Sunday, 2 December 2018

Bully's Balls Broken

This is a short story about what happens to bullies that get too cocky for their own good.

It was another normal lunchtime band practice for the lads, they were a rock band comprised of 4 high school seniors. Jeff was the lead singer, with spiked black hair, olive skin, a to-kill-for jawline and muscles in all the right places, Jeff was hot shit and he knew it. He was loved by almost everyone in the school, especially the ladies of whom he'd had more than his fair share, and his position of popularity came with a great sense of self confidence. He loved nothing more than abusing that power by tormenting the school's weaker kids- especially his drum player Aaron.

Aaron wasn't bad looking himself, but his calm and quiet demeanour often left him open to attacks from arrogant guys like Jeff. Other kids often didn't really care what happened to him, and the band's guitar and keyboard players, Keiran and Greg were no exception. While they rarely acted with direct malice toward him, they were all to happy to laugh along with Jeff's antics; today was no exception.

For the first half of their practice session, Aaron kept on missing a beat that lined up with the end of Jeff's chorus and it began to frustrate the perfectionist singer. After using the usual lines, "moron", "retard", "dumbass" on a seemingly never ending loop Jeff decided to take it further by turning things physical. After missing the beat again, Jeff spun around throwing the mic stand at Aaron knocking him off his stool to raucous laughter from Keiran and Greg.

"Keiran, Greg give me 10 minutes alone with this asshole, I'll have him drumming right when you get back" commanded Jeff. The other two boys left to grab some energy drinks from the canteen leaving Aaron at Jeff's mercy.

"Don't fucking throw shit at me again, you hear?" came Aaron, finding some confidence in himself.

"Oh really" came back Jeff, noticing Aaron's clenched fists "you gonna take a swing? come on big man do it"

Sensing Aaron's hesitation Jeff let out a laugh, "yeah thought not" he said, turning around to find his fallen mic.

That laugh was what did it, it set something off inside of Aaron. "Fuck this guy" he thought "I'm gonna take him down a peg."

Without really thinking he picked up the mic stand that Jeff had moments ago thrown at him, and also without thinking somehow realised exactly what he needed to do with it.

Jeff had found his mic and had bent over to pick it up, at that moment he felt an intense explosion of pain as Aaron swung the mic stand between his shorts from behind catching him right in the balls.

Jeff let out a squeal of surprise and terror as his knees buckled and he keeled over onto his side, clutching at his aching nuts. He was so baffled he couldn't let out a word.

Little did he know, but Aaron had just began to let out years worth of pent up rage, pouncing on the stricken high school hunk beneath him rolling him onto his back and prying away his hands from his gonads.

"Get the fuck off faggot" yelled Jeff defiantly, but insults weren't going to help him now.

With a loud *zip* Jeff's shorts fly was forced open by Aaron who within a few short seconds had undid the buttons of Jeff's boxers and forced into the open his slightly swollen sack and his impressive teen dick.

At this moment Jeff really began to panic, you see this was his last day as a 17 year old. Tomorrow, he was 18, a day he'd spent the last several years fantasising about, and not just for the drinking and the gambling, he was gonna get laid so much, by so many girls, and of course he'd be taking his homeboys to the local strip joint. He couldn't operate on a damaged set of nuts. What the fuck was happening to him? He was the king of the fucking jungle and somehow this nerd was owning him.

Aaron let out an evil grin as he saw the beads of sweat rolling down the side of Jeff's handsome face and noticed a distinctive dark patch taking over his armpits. He knew exactly what was racing through his former tormentor's mind and was loving every second of it.

Pressing down with both thumbs, he sunk into the Jeff's orbs crushing them to less than half their usual width causing the handsome boy to scream from the top of his lungs. Unfortunately for Jeff, they were in the soundproof music studio so no one could hear what was happening to the school's most popular student.

Jeff seized up in panic as he felt his dick begin to twitch as Aaron continued to push his thumbs deeper into his balls. His powerful muscles began to tremble as the pain began to wash over his body, if Aaron had been gay it would've been quite the turn on.

But even as a straight boy, Aaron could appreciate the sight of Jeff's arms flexing like crazy but seemingly unable to move, watching his neck bulge dramatically, seeing his washboard abs ripple under his sweat soaked shirt, his chest heave, his legs twitch.

What Aaron didn't know is that Jeff was desperately trying to get his muscles, any of them, to move and somehow fight back against this onslaught taking place against his manhood. Jeff was incredulous at the thought that despite all those hours on the pitch, in the gym, his daily runs, his carefully crafted exercise regime all designed to craft his perfect form, were somehow failing him now at this crucial moment. Despite all his studly strength that he had used so often to dominate the field and the bedroom, Jeff's body was in far too much pain to fight back against the markedly less muscular Aaron.

