M/M ball busting stories featuring ball popping, rupturing and permanent damage.
Hey guys! My buddy Charn has launched two new blogs, one furry (here) and one non-furry (here)! He's been writing and illustrating for years and I encourage all of you to check them out!
To celebrate the Halloween season and the launch of his blog, Charn has volunteered to write some awesome custom stories with a spooky twist: A group of brave (or stupid...) guys team up to go hunting for testicle-popping poltergeist. You can read the first installment here.
A small studio audience composed entirely of men sat in rafters looking down at a large, brightly lit stage where workers were busy making finishing touches but a black curtain hid most of the gameshow's mechanics from view. This was the first filming of a controversial new game show called The Nutsack Knockout which had promised to be a ratings bonanza due to its unapologetic premise. Ten men would compete for a chance to win a life-changing amount of money but instead of the losers going home just empty-handed, there was a very real possibility that they'd go home with an empty-sack. The exact mechanism hadn't been revealed in the pre-taping information but the promotional images featuring cracked walnuts, splattered eggs and deflated soccer balls made it clear it wasn't going to be pleasant for the losing players.
Finally the lights went low and rousing music filled the air and the audience didn't wait for the neon 'applause' sign to light up before erupting into cheers. Mixed into the jaunty instruments of the show's theme song were the unmistakable sounds of men screaming and moaning - most likely from nut pain - that had been autotuned to fit the music. "My balls are gone! My balls are gone!" came the anguished voice of some random young man, his normally deep voice pitched comically high to layer perfectly over the music; the audience burst into laughter.
Meanwhile a tall fit man wearing jeans, heavy boots and an untucked button up shirt sauntered onto the stage holding a microphone. Most of the audience recognized him instantly as Dominik Patterson, an MMA fighter who had become quite a draw thanks to his merciless below the belt fighting style. Dominik had permanently cracked at least a dozen nuts before the officials, who were more than willing to turn a blind eye for the sake of ratings, finally had to acknowledge his flagrant disregard for the rules and banned him from the ring. The grizzled yet handsome former-fighter didn't mind too much since his notoriety made him a darling for endorsement deals and cameos on shows like Nutsack Knockout. Funnily enough, he was a spokesman for an erectile dysfunction drug, ironic considering he had nearly ripped off an opponent's dick through his shorts.
"Welcome! Welcome! Are you guys ready for some fun!" Dominik called into his mic as he took center stage. His voice was deep but his enunciation was excellent, as if he was made to be a charismatic television host. He flashed a toothy, mischievous smile as the curtain finally rose revealing the complete setup for the coming gameshow. Spaced evenly across the length of the stage were ten large slabs of wood, about two feet wide and standing six feet tall, all of them painted with a high gloss white paint that was reflecting the dramatic studio lights shining overhead. At the top of each post were ambiguous symbols painted in black; a stylized snowflake, the outline of a flame, a pair of eyes wide open and a dumbbell. No one except the crew knew what they meant but they likely had something to do with how each contestant could potentially lose his nuts. Hovering above the middle of the stage were several enormous displays, one of which had a grid of squares numbered one to one hundred. The others were displaying an idling graphic of two cracked walnuts and the Nutsack Knockout logo.
“Welcome to the first taping of our new show Nutsack Knockout!” Dominik’s deep voice boomed over the audiences’ cheers.
It took nearly a minute of the stage hands signaling for quiet before the raucous crowd finally settled down and Dominik could begin to explain the rules of the game.
“Every round each player is gonna’ pick a square, one to one hundred, and behind that square is gonna be a number...”
As Dominik talked, two assistants wheeled out a muscular, anatomically correct male mannequin, about five foot ten, sporting a pair of egg-sized nuts that had been bound with rubber rings to force them to the bottom of its extremely-realistic looking bag. One of the secondary screens flashed to show a leaderboard with a single name “Demonstration Dummy’ showing a score of one hundred points. The other screen was showing a close up of the dummy’s bound sack, the hyper realistic skin glistening against the white backdrop of the wooden plank it had been placed in front of.
