A Christmas Story with Kenny and Chloe

Merry Christmas Guys! I grew inspiration to give my friends a nice holiday themed gift, and here it is! This was a very last second decision, I hope there aren't any too many silly mistakes. 

More content should be coming soon! Stay warm and enjoy yourselves. It's Christmas time! :)

Kenny and Chloe were in the basement, killing time until bedtime on this particular Christmas Eve. Kenny was 12, and Chloe was 9, and the two siblings got along pretty well. They still got annoyed with each other, sometimes bothering the other intentionally just because they’re bored and are looking for some excitement. Normally, it’s Kenny being the annoying one. Picking on Chloe, saying semi-mean things to get a reaction out of her. Sometimes throwing things. But it was rarely done with malicious intent. Kenny always just liked messing around with his little sister. Plus, Chloe enjoyed and even looked up to her big brother. He's strong and playful, and Chloe always liked having him around her. It's how it's always been. 

Kenny got up off the couch in the basement and looked at his little sister, who was playing a game on her phone. She was wearing Christmas Pajamas their parents got them last year. Kenny and Chloe always get matching Christmas themed Pajama’s to wear on Christmas eve and Day. The one’s they’re wearing right now had white and green striped pants, and a green long sleeve shirt. The shirt even had a stitched in red collar, making the kids look like little elves. It's a Christmas tradition to wear last years this year, then switching on Christmas day. It's like a rite of passage into the new year. And even without that sentimentality, the outfit was really light and easy to wear. The pants were the type to stick to you, rather than hang, so they kept you warm too! So, the kids loved to wear them each year. 

“What game are you playing, Chloe?” Kenny asked.

Without even looking up, Chloe responded. “Leave me alone, I need to focus on this game.”

Kenny frowned and looked around for entertainment. He was bored and it wasn’t bedtime yet. He had to find something to do to pass the time, but Chloe was ignoring him. He turned back to his sister, and continued to pester her.

“Come on! I’m bored!”

“Then go upstairs, leave me alone Kenny!”

Kenny walked up and playfully, yet rudely, grabbed his little sisters phone and got himself ready to run away from her with a smile on his face.

“Kenny! Give me that back!”

“Gotta catch me first!”

Palmeria

"So, Class! Who here is familiar... with this game... called 'Fortnite'?" Mr. Wild asked his class. The entire class raised their hands. Mr. Wild's blue eyes grew wide with a smile as his head nodded approvingly.

"A class of taste, I see!"

"Mr. Wild, is it really tasteful to be familiar with the most popular cross-platform multiplayer game? That feels more-"

"Yes! It is Mister Blake! It shows that we have enough... knowledge, and ability to be able to become aware... of the important things in life!" Mr. Wild answered Liam.

"Of course. The finer things, like Fortnite, Doritos and Mountain Dew Voltage!" Liam exclaimed.

"Exactly! Add in some ice cream and my dog, and you've described my Saturday night!" Mr. Wild added shamelessly.

"Wow." Liam replied. His blue eyes were wide, and he was taken aback by those words, which were so brave, yet so bold.

"What kind of dog do you have?" Cody asked.

"A pug! Her name is Palmeira."

Camp Hardwood Day 4: Group Balls

Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans! A great day for America, and thus, for the rest of the world!

Day Zero
Day One
Day Two
Day Three

BBWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAWWWWAAAAAAAAAA....pffftttWWWAAAAAAAA

So, the next day came, and we woke up as normal. I woke up feeling a bit... embarrassed, I think. I didn't want to look at Cameron, or see him, or anyone for that matter, and I really didn't want anyone to look at me. I quickly got myself together, putting on a comfortable pair of jeans and a white tee. Without saying anything to anyone, I walked and waited in the communal area. Slowly, everyone piled in, and Diego waited for the full 8 of us. Cameron and Aaron were talking, then Monica came in and sat next to them. 

Diego told us that it's our day, we do whatever we want, chill with whoever. Just try to be back before dinner. I looked around, and I saw everyone pick out their groups. Tim and Diane were talking to Diego, the Twins joined them shortly afterwards. Aaron, Cameron and Monica were laughing, and seemed to settle with each other. So, just like school, I was the only one without a group. 