As Aaron's thumbs began to compress Jeff's nuts almost flat, Jeff's dick quickly and suddenly hardened to full mast pointing upwards towards his tensing abs. Even Aaron had to admit it was an impressive dick, around 12 inches long. "What a shame" thought Aaron.

Jeff glanced down at his own dick in terror as it started to pool precum that dripped down onto his torso, the first time this had ever not been a good sign for the sex obsessed jock. "Please bro, it's my 18th tomorrow" he stammered.

"Hmm... let me think about that" mused Aaron as he readjusted his stranglehold on Jeff's balls, removing his thumbs and replacing them with his whole hands squishing down on them hard.

"Nah" he decided wickedly, mustering all his effort into grounding down the stricken Jeff's nuts as much as he could.

Jeff's head threw back in agony as his entire body started shaking, then in a life defining moment for both boys...


Jeff's right nut caved under the pressure shattering into a million pieces inside his sack, sending a huge load shooting from his wildly pulsating cock showering his whole body in spunk.

Jeff desperately tried to beg Aaron to stop, but a mumble was all he could muster.


Jeff's left nut exploded similarly into smithereens sending another huge load blasting through his rapidly withering dick covering him in cum.

The ex-stud stared down, wide eyed and in horror as his cock shrivelled back down into its now permanently flaccid state. He finally willed his hands to reach down to his sack, and began to spring tears as he felt around for his mighty balls only to find nothing.

"Well I hope you had fun with your last loads mate, enjoy your 18th tomorrow" added Aaron as he gave Jeff a playful wink and began to make his way out of the room leaving his stricken bully blubbering on the floor.

He exited the studio just as Keiran and Greg returned. "Hey where you going dumbass" asked Greg as he and Keiran offered each other a high five. But just as their hands collided so did Aaron's fists with their respective nut sacks as he simply walked on past them.

The two boys coughed and doubled over as they recovered from the pain in their balls. "Wait till Jeff hears about this" croaked Keiran as the two opened the studio doors.

What they found sent them into shock, their leader, their idol, lying on the floor, covered in his own cum, fondling an empty sack crying "he broke my balls... he broke my fucking balls."

Keiran and Greg, suddenly unsure of what they really liked about Jeff now that he wielded no authority over them, turned to each other and walked out leaving the hapless jock to his misery.

Sunday, 6 November 2016


Ever wanted to see some dudes get pwned by cats? Of course you have. These guys get their balls wrecked in this video "Cats hitting guys in the balls".

Skip to 0:20 for the ballbusting ;)

Tuesday, 29 December 2015

How I (accidentally) gave myself a nut bashing

So I'm not sure if you're even remotely interested in hearing about stuff from your author, but here it goes any way.

This is more of an explanation than anything else about sitting on your nuts.

If you're like me, whenever you hear about people somehow sitting on their balls one of the first things that comes to mind is "how the fuck did they manage to do that?". It really didn't make any sense to me as to how they'd end up in a position like that. Well I found out the hard way...

So I've been travelling a lot lately and I was a little sweaty downstairs. My balls were stretched a little from their normal resting place and were stuck to my thigh during this long haul flight. Anyways, I got up to use the bathroom and when I get there the first thing I do is drop by jeans and boxers to let the air flow through. I noticed my jewels attached to my leg so like any guy when he discovers this predicament I peeled them off. I turned around to sit on the toilet seat and that's when it happened...

Bear in mind I wasn't really paying attention so from my perspective it was sort of just *sit down... "ow my fucking balls!"; but what happened is as I sat myself onto my seat my nuts had landed as they normally do onto the lid in front of me, but because they were slightly stretched and staying close to my right leg as they'd spent several hours stuck to it and in that position, they did not land straight in front. Instead they flopped to my right, just as my leg came bearing down on the same spot.

I instantly lurched forward in agonizing pain as I felt my nuggets get squished under the weight of my leg and head butted the toilet door in front of me. After finishing my business I limped back to my seat where I sat in pain as my boys spent the rest of the flight aching....

Anyway dudes out there, beware of stretched balls..

Friday, 2 October 2015

Dodge Balls

Matt sipped his bottle of water as he watched over some kids at his part time job at the local trampoline park. Matt was a young, handsome guy finishing up high school and saving to move out. Apart from work his favourite pastime was the gym. He was muscled up from shoulder to toe; firm abs, bulging biceps and pecs so well defined that his nipples and chest outline were firmly pressed against his tight work shirt as he sweated through this particularly hot summer’s night heat. Out the corner of his eye he noticed his manager Jared coming towards him as he looked after jumpers at the foam pit with a colleague.

“Hey buddy, how’s the shift going?” beamed the ever friendly Jared.

Matt detested how Jared always called him buddy he was 18 ffs.

“Yeah, alright thanks.” He answered politely. “How’s about you?”

