Saturday, February 28, 2009

Top trumps: Logan, Kev, Parker and Phil

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: KevLogan, Parker and Phil (click for pictures)

I looked at our new crew member Vince.

“So they are playing a game of top trumps, right?” he said, smiling.

I nodded.

“I guess the categories are, well, uh, sexual in nature?” Vince said, blushing.

I chuckled. “Sure they are.”

Vince nodded slowly.

“You will operate the second camera”, my cameraman Chad chimed in. “I’ll show you what to do.”

The two of them walked away and I turned to the four boys who had were sitting on the floor.
All four of them had stripped down to their underwear.

Kev was 20 years old, one of the veterans on our site, working with us since the very start. Recently, he had caused us some trouble, but at the end of the day he was a reliable and very hot model with a huge fan following among our subscribers. He had brown hair and brown eyes that went perfectly with his smooth, muscular body. His white boxer briefs were bulging with the impressive equipment that Kev was blessed with.

Next to him was Logan, the most recent addition to our team of models. The 18 year old high school wrestler had defeated a couple of tough opponents in a series of fights. Ultimately, he had proven to be the guy with the toughest nuts. Right now, those nuts were hidden inside his tight blue briefs that left very little to the imagination. A glimpse of his pubic hair was visible above the waistline. Logan was a sweet guy, with blond hair and deep blue eyes.

Opposite Logan, Phil was sitting cross-legged on the floor. The 18 year old redhead, while born from England, had come to the States to pursue a career in professional soccer. We were lucky to have him, because his tight schedule – when he wasn’t on the field, he had more than enough advertising contracts – didn’t allow him to come by very often… He had a pale body and was wearing plaid boxers.

Opposite Kev was Parker. He was 21 years old, the oldest of the bunch. His hair was dyed flaming red, and his briefs were rather extravagant: They were as red as his hair, hugging his endowment tightly, with yellow seams and a little, yellow drawing of two walnuts and a nutcracker right where the head of his cock was outlined in the fabric…

“So, Logan”, Kev grinned and turned to the young high school senior. “Do you think you’ll walk away from here with your balls intact?”

Friday, February 27, 2009

Milosh

Over at his blog M/M Ballbusting Drawing, BB Daddy has posted a colored drawing of Milosh, the gypsy from the "Auditions" stories.

What can I say - it's great!

Milosh is my favourite character from "Auditions" (yeah, I like Logan, too, of course, but somehow Milosh is my favourite...) and I'm glad to see him come to life in an amazing drawing.
Here's the link.

BB Daddy has published a sketch, too, without the colors, and, frankly, I can't tell you which one I like better...

And if you want to revisit the stories that include Milosh, click the links below:

Auditions: Second batch of candidates
Auditions - round 1: Milosh vs. Clay
Auditions - round 2: Milosh vs. Xander
Auditions - round 3: Milosh vs. Ian

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

One on one: Parker vs. David – the rematch

Sequel to One on one: Parker vs. David.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: David, Parker and Alex (click for pictures)

Parker was sitting on the couch. The 21 year old gymnast was wearing a tight-fitting yellow shirt that advertised his muscular upper body. The top buttons were open, revealing a glimpse of his smooth, muscular chest. His green jeans were skin-tight, putting his ample junk on display. He was sitting with his legs spread apart, his black boots resting on the ground.

“Remember the last time I fought against him?” Parker grinned at me, running his hand through his dyed red hair.

He was a cute boy with a great body. Working as an aerial gymnast for a circus, he knew how to keep his body in shape. I had never seen one of his performances at the circus, but I knew he was good.

“It’s been a month since that fight, right?” I said.

Parker nodded, a dreamy expression on his face. He ran his hand over the bulge in his jeans. “He busted my balls pretty good”, he chuckled. “Phew. I couldn’t jerk off for three days…”

I laughed. “You like him, huh?”

Parker turned to me, squeezed his junk, and grinned. “Does it show?”

I shrugged.

“I’m getting hard just thinking about him”, Parker chuckled.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Shakeout: The mole

This is the last part of the Shakeout story. Thanks to everyone who contributed and left their feedback. Very special thanks to JP for the initial idea, a lot of input and all the help with the details...

