out how to get the wax out of his dick once he wakes up’ she thought. Princess walked upstairs to take a shower and start dinner. He’d find his way out on his own. Until next time!

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Your ballbusting story

So something I've always wondered is, how did y'all come to know about ballbusting and ballbusting stories in the first place? It's not a very common fetish and a rather small community. How did you realize you had a fetish at all and how did you come to know that it included stories about BB and TT?

My own story, which I've told before, started way back at the dawn of the internet age whilst I was in college. A friend told me about the Niftyandrew website hosted by UC Berkeley. I randomly found the Musclemen Ballbash story, read it and was hooked. Later I found Caligula's stories and discovered that although I was gay, I was even more turned on by f/m stories.

Before that I knew I liked seeing guys get nailed in the nads but I never connected that to my sexuality, nor did I ever dream that a whole genre of stories could combine ballbusting and sex into one beautiful whole.

So what's your story? Let me know in the comments below.



Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Towel Boy (groupm/m) - NEW

So after the serious intensity of Sadistic Aunt Sabrina, I thought we could all do with something more lighthearted, whimsical and gay (sic). So here is the story of an American football team's towel boy making the greatest sacrifice of all just so his team can win. Let's face it, we've all had fantasies about locker room sex (male locker rooms or female locker rooms), and this story has tons of the male variety. All those guys on the football team who you professed to hate but secretly masturbated to? That's the fantasy that this story embodies.
Towel Boy
Jake was the towel boy for the Clutchville Rams. The Rams were comprised of the hottest, most godly senior boys from the local high school. Until Jake joined the team, they had been on a year-long losing streak, but Jake’s sexy powers of good luck turned it all around and now they were unstoppable.
It all started on Jake’s first day on the team. He was in the locker room attending to his new duties, when he heard some of the guys talking in the shower. They weren’t getting laid or getting head because the basket ball team was doing so much better than the Rams were and were snagging all the best pussy.
Now Jake was a bright, well educated, and well read lad, and he also worshiped the boys on the team and wanted them to be champions. He walked into the shower room.
“Hey guys, I’m Jake, your new towel boy.”
“Hey!”/”’Sup”/”Cool” was the reply.
“I thought I ought to tell you that there was a study done recently which proved that sexual frustration was the number one factor in athletes losing games. I think it was a Princeton University study. Anyway, they showed that guys who were getting it regularly outperformed those who weren’t, and won twice as often and had a larger win margin than guys who were sexually frustrated. It sounds to me like you guys are needing some relief, and I think I might just be able to help you out. I’m a pro at giving guys head and taking it up the rear. Now I’m not gay. I’ve got a girlfriend and everything, but my brothers always liked help getting off and I was only too happy to oblige. I don’t like to see anyone flying solo if they don’t have to.” Jake gave them all his happiest, most charming grin. At first there was dead silence. Then the guys started coming around. “Well if he’s not gay, then it’s OK right?” “I’m down for getting some action, a hole’s a hole after all.”
“And if you all have girlfriends, then there’s no guilt, right? Because guys don’t have relationships with guys. On top of that, I thought I might provide you with a touchstone. A good luck charm that never fails to work. When I used to volunteer at my sister’s softball team one of the girls accidently kicked me in the balls, and what do you know? They won that game. A couple of weeks later one of the girls threw a pitch straight at my nuts and they won that game too. I was smart enough to see the pattern, and so I got it in the balls every game after that, and their team was unbeatable. So I want to offer them to you as well. Before you guys go out onto the field to play, I want each and every one of you to rack me. I guarantee you won’t regret it.”
One of the boys snickered. “Yeah, but you will,” he commented.
Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Not at all. I have nuts of steel. I can take it in the nuts dozens of times without dropping. They’re big and they’re tough. Trust me! I can take it between the legs like a champ, and you’ll all be champs for doing it.”
“OK,” said Patrick Ewing, the captain of the team. “We’ll give it a try. Be here, ready to go on the afternoon of the next game. I think that’s next Thursday, and we’ll put your sucking skills and your two dangling lucky charms to the test.”
Jake grinned. “Wicked,” he said.
