Shakeout: The mole

This is the last part of the Shakeout story. Thanks to everyone who contributed and left their feedback. Very special thanks to JP for the initial idea, a lot of input and all the help with the details...

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Brandon, Cal, Danny, Kev, Parker, the twins, 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
Taks 4: The glass plates
Task 5: The math
Task 6: Erections
Task 7: Upside down
Task 8: The funnel
Task 9: All or nothing

During the past weeks, our team had been competing against a rival website, ballbustboys.com, that had challenged us to a series of brutal, relentless tasks. Finally, last week, after nine of those tasks, we had managed to defeat them once and for all.

Warren, the owner of the rival website, had kept word. He was a vicious, mean guy, and I had half-expected him to ambush us and try to force us to give up. But apparently, my cameraman Chad had been very convincing when he had stomped Warren’s nuts into oblivion last week… Anyway, ballbustboys.com was offline, and I was pretty sure we’d never hear from Warren again.

One matter remained unresolved, though: Warren and his team had stolen some of our ideas that hadn’t been published. Somehow, they had been able to get access to privileged information. There was only one explanation: Someone from our own team had betrayed us. We hadn’t been able to find out who it was since we didn’t have insight into Warren’s documents.

I had all but given up hope that we’d find the traitor until, two weeks ago, Vince had given me new hope.

Vince was the mastermind behind all those nasty contraptions that had been included in the tasks. He was a thorough and devoted scientist, and he had a very, very twisted imagination – a combination that resulted in buckets of cum and quite a lot of bruised and battered balls…

But, at the same time, Vince had a heart of gold. He was friendly and polite, and I really liked him. He was 20 years old, with brown hair and a cute face. He looked younger than 20, and he tried to appear older by growing a goatee and sideburns. But due to a distinct lack of facial hair and beard growth, his attempts at looking more mature made him look even younger…

Two weeks ago, Vince had told me that he had a lead. Today, he was going to reveal the identity of the traitor.

Shakeout – task 9: All or nothing

 

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Chad (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
Task 6: Erections
Task 7: Upside down
Task 8: The funnel

Today was the day.

It was the final day for one of our websites.

Someone was going to win today, and the loser would have to pack his things, admit defeat and close down his website.

It seemed like years ago when Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, had challenged us to this series of tasks. His website was a thinly veiled carbon copy of our site, and he had stolen our members and copied our ideas for the last months.

Today, either one of us was going to go offline.

I looked at my cameraman Chad.

We were standing in front of the door to Warren’s warehouse.

Two hours ago, we had received an email. “7 p.m. today. You and your little boyfriend.”

I sighed and bit my lower lip.

“Let’s go in”, Chad said.

I sighed again.

“And if we don’t win, I have a job for you”, he added.

Shakeout – task 8: The funnel

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Cal, Danny, Kev, Parker, 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
Taks 4: The glass plates
Task 5: The math
Task 6: Erections
Task 7: Upside down

Last week, we had been duped by Warren and his team. Warren was the owner of rival website ballbustboys.com, a ruthless tyrant who bullied his models and was unapologetic about stealing our members and our ideas.

Some time ago, he had challenged us to a series of tasks that were designed to determine who was going to keep their website. The loser was going to shut down his site.

Right now, with seven out of nine tasks completed, Warren had a narrow lead: His team had won four points while my team had won three.

Today, it could be over. Everything was on the line. If we lost, we lost everything.

This morning, Warren had sent us an email. “Bring 6 models, loser. Warehouse. Today. 7 p.m.”

My cameraman Chad and I had been arguing all day.

After last week’s defeat – someone had poised Brandon’s soda with a substance that caused him to lose control of his cock, resulting in two impressive, involuntary, incredible ejaculations that left poor Brandon humiliated and groggy – Chad had urged me to think of a way to pay Warren back.

“Why don’t you see it?” he had fumed. “That fucking bastard isn’t playing by the rules. Why should we?”

“Because we are better than him”, I had responded for the 600th time. “We can win against him without using dirty tricks.”

Finally, Chad had given up. “This is ridiculous. You are stupid.”

Now, we were standing in front of the warehouse.

Six models.

We had decided to ask big balled blond frat guy Zach, indie gymnast Parker, brown haired jock Kev, black swimmer Cal, curly haired cutie George and strawberry-blond actor Danny.

All of them knew what awaited them.

Shakeout – task 7: Upside down

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Brandon 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
Task 6: Erections

I looked at my watch. It was quarter to eight.

We walked back to the car. Brandon was limping gingerly between me and Chad, his black t-shirt covered with stains. The 21 year old Asian American whimpered in pain with every step. His hand was cupping his crotch. The top buttons of his jeans were open in order not to compress his sore, swollen junk. His half-hard cock was pointing up inside his briefs, with his bruised balls tucked in below.

“I’m sorry”, Brandon croaked, his eyes filled with tears. “I really am! I don’t know why that happ---“

“Alex!” I heard someone whisper.

I turned around and saw Vince running towards us. He looked over his shoulder, back at the warehouse a couple of times. When he reached us, he grabbed my arm and pulled me behind a tree so that we were out of sight from the warehouse.

Vince was out of breath. “They gave him a drug”, he whispered nervously. “They cheated!”

I stared at him.

***

An hour earlier, at quarter to seven, we had arrived at Warren’s warehouse.

