tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90538590058482109922012-01-23T00:22:14.660-08:00An archive of ball busting stories taken from the former site bbstories.takethepitch.comnumber2noreply@blogger.comBlogger5531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053859005848210992.post-44805586141767477542007-12-07T07:17:00.000-08:002007-12-07T07:20:16.168-08:00

Okay, y'all have got over 500 stories to have fun with. Leave some comments on the ones you like. Who knows, maybe the authors will read them and write some more... I'm taking a little break but I'll be back in the new year with some more posts. ENJOY!

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By yodaThere I was, putting dishes away when I heard keys being inserted into the lock of my front door. I looked over and in walked my x-girlfriend. She was wearing a small tank-top; I could see the undersides of her huge breasts - her large, dark nipples visible through the material. She was also wearing a micro-mini skirt showing off her perfect legs. “What are you doing here?” I demanded.

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by Yoda! Who could have suspected that our lives were about to be so drastically changed by something so natural that SHOULD be a good thing? It came in the mail with an official government stamp. I couldn’t understand why our President would send a DVD video. I put the DVD into the player and began to watch. The usual Government fanfare followed by the typical introduction of “Mr. Speaker

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By y_n0t_g0_4_1t Tri-Delt was their little sister sorority, so they mixed with them all the time. It didn’t happen every time, but certainly often enough that there was a greater chance for a Teke to get his balls kicked by a Tri-Delt than by anyone else on the planet. The last time Tim got his was on Hell night, just about a year ago. Many of his brothers had not fared so well. In the

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By y_n0t_g0_4_1t It’s not surprising that Katie and her mother Kim thought it was hilarious whenever they got to see a guy get nailed in the balls. They had none of their own, so they had no idea. For them, it was about funny looks on guys’ faces, and big deserving dudes being sent to the floor by girls half their size. Besides, it was just that it was funny – it was empowering to laugh.

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By y_n0t_g0_4_1t I'd like to see some other stories like this. Realistic scenario. Two perspectives. It’s sloppy. I wrote it fast. It might also be a little inconsistent: I wrote he said yesterday and she said today. Enjoy it for what its worth He said: I think everybody knows from age too young to recall that boys have something girls don’t. When I was really little, its apparent

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By y_n0t_g0_4_1t “That’s it” Bobbi concluded, “Poor Cliffy’s gonna get it tonight.” Carla laughed as she raised her drink to cheer her, “I will if you will.” The clink of the glass sealed the deal. “I can’t believe it?!” interjected a mid height chubby but youngish man. “Are you really going to… to…” “To…? To…?” Carla mocked him. “Were you eavesdropping?” Bobbi jumped in, feigning

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By wolfie He stretched open his eyes and felt perfectly comfortable. He was bent over at the waist, staring at the black stone floor, but his head was lying on a soft pillow. His legs were drawn up at the knees and resting in soft rubber greaves of a sort from his knees to his ankles; his feet were free to hang. His arms were bent likewise at the elbows and rested pointing down in soft

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By Wizard Chapter One: Class Dismissed! Today is my favorite day: Initiation of new recruits. I’ve been looking forward to this one for about three months now. I am so worked up I get WET just thinking about it! It’s fun to work with the guys; it’s fun to work the guys over; it’s fun to beat the guys; it’s fun to graduate the guys. But, though it must be obvious that I love this line of

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By WizardChapter Four – The Missing Men I suppose we made a mistake splitting up. If it had turned out differently, it could have been tragic. Only our training and experience saved us. To start at the beginning, we were doing follow-ups. We would call on the recruits that where missing from the second class and find out why they were missing and see if we couldn’t get them to return. We

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By Wizard Chapter Seven: The Inventors Our sales rep did not show his face again. In his place three men showed up. I have no idea what he told them but they all seemed very keen to find out how to improve the target dummy. First in line was Dr. Riseley. He could have been a professor in his nondescript pants, scuffed shoes, tweed sports coat and hastily knotted tie clashing in color

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By Wizard DISCLAIMER: I know next-to-nothing about Voodoo. It’s just a silly story! In all my years practicing the arcane arts of Voodoo, this case might be the strangest. Well, it’s easy to scoff at such seemingly primitive beliefs, but the mind holds a vast and largely unrecognized influence on our thoughts and feelings. Though not always strictly necessary, it helps a great deal if the

