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.