“So every contestant starts with one hundred points each time they pick a number...”
Dominik motioned toward the middle screen that had the grid of one hundred squares.
“There’s a random number from one to twenty. Every time they pick a number their score goes down by that amount and they’re eliminated when their score goes below zero.”
The crowd collectively leaned in, most of them fixated on the two very large proxy testicles on the second screen.
Dominik walked up the mannequin and put his hand on his shoulder, giving the dummy a look of mocking apology. A short while later a stage assistant rushed on stage to hand Dominik a comically large mallet, the head easily being five inches across on top of a thick wooden handle.
“So let’s say this guy picked the second square...”
The screen with the grid of squares flashed and the second square revealed a value of twenty.
Dominik chuckled as he grasped the mallet with both hands, being sure to stay out of the way of the camera that was focused on the dummy’s nuts.
Without ceremony he smashed the mallet twenty times into the proxy ball bag, making it swing and bounce against the plank behind it like a fleshy pendulum. The audience roared as they watched the two fat pseudo-nuts being pancaked over and over. At the same time the scoreboard for ‘Demonstration Dummy’ decreased by one point after each hit. When Dominik was done, the score was eighty.
Dominik gave the proxy testicles several more vicious whacks, the loud impacts making it obvious that the real pair in that predicament wouldn’t have been having a good time, before turning to the audience and chuckling.
“...and when a guy runs out of points, I get to unleash their ultimate punishment! And let’s just say they won’t be having any more kids! What is that you ask, well it depends on the symbol above them.”
Dominik pointed to a black flask, like something out of a laboratory, that had been painted above the dummy though it was still ambiguous what punishment the various symbols actually represented.
Dominik gave the fat rubbery nuts one more devastating blow, causing the left one to permanently dent, the comical image plastered on the screen overhead and the audience roared in laughter. He went on to explain that each symbol at the top of the planks represented an ultimate punishment tailor made for each contestant.
After Dominik slammed the proxy testicles until one of them popped out of the sack, the dummy was carted away and the ten real contestants sauntered on stage. All of them were naked, a few of them hard, smiling and waving at the audience as they stood in front of their pre-assigned wooden slabs, their backs against the blanche white wood facing the audience.
The first contestant was Juan, an extremely handsome Latino, somewhat short clocking in at only five foot two, but he was quite muscular - almost like a caricature of a short bodybuilder - sporting a pair of egg-sized nuts. The adorable middle aged man old stood in front of the slab of wood with a snowflake engraved on it as stage hands quickly got to work securing him in place.
Contestant number two was Lorenzo, a tall thirty year old Italian with shoulder length hair and a fit, svelte body. He waved to the crowd as he stepped under the position with an ambiguous round circle on it.
Next was Alex, a twenty-eight year old blonde who exuded cockiness as he strode onto the stage, his truly enormous babymakers literally swinging between his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. The fit lad nodded with unearned confidence as he took his place on stage.
Kabe was next. The thirty-eight year was well over six feet tall with a thick beard that framed his strikingly handsome face. His lack of body fat made his abs stand in sharp relief. His abs were so well defined that one couldn’t help but follow them down to his crotch and his round nuts which were so huge the seemingly shy thirty-year old almost seemed embarrassed by them, holding his hands over his crotch as he walked. His torso and neck were covered with tattoos and his striking cheek and eyebrow bones made his face look like a couture model.
Raphael was next, a jaunty nineteen year old Australian who skipped whilst he walked to purposefully show off his modest yet dense low hangers. The teenager clapped his hands before he took his place on stage and his arms were tied behind his back as he took his place on stage.
Contestant six was Diego, a twenty year old Mexican with blonde tips on the ends of his jet black hair. He was tall with a pair of huge fuzzy nuts that were tight against his body.
