Chris and his very Personal Trainer written by Reg

 

Chris and his very Personal Trainer

By Reg

Ballbusting Boys: Pride before the fall - part 1 (written by Reg)

Ballbusting Boys: Pride before the fall - part 2 (written by Reg)

Ballbusting Boys: Pride before the fall - part 3 (written by Reg)

Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,

Reg has brought us back into the world of Chris and Carla, and introduces us to a new character Eric. The previous stories are up above, but they are not needed to read before enjoying this tale. They will expland upon the experience. Reg reall hit's it out of the park with this one. I hope that all of you enjoyed it as much as I did!

Jimmy

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It’s a fresh January morning as Chris strides into his local gym with a cocky grin on his attractive, youthful face. The New Year has gotten off to a great start so far and Chris feels on top of the world…right where he deserves to be.

For once, everything seems to be going well in his life. It’s not only his workout plan that has paid dividends in the last year… for just the day before, his dumb-ass boss awarded him the promotion he had been striving after! It was a sweet reward for all his shameless self-promoting, not to mention the scandalous rumors he had spread about to tarnish the competition. Of course, the announcement had been as welcome as a kick in the balls for his more deserving rivals in the office and Chris had thoroughly enjoyed bragging and watching them squirm!

Best of all though, Chris is now back together with his raunchy and insatiable girlfriend, Carla, and getting about as much wild sex as his horny young balls can handle!

At this early hour, the gym changing room is almost empty. There is only one other guy in the locker room that Chris doesn’t recognize…clearly a newbie. As the other man quietly folds his cheap looking office-pants he looks across and gives Chris a shy nod as he slips out of his buttoned shirt. Chris doesn’t bother returning the gesture but can’t resist scoffing loudly at the sight of the man’s pale, shapeless torso. Instantly he feels proud to possess the kind of manly physique that this puny runt could only ever dream of.

Chris slips off his black coat then slowly strips down to his white silk boxers, folding each garment neatly into his locker. As he takes off his blue framed Armani glasses to polish the glass he spies something reflected in the lens…it’s the pale loser, gazing across at him and his lustful eyes seem glued to Chris’s pert butt.

“Faggot!” Chris hisses the words silently under his breath, however his disgust is somewhat offset by a swell of pride…he rather enjoys being admired after all, so he grins meanly, wondering how to torment the pathetic loser a little more. Casually he clenches his butt cheeks tightly then turns around slowly, completely ignoring the embarrassed creep as he strolls across towards the mirror to check himself out.

Now that’s why Carla came back to me!  Chris thinks, pouting proudly back at his beguiling half-naked reflection. His full head of sandy blond hair is trimmed neatly over his handsome, fresh-looking face and he can’t help admiring his prominent jaw-line that looks so much sharper since he got into shape. Even at 28 Chris is still blessed, or perhaps cursed, with a youthful complexion that makes him look years younger and a little less macho than he would like. Fortunately his designer frames partly compensate for this, lending him an air of maturity and sophistication and he is rarely seen out without them.

Show me what you got, stud! Chris can almost hear Carla’s seductive purr egging him on and instinctively he winks back at his own reflection admiring his athletic, lightly-tanned torso, still naturally smooth apart a few sparse dark hairs that encircle his small firm nipples. Licking his lips he tightens his abs until the sexy contours of his six-pack appear. Chris grits his teeth, flexing harder but to his annoyance he’s still not quite as chiseled as he would like due to the fine trace of puppy fat around his navel. “Damn, I need to get more ripped” he sighs then shifts focus as he bounces his slender, square-cut pecs watching his pert nipples twitch as the trained muscles bunch together beneath. His chest has grown broader in the last year and the V-shape of his torso is very eye-catching, but his slender pecs lack the bulk to perform any heroics on the bench-press. Chris bites his lip, imagining how bad-ass he would look if he could only pack on a few more pounds…then he notices the ugly loser is still glancing across at him. Well, I’m still a fucking God next to you. Worthless faggot! he thinks with a smug grin as his momentary insecurity vanishes.

