The direction I'm going in with these stories is perhaps a little out-there compared to what I've written before, but hopefully you still find it enjoyable (there's also a couple of hidden character references in there for regular readers of other ballbusing blogs, consider it a late Easter egg from me so as to speak).
I also have a couple of ideas for other stories unrelated to this series to keep me going for the rest of the year, so hopefully I get the chance to publish more frequently than usually. If you don't want to miss out on these stories when they go live make sure to subscribe to the blog :)
In the meantime I've written a short story for you guys. The story is actually based on a photo from glamdring's ballbusting photo blog Nads Destroyed which has hundreds if not thousands of images of guy's nads being threatened.
Warning: this story contains permanent damage
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Nutball In The Kitchen
Charlie and his good buddy Blake had just moved into a new apartment after graduating college the month before. The two guys had been roomies throughout the four years of their degrees so they had grown pretty accustomed to each other and didn't really mind hanging out in their boxers or even naked from time to time if it it was hot or one of them had just been a classic lazy college student and forgotten to do their laundry.
After moving all their stuff into the new place, both guys were hanging shirtless in the kitchen (it was a super hot summer's day and moving all that heavy stuff really worked up a sweat). The two guys decided to crack open a couple of beers to celebrate their successful move and the beginning of their new life as bachelors. "Fuck man, can you imagine how much easier it's gonna be to get chicks to come over now we have separate rooms? We're gonna be balls deep every night bro" chuckled Blake. "Well, I'll drink to that" replied Charlie smirking at the thought. The two lads cracked open their beer cans but unfortunately for Charlie his had been shaken up at some stage during the move and it sprayed everywhere completely soaking his crotch. "Damn dude, thought you were passed the diaper training by now" wise-cracked Blake. "Haha. Very funny" Charlie replied sarcastically, stripping out of his jeans.
Blake was surprised to see Charlie had chosen not to wear underwear today and was once again impressed by Charlie's massive set. Of course he'd seen it countless times before, but the effect of seeing his beautiful 8 inch soft cock and giant balls never failed to amaze. Now Blake was as straight as they come, but given the chance he'd manhandle the hell out of Charlie's juicy big balls. Blake had seen a lot of mighty impressive pairs in the change rooms at the gym, but he'd never seen anything quite as big as Charlie's. Blake quickly snapped out of his trance realising that he'd been staring at Charlie's perfect junk as he dried himself off with a paper towel. "Like what you see bro?" Charlie teased, "don't flatter yourself" Blake joked as two guys laughed. "Damn, I'm so bored" mused Charlie "can't believe the cable guy can't make it til the weekend". "Yeah man, gonna miss the game tonight" added Blake.
Fortunately for the two guys, seeing Charlie's balls had given Blake an idea; he disappeared to his room rummaging around his box of sports equipment before finding what he was looking for- his tennis ball. He headed back to the kitchen, challenging Charlie to a game of their college pastime of nutball, for old time's sake.
"I dunno man, there's boxes in all the rooms where are we gonna find the space to play it?"
"How about right here man, there's no boxes in the kitchen!"
"But where's there enough space to keep us apart?"
"Yeah... guess you're right. Unless you wanna sit in the sink" Blake joked. But he was surprised to see Charlie taking him seriously and hopping his naked self into the sink opposite the kitchen table he was leaning on.
"Ok, well I guess this works" Charlie grunted as he positioned his muscly ass into the basin of the sink. Blake sat up on the table directly opposite his buddy readying himself for the first throw.
"Wait hang on a second, you don't think I'm gonna sit here butt-naked while you're still wearing jeans? That ain't fair." Charlie protested.
"But I can't see your junk from this angle, you can see mine, surely that balances it out?"
The boys pondered their dilemma briefly before deciding to meet in the middle with Blake wearing his boxers. Charlie readied to take the first throw
"Alright man, you ready for this?"
"Come at me bro, your eggs are gonna be scrambled by the end of this"
"Oh we'll see who's eggs are scrambled" joked Charlie as he took his shot, landing square in Blake's lap smashing both his balls at full force.