Everyone started piling out, but Cameron saw me by myself before the 3 of them left. He motioned to them that he'll be right out. They nodded, Monica and me making eye contact. She then said something to Cameron, but Cameron shoo'd her away. 

Cameron walked, trying to look like he wasn't walking towards me, rubbing his messy red hair. Lifting his red t-shirt slightly, showing off just a tad bit of skin above his grey sweats. I sat there, feeling unsure, but stuck in place. He looked at me looking at him, then I naturally attached to his green eyes. 

A Considerate Reappearance

Bit of a short one here. Hope you guys enjoy!

"Yeah man, I'm telling you. She has the biggest tits I've ever seen!"

"Cool."

"Dude, do you not believe me?" Sven asked sharply.

"It's not that. I just don't care. I'm fucking gay dude, I don't give a shit about her tits." Jordan replied, turning his colorful head to his stud of a friend, who may be trying to overcompensate.

"Whatever..." Sven said, looking back to the crowd. He then thought of something.

"Jordan."

"Sven."

"You remember Greg, right?

"Uhhh... that poor freshman whose balls you've claimed ownership over just because, right?"

"Right."

Sven's mind filled with Greg at the moment, still remembering his young and unrefined features, that are somewhat charming in a youthful way. He then remembered exactly how those small freshman balls felt in his hand, under his knee, and how that cute face contorted in terror. How his skinny, freshman body was curled up in defense and writhed in a pain he couldn't do anything about. Sven enjoyed the feelings these thoughts gave birth to, and he wanted to reexperience them again. Sven wanted to find Greg

"I haven't seen him in too long. Let's go reintroduce ourselves."

New Blog: The Thrill of Domination

So, some of you, but not all, may know that there is a cool new blog that's come about, called The Thrill of Domination, which instantly spiked my interest. 

I was a tad worried going in, that it would be focused around F/M, which I do NOT mind at all, but there are already a bunch of those. This blog however, focuses on the much more niche market of M/M domination. 

That's not to say that it'll be M/M focused, as I don't believe that's specifically mentioned, but it's NOT F/M focused. 

Here's a description 

There are some guys who want to rule over others, no matter what it takes. Honesty, sportsmanship and integrity are nothing to them. They just seek power and control, and their main aim in life is to humiliate and degrade the other males to establish their supremacy. These guys are dominators and this blog is about them 

Very exciting, and I am so much looking forward to keeping myself up to date with this blog. 

I love it when a guy throws the rules and sportsmanship out the window in order to control another guy. Making a boy melt into a pathetic pulp of tears, and keeping him in place, down and completely vulnerable, is so hot. I cannot get enough of it! And when that person holding them down is someone that's hot and totally capable of handling them without such underhanded tactics, but still resort to them anyways just because they can, makes it even better. 

This blog is all about that, both with exciting original stories and great, hot videos with fun and easy to understand comments. 

To anyone who enjoys my work, you'd probably get something awesome out of this blog too. 

Don't forget to check it out!

And, don't forget to check out my most recent stories!

Stevie Wondered and Yearned: A Brotherly Learning Experience

Ever since Paul came over, Stevie’s changed. He began to think twice before busting Cody, which was never the case before. Whenever Stevie's been bored, or looking for a pick-me up, he always knew he could go to Cody...'s balls. 

Stevie loved busting his brother's balls. The way they felt under his bare feet, inside and around his small bony hands. The funny faces and weird noises Cody would make. All of it came together to help Stevie feel awesome, no matter what. 

But one thing never really clicked with Stevie when it came to busting Cody's balls. He just never understood how it affected Cody. The first time he ever really understood how Cody feels when his fun bags get mangled, was when Paul was over and Cody pleaded with him. 

"...Stevie please. I'm your brother. Why are you hurting me so bad?"

Those words echoed in Stevie's young mind for weeks. He hadn't busted his big brother Cody once since that day. 

Over Stevie's 13 years alongside his older brother, Stevie never felt bad seeing Cody get busted, or even busting him himself, which only really began relatively recently. His young, inexperienced mind never gave the act more thought other than it's fun. He always saw his Mom and Dad bust Cody. And if Mom and Dad always did it... then it can't be that bad, right? He never thought it really hurt Cody too much, especially since Stevie himself has never been busted. He doesn't know how it feels. Stevie doesn't know a lot of things. 

