The coach disciplines the water polo team

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Brandon, Cal, Kev, the twins and Zach (click for pictures)

“Ready to go?” I asked my cameraman Chad.

He nodded.

I walked over to the boys to give them some final instructions.

Kev was standing in the middle of the locker room.

“You are really angry at your team”, I said and smiled.

“I know”, Kev grinned. “They are a bunch of losers and I’m full of frustration.”

“Right”, I smiled.

“I got it”, Kev said.

The 20 year old jock was shirtless and barefoot, wearing sweat pants and a baseball cap.

He had a muscular chest and perfect six pack abs.

We were filming the first episode of our “Role play” series, and Kev was the coach of the waterpolo team. He was a bit young for the role, but he made up for it with a determined attitude. I was pretty sure he was going to shake his team up…

Auditions - round 1: Len vs. Francis

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

Round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

I watched Len as he was sitting on the couch. He was a quiet guy with blond hair and a cute face. But something about him irritated me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

The 20 year old blond had arrived twenty minutes early and I had offered him a cup of coffee.
Len had declined.

He hadn’t wanted tea or a soft drink, either, and when I had asked him whether he would like a beer, he had stared at me as if I had offered him a line of cocaine and a prostitute.

Now, we were sitting opposite each other, waiting for Francis, Len’s opponent, to arrive. Len and Francis were going to fight against each other in the first round of our selection process to find a new model for our website. At the end, there would be only one guy left.

I cleared my throat. “Looks like it’s going to rain”, I said, trying desperately to find a topic Len was willing to discuss.

Before, I had tried everything I could think of, TV, movies, music, politics, the economy.

“I guess the farmers could use some rain”, I added, smiling weakly.

The lanky boy shrugged.

I looked at my watch and sighed.

Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Chad again

 

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

My cameraman Chad looked at me with a strange expression on his face, a unique blend of anger, desperation and resignation.

A week ago, I had made him agree to do another episode of our “Sammy the ball doctor” series. He had done one couple of months ago, and it took quite some persuasion to get him to see “Doctor” Sammy for a follow-up appointment… But I guess I had been quite compelling – and pretty relentless on his testicles – so Chad finally agreed.

Now he was standing in front of me at my doctor friend’s practice. To add insult to injury (and quite literally so…), I had given him an patient hospital gown, one of those flimsy things that were open on the back. It was white with small blue dots. My attractive 30 year old cameraman was stark naked underneath. The gown covered his upper body, his crotch and his thighs, but his muscular legs and his feet were naked.

He sighed and turned around to walk to the door, letting me catch a glimpse of his naked back and ass. I chuckled.

Chad sighed deeply and walked out the door.

We had set up the camera equipment and were ready to start.

Sammy, our red haired protagonist, was wearing his doctor’s coat. He grinned in anticipation. Under the white coat he was wearing sagging jeans, a black t-shirt and old sneakers. The idea for the doctor skits had been his, and he took great delight in donning the coat now and then, and treating his “patients” to a thorough examination of their most private area.

Soccer balls 2: Phil's punishment

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Brandon, Phil, the twins and Zach (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Overtime 
Take five 
Fourplay 
Sneakpeak 
Artwork 
Soccer balls 2
 
Last week, professional soccer players Jimmy and Phil had competed against each other in a ball kicking competition. The twins, George, Zach, Brandon and Cal had provided the balls, while Jimmy and Phil had done the kicking. It had been a messy affair, at the end of which Jimmy had been the winner. 18 year old Phil, the red haired soccer pro, who had been born in England and was now one of the highest paid soccer players in the US, had lost.

Today, Phil was going to receive his punishment.

The muscular boy was standing in the room, dressed in his soccer outfit. He was wearing green shorts and a green jersey with his name and number on the back, soccer shoes, socks and cleats.
He looked at me and scratched his head. “Jimmy is back in England?”

I nodded. “He had to take a flight home.”

Phil grimaced. “He should have taken me with him…”

I chuckled.

Phil sighed. “Where’s my team?”

I raised my eyebrows.

“George, Cal and Will were on my team last week”, Phil said.

I nodded.