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By wizard Here’s a story I have to tell you. It happened to a businessman in Japan. Let’s call him Geoff. Here’s what Geoff told me. So here was Geoff in the middle of Tokyo on a business trip. Lucky him. It meant that his employer would foot the bill - thank goodness. It’s true what they say about the cost of things there! But I know you guys don’t give a damn about business! Geoff

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By Wizard “Well, ain’t this a bitch!” exclaimed Payne. “I log on to this site every day and I haven’t seen a decent story in ages.” Joy stood in the doorway wearing her short pajamas, cup of coffee in her hand. She yawned. “Why don’t you write one?” she asked absently. Payne quickly quit Netscape and mumbled “That’s awright. S’not important.” A bit too quickly, Joy thought. Payne

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By wince Kathy's heart began to race as she realized she was being followed. At this time, in this area of the campus, it was mostly deserted. She quickened her pace, just short of running, to her dorm. Scenes of being attacked danced sharply in her mind. She knew the statistics and didn't want to become one. "SING, SING, SING," she reminded herself. It was the acronym they taught her in

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By voltinky Today is supposed to be my driving practice day. I know my mother and my sister are up to something. I’ve heard them whispering about “the car” and “teaching him a lesson” and then suddenly change the subject when they realized I was covertly listening. I don’t know what’s gonna go down exactly but I have a hunch it has something to do with the videos I’d found in mom’s underwear

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By voltinky Someone said there weren't any new stories. Here is one, tell me what you think, any constructive criticism (as in, what did I do well, what should I do, not do, do more or less of) is in your interest. It was 110 degrees in the middle of July. John really couldn’t stand the heat. He hated it. And that fucking humidity too. For all the 16 years of his life he had hated it. He

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By vegasfox Part I “Hahahahaha...” Andrew’s laughing always rang obnoxiously in her head long after his voice died away. In her 16 years of life, Tina had never come across anyone nearly as annoying and mean as Andrew, the brown haired, lanky boy-next-door. She had been living in this small, rural town just six months and already

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By unknown Morrigan-Hel” is a professional dominatrix who lives in the suburbs of North London. As well as torturing men for money, she and all her female friends amuse themselves by dabbling in the black-arts. “Mmmmm, running low on youth potion,” she commented to herself one morning as she was looking through her supply of potions. “It’s my best-seller amongst the lady witches of North

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By unknown With all the games I've played with girls as a kid, and how easy it was to get them to lift their skirts or touch you, I wonder how things have gone so wrong. My only encounters with girls during sexual maturity involved (believe it or not) getting my balls hammered. It started when I was 14... All the boys in my class would tease girls, sometimes (and frequently) grabbing their

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by unknown This story is true and it happened to me. I think by writing this posting I can better deal with what happened. About ten months ago I started kickboxing and I had done quite well at it. I had been sparring for about seven months and have taken on many other men at my gym. Most of them have more experience than I do. I used to spar a lot with one man that I was pretty well matched

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By unknown Jim had a burning desire to stomp Kim into a grease spot because he was jealous of her. Kim was a 5’11" 135 pound Karate expert, built like a Greek Goddess with a 35D-24-34 body and a deep golden tan, powerful thighs, tight gut and trim ass, long blond hair, and easy going life style. Jim was almost exact opposite: 6'3' and 230 pounds, strong like a bull but with a pot belly that

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By unknown Julie was an assassin, trained to fighting perfection. A supreme martial artist, she was also possibly the most beautiful, sexy, sassy and absolutely gorgeous women on the planet. She was 26 years old, about 5’ 8” with long straight brown hair that shined in the sun. Her eyes were deep blue and sensual. Her ass was perfectly round and plump and smooth. She had luscious softball size

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By unknown Mike walked in the door of his home after a tough day at work. Mike walked in the door of his home after a tough day at work. His wife of two years, Marie, greeted him with a warm smile. “Rough day, honey?” she asked. “The worst,” he groaned. “Well sit down and I’ll fix you a drink. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” Marie soothed. Mike sat and enjoyed his drink and

