The Boy Wonder Part One: Captain Karate

“Muahahaha! My evil plan is in full effect! No one can stop me!”

 

“Please! Someone has to save us!” Cried one of the innocent captives, helplessly bound to their fate.

 

“No one can save you now! It’s all over-”

 

“Not so fast, evil doer!”

 

Every captured civilian in the room turned their head with awe and inspiration, encouraged by the flying words from the now open window in the abandoned warehouse, they were helplessly trapped in.

 

“It’s him!”

 

“He’s here to save us!”

 

“Ahh! Captain Karate… how nice of you to finally show up…” The Villain frowned as he understood that this was meant to be. The Villain turned around and signaled his silent, gargoyle lackeys. Suddenly, the looming giants came alive, and were directed towards the handsome superhero, who stood in the window frame. His yellow trunks were tight over his blue spandex suit, and the superhero’s muscles and curves were lit with a yellow outline.

 

“Get him!” The Villain commanded, as the two brutes tumbled forward, with only Captain Karate in their sights.

 

Captain Karate jumped from his vantage point, his yellow cape flailing gracefully with the fall down, until he landed smooth on the floor and in a perfect position to deal with the two cohorts lumbering at him.

 

Captain Karate danced around his attackers, never being in any threat while simultaneously making the brutes look like fools. Their attacks seemed to lag behind the much quicker and more talented Captain Karate.

 

The civilians watched with their mouths open in admiration, as their superhero dealt with the monstrous thugs with ease. Even The Villain himself, was fixed on Captain Karate’s spectacular movements, unable to look away as his two assistants were outlandishly outmatched.

 

Captain Karate finished off the brutes by pushing one thugs attacking fist into the other’s face, knocking the receiver out of commission, then finally kicking the final criminal in the jaw with his educated foot. The behemoth fell to the floor, unconscious next to the other.

 

Captain Karate pulled his swinging foot to the floor, turned to stare ahead at The Villain. With his closed fists at his side, posing with spread legs and flowing cape. A distinct KC was embalmed on his chest in thick yellow lettering. There was a smirk on his boyish face, his high cheeks speckled with little transparent suns under his chestnut eyes, and perfectly tailored light brown hair.

 

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Captain Karate asked, arousing cheers from the captive civilians.

 

Lea and Her Two Big Brothers

“Oh Ethan! Mom said you’re here already, you’re so lucky!”

“No Lea, I already told you. Ethan isn’t feeling well, that’s why he’s home.”

Lea's young, and long blond hair was undone, as she walked into the living room, noticing how her oldest brother looked as she approached him. Her oldest brother Ethan, was lying on his side with an icepack over his groin. He was wearing the sleeveless tee he always wears under his clothes, and the sweats he went to school with. His 15 year old face was red, his brown eyes were closed and his unkempt wavy brown hair was like a wet mop on his head. The TV was on, but Ethan wasn’t watching.

“Ethan! Did some-”

“Sweetie, leave Ethan alone, he needs rest. Go play with Jonas.”

“Mom, no! I don't want to-"

“Jonas, she’s your sister! Don’t be like that. Your brother needs to rest, both of you go upstairs.”

“Ugh, whatever, fine. But, what’s wrong with Ethan?”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine! Just a prank some boys played on him at school.”

Jonas leaned in and peaked into the living room with his green eyes. Jonas saw his big brother on the couch, noticed the way Ethan was lying on the couch, and saw the ice pack placed over his crotch. Jonas shuddered at the sight. He can tell that his big brother got hit in the balls. It must be really bad, if he’s like this.

“Ouch, bro. That looks like it hurts...”

“No shit!” Ethan grumbled on the couch. He shifted and let out a grunt as he moved.

"How'd it happen?"

"Jonas, please." Ethan groaned. Jonas understood, and went upstairs without being spoken to again. But, Lea stuck around, and kept her green eyes on her biggest brother, as he lied painfully on the couch. 

Lea's always been interested in her big brother's. She always liked to watch TV with them, play sports and mess around with them. Even now that she's started school, she always tries to hang out with the boys rather than the girls. She's been called names because of it, and the boys sometimes even try to push her away. But it doesn't bother her. She knows how to handle boys. She has two big brother's after all. 

Schedule for Upcoming Stories

I made a schedule and decided to share it with you guys, so you know when my stories are coming! I'm including what I recently posted, just to keep everybody updated and informed. (And if there are any mistakes in any of these, please let me know! I literally cannot read through them all so if there's anything I should fix, I'd really appreciate the headsup!)