“You’re such a stud!” Chris mouths silently to this reflection as he reaches down to grope his manhood through the silky material of his boxers. He grins proudly as he caresses his manly cock, feeling it chubbing up nicely after his little posing routine. Admittedly he’s not amazingly hung but at least he’s packing more than enough to satisfy his bitch and bring her to a screaming orgasm whenever the need arises. Chris feels so damn horny at the prospect and instinctively fondles his virile cum-filled balls which, as usual, are dangling very low in their silky sac. He really adores the feel of his swaying scrotum brushing against the hairs of his inner thigh, reminding him just how macho he really is. Those man-sized beauties are not just for show though and Chris is sometimes overwhelmed by the gush of male hormones that fuel his rampant libido and pump-up his sexy muscles!  Most of all, though, Chris loves the look of sheer ecstasy in Carla’s eyes whenever she gets her hands around his exquisite family jewels!

Chris’s succulent low hangers are always in Carla’s sights whenever they grapple naked on the bed, both trying to dominate the other and he still feels a moment of panic whenever her lithe fingers get a grip around his dangling ball-bag. Digging deep, Chris has learnt to dispel his natural fear of emasculation and has become quite adept at conquering his pain. Even as his muscular body writhes and squirms from her nut-claws, his flailing hands stay on the attack, grasping for a revenge grope on her own sex organs…knowing a hard titty-squeeze may be enough to make her relinquish the crushing-grip on his vital organs. Victory is always so much sweeter when he manages to avenge her dirty tactics. How he loves to pin her down beneath him like a good little sex slave before he begins thrusting his mighty tool harder and deeper until she finally climaxes with a piercing scream of submission to her master!

If only it could always end that way! On rare occasions, Chris is forced to surrender to his debilitating testicular agony and then it is HE that must pay the humiliating price of surrendering to her wishes. The mere thought of Carla’s sick and sordid fantasies makes Chris cringe and turn deathly pale. Thankfully his nuts are getting tougher by the day and he can usually take it like a man!…and that’s exactly the kind of man that Carla needs!

Chris and Carla are a match made in heaven, and that’s for sure!

Admittedly, she had cheated on him a few months ago. For a while they even split up but Carla soon came to her senses and came back to Chris. The whole ordeal had been horrific for Chris, especially his humiliating defeat in his fight with Kyle, a younger rival for her affections. He still has nightmares about the teenager’s brutal assault on his virile, manly testicles, recalling every crippling punch and kick between his legs, each dirty low-blow gradually chipping away at his power and masculinity until he finally succumbed, defeated and shamed. Chris shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. On reflection he feels proud that his heroic balls endured such an ordeal without losing any of their potency. If anything, it made them even tougher and he know it will take more than a few cowardly low-blows to get the better of him now.

As Chris strolls back to his locker he can’t help feeling proud, rocking his hips to show off his heavy swinging package. Chris grins meanly across at his locker-room companion, knowing the merest glimpse at his crotch will make the little faggot cream his pants and totally ruin his workout session!

New Year, Same old Chris!

Chris has made a resolution for this year to perfect his physique, to get jacked and ripped as fuck! It’s not just vanity that drives him but also his way of securing his wayward girlfriend. Although Carla never fails to get turned on whenever they’re naked together, he knows she’s a flirtatious chick with a wandering eye and there are plenty of horny studs vying to be her next conquest. If Chris can grow even stronger and more desirable it will shield him from the threat of another challenger.

To guide his path Chris has sought out the help from a personal trainer. His work-out regime has hit the wall recently, and despite looking sexier than ever, his bodyweight has failed to pass the 165 pound goal he set for last year, and even his sexy biceps measure the same 13.5 inches pumped as they did for the last two months. Chris had quickly rejected all the trainers employed by his local gym, a trio of hulking, barrel-chested morons that all seemed to be cloned from the same Neanderthal. Instead, Chris decided to look online and had finally picked out a local trainer that seemed to meet his needs and budget.

