Thursday, October 30, 2008

Auditions – round 2: Cillian vs. Nestor

“You don’t know each other, right?” I said and smiled at the two opponents.

Nestor, a 23 year old Latino with long, straight black hair and a ponytail, was wearing blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He had an innocent, smooth, young face, but the black leather jacket and his heavy black boots told a different story, as did the two scars on his face. There was a small scar on his forehead and a bigger one on his left cheek. He had called himself a streetfighter, and there was little doubt where he had gotten these scars…

Cillian was the same age as his opponent. He was Irish, with a thick accent, short red hair and a friendly, attractive face. He was quite small, appearing fragile and almost tiny next to Nestor. He was wearing sneakers, some tight grey trousers and a green shirt.

“Nestor, meet Cillian”, I said.

They shook hands and eyed each other.

Nestor chuckled and cracked his knuckles.

Cillian smiled weakly.

“Alright”, I said and walked across the room until I stood behind my cameraman Chad.

Nestor smirked at Cillian. He adjusted his crotch and ran his hand over his chest, but Cillian didn’t seem to be very impressed.

The Irish boy unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his lean, smooth chest. He winked at Nestor. “I guess you like to fight rough, huh?”

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Top trumps: Zach, Xander and the twins

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: the twinsXander and Zach (click for pictures)

The four blond boys were sitting in a circle on the floor. All of them were shirtless, wearing nothing but their socks and underwear.

20 year old frat boy Zach was wearing light blue boxers and a pair of white socks that looked like he hadn’t changed them for at least a weak. He had arrived wearing sneakers and sweat pants, and I assumed he had been to the gym before he came here. His short blond hair was slightly wet with sweat. He looked at Xander who was sitting opposite him.

Xander was 23 years old, and he hadn’t met Zach or the twins prior to this. A couple of days ago, he had made a deal with our website, paying us to participate in some of our videos so that he wouldn’t lose a bet with a friend.

I had invited him for our first game of Top Trumps because I knew that the twins and Zach didn’t know what to expect from him.

Xander wasn’t as muscular as either Zach or the twins, but he was quite determined, and I was curious how he’d behave…

Xander was blond with highlights, and he was wearing white briefs and white socks. His underwear looked like it was more expensive than all of Zach’s clothing combined…

The twins were sitting opposite each other, wearing boxer briefs. They were 22 years old, both of them professional gymnasts, and it showed: They had muscles in all the right places, with six pack abs and hairless chests. Their tanned bodies looked marvellous.

I had placed a deck of cards in the middle of the circle. I had prepared a couple of categories for them to play.

“Okay, let’s start”, I said. I was standing behind the camera, next to my cameraman Chad.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Grace of charity

I was sitting in a café, reading a magazine and drinking a cup of coffee, when I heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Alex!”

I looked up. “Simon! Good to see you!”

The 23 year old boy was wearing dark blue trousers, a white shirt, a blue tie and a slipover, looking very geeky and very hot...

“Do you mind if I sit?” he smiled at me, pointing at the chair opposite me.

I smiled and put my magazine away.

Simon sat down and took off his horn rimmed glasses.

“How are you?” I said. “We haven’t seen each other for quite some time…”

Simon smiled and we talked for a while.

After ten or fifteen minutes, he changed the subject. “There’s a reason I wanted to talk to you. Chad told me you were here, so I figured…”

“Sure”, I said.

“You know, I watched TV the other day and they had this show where everybody could donate money to charity”, Simon said. “And I thought, well, why don’t we do something like that?”

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Bribery

Featured in this story: ChadXander and Alex (click for pictures)

Yesterday, Milosh defeated Xander in a heated fight to become the first candidate in our series of auditions to reach the semi-finals.

Today, Xander came by the studio.

The blond boy was walking funny and I couldn’t help but smile a little when he sat down on the couch, wincing, when a sudden jolt of pain reminded him that his balls had taken quite a beating.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, sitting down opposite him.

Xander looked at me, struggling to find words.

Finally, he said. “I want to keep my Ferrari.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

Xander sighed. “And I need you to help me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “It’s you who made the bet with your friend. I don’t see how I could help you…”

Xander stared at me in silence. After a while, he cleared his throat. “I have to be on your website or my friend gets the Ferrari.”

I nodded. “I know.”

