Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples Form a Cope

 Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for Part 2. Had some things to sort out and so forth. But here it is! 

And I've decided to collaborate with a very talented and patient artist for these next 2 parts! His name is TerrorToxico and here is his deviantart page.  I would like to take this opportunity to thank him for his work, understanding and consistently being awesome. I love what we've done and I really hope you guys appreciate it too :)

 

 

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

 

 

 

Sam started to rouse, shaking softly and moaning as he started to come to. The pain of his Krampus induced condition hasn’t left and is sickening, burning his vision and stomach. But it's less intense than it was earlier, before he passed out. Now he could gently stir himself. It brought him back into this world and he tried to bring his hands down to cradle his aching balls… but he couldn’t pull his hands down. 

 

Sam looked up, his eyes straining against the lights above him. But as he adjusted he saw it. His hands were bound by chains attached from above. He shook his hands and they were stuck in place, bound by something beyond Sam’s control. He shook and fought, groaning as he tried to lift his legs. But it strained his stomach and the pain crippled him; the young wrestler crying out, whimpering as his head fell down, dark blonde hair a wet mop on his head.

 

“My baaalllls, fuucck… uhhnnn…” Sam whined, looking up. In front, he sees the Krampus and screams out, shocked by the terror smiling back at him. 

 

“Jesus! Fuck, fuck you!” 

 

The next moment, Sam’s tight, revealing underwear were pulled down to his knees and his heavy, swollen balls were accosted and strangled by Krampus’ large, leathery hand. Sam’s eyes opened full, his mouth wide in an 0 over his teeth and body clenched in response. Suddenly, every single thing he’s experienced tonight has come back to him, and it drained him all over again.

 

“Uhhhhaaaa…noooo, noo moooree…” 

 

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

Part 1 in a multi part story. A couple parts are set out and will come later, but they will come. This one is a little... different. Discretion advised. This part and the next part especially. I hope you guys enjoy it though, I had a lot of fun working through this with PrinceOfMars (Jack Tibbler Author). I haven't done anything quite like this before, and I really appreciate what we worked together to inspire. 

 

 With Love, Lenny.

 

 

 

“So yeah, I totally railed her.”

 

“Ewww shut up bro, that’s nasty!”

 

“What? It’s not nasty, it’s cool, dumbass.” Sam grimaced, shifting around and trying to feel cool again. He thought telling his little brother about how he fucked a rich girl behind her poolhouse would be a fun way to spend some time in this lame town. 

“She wanted me so badly bro, she didn’t even give me a chance to put a condom on, I went in raw.”

“Stop, stupid!” Hunter yelled, grimacing as he shook his blonde head and turned around. “You’re nasty, I can’t believe you got me all hyped and it’s just you being gross.” 

 

The Bloodline

 “Hey, Max! Come here!”

Max was walking by, wearing a t-shirt that was a bit too big for him, a hand-me-down, and a pair of shorts that might be too small for him, as he was called to the living room by his brother. Shuji had a bunch of friends over and they were snickering together and trying to quiet themselves down as Max approached. Max was a few years younger than his half-brother and a bit cautious around him. He knows Shuji hates him and wishes he wasn’t around, but Max is just a kid and has to live here now. Max doesn’t want to make Shuji angry, so he came a bit closer and tried to play nice with his seemingly perfect, fully Japanese older brother.

 

“Listen, I wanna play a game with you. It’s called Mercy. You ever heard of it?”

 

“N-no.”

 

Shuji’s friends started laughing a bit but stopped quickly. “It’s a game, where we hold hands like this.” Shuji said as he interlocked his two hands together. “And the goal is the make the other person say mercy. It’s easy.” Shuji displayed this by twisting and digging his hands into the other, showing how one can deal damage to the other in Mercy.

 

“And we can’t let go of each other’s hand until someone gives. So, you get it? Easy right?”

 

Jack Tibbler Part 3 (Edited): The Bully, The Loss and The Rock

Part One: A Guy That Big, That's the Only Place You Hit 'Em

Part Two: New Years Eve 1995

One Jack Tibbler, thirteen, was quite a curious junior high student. Almost an enigma to his peers. The boy had made it through the trials and tribulations of his first year of middle school with a graceful veil of mystery wrapped around him. He'd made no real friends, only chatted up a few other boys his age in the cafeteria, maybe even out on the quad during lunch hour. He had joined a soccer team which surprised the hell out of his family, especially his older brother Andy who was now in his last year of high school. Things were going much better than Jack or anyone else in his family had expected. His grades were good, his social standing wasn't that of a celebrity, but somehow he managed to avoid ridicule.

Though in every bright sky, there was one dark cloud that threatened to pour rain down over ones spoils, to cast shadows wherever one had light. For Jack Tibbler, that dark cloud was Sean Zygers. A fourteen year old boy, lean, very much in shape for his age. Dark brown hair which was cut short and whipped up towards the front, as if he were some young super model. Sean came from a wealthy family who'd just moved into the city a little over a year and a half ago. His money alone lead to his initial popularity, his garish personality crowned him king of Dr. Barry Middle School. He was always found wearing tight faded jeans and small polo shorts with the stiff collars, always flipped up.