At first Eric seemed far too young, a mere 20 years old, studying something kind of physical therapy course (Chris frankly doesn’t care about his future) but his passion for health and fitness was clearly evident from the profile photos in his resume. Eric’s lean, well-proportioned muscles bulge magnificently with firm, broad shoulders and chunky bulging pecs. In one photo he has a sly grin as he flexes his arm at eye level, the corded deltoid muscles swooping dramatically over his shoulders only to thrust back upwards where they meet the jaw-dropping bulge of his baseball biceps…in short Eric’s beach-hunk look is exactly what Chris is after! Eric is a few inches taller than Chris at six foot but his true size is deceptive, being only about 15 pounds heavier which makes Chris even more confident of achieving his dream. After some initial doubts he decided to share his plan with his girlfriend. As soon as she saw Eric’s profile Carla was totally onboard! In fact she could barely contain her excitement, persuading Chris to strike the exact same poses as Eric so she could drool over him as she took photos of his sexy body…fantasizing about his muscles growing even bigger and stronger.

“Morning sir! Ready to kick off your first session?” Eric exudes youthful enthusiasm as he smiles cheerfully down at Chris. The difference in stature prickles the insecurity about his average height and Chris bristles with indignation as his eyes move up to meet Eric’s gaze. Then he spots something else that makes him even more uncomfortable. Eric’s grey cotton shorts reveal a rather obscene bulge with the unmistakable contour of an impressively long flaccid cock sweeping downwards with a slight curve to the left like a baby elephant’s trunk. Chris grits his teeth, seething with jealousy but refuses to let it bug him. Big deal! Mine is plenty big enough…anyway he’s just a lowlife penniless student…and I bet he’s got puny little balls! Chris smirks meanly at this last thought, he’s seen a few juiced-up gym-rats in the showers, their huge manly muscles utterly failing to compensate for their miserable shriveled scrotums.

“Well I’m here aren’t I?” Chris answers bluntly. “So let’s just get on with it.”

Oh great, another grumpy jerk! Eric sighs quietly but manages to maintain a rather forced smile. As a struggling student he really needs the money so he’s intent on keeping the few clients he has. Still the disrespect really bugs him and Eric already has his guard up. If the attitude continues, he’ll have to find a way to keep it in check.

“OK sir, so I understand you want to get bigger, right? Let’s start today with a few measurements to track your progress, then we can look over the training plan I prepared for you.” Eric taps the clipboard on the desk then picks up a tape measure and with a disarming smile wraps one big paw firmly around Chris’ upper arm, his strong fingers fondling the ropey muscles of his trained biceps under the smooth, soft tanned skin.

“Well that’s not a bad start, Sir. Have you worked out before?”

Chris squirms, horrified by the feel of another man touching his proud muscles and deeply offended by the belittling remark…especially after all his sweat and tears toiling in the gym.

“Well obviously I work out!” Chris snaps angrily, flexing his biceps as hard as he can, making his solid muscles burst outwards like a tennis ball under Eric’s fingers “You feel that, huh? See, I’m fucking strong already and your job is to put another inch on these guns in the next weeks or I will ruin your reputation! Now get your filthy hands off me now. I’ll take my measurements in my own time, thank you very much!”

Chris tugs his arm free, using his momentum to power a bony elbow deep into Eric’s solar plexus then he grabs the clip board from the counter and turns away to review the exercise plan, completely ignoring Eric who stands behind him gasping in shock as he rubs his stinging abs.

“OK, that looks fine. I see we start with bench press so take this and let’s get started” Chris’ voice sounds calmer but his lingering anger shows in the way he thrusts the clipboard towards Eric with a careless backhand swing like a relay runner passing the baton.

Unfortunately, poor Eric is not expecting the pass and can only watch down in alarm as the blunt edge of the board swings up between his muscled thighs, smacking like a karate chop right in the bulging center of his left gonad.

“Huuuuuugh!” the young trainer exhales loudly with a deep manly grunt as his clipboard clatters to the floor shortly followed by Eric who drop heavily on one knee, gasping and grimacing in pain.

“Oops, Sorry dude!” Chris shrugs then sweeps past him and Eric is sure he hears a mean chuckle as his obnoxious client strides away.

Holding his precious young balls rather delicately, Eric curses under his breath muttering obscenities then gingerly gets to his feet and follows his hard-earned meal ticket onto the gym floor.