 

December 8th: SuperSons Part 3 

December 10th: SuperSons Part 4

December 13th: Steps Together Part 3

December 14th: Lea and Her Two Big Brothers

December 15th - 21st: Seven Part Series of "The Boy Wonder" a "new" original series involving an OC Captain Karate (No relation to Robin) 

December 22nd - Levi's Bet Part 2

December 23rd - December 26th: Parasite Chapter 2 Parts 1-4 

December 28th - The Sabrina Effect: Jared and Seth (2 Stories connected to Sabrina (Stevie's girlfriend) and the effect she had at school) 

 

January Stories will ALL be Saint Bernard Stories! Hope you guys enjoy them 

 

January 1st 2026: The Gym Part 1

January 2nd: The Gym Part 2

January 4th: The Soccer Game Part 1

January 5th: The Soccer Game Part 2

January 7th: Things We Believe In (Mr. Wild's Classroom) 

January 8th: The Motel Meetup

January 9th: Drowning in Agony

January 10th: Cody in the Ring

January 12th: Sven Meets Andre: Captain Of

January 15th, 17th and 18th: The Final 3 Chapters of The Boys Story: The Party 

 

Don't forget to check in on those days! Stories should be posted around the same time everyday. Please enjoy :)

 

Steps Together: Part 3 - Where is the Line

Part One 

Part Two 

Holden couldn't help but feel blessed. And who wouldn't in his shoes? All the stress and worry he built up, considering his relationship and feelings with new step-brother were all erased when that step-brother went out of their way to make sure everything was cool and alright between the two; even at the expense of his own balls. Holden wasn't as worried about overstepping because of how cool Dallas was with everything, which certainly made him feel better and more at home around Dallas.

Dallas on the other hand, although the pain was temporary, found himself somewhat worried after how Holden treated him the last time, especially after his Mother interrupted them. He was feeling great, then not so great. Given, that wasn't really Holden's fault. Then, he felt horrible and then totally abused, taken advantage of and sick to his stomach.

As he lied there, in easily the worst pain in his life, he wondered if he made a mistake by encouraging Holden like he did. He wasn't sure if he was ready, capable or willing to feel this badly again, even for his step-brother's sake. Given, Holden did try to make it up to him and finished the job he had to stop a day later after his balls were less sore, but he was still sore for a few days and didn't want to get up from Holden's bed because of it. Holden did act kinder towards Dallas, served him, brought him food and drink and was very gentle with him, but Dallas didn't forget how badly his balls got busted. He couldn't if he wanted to either.

So, after they stopped feeling so sore, Dallas was cautious and considering, despite Holden acting remarkably tender towards him. Dallas couldn't help but give back the good vibes that he was getting, but he was still careful to have a hand near his nuts at all times around Holden; at least while he felt unsure. After about a week, his guard dropped and things felt casual enough for Dallas.

Holden noticed Dallas protecting himself more during that time, and was careful to act kindly and courteous. He realized he might've overstepped the last time and made sure to act nicer and more friendly because of it. Not that he had to try very hard to act like this though. Naturally, Holden wanted to be playful and serve Dallas, the boy who was so cool, accepting and open to him. He offered Dallas the option for anything to help him feel better, and Holden meant anything. He made that clear, but Dallas didn't take him up on anything, only happily accepting anything that was given to him. And Holden did want to give Dallas almost everything, and flirted through both words and conspicuous motions and rubs, both of which warmed both boys on both ends. The motions were shared and it was really, honestly lovely.

Blog Update: Stories, Stories, Stories!

Long time no see everybody! Thank you to those who read this. This blog will always hold a special place in my heart: 

- It helped me find some great friends who I can connect and confide in

- It gave me an opportunity to really express my passion of both writing and busting dude's balls and watch them squirm

- It allowed me to feel the blessing of having people look forward to hearing from you and reading hot, cool and fun (hopefully!) stories. 

 

I'm so grateful to all of you who still check my blog and want to read more from me. I had a lot of fun sharing my work with you guys, engaging with people over the years and knowing that people are looking forward to reading my stories. Making this blog was a great decision! 

 

However, the days of me being on this blog are numbered... honestly, I want to delete it but I don't know if I'll have the heart to do it. THOUGH, there will very likely be a new blog very soon; both as a reset for me (posting stories I'm more comfortable and proud of) and an opportunity to do something cool with someone very cool. Stay tuned for more information on that. 

 

Now, as for the real reason for this post. I have A LOT of unpublished but complete stories that I never really felt comfortable posting for one reason or another. I already posted my two SuperSons stories recently (check here and here) so there are 4 of those in total. 

 

Over the next month, I'll be posting old stories that I never published. There will be a new upload several times a week, maybe even everyday. This includes some Cody and Saint Bernard Boys! So to those who wished for more of them... well, be blessed! You'll be getting quite a few of them (though I don't think there are any new Stevie and Cody stories... sorry!) 

 

So, TLDR; New blog coming soon, I will abandon this blog (maybe delete, so save stories if you want) and I will be posting loads of unpublished but completed stories, including those involving Saint Bernard Boys. 

 

And please, leave comments and reach out if anything! Much love and I'll be here a little longer  

SuperSons Part 4: Dance of the Robins

SuperSons Part 1

SuperSons Part 2 

SuperSons Part 3 

 

“I’m not saying you… have to fix anything. But make sure you talk to him soon.” 