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Brandon, CalDannyKev, Parker, the twins, Vince and Zach (click for pictures)

During the past weeks, our team had been competing against a rival website, ballbustboys.com, that had challenged us to a series of brutal, relentless tasks. Finally, last week, after nine of those tasks, we had managed to defeat them once and for all.

Warren, the owner of the rival website, had kept word. He was a vicious, mean guy, and I had half-expected him to ambush us and try to force us to give up. But apparently, my cameraman Chad had been very convincing when he had stomped Warren’s nuts into oblivion last week… Anyway, ballbustboys.com was offline, and I was pretty sure we’d never hear from Warren again.

One matter remained unresolved, though: Warren and his team had stolen some of our ideas that hadn’t been published. Somehow, they had been able to get access to privileged information. There was only one explanation: Someone from our own team had betrayed us. We hadn’t been able to find out who it was since we didn’t have insight into Warren’s documents.

I had all but given up hope that we’d find the traitor until, two weeks ago, Vince had given me new hope.

Vince was the mastermind behind all those nasty contraptions that had been included in the tasks. He was a thorough and devoted scientist, and he had a very, very twisted imagination – a combination that resulted in buckets of cum and quite a lot of bruised and battered balls…

But, at the same time, Vince had a heart of gold. He was friendly and polite, and I really liked him. He was 20 years old, with brown hair and a cute face. He looked younger than 20, and he tried to appear older by growing a goatee and sideburns. But due to a distinct lack of facial hair and beard growth, his attempts at looking more mature made him look even younger…

Two weeks ago, Vince had told me that he had a lead. Today, he was going to reveal the identity of the traitor.

Friday, February 20, 2009

On the job: Sammy, librarian

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Sammy (click for pictures)

I entered the public library. Sammy had told me that he worked on the third floor.

It had been ages since I had been in one. Actually, it had been back in Germany when I went to university. I had never been to an American library. It wasn’t that much different. Books, books, books…

The third floor was dedicated to popular fiction and crime novels. I spotted Sammy right away.

The 18 year old skater boy was sitting behind a white counter and waved at me.

“Hi”, I said, smiling, and walked towards him.

“Shh!” an little old lady whispered. She shot me a disapproving look

I blushed. “Sorry”, I whispered back.

The little old lady raised her eyebrow and shook her head, clicking her tongue.

I walked over to Sammy and leaned on the counter.

“Hi, Sammy”, I whispered.

“Hi, Alex. Good to see you.” He motioned for me to come behind the counter and I sat down on a chair next to him.

Usually, he was wearing baggy jeans and wide t-shirts. Today, he was dressed very formally, wearing trousers, a shirt, and a tie. His red hair was neatly parted. Apparently, Sammy led a double life: randy, hot skater boy by night; docile, geeky librarian by day.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Indecent proposal

Thanks for bbmal for the idea and a lot of plot details for this 9 part story!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Today was a weird day.

After having taken a day off yesterday to recover from a slightly unpleasant experience the day before, I arrived at the studio to find a manila envelope lying in front of the door. I picked it up. “Alex. Confidential.” No return address.

I walked into the studio and made myself a cup of coffee.

I looked at the envelope again. Confidential.

A mailbox bomb? We had just finished a bitter fight with a rival website, and I knew that they were capable of anything. Carefully, I examined the envelope. It was too slim for a bomb. Well, I hoped it was. I wasn’t an expert on that area, but from what I had seen on TV, this envelope was too slim.

I inhaled deeply and opened it.

Nothing happened. Good.

Inside was a letter, a photo, and a cash cheque.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Ballbusting Olympics 2009?

I’m thinking of renewing the Ballbusting Olympics for a second season… :-)

What do you think?

Do you want to see another competition, or do you think that one year is enough?

Who do you want to see competing?

And, most importantly: Which games would you like to see played?

Last year, we had Roshambo (kicking), Squash (squeezing), Nutball (throwing balls at each others’ junks), Ballbreaker (breaking a piece of wood by jumping on it) and Punch Ball (punching, duh). I wasn’t happy with Ballbreaker, so I’d like to replace it. I’m not sure about the other categories. Obviously, I don’t want to write the same stories all over again…

I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Shakeout – task 9: All or nothing

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Chad (click for pictures)

Today was the day.