“Bitch!” Eric hisses through his clenched teeth rubbing his still stinging sack. It’s been a while since he’s taken one between the legs and the gut-wrenching pain brings back some sour memories…the last time and probably the worst was at the high-school prom when he was still a teenager. He can clearly recall dancing erotically with a hot cheerleader when suddenly her jealous boyfriend strode up and punted him from behind…the waxed leather shoes striking both of Eric’s bigger, hornier testicles! Then the mind-fucking agony as he rolled around howling on the filthy floor with both hands buried inside his waistband clutching his fragile wounded balls! At times like this, Eric’s impressive manhood seemed a blessing in disguise, cursing him with the pain tolerance of a helpless child. It’s an affliction he’s carried since puberty and, if anything, his balls seem even more sensitive now than before.

“Good, well this chest routine is exactly what I am looking for,” Chris acknowledges as he moves over to the bench press and lowers himself down onto the false-leather padding, snapping his fingers. “Come on trainer, do your job… put some plates on and spot me”

Eric’s eyes narrow, and the handsome trainer can hear his own teeth gnashing as he follows Chris’s blunt instructions.

Hearing the satisfying clunk of heavy iron being loaded onto the steel bar, Chris is rather enjoying having a servant at his command. But his grin falters as he looks up to see Eric is now standing over him ready to guide the barbells movement. Chris blinks then his eyebrows crease, despite his efforts he can’t tear his eyes away from the obscene view straight up into Eric’s floppy shorts. No wonder Eric’s member was so prominent…his young trainer clearly forgot to put on underwear and, despite his disgust, Chris can’t help feeling over-whelmed by the size of Eric’s penis hanging down the left leg of his shorts. His offended eyes are just inches away from the stud’s drooping anaconda, one of the longest, meatiest horse cocks he’s ever laid eyes on. Chris frowns and can’t help wondering if his own manhood in its fully engorged, rock-hard state could match Eric’s drooping sausage for length or even girth. Before he knows it, his right hand is gliding down the bench in curiosity then reaching round to finger his own junk and as his fingers gently fondle his beloved privates he groans loudly in annoyance. His prized penis, his pride and fucking joy, feels almost inadequate in his own hand and even seems to be shrinking in shame.

“Well don’t just stand there, fucking spot me!” Chris snarls angrily, slamming both hands onto the barbell, his knuckles turning white as he flexes every muscle and fiber to vent his frustration and prove his worth…but despite all his efforts from his rippling pecs the stupid bar refuses to budge as if welded to the support.

“Careful! Don’t hurt yourself now” Eric chuckles down at his red-faced efforts.

“What the hell! You put the wrong plates on.” Chris huffs “You couldn’t lift that either, idiot!”

Eric just raises his eyebrows and Chris glares back in loathing, but his angry eyes are distracted by the huge cock that seems to have swollen even bigger and is now swaying heavily between Eric’s legs as the trainer adjusts his footing behind Chris.

“Sorry about that, sir. You just need to get a bit bigger.” Eric states blankly and goes to adjust the plates leaving Chris lies gaping in disbelief on the bench. Son of a bitch! He was looking at my groin when he said that!

Despite being a horny, sex-crazed uber-male, Chris has always been sensitive to any suggestion that his manhood might be in any way deficient. He practically worships his genitals after all and always feels proud to see his mighty boner thrusting skywards, hard as a fucking nail. Being such a macho stud he’s rarely doubted that his meat-stick is on the large side…I was way bigger than all my friends at school!  Chris recalls with a grin, remembering it like yesterday. The thrill of being the first in his class to hit puberty aged just 11 and the joy of flaunting his growing penis…the longest, thickest cock in his whole fricking class and that wasn’t all! How could he forget the envious stares directed at his pubescent low hangers, the almost man-sized testicles dangling low and menacingly between his slender thighs! With all that testosterone, his boyish muscles also began developing faster than any of his friends and for a few glorious months he was the undefeated arm-wrestling champ of his whole year!

