Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago
I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those
who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!
Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Featured in this story: Ben, Danny, Kev, Parker, Simon and Vince (click for pictures)
Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key
Task 2: The machine
Task 3: The mallets
Taks 4: The glass plates
Task 5: The math
Last fall, a bitter fight had started between us and the team of a rival
website, ballbustboys.com. Somehow, they had been able to get
privileged information about our site, copying our skits and stealing
our members. We suspected that there was a mole among our models, but we
and’t been able to find out who it was so far.
Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, was a sinister guy, big and
muscular, with a no-nonsense-attitude,. He had challenged us to compete
in a series of twisted tasks.
So far, we had won two of them, with Warren’s team winning three
challenges. Today, we were going to compete again – and we needed a win.
In the end, the losing website would have to go offline – and we sure hoped it wouldn’t be us…
We entered the first floor of Warren’s warehouse.
Warren had told us to bring five models, and Chad and I had asked
everybody we could think of. Most of them hadn’t been very keen on
helping us out…
In the end, we had been able to get muscular jock boy Kev (who was very
confident and didn’t believe the horror stories that Ben and the twins
had told him), his dorm buddy Ben (who had been persuaded by Kev to
accompany him – finally, Kev had offered Ben a go at one of the girls
Kev was seeing, and Ben had accepted), red-haired indie boy Parker (who
had defeated and humiliated Russian stud Dima a couple of weeks ago and
hoped to see him again to rub it in his face), handsome actor Danny (who
was recovering from Christmas with his family – apparently his brother
David had treated him to a private rendition of “The Nutcracker”…) and
geeky Simon (who didn’t have anything better to do).
Kev and Ben were talking about girls, bragging about their stamina and
the reputation they enjoyed on campus. The rest of the boys were silent.
When we entered the warehouse, even Kev and Ben shut up.
The vast room was cold, moist and dark. Three or four naked lightbulbs hung from the ceiling, illuminating parts of the room.
Warren greeted us with a smirk. “Happy new year”, he grinned.
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