Jimmy’s Found
Video’s #101
100...wow...can't believe that I have posted this many!
~Jimmy
1). Timmmmbeeeer! That kick was Earth shattering. He was instantly destroyed.
Jimmy’s Found
Video’s #101
100...wow...can't believe that I have posted this many!
~Jimmy
1). Timmmmbeeeer! That kick was Earth shattering. He was instantly destroyed.
Mark
and Oliver
by Lenny
Dear
BB Community,
Lenny,
for those of you are not aware runs his own blog and was interested in sharing
a story with all of you. I have known Lenny for a few years now and his stories
are always well-detailed, engaging, and fun. He is one of my favorite
Ballbusting writers, and this story is a huge treat! He has written some other
stories about Invincible on his blog. If you have not had the pleasure of
reading those I highly recommend.
Take
care and happy reading!
~Jimmy
“Oliver, you can’t just do whatever you want.”
Oliver pouted and groaned. He doesn’t like getting yelled at, especially for something he knows he’s not wrong about.
“But why not? Bad guys are bad! We should stop them.”
“That doesn’t mean you can just kill them! We need to protect people, not kill them!”
“But bad guys are different! They deserve it!”
“Just because they do something bad, doesn’t mean they deserve to die! Oliver! People are people, you can’t kill anyone, no matter what!”
Oliver’s face scrunched up and tightened as he thought through what came so naturally to him. “That’s stupid though! They’re so weak and squishy. If we protect the bad guys, we’re just wasting our time!”
Mark couldn’t be stoic in his blue get-up. He was shocked, his little brother sounding so cruel and hateful. How could his baby brother feel that way? It was like he got stabbed in the heart with a twisting knife. Underneath his powerful frame, you saw the body language of someone losing a battle and feeling it.
“Oliver… that’s so messed up. You…” Mark averted his gaze and grimaced, feeling his emotions swell up in him. He didn’t want to argue with Oliver like this, but he knew he was an adult and had to do something. He reached out to Oliver’s shoulder, laid his hand on him and tried to be an adult. Oliver starred in response to his big brother, determined to convince him.
“Oliver… you can’t just say that. You can’t.”
“Why not! They’ll be less bad guys, and everyone would love us more!”
“That doesn’t-”
“I’ll prove it to you! I’ll prove to you that-”
Mark’s hand on Oliver’s shoulder tightened and Oliver groaned, shifting.
“Mark, s-”
“Oliver, you can’t do that! You have no idea what you’re saying!”
“You can’t stop me! Let-”
“Oliver, you need to listen! Now!” Mark’s hand tightened as he felt his brother getting away from him.
Oliver tried to shove off Mark’s hand, but Mark was holding on too tight.
“Let go of me!”
“No! You’re going to run off again, and you need to listen! I’m tired of being nice. We both have a responsibility, Oliver! We need to protect the weak and not take advantage of them!”
Oliver whined as he continued to try and get his big brother’s hand off his shoulder, but it was just too tight. Looking ahead, he saw the most obvious thing and pulled his arm back, yelled out and slammed his fist hard into his big brother’s spandex-held bulge.
The bulge, which always protruded naturally and proudly, flattened and rippled in the now blue and black suit. Mark yelped out in a high pitch , his body folding over as the sudden pain in his groin exploded unexpectedly. Never in a million years did he expect to get attacked like this by his own brother.
Jimmy’s Found
Video’s #100
100...wow...can't believe that I have posted this many!
~Jimmy
1). Tippy, tap tap
Jimmy’s Found
Video’s #99
Damn I have fallen behind in posting some. Sorry everyone.
~Jimmy
1). Love his reaction, lol. Also he wore so mand pads but no cup? What a dumb move, ha!
The
List Continued
by
Jimmy
On the floor, Jayden blinks up at Chase as his boyfriend
slowly comes into focus. Jayden blinks back mist and water from the shower room,
his eyes trying to adjust and stay on Chase.
“Chase?” Jayden squeaks, his voice a whispered rasp
clogged with steam, emotion, and the grueling fight that has just taken place
mixed with pain deep in his loins from the beating of his sensitive testicles.
“The one and only.”
Jayden’s balls are squeezed harder, still locked and
trapped in Calvin and Doug’s fists. His eyes bulge, while the two plums hanging
bare between his thighs are squished and corruptibly crunched and like control
buttons on a remote control. Jayden’s gaze loses focus along with his train of
thought as the two bullies standing over his prone body work their fingers
deeper into his soft and beaten balls, his body tense and fraught with pain. A
small gasp comes from Jayden, eyes rolling back and his head sinks down to the
tiled floor as his system slowly shuts down. The tremendous force of the ten
digits digging into his scrotum overwhelms Jayden and his body sags back
accepting his fate, and unable to put forth anymore effort to stop it.
Chase rushes forward, a concerned look in his eyes.
“Blake’s Curiosity…. Though Hell and Back With Jake and Sam”
Blake’s Date From Hell…. Jacob’s Domination
By
Levi
The campus buzzed with the energy of a Friday afternoon.
Blake, a whirlwind of sandy blonde hair and sweat-slicked muscles packed in his
tight-fitting shirt, was charming the sorority girls with practiced ease.
