Sunday, September 21, 2025

It has been more than a decade since I started this page. I am now in my 40s, with crow's feet etching the corners of my eyes. Life has gotten in the way of creative writing—corporate deadlines, midnight flights, and the constant packing and unpacking as I moved through rain-slicked European streets for work. But finally, I have spent the last few weeks relaxing at home, fingers dancing across my keyboard in the golden afternoon light.


I went through all my unpublished work, manuscripts stacked like small towers on my desk, and discovered I have written more than 100 short stories, novellas, and such. Consensual and nonconsensual. Brutal, always brutal—the kind that leaves readers breathless and squirming.


I will keep this page up but decided to focus on my Patreon page for long format and detailed stories that read like suspense novels, where tension builds paragraph by paragraph until it snaps like a bone. Of course, always on our favorite topic of men getting beaten by women, or other men (for the readers of M/M who enjoy the exquisite dance of masculine vulnerability).


I also revised Caroline Springs (the mind-blowing conclusion where the Dunphy girls finally exact their revenge, you have to check out), My Best Friend's Dad, and included Kendra's story in a 3-part compendium that follows her journey from victim to victimizer. I also have my first consensual ballbusting story, The Patriarch, where power is surrendered rather than taken.


Please visit: https://www.patreon.com/ballpain


I have at least 80 stories scheduled to publish every week at the Patreon site, each one more intense than the last.


And as usual, I can write custom for you, tailoring every blow to your specifications. Email me at NSX3400@gmail.com


I also have books on Amazon, The Sisterhood, Books 1 & 2, and The Sisterhood of Caroline Springs, where the women's vengeance spans generations.

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It has been more than a decade since I started this page. I am now in my 40s, with crow's feet etching the corners of my eyes. Life has ...