The next week found Jake, naked in the showers and servicing the various boys like a hoovering seal. He could suck like there was no tomorrow, taking in the player’s pricks all the way down to the base, never choking and his tongue twirling around bulbous cock-heads. When the first boy cummed down Jake’s throat, Jake purred. When the fifth boy unloaded his load into Jakes mouth, Jake sucked it down like it was oasis water in the Gobi desert. He was determined to give these guys the best head they’d ever had, and he did. Taking pole position was Patrick, pumping his rigid cock into Jake’s tight hole. Man, it felt good. Blood-hot, slick, clean (Jake new just how to clean his colon for sex) and snug. Jake himself was on the short side, hairless, muscular, blond and very well hung. He had an ass that would put Tom Daley’s to shame. In short, the ultimate bottom, and he serviced those eleven boys until some were slumped against the shower walls completely relaxed and replete. Patrick, after fucking Jake for about ten minutes finally nutted inside him and Patrick’s body shuddered in ecstasy. It had been months since he’d been inside another human being, and he was overwhelmed with pleasure. His broad muscular shoulders heaved as his seed spilled into Jake’s gut, and the whole orgy feel of the scene created a warm glow within each boy. It was like getting to have sex for free. No strings, no attachments, no chance of conception and no regret or guilt. It was perfect. And it was that warm glow that promised a win for them that evening. It meant a clear head, free of distractions, and an inner sense of purposeful strength instead of brittle bravado or aggression. It promised a smarter game rather than a harder game, and that was worth its weight in gold.
When the last boy had been serviced, Jake dried himself off and while the boys finished showering he prepared their gear. When they’d all finished their ablutions, he helped them dress and get into said gear then as they lined up to get up onto the field. Still naked, Jake stood still, spread his legs and clasped his hands behind his back. His two fat balls hung there in the moist heat, waiting to be brutalized by the egg scrambling kicks of the team. He was eager for it. He wanted his team to win and thus, perhaps, immortalize his own name as the most important contributor to their success. The sacrifice of his balls was of no moment, even if they accidently burst one, because their winning was everything to him. But still, he had to encourage them.
“John, you kick me first. Come on, don’t worry, I can take it. Don’t be afraid, kick me as hard as you can. They’re just little glands after all.”
“Hardly little,” said John.
Jake just grinned reassuringly at the black-haired teen. John caressed his own crotch, feeling his cup, just to make sure his own balls were safe, and then said, almost reluctantly “OK.” John ran up to the smaller blond and kicked the boy’s ghoolies for all he was worth. It was a loud CRACK as cleats met naked ball flesh. Jake let out an ‘OOF” as his balls were kicked almost into his stomach, but then he relaxed. His bulbous onions fell back down. “That was great,” he said with a small cough. “Good job, now you Trevor.” Trevor didn’t need to be told twice. He took a running kick and WHAM, right between Jake’s spread legs. A dead on hit, and everyone could see Jake’s six pack stomach ripple. The next boy took his shot and on and on.
The whole teamed kicked their towel boy’s balls until with the last teen, Aiden, brought Jake to his knees. But he never cried out, never told them to stop, and indeed only encouraged them. His already big testicles were now even bigger, swollen to a quarter larger than they had been, and were a shiny, angry red, but that was just fine. While the game started, Jake cleaned up the locker room then got dressed and joined his girlfriend, Charlotte, on the sidelines to watch. With every touchdown both of them let out a cheer and that night, the team went on to win the game by a good 20 points. It was their first win of the year and an amazing triumph. Jake was thrilled. In his gut (which was still aching) he knew his good-luck balls would do the trick.
For the next two weeks of practice Jake was shown extreme gratitude for his efforts, and the next game of the month found him in the showers again, sucking and being fucked. Even though he wasn’t, in fact, gay Jake found himself really liking the sexual interactions with his team as an adjunct to his sex with Charlotte. . He was learning to recognize their crotch smells, the taste of their cum (Ethan definitely tasted the best. Apparently he ate a lot of fruit, and his cum had a smooth, sweet finish), and naturally the size and shape of their equipment. Hunter had the biggest cock and balls and Dylan the smallest. Patrick was somewhere in between. But since Jake had virtually no gag reflex, size was of no consequence. Daniel’s dick had a slight curve which fit perfectly in Jake’s mouth and Jake enjoyed servicing him the most. Aiden dropped the biggest loads, making Jake swallow and swallow and swallow down his cum, and his jizz tasted like frothy milk.
When it came time to kick Jake, everyone noticed that Jake was sprouting a hard-on, which was not there during the sex. It seemed to be that Jake got excited anticipating getting racked. Daniel commented on it.
“Yea,” said Jake, “it makes me hard to think of all you guys having a go at my nads. When I go home and have sex with my girlfriend cumming with swollen nuts is like mixing sex with crack cocaine. The aching balls plus nutting produce a massive endorphin release. You guys should try it sometime.”
Daniel’s face was completely blank. “What’s an en-dolphin?” he asked lamely. Patrick punched him in the back of the head.
“Shut up you reject. We need to get out on the field. Line up and let’s paste our boy’s nuts.