The seventh and eighth contestants were Zach and Greg, respectively. Zach was a handsome twenty-three year old blonde with a fit swimmer’s build, a handsome smile and a pair of fat ovals swinging between his sack nearly as low as Alex’s. Greg was a ridiculously handsome British thirty-something with vivid red hair and a medium athletic but not overly-muscular build. His toothy Devil-may-care grin made him look younger than he was and he radiated a sense of optimism and excitement that totally contradicted the grave danger he was putting his manhood in. As his arms were being tied behind his back and his legs secured to the wood slab he was standing in front of he gave the audience one last smile as he waited for the games to begin.
Kyle and Nigel were the final two contestants. Twenty-five year old Kyle was so handsome Dominik was surprised he wasn’t a literal model. The athletic Black man had a set of hefty nuts swinging between his runner’s legs. Nigel was a rugged looking forty-year old with a mess of shaggy black hair on top of his round face, a thick beard and thick black hair covering his pecs and abs and a pair of plump oval nuts stretching his sack nearly bursting between his legs.
As playful music sounded in the area, all ten contestants were secured tightly to their respective white wood slabs. Their arms were tied tightly behind their backs, straps were secured across their chests and abs to hold them upright and in place, their legs were bound wide and spread open by ropes that were wrapped around their thighs, calves and ankles then tied around the back of the posts making them totally incapable of closing their legs. Most importantly all ten pairs of nuts had been forced to the absolute bottom of their sacks by at least a dozen thick silicone rings hugging the necks of their sacks. For the low hangers like Alex and Nigel it was at worst mildly uncomfortable but for contestants like Diego with a naturally tight sack the strong tug was creating an unbearable ache on their boys. Regardless of their natural swing, the rings had achieved their desired effect, causing all ten pairs of heavy testicles to be pulled so far in their bags that the skin was stretched, shiny and looking extremely vulnerable, especially when compared to the bright white, hard surface they were hovering in front of. The cameras panned all of the contestant’s defenseless bags, lingering over each set just long enough for the audience to burst into cheers.
For the player’s benefit, Dominik briefly went over the rules again and pointed out that a scoreboard was also hanging over the audience facing the stage so that the contestants could see their scores.
“...Oh, and one more thing! There are special symbols hidden on the board. Just to keep things fun!”
The screens showed an animation of two 3D stars rotating, one red and one yellow. Text and a pleasant sounding female voice explained each symbol’s purpose.
“A red star will instantly reduce a player’s score to zero and unleash their ultimate punishment!”
Alex gulped.
Dominik flexed his muscles as he eyed the players, lingering over Kabe’s tatted, fit body. The handsome man looked at Dominik pleadingly but that only seemed to fill Dominik with more bloodlust.
“...and if someone finds a yellow star, the score for two random players will drop immediately to zero and they’ll be out of the game.”
The audience whooped in delight as the contestants eyed each other nervously. The game was already going to be a wild crap shoot but the last minute twist of having instant-elimination made the stakes so much higher. Greg was visibly sweating, Juan was shaking though no one could tell since his small muscly body was tied so tightly in place, his legs permanently spread and his fat huevos in full display, easily accessible.
A neon sign lit up telling the audience to applaud, as if they needed any motivation, as Dominik announced they were cutting to a commercial break before the game began. During the break, Dominik and the stage assistants walked up to each player and placed a small bright yellow pill into his mouth and each contestant obediently swallowed it. Kabe seemed especially nervous and his heart was pounding as he felt the pill slide down his throat. Within less than a minute he felt his dick start to get heavy as it started swelling fuller and thicker with each heartbeat. By the time the commercial break was over all ten cocks were at maximum hardness, jutting out away from their bodies and looking so bloated Dominik was surprised some of the fat dicks weren’t bursting like sausages. Whatever drug the contestants had been given was clearly effective; Nigel was so aroused he was moaning as his pumped up cock throbbed sticking out nearly a foot from his body with its huge mushroom head bright red and literally dripping with precum.