Stevie also doesn't know what's going on with himself, at the moment. He's 13, and 13 year old boys have a tendency to change a lot. He's been much hungrier, his clothes are getting tighter on him. He's growing hair in places he's never had it before. His body is changing, and he's starting to feel differently too. He's been looking at the boys and girls in his class differently. He's been thinking about them more, and in different ways then he has before, which is strange to him. Stevie's also really taken a liking to this one girl in his class.

Stevie's also noticed he's been more moody too. And what Stevie used to do when he's felt upset, is bust Cody. But he doesn't want to anymore, the idea makes him feel ugly. And whenever he wants to feel better and Cody comes to mind, it just makes him feel worse because it reminds him of everything he did before to his sweet older brother. 

Stevie is going through a lot and doesn't know how to deal with any of it. He's frustrated, and feels alone. 

Cody's realized that his brother changing. He's noticed his brother's voice has gotten deeper. It's hard to tell since he lives with him everyday, but when he heard Stevie yell from another room, he realized he didn't have any idea who it was at first. 

Cody's noticed Stevie's getting closer to his own height, and Cody's felt that his brother's been in a worse mood. This would normally worry Cody, as that would mean that his balls are in grave danger. But Stevie hasn't busted him since that day Paul stopped by. In an odd manner, the lack of nut shots has worried Cody. He's starting to feel like there's something wrong with his little brother. 

Camp Hardwood Day 3: Good Thing I'm Not A Cat

Day Zero
Day One
Day Two

BBWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAWWWWAAAAAAAAAA....pffftttWWWAAAAAAAA

"Rise and Shine!"

Day 3. I woke up sporting a mean headache. I never had a migraine, but I assumed it felt like how I felt waking up that day. It was like my brain was pushing against my skull, trying it's best to get away from me. And for the 1 second I opened my eyes, the rays of light were piercing way too loudly, and I didn't understand how I could ever feel differently. 

I heard some rumbling and conversation going on, but I kept my eyes closed and hoped if I held onto my body pillow, the only source of comfort I had at the moment, everything else would fuck off. Someone put their hand on my shoulder after I ignored everyone for too long.

"Cevin, time to get up man." It sounded like Cameron. I just made a noise and kept my eyes closed while holding my body pillow tighter.

"Come on man." I heard.

... I continued to ignore.

"Cevi-"

“Please leave me alone.” I groaned into my pillow.

“...is everything ok?” Cameron asked lowly.

I sighed and held my pillow tighter. I really didn’t want to talk right then and there. I don’t think it had anything to do with Cameron personally, but I was just straight not feeling well. My head was pulsating, and I was really annoyed that I said leave me alone and he didn’t listen. I lied there, boiling in discomfort and stuffed up rage, waiting for him to ignite me so I can explode on him. 

But, I felt him move away and knew that I wasn’t going to be able to yell at him. I don’t know why I wanted to yell at him, but I did. It was almost disappointing, as I was getting amped up for the action. 

As I lied there, I began to find my bearings through my throbbing headache. I began to feel bad, remembering yesterday, specifically last night. I felt like a bit of an ass for acting the way I did a couple minutes ago. It didn’t make me feel any better. Gah.

Camp Hardwood Day 2 (Rewrite): Virgo Roshambo

Day Zero
Day One


BBWWWWWAAAAAAAAWWWWAAAAAAAAA...pfffftttWWWAAAAAA

"Rise and Shine! You guys have a obligation to fulfill!" Alexa proclaimed with enthusiasm that rubs you the wrong way after you just wake up. I started to understand Cameron's response yesterday morning the more I thought about it. I'm convinced morning people aren't people. 

The 4 of us moaned like zombies and acted the part, as we got up slowly with tired groans, knowing full well what's ahead of us and our balls.

"Fuck man..." I heard Tim say. "Fuck this shit, I don't wanna throw up today."

Eventually, we all got up and got ourselves ready and there was an aura of 'This is going to hurt' sitting in the air. I put on jeans with a black tee, Aaron put on nice green jeans with a white tee. His jeans looked really nice, I thought they were probably expensive. Cameron put on grey sweats with a white tee, and Tim put on normal jeans with a wife beater, sleeveless tee. His arms looked huge, and I was glad he chose to show them off. I liked the look everyone was bringing into today's activities. Everyone looked cute, and I even felt a little bit excited, watching everyone get ready. 