“Not bad buddy!”, “Hey, seeing as we’ve got Sarah looking after foam pit at the moment and Heather down on the main court, would you mind maybe going to another area of the park?”

“Like where? We don’t need someone looking after basketball because Heather can see it from where she is and the dodgeball and toddler areas are closed off.”

“I hear you buddy, but we’ve got some of the regular guys wanting play a game of dodgeball down on that court. You wouldn’t mind opening it up for them would you?”

“Yeah, fair enough.”

With that Jared headed back up to help the reception team with their close and Matt went down to open up the dodgeball court.

Already waiting for him when he got there were 4 of the Tuesday night regulars- Michael, Tom, Jack and Danny. The four boys were slightly younger than Matt, they were all 16 except for Tom who was still 15. The guys knew Matt through the local gym and were similarly growing muscles. Whilst not as impressive as the older boy, the four all had a distinctly firmer build than most guys their age. They were very aware of this fact and weren’t afraid to show it; all four of them wearing loose fitting singlets exposing their powerful arms and half of their pecs along with tight fitting nylon shorts that stopped just above the knee.

“Is this it?” “I’m seriously opening up an entire closed off section for four people?” Matt thought to himself. He unenthusiastically swung open the barricade that had fenced the area off and hurled the guys some balls to throw around.

It was easy enough work for the most part, the boys mostly just self-refereed so Matt only had to intervene during disputes. After 20 minutes or so the boys got bored and were talking about heading elsewhere. Tom and Jack argued that they should head over to basketball to practice some slam dunks but Michael and Danny wanted to head over to the foam pit, predominantly because they were keen to hit on the beautiful Sarah who was watching over that area. The guys stood around just off the court discussing where they should go and were about to leave for the foam pit when a group of 6 slightly younger girls turned up.

“Hey, can we play?” chirped one.

“Great!” thought Matt, just when he was about to close it all off again.

“You sure can sweetie!” He smiled back. “You boys hanging around or heading off?”

The guys considered staying, before Jack concluded “one last round?” to nods of approval from the rest of the group.

Matt separated them into boys v girls, reasoning that the 4 older boys would be a fair match to 6 of the younger girls.

“Hey Matt! No fair, they’ve got a bigger team!” yelled Danny from across the court.

“Chill dude! Do you really think we’re gonna get beaten by a bunch of little girls?” snapped back Michael.

“Yeah man, got no balls or something?” added back Tom to a round of laughter from both teams.

Once all the players were lying down Matt began to count down the game.

“3, 2, 1 Dodgeball!” He shouted as he released the balls into the air.

Within a minute, half of the girls team had been wiped out and were standing on the sides watching the rest of their team mates losing badly. Of the 3 girls left, one had just been fortunate, the other was an impressive dodger whilst the final one had staggeringly good aim. She had almost gotten each of the boys out on several occasions and had actually hit both Michael and Jack but they had managed to slyly argue their way out of it.

The dodger got knocked out when she tried to catch one of Danny’s shots on the full but fumbled it, leaving only the rather untalented girl and the aimer in the game. The guys had begun to throw pity shots knowing that they already had the game in the bag. All they had to do now was to get two girls with no dodging skills out and then they could finally head up to the foam pit.

Getting impatient with the pace of the game, Jack picked up a ball and hurled it with force at one of the girls. It narrowly missed and the girl moved right back to the entrance to the court just a couple of metres from the rest of her out teammates. Jack picked up another ball and threw this one much harder, again it missed but unfortunately for Matt it went flying back behind the girl and landed dead into the bulge in his shorts.

Matt had seen the ball flying past the girl in slow motion and his heart had sunk the moment his brain calculated that the speed of the object was so fast that he wouldn’t be able to shield his precious baby makers from the impact of the hit.

He let out a low groan and his mouth formed the perfect “o” as his eyed bulged out and his hands instinctively cupped his groin. Matt sunk to his knees and toppled over sideways as the pain from his loins began to radiate to his stomach.

Jack immediately began uttering out apologies as he and the other guys winced with a couple doing sympathetic clutches of their own groins. But when it became clear that Matt wasn’t responding to Jack’s attempts at apologising, Danny used the confusion of the 13-something girls to his advantage by picking up another ball and finally getting out the second last of the girls’ team.

The only girl that was left now was the girl simply referred to as “aimer”. “Aimer” watched with horror as she realised she was the only girl left facing the strong, powerful boys only a few metres away from her. She glanced over to her friends with somewhat pleading eyes hoping for inspiration. And boy did she find it, but not from her friends, from seeing the sight of the crippled Matt. She and her friends had spent a deal of time before coming to dodgeball talking about how hot he was and just how big and strong his muscles must have been (to be honest, that was the only reason they had come over to dodgeball), and well, if a swift knock to the balls had been all that it took to get him to the ground and sobbing then it mustn’t take that much to get the other boys out either right? A wicked grin shot across her face as she grabbed up a second ball to the one she was already holding.