Jacob, watching the popular and older quarterback from a distance, felt a
familiar twist of something similar to jealousy. He’d seen this show before,
the charming country boy act, the blatant flirting. Blake noticed Jacob
observing as he continued to make the girls laugh and melt in his palm. He had
his legs spread wide, showcasing his prominent wrangler bulge, and his muscular
arms crossed on his chest. He flashed his perfect white smile as he flirted
with the girls.
Jacob noticed one of Blake’s teammates walking nearby, and an
idea crossed his mind. He had always been drawn to the athletic build of
Justin, who was a linebacker on Blake's football team, as he was passing
by.
"Great game last night, Justin," he complimented, his
gaze lingering on the player's powerful physique. Justin was built nice with
light tan skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. Jacob found himself enjoying the
conversation, noticing it was also catching Blake’s attention.
Blake, witnessing this interaction, felt a surge of heat. He had
trouble focusing on the girls talking to him as he watched Jacob laugh at
something Justin had said. The two boys seemed to be deep in conversation,
almost bonding. Blake could feel his blood boil. “Justin is not that great and
not even that funny. Definitely not funny enough for the animated laughs.” He
thought as he observed the two.
The girl in front of Blake could see he was distracted. “Are you
ok?” She asked, looking over to follow his gaze.
Blake snapped out of his thoughts, “Yeah, I’m fine! Can you
excuse me, though? I just remembered I need to ask a friend something before I
forget.” Blake said, unable to keep his gaze off the talking boys.
The
List
by
Jimmy
Jayden is staring at the list, with his friends and the
Midtown Wrestlers all gathered around him.
“Shit…we made it. All of us.”
Captain: To be determined
Wrestlers:
· Jayden
Gomez
· Doug
· Sam
Hell
· Oliver
Jackson
· Junior
Krueger
· Aldo
· Caleb
Krueger
· Gino
Gomez
“Still with only eight of us, we are in danger of being
disqualified. We need two recruits. Talk to all of your friends and find us two
willing participants to fill these open spots. You all have a job to do. Go!”
Jayden says.
The
Unfair Wrestling Tryouts
by
Jimmy
Logan lost.
The ominous event worried Jayden Gomez, the youngest
champion from last year’s wrestling league from Bartlet High School. He was not
used to Logan Krueger, his friend losing very often and he decidedly hated it
this time.
Coach Anderson starts giving the small gathered group of athlete’s
different exercises to do around the gym and by the end of it Jayden had worked
up a good sweat. Most of the guys trying out were able to keep up but steadily
at the tail end of almost all of the exercises was Caleb trailing last. Jayden
was proud that Junior has stayed with him along with Oliver. Gino, however was
also closer to Caleb often. Sam Hell didn’t seem to push himself too hard and
Jayden knew that Sam could have been at the front of the group if he wanted to,
but clearly Sam was fine with staying in the middle of the pack. Doug on the
other hand surprised Jayden the most, he seemed tired by all the extra exertion
that was required by him and Jayden found himself smirking by the end of the
challenges.
“Next, I am going to pair you up against someone to
determine how I vote. You want in on the team…impress me.”
Jayden finds himself nodding along to Coach Anderson’s
words as he gets paired off with Doug. Looking down the line he nods at the
Coach’s choices, most of these are good match-ups. Sam Hell verse his brother,
Gino does not surprise him. Aldo and Oliver…not surprised there either. Ending
with Caleb and Junior. These make match-ups should really show Coach Anderson
what the boys can do.
“Now, I really want to observe each match thoroughly so
we are going to go one at a time down the line. Some of you might finish in a
minute or so…others might go longer. Keep wrestling until you get a pin or I say so. Ready?” Coach Anderson
asks. Everyone seems to be nodding their heads eyes on their opponents across
the mat. Start us off Aldo.”
Aldo nods his head, the swimmer who started wrestling a
few months ago steps up to meet Oliver extending his hand.
Oliver meets it smiling back. “Aldo.”
“Oliver Jackson, nice to mee—t” Aldo stops talking as
Coach Anderson interrupts him midsentence.
“One second! I almost forgot! We have to cup check
everyone…every time.”
Coach
No More
by
Jimmy
In Logan Krueger’s bag is his nameplate.
The gold nameplate was given to him by the school, and
Logan could not have been prouder to see his name on the door or what it stood
for.
Logan let’s out a long sigh as he heads down to the
assistant’s office. Logan was assigned to be the assistant to Coach Ronnie
Anderson’s assistant. He still apparently had a place on the Bartlet…Midtown? Team.
The door to the assistant’s office is open and as his
eyes find Coach Ronnie Anderson’s assistant he can already feel his anger flail
just a little bit.
The individual sitting at his desk is on the phone,
smiling wide as he nods his head. “Of course Coach…whatever you say Coach…and
yes Coach, I’ll have those cleaned Coach…Yeah, red is a terrible color…of
course we can switch it. I’ll put in the order now blue singlets, sky blue just
like… uhuh…uhuh…uh…” here he pauses pursing his lips and nods. “See you later
on tomorrow” and promptly the man returns the phone to the cradle.
“Can I help…oh, it’s you.”