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by Unknown Colette got up from her chair and leant forward over her desk to reach a French dictionary. I was at directly behind her and I could not help staring longingly at her sexy, tight ass. Colette had the tightest ass in the school and she knew it. She would wear the most skin-tight trousers she could find-so tight, in fact, that as she leaned forward I could clearly see the

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By unknown Jeff sat on the floor at the end of Amy’s bed, resting against the footboard. Amy had her legs slung over his shoulders with her feet resting on his knees. Jeff was intent on his mission of painting each one of her toenails a bright red. “Heh, baby brother, anytime I can give you a ride to the mall, you just let me know. You’re getting awfully good with these pedicures while I can’

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By unknown I had spent the day sunning on the beach, and had actually falling asleep. When I woke up it was starting to get dark and the beach was practically deserted. As I was heading back to my car a group of girls showed up. There was petite redhead and five other girls. They block my way with Red standing directly in front of me. “Hey stud, are you here all by yourself?” asked Red. “

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By unknown One day Katie and Tom were watching TV at Kate’s apartment. Both of them liked to watch a variety of shows, everything from the History Channel to WWF. Tom was 25, about 5’11”, medium build with dark hair. Katie was 24, about 5’6”, shoulder length brown hair and a fairly athletic body. Katie also sported decent sized breasts for a woman with her frame, about a 34C. Tom and Katie

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by Tumor About a year ago Vicky, who had been our housekeeper for four years, quit. I think this story holds the reason why. Vicky is now 30 years old and I heard she recently got married and pregnant. I saw her at the mall last week and she hasn't changed since the time she worked for us: quite short, firm in the right places, tanned. She's terribly saucy, but however always wearing tons of

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By tumor The following short story is based on true events, but the busting is exaggerated: I was lying on my back; naked and on a sort of piece of canvas. I had almost fallen asleep and hadn't heard her come in, she said: "Hi, I'm Cindy. Ann tells me you're into feet?" Raising myself on my elbows, I said: "Sure am," and looked down at hers. "You even like to get kicked…" Saying this, she

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By tonyww This is not a true story. I can't see myself doing this but good domination. It was a movie clip that I had to put into words. So I'll try to keep it short and sweet like all stories should be.Cindy was a just a normal small town girl. She worked at a law firm downtown in the skyscraper sector. She met what seemed to be the guy of her dreams. His name was, oddly enough, Tony.

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By Toddt I have been into the fetish of Ball Busting (or for that matter, female domination) for as long as I can remember. I had thought that ever finding such a woman who enjoyed abusing her man in such a way was simply an impossible dream, a myth, kind of like tales of the mythical Amazons. Great mind candy but only existing in ones fantasies. That was until I met my present girlfriend. I

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By tirsomaly1979 My name is Shawn. I work at a Rich's Pizza in Salem, Oregon. Rich's is owned by a man named Rich but he is never there. He pays Jill and Brandy to run the place. They are my managers. I have worked for Jill and Brandy for five years and I still get paid minimum wage. I want to quit but I'm too afraid. Jill and Brandy are mean to me. I will tell you some

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By tirsomaly Chapter 1 Truth or Dare His father died fifteen years ago. His mother had been raising him and his sister ever since. Allen was a healthy seventeen year old boy. He was in pretty good shape, with built pecs and a noticeable six-pack but he was also pretty shy, so he had a hard time dating girls. Allen’s sister Hannah was two years younger than him; she was about five feet,

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By tirsomaly Jim was a marketing executive for a major US corporation. He was a fairly successful man. He had a nice BMW, which he was too cheap to get full coverage on, and lived in a nice, but expensive apartment in the city. He was working late one night because of some extra paperwork that needed to be done. He finally got done with his work at around eleven pm. There was nobody in the

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By thickalan I haven’t always been a ball-breaker. It took years of training and abuse by three older brothers. As the precious baby girl, the apple of dad’s eye, I was always protected. When he died tragically when I was twelve, my life changed. Somehow all the angst in the house seemed to stem my way. I was in a horrible position. The twins, Paul and Tim, took it out on me the worst. It

