Sunday, November 19, 2017

So . . .

I've fixed the last of my personal problems, which means I'm free to start writing again.

Also, my informal poll leads me to believe that most of you don't care if I put up hot pictures of guys. So, as well as working on a story, I'll start putting up pics.

Hugs to you all, and I'll post when I can,


Cheers,

Nicholas.

Monday, October 23, 2017

And it goes on

More sick news from Chechnya Russia.

https://www.queerty.com/russian-singer-allegedly-tortured-killed-part-chechnyas-antigay-pogrom-20171023

Isn't that wonderful? Mebbe we can kill ALL of the gay people in the world (along with the Jews), and the world will suddenly become a place filled with rainbows, and sparkly shit, and more money for the rest, and peace and tranquility with reign for all time.

n.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Query

So I've been thinking of putting up pics again, of naked and semi naked men, but I don't want to do it if it will offend or drive off my straight fans, so let me know, in the comment section below, how you feel about that.

thanx,

n.

Monday, September 4, 2017

IF YOU'RE NEW TO THIS BLOG . . .

This blog is about both female/male and male/male ballbusting and testicle torture (BB/TT). I have 83 original stories plus a handful written by other people. Most of the stories you will find if you go to the Blog Archive listing on the right and go to the 2013 menu, and then go to June and July. That's where I did all the reposting when my other site closed. Go through the full list to see other month's/year's stories.

Looking at the body of my work, most stories are f/m of one variety or another, and that's because although I identify as gay, I actually prefer to write and read f/m stories. Currently I try to alternate between f/m and m/m stories (more or less).

Most stories don't have pictures associated with them, and that's because I rarely have a real life person in mind when I create characters, plus I like people to plug in their own mental image of what a guy or girl's character looks like.

I have a wide variety of stories that include many different fetishes, scenarios and participants. You just have to search for them.

I also encourage everyone to comment on stories and start conversations. I almost always respond to comments.

Hope that's helpful.

Cheers,

nicholas

Saturday, August 26, 2017

(groupM/groupmM) NutTV - NEW

Something new for you. Not terribly long, but hopefully long enough to wank off to.
 
cheers,
 
 
n.
 
NutTV
 
Neil got out of his car, baking under the glare of a California sun, and sauntered through the parking lot. He picked up a cart along the way and finally made it to the shade of the store, FatCo. FatCo was a wholesaler store made available to ordinary mortals for a small fee. Neil whipped out his identification card and walked past the sentry who screened people as they came in. A little ways in Neil's progress was held up by a Satellite Premium salesperson who inquired whether Neil would like to get the service and over 1000 channels of content.
 
"I already have Satellite Premium, thank you," said Neil.
 
"Very good, but for just this month, we're having a special sale of fetish channels for subscribers. Would you be interested in trying it out?" The solicitous sales person smiled blandly at Neil.
 
"Fetish?"
 
"Yes, you know, people into feet or hair or shoes. Stuff like that. Is there any particular fetish you'd be interested in, sir?"
 
"As a matter of fact I do. I like seeing guys getting pegged in the balls. Nutshots. Nutcrushing force. Stuff like that."
 
"But that's wonderful, sir. I have just what you need. We have a Ballbusting package of 14 channels at a low, low additional price of $19.95 a month. We can have it installed for you in less than 24 hours, seeing as you already have the satellite."
 
"Yeah, OK. I guess I'm down for that. What do I have to do?"
 
"Just let me get your information and take this ticket with you when you check out."
 
Neil gave his information, continued to shop and went home. He turned his cell phone on, and got a call in less than an hour that the chip would be inserted into his satellite tomorrow at 8:00 am and to be home during that time. It was a Saturday so no work, and the next morning Neil was there to receive the technician. He was a good looking dude who told Neil that he would simply install a second microchip and that the new channels would be 1001 to1014.
 
When the man left, Neil took a shower. Neil was about 5'6", had a smooth toned muscular body, and nice set of wedding tackle. Wearing nothing but a white towel, he parked himself in the Lazy-Boy in front of the TV and settled down to see what this "fetish" stuff was all about.
 