Charlie hollered with laughter as his bro tumbled off the table cupping his balls wheezing from the pain.
After a few minutes of soothing his battered nuts, Blake hopped back on to the table ready for his revenge.
"Better buy a buttplug bro cause you're gonna be out of service for a while after this" joked Blake.
He threw a solid shot, the ball landing in the metal basin with a loud clank. Blake was disappointed to see however that Charlie had no reaction, the ball must have missed the target.
"Oh well, better luck next time", with that Charlie took another swing for his buddy's junk once again connecting right on target. Blake again collapsed, rolling off the table grunting and moaning as his balls throbbed in excruciating pain.
This process repeated itself again and again, Charlie connecting dead-on with Blake's babymakers while Blake failed to hit Charlie because he couldn't see exactly where his balls were. A couple of times he managed to hit his legs, but the mild discomfort of a tap on the leg was nowhere near the satisfaction Blake was craving from this game.
After suffering 10 blows to the balls, Blake wanted to call it quits saying the game was bullshit, I mean he couldn't even see what he was aiming for and Charlie was becoming more and more harsh with his throws, starting to serve them like a baseball.
"Oh come on bro" Charlie butted in "you're not gonna quit just because you're losing are you?" throwing the ball again and smashing Blake's nuts for the 11th time.
As much as Blake wanted to quit at this point, his pride kept him going and Charlie knew exactly how to push his buttons.
"Come on dude, my little sister throws better than you"
"Woah, you're gonna need a sex change if you keep going like this" he'd loudly joke while hysterically laughing at how comically poorly Blake was going.
After a twentieth shot to the balls Blake was now totally pissed off. In a rage, he decided to stand up on the table so he could fully see where Charlie's balls were in the sink.
"Hey man, that's not part of the rules!"
Blake didn't care though, finally ready for some revenge he launched the ball through the air at just the right angle for it to collide with full force against Charlie's low hangers causing him to let out a girlish high pitched squeal. Blake danced around the kitchen in celebration relishing in the chance to finally give some wise-crackers of his own "ha! who sounds like a little girl now, not even my 4 year old niece could make a noise that high pitched".
After finally calming down, Blake suddenly noticed that Charlie still hadn't moved from his position in the sink, his hands still buried deep in the basin fondling... no pulling at his crotch as he groaned and grunted with every breath.
"Hey man, what's wrong?", Blake walked over to the sink and was shocked at the predicament he saw. Charlie's balls had been smashed into the drain and they were stuck!!
"Fuck, I can't get them out!" Charlie yelled in a panic.
"Hey bro, don't worry it's ok, just relax man we'll think of something"
Charlie leaned back in the basin, unable to free his precious nut sack from the compromising position they were in. At Blake's encouragement he took some deep breaths.
Deciding to see if it would be possible to help push them back up from underneath Blake decided to inspect below the sink. Meanwhile, Charlie continued to try and relax, allowing his back to rest against the wall. From underneath the sink, Blake gulped in panic when he realised his buddy's junk was in fact tangled in the garbage disposal drain. Unaware of the danger, Charlie continued to let his back sink into the wall behind him, his right shoulder suddenly feeling some discomfort as it glided over what felt like a little switch.
Blake started to yell out "Hey bro, just be careful not to switch the..."
WHZZZZZZZZZZ
Charlie's big, beautiful balls suddenly exploded in a gory mix that seeped out of a broken hole in the crappy apartment's garbage disposal drain, plastering Blake's face in the shredded remains of his bro's manhood.
Charlie let out a deafening roar of anguish as he felt his most prized possessions ripped from his body, a loud *pop* sound echoing as his ass was finally freed from the sink.
From above Blake heard Charlie sobbing to himself "NOOOOO..... MY BALLS!!!!" as they both began to pass out, one from shock and the other from excruciating agony.
Charlie right before the accident while recovering from Blake's on-point hit