As ready as we were gonna get, and with Tim and Cameron holding their crotches, the four of us all talked together before we all left.

"So, we all gonna go easy on each other right?" Tim worriedly asked. Tim appeared to value not being in nauseating agony over the enjoyment of watching your peers be in nauseating agony. I mean I get it, but he's on his own boat here.

"Uh, no? Play to win!" I replied.

"Nah man, don't be like that." Tim responding in a pleading tone.

"If we don't play to win, the girls might just get angry and make it worse for us." Cameron said behind me. I didn't try to put on any face as I turned my smile around and saw Cameron looking past me, right at Tim. I looked back at Tim, now trying to hide my smile a bit, and it looked like Tim was giving the idea some thought. It was a good point, he obviously didn't want to take anymore than he had to. Might as well just go out and hopefully get it over with. Cameron knew what point to bring up to get the desired outcome. Cameron's actually pretty intelligent, at least I think so. 

Tim let out a defeated sigh then shook his head. "Fine, fine. But I'm not having breakfast! I don't want to throw it up right afterwards." Tim said, getting a laugh out of us.

None of us had breakfast that morning.

Camp Hardwood Day 1 (Rewrite): Two Balls and a Bat

AHHHHHH... It feels SO AWESOME to finally publish this! I hope you guys enjoy! And, thanks for reading :)

Day Zero

I wake up to the noise of a horn. A very loud horn.

BBWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAWWWWAAAAAAA…pffftttWWWAAAAAAAAA

“What the fuck is that?” I heard Tim say, both of us still very groggy.

I heard Cameron faintly from my side, “I’ve no fucking idea, but it just woke me up from an amazing dream.”

I opened my eyes and saw Cameron lying in bed as my head was lying on my body pillow. He’s on his stomach, but his face was tilted towards me. I would of thought he was still asleep if I didn't hear him groggily mumble. And he was looking so damn adorable. Lying in bed, eyes closed. Bed head. He looked so delicate… like a baby. I was thinking really kindly about him, I woke up with a smile. 

“Wakey Wakey!” We heard as the door opened. I flipped over and saw Josh.

“Big day ahead of us! Get ready, and meet up in the living room when you guys are ready. Wear something you don’t mind getting dirty in!” Josh said, leaving us in the room.

“Fuuuuccckk…” I groaned aloud. I really didn’t like getting up. I’m terrible in the morning.

Update: Camp Hardwood!

SO! This post is here so I can say somethings! Mainly surrounding Camp Hardwood, the storyline I postponed until further notice (THIS IS THAT NOTICE!)

TL;DR

Camp Hardwood Stories will be continuing soon, at random-ish intervals. Day 0 is unchanged, linked here but I deleted days 1 - 5. In the upcoming stories, some (debatably important) details change, so I'd recommend reading them!

I will be posting more sparingly, with classes starting up again soon

Thank you for reading! 

Good News is Always On it's Way

Sometimes, things don’t always go the way you want them to.

You carry on the monotonous pattern of everyday life. Waking up, readying up, moving, stopping. You go in with exceptions based on your own preconceptions. 

You expect the subway to be filled with people, who just like you, don't really want to be sitting on the smelly, and poorly kept four hundred ton screaming metal contraption piloted by a 'public servant' whose only two goal's appear to be keep their crap job of conducting a subway train, and inconvenience as many people as possible; the later, at which they are an expert in their field. 

Each person on this long, narrow and crowded locomotive go into the day, expecting the day to go a certain way... which means it would go exactly how someone else hoped it would've went for them the last time someone wanted the exact same thing as that person. And they would either be lucky, or they'd be disappointed. Both of which have happened before, and they are just another tally on one side or the other. 

Assuming you're grouped in the same empty blob of humanity as those experiencing life on a malnourished subway, you expect to be one of those who can, and should, be labeled, lucky, of course. 

Realistically, you expect the subway to move forward, stop, rumble, and occasionally break down as you wait for the subway to grow closer to where you expect to be. 