Judging from the look in his eyes, Xander was ready to punch me in the face. But he remained calm. He even tried to smile. It didn’t look very friendly, but at least he tried. “I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars.”

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Auditions – round 2: Milosh vs. Xander

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Xander (click for pictures)

“Hi”, Milosh said, entering the room.

I returned his smile. “Good to see you.”

The 23 year old was wearing jeans and a shirt. I wasn’t absolutely sure, but I though I remembered seeing him in exactly the same clothes a couple of weeks ago when he had defeated Clay in the first round of the Auditions. His shirt was dirty and there were some tears in it that I didn’t remember, one in particular, that let me catch a glimpse of his left nipple. He was wearing brown leather shoes that looked like they were about to fall apart.

Milosh was a Romani, a gypsy, as he called himself. His skin was very tanned and he had thick, black, unkempt hair. His eyes were a very dark shade of brown, almost black.

He scratched his neck and grinned. “Who is going to be my opponent for today?”

I smiled. “Remember the guy at the first meeting? The one whose girlfriend gave you a blowjob?”

“The rich kid?” Milosh’s eyes lightened up.

I nodded. “Xander.”

“That’s gonna be fun!” Milosh grinned.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Just deserts

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Chad and Alex (click for pictures)

Yesterday, teen heartthrob and Hollywood superstar Zac Efron had come to our studio.
Our model Danny, an actor himself, had contacted him and made the appointment.

I had assumed that he told Zac about our website, especially the “ball busting” part of it, but apparently he hadn’t.

Unfortunately, I had asked Zach, Kev and Ben to come by, too, to shake things up.

Well, the end result was a messy brawl – oral sex, forced cumshots, and probably more than a dozen sore testicles.

I was feeling pretty bad about it and I tried to reach Zac on the phone to apologize. I shouldn’t have asked Zach, Kev and Ben. And my cameraman Chad and I should have intervened when things got out of hand.

I was holding the receiver in my hand when the door bell rang.

I put the phone down and walked to the door.

The moment I opened it, I knew we were in trouble.

Zac Efron’s foot connected with my nuts at rapid speed, making me stumble backwards and groan in pain.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Special Guest Star: Zac Efron

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: BenCalDannyKev and Zach (click for pictures)

Today, teen heartthrob Zac Efron was going to visit our studio. I was quite curious how the young singer and actor would come across. I hadn’t seen his movies, neither “Hairspray” nor any part of the “Highschool Musical” franchise.

I was sitting in front of the computer when I heard someone knock on the door.

“Come in”, I shouted.

A young man entered the studio, probably 20 or 21 years old. He wasn’t very tall, maybe 5’8” or 5’9” and he was wearing jeans and an elegant white shirt. He had dark blond hair and blue eyes.

“Hi”, he said and smiled at me.

“You’re Zac, right?” I smiled back and shook his hand.

Zac grinned.

“Thanks for coming”, I said and switched the computer off. I looked at my watch. “It’s a bit early. Would you like a drink?”

Zac shrugged. “A coke would be great.”

I nodded and got one from the fridge in the kitchen.

“The rest of the guys should be here any minute”, I said, walking back.

Zac raised his eyebrows. “Who?”

I smiled. “Oh, some of our models. Danny, George and Cal. They are pretty fond of you and they’d like to meet you.”

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

On the job: The twins, strippers

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)

My cameraman Chad and I walked into the strip club. It was not the kind of club I had expected to see, not a dark, smoke-filled, sleazy bar with shabby furniture, but a rather modern and friendly place. There was a stage at one end of the room, but the show hadn’t started, yet.

The room was crowded with people waiting for the show to begin.

We were here to film the first segment of our new series “One the job”, featuring some of our models and recurring guests working in their day (or night) jobs.

I walked to the bar.

An attractive, shirtless blond was standing behind it. He smiled at me.

“Hi, I have an appointment with Adrian”, I said.

The blond shrugged.

“I’m Adrian”, a voice behind me said.

I turned around and faced a very handsome guy, probably 25 years old, with black hair. He was sporting dark eye-liner and lip gloss and his black hair was greased.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Parker

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Parker and Sammy (click for pictures)

“So what is this about?” Parker asked me.

The 21 year old gymnast with the dyed red hair was wearing tight green jeans, a colorful shirt and sneakers.

