Poll Results: Who is your favorite Bustee?

28 people took part in the poll asking which stud is your favorite. The results are below:

(10%) Chris - Sara's Ex

(42%) Jake - Hot Roommate

(3%) Paul - Pothead

(35%) Jared - Broke Friend

(28%) Nathan - Willing Cousin

(14%) Lee - Desperate Student

(3%) Nick - Jess' Boyfriend

(14%) Brad - HS Wrestling Coach

(3%) Boris - Prospective Boyfriend

(14%) Derek - Water Polo Champ

(32%) Harris - Big Brother


The top guys included Jake, Jared, Harris, and Nathan. You will be happy to hear that I plan to bring back all of these guys in future stories I have planned.

Things have gotten a little hectic lately, but I should be posting a new story in the next few days. Please keep the comments and requests coming! I have gotten lots of requests for F/M stories, many of which I have started work on. I know there are a lot of people here that prefer M/M story, but I haven't gotten any specific requests yet. I will continue to post both story types here, but I need your help to come up with new situations for our studs to get their nuts crunched.

Thanks for your interest and support!

Poll Results: What type of BB stories do you prefer?

192 people took part in the poll designed to gage interest in M/F vs. M/M ball busting stories. The results are below:

(29%) I only like M/F BB stories

(7%) I prefer M/F, but M/M BB stories are alright too

(4%) I like M/F and M/M BB stories equally

(19%) I prefer M/M, but M/F BB stories are alright too

(39%) I only like M/M BB stories


It appears that there is a pretty even distribution of M/F and M/M fans visiting the blog, though there are a few more M/M guys here. I guess I was most surprised by how few of you enjoy both M/F and M/M stories - I had assumed most of you would share my view and enjoy BB in any form.

In the future I will continue to post both M/F and M/M BB stories. (I will do my best to alternate the stories so that everyone can find something they like.) For those of you that only want to read F/M or M/M BB stories, you can use the bookmarks below my profile.

Thanks to everyone who participated in the poll and as always, you should feel free to leave me comments or requests for future stories. I am always on the look out for new ideas!

Jessica's Origins as a Ballbuster - Part I

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Tony Busts the Water Polo Champ

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Sara Strikes Again!

Several months had passed since the ugly break up between Sara and her ex-boyfriend Chris. Initially she had told her friends she was giving up on men completely, but after a few months she re-entered the dating scene. Sara had gone out with a one or two guys, but she was still so jaded from her relationship with Chris that nothing substantial ever materialized. That didn't really bother her, in fact she sort of enjoyed being a cock-tease. Men seemed to only be interested in their own needs, and she was done caring about anyone but herself.

Her current guy was nice enough, and had she been in a better place, she would have even considered a serious relationship. He was in fact, just her type. Boris was tall, thin, handsome, and most importantly - he was several years younger than her. His family moved to the US when he was a child, and having grown up within the American culture, he lacked any kind of accent. What Sara liked most about him was that he acted like a gentleman, and even after several "dates," he never pushed her to have sex. None the less she knew what he was after, yet Sara took quite a bit of delight in denying him of it.

That didn't seem to stop Boris though. Despite being shot down every night, he continued to peruse Sara. She had continued the game of cat and mouse by agreeing to meet up with him at a downtown bar with some friends. Drinks flowed all night and inhibitions were dropped. At one point Boris pulled Sara into the corner and with stench of alcohol on his breath, kissed her passionately. Feeling lost in the moment, Sara kissed him back - but the moment didn't last long, she quickly pushed him away and rejoined their friends.

Another hour past before Sara announced that she was going home. Not surprisingly Boris announced that he would be leaving too, not wanting her to walk home alone. Sara suggested that he stay, but he insisted and the two left the bar together.

It was 2:00 when Sara brought Boris back to her apartment, though it had taken him several attempts before she agreed to let him stay for the night. In the past Boris had stayed long enough to start fooling around, but it always end the same way with Sara throwing him out before it got to sex.