The boy was repeating the 8th grade, which gave him an air of rebellion and made the other students love him even more. No one thought that it might be because he was just a walking jumble of good looks and cash, no academic brains to speak of. Yup, he was one strikingly good looking dark cloud that liked to rain all over Jack's parade on any given day, at any given time. Hell, he once rode up on his bicycle and found Jack in the public park flying a kite over the summer. He then gave Jack a wedge, tore off his underwear, tied it to the kite and let the thing take Jack's briefs with it.

Instagram: Me and Who!?

Hey guys! To start off, I wanted to make this post for a bit and decided this is a great time to do it! 

I'm on Instagram and have made a busting account where I post and share interesting busting videos! While on Insta, I've found some really cool and interesting people! 

It turns out... that one of those cool and interesting people, is none other than the author of one of my absolute favorite BB stories of all time... the man who wrote the Jack Tibbler stories! In fact, he's shared with me a PART 3 Jack Tibbler story, that I intend to post on this blog soon, so keep your eyes open! 

He left a message here earlier, sent me an email and we've been talking and it's so shocking for me! He's such a fantastic writer and I expected him to have disappeared, started writing screenplays for indie films or something, so learning that the author of a childhood hero is still around in the scene honestly made me squeal in excitement. He has a few fiction pieces on his account, as well as awesome pictures and videos, so be sure to follow him! 

Anyways, if you guys are interested in us on Instagram, this is my account and this is the Jack Tibbler author, now known as Nutblasted! Feel free to DM either of us! 

Take care guys! And hope to talk to some of you soon :)

Genshin Impact: Bennett and Razor - Mushed Berries

Another Genshin Impact story guys! Hope those who read, enjoy it :) The characters are below, to those of you who want to get to know them a bit better if you're unfamiliar.

(So sorry about any formatting issues. Putting it here was such a struggle for some reason.)

                                                                             Razor    

                                            

                                                                              Bennett

                                                                        

                                                                            Rosaria                       

                                              

“I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry!”

Razor grunted and rubbed his growling belly. He sniffed the gentle breeze as it contacted him, guiding him in the direction of something to satisfy his belly.

“Over there! Let’s hunt!” Razor insisted, heading off in the direction of the subtle smells he’s been trained to catch as a member of a wolfpack. But, Bennett grabbed onto his arm before he ran off, keeping his friend and guide in place.

“Wait, wait! We can eat later, Razor! But right now, we have to focus on the commission like I told you!”

“But… I’m hungry!” Razor added up his limited vocabulary as best he could to express himself in the moment. He was successful.

“I know, I know! Look, here’s an apple, okay!? But I need you to help me with the commission! And now I need you to find me more apples too.” Bennett said after giving his young friend the last apple from his bag. Bennett couldn’t help but smile and gleam at how quickly his wild friend devoured the apple. Bennett giggled as Razor finished the apple, core and all.

“Thank you.” Razor said after finishing the apple and dropping the stem. Then he started to rub his bare belly as he looked up sadly at Bennett. “But… still hungry.”

Steps Together: Part 2 - Emerging Brotherhood is a Flooding Cup

Part One: Eggs Gambit

Here's Part Two! Hope you guys enjoy :)

Holden looked back fondly on the day and memory, reliving it over the next few days. He couldn’t help but think about it whenever he saw Dallas. He snuck peaks at Dallas’s crotch whenever he could and reimagined how it felt to have any of his limbs in there again, feeling all of Dallas’s maleness all over his skin and senses. Holden began to notice how much he enjoyed just being around Dallas, just so he can have that memory and sensation feel stronger. 

In fact, that sensation was so strong whenever he was around Dallas, that Holden found it almost impossible to focus. All Holden could think about was Dallas and that day he busted him three times, and trying to do anything other than that felt incredibly difficult to manage. It made Holden intentionally avoid being around Dallas, for everyone’s sake he reasoned. He wasn’t sure what to make of his thoughts and didn’t know if he should act on them. 

These thoughts are about his younger step-brother after all. He doesn’t want to really hurt Dallas, plus there’s more to his feelings than just inflicting nut pain. He’s really curious too. They just started living together a couple months ago. Is that too early to be feeling things? Should he be feeling this way about Dallas at all? Isn't that... but, it’s not like they’re blood brothers though. Just step-siblings. Is there something wrong about wanting something physical from another person if they’re brought together by coincidence? Especially if they’d both be alone otherwise. 

Holden wasn’t sure how to handle this situation and Dallas wondered why Holden had been so distant after they were getting along so well. He always wanted a brother, and more than that, he thought that Holden was really cool and great to have around. Dallas always wanted his brother to be someone he could hang around and joke with and depend on to be there, and talk to if there’s anything bothering him. It felt like that was developing, and now suddenly that brother is avoiding him. Did Dallas do something to annoy Holden? Dallas tried to think of what he did wrong, but he couldn’t figure it out.