Olympic Countdown: Training Parker (1)

Featured in this story: Parker and Vince (click for pictures)

Today was a relatively quiet day. My cameraman Chad and I had put together a plan to show our new co-worker Vince the ropes to a couple of important elements of our work.

Vince was 20 years old, but he looked younger than that. He tried to appear more mature by growing a goatee and sideburns which looked slightly ridiculous and, instead of giving him a rougher, more street-wise look, had quite the opposite effect: Due to his lack of beard growth, he looked more like a pubescent boy than like a man.

We were sitting in front of the computer and Chad and I introduced him to our editing software.

Using one of the “One on one” episodes as an example, we started by making Vince choose and edit some stills to use as preview pictures for the videos.

“What about this one?” Vince asked, running the mouse over the mouse pad.

One the screen was a close-up of Zach’s massive manhood. His cock in the middle of spurting one of his trademark cum shots, with sticky semen sputtering out of its tip, while his balls were flattened into his crotch by a bare foot.

Chad nodded. “Good choice.” He reached for the mouse and selected another frame. “But personally I’d choose this one. Can you guess why?”

Vince looked at the screen. “I guess”, he said, “because that’s the moment when the testicles are crunched flat?”



Chad grinned. “Yup.”

Vince moved his head. “It almost looks as if the semen is squished out of them…”

Chad laughed. “Yeah, that’s how it’s supposed to look like…”

Vince nodded and wrote something down on his note pad.

“Okay”, Chad said, leaning back. “Now we’ll go for facial expressions. Let’s see if we can get the most painful expressions on his face. Five or six pictures. And if there’s some particularly funny look, like Zach’s tongue hanging out of his mouth or his eyes crossing, we’ll want to get that, too.”

Vince nodded and moved the mouse.

The door bell rang.

I looked at my watch.

“Do we have an appointment?” Chad asked, raising his eyebrows.

I shook my head. “I’ll get it”, I said and walked to the door.

Vince and Chad continued working on the stills.

I opened the door to see Parker standing outside, smiling happily.

He was wearing tight-fitting green jeans and a shirt with black and yellow stripes that looked like he had stolen it from a hyperactive bumble-bee. He was 21 years old, a professional aerial gymnast with a lean, muscular body and dyed, flaming red hair.

“Hi, Alex”, he said smiling.

“How are you doing?” I smiled back. “Want to come in?”

We walked into the room. When Parker spotted Vince and Chad sitting at the computer, he stopped and looked at me. “I don’t want to interrupt---“

“Nah”, I said. “It’s okay. Chad is showing Vince how the software works. I’m not very good at it, anyway… Why don’t we go into the kitchen?”

Parker waved at Vince and Chad. “Hi, guys.”

“Hi”, Chad mumbled.

Vince looked up and smiled.

We walked into the kitchen.

“Tea or coffee?” I asked.

“Oh, a tea, please”, Parker said, sitting down at the table. “Do you have rooibos?”

“Sure”, I grinned and filled the kettle with water.

“So, what’s up?” I asked while preparing the tea.

“I hear that you are starting to plan the Olympics?” Parker asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. I guess you are going to compete in one team with the twins again?”

Parker grinned. “Sure. I hope Will and Michael are up for it.”

“Well, you did very well last year, didn’t you?” I put some tea into a filter and poured the boiling water into the pot.

Parker nodded. “Five medals.” He cleared his throat. “You know, I was wondering if you could recommend a coach to me.”

I turned around and raised my eyebrows.

“I have a gymnastic coach, of course”, Parker smiled. “But he isn’t exactly the expert I need to excel in the Olympics…”

“But didn’t you win a gold medal?” I asked, sitting down.

Parker shrugged. “And a bronze medal. But that was last year.” He adjusted his crotch. “I think I’m a bit out of form… I might need to toughen my nuts up a bit…”

“Parker, I didn’t know you were this ambitious”, I grinned.

“Well, is there anyone you could recommend?” Parker asked.

I thought for a moment. “From the top of my head, there’s nobody who--- Wait a minute, you could ask Vince.”

“You mean the new technician?”

I nodded. “He is pretty knowledgeable. Knows everything about testicles and how to hurt them.”

Parker nodded slowly. “Sounds good.”

“Well, let’s ask him”, I said. “But first, let’s finish the tea…”

Ten minutes later, we walked into the studio.

“Vince”, I said.

He looked up and smiled at us.

“You remember Parker, right?” I said.

“Sure”, Vince said, smiling.

“He needs some help”, I said.

Vince stood and looked at Parker.

“Why don’t you talk in the kitchen?” I said, grinning.

The two boys walked away.

Chad raised his eyebrows. “What was that about?”

“Parker wants someone to toughen up his balls for the Olympics”, I said casually.

Chad chuckled.

We worked on the computer for a couple of minutes until Parker and Vince entered the room.

“So?” I asked, smiling.

Parker grinned. “He’ll do it.”

“Great”, I said. “That’s very nice of you, Vince.”

Vince scratched his head and smiled, shrugging.

“When are you gonna start?” I said.

“Well”, Vince said, looking at Parker. “I guess we should run a few tests so that I can see what we are dealing with…”

Parker nodded. “Good idea.”

Chad and I exchanged amused glances.