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by the_end This is the transcript of a nice cybersex adventure I had a bit ago. I've (obviously) changed the login names to preserve both our anonymity, but I think you'll still enjoy. I've done just the very tiniest bit of editing (for clarity), but otherwise this is, I suppose you could say, a "non-fiction" work.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Maria smacks

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By tempest Sun angled in through the skylight, just enough that it lightened his closed eyes and woke him. He shifted slightly, and rose on one elbow to take in the smells of the cool city morning. Beside him lay Linsey, the wonderful woman he’d just met at Vincent’s weekend party on the river. They had swum and kayaked all day Saturday, then later danced a little and told stories around the

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by TargetpracticeHi all, I am going through some exercises to get over my writers block, and a friend of mine recommended to me that I freewrite. So, I thought I would offer this story to the board: I boarded the plane from Los Angeles to Amsterdam, in the Netherlands bustling with excitement to be in the capitol of it all-sex, drugs, and non-stop partying. I had talked about going to

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By tall_pete When I entered adolescence I spent much of my time focused on two fantasies, one pretty mainstream and the other, well, not. The first was to have a hot girl live next door to me. The second, to have a girl bust my balls. To my complete shock I achieved the first in my freshman year of high school and below is how I wished that had transitioned to my second fantasy. For those

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By tall_pete I recently realized I haven't written a story in a very long time. I sort of have a long one in the works, but it takes too long. I never have that much time to sit down and write. Mostly because it takes me so damn long… Anyway, here is another example of what should have happened in a situation if it were a perfect world. As always, feedback is welcomed.First the real story.

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By tall_pete Here is my first story in a while. Let me know what you think. I like it (then again I wrote it...) but I'm not sure it is worth continuing. Sometimes the buildup is more fun that the real hard core part. This way we all get to imagine what we would want to happen in the next room. But let me know what you think. Is it better to do another build-up with a different scenario

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By tall_pete Ok, taking longer than I thought. Here is Trish's part of the match against Anna. Anna's part coming up, and then Carmen. I should make them shorter, but I can't do a bout justice without getting wordy. As always, please let me know what you think.Trish was excited. She had been yearning for the chance to trump that little tart since she had lost to Anna a year ago. She knew

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By tall_pete I haven't written in ages and had about two hours to kill while I procrastinated this afternoon. Here is the result. This is pure fiction in case you couldn't tell... I had a great thing with a girl named Corey for a while when I was a sophomore in college. It was my first real-life bb experience but it spun out of control fast. Corey was truly a tramp, and I mean that in

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By tall_pete (in response to http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/2007/09/facing-his-weakness-hard-way.html) Dude, I don't get you. If you are so against getting busted, why come to a busting forum? Is it because you just don't understand the desire to be busted? But that doesn't make sense either, because your first story caught the essence of what many people here seek, myself included

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By tall_pete I had a very cool experience yesterday. Maybe ten times a year or so when I've got nothing to do, I get a yearning to go to a strip club. I don't go to the fancy ones downtown where the girls are gorgeous, but they know it, make more money than I do, and know they don't have to do much to get money thrown at them. I go to one just outside the city where the girls are still good

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By tall_pete Hi all. I know I am behind in my promised work for BBqueen 2003. The path I chose to take was to follow the winners of each bracket though their matches. My brackets are Miscellaneous and Music. This is the first two of Trish Stratus's bouts (the Misc champ.) The next should be coming soon. Then I will move to Christina Aguilera, the champ of the music area. I may then try

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By tall_pete Trish sat down in the first row to watch. She put her robe back on and leaned back, reasonably pleased with her performance. Anna strutted down the aisle in a short tennis skirt and a low-cut, skin-tight tank top. She gave her come hither grin to all the guys. Trish wanted to slap it offer her impish face. Anna strutted around the ring, playing with her

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by Suzy When I was in college, I worked at a local strip joint to put myself through school. We did lap dances, or friction dances, for $20 a song and we didn't take off our bottoms. Talk about the perfect job- I get to tease and play with so many guys cock and balls and they paid me big bucks. I made a minimum of $2000 every weekend night. I always denied them a release unless I liked them and

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by Suzy Hi guys! Hope you are ready for another true story. But promise me you will do one thing for me- that while you read this true story; you will jerk off for me. Promise? OK. but before I tell you about this true story from my past, I want to know whether you guys are only interested in ballbusting stories or whether some of my hot sex adventures will be of interest to you. I mean,