“Welcome back!” Dominik announced to the audience at home.
“So we’ve given our studs a little something to keep their cocks out of the way,” Dominik chuckled as he walked up to Alex and grabbed the blonde’s enormous ten inch cock with his hand. Alex gasped in pleasure and his eyes rolled back in his head, he felt like he was going to blow his pent up load just from Dominik’s rough touch.
“...We wouldn’t want those floppy dicks to block the view,”
The camera panned over each contestant's crotch. With their dicks permanently hard and protruding it made the bound hanging nuts look even more endangered. Dominik walked the line checking out each contestant, checking their bindings and gratuitously fondling their horse dicks and defenseless balls.
“Nice set!” Dominik remarked in genuine praise when he got to Kabe. He ran his hands down Kabe’s chiseled, slim stomach until grasping his truly gargantuan fourteen inch dick with both hands, squeezing it viscously.
Kabe let out a gasp of pleasure mixed with a squeal of pain as a stream of precum oozed out of his dick. He moaned despite his growing panic as the drugs made him feel so horny he thought he was going to cum on the spot. Dominik finished his examination by cupping Kabe’s big ball bag in his hands and giving them a playful squeeze.
“I can’t wait to pop these,” he whispered in Kabe’s ear with a twisted malice that filled Kabe’s chest with a quickening panic.
After he was done with his inspection, rousing music ushered in the start of the game. The screens all flashed ‘Round One’.
(more detailed contestant profiles can be found on the Meet the Contestants page here)
Tune in next week for Round 1!
Both of them hated to lose but their mutual respect for each other made the concept of knowing that one of them was about to suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of the other wasn't exactly pleasant. But despite not wanting to ruin the other's career on purpose, they both promised each other they wouldn't hold back.
It was Monday before the big game and Jason and Travis were having their weekly FaceTime call. It was a family tradition and they planned on having another one the following Monday - the day after the Super Bowl - so that the losing brother could congratulate the winner graciously. The two mischievous brothers also decided to make things a bit more interesting with a bet.
Players betting on games was strictly against the rules but the Kelce brothers decided as long as no money was on the line it would be fine...
Jason and Travis loved to play roshambo - an endurance game where guys take turns kicking or punching each other in the nuts until one of them gives up - so of course it would feature into their bet. It was an open secret on the teams they played on that the Kelce brothers were literal ballbusters. They wouldn't (purposefully) jeopardize their careers - or their fellow players' family lines - with an excessively strong low blow, but they sure liked knowing how vulnerable all of those muscle studs were on the field. Both of the brothers were notorious for viscous towel snaps to the junk in their locker rooms and Travis would often online roleplay as himself viscously stomping out whoever he was chatting with or having his own stud nuts cracked. Travis loved the fact that none of the guys he played with realized they were talking to an actual NFL star on the other side of the screen.
"So, let's go over the rules one more time," Jason laughed. Travis had scribbled down the 'rules' of their juvenile bet and read them back.
The brother on the winning team would be able to kick the losing brother once for each point scored by the winning team. So, for example, if Kansas City won with a score of 23, then Travis would be able to use his burly legs to try to de-nut Jason twenty-three times.
"What about overtime?"
Travis nodded. There would surely need to be something special if the game went into overtime.
"If the game goes into overtime, then the loser also gets kicked in the nuts once for each point his losing team scored."
Jason's pants tightened as they both secretly hoped for overtime. They didn't even care which team won since both of the Kelce brothers were complete ball-busting switches. Based on the new rules, if the score ended 23 to 20 in overtime with Philadelphia winning then Travis would have to endure forty-three kicks - the combined score - from his muscular brother.
They further agreed that the contest would be no-holds barred, the losing brother would just have to take their punishment with no stopping once the game began. Although they got off thinking about crushing balls - even if those balls were attached to his brother - the guys did love each other and ordinarily wouldn't dream of doing anything to permanently injure the other on purpose. But this was a very special Super Bowl!