Aimer had noticed throughout the game that Tom’s big trick was leaping up into the air and catching balls on the full to get people out; all she need was for him to narrowly miss it…

She threw the first of her balls high up in Tom’s direction. Predictably, he leapt up on his trampoline to catch it. His hands went searching for the ball coming at him, but he narrowly missed it- it was just that bit too high! On his way down he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his groin as another carefully placed dodgeball went flying into his nuts. As his hands had been in the air, there was no way he could have protected his package. His facial reaction was much the same as Matt’s had been as his hands grabbed his crotch and plummeted down onto the trampoline below him knocking the 15 year old stud out of action.

The other boys winced instinctively as they watched their friend desperately trying to soothe his battered balls. This distraction was just the thing “aimer” needed to get another of the boys out. Standing closest to her was Danny, his body facing forwards but his head turned back to see what had just happened to Tom. Aimer picked up another ball and threw it straight at Danny’s goodies.

Danny’s neck jolted and he let out a low groan as he suddenly felt the force of being hit at less than 3 metres distance in the balls. He collapsed to the ground almost instantaneously and his hand reached through the fly of his shorts and then disappeared into his boxers to handle his bruised package.

Turning around, Michael and Jack had begun to realise what the girl was trying to do. They both shielded their groins with a free hand and raced to pick up dodgeballs with the other.

Michael through one his balls with force, but it narrowly missed the girl. Jack however had a better shot and sent one flying straight for her. “Aimer” knew she was about to get out, so she through her hands forward in an attempt to stop the ball from hitting her in the face. Jack and Michael were almost ready to celebrate victory when the unthinkable happened. Aimer had managed to do what no-one on her team had been able to do all match. She caught the ball, on the full- Jack was out.

Michael was livid. “You fucking idiot!” he yelled at his friend.

Enraged, Michael grasped his second ball and threw it straight into Jack’s unprotected groin. Cupping his balls and sinking to the floor Jack coarsely yelled out (in soprano) “Dude! What the fuck was that for?”

“For being such a dick and a crappy player! Watch how a pro does it!” Michael retorted.

He picked up the ball he had just used to hit his friend in the sac and threw it across the court at the other girl. She dodged the well placed ball by what must have been a fraction of a millimetre as it went flying straight past her arm. Ball after ball was hurled at aimer, but none seemed to quite catch her. After a period of time that seemed like forever to Michael he finally decided he’d have to bend the rules a little to win.

Grabbing a spare dodgeball he bolted across the midway line and cornered aimer on her side of the court.

“Hey! You have to stay on your side” she screamed.

“Yeah? Stop me!” he said as he lunged towards her getting ready to throw his ball.

Aimer had other plans though, she threw her own dodgeball that hit Michael square in the stomach. The force of being hit in mid-air sent him crashing down on top of Aimer pinning her up against the side of the court, his stomach roughly at her eye level.

“Get off me!” she yelled.

Michael refused. He wasn’t going to be beaten by a 13 year old girl.

“Get off me!” she screamed louder this time “or I’ll make you regret it!”

“Try me!” said Michael as he pushed her further into the side walls of the court.

“Sorry, but you asked for this!” she said as he swung her fist forward and connected straight with Michael’s right nut. His eyes almost burst through his head as he felt the searing pain coming from his crotch. But Aimer wasn’t done yet, she grabbed both his bollocks in her and began to squeeze them and drag him by his balls down to the floor.

She took a curious satisfaction in all the grunting and moaning he was doing as she continued to ruin the stud’s balls in her own hands.

“Oh my God! Please let go of my fucking balls!!!” he wailed as the pain became too intense for him to bear. But Aimer showed no remorse, squeezing and pulling until finally Michael was resting on the floor, his meaty legs spasming and his washboard abs tensing as he lay there sobbing and clutching his balls all teary eyed and defeated.

The girls cheered Aimer once they realised that they had defeated all of the older boys, and funniest of all; they’d done it by targeting the very things that the boys thought made them big and strong- this was their manhood, their pride and joy and all it had taken was a few soft bumps from a dodgeball to send them crashing to the floor, whimpering in pain. All “Aimer” could think of was how she couldn’t wait to try this out on all the boys at school during their next PE lesson.

The girls left the court giggling and laughing leaving the sobbing wreck of teenage boys behind them as they soothed their battered pride…

Thursday, 24 September 2015

Welcome to OMB (Ow My Balls) Stories


OMB (Ow My Balls) is getting ready to start up as a new blog for ballbusting stories. I aim to have my first publication out by the end of the year. If you have any ideas or suggestions for this blog feel free to let me know.

Thanks and happy nut cracking ;)