Neil turned the TV on. 'click' . He opened up the main menu and looked for the new channels. They were at the end of the list. Neil mentally ticked off what was playing on each - The Houseboy's of Orange County, Nutball, Castration Rodeo, Cooking with Cocks, Nutshots 2017, BDSM Central - flogging and ball crushing, The Nut Connection, and several others.
 
'Hmmm,' thought Neil, 'which to do first?' Neil decided on  something sporty and chose "Fighting Monks", not entirely sure what fighting monks had to do with ballbusting. He chose the menu item and began to watch. What he saw was a line of monks, their faces down, their legs spread and their hands behind their backs. The announcer was saying that ball-tempering was an important element in the training of monks. A martial arts master walked behind them and randomly kicked their balls from the back. If the man fell, he was dismissed from training for the day. If he stayed still, he was allowed to remain. Neil watched for a while as the master walked up and down the line until nearly all the men had been kicked. Each set of balls made a "THUNK" ing sound and Neil's cock began to rise to attention. He could just see the outline of his own cockhead against the white of the towel. However, he was convinced the could do better and went to another channel.
 
This time it was the Nut Connection. This turned out to be a romance game show where four men participated in a series of questions and answers. One man asked questions of three men he couldn't see, and if the answers received were not what he had already written down then the responding man got a knee to the balls. The three answerers were lined up, naked from the waist down, and their big fat nuts hung there, ready to be kneed. The question guy would ask things like, "What would me biggest turn on be for a date?" and the replies might be , "A nice smile" or "A big package" or "I pay for everything", then the questioner would reveal his answer, "Witty conversation". All the answerers would moan, and prepared to have their nuts kneed, HARD. The person doing the kneeing was a burly bouncer type with fat muscular thighs the left little room for his targets to escape from. WHAM and the first man coughed, WHAM and the second man moaned, WHAM and the third man's knees quivered. Neil watched in appreciation as the men's dangling huevos were bouncing and swinging with each knee thrust. The game was already half over and the men were sweating bullets as their eggs were cracked.
 
Then the whole thing went to commercial, so Neil changed channels again. This time he went to something that sounded interesting - Nutball. Neil had played nutball as a kid with his friends, and this was a good show. The first thing he saw was three guys in speedos sitting on the floor with their legs overlapping each other and one had a ball. He slammed it into the package of the guy to his right, nailing him dead on, who then caught the ball on the rebound, and slammed it into the package of the guy on his right. OOF. That guy caught the ball, and slammed into the package of the first guy. Neil loved watching their packages jiggle and how each guy's six pack rippled when the ball made contact with their nuts.
 
The scene changed and it was a group of boys surrounding two boys sitting a ways and opposite each other on the floor. Each had a tennis ball, and was trying to lob it across the room to hit the other guy's bollocks. When they missed it was boring, but when they hit the guy hit would laugh and hold his nuts for a while, trying to get his breath back and make the pain between his legs lessen. This went on for a while, until the scene shifted again, to a locker room shower situation when there was one guy, the victim, who was naked in the showers, his chest up against the wall, while three guys behind him tried to peg him in the nuts from behind with a racket-ball ball. It was pale blue and hard. SMACK when the ball into the victims left buttcheek. It left a red mark. SMACK, this time it hit his lower back. SMACK this time it bounced off the man's right thigh, and finally SMACK hit his nut-sack dead on, smooshing it into the unforgiving tiled wall. The poor dude groaned and slid down the wall to his knees to cradle his injured jewels. Neil thought to himself, 'Now this is hot'. Neil fully opened the white toweled wrapped around his legs and began to stroke his own wood. He was already dripping a little precum, and he hefted and squeezed his nuts a little to echo the nut torture he was seeing on screen. This poor guy in the shower room got it in the nuts about six more times, and the camera man zoomed in on his scrotum to show two swollen eggs in an angry red scrotum. But then that scene shifted.
 