Other rules were established like the loser would need to take the kicks naked, except for his jersey top, and that they would be on their knees with their legs spread. They agreed that the loser's legs would be forced open with spreader bars at their knees and ankles for easy access to their family jewels. Travis, who was especially hardcore, proposed yet another rule: If the winning score was even then the loser's punishment would be double.
The last rule they agreed to was possibly the most consequential. Just like with field goals, only 'good' kicks would count toward the total and it was entirely up to the winning brother to determine if a kick was good or not. A kick would only count if the winning brother could feel and see the loser's heavy nut sack being crushed against their pelvis or bouncing wildly between their legs. Any kicks that were poorly aimed or deflected wouldn't count but to keep the game from going on forever, the winning brother would only get three attempts per turn for a 'good' kick. In theory, that meant that a twenty-kick penalty could turn into a sixty-kick penalty if the winning brother was especially cruel and declared he needed a re-do on every kick. Jason's cock twitched.
"I don't think you'd be able to stay on your knees during that..." Jason laughed.
The leg spreaders would keep the kneeling loser's junk exposed and vulnerable but if the guy just couldn't take anymore and fell over, that could pose an issue. To resolve that, the brothers agreed to have their contest in Travis' basement. He'd setup a playroom behind the bar complete with hooks in the wall he could use to keep a man forced to stand with his arms above his head and his legs spread. They agreed that if the losing brother literally couldn't stay on his knees, he would be hoisted against the wall, forced to stand, while the winner finished out his turn...
"Wait, in that position that makes you pretty vulnerable," Jason chuckled.
"Yeah, that would make you vulnerable once I get you up there!"
"Deal!"
The two agreed that, should the loser's balls prove to be so weak that he needed to be tied standing against the wall, that would open him up to having the rest of his punishment doled out with some of Travis' toys including bats and cattle prods. Travis' cock was rock hard as he pictured his older brother standing against his dungeon wall, his legs spread and arms out of the way, his pendulous nuts totally open for abuse. Meanwhile Jason was imagining Travis in a similarly risky situation, his big nuts ready to be blown open like a piñata.
Once the rules were settled, the two virtually shook hands, waved and ended the call. Both of the Kelce brothers couldn't wait for the big game...
The conclusion is here
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I'm not going to write the conclusion of this until after the Super Bowl. The finale will go up sometime in late February or March. In the meantime, if you want more stories about guys betting on 'the big game' with disastrous consequences for their nuts, you may want to check out The Super Bet series:
The Super Bet: Part 1 - The stakes are set and rules laid down for a Super Bowl night these frat boys will never forget...
The Super Bet: Part 2 - The games begin but how much abuse can a frat boy's nuts take before they...?
The Super Bet: Part 3 - Two fraternity pledges experience the ultimate punishment for losing a bet.
The Super Bet: Part 4 - A wild night ends with four more cracked nuts and one very abused cock.
Hi, everyone! I hope you're having a great year so far. I've been getting requests to publish an 'upcoming posts' list so here it is! 2023 is going to be a ball popping extravaganza (with a few non-permanent, lighter entries). Because I have several stories / posts in draft there are likely going to be other entries throughout the year not on this list so be sure to follow me on Twitter since I tweet out when new content is posted.
Keep sending suggestions and feedback via email trumansmith [at] gmail.com or on the suggestion form. I cannot guarantee that all of them will be written but the feedback really helps since a lot of this year's entries were inspired by your feedback.
Also, I'm always open to guest writers and illustrators (open to sponsoring a commission) so message me if that's something of interest to you and thanks to those who have already reached out.
Gentlemen, I've got some exciting news! The artist who goes by the pen name Whistle has launched his own blog: https://
Whistle's hand-drawn scenes of testicle destruction have been featured in several stories here including New Years Fireworks (castration by firework), Over The Hedge (destruction via hedge clippers), Fraternity Fight (brutal hand-to-hand busting) and Rupture Fest: High Striker (ball busting at the carnival).