Sara could still feel the affects of alcohol clouding her judgement as she invited Boris back to her bedroom. She opened the door and collapsed onto the bed without comment. Ceasing the opportunity, Boris crawled next to her on the bed and began kissing her. Sara kissed back, wrapping her arms around him and squeezed him close. It had been so long since she had been with a man, Sara dropped her guard and gave in to her own desires. Passions ran high and before Sara realized it, Boris had worked her jeans down past her knees and his hand had slipped underneath her panties. She was at first stunned by the awkwardness of his fingers up inside her, but it soon gave way to ecstasy. He was strong and gentle - her resistance was broken. She could feel his erection pressing against her and she tried to get his pants off, but before she could her body was enveloped in sweet bliss. Her orgasm was sudden and exhilarating. It lasted for several moments, and when it passed it filled her up with a sense of calmness. The room was still and quiet, save her deep breaths.

Boris continued to kiss her for a while longer, than he got up and left the room. When he returned, he was wearing only his boxers. To his surprise, Sara had already turned over facing the wall.

"Are you going to sleep already?" Boris asked.

"It's late and I'm tired. You can sleep here or on the couch, I don't care." Sara mumbled over her shoulder.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Boris shouted.

Sara turned over to face him. "What are you talking about?"

"Are you serious?" Boris asked indigently. "What did we just do?"

"I know, I shouldn't have let that happen. I'm sorry." She replied in a tone that would suggest otherwise.

"You can't keep doing this to me Sara, I thought you liked me." He said looking surprised.

"I do Boris." She replied, sounding more genuine this time.

"Then why do you keep doing this to me, it's got to be the third time! Do you KNOW what blue balls feel like?" Boris said sarcastically.

Sara rose off the bed and walked over to him and looked into his eyes. He was easily a foot and a half taller than her. "No I don't - know how they feel - that is. I know you were getting really excited a minute ago."

"Yeah you could say that," Boris snorted.

"So I bet they're getting pretty sore, huh?" Sara said in a patronizing tone. She seemed to sigh and turned her attention to the large bulge in his shorts. She glanced up at Boris and bit her bottom lip. Then she reached through the fly of his boxers and grabbed his erection. His mouth dropped open and he closed his eyes as Sara tugged on his shaft. Boris moaned and took long, deep breaths.

After reaching down a bit deeper, Sara grabbed a fist full of Boris' precious Russian jewels. He gasped with delight as Sara cautiously kneaded his balls as though they were made of dough, rolling them around in her hand.

Boris was clearly enjoying himself as Sara manipulated his tender nuts. It had been so long, he could hardly wait for her to drain them and get him some relief. After a minute Sara pulled his nuts out through the fly of his boxers and left them hanging there for inspection. Boris silently watched while Sara poked and prodded his manhood with great interest. Despite whatever discomfort he was experiencing, his balls weren't blue, but pink and massive. They looked like they could pump out enough sperm to populate a small Russian village.

Sara looked up at into Boris' piercing blue eyes while she manipulated the big balls in their sack, "You're such a big baby, it doesn't hurt that bad, they're not even that blue!"

"Oh baby, they're so sore." Boris replied with his eyes shut.

Sara returned her attention back to his low-hanging gonads. "Christ are they swollen or are they always this big?

The question seemed to get Boris even more excited. "They feel like they're going to burst." Boris exaggerated. In his head he was already imagining how great it would feel to shoot a load off between Sara's tits.

"That's too bad," Sara said with a smile, "I don't think you're going to get to cum tonight."

"What the-" Boris was interrupted by dual explosions set off in his gonads. While they had been talking Sara had surreptitiously twisted stretched Boris' scrotum, ringing it out like a wet towel and trapping his balls down to the base of his sac. Once she had them firmly in her grasp with no chance of escape, she sunk her thumbs down deep into his juicy plums.

Boris' mouth opened wide and he groaned in shock as intense pain radiated up from his groin into his abdomen. He gasped for air to ease the burning in his lungs. Sara giggled while he desperately tried to squirm away. This made it a bit difficult to maintain her grip, but the bigger problem was the sheer size of his testicles. They were so big and swollen she considered using two hands, but there was a chance Boris might slip away. Instead she locked her fingers around the neck of his scrotum and tugged down. Boris yelped as his poor nuts were stretched down to their limits.