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By superball_king Two weeks ago, two beautiful ladies, Patricia and Christina placed a bet with me. They wore high heeled shoes to kick my balls four times in my house. If I could still stand up after the ball kicking, I could do anything including making love with them. As they were not very tall and strong, about 5'3" and around 100 lbs but I was very strong, about 6' and around 190 lbs. My

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By Sturgeon The following scenarios deal with violence of a sexual nature. If reading this sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, I don't think you should. Jeanine: The first time I crushed a guy's balls was when I was playing with my older brother. He was thirteen at the time and two years older than me. We were sort of rolling around wrestling...and he used to kill me because he was

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By Stu Schwartz Here's an embarrassingly bad story I wrote as a frustrated college freshman. It's silly, but I thought it was fun when I found it so I figured I should share it. Yes, it's dumb... “Fuck,” she said. “These boots are killing me.” They'd been walking for at least an hour from the Halloween party. Cindy knew she shouldn't have borrowed her roommate's boots. The shitties were

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By stockings A few weeks ago I was driving along a busy road taking my daughter to a party. On the pavement was a fantastic looking woman, around 30, wearing a short skirt, tan stockings and black sling-back court shoes with 4" stiletto heels. She looked so good I even turned my head while driving to maximize the time I could look at her. It took me around fifteen minutes to continue the

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By stockings This story starts about two months ago when a lady I e-mailed as a member of a Yahoo Ballbusting club actually replied. I realized from her profile that she lived close to myself, but was surprised by her lengthy reply (unlike the usual twenty words or so). Over a period of weeks we wrote most days, negotiating the parameters of a potential meeting, until one day, she actually

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By Stacy This is a very true story about an old friend of mine. For whatever reason, I have always been fascinated with ball-busting, and I believe it originated in my childhood. I had accidentally swung my hand into a schoolmates balls one day and have since been in love with the hobby. Of all the times I’ve hurt a guys balls, this is one of the most memorable. If I titled it, it would have

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By speedycj1 Hey Everyone, I haven't posted a story here in years (probably a good five or more) so I thought I would pass along a true story I had gone through a few months ago and make some more contributions to this board! For those who need a visual to help make the story more vivid a picture of the mistress I had the session with is at http://bbgroups.tlcnet.com/files/7/137/496_C.jpeg

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By speedycj1 Dan was your typical college senior, a bit cocky, athletic and ready to take on the world. Dan was a communications major at school specializing in journalism and was looking to become an intern at a newspaper or magazine for the summer. With rugged good looks and his buffed 6’2” frame he knew that he looked the part, now he was hoping his brains would help him land a good

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By speedycj1 Hey everyone, The following story is based on a combination of true events and some fantasy sprinkled in. Obviously some of the details have been fabricated to make a better story :). It's my first story in a few years, so hopefully I’ll be able to contribute more to the forum. Here it goes… enjoy! Shoe boxes surrounded the floor as AnnMarie's eyes lit up with delight. “Ooh,

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By speedycj1 It was the first meeting of its kind. A community whose members reside in complete anonymity had agreed to show face and mingle with each other. They were bound by a common interest, albeit a normally secretive one, but now had the opportunity to put faces to the many names they have known, but never met for years. The setting was a hotel in New York City. A conference room had

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By speedycj1 Antonia waited patiently as the line for Santa slowly snaked before her on a Friday evening. Antonia was clearly the only adult on the line waiting to see Santa without a child as little children anxious to tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas surrounded her. Impatient mothers shuffled their feet and let out sighs as each child sat in what felt like an eternity on Santa's lap

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By speedycj1 Just wrote this tonight, inspired by the fabulous women in my office... hope you enjoy! As usual, feel free to offer any comments/criticism etc. Jennifer was your average 28 year old working professional. Somewhat content in her job, slightly underachieving and vastly underpaid for her age, she simply was coasting around until she had her first child in a year or two and could

