Would Like to Know A Bit About Your Backgrounds

[misterjover]

Personally I prefer bloodless content, but it is quite ridiculous that other people can decide wether or not you use tomatosauce in your pornshoots.

I really appreciate the work you do. Many of your movies are to my liking.

It has crossed my mind to start creating content in a professional way myself, but I did not do it, because of the obvious reasons.

I am intrested in your personal story, how did you get started with doing what you do ? I bet you did not just wake up one day and started calling some people to make erotic content. What was the process you went through to get where you are now ? And is it still a hobby or are you allready able to quit your dayjob ?




Thanks for asking, mick_sl8ter. I started this thread so that I can explain a bit about my background and hopefully hear about what some of you folks do as well. I am just a regular guy like most of you, and I started trying to break into the adult film industry during my last year of graduate school to film ballbusting.

I hired girls, using credit card cash advances, school loans and other forms of unsecured debt lol. After 6 months of filming, I launched ballbustingpornstars.com, and it has been up and running since July of 2008.

To make a long story short, I am the laughing stock of the adult industry, and everyone thinks that I have weird and sick fetish, but some girls really enjoy kicking me in the nuts and biting my genitals. In addition to ballbusting and genital biting, I have a thing for feet, boots, high heels, sweaty armpits, cheerleaders and castrations!


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I am a webmaster by trade, and I still maintain a regular dayjob to pay off my student loans and sharpen my skills at programming, marketing and graphic design. I film at my studio during the evenings and weekends with a small staff of perverts who work for free since they enjoy ballbusting as well.

In my personal life, I am a father of 2 very bright young boys, and I have a very understanding wife who is a full time mom.

Please share a bit about yourselves here, and feel free to explain some of your fetishes as well.

[mick_sl8ter]

Thank you misterjover for sharing a little about your personal life.
I hope many other people do the same, because I (and I hope many others out there) find it intresting to read people their personal stories.
It helps to bring understanding to the reason why we do the things we do.

Hoping that other people will follow, here is a little background about me:

I am also just a normal guy, maybe a little less normal than most, but all together pretty normal. I live my pretty dull life working as a software developer. And believe it or not, even I have found myself a loving woman.

But my life has not always been going well.
Now I live in Amsterdam, but as a kid I grew up on a farm.
My parents decided to buy a farm, of course because they liked it, but also because they thought it would benefit me.
Until the age of 3 or 4, I would not say much at all. And long after that untill I was 15 or 16 I never seemed interested in making any social contact.
Of course the other kids in the neighbourhood and at school thought I was weird and they started to pick at me. Verbal stuff they said did nothing to me, because I was so focussed on my own, that I completely ignored their world. This would sometimes enrage them, but I could not comprehend that I did something to make them angry. For me it was like people were just aggressive and apparently they had to take it out on me. I could not understand why.

All I knew was how to successfully defend myself, during another 'random' attack. Lucky for me I was always a little bigger and stronger than most kids my age and I loved martial arts because it empowered me even more. For me growing up it was not uncommon to walk out of school and be attacked by 3 or 4 guys at least 3 times a month. Looking back I am proud to say that overall I did more damage than damage was done to me.

The incident that probably triggered my parents into moving out to a farm, was me being attacked by half the kids of the neighbourhood and my entire school class. They really messed me up bad. The next day when I was still injured I saw one the guys that lead the attack walking alone. I ran after him with a hard plastic drinking cup that was in my hand and I broke his skull and broke his teeth. He was in the hospital for 1 week.

For a while nobody would get in my way, but stones were being thrown at our house as an indication that a very negative spiral had begun.
At that moment back then I was actually glad we moved out.

I have always been a very sexual person. Because I was so quiet as a kid, women would always think I was cute and they would cuddle me. And if they had nice big boobs, I would not mind at all ;)

When I was 5 years old I had a live-size nude playmate poster in my room.
I was totally in love with that woman :). At that time I could not explain my feelings. One time when I was not at home my mother found out I had that poster and she threw it away. She said she did not do it, but I was so mad at her. I searched the house for days. :D

Ever since I was 11, girls my age began to show an intrest in me. These relationships explain my intrest in femaledom. Because I was quiet and had very little social skills, almost always these girls would make contact with me. I did not turn them down, but I also did not know how to respond in a normal way. So what happened was that they took the lead in exploring sexuality and I just went along. Too bad for me, the farm I lived on was in the middle of nowhere so it was too far away to bring the girls there.
I also never had a girlfriend as a teenager, these were either just random 'sexual' contacts with these girls, or femaledom kind of relationships.
Because the dominant girls would not stop their intrest in me when I did not respond, they sort of demanded I would give them attention. Or maybe they gave me sexual attention because they felt sorry, I dont know.:)

Finally when I was 17 or 18 years old, I decided to be succesful in life I needed to work on my social skillz. And after some struggling I was able to make normal social contact and I was no longer immediately considered weird by other people. From that period on, I was able to get many girls. Also because I had made good friends with the most populair guys, by becomming socially acceptable.

But I always remained submissive in sexual relationships, and I am attrackted to dominant women and vice versa.

