Saturday, August 24, 2013

Personal training

Previous parts:
Balls for all
Dawn of the dad 
Ballsy brothers

Featured in this story: Chad (click for pictures)

“I think I may be a bit rusty”, Glenn had said on the phone. The 40 year old sounded like he was in a bit of a dilemma. He was our resident skater boy’s father, and he had agreed to take part in a little competition that pitted three father/son-teams against each other. “I don’t want to embarrass Leo, you know.”

When Glenn asked us to set up a personal training session, we just couldn’t turn him down. After I had explained the situation to my cameraman Chad, he had volunteered to act as Glenn’s personal trainer.

Chad was 30 years old, a handsome stud with brown hair and a three-day stubble. From what I knew, he had just finished some pretty tough therapy sessions that had considerably dampened his sex drive and had left his balls battered and bruised. Apparently he needed something to vent his aggression. Glenn’s balls seemed like a perfect opportunity.

Glenn arrived exactly on time, wearing a pair of blue jeans which were cut at the knees, and a black t-shirt. He had made it clear that he didn’t want his son to know about the training session, so it was just Chad and me in the studio.

He was a handsome man, with curly black hair and a boyish grin. He smiled at us, adjusted his crotch and said, “Okay, let’s go.”

Chad looked at me.

I shrugged. “Go ahead”, I said.

Chad grinned and rubbed his hands. “Alright, spread your legs, buddy.”

Glenn nodded and dutifully did as he was told. “Do you want me to…” He motioned unzipping his jeans.

Chad smiled. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Glenn opened the zipper and reached inside his jeans. He pulled his junk through the opening, leaving the top button closed, so that his large, limp cock and his fat balls were dangling freely and comfortably out of his fly.

Chad grimaced. “Stuff that dick of yours back in”, he said. “We only need your nuts.”

Glenn shrugged and followed Chad’s orders. He tugged at his balls and cupped them in his hands, glancing lovingly down at his big, dangling low-hangers.

“You got a nice set”, Chad said.

“Thanks”, Glenn grinned.

Chad spotted something on Glenn’s sac and stepped closer. “Ahh, the tattoo”, he said and leaned forward, his eyes only inches from Glenn’s valuables. “Balls of steel”, Chad read and chuckled. “Well, let’s see if we can refute that claim…”

Glenn grinned sheepishly. “As I said to Alex, I may be a bit rusty…”

Chad laughed. “Ew, rusty steel balls… We gotta be careful not to blow them to pieces…”

“That’s be nice”, Glenn mumbled.

“Okay”, Chad said, “first of all, I’m not a professional. I’ve never trained someone before, so we’re gonna see how it goes.”

Glenn raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “But I thought---“

“Don’t worry”, Chad smiled. “I’m gonna crack your nuts as best as I can.”

Glenn cleared his throat. “That’s… um… nice…”

“I guess we’ll have to do it as hard as we can”, Chad continued, a thoughtful expression on his face. “On the day, you’ll be subjected to quite a lot of pain. We’re gonna make sure that you are ready for that. So I’m gonna give your balls one hell of a beating.”

Glenn grimaced. “You sure that’s necessary?”

Chad shrugged. “You don’t want to embarrass your son, right?”

Glenn nodded slowly and put his hands behind his back. “I guess you are right.”

“Okay, let’s see what your balls are made of”, Chad smiled and grabbed Glenn’s naked nuts with his right hand.

Glenn inhaled sharply as Chad squeezed his tender babymakers in his hand.

Chad had a taunting grin on his face as he looked Glenn in the eyes and tightened his grip of Glenn’s poor nuts. He squeezed Glenn’s large, hairless balls between his palm and his fingers, squashing them hard, flattening them and causing the meaty orbs to bulge at the sides of Chad’s hand.

Glenn flexed his jaw, his muscles straining, trying desperately not to scream, which in turn made Chad squeeze even harder.

“You’re a tough nut to crack”, Chad mumbled. Suddenly, he yank downwards and turned his wrist, effectively twisting Glenn’s balls more than 90 degrees, stretching his nut chords to their limit and compressing his nuts to a deeply uncomfortable size.

Glenn let out a short groan. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, slowly running down his face and dripping of his nose.

