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: Vince and Zach (click for pictures)
Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key
Task 2: The machine
Task 3: The mallets
I was whistling happily, sitting on the passenger seat of the car.
My cameraman Chad was driving.
In the back of the car, Zach was flipping through the pages of a magazine.
We were heading for Warren’s warehouse.
Warren was the owner of ballbustboys.com, a website that shamelessly
copied our skits and stole our members. He was an unpleasant guy, and
there was no doubt that he thought that his site superior to ours and
he, as a person, was superior to me. Warren had challenged us to a
fight, a prolonged battle that was carried out in a series of tasks.
Each task involved a threat to the manhood of either one of our models
or one of his models or both.
After Warren’s team had scored two victories, our own Parker had
defeated one of Warren’s trophy studs last week. Dima, a cocksure
Russian with an arrogant demeanor, a humongous cock and two supersized
gonads, had been crying like a girl when Parker had shown him who was
better at containing his load.
Thinking back, I grinned. Today, we were going to beat them again. I
looked into the rear view mirror and noticed Zach adjusting his crotch.
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