Warren was the owner of ballbustboys.com, a website that was stealing our ideas and had caused our website to lose quite a lot of subscribers. He had challenged us to a series of tasks. In the end, the loser would have to go offline. Right now, the score was even. Our team had won three challenges and Warren’s team had won three challenges.

Brandon was in a good mood. He was wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a black t-shirt. “Okay, let’s go”, he grinned as we walked towards the warehouse, carrying a bottle of Pepsi in his hand.

My cameraman Chad and I had told him everything there was to know about Warren, the challenge, Warren’s frightening cousin Rex, the team of tough models.

But Brandon didn’t seem to be intimidated. Even as we told him about Vince’s twisted inventions and what might be in store for him, Brandon just shrugged and grinned, “Don’t worry. I’ll win…”

Shakeout – task 6: Erections

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.

Shakeout – task 5: The math

 

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: the twins 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

Today, I was in a rather good mood.

I was sitting on the passenger seat of the car. My cameraman Chad was driving. We were on our way to Warren’s warehouse.

Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, a rival website that had stolen a couple of our story ideas and continued to steal our members, had challenged us to a series of tasks. Four tasks had been completed, and the score was even. Last week, our big balled stud Zach had shown us how much cum was stored in those oversized babymakers of his. And the week before, our red haired gymnast Parker had defeated Warren’s prized Russian hunk Dima and humiliated the horsehung guy.

I was whistling happily, looking in the rear view mirror and watching the twins Michael and Will stare back at me.

Today, Warren had sent me an email asking me to bring the twins. No problem, Warren, we are on our way!

I turned my head and smiled at the two blond 22 year olds. “I’m sure you’ll win this thing!”

Michael shrugged. “I don’t know. From what Parker told me, he was in pain for a couple of days.”

“But he won”, I said cheerfully. “You should have seen that Russian. He had a huge cock that was fiery red after he pulled it out of the milking machine…”

Shakeout – task 4: The glass plates

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.

Shakeout – task 3: The mallets

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key
Task 2: The machine

I was sitting on the passenger seat of my cameraman Chad’s car. Outside, it was freezing cold. Snow was falling, covering the sidewalks and the house tops in white cotton candy. The noise of the town was muted by the snow, and everything looked peaceful and quiet.

I turned my head and looked at Parker. “Thanks for helping us.”

The 21 year old gymnast was wearing a camouflage anorak, a purple scarf and tight red jeans that were almost the same color as his dyed, flaming red hair.

“Sure”, he replied, smiling. “I hope I’ll do better than Ben.”

I nodded.

We were on our way to the warehouse. Warren, the owner of the website ballbustboys.com which shamelessly copied our plots and stole our members, had sent me a short email, asking us to be at the warehouse at 7 p.m. and to bring a model.

He had threatened us into competing in a series of twisted tasks. In the end, either Warren’s or my website would prevail, and continue to make videos. The loser would go offline.

Everything was on the line.

And it didn’t look very good for us.

Shakeout – task 2: The machine

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And it’s a quite brutal. Might not be everyone’s cup of tea…

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

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key

I looked at my watch. It was almost 7 p.m. “Fuck!”

My cameraman Chad was pacing the studio.

 “I told him to be here at half past six!” I said.

“Well, he isn’t here”, Chad mumbled.

“I know that”, I snapped. “Do you think we can make it to the warehouse in five minutes?”

Chad shook his head.

“Fuck!” I looked at my watch again. “We’ll be late.”

Suddenly, we heard footsteps on the stairs.

 “There he is”, I said quickly.

Chad and I raced down the stairs.

I almost ran into Ben who looked at me with a surprised expression on his face.

Shakeout – task 1: The key

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Vince (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy

Chad and I arrived at the warehouse at 7 pm.

Almost one week had passed since we had been here for a meeting with Warren, owner of ballbustboys.com, a website that shamelessly copied our content and continued to steal our members. We had been jumped by Warren’s henchmen, and he had challenged us to a fight, a series of tasks that both of our teams would have to cope with. The winner was going to keep his website. The loser was going to wrap things up and go offline. Everything was on the line, our money, our future, everything.

But we had no idea what those ominous “tasks” were going to be.

Earlier, I had received a email from Warren. “Warehouse. 7 pm.”

I had been antsy all day, pondering whether we should just give up.

Finally, Chad and I had decided that we had no chance. We had to meet Warren again and hope that this wasn’t some kind of trap.

I had left a message with a good friend of mine, telling him where I was going and who I was going to meet. After our last encounter, I didn’t trust Warren at all.

Meeting with the enemy

 

Featured in this story: Chad (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business

“This is it”, I said, looking at the address I had written down on a piece of paper.

My cameraman Chad and I were standing in front of a large warehouse building.

A couple of days ago, we had found the reason of our declining subscription numbers. Another website, ballbustboys.com had started producing videos that seemed to lure our members away from us. Their production values seemed to be as good as ours, if not better, judging from the clips on their site. And on top of that, they were stealing our ideas. We had contacted Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, and he hadn’t been very cooperative. Today, we were going to meet him.

I looked at the building. “What a shabby place”, I mumbled.

Chad grinned.

“What?” I snapped.

“It looks just like our place”, Chad said.

I raised my eyebrows and pointed at the first floor of the building. Some windows were shattered. “The first floor is abandoned”, I said.

Chad chuckled. “As I said, just like our place.”

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.

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.