Except some one-night stands, my relationships with women would almost always involve ballsqeezing, ballpulling, ballsucking and ballbiting, besides the regular sex of course. I hardly ever asked for it, I just kinda let them know I enjoy what they do (ask for harder), and then they would continue.

My obsession with ********** goes back to growing up on a farm.
(Besides the woman I have been with for many years now, I have never mentioned this sexual 'desire' of being threathend with ********** in any other sexual relationship.)

My mother has fucked me up in this one :D.
I was 12 years old, living on a farm, no girls anywhere (besides at school) to direct my sexual attention to. My parents room would have a television,
and they were out that night, so I felt asleep in their bed watching television. Normally I would be put in my own bed and wake up there the next morning. But this time my parents came back in the middle of the night and my father decided it would be easier to just sleep in my bed.
Early in the morning, it was still half dark outside I woke up to find myself sleeping next to my mother who was not wearing anything but panties(thong).
I cuddled her and secretly felt her boobs. I was a stupid 12 year old oversexed boy with a morning erection in his pyjamas. Then after thinking about it for maybe 30 minutes, I decided to move my hands and gently feel her pussy. She was wearing panties I could not remove (THANK GOD).
Her pussy was wet and she was asleep and moaning real quiet.
Then I got out of bed and I was thinking to myself what the fuck is happening here, this is sick ! But 12 year old boys with a hard-on don't have much moral issues, so I removed my pyjamas and underwear and got back under the sheets. She was lying on her back and again I felt her boobs and pussy(over her thong, that I luckily could not remove). Then I took her hand and made her touch my erection. At that moment she rolled over with her back towards me. I freezed, I was so shocked. I thought this is bad. But nothing happened she seemed asleep. I would have stopped right there and slowly get out of bed, but then she pressed her ass against my hard cock.
Instinctively I started making slow fucking movements against her ass.
I touched her breasts and several times I tried to remove her thong to get my dick in, something in which I did not succeed, thank God !
She was softly moaning all the time and in my crazy 12 year old mind, I thought she enjoyed this. This went on for a period of time. And after a while I gave up and started staring to the ceiling, thinking what the fuck is hapenning here, what was I doing ? The sunlight enlighted the room from the edges of the curtains and after about 15 minutes my mother, without turning back to face me, apparently awake, asks me to put on some water for tea. I applied and went to the kitchen and made some tea.
She sat in bed, as if nothing happened drinking her tea. I bet if I did not say anything, nothing would have happened either. I was totally stressed out and told her I was sorry. Then she asked about what. She asked me what happened. I could not answer, I just repeated and almost cried that I was very sorry. Then she got very mad. She did not yell, but she called me bad names. She took me to the kitchen, which was almost next to my parents bedroom. There she yanked my balls out of my pyjamas as if she wanted to pull them off and she grabbed a kitchen knife. She was very serious and I had to promise her this would never happen again or she would cut it all off. Then she left the kitchen and I remained there.
At that time I picked up the kitchen knife and I stood there crying and I thought about killing myself right there, with the knife on my wrist.
Of course I did not do it, days went by, weeks went by, years went by.
My mother never mentioned it again. Me neither. It took me about 5 years to realize this was it. There would be no further consequences. All that time I lived in fear and the relationship with my mother was based on fear and mistrust.

Such an event somehow has quite an impact on your sexual desires.
That is how I explain my obsession with **********.

I hope you all liked reading my personal story and feel like sharing your own personal story here. :bananad:

[johnny_cockNballs]

OK. I bump this post.
mick_sl8ter put in a lot here. So give a kudos. :bananajum

What to say...

It is a lot to put in here personal things, mind/thinking.

I want to put in post here, but prefer "anonymity" of forum/internet.

Actually, I think... I have first BB blog on internet. It was called Tamahimeden. That mean "Ballbust Princess." That was started in 1996. Remember Windows 95 and 56k modem?

OK. I will think more to put in here. I will do it later, sorry about that. :cryingblu

[FetishCOD.com]

Thanks to both of you for sharing so much information. Without going into huge detail, my Femdom desires started early in school, seeking out the girls that it seemed would dominate me and then proceeding to annoy them until they would kick me, sit on me, whatever as long as they were on top and I was suffering underneath them. As I got older and the girls stopped doing that, I pretty much forgot about it until later in adulthood where it all came roaring back and now, here I am. :ibow4u:

[aniMALE]

ehi mick sl8ter, did you ever see your mother ********** farm animals?

[Alec Anaconda]

Thanks for sharing, Mick.

Human biology and society’s rules are now dramatically out of kilter.

Nature gives you the equipment, your DNA demands its continuation, but adults just ignore this problem.
Powerful needs must surface, and the mutual unwarranted guilt is hard to discard.
Maybe it is time to talk to her about the unmentionable.

The gods inflicted puberty on my body far too early; a man’s genitalia was inappropriate for a nine year old boy.
Even now, I feel unable to write about my early experiences in a public forum.
Suffice it to say, without anyone to guide me in sexual matters, my tastes developed as they have.

Alec Anaconda