It was the final day for one of our websites.

Someone was going to win today, and the loser would have to pack his things, admit defeat and close down his website.

It seemed like years ago when Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, had challenged us to this series of tasks. His website was a thinly veiled carbon copy of our site, and he had stolen our members and copied our ideas for the last months.

Today, either one of us was going to go offline.

I looked at my cameraman Chad.

We were standing in front of the door to Warren’s warehouse.

Two hours ago, we had received an email. “7 p.m. today. You and your little boyfriend.”

I sighed and bit my lower lip.

“Let’s go in”, Chad said.

I sighed again.

“And if we don’t win, I have a job for you”, he added.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

David vs. Ben - the fourth match

Previous parts:
One on one: David vs. Ben
One on one: David vs. Ben – the rematch 
One on one: David vs. Ben – the third match

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

 
“It’s been quite some time since I crunched your nuts”, David grinned at Ben. “Let’s see if I remember correctly… You were standing right there”, he pointed at the middle of the room, “your cock spurting cum like a fountain.” David chuckled. “I bet you couldn’t get it up for a few weeks…”

Ben tried to stay calm. He was 20 years old, with short black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing sweat pants, a wide t-shirt and sneakers. He shifted his weight, grabbed his junk and shrugged, smiling casually. “Don’t worry about me, my cock is working just fine. And it’s bigger than your pathetic worm, remember?”

David smirked. “Whatever, dickhead.”

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Wanna compare again? I don’t think your little dickie has grown since the last time…”

David ignored him. He was a professional dancer with an overblown ego and an arrogant, snotty demeanor. I had learned the hard way to not get into his way: He had busted my balls on numerous occasions, and he took great delight in mocking my German accent (which isn’t nearly as bad as David made it sound…).

David was 19 years old, but he thought of himself as the king of the world. He was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen, and he knew that he was hot. His body was perfect, formed by years of dancing lessons and hard physical training. He had a handsome face with black hair and green eyes, wearing black leather shoes, elegant black trousers, and a black shirt that looked great on him.

“Wanna compare again?” Ben grinned, slipping his sweat pants down to his knees and revealing a pair of light blue boxers. At the same time, Ben lifted his shirt, exposing his hard abs. Ben had an impressive body. He worked out on a regular basis, and it showed.

David snorted. “Fuck you”, he said in a low voice.

Ben chuckled. “I thought so…” His boxers were tenting with an massive erection. Obviously, Ben got off on being superior to David.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Logan’s initiation

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.This is the last part of the "Auditions" story. Thank you very, very much to everybody who contributed their ideas for characters, plot etc. It's been great fun!

Featured in this story: Logan and Zach (click for pictures)
Last week, Logan had sealed the deal: After defeating shy German Max in the first round, hairy stud Dean in the second, and Latino streetfighter Nestor in the third round of our fights, Logan had proven his strength and determination in a heated battle against blond surfer Ian.

Now it was official, the new model on our website was an 18 year old high school wrestler, a nice, handsome guy called Logan.

Today, Logan would be officially initiated into the ranks of our models. He had met all of them last week at the gym after he had busted poor Ian’s nuts, but I was pretty sure he didn’t remember. He had been very busy accepting congratulations and playful nut taps from his friends and enthusiastic strangers from the audience while showing off his naked body with Ian’s cum all over it…

I had asked Logan to come an hour before the rest of our models arrived so that we could make some photos for the website.

We started with pictures in full clothing, then underwear, then naked. He had a great body, with muscles in all the right places, and not an ounce of fat on his frame. His blond hair was cut short, and he had a natural tan. His fat, semi-hard cock was a perfect fit to his big, low hanging balls.

Apparently, he liked his pubic hair natural and hadn’t bothered shaving. His sac was hairy below a thick bush of hair that was a tad bit darker than the hair on his head.

“Thanks”, my cameraman Chad said, kneeling in front of Logan, after he had shot a couple of close up pictures of Logan’s impressive manhood.

“Sure”, Logan grinned. He leisurely stroked his cock and looked at me. “I have brought my singlet. Should I put it on?”