You also expect, unfortunately, for that black lady with a cart to continue to ramble to herself throughout the night whilst, thankfully, refraining from spontaneously comjuring into a piss stained mattress with an odor more rude than the one the homeless man who's, understandably selfishly, takien up 3 seats, is, unfashionably, giving off. 

You expect that the currently stalled subway train would eventually start up again and carry on the identical trek it goes on everyday so you can be where you expect yourself to be. 

You also expect to fail that test you took no more than 3 hours ago because you haven't the faintest of ideas why Sigmund Freud thinks everyone wants to fuck their own Mother. 

With these exceptions, we go into everyday with a sense of determination to accomplish what's asked of us in a way that's adequate enough to be deemed acceptable. We do this, because it's what we're supposed to do, because it's exactly what's been done by the people before us, and will be used as a mold for the people after us to follow. Because that's how society works, and even though everything changes, people never really change. 

Noah is having these particular thoughts on this particular day. 

Mr. Wild's English Class

New story! I'm pretty happy with this, and hope you guys enjoy it! 



“So...  class. Romeo and Juliet are a lot like... Kim Kardashian and Kayne West… in that… they are both lovers… and have... defined a generation." 

English class with Mr. Wild is always... interesting. He's a young teacher, pretty good looking, commonly with a strong full smile. Handsome face with comforting blue eyes, black hair and he always dresses very well. Often, with a suit and tie, which is more than what most teachers at Saint Bernard High School wear. But that isn't what makes Mr. Wild interesting. Not at all. 

"Romeo and Juliet are young lovers! And what's more sweet than young love?" 

Mr. Wild continued as most of the class boredly stared. Mr. Wild saw that the class wasn't paying too much attention, not even Cody, his star student.  

Mr. Wild raised his voice, and broke the mostly chill vibe of the room in an abrupt display of misguided engagement, "CODY, can you tell me!?" Mr. Wild exclaimed, pointing at now wide awake Cody, who sat in his seat, no more than 3 feet from Mr. Wild. 

Cody jumped at the sudden sound, and struggled to find the response Mr. Wild wanted.

"Uhh...uhh-"

"NOTHING! That's right Cody, NOTHING is more sweet than young love. And that's why Romeo and Juliet is still being talked about today... just like Kim and Kayne will be talked about years from now... hundreds of years!"

A Shocking Interaction

“...I invoke the right of my blood ancestors, a line of great warriors! Warriors who were the ONLY to capture Rome, one of the greatest cities this world has ever KNOWN! I call upon the name of Brennus, the Chieftan of the Senones. Under the power, the will of my blood ancestors, and Brennus himself, I hereby, REFUSE to accept this deplorable trial! I request... A TRIAL BY COMBAT! BY WHICH, I WILL PROVE MY INNOCENCE BY VANQUISHING SUCH UNJUST ACCUSATIONS, CRUSHING THEM TO DUST, LIKE THE SKULLS OF THOSE WHO THREATENED THE POWER OF THE CELTIC WARRIORS! VAE VICTAS! WOE TO THE CONQUERED!" 

The room was silent as the proclamation began to settle within every soul in the courtroom. An uncomfortable shiver ran down the spine of those susceptible, as the prospect of a trial by combat rang through their bones, and ate at their timid imaginations with the stains that come with such conflict. Eyes darted to one another, each wanting to say a word but scared to break the deafening silence that was echoing throughout. The hearty, strong and defined young man stood at position as his declaration was all on the minds of the nearby town folk. 

No sound came out of the room until the judge, jury, and executioner spoke at their podium. 

Put in Their Place Part 2: Nate vs. Himself

A new story, Part 2 following this seductive mistress. Enjoy!

The Hogan household sits in a well off neighborhood where it could shine without standing out. Mister and Misses Hogan have good jobs that allow Carrie and Nate to live luxuriously, without any care or concerns outside of those they give themselves. They have a lovely in-ground swimming pool in their backyard, which rests near a nice large tree, not too close as to block the sun, but close enough that one can leaf gaze, if they so wanted to from the inside of the 6 foot deep, rectangular pit of water the family spent the equivalent of a couple cashier's annual salaries to command Mexicans to dig, plaster and fill. 