“Well”, I said, “it’s a little skit for our website. Sammy plays the doctor and you play the patient.” I showed him five envelopes that I had prepared. “These are five different ‘diagnoses’. You pick one and get an appointment with Doctor Sammy…”

Parker grinned and ran his hand through his bright red hair.

We were standing in my doctor friend’s practice.

Parker had arrived a little late.

Sammy was already sporting his white doctor’s coat. Underneath it, he was wearing an oversized white t-shirt, baggy blue jeans and sneakers. He was standing next to us.

Parker winked at Sammy. “That means you’re gonna bust my balls, right?”

Sammy shrugged. The 18 year old skater was a bit taller than Parker. He had natural red hair and cute freckles all over his face. “I’ll do my best”, he grinned.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Auditions - round 2: Your thoughts

Okay, round 1 is over. We have eight candidates left. These are my plans for them in sound 2:

- Milosh vs. Xander (winner: Milosh- but Xander will be back...)
- Nestor vs. Cillian (winner: Nestor)
- Logan vs. Dean (winner: Logan)
- Ian vs. Len (winner: Ian)

What do you think?

I need your feeback within the next days because I'll try and finish with round 2 by the end of the month... Thanks!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Auditions - round 1: Xander vs. Jordan

Featured in this story: Xander (click for pictures)

Today, it was the last day of the first round in our series of auditions.

So far, Milosh, Len, Cillian, Ian, Nestor, Logan and Dean had won their fights and made it to the second round.

Now it was time for the last two candidates to fight it out.

Jordan
was wearing jeans and a light blue shirt. The 24 year old guy had blond hair and a handsome face. Today, he was sporting a designer stubble. Jordan had told us he was a comedian. I didn’t know whether he was a good one. I hadn’t seen his routine, yet, and he hadn’t been particularly funny the last time I had met him.

When the door opened, and Xander entered the room, Jordan greeted him with a cheerful. “Hey, fella, ready to get your cherries picked today?”

Xander stopped and stared at him.

He was wearing sunglasses, just like the last time I had seen him. Today’s glasses were obviously a very expensive designer brand. He took them off and looked at Jordan, his eyebrows raised. His trousers, his shirt and his shoes were white, and he looked just like the spoiled rich boy that he was.

“Who are you? The Joker?” Xander said.

Jordan
chuckled. “Well, actually, I am---“

“Oh, shut up”, Xander interrupted him. He walked over to me and sighed. “Do we have to do this?”

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Auditions - round 1: Dean vs. Robin

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

I had stopped listening ten minutes ago.

Robin was obviously nervous. Very nervous. The 22 year old blond was rambling about every pop culture event of the last month. He had boyish features and a soft voice, clear blue eyes and long eyelashes.

While he was talking and gesticulating wildly with his right hand, he lifted his shirt and absentmindedly ran his left hand over his flat belly.

We were waiting for Dean to arrive.

Suddenly, Robin stopped talking and looked at me expectantly.

I stared at him, trying to figure out whether his last sentence had been a question.

Robin smiled and waited patiently. He had full lips and a face that deserved to be called beautiful.

“Er, sorry, Robin”, I said slowly. “I didn’t pay attention.”

Robin smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. “I asked you if you’d like to take some pictures of me while we wait for Dean.”

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Auditions- round 1: Logan vs. Max

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

I was sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee with my cameraman Chad. We were talking about the candidates that had already made it through the first round. Gypsy Milosh had defeated handsome model Clay; mysteriously emotionless Len had won his fight against happy-go-lucky Francis; Irishman Cillian had been able to defeat Middle Eastern Omar; blond surfer Ian had had an easy victory over Stan; and recently, Latino street fighter Nestor had cracked poor artist Tom’s nuts and made him swallow his cum.

Today, we were waiting to see how Logan and Max would do.

Logan was an 18 year old high school senior with short blond hair and a muscular body, an All-American boy. His body looked like a typical dumb jock’s, but he seemed to be smarter than one might have expected. He had called me today to ask permission for a couple of his friends from high school to coming over and watch the fight. We had talked for quite a while and it seemed to me that he had quite a lot of friends all over his school, not just the cheerleaders and jocks.

His opponent for today, Max, was two years older than him. He seemed to be quite shy. He was German, just like me, and he had come to the US a couple of months ago. He had black hair and dark eyes, and he was a bit smaller than Logan.

“What do you think?” I asked Chad.

Chad shrugged and took a sip from his cup. “I don’t know. Logan is a wrestler at his high school. So he might know some moves that could spell trouble for Max. And Max seems to be a shy guy.”

I thought about that. “But you saw what happened to Francis.”

Chad nodded. “I thought it’d be an easy victory for him.”

I chuckled. “But then Len proved he had nuts of steel. Still waters, huh?”

Chad shrugged. “We’ll see.”

Friday, October 10, 2008

Auditions - round 1: Tom vs. Nestor

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Nestor walked into the studio, carrying a bag. The 23 year old Latino was wearing blue jeans, bright green t-shirt and a black leather jacket. On the front of the t-shirt a black and white picture was printed, showing some angry guy I didn’t know. His black boots looked like they were a couple of years old, and his leather jacket had a couple of tears in it.

Nestor placed the bag on the ground and took off his jacket. He cracked his knuckles and looked at me.

“Hi, Nestor”, I said.

Nestor nodded. He had a smooth, young face, black hair and a ponytail. The innocence of his face was disturbed by two scars, a small one on his forehead, and a larger one on his left cheek.

I smiled. “Everything alright?”

“Sure”, Nestor said and sat down on the couch, his arms spread and resting on the backrest, his legs spread apart. His jeans was bulging at the crotch.

I blushed when I noticed that Nestor was following my glance.

He frowned at me. “Can’t wait, huh?”

I looked at him. ”Pardon?”

Nestor grabbed his crotch. “You can’t wait to see my cock, huh?”

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Caught in the act

Warning: Contains graphic heterosexuality.

This story is based on a reader’s plot suggestion. If you don’t want to read about a guy fucking a girl, you should skip this story. The ballbusting is all male, though.


Featured in this story: Danny and David (click for pictures)

I knocked at the door to Danny’s apartment.

Yesterday, the 21 year old actor had borrowed our camera to spy on his girlfriend. I hadn’t felt good about giving it to him, but he seemed desperate. He had suspected she might cheat on him with another guy. The reason he gave was ridiculous, really, but he was certain.

I knocked again.

When I had given Danny the camera, I had completely forgotten about the fact that my cameraman Chad needed the camera today.

I looked at my watch. It was almost noon. I should have called to make sure Danny was in.

I knocked a third time.

“Who is it”, a weak voice answered.

“It’s Alex”, I said. “Danny?”

I heard a miserable groan.

“Danny?” I shouted.

I tried to open the door. It wasn’t locked. I entered the room to see Danny lie on the ground, his jeans and his briefs around his ankles, his hands clutching his crotch. His shirt was torn and his face was red and sweaty.

I knelt next to him. “O God! What happened?”

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Suspicion

Note: There's no girl present, but there's alot of dialogue focussing on a girl. In addition to that, this is the lead-up to a story that includes not only a girl, but also graphic heterosaxuality. So if you don't like that, you might want to skip this post...

Danny was sitting with me at the kitchen table.

The handsome actor with the strawberry blond hair was scratching his head.

“What is it?” I said, sensing that something was wrong.

We had talked about a movie that he had seen with his girlfriend, but I knew he wasn’t here to talk about romantic comedies starring Dane Cook.

“Lauren”, he said in a low voice.

I nodded and waited.

“I think she’s…“ he sighed. “I think she’s sleeping with another guy.”

I was silent.

Danny looked at me, his eyes filled with pain.

“You sure?” I said.

Danny shrugged and gave a bitter laugh. “No, I’m not.” He threw his head back and closed his eyes. Then he looked at me again. “I’m not sure. But I think--- oh, this is so stupid!”

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Auditions – round 1: Ian vs. Stan

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Xander (click for pictures)

Today was the fourth fight in our search for a new model.

Ian, the 24 year old surfer with the curly, sun bleached hair, was wearing cargo shorts and a colorful shirt. He scratched his crotch and grinned. “Who am I gonna fight against?”

I smiled. “His name is Stan.”

Ian nodded. “Stan.”

“You don’t know him”, I said. “He was in the second meeting.”

Ian nodded again, grinning. “Cool.” He looked around the studio and sat down on the couch.

The door opened.

A young, blond guy was standing in the door, wearing sunglasses. He was wearing white shoes, white trousers, a white jacket and a blue shirt.

“Stan?” Ian grinned and stood.

The blond guy smirked at him. “No.”

He walked towards me and said, “Mind if I watch?” Before I had the chance to answer, he walked to the couch and sat down.

Ian stood next to him, staring at him.

“Ian, meet Xander”, I sighed.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Ben’s wrestling match

Featured in this story: Ben and Danny (click for pictures)

I walked into the gym and immediately spotted Ben. He was talking to a couple of guys and smiled, when he saw me. He rushed over and shook my hand. “Hey, Alex!”

“Hi, Ben”, I grinned. “Ready for the fight?”

“Oh, yes”, the 20 year old jock giggled with child-like glee. He ran his hand through his black hair and nodded. “I’m ready! I’m ready!”

I chuckled.

In the middle of the gym, a couple of wrestling mats were lying on the floor. Maybe fifty people were sitting on the benches, most of them young guys, Ben’s buddies from his dorm.

I looked at my watch. “The fight is going to start in fifteen minutes.” I turned to Ben. “Shouldn’t you change your clothes?”

“Oh, yes, sure, thanks!” He turned around and ran into the locker rooms.

I chuckled.

Last week, Kev had told me about his idea. Ben was fascinated by wrestling, and he had been pestering Kev with his boasting about winning a wrestling tournament. Kev had grown tired of his friend’s ramblings, so he had arranged a fixed fight, a tag-team match with him and Ben on one team, and the twins Michael and Will on the other one. The ‘referee’ was going to be cute actor Danny.

I walked over to Chad who was standing behind the camera.

“Hey”, I said.

“Hi”, Chad mumbled.

“Everything alright?”

Chad nodded. “Ben doesn’t know?”

Friday, October 3, 2008

Auditions - round 1: Omar vs. Cillian

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

The auditions were going on. We had already seen two fights: Clay, a very attractive model, had been defeated by Romani Milosh, who had managed to reduce his handsome opponent to a sobbing mess. Len, a quiet guy who seemed to lack any feelings or emotions, had won his fight against Francis.

Today, young Irishman Cillian would face Omar, a Middle Eastern guy with black hair all over his body.

Omar was 24 years old, one year older than Cillian. He was taller and had a bulkier body than his opponent. He was wearing black jeans and a green t-shirt, with a pair of shiny black leather shoes on his feet.

My cameraman Chad was standing behind the camera.

Cillian and Omar were looking at each other.

“You know each other, right?” I said.

The both nodded.

“We met when that obnoxious boy with the sunglasses was here”, Ian said with a thick Irish accent.

I smiled. “Xander.”

Cillian nodded. He had short red hair, an attractive face and a friendly smile. “Quite a show…”

Omar chuckled and adjusted his crotch in his black jeans.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

On the job: Career counseling

Last week, a reader posted an idea for a new story:
I have an idea for a future segment, I was thinking sort of a "on the job" thing where we visit various models occupations (I mean, they must have other jobs besides modelling for the site, right?), like Tristan can be a rookie cop or something, which would explain why he had handcuffs at the camp, and we could even visit Logan at his school [or even part time job], where he and his buddies bust (of course busting would be happening at each job site) just a thought, it sounds cool to me, but if you don't want to do it, I don't mind...
Another reader added:
Great idea, and we can meet David in his skin-tight leotard backstage at a dance rehearsal. And, of course, Danny still searching for his first Oscar.
What about the twins...are they still part-time strippers?
I think it is a fantastic idea for a new series! And I hope you can help me with the guys’ jobs.

Here’s what we got so far (I’m excluding Logan because we don’t know if he will be with us after the Auditions):

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

New poll: Cum?

This month's poll deals with sex again. This time we'd like to know your opinion about stories that include ballbusting and cum. About 20% of the stories on this site feature cum. Do you like those stories? Please tell us in the poll. Thanks!

Poll results: Sex?

In last month's poll, we asked you to tell us your opinion on ballbusting stories that include actual sex. The question was: Do you like stories that feature ballbusting and fucking?

177 people took part in the poll. Here are the results:

Yes! Give me more! 60%
No! I hate them! 28%
I don't mind reading one once in a while... 11%

Thank you all for voting!

That's a pretty clear answer. So I'm gonna try and give you more stories that include actual sex. In October, there will be 3 stories like that coming up. But in general, I don't think that I'll use sex too often... We'll see...