“Where are they?”

I smiled. “There are no teams today.”

Phil stared at me.

“You are going to have to take it on your own”, I continued.

Arrangements

Featured in this story: Kev (click for pictures)

Today, Kev came by the studio.

The 20 year old jock scratched his head and grinned at me. “Let me come right to the point: I want to play a prank on Ben.”

I raised my eyebrows. “But I thought he was your best buddy?”

Kev shrugged. “Yeah, sure, but he has been rather annoying, lately.”

I looked at him.

Kev chuckled. “He is always boasting about winning a wrestling tournament, you know?” Kev grimaced and imitated Ben’s voice, “‘I’ll eliminate the competition, Kev!’” Kev shook his head, grinning. “He calls himself ‘The Eliminator’.”

I chuckled.

“Of course that’s bullshit, but Ben believes it. And he has been pestering me for weeks about this thing. He wants me to ask you to do a wrestling tournament”, Kev explained.

I shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. That’s not our field of expertise, I guess.”

Kev nodded. “That’s what I’ve been telling him.” Kev paused. Then he winked at me. “But I got another idea. A better one that might play into your field of expertise…”

I looked at him, expectantly.

Kev grinned. “You know, how about this: We do this. A wrestling match. A tag team match, to be precise. I’ll team up with Ben and we’ll challenge… well, I don’t know…”

“What about the twins?” I suggested.

“Yeah, great!” Kev grinned. “The twins. Will is gonna love it! Okay, so we challenge the twins. And we’ll need a referee. We can do it in the gym, you know, where we had the Olympics! Great! We’ll invite all the guys from our dorm. I guess Ben is going to invite them all himself, he’ll be sure he’ll win… Anyway, we fight against each other – but the twins and the referee and me – we’ll give Ben the beating of his lifetime… We’re gonna bust his balls in front of all his friends.” He looked at me, smiling brightly. “It’s gonna be so much fun.”

I shrugged. “I can give you the telephone number of the twins. And as for a referee – why don’t you ask Danny? I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.”

Kev rubbed his hands and laughed. “Perfect.”

“When do you want to do it?”

Kev thought about that for a moment. “Hmm.” Then his face lightened up. “What about next Friday?” He chuckled. “He’s got a date with Cindy. She’s the hottest girl in college. And he’s all bragging about how he’ll fuck her brains out. Why don’t we change his plans?”

I shook my head slowly, grinning at Kev. “That’s mean.”

Kev laughed. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”

“Okay”, I said. “Friday next week. See you then…”

Hitting the high notes

 

Previous parts:
Your suggestions
New poll
Poll results

Today, Danny came into the studio with a big smile on his face.

“I’ve got something for you”, he announced, waving a DVD.

“What is it?” I asked him.

He placed the DVD on my desk. It was unmarked.

“It’s been a few weeks since you asked me to track down Zac Efron”, Danny said, sitting down next to me.

I nodded. “Our members want him to be our next Special Guest Star.”

Danny grinned and leaned back on his seat. “It wasn’t easy. With the High School Musical franchise and all that stuff, I had some trouble reaching him.” He paused.

I looked at him. “So?”

“Well”, Danny said slowly, looking at his fingernails. “I talked to a couple of friends who talked to a couple of their friends who talked to a couple of their friends.”

I nodded, waiting for Danny to spill the beans.

“Well”, Danny looked at me, beaming with pride. “I found him.”

“Great!”

Danny nodded. “A guy who was the assistant of an assistant of the personal assistant to ‘Mr Efron’ on ‘Hairspray’ happens to be an old friend of mine.” He winked at me. “A fuck-buddy, to be precise.”

I chuckled.

“And he gave me Zac’s cell phone number and this”, he pointed at the DVD.

I put the DVD into the player.

“Behind the scenes of ‘Hairspray’”, Danny said.

Auditions - round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

“Hi“, Milosh grinned and entered the room. “Waiting for me?”

I looked at my watch and sighed. “Well, we wanted to start half an hour ago.”

Today was the first day of a little ballbusting tournament we had arranged. The winner of the tournament would become the new model for our website.