The next nutball thing Neil saw was an all-adult faire where there was a shooting gallery where you could shoot ping pong balls at a whole row of naked scrotums on the other side. All you could see of the men were their balls, and it was thrilling for people to come up, pay three dollars and watch them fire ping pong balls at helpless man-purses. You got a prize if you could hit both nuts, but not if you hit only one, three times in a row. The prizes were all stuffed animals with huge, human-like genitalia. Naturally the camera man went behind the scenes and showed six guys, chests flush with the wall, and their balls stuffed through waste-high holes. The camera zoomed in on their faces as they got hit, and it was usually a grimace. Ping pong balls may not seem painful, but when they were fired rapidly they could cause a lot of discomfort without causing any real damage.
 
It was now time to see something with more cruelty, so naturally he switched to the Houseboys of Orange-County. The first thing he saw upon the screen was a rich looking gay guy sitting in a Lazy-Boy snap his fingers and a mostly naked Hispanic boy rush over and refill his drink. The man spluttered into his now-iceless drink.
 
"Edwardo, there's no ice in this. I told you before about not having ice ready. Stand in front of me and spread your legs."  WHAM The man kicked the poor boy in his ghoolies about as hard as he could and the boy fell to his knees, holding himself. It was workplace abuse and it was, to Neil, delicious. The cruel master took the boys leg, and lifted it so that the boy was forced onto his back. The man took the other ankle and made a V with it, and told the boy to move his hands, or he'd get it worse. Then the man began to stomp on his servant's speedo clad crotch. STOMP STOMP STOMP. The boy let out a high pitched wail and his hands clutched the thick luxurias carpet. Finally the man got a little winded and stopped stomping, and the boy rolled over onto his side and wretched.
 
Neil was becoming seriously aroused and switched to something even more intense. The BDSM channel. A hot young sub was strung up so that he was suspended at waist height from the ceiling and that his balls hung down towards the floor. The dom had a quirt and was smacking the poor boy's ball-sack with it. WHACK WHACK WHACK. With each contact the boy's body jolted and his balls bounced, but he was obviously enjoying the pain because he a had a full on erection which was dribbling semen onto the floor over which he was suspended. WHACK WHACK WHACK. A sort of methodical punishment, but one which made Neil randy! The dom stopped and reached out and squeezed and grated the boy's rocks together. There was a muffled cry from the boy. Then the dom just took one ball, the boy's right one, and squeezed it as hard as the could. You could tell because the man's knuckles went white. The was a loud wail and some sobbing, but amazingly the boys jewel remained intact. At this point a second dom entered the scene, and the two burly doms sat in chairs on either side of the boy, placed their black-booted feet up to the boy's scrotum, and began to grind their shoes together and try and pop one or both of the boy's balls between them. The camera zoomed in to highlight the boy's scrotum, and you could see nut-meat oozing out from between the two boots. Meanwhile great ropes of semen were jumping out of the boy's cock, and it dripped down to coat the shoes. One of the doms took his boot and held it up to the boys hood covered face, and make him lick his own cum off the shoe through the mouth-slit, then it was right back to the grinding of the two boots, trying to make mince meat out of the boy's gonads.
 
But once again, they failed to pop anything, so this time the first dom lay underneath the suspended teenager and began to kick the boy's dangling balls. KICK KICK KICK-HOLD. After every three kicks the boot would stay there and grind itself into the testicles, clearly trying to burst one. 'Poor kid' thought Neil, but like all good subs, the boy was obviously looking forward to some kind of explosive conclusion. Neil was also looking forward to some kind explosive conclusion.
 
The first dom paused in his kicking, and the second dom appeared (in a black hood of his own) and placed a c-clamp around the boy's right ball. Then the dom began to tighten the vice. The ball began to warp and bulge as the clamp became ever tighter. Tighter and tighter it became until there was an audible "SQUISH" sound which came from the boy's crotch and there was an accompanying grunt from the teen. His testicle had just been ruptured, on camera and for reals. Neil's whole body went cold and then flushed hot as this was the first nut bursting he'd ever witnessed. His breath was now ragged, and as he watched and stroked himself, the clamp was removed, and the cruel dom from below began to kick the boy's ballbag just to further the pain of his one destroyed and one good testicle. WHAM WHAM WHAM. The boy's penis shot volley after volley of cum, and soon Neil could feel the tightening of his own scrotum and his own cum boiled out of his prostate and spurted onto his flat, smooth stomach. Neil moaned as he squeezed his own nuts. That glow of sex flushed his whole body, from his beautiful feet all the way to his handsome face.
 
