Update:
This Week’s Story’s and Video’s
The Juvenile Hall Thief: Knock, knock…
by Jimmy
Getting closer to Sam Hells street Silas Dark sniffs
the cool night air, freedom tastes so sweet even among the scattering of nearby
cookouts in the early summer heat. Silas Dark amuses himself with images of Sam
Hell in front of him pleading with his ugly red eyes when he spots a shifting
running individual. He’s shirtless and running proudly, sweat above his brow
but Silas would know that frown from anywhere: it’s the Devilboy himself.
“Keep going,” Silas snarls to the thief. “I want to
get there before he returns and give him a tasteful surprise when he gets
there. A little… housewarming gift.”
“Anything you say, but I want to hurt the brat.”
“That you will thief that you will.”
Cruising along a nearby street, the thief pulls along
until they fall under the shadow of a large pine and cuts the engine. The car
takes a moment to cool off, the engine still buzzing.
“Now let’s go.”
Doors open and shut, and the pair walk side by side.
Silas Dark wears a mask, like the thief but he made sure to put in his
contacts. His eyes are pitch black like midnight and he wants this to be the
last image that Sam Hell sees before he destroys him, making him kneel in front
of him.
“Back door,” Silas Dark tells the thief. “They will be
under the mat, my contact has informed me.”
“Perfect, I’ll kill the power…like before.”
Jimmy’s Found Videos #54
Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,
Sorry for the late post! Here are this weeks videos!
Jimmy
1). Lot's of kicks for his friends
The Juvenile Hall Thief
by Jimmy
The thief was watchful.
In the bowels of the night, his
keen eyes roam the halls of the facility windows and doors watching and
learning the layout of the land and more importantly how to break-out a certain
inmate.
His name is Silas Dark.
The thief is clever and bides his
time. Several weeks have passed since Silas Dark was first brought to Bartlet
Juvenile Hall and in that very short time Silas Dark has made a reputation of
himself. No one crosses him. Silas Dark’s edgy demeanor, and quiet watchfulness
was pegged for shyness. A mistake that Cliff still regrets to this very day.
Ever since Cliff staged an attack on Silas Dark during his first night in the
institution he has been made out to be the plaything of Silas’s.
Everyday a new torture awaits
him, and this night is no different as Cliff steaks down the hall naked as the
day he was born with words written along his back: Fresh Meat! The words were
written like a tramp stamp above his ass, the cursive writing just dipping into
the globes of his hairy ass.
Silas Dark awaits his thief, he
knows that he has failed him and will come to redeem himself. And he sits
quietly on his bed, hands tucked behind his head as awaits his arrival.
The thief does not disappoint.
The Struggle of Getting
Bigger, a Little Guy Problem Part 2
by Jimmy
Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,
I know that you were expecting a very different story today, but our dear friend Bryce is still working on the story. For today, I finished up a little plot that I left dangling a few weeks back. Have a great weekend everyone!
Sincerely,
Jimmy
Sam Hell growls, his guttural voice low and menacing as
his red eyes boar into Will Brady, Bill and his own foster father.
He just walked into the kitchen and found Bill, bound and
helpless on the kitchen counter top with an array of tools that Will Brady has
used on his own son and Sam Hell is seeing red. He always sees red, but this
time is more fugitively.
“Bill, I am coming I will save you!” Sam Hell barks, spit
flying as he runs across the short distance from the kitchen doorway to Will
Brady ready to deliver a can of whoop-ass. He’s seeing red, and while that is
always the case for the one true Devilboy seeing Bill hogtied, naked, and on
display being tortured by Will Brady has put him on a tailspin of anger that of
wish he has barely known. The betrayal is like hot fire burning through him, he
thought that he could trust his foster father and now he knows that he was
wrong. Sam Hell hates being wrong.
Will Brady’s eyes widen, and he attempts to step back
half forgetting for a moment that the kitchen island is behind him. Sam Hell’s
fingers are inches away as he starts to say “Sam, you don’t under—!”