Apparently, Chad wasn’t satisfied with the noise. He had a concentrated expression on his face. Without a warning, Chad twisted his wrist in the other direction, making Glenn open his eyes wide. His lips trembled and it looked like his eyes lost focus.

“Fucking hell, scream already”, Chad grunted. His biceps was tense as he squeezed Glenn’s meatballs with all the force he could muster. He yanked down hard, causing Glenn to let out a small whimper.

“Now we’re getting somewhere”, Chad grinned happily. His knuckles turned white as he dug his fingers deeper and deeper into the soft flesh of Glenn’s testicles.

Suddenly, with a wet plop sound, Glenn’s left testicle slipped out of Chad’s grasp and popped out next to his thumb.

“Slippery fucker”, Chad mumbled and pressed his thumb into the renegade nut, forcefully pushing it back into the cramped confines of his fist.

A hoarse groan escaped Glenn’s lips as his pupils slowly turned inward.

Plop! Now it was Glenn’s right testicles turn to go rogue. It bulged out at the other side of Chad’s fist looking strangely similar to a clump of meat coming out of a meat grinder.

“Damn”, Chad muttered and pushed the defector back where it belonged with his free hand.

Glenn whimpered, staring cross-eyed at Chad, his mouth hanging open, his hands holding on to the back of his thighs in a desperate effort to endure the pain.


“Ah, it’s that one again”, Chad sighed as Glenn’s left plum appeared right next to his thumb as if it was trying to get some fresh air.

Chad twisted his hand so that Glenn’s temporarily liberated ball was resting on the top of his fist.

Glenn let out a dry cough, struggling to remain standing.

Chad lifted his left fist into the air. He smiled at Glenn and said, “Sorry, man…” It didn’t sound very convincing, especially considering the fact that he followed up with smashing his left fist down hard onto Glenn’s exposed nut.

Glenn’s poor plum was flattened to the extent that it didn’t even look like a pancake but more like a French crêpe, and Chad looked at him expectantly.

Glenn did not disappoint. After a split-second’s delay, he let out a miserable, ear-piercing scream that sent shivers down my spine. He looked like a cartoon character, cross-eyed with his eyes wide open, screaming like a gilt in a slaughterhouse.

Chad grinned proudly and let go of Glenn’s abused testicles, allowing the poor sap to sink to his knees, yowling from the top of his lungs. His balls had considerably swollen, almost filling out his entire sac, and making the letters of his ‘Balls of steel’ tattoo look like they were printed in bold. They dangled peacefully back and forth, contrasting with their owner’s agonized wailing.

Slowly, Glenn managed to bring his hands from his back to his front. But before he reached the source of the pain that was exploding in his body, Chad brought his leg back and landed a solid, well-placed kick to Glenn’s mangled nuts.

Glenn choked, his high-pitched scream stopping immediately, and his face paled. His lips trembled and his squinting eyes wandered up Chad’s body who stood in front of him, grinning proudly.

With a pathetic whimper, Glenn rolled to the side, clutching his sore testicles. He curled up in a tight little ball as Chad watched him, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Balls of steel my ass”, Chad chuckled. He squatted down next to Glenn and said, “Well, now that we’ve establish the blatant weakness of your testicles we can concentrate on toughening them up.”

Glenn groaned. “Five minutes?” he whispered.

Chad nodded generously.

A couple of minutes later, Glenn was standing in front of Chad, doubled over, his hands on his knees.

Chad smiled at Glenn and put his hands on his hips. “Let me see those brass balls.”

Glenn bit his lower lip and straightened, groaning miserably. His balls, still hanging out his fly, were prominently displayed and the writing on his sac contrasted rather nicely with the glaring red color of his hairless sac. It looked like he had attached a pair of ripe, juicy tomatoes to his belt, and now Chad was going to try to turn them into ketchup.

“Ooooh”, Chad cooed in mock-sympathy and playfully slapped Glenn’s swollen eggs.

Glenn yelped in pain and immediately covered his crotch, carefully cupping his nuts with both of his hands.

“Oh, come on”, Chad laughed. “That was just a little tap! Don’t be ridiculous! You want your son to be proud of you, right?”

Glenn nodded, grimacing.

