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. -