The scene resolved itself with a close up of the sub's puffy scrotum, and Neil finally finished stroking himself. Neil rubbed his stomach with one hand, smearing his own cum around and making the pearly white stuff spread.
 
'Well,' thought Neil as he turned off the TV, 'I guess it's time for another shower'.


Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Update

So I'm sorta working on a new story, it's m/m since I haven't done one of those in a while, and I think it's a story with very unique concept, so I hope you'll all enjoy it. You know me, I like new and different. I plan to finish it by the end of this month, so keep your fingers crossed. And I encourage all of you to go and support Knave and his artistic endeavors which really deserve to be supported, both financially and morally. He really needs your help right now.

cheers!

Nicholas

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

(f/M) Teacher, Teacher - NEW

A little something from my weird brain for you to read. Enjoy!
 
 
Teacher, Teacher
 
The class was filing out of the room and Lacy waited until everyone but Mr. Robinson, their history teacher, had left. Then she went and locked the door the classroom from the inside. No one would be able to get in while she had her way with her teacher.
 
Will Robinson was a 20 something teacher with close cropped brown hair, round wire rimmed glasses, and a hard athletic body which he kept fit through daily cardio and some light weight lifting. But he was also rather submissive and docile. Perfect for what Lacy had in mind. After locking the door the little blond doll went up to Mr. Robinson's desk where he sat correcting papers. She stood next to his chair and cleared her throat.
 
Will looked up. "Yes, Lacy, is there something I can do for you?"
 
The little blond girl nodded, and sly smile played across her lips. "My father is a lot like you, Mr. Robinson. He's good looking and gentle. He lets me tell him what to do and if he isn't obedient I kick him between the legs. Before she died mom taught me that men were born to submit to women, and that the best way to control them was through pain to their balls." Lacy caught the look of surprise in Mr. Robinson's eyes. "Oh yes, I know about the eggs that men have between their legs, and how easy it is to cause them pain." Lacy reached down between Will's legs and grabbed his package.
 
"I've decided that from now on you'll do as I say and that I will daily torture your big nuts plus give you homework, and if you don't do what I want I will tell the principle that you've been touching me in naughty ways." Again a look of surprise came over Will's face. "Oh yes, I know how to make it sound as if you've been doing naughty things to me. Touching me in places you shouldn't, and they'll believe me because my dad will back me up."
 
"Now," said Lacy imperiously, " Stand up."
 
Slowly Will got up. He was wearing khaki pants and a blue button down shirt with a brown belt and brown loafers.
 
"Kick off your shoes," Lacy demanded.
 
Mr. Robinson did so. Now standing in his white socks.
 
"Now, kneel before me and bunch up the crotch of your pants with your hands so I can see your cock and balls."
 
Very slowly, but never taking his eyes off Lacy, the history teacher sank to his knees and did as he was instructed. He had a sizeable pouch even unaroused. Lacy looked deeply into his eyes with her own cold, cruel, shrewd stare, and when she was ready she aimed her foot and kicked the fat package with all her might. William's body shuddered with the impact but it turned out he was fairly resistant to nut-pain. Something he himself didn't even know. She kicked him again, and he flinched but didn't try and stop her. She now had the momentum to kick him about sixteen times in the testicles until he dropped to the floor and just lay there, moaning and holding himself. Lacy looked pleased.
 
"You did very well, Mr. Robinson. It took my daddy years of nut torture before he could withstand that many kicks. I think we're done for now. But I have homework for you. I want you to go online and buy ball weights. You'll be using them every day to make your nuts hang lower. Order them tonight and bring them to class when they arrive. Good night, Mr. Robinson. I'll see you tomorrow."
 