“I do!” Sam Hell roars grabbing Will Brady by the shirt
and heaving him towards the hanging pots overhead where, Will Brady bangs his
head letting go of the breath he did not realize that he was holding. “You’re
vile, and I will destroy you!”
Jimmy’s Found Videos #53
Dear Ballbusting boys,
Some of the best videos are when you get to see this guys more than once, like these ones!
Enjoy!
Sincerely,
J.
1). This fun video came from Alpha_bust on instagram.
Third Wheel
By Jimmy
“I’m
sorry babe,” Logan says, dropping an arm around her shoulders.
Ashley
rolls her eyes, but delights in his body wash. The sandalwood, mixed with fresh
hints of pine along with Logan’s clean smelling underlining traces of musk
still make her swoon up against him.
“It’s
fine,” she tells him for the third time on the couch while Chase on the other
side of Logan flicks up to the horror film that he had been waiting on to share
with…well, Jayden but he’s not here.
“He
got mad at me…again.”
“What
did you do this time?” Logan says, not unkindly draping his other arm over
Chase’s shoulders and pulling him in. The two have gotten really close, like
brothers but still mixed with a Dad/son element that Logan can’t quite describe
to anyone. The bond that the two share since Logan moved in full time, he does
not even pretend to be staying at his childhood home anymore is undeniable.
“It’s
not my fault” grumbles Chase settling in against Logan. “His brother is such a
twat.”
Ashley
snorts.
“Hey!
He’s not that bad.” Logan laughs, chuckling.
“Yes
he is, and he’s always ruining everything. So I blamed a harmless little joke…”
Update:
This Weeks Stories and Video’s
Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,
First up is Third Wheel written by me. It’s a story about Chase telling Logan
and Ashley how he messed up with Jayden.
Crushing Hard 4 Conclusion
By Jimmy
Previously:
Ballbusting Boys: Crushing Hard written by Jimmy
Ballbusting Boys: Crushing Hard 2 written by Jimmy
Ballbusting Boys: Crushing Hard 3 written by Jimmy
And now the ending of: I Have a Crush on You. Sorry for the wait. I wanted this to be perfect.
The next day, Max meets Jayden early at Bartlet High School.
Jayden waves him inside with his keycard: Wrestling Captain is written in bold
letters below his name and picture.
“You
got this,” Jayden tells Max and he pats his friend gently on the back as Max
heads inside.
“Thank
you, Jayden.”
Inside
of Bartlet High School, the halls are quiet and Max can hear his own breathing
so different from the loud outside world with bustling early Saturday morning
traffic, and bird song that fills the trees all around the school. Max quietly
heads down the empty hallways, he’s dressed in shorts and a t-shirt that he
disrobes as he walks. He’s just in his singlet that Chase has gotten for him a
few months prior and the material clings to his chest, his waist and thighs. It
feels good. He places his clothes in a small pile near the door to the gym, his
heart is beating and Max can hardly wait to see Logan Krueger again.
The
door slowly swings open, the well-used joints spring open at the lightest touch
and Max delights upon spotting Logan is his own red singlet practicing a few
moves on the mat. His heart thuds in his chest, and for a moment it’s all that
Max can do but stand there and stare at Logan as he practices.
Logan
as always is magnificent to behold, his gleaming blonde hair is parted and
slicked halfway back showing off his sparkling rugged blue eyes. He has not
shaved in a bit and a few light blonde hairs are visible on his cheeks and
strong chilled jaw. The singlet cuts into his skin, form fitting and he appears
almost godlike as he poses with his backside to Max. Max pauses and tries to think of what to say
as he stares openly at his crush.
Logan
catches him first in the windows, the reflection of Max in the glass totally
captivated as he stares at Logan. Slowly Logan spins, a wry smile forming at
the corners of his mouth.
“You
came to practice?”