Thursday, 21 January 2016

Be Careful Of Intersections

Caution: Involves extreme ballbusting

Hey! My next story is coming along well. But here's a short story in the meantime for you guys to enjoy.

BE CAREFUL OF INTERSECTIONS

Dave and Reese were watching from the window of a small inner city cafe as their mate John got dumped across the street from them. They'd purposefully come to watch the dumping after they'd got wind of the fact that his girl was going to dump him after he'd found out about his messing around with some girls at uni. The pair sniggered as John got slapped and then couldn't help but howl with laughter as his girlfriend kicked him right in the nuts.
"Looks like someone's out of stud service for a while" joked Reese.

After seeing their mate humiliated and fully satisfied with themselves the pair began to head home. The whole way down the street they joked and guffawed over John's nutcracking. The two were quite the typical chavs as they made their way down the street. Both aged 18, Reese donned a tracksuit while Dave wore a pair of Adidas joggers and a jumper. The two high fived as Reese boarded his bus home from the city.

Dave made his way down the street to a nearby intersection that led to the train station where he'd travel to get home. While standing there his thoughts began to wonder to his plans for that evening. Him and his girlfriend hadn't fucked in over a week and his balls were full to the brim. He couldn't wait to cum all over that wet pussy. His erotic thoughts soon began to create a stirring down below and he soon began to notice a tent forming in his joggers. He reached down to tuck his boner into the waistband of his boxers to save himself any embarrassment. As he looked down past his groin he noticed his laces of his Converse sneakers were undone. As he reached down to tie them his eyes fell across the intersection to a smoking hot blonde carrying an exceptional rack.
He couldn't help but ogle the babe and her sexy tits, jaw hanging open and tent obviously reforming in his crotch. He was so engrossed in this beautiful blonde that he didn't notice the pedestrian signal turn from red to green. 

As a crowd of people began to move behind him,  Dave found himself knocked straight over, face first by the force of some busy businesswoman pushing from behind him. As his head collided with the ground and his ass swung up into the air he suddenly felt the steel capped shoe of a construction worker land directly into his crotch. Not noticing what had happened the worker marched past whilst uttering some sort of flimsy apology. Dave clung to his crotch as a wave of pain rocked his groin and made its way up through his abs and almost reaching his impressive pecs. Aware that he needed to scramble off of the road, he slowly began to pick himself up only to suddenly be struck with the pointy end of an umbrella from a passing commuter right in his left ball.

He let out a shriek and sunk to the ground as his eyes began to well up from the pain taking over his nuts. He lay there on the ground gently rocking back and forth desperately attempting to sooth his battered nuggets when he realised that the pedestrian traffic had started to clear and that the light must be getting ready to turn red. He slowly managed to pick himself up and began to waddle back to the safety of the footpath as the last handful of pedestrians cleared the road. 

Unfortunately for Dave though, he still hadn't had a chance to tie those darn laces. He accidentally tripped on the laces from his expensive sneakers and tumbled flat onto his back just a few metres from the safety of the footpath... just as lights for the oncoming traffic turned green. Blair noticed with horror that a double decker bus was starting to move towards him and from the position he was in there was no way the driver could see him. He immediately sat up and waved his hands in the air to get the attention of the driver.

Seeing someone in the road the driver slammed the breaks, but it happened just a second too late as one of the bus' huge and heavy wheels shot straight down the opening between Blair's juicy thighs and came to its final resting place on his crotch. Dave immediately passed out as he felt his cock and balls both explode instantaneously under the pressure of the wheels, leaving a dark tyre stain that printed through his pants onto the front of his boxers. Looks like he won't be getting quite as much action tonight as he'd hoped, or ever...

To make matters worse for poor Dave, his girlfriend dumped him as soon as she found out he was now just a useless eunuch and all that was left of his pussy pounding cock was a pile of mush. Looks like John won't be the only lonely single this weekend.

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

Hey!

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 ;)