The next day, after school was over Lacy made her way to the history classroom. There was Mr. Robinson as expected. Lacy locked the door again. "Hello Mr. Robinson, did you order the weights like I told you to?"
 
"Uh, yes. They were a little hard to find, but I managed to get them eventually."

"Good. Now stand up and bend over." Today William was wearing tight blue jeans which made his bulge look even larger and it made his ass look very small and tight. "Grab your ankles," she said, "and don't move."
 
Lacy began to punch and slap her teacher's crotch with wild abandon hitting his nuts and cock from behind. SMACK SMACK SMACK. Slowly he fell to his knees, breathing hard from all the pain, and so Lacy switched to swift kicks to the nuts from behind. William groaned like a wounded animal. Soon he was curled up in the fetal position, just lying there like a dead thing.
 
"You're doing very well, Mr. Robinson. You'll be the perfect slave for me in no time at all." Lacy giggled at this. She unlocked the door and left him there.
 
This procedure continued for several days until by Friday the weights he had ordered had arrived. This time he locked the door behind Lacy's entrance. Lacy ordered Mr. Robinson to stand and drop his pants. He refused and so Lacy slapped him in the face, hard. Her teacher let out a gasp of pain and fright. No person had ever dominated him like this before. It was frightening and a little exciting too. William began to get a hard-on thinking about undressing for this little girl. Slowly he unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly. Then he jeans came down revealing black boxer briefs and a growing bulge.
 
"Oh, don't worry about that, Mr. Robinson. My daddy gets hard all the time when I hurt him. I like to see men's big tools. Keeps them out of the way for busting. And it's fun to see them waggle back and forth when I bust a guy." Lacy was anxious to see his naked goods and didn't like his slow pace so she yanked down on his boxer briefs so that his woody and pendulous balls could breath free air. His balls were the size of plums and his dick was growing to a full eight inches with plenty of girth to it. Lacy had him kick off his shoes and step out of his cloths so that he was now naked from the waist down except for his white athletic socks. He handed her the ball-weights which she expertly examined than then clamped around his scrotum. She was rough with his balls and caused him much pain in the process. When she had fitted at least three of the circular weights to his scrotum she stopped.
 
"Three should do it for now," she said as she locked them into position. "I want you to wear them day and night and I'll keep the key. They will weight your balls down from above and make your scrotum bigger, which is what I want. I like to see balls dangling just like yours are doing now. Now KNEEL!" she bellowed. William knew this was going to hurt but he knew he'd get it worse if he disobeyed. So down he sank to his knees. His naked kneecaps hurt on the hard classroom floor, but what hurt more was Lacy's shoe smashing into his balls. Over and over and over. Lacy told him to put his hands on his head and away from his balls, and she slapped him in the face again when he didn't instantly comply. Soon his testicles were swelling from all the abuse but also being stretched by the weights, but his dick? Well it was issuing copious amounts of pearly precum. This was both embarrassing and exiting to William. He'd never had any female, of any age make him feel this way. It was like he was in the thrall of some greater force, some greater will than his own. This little girl kicking him the ghoolies was going to be a monster when she grew up. She was a monster now, and it thrilled him. He'd taught children for years and only now did he realized he'd always harbored a secret desire to be dominated by one of them. Thankfully it was a girl and a pretty one at that, with blue eyes, a pert pink mouth, and curly blond hair. She'd be a stunner as a teenager as well as a monster.
 
Finally Mr. Robinson keeled over and wretched on the floor, and Lacy thought he'd had enough excitement for one day. She groped his bulging testicles to see how big they had gotten. It was her goal not only to stretch his balls but also to make them as big as possible. It was just like with her dad. She liked low, big hangers. Before leaving, and while he was clutching himself, she slapped his raging boner around a little. She even fingered his oozing slit and tasted his precum. It was sweet and musky, kind of nice to be honest. Then she left him there, a moaning heap, and left for the day.
 
