Good times

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

Today, I visited Kev at his dorm again.

A couple of days ago, he had told me that he hadn’t finished working on the flyer for the Charity Nutshot Festival yet. Now, with the first day of the Festival only a couple of days away, I wanted to see if there had been any progress.

Kev had been very good as acting president of the Ballbusting Olympics Committee (BOC), and I was sure he would do a good job in advertising the Festival – but I decided that I’d better keep an eye on him, because he tended to be a bit lazy from time to time…

I hadn’t reached Kev on his mobile phone, so I decided to drop by.

I passed the entrance and stood at the stairs. I looked up. Kev’s room was on the second floor. I decided to go down to the basement, the leisure room, where most of the committee meetings had taken place.

As I walked down the stairs, I heard loud noise and laughter.

I opened the door and looked inside the room.

Kev was surrounded by a couple of guys, all in their early twenties. Most of them were shirtless, with smooth, muscular chests and well defined abs.

Kev was shirtless, too.

“… bam, right in the nuts!” Kev grinned, making a kicking motion with his sneaker-clad foot, stopping short of Ben’s crotch who was standing opposite him, obviously embarrassed.

Trouble at the office

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Cal, Danny, Leo, Tristan and Zach (click for pictures)

“I’ve never done porn”, George said. “I mean, real porn. Gay porn.”

The 23 year old guy looked at me, his green eyes wide open. He scratched his head and grinned sheepishly. “I don’t know what do do…” He was wearing black trousers, a white shirt with a blue tie, and black leather shoes. His curly blond hair was tamed by styling gel.

We were standing in the middle of the studio, waiting to begin the shooting of another skit for our website.

Right next to us were three desks with computers. Actually, they were electronic scrap that my cameraman Chad had organised, keyboards and computer screens that didn’t work but looked okay. The three desks were placed together like in an open-plan office.

Behind the desks was our regular desk, the supervisor’s place.

We had put up a fake wall with a door on the left side of the setting.

My cameraman Chad had set up two cameras. He was standing behind one of them, with some friend of his operating the other one.

Frat guy Zach was standing next to George, wearing black trousers and a shirt with a red tie. The 20 year old blond put his right arm around George’s shoulders and grinned, “Just follow my lead.” He adjusted his crotch with his left hand. “I starred in a little private movie with my ex-girlfriend and two friends of hers”, he said, beaming with pride. “You can watch it on xtube.”

Business

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!

Previous parts:
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.

New poll: Milosh, Nestor, Logan, Ian?

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

Round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

Round 1: Len vs. Francis

Roudn 1: Omar vs. Cillian

Round 1: Ian vs. Stan

Round 1: Tom vs. Nestor

Round 1: Logan vs. Max

Round 1: Dean vs. Robin

Round 1: Xander vs. Jordan

Your thoughts

Round 2: Milosh vs. Xander

Bribery

Round 2: Cillian vs. Nestor

Round 2: Logan vs. Dean

Round 2: Ian vs. Len

Okay, now that round 2 of the Auditions is over, we have the final four candidates. You decide who'll be the winner! Tell us your opinion and vote in the poll on the right! Thanks!

Auditions – round 2: Ian vs. Len

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

Round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

Round 1: Len vs. Francis

Round 1: Omar vs. Cillian

Round 1: Ian vs. Stan

Round 1: Tom vs. Nestor

Round 1: Logan vs. Max

Round 1: Dean vs. Robin

Round 1: Xander vs. Jordan

Your thoughts

Round 2: Milosh vs. Xander

Bribery

Round 2: Cillian vs. Nestor

Round 2: Logan vs. Dean

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Today was the final day for the second round in our Auditions. We were looking for a new model for our website. Sixteen guys had applied. Eight had been defeated in the first round. After tonight’s fight, there would be four guys left.

Ian grinned at me and adjusted his crotch in his cargo pants. “Last time was fun…”

I chuckled. “Yeah, well, it took only one kick to defeat your opponent.”

Ian grinned and nodded. “Fun.”

“And you got to fuck Xander’s boyfriend”, I smiled.

“Yeah”, Ian said dreamily. “The little blond slut…”

“Well”, I said. “I guess today will be more difficult. And probably without the sex.”

Ian raised his eyebrows.

“You know”, I continued smiling. “Your opponent tonight is quite a guy.”

My cameraman Chad walked past us and chimed in, “He has balls of steel.”