I nodded and smiled. “That’d be great…”

Logan whistled happily and turned around, bending over to reach inside his backpack that was lying on the couch.

I couldn’t help but look at his perfect bubble butt.

Chad cleared his throat and I blushed.

“Enjoying the view?” Chad grinned.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Charity Nutshot Festival: The gala

Last year, I started a story that was pretty much dead on arrival. Well, as I don’t like to leave things hanging in the air, this is the final part where I try to wrap things up (and shamelessly pretend that there were more parts than I actually wrote...).

 When Chad entered the theater, I couldn’t help but smile.

My cameraman was wearing a tuxedo, and he looked like he was seriously embarrassed. Usually, he liked to wear sweat pants or jeans, and t-shirts. He was a sloppy dresser, and sometimes I wondered whether he was color-blind. In the summer, he liked to combine aloha shirts with off-color shorts, and in the winter, he wore sweaters that had been fashionable two decades ago. Strangely, whatever he wore, it didn’t make him look bad. In fact, it somehow made him look even more attractive.

I walked over to him and complimented him on his clothes.

“I don’t think I can pull off wearing a tux”, he mumbled.

“What are you talking about?” I chuckled. “Look at us, we look great!”

“It just doesn’t look good on me…” Chad turned to me and raised his eyebrows. “It doesn’t look good on you, either.”

I was speechless.

“We gotta let the people in”, Chad said and walked to the doors.

“Alright”, I said slowly.

Throughout December and January, we had managed to raise thousands of dollars for charity. Every one of our models had helped, doing what they did best, getting hit in the nuts.

Today, we were going to present the money to the heads of a charitable organisation.

I had put Simon in charge of choosing the organisation. It had been his idea, and I knew that he would choose a worthy cause.

We were at a local movie theater with a large stage in front of the screen and room for 500 people. Its owner, a friendly guy in his late thirties named Gus, had taken part in one of the events, and he had offered to host tonight’s gala.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

An ordinary day at school (4)

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, DannyLeo and Simon (click for pictures)

George and Simon were standing in the locker room of the gym (which stood in for the high school locker room), wearing glasses and school uniforms that consisted of blue trousers, white shirts and blue ties.

They were both 23 years old, but they looked younger, and – taking into account the willingness of our members to suspend their disbelief – they were able to pull off their roles as high school seniors…

We had already filmed three parts of our high school saga. George and Simon had taken quite a lot of bullying: In the first part, Leo and his skater buddies had humiliated them in geography class; in the second part, Ben and his jock friends had bullied them in gym class; and in part three, Danny and the twins had busted their balls on the school yard.

Now, in part four, it was time for the revenge of the nerds.

Earlier in the day, we had filmed three expository scenes.

In the first scene, Leo gets an instant message on his cell phone: “Wanna fuck? I’m gonna make you happy... Boys’ locker room. 5 o’clock. Darlene.” Leo tells his buddies Sammy and Tristan about the message and that he expects Darlene to finally put out for him…

In the second scene, Danny opens one of his school books and finds a scribbled message: “Wanna fuck? I’m gonna make you happy… Boys’ locker room. 5:15. Darlene.” Danny is enthusiastic and tells the twins that he won’t make it to the movies because he’ll be busy making Darlene happy…

In the third scene, Ben finds a piece of paper in his locker: “Wanna fuck? I’m gonna make you happy… Boys’ locker room. 5:30. Darlene.” Just like Leo and Danny, Ben is more than happy about the message and tells his friends Kev and Colin that he’ll fuck Christine’s brains out…

We had set up the cameras and I gave some last instructions to our actors.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Auditions – final fight: Ian vs. Logan

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

A long line of people was waiting outside the gym.

“We have to turn people away”, my cameraman Chad said.

I shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Chad chuckled. “I can’t believe that so many people want to see the fight…”

“Well, Logan is very well-liked at his high-school”, I said, looking at my watch. I turned to Chad again. “You checked everybody’s driver’s license, right?”

Chad nodded. “No minors anywhere.”

“Good.” I glanced at the guys waiting outside.

Chad looked at me.

I nodded.

“Alright”, Chad raised his voice, walking up to the people that hadn’t gotten a ticket. “I’m very sorry but we are sold out.”