If only that glory could have lasted forever but over time the balance began to shift. Within months a few classmates were sporting noticeable longer, droopier cocks, their young balls swelling and dropping lower in their sacs. A few boys could almost, almost match him in size. Chris had been incensed, forcing any potential rival to compare their blossoming genitalia against his more manly assets to prove that he was still the top dog then mocking and punishing their inferior boy-toys. His superior package remained undefeated for most of that year… until that one terrible day dawned…a draw! A fucking bullshit draw! Chris had stood speechless, clutching his beautiful throbbing boner refusing to believe that it could fail to eclipse the uglier, curved specimen that towered up alongside it. Chris had stroked harder but to no avail and even stretching his foreskin had failed to convince the stubborn judges. Seething at the injustice, Chris had waited for the right time to avenge his nemesis. His next growth spurt had spurred him into action and this time he doubling the stakes! ‘I'll prove I’ve got a bigger cock and bigger balls than you, loser!’ Tension you could cut with a knife as the crowd of pubescent boys gathered, gazing intently as the two great rivals jostled and stroked before proudly revealing their treasures then…THE HORROR! Chris had stood blinking down in disbelief as his world fell apart. His beloved boner had come up short this time and by a clear margin. Fucker, how did he grow that big? The boy’s ugly twisted monstrosity must have grown a full half-inch and looked far thicker too. Chris turned pale as the blood drained away from his face and also from his cock which was already wilting in disgrace! Worse still his rival was now reveling in victory, taunting him by holding out his hefty bollocks which looked chunkier too and Chris had almost fainted stumbling back in retreat among the jeering crowd. His world was collapsing around him as his once envious peers now mocked him, but there was still hope “I’m still bigger than any of you, fuckers!’ Chris roared, daring any of the turn-coat losers to challenge him. Then to his disbelief Jake, the captain of the soccer team, bravely stepped forward to the cheers of his team-mates. With a nervous shrug, Jake began rubbing himself under his shorts, his eyes glancing awkwardly towards Chris who just sneered back still parading his resurrected boner. Finally Jake raised his eyebrows and laid all his cards on the table, lowering his shorts awkwardly until his stiffening member popped out. Chris laughed at the boy’s foolishness, then froze, feeling his jaw hit the floor as he whimpered ‘Not again! No fucking way!’ He stood gaping down in disbelief at Jake’s winning hand…what must be a full seven throbbing inches of boy meat but this time a cock that looked almost as beautiful as his own!

From then on Chris had slid shamefully down the ranks Gold…Silver…Bronze. His declining fortune was brutal but worse still, the growth spurts he desperately needed were becoming fewer and far between. His boyhood could still impress in the showers but challenging the well-hung alpha’s was becoming a hit and miss affair and led to several more humiliating defeats. By 14, apart from being a little bushier than most, his once lauded genitals were no longer the envy of the locker room. Then began those awful wilderness years, a soul-sucking void of pity and self-doubt for Chris, a stagnation that was began to improve when he started working out, building the sexy muscles that finally caught her eye…Carla! She was the spark that finally reignited his flame. Constantly reminding him how big and impressive he really was, as she lustfully worshipped his manhood, complimenting his good looks and sexual prowess! His fragile ego ballooned as he realized how special he truly was. He now felt proud to see his naked form reflected in the mirror, those sizzling muscles and that virile, horny cock…in fact Carla had offered to measure him a few days ago and he grins proudly as he recalls her verdict.

“Wow darling! Six and a half inches!!! Oh my God, you’re such a fucking stud!”

How he loved that look of pride on her face as she gripped his throbbing man-tool in one hand while pointing to the faint mark on his old plastic ruler from high-school. Even Chris could barely hide his joy…Six and a half inches!… dang, that’s almost a full INCH longer than last time he measured himself! A late growth spurt perhaps?…or maybe Carla is simply more adept at measuring a big cock!

So there was proof, Chris was plenty big enough where it mattered. Perhaps not the very biggest stud on the farm but packing more than enough to satisfy such a lustful, experienced chick like Carla. Chris grins proudly at the thought and then glances across at Eric, his hunkier but rather naive trainer, and almost pities him. I bet the boy’s still a virgin! Chris smirks meanly at the thought. Of one thing he is sure, Eric’s overstuffed sausage will never be enough to win him a prize like Carla!

Eric has now finished adjusting the weight on the bar and is scribbling something down leaning forward with his prominent man bulge almost resting on the middle of the bar. The muscle-bound youth is droning on about the importance of good form as if Chris has never heard such God-given wisdom before.