“Why don’t you strip down to your underwear?” Vince suggested, producing his note pad and a pen from his pocket.

Parker took off his clothes and threw them on the ground.

His briefs were bright green with red seams, skin-tight and bulging with his manhood. His soft cock was pointing to the side and his big balls were hugged tightly below. He had a smooth, lean, muscular body, with defined pecs and strong arms and legs, and six pack abs.

“Do you know which categories you will compete in?” Vince asked, putting on a pair of rimless glasses.

Parker looked at me.

“We haven’t even decided which sports will be part of the Olympics”, I said.

“Okay”, Vince said slowly. “Okay. I guess we won’t be able to focus on punching or kicking or squeezing, then. I’d suggest a holistic approach.” He looked up at Parker. “What do you think?”

Parker shrugged. “Whatever you think, coach”, he grinned.

Chad chuckled. “Hey, Vince, I hope he pays you some serious money…”

Vince raised his eyebrows. “We haven’t talked about---“

“I’m sorry, but I can’t pay you any money”, Parker said quickly. “But I could pay you in kind…”

Vince stared at him.

Parker turned around and bent over, slipping his briefs down and exposing his muscular ass. “If you’d like to fu---“

“No, thanks”, Vince said quickly, averting his eyes and blushing crimson.

Parker chuckled and pulled his briefs up again, turning around to face Vince. “Okay…”

Vince knelt in front of Parker and looked at his junk. He poked his pen gently at Parker’s left ball, then at his right ball. “Alright”, he said. “Let’s see…” He put the pen and the note pad on the ground and balled his fist.

Parker inhaled sharply and braced himself for the impact.

Vince kept his eyes on the target and powered a hard uppercut into Parker’s nuggets, squishing the insides of Parker’s briefs into his pelvis.

Parker’s eyes flickered and he let out a miserable moan.

Vince grabbed the note pad. “On a scale from one to ten?” he asked, looking at the pad.

“Four”, Parker croaked. “No, wait…” He moaned in pain. “Five. A good five.”

Vince nodded and wrote something down. “Left or right?”

Parker groaned.

Vince looked up at him. “Which one is hurting more?”

Parker coughed. “The left one”, he whispered.

Vince nodded absentmindedly and added something to his notes. Then he put the pad and the pen on the ground again.

Parker bit his lower lip, grimacing, as Vince clenched his fist and threw another hard punch at Parker’s precious gonads.

The blow was slightly off-target, connecting with Parker’s left nut dead-on but only grazing his right nut.

Parker screamed in pain.

“Was that better?” Vince asked casually.

Parker grimaced in pain. “Yup. Much better.”

Vince wrote something down. “On a scale from---“

“Nine on the left nut”, Parker whimpered. “Maybe a two or three on the right one.”

Vince nodded. “Alright. Let’s turn our attention to the right one for a moment.” He balled his fist again. “Let’s see if we can score a ten.”

“Okay”, Parker whispered weakly.

Vince bit his lower lip and looked at Parker’s crotch. He balled his fist and sent it crashing into Parker’s junk, aiming for the right nugget but catching both of them dead-center with an agonizing uppercut.

Parker’s eyes opened wide and his vision blurred. His mouth opened and he let out a deafening wail. He doubled over and grabbed his nuts, screaming in pain.

Vince nodded. “I guess that was a ten?”

Parker’s knees met and he screamed for the top of his lungs, cupping his balls with both of his hands.

“A ten?” Vince repeated patiently.

“Yes!” Parker yelled. “A fucking ten on both of them.”

Vince smiled and scribbled on his note pad. “Good.” He turned around and looked at Chad and me.

“Chad?” he said. “Could you give me a hand?”

I chuckled.

“Certainly, Vince”, Chad grinned and walked over to them. “What do you want me to do.”

Vince glanced down at my cameraman’s feet.

Chad was wearing brown boots that looked pretty heavy and were probably steel-capped.

“Maybe you could give him a nice, hard kick from behind?” Vince suggested.

Parker whimpered.

“Sure”, Chad chuckled and walked behind Parker.

Vince looked up at the red-haired gymnast. “Parker?” he said matter-of-factly. “Spread your legs a bit, please.”

Parker groaned. Tentatively, he let go of his crotch and spread his legs.

Vince nodded at Chad.

Chad drew his leg back and delivered a well-aimed, powerful kick into Parker’s gonads. The tip of his boot connected with the two precious jewels that were held in place by Parker’s briefs, flattening them viciously and crunching them hard.

Parker coughed.

Chad took a step back.

Parker let out a gurgling groan.

Vince watched him closely.

Parker’s lips started trembling and his eyes filled with tears. His mouth opened and a hoarse moan escaped his throat.

Vince raised his eyebrows.

“That”, Parker whispered, his voice cracking, “was a double-twelve.”

He collapsed on the ground, curling up in a ball, gagging and retching in pain.

“I thought so”, Vince said slowly. He wrote something down and closed his note pad. “Well”, he said, standing up, “I guess we have a lot of work to do to get you to the Olympics.”

Parker whimpered, writhing on the floor.

“Better get started as soon as possible”, Vince said.

Parker groaned miserably.

“I’m pretty sure we can turn you into your old form again”, Vince continued. “If you are dedicated and keep your eyes on the prize, you'll be able to add another gold medal to your collection...”