Jake hunkered down and spread his legs. As always he took it like a man. WHAM, SPLAT, THWACK. Some of the boys chose to knee his dangling, swelling orbs, while others stuck to the traditional kick. By the end of it, Jake was once more on his knees, cupping his nuts, but his waving, rigid dick was anticipating a night of painfully wonderful sex with Charlotte. The team won again. Maybe Jake’s nuts really were magical!
For the rest of that season, Jakes nuts and mouth and anus were the heart and soul of the team. Coach new that something strange was going on, but he couldn’t argue with the results and so ignored the sex and the ballbusting and rode the wave of fame that the boys in his care were generating. With their rising success the boys started to get laid by adoring fangirls and cheerleaders and their overall mood changed from that of losers to that of winners (and then some). But come game day, they reserved their sperm for Jake’s mouth and ass. He was their charm, their totem, their touchstone, and they loved his amazing oral technique and those two vulnerable eggs that swung between his legs. The male bonding among those the teens had developed to such a degree that they all sort of fell in love with Jake. A real bro-crush. They attributed to him all their success and happiness, but Jake was humble to a fault and just stuck to his purpose – to make sure the boys were both satisfied and successful.
Finally it was the day before the big game. The final for the championship, and all the boys were in the locker room after practice. They were discussing how they could possibly win against the Donner City Pirates, the league champions. The Pirates always won, and by a lot, and they were tough, mean and brutal. Despite their lucky streak, it seemed hopeless to them. But Jake wouldn’t have any of it.
“You guys need to have faith in yourselves, and MY balls. We can do this. The Pirates win through sheer brutality, but we’re smarter, more nimble and faster than they are, by a long shot. We’ve got better plays, better moves, and we’re not only luckier, we work harder – because we have to. Now here’s my plan for tomorrow. We’re not only going to kick my balls for good luck, we’re going to CRUSH them. If kicking is good, crushing is better, and that’s what we’re going to do. Period.”
The room was dead silent. Then Dylan spoke.
“You’ve got to be joking. You’d willing give up your balls for US?”
“Of course.”
“But that’s insane.”
“No it’s not, it’s good planning. Trust me, it will work. Besides, I read up on it last night. Apparently a lot of guys cum like racehorses when their balls get crushed. Heck I’d have you guys do it to me just to see what it felt like. I’m up for anything. But don’t worry about me, I can take steroid injections and have Neuticles implanted no one will know the difference. Common guys, you want to win don’t you?”
“Hell yeah!” cried Aiden
“Good. Then let me make the ultimate sacrifice to you all. It will be the coolest thing I’ve ever done.”
Patrick went over and laid his hand on the short boy’s shoulder. “You’re doing all this for us, and I think that deserves a reward.” He gently began to undress Jake until his fellow teen was completely naked, then kneeling before him, Patrick gently took Jake’s cock in his mouth and began to suck, lovingly, whilst squeezing the boy’s permanently swollen jewels rather firmly. All the other boys whipped out their cocks and began to stroke off. Hunter and Chris went over and began to kiss and lick Jake’s body, his soft lips, and his cute little ears. Jake just let it all happen to him. As each boy on the team got close to cumming, he would walk over to Jake who would open his mouth and let them feed him their sperm. Soon Jake’s mouth and nose were completely covered with sticky semen, and he loved it all. Their seed, his cock getting sucked and all the attention was like a drug. Patrick squeezed the bollocks in his hands harder and harder and sucked more and more on the huge lollipop dick in his mouth until finally Jake cried out and Patrick took his lode, Jake’s teenage cock swelled to new lengths for one of the best ejaculations he’d ever had. When it was all over, and the boys were breathing heavily, Jake wiped his face clean with a towel and said, “I love you guys.”
“We love you too, buddy,” replied Aiden who then kissed Jake, open mouth, for one of the best kisses Jake had ever received. Aiden could taste all the other guys on Jake’s lips and he made that kiss last for several minutes while Patrick let go of Jake’s balls and gently rubbed the boy’s deflating hardon.
And so, it was on to the final day. The big game. The one that would separate the boys from the men. The team had warmed up, and had a big lunch of pasta to give them energy. They’d been drilled by their coach and listened to his pep talk. Then their coach wisely left the boys to their own devices. He didn’t know exactly what was planned but he knew he shouldn’t be around when it happened.
The boys all got undressed and gathered in the shower. As the hot water came down, Jake went around and got each one hard, his warm mouth exerting its almost magical abilities on them. Then he bent over so each one of them could have a few minutes ramming his hole. A few guys moaned loudly while doing this. Jakes hole was much tighter than any pussy, and therefore much more pleasurable and intense. Then he began soaping his fellow team mates up and washing them clean, paying special attention to their cock and balls. When that was completed they all entered the locker area and he dried each one off. Then naked Jake stood before them all.