"Poor baby, are your little ballsies still sore?" Sara mocked.

Boris was humiliated but in too much pain to speak.

Sara gripped his nuggets in one hand and smashed them with her fist. Boris jumped reflexively, but he couldn't go far with Sara's grip on his manhood. Then she punched and smacked his balls repeatedly, crushing his meaty balls without mercy. It felt like the worst torture Boris could imagine. Tears formed in his eyes and he groaned with each new strike on his tormented nuts.

Sara wound up for one last strike and smashed her fist hard into his big juicy balls. They were severely flattened into her hand with a sick 'splat' that seemed to echo around the room. The sound filled Boris' ears just a moment before the pain exploded in his brain.

Boris cried and was allowed to sink to his knees. He sobbed, rocking back and forth as he cradled his busted nuts. "Why?" Boris managed to whisper while choking back on his tears.

Sara looked down at the prostrate young man. "Because you annoy me. Going on and on about how badly you need to cum, how sore your nuts are." Sara said sarcastically. "I don't want to hear it! The next time you come to me complaining about how 'sore' they are, be ready to get more of the same."

Sara crawled back in to her bed and wrapped herself under the covers. She waited for Boris to say something, but his response never came. Time slipped by and slowly her eyes became too heavy to keep open. She gently drifted off to sleep, the last sound she heard was the soft moans of the man lying at the foot of her bed.

- Boris is based on a someone I new in college and looks like this guy -

- Boris' big meaty Russian love spuds -

Punishing the Coach

This story is based on a so-called true story posted on Kramtoad's site. I have taken a bit of artistic license with it, embellishing some parts, and changed the structure a bit. ***

The scent of sweat and musk sifted into Tony's nostrils as he walked into the high school gymnasium. It was the smell of hard work, toil, and self-discipline. Already at the age of 17, he understood how important these things were and he embraced them. No one worked harder than him, and his determination had paid off. He was the ranked at the top of his weight class in his division, but that wasn't good enough - he was focused the upcoming league championship. Luckily for him, the wrestling team got a new coach that year, a talented 26-year old former wrestling champion who had graduated from his high school. Coach Brad was his ace in the hole and he was counting on him.

At least that had been the plan. Tony had asked Brad for the last two weeks if he would be willing to train with him after practice. He even offered to come in on the weekends, to do whatever it would take - but after each request had been denied, it was obvious that he was being dodged. The coach always seemed to have an appointment or meeting that he couldn't miss. Tony didn't let that stop him - each day after practice he asked the coach if he could spare an hour, and each time he was told no.

The problem was that tonight was Thursday and the last time Tony could practice with Brad before the Championship that weekend. Tony spotted the coach supervising while two of his teammates sparred with one-another in a practice session.

Brad liked to instruct by example, often entering the ring himself to show off to the younger wrestlers. During practice he even wore his old training singlet from his high school days. Perhaps he did it to make his wrestlers feel like he was more part of the team, but Tony suspected it had more to do with vanity than comradery.

"No Kowalski, you need to start off lower if you're going to try to lift him - try again!" Brad shouted at the heavy-set teenager. The boys shifted to their starting positions and executed the take down again.

"Hi Coach." Tony waved at Brad.

"Moretti," Brad nodded. "Why are you late?"

"I'm not late coach, I started practice right after school." Tony said with a smirk. "You weren't here yet, so I spent some time in the weight room."

Brad stared at the 17-year old coldly. "Don't be a smart ass Moretti, get started with your drills."

"Sure thing Coach." Tony replied, leaving Brad behind. He wondered how the coach had ever been a champ with that kind of attitude.

Nick joined the rest of his teammates and started his warm-up routine. The practice proceeded normally, each wrestler paired up with a team mate and drilled. They gym was filled by the noise of young men grunting and groaning while practicing their holds, lifts, and takedowns. As usual the coach inspected each pair, providing criticism and advice.

Brad didn't make it to Tony and his partner until the very end of practice. Tony grappled with his teammate who must have had at least 25 pounds on him. Despite the obvious disadvantage, Tony used his superior speed and agility and managed to lock his opponent into a Full Nelson.

"Good foot work Moretti," Brad commented. Then he blew his whistle, "That's it guys, have a good night!"

The majority of his team members filed out of the gym, but Tony stayed back to speak with the coach.

"Hey Coach, do you think you could stay late with me and practice for a while?" Tony asked.

"Sorry son, I can't do it tonight," Brad said without lifting his eyes off his clip board. It drove Tony nuts that the coach called him 'son.' Brad only had nine years on him, he had been a kid himself when Tony was born.

Tony ignored the derogatory 'son' comment and focused on the fact that he was being ditched yet again. "But Coach, tomorrow we head out for the league tournament! I could really use the help." Tony tried to reason with him and managed to maintain a polite tone.

"I'm sure you could," Brad replied sarcastically, "but I'm not available."

"But Coach!"

"Look Moretti, tonight is my one-year wedding anniversary." Brad interjected. "I'm going home, taking a shower, eat the dinner my wife cooked me, and then if I'm lucky, I'm going to screw her brains out, got it?"

Brad started walking towards his office.

"Coach I understand, but if you could just give me twenty minutes-"

"No I don't think you do understand!" Brad whorled around and to face him. "I really give a shit about you. If I had to choose between practicing with you and banging my wife, you'd lose. If it was between staying here with you or going home to an empty house, you'd lose. Don't you get it, I don't care what you do."

Feeling as though he had put the young man sufficiently in his place, Brad turned around and made his way back toward the locker room.

Perhaps it was the way his coach had reacted, or maybe it was just part of a series of insults that had accumulated over the last few weeks, but something seemed to snap in Tony's brain. He sprinted ahead of Brad and stood directly in his path.

"What do you think you're doing?" Brad asked.

"You can't leave yet, you're going to do your job and help me." Tony said defiantly.

"Yeah, right." Brad said a bit amused. "I'm leaving and you can stop me."

Brad pushed past him, making sure to bump his shoulder as he walked by. Tony flew into action, grabbed Brad's arm, spun him around and sent his knee directly into his crotch. Brad's eyes widened as Tony pressed his kneecap firmly into his groin and pulverized his nuts. He moaned as Tony took him down to the mats with his knee still planted in his balls.

Tony could see that the coach was in serious pain and unable to move. Oddly enough he seemed to be getting aroused - either because of the busting his balls has just taken, or the thought of screwing his young wife was making him excited. As his erection began to grow, it strained against the tight spandex singlet - outlining every detail of his package.

The coach had been a real prick and Tony felt he deserved a little payback. Tony took aim at Brad's clearly defined orbs and smashed them with his fist. He shrieked out in pain and his heart was pounding. He desperately searched for someone to help him, but the rest of the team had left and they were alone. Blow after blow, the 26-year old's balls absorbed the full force of each impact dead-on, making Brad howl.

Tony paused after what must have been the 9th or 10th punch and watched Brad shoot off a huge load of cum in his singlet.

"Oooh, that's not going to make the wife happy." Tony said mockingly.

The coach was completely out of it, practically unconscious.

He pealed the sticky singlet past Brad's hips and grabbed his cum soaked balls. They swelling and red. Tony smiled and yanked down on Brad's nuts, squeezing them for all their worth.

Brad moaned, speaking words that didn't make any sense at all. He tried to fight Tony off, but the effort was half-hearted because his nuts were already locked in Tony's deadly grip. Oddly enough he noticed the coach was getting hard again.

Tony worked over his balls hard, keeping up the abuse until Brad shot another load. His dick began to shudder and leak precum - then it erupted with the second batch of his man juice emptying out onto his chest.

If only his coach had been a little more cooperative, none of this would have happened. Tony reasoned that Brad had no one to blame but himself. While he wasn't going to be training with him that evening, Tony doubted that he'd be doing anything with his new wife either. He did feel a ping of regret for Brad's wife, but then again - she married him.

Just to make sure Brad wasn't holding out on him, he squeezed each nut in a separate hand. Tony pressed his thumbs deep into each orb, burrowing down to their center. Brad whimpered, only barely aware of what was going on. His nuts had swollen to nearly twice their size and looked liked they had been mangled in a vice. The lack of responsiveness suggested that his balls had already been emptied, but Tony remained determine.

In the end his persistence paid off, and after a very long time Brad's shaft leaked clear liquid. Tony maintained the assault on his precious jewels until his cock spit out a third pitiful load. Confident in the belief that he had forced every drop of cum out of his cocky coach's nuts, Tony decided to call it a night.

He headed back to the locker room and got changed. He wished he could be there when Brad broke the bad news to his wife and wondered what excuse he would use. He doubted he would tell her the truth, that a kid from his wrestling team had kicked his ass and drained his balls. Tony checked the gymnasium and saw the coach was still on his back, but at least he was moving.

"I guess he's not going to be making any babies tonight," Tony chuckled. Then he pushed through the double doors and headed out into the fresh night air.

- Tony in his wrestling singlet -

- Coach Brad in his wrestling singlet -

- Coach Brad's juicy testicles -

Jessica Teaches Her Sister How to Bust Balls

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Eric and Jake College Buddies Series: The Slumbering Roommate Epilogue - The Next Morning

After a peaceful sleep, Eric awoke with a start. Bright rays of sunlight flooded his dorm room, suggesting it was at least mid morning. He scrambled up out of bed and grabbed his alarm clock. It was already quarter after 9 am. 'Shit!' he thought, 'I missed my class!' He started pulling on clothes but it was no use, the class be over by the time he got there. Eric groaned and sat back on his bed.

It was then that he noticed his roommate's bed was empty. He had hoped to see Jake before he left for class, but even that had gotten messed up. Eric laid back in his bed disappointed.

Just then the door opened and Jake walked into the room wrapped in a towel. "Hey Eric," Jake said when he saw his roommate was awake.

"Hi Jake, how's it going?" Eric's mood was already improving.

"Alright I guess." Jake replied. "Dude, last night was crazy. I went out with some friends, and we met these chicks- and one of them was really hot, you know? So after a while I tell her it's getting late and I'm heading home. So she leaves with me and half way here she says she has to go home and bails out."

"Oh, really?" Eric hated it when Jake brought girls home.

"Yeah, oh and by way, sorry about waking you up last night. I got home and realized that I didn't have my keys." Jake apologized.

"That's alright," Eric replied. "Did you ever find them?"

"Yeah, I left them here by mistake." Jake replied wile rubbing the towel over his arms and head. Eric stole quick glances of his half naked roommate, but was careful not to stare. Jake had a beautifully muscular body, it was a shame it had been wasted on a straight guy.

Jake interrupted Eric's thoughts. "Can I ask you a question?"

Eric's heart raced - he caught him checking him out? Eric braced himself. "Sure?"

Jake cleared his throat. "Have your balls ever, ached?" Jake asked with a bit of embarrassment.

Eric sighed with relief. "Yeah, sometimes."

"Dude, this isn't like anything I've felt before. They're swollen and look like their turning red." Jake said, grabbing at his crotch through the towel. For the first time Eric detected a slight limp in Jake's gait as he paced around the room

"Do they feel like blue balls?" Eric asked trying to sound genuine.

"I've had blue balls before, this isn't it. I even tried to rub one out in the shower, but I couldn't." Jake replied.

Eric tried to hide his smile. He wasn't surprised - Eric had done quite a number on Jake's balls the night before. He had even managed to jerk Jake off and made him shoot a huge load while he slept. It was kind of nice to know that even hours later, Jake was still dealing with discomfort Eric had caused.

Then Jake asked a startling question. "Would you mind taking a look at them?"

Eric stared blankly at his roommate for a moment. "Sure . . ."

"You wouldn't mind?" Jake asked. "I'm sorry to ask, but I'm worried."

"Yeah, no problem." Eric replied.

Standing in the space between their beds, Jake slowly unwrapped his towel, revealing every inch of his ripped body. Eric stifled a gasp and shifted his legs to hide the instant boner that had sprung up between his legs. Jake grabbed his soft dick and pulled it out of the way while gently squeezing his nutsac with the other hand.

Eric's mouth just about dropped open at the site of his hot, straight roommate presenting his manhood to him. He had to quickly recover and say something.

"Oh yeah, I see what you mean. They don't look so much red as they do swollen." Eric commented.

"Are you sure?" Jake asked uncertainly.

"I think so, I don't know - do you think I could . . ." Eric gestured towards Jake's manhood.

"Oh sure, go ahead." Jake didn't appear to be shy in the least. It wasn't all that surprising really, he had nothing to be shy about. He had a gorgeous 19-year old body, a huge cock, and monstrous balls.

Eric wrapped his hand around the base of Jake's scrotum and gave his globes a squeeze. They were so big they nearly slipped out of his palm.

"Ow," Jake moaned.

His nuts were even more tender than Eric than had suspected. He played with them for another second and then let go of Jake's nutsac. "Your nuts are so big, they're . . . definitely swollen." Eric said sympathetically.

Jake reached down and caressed his testicles. "Do you think I should go to Health Services?" He asked.

"No, I don't think so. They won't be able to do much for you - other than give you a bag of ice and tell you to rest." Eric replied.

"What do I do? I can't go on walking around like this." Jake said, clearly frustrated.

"Well, I'd start by losing the boxers for a little while, get yourself some underwear that will hold your boys in place, give them a little support." Eric suggested.

"How's that going to help? They ache when I'm standing still!" Jake said dismissively.

"Well there is one other thing we can try, but . . ."

"But what what?" Jake asked with a hint of desperation.

"I've seen it work before, but it isn't pretty." Eric replied.

"What is it?" Jake asked insistently.

"This happened to a friend of mine once. We tried everything and the only thing that helped him was a solid kick in the nuts." Eric spoke cautiously and did his best not to laugh.

Jake looked at his roommate as if he had just suggested the stupidest idea in the world. "How is that going to help?" He demanded. "In fact, I think that'll make things worse!"

Eric tried calming him down. "I know it seems stupid, but it might work. Your balls are swollen, probably getting worse by the minute. You won't feel any better until you release some of that pressure." Eric said it with such conviction, he nearly believed it himself.

"Do you really think it might help?" Jake asked.

Eric couldn't believe he was actually going for it! "It's worth a shot." Eric replied.

"Well, I guess I'll try it. You don't mind helping me out?" Jake asked.

"What are roommates for?" Eric replied. He asked Jake to stand back and spread his legs, which he did. He also asked that Jake hold his dick up out of the way, leaving his balls exposed and dangling between his legs like ripe hanging fruit. "Are you ready?" Eric asked.

Jake nodded and closed his eyes in anticipation. As Eric stood there poised to strike, he realized this made missing class completely worth it. He arched his foot back and swung his foot up under Jake's over-sized baby-makers, flattening them against his pelvis and causing Jake to moan.

"That didn't feel like I got them." Eric said.

"No, wait, I-" But before, Jake could finish his sentence Eric kicked his balls again, hitting them dead on. The instep of his foot sunk into Jake's nutsac and crunched his nuts hard against his body, making a sick smacking noise.

Jake wailed from the top of his lungs. He collapsed on his bed whimpering and caressing his balls.

"Are you all right?" Eric asked, already knowing the answer.

"Fuck," Jake whined. He felt nauseous and his nuts were throbbing.

"How do they feel?" Eric pressed.

"Like they just got kicked by a mule." Jake's voice was a whisper and breathing was ragged.

"Is it worse than before?" Eric asked.

"Sort of - but different. They hurt like hell, but they don't ache as much." Jake replied.

"That's a good sign." Eric said enthusiastically. "Do you mind if I take a check?"

Jake surprisingly moved his hands so that Eric could feel for himself. He groped Jake's s juicy balls with great care, Eric squeezed each nut individually. "Ahh, much better," Eric lied, "the swelling seems to have gone down a bit."

"You think so?" Jake asked.

"Absolutely," Eric said as he released his roommate's precious jewels. "You may want to rest them for a while, or if you're up for it, we can keep at it."

"No, no - let's give them a rest." Jake said. "Thanks for your help."

A big grin spread across Eric's face. "That's what friends are for."

- Jake coming out of the shower -


- To my mind, Jake looks a lot like Bernardo Velasco -


- The inspiration for Jake's juicy balls -

Trading Balls for Grades Part II

It was the night after Christian's encounter with Lee in his office and half an hour before he was supposed to show up for Round Two. Christian had called Jess, his best friend and fellow ball buster, and invited her over to his apartment. Christian walked into the room with two glasses of red wine and handed one to Jess before sitting next to her on the couch.

"I'm glad you got here early so we could catch up." Christian said.

"Yeah, I wanted to know how this all started." Jess replied.

"Oh, well, one of my students from 201 is complete slacker, hasn't shown up to class, failed the last two exams, at this point I would be surprised if he's literate." Jess chuckled and sipped from her wine glass while Christian continued. "I'm serious, I haven't seen him since the first week of classes, and I only recognized him because he's hot. So anyway, last week he stays after class and asks me if there's anything he can do to improve his grade. I told him the best thing for him would be to drop out and start over in the fall semester. He said he couldn't because he was a graduating senior and he needed the class. Then he told me he would do ANYTHING."

"Sounds a bit desperate." Jess said.

"Yeah, so I thought alright, I'll mess with him. In my most flamboiently gay voice, I told him that I might be able to do something, but he would have to do something for me." Christian said.

"You didn't!" Jess scream-laughed.

"I swear, I just expected him to get embarrassed and leave." Christian laughed.

"Obviously he didn't." Jess interjected.

"No, he asked me what I had in mind. So I told him I could make him cum so hard he'd see God."

"And he agreed?" Jess asked.

"Pretty much. He told me he wasn't into guys and he didn't want anything up his butt, but he was up for anything else." Christian replied.

"Sounds interesting." Jess said.

"Yeah, but he got cold feet or something last night. Right after I grabbed his dick he called me a fag." Chrisian said.

"What did you do?" She asked.

"I got angry and busted his balls." Christian said. "Then I kicked him out of my office and called you."

Just then the door bell rang, cutting their conversation short. Christian put down his glass and answered the door. Lee followed Christian into the living room and stopped in his tracks when he saw Jess. He looked at Christian with a perplexed expression.

"Oh, I invited my friend Jess over. Jess, this is Lee." Christian introduced him to his friend.

Lee step forward awkwardly and shook Jess' outstretched hand. She wasn't half bad looking, but Lee had dated better.

"Why don't you have a seat on the couch?" Christian suggested gestured next to Jess. Lee sat and looked around the room.

Though she didn't find him particularly attractive, she could see why Christian liked him. With his dark complexion and blue eyes, Lee had a grungy, Indie rocker look that Christian probably loved.

"So, how are you feeling Lee?" Christian asked.

"OK, I guess . . ." Lee replied.

"How do your balls feel?" Christian asked with a grin.

"Um . . . " Lee looked at Jess and back at Christian.

"I've already told her about last night, so there's no point in being bashful." Christian said. "Are they still sore?"

Lee silently nodded his head. It was one thing to have what happened last night done to him, but it was even worse to find out someone else knew about it.

"Have you jerked off since last night?" Christian asked.

"No," Lee said in a flat tone.

"Great, alright why don't we get started?" Christian asked.

"What, in front of her?" Lee gestured towards Jess.

"Yeah." Christian replied.

"Do we have to?" Lee asked. Her presence clearly made him uncomfortable.

"Yes." Christian said impatiently. "You still haven't earned a passing grade in my course, now get up."

Lee got to his feet and stood before Christian, waiting expectantly. Christian turned him around so that he faced Jess, make sure she got a good view. Then he pulled Lee's T-shirt up over his head, exposing his muscular chest.

"Hmm, nice." Jess commented.

Lee uncomfortably shifted his arms, unable to find a comfortable posture. Christian enjoyed watching him squirm. He worked the clasp of Lee's jeans and pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion, letting Lee's thick dick and balls flop out into the open. Christian reached through his legs from behind and fondled Lee's rubbery nuts.

"You want a go?" Christian asked Jess with a smile.

"Oh no, this is your boy toy, I'm just here to watch." She said.

"Suit yourself." Christian shrugged. He released Lee's package and positioned himself directly behind the stud. Lee tried looking over his shoulder, but he was told to face front. Jess watched the discomfort on his face while Christian arch his leg back and kick Lee's balls from behind. Christian's bare foot connected with Lee's meaty orbs, crunching them into his body, making him shriek.

Lee slid to the ground and let out a gurgling groan. It sounded something like a deflating balloon. "What was that for?" He asked in a hoarse whisper.

"That was to remind you of last night, and what will happen if you get mouthy again." Christian replied.

He let Lee recover for a moment before he pulled him up onto the couch. Lee didn't seem to have much fight in him, which only made it easier for Christian. After spreading his thighs apart, he climbed into Lee's lap and kneed Lee in the balls several times. Christian's bare knee viciously slammed into Lee's naked nuts, pulverizing his nuggets against his bony pelvis.

"Fuck!" Lee screamed. Jess squinted and cringed sympathetically while watching the young college stud getting his nuts crushed. A single tear had formed in the corner of his eye - presumably from the pain - and swept down his cheek.

"I think we're warmed up now, why don't we move on to bigger and better things?" Christian said playfully while grabbing Lee's soft dick. He rubbed the shaft enthusiastically, paying special attention to the head - rubbing it with his thumb. Despite the pain, Lee's member hardened in Christian's hand, becoming firmly erect in a matter of seconds.

With Christian on one side stroking his dick and Jess on the other watching, Lee felt extremely exposed. He just wanted to cum and get it over with, but that was easier said then done. Maybe it was the busting his balls had taken, or perhaps stage fright, but the minutes passed without an orgasm.

A new problem had arisen, friction had began to build on his cock and the skin was quickly becoming raw. "Do you have any lube?" Lee asked.

Christian shook his head, but told him not to worry. Bending down, he took the entire length of Lee's dick into his mouth. Lee's eyes widened as he felt the tip of his dick massaged by Christian's tongue. After a minute he stopped blowing him and continued to jerk Lee's cock, now sufficiently lubricated with his own saliva.

Lee closed his eyes and fantasized about the hottest women he could think of to distract from the fact that he was getting a handjob from a guy. No matter what he did, nothing seemed to shift his attention from Christian pumping away on his cock- that is, until he felt Jess' delicate fingers caress his nuts. She was really working them over, massaging them, squeezing them, even gently pinching them. It felt fantastic and gave Lee something to focus on.

With the help of Jess' caressing touch, Lee's cock stiffened and his hips began to shudder. Just on the verge of cumming, Christian took over, jerking his prick with one hand and holding his nuts with the other.

"Oh God," Lee gasped as he threw back his head and moaned. His dick began twitching uncontrollably as thick ropes of cum shot onto his stomach and lap. Lee moaned with pleasure as the contents of his nuts were finally given release. Lee exhaled sharply and laid back, enjoying the pleasure induced by his orgasm. Christian continued to play with his studly nuts, giving them one last twist, a small drop of cum oozed out from Lee's dick.

Christian left the room and returned with a bath towel, handing it to Lee. He accepted it without comment and wiped up the puddle of cum that had formed around his navel.

Christian reached for his glass and drained it. "I think we're done here, you can put your clothes back on."

Lee stood up and pulled his pants back on. "So you'll let me pass the class?" Lee asked nervously.

"Yeah sure." Christian nodded.

"Oh, great." Lee replied. Addressing Jessica he asked, "will you give me your number?"

"No, sorry sweetie- your not my type." Jessica replied with a smile.

"Oh . . ." Lee said rejected.

Christian walked Lee out, giving him his assurance that he would be allowed to graduate on time. Then Lee thanked him and left.

"That was fucking hot," Christian sunk back into the sofa.

"So, did he earn an A?" Jess asked while pouring him another glass of wine.

"Probably not, but I'd say he earned a solid B for his performance tonight." Christian said after sipping from his glass.

"Why a B?" Jess asked.

"Oh, just in case he comes back, I'll need something to negotiate." Christian said laughing. Jess joined in the laughter and poured herself a drink.

- More pictures of Lee, inspired by Fuller from Sean Cody-