With a mean grin, Chris reaches both hands up towards the bar then jabs one loose fist deep into Eric’s overgrown genitals. Chris grins wider feeling the delicate, squishy organs being rearranged by his intruding knuckles. The punch is only as hard as Chris dares, still keeping up some pretense of an accident and Chris can barely hide his grin as the resulting blow has exactly the desired effect.

“It’s OK to reduce the weight, sir, what matters is good form ooooooooh! Ugh!....Fu…oh no…ooooooh not my nuts again!” Eric gasps in distress, immediately losing his composure, doubling over as once again as his clipboard clatters noisily to the ground. The hurting stud can only grab his aching balls as he rocks back and forth.

“Oh shit, sorry dude, did I rattle your jelly beans?…Shoot, I forgot we’re doing wide grip this time” Chris rolls his eyes innocently moving his hands wider on the bar and away from Eric’s aching junk then begins to power the bar up and down almost colliding with Eric’s shocked face. Chris smiles broadly up at Eric, loving how the young stud’s forehead creases, the pinch growing between his eyes as Eric moans, his hurt green eyes staring blankly at the floor.

“That’s ok sir…I’m fine…It’s just…ugh…oh God my fricking nuts!” Eric huffs, unable to finish his sentence as he massages his aching plums and Chris jumps in with.

“You know you should really think about wearing a jock strap, kid” Chris offers with a patronizing grin “If you let your little marbles flop about near all this clanging iron…well, you might never get laid dude.”

Chris rests the weighted bar and sits up a wide smile on his face as his trainer is reduced to holding his privates in front of his client and the other guests at the gym. A few seem to have noticed and start to point and Chris is more than happy to highlight his humiliation.

“Why don’t you go compose yourself a little and I’ll finish this set alone. You’re not really helping much anyway when you stand there playing with yourself.”

Eric looks rather pale as he limps to the locker room with one hand nursing his scrambled eggs and Chris can’t resist recording the funny walk on his phone. He’ll enjoy laughing at it later and it’s useful to have evidence of Eric’s unprofessional behavior in case he threatens to terminate their contract.

“What an idiot! So proud of that big swinging dick he forgot all about his weak little balls!” Chris chuckles meanly grabbing his own sturdy nuts with a reassured grin as he heads over to do the next exercise. He’s barely started his first workout of the year and already he’s got the big hunky trainer where he wants him…right by the balls!

The rest of Chris’ session is rather uneventful. Eric manages to survive the rest of the workout, being very cautious to keep his fragile bulge shielded from any hazard. This really amused Chris who enjoys mocking Eric’s fear at every opportunity and he feels rather sorry when their time is up.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat but my hot girlfriend’s on her way to pick me up now.” Chris checks his phone then winks at Eric. “No doubt she’s feeling horny and wants to suck on my big manly balls. Alright, see you on Wednesday, big guy.”

“Er… yeah OK, see you then” Eric groans with a sense of dread then reaches down to nurse his groin.

“And go put some ice on those little raisins” Chris adds helpfully with a smirk.

“They’re not little” Eric mutters.

“Yeah sure, kid” Chris laughs abruptly then turns and saunters off to the changing room.

Chris feels thrilled and a little surprised that Carla is coming to pick him up, since she rarely goes out of her way for him unless she wants a favor. It’s a really sweet gesture and saves him the long walk home. When he emerges freshly showered from the locker room he feels rather irked to see Carla in the reception area talking to his trainer…showing him something on her phone that makes Eric laugh.

Chris storms forward, glaring daggers at his low-life trainer and grabs her arm “Carla, we're going home!”

“Hang on sweetie” Carla chuckles, shaking him off “We were just discussing how well your training is going. He’s really impressed by your motivation and your progress, right Eric?”

Eric just nods in agreement and Chris blinks in confusion, then it clicks…of course…Carla had seen Eric’s profile and must have recognized him in the lobby. With his nerves calmed Chris takes her hand and gently flips her phone over, curious to see what she was showing his trainer earlier…then his jaw drops in alarm! It a close-up photo of himself, shirtless and proudly flexing his sexy biceps and with horror he remembers how Carla had begged him to copy that exact pose from Eric’s profile photo.