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By speedycj1 Part 4: Chris’ Beatdown Continues “Is he dead?” laughed Colleen as she stood over Chris’ body and poked him with her heel. Chris was still passed out on the floor after Stacey and Kelly’s beatdown about an hour prior. Chris didn’t even hear his girlfriend Katie come home and had no idea two of her friends, Colleen and Jamie, were with her. All three girls were very

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By speedycj1Part 7: Self Defense Lesson Continues Chris was badly hurt by Jamie’s extended squeeze attack but assured Sharon he could continue. The girls continued to whisper about Jamie’s sudden vengeful attack on Chris as Sharon tried to restore order to her class. “Ok ladies, let’s continue,” urged Sharon as the girls stopped chatting and lined back up at attention. Chris struggled to

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By Speedy(sequel to http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorority-hell-week.html) This is the third chapter in my installment of sorority ballbusting girls. Let me know what you think!It is had been three days since Kim and Kelly last busted a guy’s balls and they had been spending their time picking out a new victim. Both girls loved their new passion and were possessed by the

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By somberhaysoil Warning: This story involves castration. The air was humid that day, as Jared sat in class, overwhelmed with boredom. His young teacher Mrs. Calloway was teaching about fractions and Jared's mind was starting to wander. Mrs. Calloway dropped her chalk on the ground. She bent over to pick it up. Jared happened to be sitting in just the right place, and he was able to see

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by somberhaysoil The smell of burnt popcorn filled the room. Brooke, Anna, and Dawn sat idly watching America’s funniest home videos. “A warning to men, the next series of clips may be alarming, and scary. Viewer discretion is advised,” A man is seen walking on a balance beam. He trips, and lands with his legs straddling the beam. He falls to the ground in the fetal position. The girls broke

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By sippy Hey all, this is my first completed story. I'd love feedback, especially if there are any women who read it. Also, as a note, the story contains drug usage and sex. None of the characters are underage and the work is completely fiction. It's kinda long winded and the busting doesn't happen until the end, if that's all that you're looking to read. I hope you like it. Delivering

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By sikako Hi guys, Sag said a while back he would write about bb in Iran, but while we’re waiting I’ve got a fantasy story that I thought up that I thought you might enjoy. Read on! Habib was hot. It was the height of summer, and the sun was beating down with full intensity. Here in the hills of northeastern Iran, the sun seemed to reflect off the dark rocks, making them hot enough one

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By SandMan My beautiful wife, Jennifer, is a true, admitted ball buster who receives a sexual rush whenever she drops a man. Her biggest passion is kicking men in the balls, but punches and knees are fine entertainment for her as well. I met Jennifer at school when we were both teenagers. She had learned at an early age how vulnerable men's groins were and with only slight provocation, even

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By Sam P My ex girlfriend, Sophia was really into feet. I went to see her one night after work. She asked me if I wanted a drink. I said, “Sure, juice would be fine.” What I did not know is she added some date rape drug to my juice. When I awoke I was naked, tied and bound. She was standing over me in a victory stance, one foot on my throat. She laughed at me and said, “Hey Sam, let’s

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by sag In a big house out of town a beautiful 35-year-old woman named Linda was sitting and watching TV. She wasn’t feeling good that night. She felt cold. She went upstairs and grabbed a skintight and pantyhose. Then she sat down to watch a film, an action film. She saw how the actress in the film defended herself by kicking and punching her opponent balls. She suddenly felt she liked the

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By sag It was Friday noon. John finally showed up at work. He was limping and once in a while he had to stop and catch his breath. He noticed there are a few men around. Mostly he would see women going back and fort. Some of them say hi and some of them giggle when they saw him. ‘Could Rosa make this public?’ he thought to himself. He went to his cubical, Sat down slowly. A secretary girl was

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by sag Hi. It is me sag. I haven’t finished the ballbusting in the village yet, but some thing happened to me that I want to share. I met this girl whose mother is from my homeland and her father is Canadian. She is so cute. She lives by her self now, and I told her about my fetish. Now I write stories about her and not all of them are true. Here goes. Last month I was so pissed off. I didn’t

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by sag The story that I am about to tell is about two girls, 25-year-old cousins who came to Canada in winter of 1999 with a boy named John who was their friend’s brother. John had decided to live in Canada too, and they all traveled together. The cousins looked alike as twins, not very tall and great asses. They chose their city of Vancouver for living, in a poor area of out side of town. They