Their yard is surrounded by a chain link fence that has a strong resemblance to a prison, standing at an almost awkward height of 10 feet. Mrs. Hogan is quick to tell anyone who'd listen that she did not want a 10 foot tall chain link fence to surround her backyard, and is more hesitant, but far further in animation, to blame the Mexicans she hired for believing that she wanted a 10 foot tall chain link fence. She'd say that they're used to walls of that size, and would easily find a way to use this as a transition into politics, which would be most people's cue to go do something else. 

However, if you were to ask the responsible Mexicans in question their side of the coin, they'd promptly respond with a well rehearsed retort, one that should not surprise anyone to hear, spoken in a thick and clear accent, "Yo no hablo ingles." 

This may of been a cause for the misunderstanding. 

However, despite this 'blunder', Carrie and Nate's parents have given their kids a good life, where the two siblings can do basically whatever it is they want, mostly to themselves, as their parents six figure jobs leave them unable to spend much time at home. Nate finds this preferable, as he enjoys time to himself and being as disconnected as possible, not caring to appear standoffish. In fact, he'd prefer it if he did. 

Put in Their Place Part 1: A Day of Firsts

This is a two parter, with the next one coming pretty soon. Enjoy ;)



Carrie Hogan attends a nearby college and takes pleasure in most of her experiences there. She enjoys her classes, and even likes having some of the boys around as well. Some boys seemed to enjoy having her around even more. 

Her long luscious and wavy brown hair sat on her shoulders behind her beautiful face, full lips, little nose and heavy coca eyes that were easy to stare at and assume that twinkle was directed at you. No matter how easy it was to get lost in her face, it was even easier to get hypnotized by the 2 large melons that swung in her bosom with every swing and the 2 balloons that bounced below her hips, with each step forward. Tall for a girl, her long legs seemed to stretch up into herself for a mile. She was ogled by the boys and envied by the girls. 

"Nate, do you have any tests today?" Carrie asked from the driver seat. She looked to her right and glared at her younger brother who seemed very interested in not acknowledging his sister. 

Carrie shook her head and faced the road. She turned into Saint Bernard High School and dropped Nate off at school. 

"Have a good day Nate!" Carrie said. Nate barely let his sister finish her sentence before he opened the door and left the car. Carrie watched her brother walk into school and she sighed out and drove away. 

"Fucking asshole." Carrie spat aloud. 

To Excite, or Not to Excite

Saint Bernard High School sat in the same place it’s been sitting since it was erected all those years ago. Since then, many different boys have come and left, joked and laughed, studied and slept, passed and failed, and of course, as it is an all boys High School, sacked and cried. 

These things will keep on happening, and there isn't much that can be done to change that. This is because, boys will be boys. Especially when there aren't any girls around. The only thing that can stop boys from being smelly and silly is a reason for them to be something different. Without girls, most boys wouldn't find a reason. 

However, just because there is no reason for boys to be decent at Saint Bernard High School, doesn't mean that there is no reason for us to follow them. Stories aren't told of decent people. Stories are told of people who excite us. 

A Forgetful and Quick Football Practice

“Is it Nick with a k or an h?” Justin asked. 

“With a K. Only losers spell it with an h.”

"Of course, I shouldn't of even asked." Justin responded. 

"I agree. You're dumber than you look."

Justin frowned. "Come on, that's not true."

Nick responded with a friendly smile. The two handsome lads were running laps together outside. They were both a part of the football team, and both were shirtless, wearing Saint Bernard Sweats, which are just normal sweats but with a Buffalo and a gold and blue S B underneath. 

"Tell yourself that if it makes you feel better." Nick joked. 

"Fuck off..."

"Doesn't matter, anyways. You're pretty enough to be stupid." 

Justin chuckled, nodding his head. "You are right about that." 

Some Books With Busts!

A post for those of you interested in books, and perhaps expanding your literary library, or just looking for some decent busts in 'quality' literature, or whatever. There are a couple busts in some books I've read, and thought I could share it with you lot! 

Andrew's First Time

This is a new story in a new 'universe'. It's short, and based pretty strongly off this kid I used to be forced to spend some time with. I'll probably go back to these sort of stories every now and then, because I do think about him a lot. Hope you guys enjoy!

I still remember the first time I busted Andrew. I was in 8th grade at the time, and him in 6th. I know there tends to be this ‘stigma’ especially in Middle and High School, where interacting with the younger kids made you weird, but I always liked them. They always looked up to you, in a sense, and it was easier to do what I wanted around them. Part of it was there's less stress involved around them, you don't have to impress them or anything. And I can kinda have my way, and if they didn't want to, I'd always find a way to impose. They were smaller, a bit dumber, and all around, more easy to kinda just… well, do what I want. More helpless. Maybe that makes me a bully, I don't know. He deserved it though.

Andrew had light brown hair, and he was honestly pretty annoying. Cute, but annoying. A really boyish face with pretty, green eyes, small and sweet smile when he said something he found enjoyable. Was always a good weight, and it was hard to see him in an unattractive light, at least physically. But again, despite how cute I found him, he was really annoying.

Especially during this time, he was very fixated on typical ‘cool guy stuff’. Like, he was really into cars and monster trucks. He loved sports, loved to show off. Loved heavy metal music, girls, and basically everything you associate with all of that stuff. Now, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying those things, but with Andrew, it felt like he was doing it for his image. It felt fake, and it made me just want to rip that shit down, and make sure he knows he isn't anywhere near as cool as he think he is. Make him feel like an absolute bitch. Make him hate being what he tried so hard to prove he was, a human being with a dick and balls. I could do that to Andrew, because I was bigger. Him being cute was just icing on the cake that I could not wait to dig into.

Poll Results: Where Do You Prefer Stories Take Place?

Results are in, and here they are:

School (Gym, Class, Lunchroom, etc) - 15/45 (33%)

Home (Bedrooms, Backyards, Basements, etc) - 20/45 (44%)

Outside (Fields, Stores, Public Places, etc) - 5/45 (11%)

As long as it's hot, it can be in a volcano - 5/45  (11%)

Other - 0/45 (0%)

Some more of my favorite busts! Vol. 3

Hey guys! Been awhile since I posted one of these, but better late than never! Here are some more of my favorite ballbusuting videos on Youtube! And to begin, a YouTube channel some of you might be familiar with. Call of Dumb!

Paul meets Cody's Family

Quick edit: Here are some stories that I published recently, and are worth checking out if you haven't already!


Paul looked at Cody and Stevie with a friendly yet surprised smile. It’s the first time he’s been inside Cody’s house, and so far, it's certainly meeting his expectations.

“You two look so alike, Jesus Christ…”  

It was very easy to see that the two are brothers. Cody looked just like Stevie does, when he was his age, and it's very likely that Stevie will look just like Cody does when he's 17. 

"How old are you Stevie?" Paul asked sweetly. 

"I'm twelve!" Stevie said with unconstrained excitement, happy to finally meet one of his big brothers friends. 

Paul laughed. "Twelve? Damn, you're gonna be big and strong just like your brother soon!" Paul said. 

Not only did Stevie smile and feel bubbly as he looked up at his big brother, but Cody also smiled at the comment. He looked down at his brother, proudly. Stevie has curly brown hair, and pretty hazel eyes that were looking up at Cody's eyes which look just the same. Stevie also has a great facial structure that he will no doubt grow into, just like Cody has. Cody rubbed Stevie's hair, which was just like his own, feeling something innate about his brother at the moment.  

Stevie felt appreciated, while also happy to be compared to his idol, and found it easy to respond. "Cody's awesome! He's really cool and funny too." Stevie said, making Cody feel all warm. 

"Really?" Paul asked. 

"Yeah! Watch this!" Stevie said, as he reared his fist back and punched Cody between the legs, smashing the mound in his white shorts with a twack. In Stevie's eyes, he just complimented the moment like a campfire compliments the night. 

A Royal Guide to Decency

I've gone and published a coupleof stories recently, so make sure to read them (Especially this one) first!

Certain but oddly unaware, Paul walked with determination straight on in an area that he’s unable to place. There’s something familiar about it, and it made him feel nostalgic. But if someone asked him where he is, or even why he's there, he wouldn’t be able to respond.