Tim was half in uniform; he had on his red chest piece and tights, but nothing on his feet or face. His hair waved on his head, modern and handsome. His young, comfortable face lay pleasantly, his skin smooth and soft to see and to touch. He was putting on his clothes earlier, when he decided to stop and walk into the common room to get something to drink when he saw Damian in the corner. He stopped, thinking back about the moment shared between the younger Robin and Super Boy last week, after they got rescued from Joker being a prick. 

He knows Damian has been acting differently since and felt very confident as to why. Tim knows something about young relationships and not understanding themselves. So when he watched Jon and Damian from a short distance the other day, and hearing about what Damian told him… he knows there’s something special between them. He didn’t want Damian to make the same mistakes he might have when younger. Tim Drake saw this as an opportunity for the two of them. A way to get along. His expression softened as he leaned back, his body taut and flexible, waiting ro Damian to respond.

After a minute, Damian replied “It’s none of your business.” 

Tim expected this, not surprised to see Damian be visibly annoyed that he was talking about this without it really being brought up. Tim was at the end of his short, well-intended parting of knowledge as he stood between Damian and the exit. Tim wasn’t forcing him to stay in, but Damian had to walk past Tim to leave. 

Tim grimaced, rubbing his hair and thinking back on how he felt when he was younger. When he and his best friend fought, and he didn’t understand how to make things right again. The young Tim Drake knew this required a delicate touch. 

He read the room, sensing the tension and moved from the exit. In as casual a look he can have in half costume, feeling somewhat naked but open. He approached Damian, who had his forearms against a chair and sighed loudly as he saw Tim approach. Tim understood Damian’s hesitation but also understood why adults sometimes did things that bothered kids. Kids don’t always know what they need. 

“Sorry. But, just make sure you think about this and… ha.” Tim leaned back against the wall with his shoulders, arms crossed against his chest and was as comfortable as he looked. Being in tights was second nature to Drake. “I know it sounds weird, but I’m happy for you Damian. Not because of everything that happened… but, because it did happen and who it happened with. This is good for you. You get me?”

 

SuperSons Part 3 - BustedBoys

SuperSons Part 1 

SuperSons Part 2 

 

Damian jumped away from the Joker’s homemade projectile that would do untold damage if it hit him. 

 

“Ha! Come on, don’t you wanna know what my Joker Bomb would do!? Not even a little!?” Joker played his face straight at the end, just to burst in laughter right after anyways. 

 

Damian grimaced, his goggles on and in full uniform, but moving around a little too light for comfort. If he realized Joker would be here, he wouldn’t come here so unprepared. 

 

“Haaiyaa!” 

 

Damian saw Jon flying up from behind Joker, and Joker ducked right before Jon would have caught him. Damian cursed and grimaced. Why give away your advantage!? 

 

Jon stumbled to the ground, Damian watching him closely from the distance between them. Damian studied Jon, who was moving slower than usual. Damian watched as Jon stood up, his jeans with iconic rips and being held tight against his legs. They hugged him, and Damian saw a rip in his shirt, displaying more skin but that isn’t what Damian focused on. Damian saw purple shoes flying through the air and breaking through the air between Jon’s legs. Without any warning or hesitation, Joker kicked Jon in the crotch as hard as he could. The force of the kick was brutal, raising the young superhero off the ground. 

“Jon!” Damian screamed, watching the trainwreck unfold in slow motion. 

 

The impact was loud, a meaty THUD echoing as a result. And Damian’s worst fear was confirmed as he heard it and watched Jon’s reaction to the brutal low blow. 

 

Jon did not have his cup on. 

 

Jon’s fingers went down to his crotch as Joker pulled his foot out. Jon screamed out in agony, his fingers clutching from underneath his unprotected testicles. His face clenched as he fell over on his knees, head to the floor as he lay curled over in a tight wad of agony, writhing on his knees and twisting in pain. This was the worst Jon’s ever gotten it in the balls, bar none.

 

“Hahahaha! Oh, how perfect! Kicking a kid in the balls is one of the best ways to spend an evening. Oh, it’s especially lovely when you just know they didn’t expect it at all. Really makes me feel special.” Joker explained as he danced over in his iconic green and purple suit. Hair slicked and neon green, face pale and lips red as blood. He grabbed Jon’s hair and lifted his face up. Damian’s stomach sunk as he saw Jon’s face. 

 

Jon was squinting, eyes watering and mouth hanging open in abject agony. His hands were buried between his legs and weak gasps escaped his flickering lips. Eyes, baby blue open and looking through the world for help as they danced around in his skull before rolling into the back of his head. 

 

“Awkkk! Ohh…nnaaaaggh! Ahh!” 

 

Jon started squirming in Joker’s hands, his body twisting and hands still clutching at his sore testicles.