“Then be a man and take it!” Chad barked. “Come on!”

Glenn winced and straightened. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Chad, an anxious expression on his face.

Chad nodded approvingly and knelt in front of Glenn. The big, red ballbag was dangling right in front of him. Chad put his left hand on Glenn’s hip, balled his right hand to a fist and delivered a powerful uppercut into Glenn’s exposed testicles with a resounding splat. His knuckles smashed into the soft meat of Glenn’s tenderized gonads, flattening them against his body.

I winced in sympathy as I imagined the backside of Glenn’s balls connecting with his zipper.

The high-pitched wail that escaped Glenn’s lips and the unnatural contortion of his facial features confirmed my suspicion: That had to hurt…

Completely unfazed by Glenn’s reaction, Chad followed up with another nut-crunching uppercut, causing Glenn’s voice to rise an octave. He instantly folded up and collapsed face-first on the ground, his ass sticking up, his hands trying in vain to comfort his aching nuts.

Chad remained kneeling on the ground and shook his head. “Listen, man, this is an embarrassment!”

Glenn whimpered in pain.

Chad sighed. “Come on, get up, let’s try it again.”

Glenn looked up at him and opened his mouth.

“No. No break”, Chad said sharply. “Get up right now.”

Glenn groaned and assumed his position.

Chad balled both of his fists and started pummeling Glenn’s big, swollen balls like a punching bag. Left, right, left, right, left, right – he punched the Glenn’s sack again and again in rapid succession, causing it to swing wildly, the two pitiful balls inside it bouncing up with every hit.

At first, Glenn groaned, then he screamed louder and louder until his scream turned into a high-pitched shriek that would have made dogs cover their ears.

Finally, Chad smashed Glenn’s nuts between the open palms of his hands, causing Glenn to instantly stop screaming. Instead, he made a retching sound and his eyes opened so wide that they looked like they were going to fall out of their sockets.

Chad grabbed each ball in one of his hands and yanked down hard. It was as if the bones in Glenn’s body had suddenly evaporated. A vacant expression on his face, he sank down to the ground, following the direction his nuts were showing him.

A satisfied grin on his face, Chad nodded, rubbed his hands and watched his handiwork.

“Okay”, he smiled. “That’s it for today. Want a cup of coffee?”

Glenn wasn’t in the mood for coffee, but when I offered him a bag of ice, he gratefully accepted.

Half an hour later, we were sitting around the coffee table.

Chad took a sip from his coffee and smiled at Glenn. “Happy?”

Glenn looked up and raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?” he said in a toneless voice. A big bag of ice was resting on his lap, covering his sore, swollen nuts. He was sitting with his legs spread wide apart, leaning back on the couch.

“Are you happy with the training you got?” Chad said.

“Well”, Glenn said, leaning forward, grimacing as he shifted his position. “At least I know where I stand, right?”

Chad nodded and grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“Thank you”, Glenn mumbled.

“We could do this again, you know”, Chad offered.

“No, thanks”, Glenn said quickly.

Chad shrugged.

I thought for a moment. “Maybe we could set up something different”, I said slowly.

The two guys looked at me.

“Like a friendly little fight between the two of you,” I suggested. I looked at Chad. “That way you could get your hands on his nuts again.” I turned to Glenn. “And I’m sure you wouldn’t mind giving Chad a little bit of his own medicine, huh?”

Glenn’s eyes lit up. “Sure!”

Chad stared at me. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on, Chad”, I grinned.

Chad looked at Glenn who smiled brightly.

“Okay”, Chad said. With an evil grin, he sent his fist down onto the bag of ice on Glenn’s lap. The sound of crushed ice and crushed nuts echoed through the studio.

Glenn’s eyes bulged and his mouth formed a little o as the wind left his lungs.

“Balls of steel”, Chad chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, you are the king of false advertising.” He paused. “Well, or the queen…”

Chad roared with laughter as Glenn closed his eyes, whimpering in pain.


Carter said...

Man I love that tattoo.
And I love that whole thing where after a good bust a guy just sits down and recovers with a pack of ice or a cold beer nursing his wounded nuts.

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback! I totally agree, guys with icepacks on their crotches are hot!