Several of you have commented asking where you can find more of his work and now he's satiated our appetites by creating https://
To mark this occasion I am posting an interview Whistle was cool enough to answer over email last year (some content has been lighted edited for clarity).
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Buster: Let's start with the basics. Tell us a little about yourself. Why the name 'Whistle'?
Hey guys! Sorry for the hiatus but a new story will be up Monday 7 November. Enjoy!
In the meantime, here are some links to some of my favorite stories to date. Did I miss one of your favorites? Let me know in the comments.
Why I like it: What's not to like about sibling rivalries, especially between two hot brothers who have a change of heart a little too late... This one was also written in response to a conversation on Twitter (despite this blog going dark for a bit, I am semi-active there so say hello!)
Poppin' Tom Holland's Ball Busting Cherry
Why I like it: Who wouldn't jump at the chance to bust this handsome, very fit actor? A good-natured bust 'em up for those not into permanent damage.
Why I like it: Short but incredibly brutal, looks like those frat boys are at it again! Featuring ridiculously brutal artwork by Whistle. Ever wanted to turn a sack inside out? Here's your chance!
Why I like it: Creative, explosive ball busting, humor and a line of willing victims make this one of my favorites. Family reunions with this bunch are never boring!
Why I like it: An underdog story with a wicked twist! Who says nice guys finish last?
Rupture Fest 2020 - Get Rid of That Junk!
Why I like it: A great story submitted by a reader that remixes one of my short stories into an even more brutal, hot adventure. Gotta' love audience participation :)
Why I like it: A short story featuring a very hot, willing victim and an ambiguous ending you can imagine as a scrotum-shattering mess or something more tame.
Why I like it: A short story that perfectly showcases the masterful artwork of Whistle. Check out the illustrated tag for more of his work.
Why I like it: Short yet brutal (and messy...), highlighting the dangers of dumb youth left to their own devices.
Why I like it: One of my first stories, this one holds a special place in my heart. It is also one of the first appearances of the notorious Amajor University. (This one is especially hot for me because who I imagine to be the victim...)
Cousin Busting and the sequel Simple Gifts
Why I like it: An early story of mine that got an epic, destructive (yet somehow heartwarming?) conclusion nearly two years later.
Rock, Paper, Balls! Roommate Contest
Why I like it: A great mix of brutality, humor, hot guys and situations that comically get out of control while keeping everyone in one piece at the end (until the sequel that is)
Why I like it: For obvious reasons, my stories aren't particularly 'realistic' but this one takes the depravity to a whole other level! It was supposed to be a one-off but spawned an entire ongoing series
Hey guys! Whistle (whose work can be seen here, here and here) has graciously offered to draw a scenario based on one of the classic archetypes of the genre as well as a mystery character!
Ever wanted to have the fate of a guy's balls in your hands? Here is your chance :)
Jock - You're typical young gym bunny with a cocky attitude and a big set of nuts ready to be turned into a protein shake.
Daddy - A Daddy You'd Like to Fuck; a sexy gentleman whose got a huge package and knows how to use it and might just lose it.
Nerd - A handsome nerd whose balls are nearly as big as his IQ. The quiet ones always scream the loudest when their balls are about to burst.
Masked Man - The mysterious ball busing main character in a graphic novel Whistle is working on. I've only seen a few sample panels (which will be published here in the coming weeks) so can't really say much about him. Wanna' know more? Vote for him to win and see what testicle terrors he'll unleash ;)
If you're on a desktop, the poll is on the right. If you're on a mobile, it is at the bottom of the screen. This poll will be up for about a week or so.
Poll results are here.
Okay, that is all. Oh, and here is a snippet of a story exclusively linked through Twitter so if you aren't following you're missing out ;)
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On 20, April 2021 I had a quick poll asking what should be the fate of a hot German gymnast named Dominik should be and with 113 votes the results were:
