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Thanks to guy787970 for the idea of a rival website and to JP for a ton of great, twisted ideas and the basic outline of this 13 part story!

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Crisis

Today I was sitting at my desk, crunching the numbers on my computer, to see what we could do about the decline in membership subscriptions. After reading, thinking, calculating and cursing for more than four hours, I was ready for a break. And I still couldn’t explain why our members had left us. The exodus had started in September, and by the end of October, more than 50% of our members were gone.

I was getting a headache.

I decided I needed some fresh air, so I went for a walk.

When I came back, Chad was sitting at the computer.

“Hi Chad”, I said weakly. “How’s---“

“Look at this”, he interrupted me, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

I raised my eyebrows. “What---“

“Look at this”, he repeated.

I grabbed another chair and sat down next to him.

“I think I know why our members left us”, he said in a low voice.

I looked at the screen. My jaw dropped. “But--- How could they---“

“I have no idea!” Chad sighed. “I came across it by accident. A little typo and, voila, here it is…”

“Ballbustboys.com”, I read.

Chad started talking, but I wasn’t listening.

It was a website that was very similar to our own. Very similar. On the right side, next to a picture of a hot, naked, smiling guy with a hard cock and a pair of very impressive, low-hanging testicles, there was a list of models.

I clicked on a random name and a new page opened. A guy called Itsuki showed off his assets. The text below his picture – hot, hard and posing – said that Itsuki was Japanese and “up for anything”. He was 28 years old, with a muscular chest, strong arms and legs, and well-defined abs. His black hair was cut short and he had some facial hair, a stubble that surrounded his mouth. He was looking into the camera as if to invite the viewer to a fight.

I clicked on some other model’s names. They were all extremely well-endowed and incredibly hot.

“… hotter than ours”, Chad was saying.

“What?” I said.

“Their models. They are hotter than ours”, Chad repeated.

I was staring at the screen.

When I opened the preview gallery, I gasped.

Chad was silent.

There were a couple of preview clips in three categories: “Castings”, “Competitions”, “Events”.

“Fuck”, I whispered.

I clicked on “Castings”. “Itsuki’s casting”. “Jeff’s casting”. “Dima’s casting”.

“Fuck”, I repeated.

I clicked on “Competitions”. “Mano a mano: Silas vs. Jeff”. “Mano a mano: Itsuki vs. Silas”. “Mano a mano: Dima vs. the twins”.

“They have twins?” I cried out.

“Apparently they do”, Chad said slowly, looking at the preview picture. “And they are hot.”

“They are not!” I snapped. I looked at the preview picture. Two muscular, black-haired guys with identical bodies and an identical set of massive genitals. They were hot.

I clicked on “Events”.

“Oh”, Chad said.

My head started spinning.

I stared at the screen. “Soccer player’s ball bash”. “The Nutcrunching Olympics”.

“They are stealing our ideas”, I whispered.

Chad was silent.

I scrolled down. “Tough nuts training camp”.

“They are stealing our ideas!” I screamed, jumping up.

“Alright, alright”, Chad said. “Calm down.”

“I don’t want to calm down!” I screamed. “They are stealing our ideas and they are stealing our members!”

Chad didn’t respond. He pointed to the bottom of the screen. “Coming soon: Busting balls for charity”.

“What?” I whispered, sinking down into the chair again. “How can they know that?” I looked at the screen. “How can they know that?”

“Maybe they have seen one of Kev’s flyers?” Chad said slowly.

“No, he called me this morning, because he didn’t have time to do it, yet. He’s gonna start tomorrow.”

Chad looked at me.

“How can they know that?” I repeated. “Who are they?”

“They are a company downtown”, Chad said, pointing at the screen.

“Downtown”, I repeated. “You mean--- This town?”

Chad nodded.

“Fuck”, I said. “They are right here.”

I reached for the phone and dialled. I got the mailbox. “Hey”, I said after the beep. “This is Alex from ballbustingboys.org. We gotta talk.” I slammed the phone down.

I turned to the computer screen again., shaking my head slowly. “This isn’t happening.”

I opened the preview clip for “Tough nuts training camp.”

The Japanese guy, Itsuki, was looking at the camera, grinning. He was shirtless, wearing just a par of boxers. “Hi”, he said. “I’m Itsuki. And I’m going to training camp…” The screen faded to black and a title card appeared: “Twenty minutes later.” Now, Itsuki was on his knees, his hands tied behind his back. His big, dangling balls were red and his cock was pointing to the sky. Suddenly, someone kicked his balls with a heavy boot, crunching his nuts into his pelvis.

Itsuki grunted in pain. His dick twitched as he doubled over.

“Get up”, a voice said. “Three more times and you are done.”

Itsuki grimaced in pain and lifted his head. Slowly, he straightened.

As soon as his balls were open and vulnerable, another kick found its target, slamming into the Asian guy’s tender testicles. The tip of the boot slammed into his balls with an audible thud.
Itsuki howled in pain.

The screen faded to black, but the sound went on. Two more kicks hit Itsuki in the nuts. On the last kick, he was screaming from the top of his lungs. The screen faded to the picture of Itsuki, rolled up, writhing in pain, next to a large puddle of his creamy spunk. The camera zoomed in on the puddle. A large, black boot stepped into it, causing drops of Itsuki’s jizz to fly trough the air. “Your nuts are not tough enough”, a voice said, chuckling. Black. Title card: “More on ballbustboys.com”.

I was speechless. “How can they---“

The telephone rang.

“That’s gotta be him”, Chad said.

I picked up the phone. “Yes?” I barked.

“Hi”, the voice on the other end of the line said. “Alex?”

“Yes”, I said. “Who is it?”

“I’m Warren. You called me.”

I inhaled deeply. “I found your website.”

Warren didn’t react.

“It’s curiously similar to ours”, I continued, trying to remain calm.

No reaction.

“You know, I’m really angry at---“

“Listen”, Warren interrupted me. “You have a website, I have a website. That’s called competition.”

I was speechless.

“There’s nothing you can do”, Warren said calmly.

“Well, I certainly will---“

“Why don’t you come over to our studio next week?” He told me the address. “We are better than you. You better look for a new job.”

He hung up.

I stared at the receiver.

Chad looked at me.

“I’m gonna show that bastard who’s better”, I growled. “I’ll show him.”