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By sag Note to guys. This is a long story and the ball-busting part is far apart. It was a hot summer day, mid July in the capital of Iran, Tehran. It was time for the young teens to go out and play. The noon time was too hot so everyone would come out in the evening. But only guys came outside. And girls... well they stayed inside watching the boys. They didn’t come out at that time,

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by Sag Winter, end of March, a small village in BC north of Canada. There was a small restaurant which called winter sisters. There were only three workers working there: Linda, Diana and Rose. All had big butts held tight in stirrup tights because of the cold. They were the only restaurants there and they earned a lot of money. Each night Rose closed and they start to count money. On a Sunday

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By rocketeer It was my eight grade year. I was making the transition from being a confused seventh grader to a cocky immature eighth grader. It's a confusing time, as people are changing, both physically and mentally. I was average for my age-height wise, bulk wise, and sexually speaking. In eighth grade, most kids are still curious about the opposite sex. I was no exception, and

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By rocketeer (sequel to http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/2007/08/teaching-teacher-part-1.html) Joe cringed as Teya fondled his swollen jewels in her soft hands. He was definitely in a predicament, on the ground, hands bound behind his back and pants around his ankles. There stood a beautiful 11th grader who just kicked him in the testicles. Teya let go of his balls and again walked

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By rocketeer This story is a work of fiction, and all minors involved are fictional. It was the summer after I graduated, and I was 18, almost 19. I lived in my parents’ house in a suburb, next to a vacant lot, which provided space for various activities, which all neighbors utilized. Since my sophomore year, I had started to fantasize about submission, and also exhibition. Still, I was a

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by Robin Hi y'all. Been studying, so haven't filled you in on the Sisters and our slaves in KDK Sorority. Last Saturday, we had a ball – he, he, pardon the pun. Our stable of stud slaves is now ten. We prepared them for a little intersorority competition by getting them nice and hard and then tying their cock to their stomach with duct tape (what else?). This left their balls nice and exposed

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By punchy It is some time far in the future, and the first woman has been elected President of the United States. Shortly after her election, she issues an executive order terminating all male law enforcement officers, making both the civilian and military police a completely female force. She says that it's to stop an unusually high incidence of police brutality that started occurring

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By Pseudonym Our relationship started off normal enough (Tina's her name). We dated a few times, saw a few movies, you know... just had a good time. After about a month, she invited me to stay the night. Needless to say, it was lovely. This went on for about a year. We learned what each other like, where to touch and when. It was about that time when she seemed to want me to get "rougher."

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By popped_nuts Paul awoke with a start. He franticly fumbled for his clock. Ten o'clock! He had overslept! He was supposed to be up making breakfast over two hours ago. He jumped out of bed in a panic. His mother would be furious. The last time he had overslept she had dragged him out of bed by his hair, yanked his shorts down and put him over her knee and proceeded to spank him like a small

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By popped_nuts Eric was glad to be home. The last few weeks had been crazy. For girls at his school, ballbusting was their favorite past time. Nut kicking was practically the school's number one sport. It was a common sight to see a guy doubled over holding his aching sack or walking bow legged down the hall to keep his swollen nuts from rubbing together. The unsurprisingly all female staff of

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By Pleasure Seeker Chapter 1 Greg and Rachael had only been dating for about three months. It had only taken them four dates before they started fucking, about normal for Greg and faster than usual for Rachael. Greg was coming up to 24; he had blond hair and was a fit medium build, just under six-foot. Rachael was 20, good looking, kind of cute with it; she had light brown shoulder length

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by philco The military man with a chest full of medals had always been a closet masochist. His résumé reflected this. Early in his career, he volunteered for multiple infantry in Korea and Vietnam. Along the way, he earned commendations for bravery and his strategic genius had him well on the path to General. At 50, he made 3-star and by the ripe age of 57 he was promoted to 4-star General.