Over the next few weeks Lacy trapped her teacher at the end of the day and monitored the swelling of his agates and the stretching of the bag they rolled around in. As time went on Mr. Robinson became increasing compliant, and let her do things to him that even her father had been reticent about. She had William sit naked on the corner of his desk and smashed his nuts into the hard wooden surface with a wooden ruler. That hurt so bad.
 
And one day Lacy brought in some needles and a cigarette lighter. With some twine she tied him down to the chair, naked with his legs open and his weighted nuts vulnerable, and then heated the needles and slid them into his nuts. She could actually hear the red-hot needle bubbling and cooking the inside of his nads. It was super cool (or rather super hot), and Mr. Robinson bit is tongue to keep from yelling out, just in case another teacher or student should be in the room next door.
 
Over time she was able to add a fourth weight, and then a fifth to his sack. She told him that her first goal was to make it so that his nuts could no longer retract on their own, and she said this would take a few months of dedicated hanging. She knew because she'd done it already to her father. And indeed after four months of stretching and abuse his nuts no longer retracted under any circumstance. And they were getting huge. Even during class, with his pants on, she could see how bulging his nutsack was now. Everyone could see it. And again, it was both embarrassing but also a little exciting that these kids could take stock of the increased size and shape of his nuts. With the scrotal muscles now damaged, Lacy had her teacher stop wearing them and instead told him to order an acrylic nut-press. This was hard to do since his balls had swollen so large, but he finally found one on a fetish site that was big enough, and Lacy instructed him to wear it every night when he came home, and to stay naked until bedtime.
 
On one day, she told him to bring in the vice and show her how he was using it. It was after school was over, as always, and the door was locked, as always, and there was Mr. Robinson, as always, naked from the waist down, and Lacy fitting the press over his balls and was screwing it down. However, it was evident that he wasn't trying very hard to screw his own nuts down, and so she decided to punish him for not trying hard enough. She kept screwing the press down until Will broke out in a cold sweat, he was afraid for his balls, it was that tight. It felt like either of them would rupture any second, but Lacy just wasn't strong enough to tighten them that much. She sure made them hurt though, and William wretched again, on the floor. Lacy told him that if he didn't tighten them as much as that each night she would destroy one of his testicles as punishment, and William could tell by the tone of her voice that she meant it. Part of his brain was horrified at the thought of loosing part of his manhood, but a more basic, primitive part of his brain was curious as to what it would feel like and what taking his nut would mean to Lacy. Would she enjoy it? Would he?
 
Placating her, he promised he would do as she instructed, every night, and that she would see results from it after class each day when she showed up to give him his normal work-over. At this point she was first kicking, then hitting, and then squeezing his big rubbery glands. They were swelling with fluid and hanging down at least halfway to his knees. It was wonderful, for Lacy at least. But there was a complication - it was summer break, and she no longer saw him every day at class. So instead she made her father drive her across town to his place, and he then had to endure hours of testicle torture and ball busting at her hands (and feet).
 
At one point she told him to buy some home-torture devices that used electricity, and when it was hooked up, she plunged needles right into the heart of each testicle and turned on the juice. William Robinson's screams filled the air as the current arced between his nuts and fried them.
 
But the culminating event that summer was Lacy's birthday. With full complicity (and with some slaps-to-the-balls as encouragement), William was strung up with ropes and winches until he was hanging from the ceiling, completely naked with his grotesquely swollen ball bag hanging there like a piƱata and Lacy with her wooden baseball bat having a go at them. She smashed his ballbag with all her might, over and over again, until at last his left testicle, which was larger and juicier just exploded in its sack. It just detonated. SPLAT. Just a loud wet explosion, and not satisfied with that, Lacy kept hitting the thing until it had been reduced to jelly. His scrotum was now so puffy that should could barely see his still-intact right testicle, and her father, who had helped with stringing him up, let him down, and drove him to the hospital where the remains of his once-proud testicle was removed and he was stitched up and sent home.
 
When school started back up in the fall, William had assumed that his torture was over, but at the end of the first day of school, there was Lacy, locking the door, ready to make mince-meat out of his remaining nut. As always, it was embarrassing to know that the whole class could see he only had one ball left. But . . . it was also a little exciting.