Another Anniversary?

Well it looks like another year has past us by here at ballbustingtales. I thought it might be fun to repeat what we did for New Year's and put up a pic and you leave comments about how this stud ended up in this predicament. Perhaps this is the handiwork of a jilted girlfriend, or the result of a boxing competition gone wrong.

You decide.

Please post your ideas below. Last time, it resulted in an awesome story by Reginald. Perhaps someone else will feel like picking up the ball on this one and writing a story of their own? If so, I've got some more pics of this guy that we can post along with the story ;)

Over the past 12 months I've posted (on average) a little more than one new story every month. I hope you've all enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them! My day job keeps me pretty busy, but I still find time to write whenever I can. In April you can expect to see a new story featuring Boris and Sara, two characters that will be featured in Knave's highly anticipated new comic. The story will take place before the events depicted in the comic, so it should get everyone's juices flowing and ready once the comic is released. I also plan to return to our young brothers, Dylan and Corey in the Men of the House series. As always, please feel free to send suggestions or requests, and thanks for visiting!

Busting the Young Stud at Work: A Quick Update

Last night Justin and I had a few beers after work. It was fun and we ended up bull shitting most of the time. Nonetheless, I kept my eye open for the opportunity to bust him. It came about 4 beers in when he was sitting back in his chair (again) with his legs nice and spread. By now I'd think he'd learn to stop giving me these clear shots to his groin. Perhaps it was the beer that made him feel relaxed - the beer was clearly having an effect on me, but still I managed to keep my wits and make my move.

Justin was sitting back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling tiles as I stood up out of my chair and I stole a glance at the nice big bulge in his jeans. Perhaps it was an effect of the alcohol, but it took me a moment to realize that I had a nice open shot to crunch Justin's nuggets good. I got excited and without thinking I sent my fist straight down into Justin's crotch.

Justin sat back up and groaned. "I'm gonna get you back." He croaked, but after a few seconds, he was fine again.

It was obvious by how fast he recovered that I hadn't gotten him all that well. Silently I admonished myself. I'd squandered the best opening I'd had all week on a wimpy punch that had hardly connected. As I sat back down, I thought about all the ways I could have busted him harder, better, hoping that I might get a second shot. Perhaps next time I could swing my fist like a mallet, crunching his junk up against his body. That certainly seemed effective. Or perhaps I could have lifted my leg and slammed my heel into his crotch. That seemed less likely to have worked, but maybe with the alcohol in our systems I might have been able to pull it off.

Unfortunately, my second shot never came around. We ended up finishing our beers, and then met up with Justin's girlfriend for pizzas. It felt like I was in college again, eating really bad pizza late in the evening as we tried to sober up. Justin was taking a bit longer to get sober. He was being sort of grabby with his girlfriend and he kept making sarcastic comments to her. I joked, asking her how she can handle him without hitting him. Then to my surprise, Justin piped up and mentioned that I'd cock punched him several times, including that night, and that he was going to get me back.

We all laughed, but it made me wonder why he'd bring that up in front of his girlfriend. Perhaps he was just drunk, and over sharing. Perhaps he didn't care, and would have mentioned it anyway. Maybe it was a warning to me or perhaps he was trying to get some sympathy sex out of her later that night. Either way, I'm kind of glad that he brought it up. I don't mind if he actually tries to get me back, cause even if he does, I'll be more than happy to return the favor. ;)

St. Patrick's Day Surprise - The Continuation of a True Story

Here's a quick update that continues on my previous story about the young stud at work.

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I got another good bust in at work today. I've been purposefully leaving myself open lately to see if he'd take the bait and try to bust me, but so far, no luck, so I decided today was the day to reintroduce a little more ball busting into our relationship.

We were sitting next to each other, carrying on a conversation. I kept my legs pretty wide open, giving him a clear shot to my nuts, all the while checking out his package whenever I could. Once again I felt the surge of adrenaline once I decided it was time to make my move. Justin had his legs spread, and his arms behind his back, cradling his head.

"Hey, it's St. Patrick's Day, but you're not wearing green." I said, trying to sound casual.

"| know, I forgot." He replied, looking down at his shirt and jeans.

I pretended to stand up, but instead I swung my fist into Justin's crotch. Unfortunately, Justin saw it coming and lurched forward, shifting his jeans just enough that my hand hit nothing but fabric.

We both laughed.

"I knew you were going to try that." Justin laughed.

I smiled and walked over to the water cooler with Justin close behind, following me into the break-room. I In my head I was kicking myself for messing up the perfect opportunity to bust him, but on the outside I was trying to play it casual.

"So it's definitely on now." Justin asked as I lifted my mug.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "I thought it was already on."

Justin shook his head. "Sack-tapping is one thing, punching guy in the nuts when he isn't looking is another." He was standing a foot away and the bulge in his pants was hanging invitingly between his legs.

"What, like this?" I asked as I made another attempt to wack Justin in the balls, but once again, he was expecting it and covered his groin.

"No, not like that, I saw it coming." Justin said, still shielding his crotch with one hand. "You've got to wait until the guy isn't expecting it."

I nodded my head and took a sip from my mug, hoping that Justin would take the bait. Right on cue, his hand whipped out toward my crotch. He missed and followed up with another shot, but I twisted my hips in the nick of time so that my junk caught only a glancing blow.

Justin was grinning at me, looking proud of himself. Luckily the break-room was empty except for the two of us.

"Ok, I got it." I said, keeping my cup in my left hand and allowed my right hand to drop. Then I took a step forward, closing the distance between us. Justin tried to back up, but he was pinned in the corner - a fact that he realized too late.

Justin tried to grab my arms, but by then my hand was already sailing between his legs and smashed up into his groin from below. "Ungh," Justin groaned, signaling that I had hit my mark. I pressed the back of my hand deeper into Justin's crotch, and for a moment, considered turning my wrists and grabbing a big-old hand full of his stud eggs. Unfortunately he bent forward and grabbed his crotch before I could get ahold of his nuggets. He winced in pain, breathing hard, and took a couple of steps before doubling over again.

"Oh, you definitely got one of my nuts that time." Justin winced as he bent down into a crouch, with both hands holding his balls.

I thought about asking him which one I hit, but I decided against it, and instead, took pleasure in watching the young stud groan and grab his nuts. Once again I felt myself get hard as I watched him squirm. I must not have busted him too hard this time, because he was up on his feet after another minute. Still, I enjoyed imaging how the ache I had caused in his family jewels.

I pulled out a tray of ice and offered it to Justin to soothe his wounded pride.

"No thanks," he only groaned, shaking his head.

A little while later, we were back at it, working side by side when Justin threw a wise crack my way. He was standing to my side so I tried to take another swipe at his nuts, but unfortunately it was with my weaker left hand and I missed widely.

"Hey, easy now." Justin smirked, his hands were shielding his groin.

I smiled. "If you plan on continuing to busting my balls, you can expect me to bust your balls back."

Justin grinned back at me and just shook his head.

- Here's another picture of a guy that also looks like 'Justin.' They both have thick black hair, boyish good looks, and a nice, toned body. -

Busting the Young Stud at Work: A True Story

As many of you know, since starting this blog I have stuck to keeping all of my stories in the realm of fiction. Partially this was for ease of writing, but also because I don't have many busting stories of my own. Now I'm hoping that that's about to change.

The story below is all true, as I've seen them from my perspective. Only the names have changed. I hope you enjoy.

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It all started about 2 months ago when I was paired up on a project with the new guy at work. He was young, just about to turn 22 and fresh out of college. My first impression of him was good. He seemed like a bright guy and was very polite, and it didn't hurt that he was good looking to boot.

Since I was going to be the project manager, I suggested that we go out to lunch a few times and get to know one another. He agreed over the course of a few weeks we got to know each other better.

As it turned out, we had a lot of the same interests and in a lot of ways, Justin reminded me of myself when I was his age. Despite our generational divide, we shared the same taste in music and movies, and at work he was a big go-getter, always willing to put 110% into whatever he was doing. The big difference between Justin and me was that he was hot, and he knew it.

It was clear from early on that he considered himself a bit of a ladies man, which, based on his looks and physique, wasn't hard to believe. He's got thick black hair and olive colored skin and at 6'2", and 170 pounds, he has the build of a jock thanks to the years he spent wrestling and playing rugby in college. At work the most revealing clothes I've seen him wear has been t-shirts and jeans, but occasionally I have caught a glimpse of his flat stomach, down to the top inch of his underwear.

And then there's the bulge in his pants.

Every day we work together I sneak peaks at his package whenever I can. Through the jeans it's hard to tell just how much meat he's packing down there, but after weeks of checking out his goods, my instincts tell me that they're rather large. I suspect if I ever asked him to confirm it, he would undoubtedly agree.

Like many young men, Justin had a healthy image of himself. It's not to say that most of it wasn't deserved, because it was. He is smart, attractive, and a generally nice guy. But as I got to know Justin, it was clear that he was a bit of a narcissist, fashioning himself as an Italian stallion. When we were alone, he enjoyed telling stories of his conquests in college and for my part, I enjoyed listening. All the while I was imagining what it'd be like to get my hand on his balls.

In retrospect, I guess I started laying out the foundation early on. It can be a bit difficult to bring up the topic of ball busting in normal conversation, but I kept at it. The first time I brought it up was early on in one of our conversations about politics. My politics are pretty moderate, but perhaps less so compared to his. We traded views back and forth, and after a while he admitted that he was a Republican. It seemed funny to me at the time and I laughed, considering how liberal the rest of the of the people we work with are. As a joke, I remarked that he better keep his conservative views to himself or I'd have to kick him in the nuts.

It was clear from my tone that I wasn't serious, and he smiled back at me. "Yeah, I understand. You've got to do what you've got to do."

At the time it seemed like he was simply blowing off the comment, but it still seemed like a bit of an odd response.

As the weeks ticked by, Justin started to feel more comfortable around me, and I with him. As it turned out, another thing we shared was a mutual enjoyment for sarcastic humor, which often took the form of jibes and wise cracks aimed at each other. As the project supervisor, technically I am his boss, but that didn't stop Justin from dishing it out. It was all in good fun, though, the cracks that were closer to the truth always did sting a bit, and the banter almost always ended in my promise to kick his ass.

All the while as our professional and friendship continued to grow, I'd become more and more fixated on getting a chance to bust his balls. He was exactly the type of guy that I fantasized and wrote stories about. Hot, young, cocky, and from what I can tell, well-hung. Sometimes it felt like he knew how bad I wanted to bust him and teased me with it, often sitting back on his chair and spreading his legs open, leaving me with a wide, open target. I always took a good look and imagined how amazing it would be to take a crack at those nuts, but fear and uncertainty always held me back.

Then one day Justin surprised me again. We were working side by side at a desk, sharing the computer when he suddenly interrupted me while I was talking.

"Dude, I gotta say, I've got the perfect set-up for a cock punch right now." He said, pointing down at my own spread legs. "I'm trying to be nice and hold back, but . . ."

Now while I've known I've been into ball busting since puberty, I haven't busted many guys and I've been busted even less. In the past I've always been more interested in dishing out the pain, but, at that moment, I couldn't help but get a little turned on by the idea of Justin busting my balls.

"Oh yeah? You sure you want to start that?" I bluffed, but I pretended to sound confident. I didn't bother to close my legs, wondering what would happen.

Justin chuckled. "Yeah, sack tapping could be a new past-time at work."

More surprising news.

I shook my head and smirked. "I would so own you." I made sure to steel another glance at Justin's big, marvelous package in his jeans.

Justin laughed. "I don't know about that buddy. You could be like,
'DOOSHE,' Justin pretended he'd just gotten hit in the nuts and grabbed his crotch. "Hey what up Jack? Yeah, everything's great." He said in strained voice as he pretended to talk to the wall.

I wasn't so sure our boss Jack would approve of sack tapping in the work place, but just the site of seeing Justin pretend to take a blow to the nuts got me so turned on and I knew I wanted to make him feel that pain for real.

Another few days past before we were back in the same situation, only this time, it was Justin who had left himself open. Once again we were sitting side by side, and Justin had his legs spread wide apart and his big, jean-clad bulge was just sitting there, begging to be busted.

I stared at his exposed crotch for a few seconds, wondering if I should take the shot.

The banter between us had gotten edgier as we got to know each other better and learned each other's buttons. Rather early on Justin discovered that one of mine was my age. Now I wouldn't call being 28 old, but I've already started to notice my loss of connection to the younger crowd that I had always considered myself a part of. Nonetheless, Justin used this to his advantage whenever he got the chance, and at some point, I'd decided that I would use that as a pretext when I finally got up the nerve to bust his balls. Now there he was not more than a foot away, spread eagle and practically serving his balls up on a platter. The only problem was that he hadn't thrown a jibe in my direction for quite some time.

I kept staring at his crotch for a few more seconds until I finally wimped out and pointed to his groin.

"Now who's giving who a cock shot?" I said sarcastically and raised my eyebrow.

"Ooo, you should have taken it man." Justin said as he recognized his vulnerability. He shook his head and grinned as he made a point to sit up and close his legs.

"Yeah, that was your free warning. Now we're even, so get ready." I said with a blend of humor and sarcasm.

"Alright, it's on." Justin chuckled.

At the end of the evening we parted ways with our ritualistic, nightly fist bump, but Justin must have not liked the way I cocked my fist back and his hand shot down in front of his groin.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Just being prepared." He shook his head and smiled.

We finished the bump and headed our separate ways, but it definitely got my mind going. I've never encountered anyone who seemed so comfortable with getting his nuts wracked, but I was more than happy to oblige.

The next day started back up again as usual. On the outside, nothing was different, but on the inside, I knew I was going to bust Justin's balls the first chance I got.

The morning didn't offer up any opportunities, and after lunch, we were sitting side by side again, on I was so concentrated on getting a clear shot to Justin's gonads, I forgot not to leave myself open.

Justin cleared his throat. "Dude, you're leaving yourself open again." He said, nodding at my open legs.

"Oh yeah," I said casually, "you should have taken the shot." I made sure to sound confident as I repeated the words he had said to me the previous night.

Justin smirked back at me and I looked up from our work. "Seriously, next time you leave yourself open, I'm not going to hold back."

"You might want to be careful, I'm a pretty big guy. I wouldn't want you breaking any bones in your hand." Justin smirked as rubbed the bulge in his pants.

I laughed hard at that and it took me a few moments to calm down before I could speak again. "What have you got down there, balls of steel?"

Justin shrugged.

I liked where this was going, so I pushed a little further.

"Listen, I will kick your ass, any time, any place." I said.

"Oh, don't be so sure about that buddy." Justin shook his head.

"Why not, I am your superior, after all." I replied rather weakly.

"That won't matter. It has nothing to do with that and has everything to do with the fact that I'm a stud." Justin was laying the confidence on rather thick, which made me laugh.

"We'll see." I said, shaking my head.

When he turned away, I stole another glance at his crotch and wondered just how tough his balls might be. As it turned out, I didn't have to wait for long.

After a few minutes we were back to work and I was pretending to focus on the report in front of us, all the while keeping a close eye on Justin. I could see that his mind was drifting and waited for my moment to strike.

Justin finally gave me the chance I was waiting for when he leaned back and lifted his arms up above his head in a long stretch. I heard him yawn and watched as his t-shirt was pulled up, exposing his belly button and the dark wisps of hair that made up his happy trail and lead down into his blue boxer briefs and the bulge in his pants. Justin had been sitting in the chair for quite a while and it had caused his jeans to ride up, giving more detail to his junk. I couldn't see a clear outline of his dick or balls, but his package looked large and heavy.

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realized what I was about to do and I'm sure that my heart skipped a few beats. Then I cocked my fist back, aimed for where I thought his balls would be, and slammed it into Justin's crotch.

Everything seemed to happen so fast, it was hard to tell exactly what I hit. Only one thing was clear - despite his boasts, Justin didn't have balls of steel. The contents of his package was soft and flattened under my fist, absorbing the force of my punch as I rammed Justin's baby-makers deep into his pelvis.

Despite my earlier warning, the blow caught Justin entirely off guard and he lurched forward. "Ohhhhhhhhh." Justin groaned loudly, his mouth wide open. It sounded like all the air was being forced out of his lungs. He cringed and grabbed his crotch. "Oh, you got'em."

I began to laugh, but inside, I was excited and nervous at the same time. It'd been a long time since I'd busted a guy, and I suddenly started to wonder what would happen. Would he get mad and yell, or would he think it was funny?