Crisis

This morning we got troubling news: Our subscription numbers are down. Way down. Since we’ve launched ballbunstingboys.com in December, we have seen a steady increase in subscription numbers. January was better than December, February was better than January, month by month, the numbers went up.

But beginning in September, the numbers went down. We don’t know why. And in October, we had the lowest number of members since February.

We’ll have to find out why the numbers are declining. There is the very real possibility that we might have to close down the site.

Of course, we’ll do everything we can to avoid that.

I’ll keep you updated.

Grassroots

Last week, our geeky model Simon had made an intriguing suggestion: a Charity Nutshot Festival.

In the last few days, I had called our models and asked them if they were willing to spend a little bit of their time getting their balls busted in the name of charity. I had talked to everyone, Danny, the twins, Kev, Cal, Zach, Parker, Xander, every number I could find in my little black book, and most of them agreed to participate.

Now, I was on the college campus, standing in front of the dorm building where Kev, Colin and Ben lived.

I walked in and went straight to the basement. Here, in the leisure room, we had planned the Ballbusting Olympics, and I hoped to meet Kev. I walked into the room that was empty except for two people.

There was a new pool table in the middle of the room.

A young, buff blond, wearing nothing but his boxers, was sitting on top of it, his legs spread, laughing and daring another guy to shoot a pool ball at his nuts.

“Come on”, the blond shouted. He reached inside the leg opening of his boxers and pulled out his big, bulging balls. His sac was shaved and his nuts looked healthy and heavy, a vulnerable target resting on the green. “Do it!”

The other guy, a shirtless black kid in his late teens, with a muscular chest and defined abs, held the pool cue. The white ball was sitting on the table, waiting to be smashed into the blond’s meaty nuggets.

“Do it!” the blond shouted again, his hands raised up in the air.

Auditions – round 2: Logan vs. Dean

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

Round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

Round 1: Len vs. Francis

Roudn 1: Omar vs. Cillian

Round 1: Ian vs. Stan

Round 1: Tom vs. Nestor

Round 1: Logan vs. Max

Round 1: Dean vs. Robin

Round 1: Xander vs. Jordan

Your thoughts

Round 2: Milosh vs. Xander

Bribery

Round 2: Cillian vs. Nestor

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Logan walked into the studio, followed by a group of guys most of whom I recognized from the last time I had seen him. They were friends of his from high school, all in their late teens, most of them white, a couple of them black, Hispanic, or Asian.

“Hi”, I said.

“Hi, Alex”, Logan said, smiling. “I brought my friends again. I hope that’s okay with you…”

I shrugged. “Sure.” I turned to the guys and pointed at the couch. “Make yourselves comfortable…”

Chatting and laughing, Logan’s friends walked past us and sat down on the floor and on the couch.

Suddenly, a young, redhaired guy with a nose piercing burst into the room, slightly out of breath. “Am I late?”

“Nah”, Logan grinned at him. “Plenty of time, Jeremy.”

Jeremy smiled and joined his friends at the other end of the studio.

On the job: Brandon, fry boy

Featured in this story: Brandon (click for pictures)

I walked into the restaurant. It was rather small, but a typical McDonald’s restaurant in every respect: a large room with seating for fifty or sixty people, a counter with three cash registers, and an open industrial kitchen.

There were no patrons but me, so I walked right up to the counter.

A young, skinny, bored-looking cashier with short blond hair and a freckled face was standing behind one of the registers. Above his upper lip was an amusing attempt at a moustache. I looked at his name tag. Jack. Jack looked like he was nineteen or twenty years old. He didn’t look like he had to shave every morning…

“Hi”, I smiled at him. “I’m looking for Brandon.”

Jack stared at me with a blank expression on his face.

“The Asian guy?” I said.

“Oh, Brandon”, Jack said.

Pause.

“I’m looking for him”, I said, smiling.

Poll results: Cum?

In last months poll, we asked you to give us your opinion on cumshots in ballbusting stories. 99 people took part in the poll. I admit, it was a bit of a no-brainer and the results are hardly surprising:

Yes, I can't get enough of them! 66%
I don't mind reading one once in a while... 22%
No! I hate them! 12%

Regarding this months poll: I haven't finished writing the second round of the Auditions stories. All that aggressive fighting was starting to bore me, so I wrote a couple of stories that don't involve nasty battles... As soon as I have posted the rest of the round 2 stories (probably within the next week), I'll set up a poll so that you can decide who will be the winner...