Clay, a very handsome guy who looked like he could be the coverboy for “Men’s Health” magazine, was sitting on the couch, looking tired.

Milosh shrugged and grinned. “I don’t own a watch. It’s no use.”

He was wearing blue jeans and exactly the same grubby t-shirt that he had worn the day he came to the first meeting. His black hair was unkempt, and both his jeans and his t-shirt looked like they should have been replaced a couple of weeks ago. The t-shirt was torn at several spots and I tried not to stare at Milosh’s muscular abs that were visible through the tears.

Milosh had told me that he was a gypsy living on the street. He didn’t seem to be uncomfortable with that. In fact, it seemed like he was more than happy just the way he was.

The contrast between him and handsome clay couldn’t have been clearer.

Once and for all

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

Previous parts:
Chad on the warpath
Junk food
Coffee break
Heavy shower
Hired help
Bottled
Neighborly help
Surprise
Fine print
Bad hair day
On cue
Suits
Cups
Pressing issues

Yesterday, my cameraman Chad and I had agreed to face off in a fight to end our ongoing office vendetta.

If I lost, I’d have to raise Chad’s salary.

If he lost, he’d star in another episode of our series “Sammy the ball doctor”.

Since I couldn’t afford to pay Chad more money, I was pretty determined to win. And, of course, I wanted to see him get his nuts bashed by our nice and relentless Sammy…

Anyway, I arrived at the studio at ten o’clock.

I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and sneakers. When I saw that I was the first one to arrive, I walked to the kitchen and made some coffee.

A couple of minutes later, Chad arrived. He sat down at the table and lit a cigarette.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

Chad grunted.

I knew he was not a morning person, so I poured him a cup of coffee and sat down and smiled at him.

His clothing was pretty similar to mine: jeans, t-shirt, sneakers.

Obviously, he had had the same thought I had: denim is the fabric that offers the most protection.

“In the mood for a fight?” I grinned and took a sip from my cup.

Pressing issues

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

Previous parts:
Chad on the warpath
Junk food
Coffee break
Heavy shower
Hired help
Bottled
Neighborly help
Surprise
Fine print
Bad hair day
On cue
Suits
Cups

A couple of days ago, I had tried to get back at my cameraman Chad for busting my balls in front of three businessmen. He had humiliated me, and I attacked him. Unfortunately, Chad had worn a protective cup, and he had managed to turn the tables on me, again.

By now, the pain had worn off, but I was still angry at him.

He acted as if nothing had happened: Occasionally, he would smirk at me when I absentmindedly massaged my testicles under the table, but he seemed to think that the matter was closed.

It wasn’t, of course.

Today, it was time for my revenge.

It was quite a hot day and Chad was wearing short sweat pants and flip-flops. At around noon, he decided to have a go at the weight-bench to press some weights. The weight bench in our studio hadn’t been used for a couple of months.

Chad took off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular chest and his defined abs. He was 30 years old, and very good looking. A lady’s man if there ever was one.

One on one: Simon vs. Parker

 

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

I looked at the two hot young guys sitting on the couch in our studio while my cameraman Chad was setting up the camera for another episode in our “One on one” series.

Parker, the 21 year old aerial gymnast, was wearing skintight green jeans and a tightfitting orange t-shirt. His flaming red hair looked like he had dyed it recently. He had a very original style which suited him beautifully. His muscled chest and defined abs were outlined on the thin fabric of the t-shirt.

He was talking vividly to Simon, who was 2 years older than him.

Simon was the exact opposite of Parker, at least clothing-wise. He was wearing black trousers and a grey shirt with a black slipover. In contrast to Parker’s well-worn sneakers, he had put on shiny black leather shoes. His dark blond hair was cut in a traditional hairstyle and neatly combed.

The blue eyes behind his horn-rimmed glasses were fixed on Parker’s face as the two boys laughed and talked.

I grinned.

Everytime I met Simon, he reminded me of Clark Kent with those glasses and the geeky overall impression. Fortunately, I had been able to witness his transformation into Superman a couple of times… Simon’s big dick, his juicy nuts and his amiable thirst for spunk made him a very delightful addition to our roster of models.