“First, I want you to all kick me in the nuts as many times as you want. I know you all love it, and I love it too, and this will be your last chance to do it, because tonight I lose my balls forever, so make it count.”
Each boy lined up and one-at-a-time got a chance to kick, knee and even punch his swollen agates. It was intense. Some of the boys even kissed him while they rammed their knee into his naked testes. Jake loved it, he even pressed his own bloated nuts into their kicks or knees so they could feel his balls warp and distort with the force of their sex-charge ballbusting exuberance. His balls got bigger and bigger, filling his distend scrotum like two huge Turkey eggs. And he loved every blow. His own big dick was waving in the air, happily, as the team tenderized his nuts. And after they’d each had fun with his nuts, the wobbly Jake sat down on the bench in the changing room. One of the boys tied his hands behind his back with a bathrobe tie and Jakes two huge naked testicles rested on the cool surface. Jake had selected Patrick and Josh, the team captain and quarterback respectively, to be the ones to actually neuter him, and they climbed up onto the bench, their own hands stroking their naked cocks in anticipation of the event. In fact all of the boys were still naked and jacking off. Although you might think they’d be squeamish about seeing another guy get nutted, in fact it actually made them really horny. After all, it’s a straight man’s natural instinct to castrate another man and thus remove a rival from the game that is procreation. Everyone loves to see a good nutshot, and straight men get an illicit thrill from seeing another male sacrifice his manhood.
“Patrick you crush my left ball, and Josh you take my right. Do a good job, make it special for me for my last time, OK?” pleaded Jake.
“We will, I promise,” replied Patrick. “OK boys, start your jacking.” All the boys stood around the trio on the bench and stroked themselves. Their own balls were low and heavy from the head and humidify, and they squeezed them in time to match Patrick and Josh.
“Wow,” said Josh, “Your nut feels like a big rubber ball under my heel.”
“Yeah, or maybe a bug. Will it make a crunching noise when it gives? Or will it make a popping sound like a balloon?” wondered Patrick.
“I dunno Patrick,” said Josh, “let’s find out” he replied with a grin. Then he leaned a little and engaged Patrick with major lip lock while they pumped themselves.
Jake opened his eyes at this to see the two hottest guys in school jacking off, kissing each other and smashing his nuts all at the same time. His own dick began to leak jizz at the sight. He worshiped these boys as athletic heros, and he wanted them to win SO badly that he would willing make any sacrifice for them, even his most precious posessions. It was, after all, the reason he joined the team in the first place.
The two boys were rolling around Jake’s nuts against the unyielding surface of the wood and masturbating faster and faster.
“OK. I’m ready to do this thing. Are you with me, boys?” said yelled Patrick.
“Fuck yeah” “Let’s hear those babies pop” “Crush ‘em” was the collective reply.
After that there was only the sound of beating fists, heavy breathing, and Jake’s ever more intense moaning as the two big football players began to lean on his balls. Jake could feel his nuts oozing out against the wood. Flatter and flatter they went. His big balloons were bulging at the edges.
“Oh fuck,” moaned Jake. “Oh fuck, oh fuck yeah. Nnnngggg my nuts, Shit my nuts. You’re going to burst them. Holy fuck!”
“Yes we are, and here they go!” said Patrick. Both boys put their full, and substantial, weight onto their respective ball, and there were suddenly two loud POP sounds as Jake’s nuts burst. On cue, all the boys grunted and came at the same time, spurting their seed onto the locker room floor. Patrick’s cum landed on Jake’s head, Josh’s on Jake’s chest. Jake’s own jism erupted from his own cock as he yelled, “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT” then his whole body shuddered from the combination of pleasure and pain, and he fell backwards in a dead faint.
Patrick looked down at the supine, cum covered Jake. “OK boys, let’s win this one for Jake!”
The boy’s jacking tapered off. They picked up their comatose towel boy and reverently laid him on a couch in the next room, covering his nude form with a bunch of white towels. Then, they all got dressed, geared up and ran out onto the field. And do you know what? They won. I mean they REALLY won. The Pirates played a great game but the Rams were light years better, and everything in the game seemed to go their way. They won against the reigning champions by 30 points and in the days to come after winning Jake shared in their joy from his hospital bed. No one asked how he’d lost his nuts, and no one on the team leaked that he was now an “it”. They loved their little towel boy too much for that. And you know what? He loved them right back.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Quote of the Day

"Kick a man in the balls and he can't breed for a day. Crush a man's balls and he can't breed for a lifetime"

Nicholas - 2014

(This really should be a tweet on twitter, but I don't have any ballbusting followers, so . . . )