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By peterPART I A beam from the sky streaked through the solemn dark clouds of the night and crashed into abandoned lot number 23A. The dirt was immediately cast aside by the unyielding force and scorching heat of the beam to reveal several reinforced titanium plates below. In moments the beam had punched through them too and after a minute the beam faded. With that the final male resistance

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By peter PART I Ever since the development of biological weapons the potential to wipe out the human race has existed. More to the point so has the potential to wipe out specific races. In 2092 a German scientist (male of course, only a male would do something so foolish) developed the Y-missile, a missile which targeted the Y-chromosome of human males. Seeing as women don’t have a

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Pete O'Byachick My last story was about 60% true; this tale is the real deal: I didn't have to make up a thing.When I was around 10 years old, we moved from a modern suburban environment to a podunk hick town in the Midwest. We only stayed there two years before we got sick of the backwardness and fled once again to civilization. But my 5th and 6th grade years were spent in that little hick

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Posted by Pete O'Byachick A semi-true story (A little color has been added for the purpose of artistic license, but the basic event actually occurred, I am ashamed to admit.) My ex-girlfriend and I were hosting a birthday party for her niece in my backyard. The little girl had just turned eight years old, and she had a bunch of screaming little girl friends over. It was anarchy

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by Painseeker (sequel to http://bbstories-number2.blogspot.com/2007/08/co-ed-prize-fight_10.html)CHAPTER TWO: SUNDAY MORNING AT THE DOJO The ringing of my telephone woke me up the next morning. I had a hard time sleeping. The excitement kept me up the whole night, and I couldn't wait until Monday. Also, I masturbated a lot about Megan and her feet, and I was spent. I wasn't exactly in the

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by The Overfiend Hey everyone. This is my first time posting a story on this board. In fact, this is the first ballbusting story I've ever written, so any kind of feedback is definitely welcomed. I won't waste your time with saying much else, except the warnings and information that people like to see. In case you missed the subject title it's FF/m (Two dominant females and submissive male),

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By overfiend Fair warning: this story is not strictly ballbusting. It also contains element of extreme forced cunnilingus, so, if that isn't your thing... Mark closed the apartment door behind him and hurriedly shucked off his clothes, as much for the ungodly summer heat as for Akiko. He had made it back home before her, but he knew that if she had been there that she would have commanded

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By nuwanda This is a real story, it happened to me yesterday (actually today, since it was at 6am or something like that). I am 20 years old, and I had never been busted before. Many girls tried to hit me there, but they missed, so it practically didn't hurt at all. At first I didn't know if that was what was happening, or if girls hitting me there when I was aware of it didn't hurt me (

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By nuwanda This is my first story. If you could send honest feedback, I'd appreciate it. Thanks. A few weeks ago I had lent a mixed CD to the sister of a friend of mine. My family knows her family, that's how I know her. To my surprise, I ran into her when I went dancing with a friend a couple days ago. She's not what most people would call beautiful, but I think her body's fine. She's

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By nutcracker sweet Howdy! Here's a little tale for y'all. Hope it's not too long. Sorry guys, I didn't write this whole thing, I had a little help from a friend! "Horseshoes? Hah! The day that I can't beat a couple of backwoods midgets at horseshoes is the day that I'd let 'em feed me my own cum!” Noodles Macdoneitagain bellowed, scratching his nuts and leering at the two women before him

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By nutcracker sweet With the neighborhood kids seemingly done with their Trick-or-Treating you settle down on the couch, your balls wrapped in a silk sash and with a fistful of baby oil you start to stroke yourself, as Elvira camps it up on the television. Hot damn, you think, that Mid-western Viking has sure got some big knockers. You giggle, thinking, I bet that sawed-off runt in Mudville

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By nutcracker sweet (part 1-2) With one foot up on the log, I stoop to finish lacing up my moccasin-boot. Finely tanned doe-skin boots up to my knees. Over these, for sturdiness with stealth, a pair of low moccasins made from stout bull-hide. I stand and turn to you, standing there hunched over with your balls clamped in the Humbler, naked save the studded leather dog collar around your neck.

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By nutcracker sweet PROLOGUEWhen I got Sniffer's e-mail I called him at his hotel room, and we chatted for awhile. I found him to be charming, witty, and, yes ladies, sensual, so I agreed to meet with him. After we hung up, I put on a denim skirt and a short black-leather vest under a denim blouse. Believe me; I don't have to worry about pendulous breasts spilling out. I pulled on a pair of

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