Luckily, I didn't have to wait for long when Justin grinned through the pain and began chuckling as he got up and walked around the room, with his hands cupping his balls. "Ohhh," he kept groaning, pausing occasionally to bend over, trying to catch his breath.

My heart was racing and I could feel the hardon growing in my pants as I watched him grab his crotch. A coworker passed by and shot us a confused look, but he didn't bother stopping.

"Ohhhh, thank god that was mostly a cock-shot. It would have been brutal if it was just the nuts." Justin croaked as he sat back down next to me, with his hands still between his legs.

I laughed back. I was still enjoying the rush from the moment to come back with anything witty.

I also couldn't help but feel a little proud of myself. I'd meant the punch to be a 10, but at best it had only been a 6, and despite all his bragging about being tough, I began to wonder if I'd be able to drop him with a single punch. Perhaps with a clear shot to the balls it could happen, but for the moment I was pleased with all the moaning and groaning and crotch grabbing I'd caused.

A few moments later our boss came in and asked me a question about another project. Justin managed to pull himself together, and I answered Jack's question, trying to ignore the pounding in my chest or the erection in my pants.

After he left, I sat back next to Justin and we got back to work. This time I could see he was a bit more guarded and I couldn't help but smile.

The feeling I got from busting that big, cocky stud's nuts had gotten me so excited, I wanted to do it again. Unfortunately, Justin was much more cautious and the opportunity never presented itself. Still, every now and then I noticed he'd sit in a chair that was far enough away from me and spread his legs out. At first I wondered if he was trying to give me another shot at his nuts, but more than likely, he was just trying to get comfortable after all the soreness I'd caused for his balls.

I tried testing my theory a few times, but every time I got close he'd cringe and place his hands over this groin.

"I'm just watching out for myself." Justin smirked. "The truce is over, so you better watch out."

I smiled back at the treat. "I think you ought to be the one to watch out."

Justin grinned back at me, but it left me wondering if this was truly a taste of the things to come.

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Now it is obvious to say that I am looking forward to bust Justin in the future. I think after yesterday, my need for a pretext for busting him is pretty much covered and if he ever gets me back, I'll even be in a better position. Nonetheless I'm not sure how I should proceed. It seems that he's in to busting, if only in a college guy, harmless fun kind of way, but I don't want to push things too far, or too fast. Sad to say, but my real-life busting experiences have not been all that extensive and I'm at a bit of a loss. This is of course why I spend so much time writing these stories, but I was hoping that maybe some of you might have a few ideas. He's 100% straight, so it would never become a sexual thing, but I think he might actually be interested in busting and getting busted. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.


- I won't post any pictures of the real guy that works with me, but I will say he looks a lot like the model Justin Clynes. If Justin is a '10', then "my Justin" would probably be a solid '8' (for both his body and his face). -

Poll Results: Double Feature

Below are the results for the two most recent polls.

How extreme do you prefer the ball busting to be in the stories you read. (137 votes)

Only a light tap to a guy's nuggets is good for me. 17 (9%)
No way, bust his balls until they're good and sore! 55 (28%)
Don't stop until the stud drops a big load of his baby-batter. 76 (39%)
Nothing less than total nut destruction does it for me. 46 (24%)

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What's the perfect testicle size for busting? (69 votes)

twin cherries 2 (2%)
a tough set of walnuts 18 (26%)
two extra-large grade-a huevos 24 (34%)
a ripe, juicy pair of plums 25 (36%)


I like these polls because they give me an idea for what you guys would like to read about in these stories, but it's also interesting to see the variety of opinions. For instance, I was a bit surprised by the large number (24%) of you that prefer to see nuts to get popped. I typically do not write stories that go that far because I like to use my characters over again, but I will keep this in mind in the future.

Not so surprisingly, the second poll confirmed the old adage, bigger is better. I'm sure there's an argument to be made that it is easier to bust a pair of nuts that can easily fit in the palm of your hand, but I think getting the chance to kick, punch and squeeze a fat, juicy set of balls would be more fun (and hotter too). Unfortunately, I've yet to have the chance to test the theory out in a side-by side comparison, so, I'll just have to leave it up to my imagination.

In the mean time, you can expect to read more stories in the future with hot, hung guys getting their balls busted. Thanks to all who participated!