A poorly lit corridor surrounded him, and this poorly lit corridor stretched for quite a distance, much to Paul's displeasure. Paul only looked forward, as if there was no other choice. But at one point, he does realize, he has no idea how this badly lit corridor has any light whatsoever. Paul tried to glance around in hopes of finding the source of the weak lighting, in order to find something to throw his mild discontent at. But for some reason, he couldn't turn his head. It's like his head was fixed in place, and only his eyes were able to move. He wasn't even sure if he was in control of his feet, that were emotionlessly moving in front of the other like they were only following orders.

It was at this point Paul started to wonder what's going on.

Then, before he could find a suitable answer to what should be an easy question, he reached the end of the corridor.

A door stood in front. It was an exceptionally boring door. When Paul put his hand on the bronze doorknob, it sent a chill down his spine. Although boring, it was as unfriendly a door could be while still being indistinguishable. Paul moved his other hand to the middle of the wooden door and was able to recognize that it was a very cold door. Much colder then the corridor had been to this point. It made him hesitant to hold onto it any further, as it gave him a harsh feeling that made it clear that Paul was unwelcomed to keep his meaty teenage hands on it. But, his degenerate hand turned the knob and pushed anyways. Paul wasn't sure if he wanted to, but it was quite obvious to him that his opinion didn't matter.

The door creaked open, and inside was something that should've surprised Paul to see.

  

Shredded Shirts, Bruised Balls and Misguided Deciders

Hey guys! Should probably read my previous story first! I hope you guys enjoy! 
I also hope there aren't too many errors, I had to do some weirdness to format this properly. No idea what the issue was, but I digress. 

“It should be a crime for you to wear a shirt.”

Jordan stared at Nick with yearning admiration. Nick’s a very handsome 18 year old boy with gorgeous green eyes that are always on the lookout for a way to have fun. He's handsome, and cares how he looks. His jet black hair is well kept, and his face has no real flaws. A strong jawline, sweet dimples and cheekbones that are obvious, but aren't so sharp as to make him look manufactured; A natural, handsome face and a strong, sexy body with well kept and defined 6 pack abs, bulging biceps, bouncing pecs and a bulbous crotch. 

Nick's not wearing a shirt as we join in, and he's wearing white basketball shorts that are very soft to the touch. His body has some sweat running over, but he's hardly worked himself up. Nick felt awesome as he thought of a reply to his friend's complimentary words. 

A High Speed Accident and a Few Thousand Sperm Causalities

"Cody, do you understand this at all?" Said the gay half of the sperm cell. 

"Yeah... it's not hard, but Mister Polka didn't explain it well. Here, let me show you."

The two were in their last class of the day, College Algebra. The lesson today was focused on making a perfect square.

"Okay, just make sure you only have two variables on this side. If there's 3, just bring it over and flip the sign. And the first should just be an X, if it's a-"

"I get that, I get that, but after... where the fuck did that fraction come from?" Paul asked with a confused headache.

Cody let out a chuckle as he tapped the eraser side of his pencil on the paper, trying to think of how to explain.

Grapefruit Claw Part Two: Never Leave Yourself Open

Part 2! Part One can be found here

Stevie ran to his parents room. His father, Jerry, was lying in bed with only a pair of tight blue underwear on. He was scratching his hairy belly and turned his stubbled and still young, but not youthful, face away from the news when he heard someone come in.

"Hey Stevie! What's up little man?" Was said in a fatherly tone and grin. 

In a child-like tone and smile, "I just beat Cody in WWE! It was really fun!"

"Is that what all that screaming was about? It sounded like you had him by the balls haha!!" Laughed Jerry. 

"I did! It was really fun!"

"Haha, awesome son! The ol' fashioned Grapefruit Claw!" Jerry said with pride. "Your old man's special!"

"Cody bet me that if he won, I'd have to clean my room. But if I won, I said we could play another game!"

"I kinda wish Cody won now. That room is a mess, son." Jerry said with a smirk.

Laughing, but not wanting to focus on it, "DAAAD! Shut up.... Help me! I don't know what game I should pick..."

"Hmmm... well, what do you want to do? You wanna break your brother's balls some more?" Jerry asked Stevie.

"Yeah!" Stevie said with lit up innocence.

"Awesome! I know just the game! You should go get your phone, so we can record this! Put it up on YouTube!"

"Yeah! I'll go get that right now!" Stevie yelled as he ran off to his room. Jerry laughed and got up in anticipation as he strolled happily to his oldest's room in his underwear.