“Carla! Those are private!” Chris berates her then a horrible feeling creeps over his skin and he stares back at the phone “Hang on…oh no…oh for fuck’s sake…” Chris pinches his fingers on the screen and as the picture zooms out his protest dies into a mortified gurgle as the full horror emerges. It’s now a full figure shot of himself, Chris, flexing in only his underwear! But what really makes him choke is not the bulge on his arm but the one in his boxers! His rock-hard boner is thrusting skywards, straining the fabric of his silky shorts like a fucking Popsicle. Chris gulps and quickly turns the screen off...Dear God I hope Eric didn’t see all that!

“You should be proud, sir!” Eric grins innocently at Chris and playfully grabs Chris by his solid upper arm, giving his pumped muscles an encouraging squeeze “These are pretty impressive guns! You just need to grow a bit bigger in a few…other places.”

Chris recoils, feeling the blood begin to drain from his face and quickly he grabs Carla and escorts her quickly outside and into the car.

“What’s wrong, your trainer seems nice” Carla teases him when they get in the car. As usual, Chris takes the driving seat and accelerates out of the parking lot with an angry squeak of tires.

“Yeah sure! A nice, grinning weak-balled idiot!” Chris huffs, his feathers still a little ruffled “Trust me, Carla, I found out exactly how to wipe that daft grin off his face!”

“You didn’t!” Carla gasps with anticipation.

“Oh yeah, babe! I tapped his puny nuts twice today…. by accident of course haha! The big doofus dropped to his knees both times! What a fucking wimp! All those big strong muscles but I tell you, that kid must have the tiniest, puniest set of peanuts between his legs. Funny thing is he doesn’t even deny it!” Chris grins wickedly “Trust me, that loser wouldn’t last a moment in your hands, honey! After one of your squeezes you’d have to call him Erika!”

Carla laughs wickedly “Really well actually that sounds like fun, I always wanted a eunuch slave!” With a devious grin she slides her hand deftly inside her boyfriend’s shorts and her experienced fingers take no time to locate her favorite toys “Lucky I found myself a stud with big tough balls like these!”

“Careful now!” Chris gulps, gripping the wheel tighter as the cold finger’s wrap around his testicles, isolating his precious left nut and squeezing until the slippery orb pops out of her grasp then immediately grasping his even bigger right orb, his pride and joy! Bravely he grits his teeth, muscles clenching barely able to keep the car on the road as she probes the shell of his sturdy egg and he breathes in short gasps trying to cope with the pain.

“Carla please! You can squeeze my big man-balls when we get back, but I have to warn you…” Chris growls defiantly feeling his cock throb powerfully “I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep you won’t be able to walk for a week!”

Chris continues his regular trainings and each time Eric is there to greet him with a courteous “Hello Sir” that reflected his client’s superior status. Chris has booked Eric to train him three times a week and after a few weeks he’s immensely pleased with his decision. Each workout is meticulously planned, full of useful tips and encouragement, motivating him to push himself harder and the results are soon starting to show. In return Chris recognizes his trainer’s efforts by bragging about how big his muscles are growing and boasts about the boost to his libido knowing it will make Eric green with envy. This last topic are usually reserved for those special occasions when Eric’s fragile bulge gets in the way of a swinging kettle ball or a suddenly lifted barbell or a mistimed backhand leaving the injured hunk writhing on the floor at Chris’s feet.

How Chris loves those moments! Proving that he’s truly superior to this hunky, big-dicked trainer who, when push comes to nut-tap is just a puny weakling...a fragile boy clutching his little raisins gazing up at his master, imagining how awesome it must be to have a set of tough, manly bollocks like the pair dangling heavily inside his client’s Armani shorts. Chris doesn’t even need physical proof that his gonads are bigger, it is just mutually accepted and Chris loved to poke fun at Eric’s smaller jewels knowing his hunky trainer lacks the balls to even defend his honor.

At least with such puny testicles Eric will never be a rival for Carla’s affections and soon Chris turns a blind eye whenever he sees them chatting in the gym after training. Chris has a pretty good idea what she is talking to him about anyway….no doubt bragging to Eric about their thrilling love life and how impressed she is with Chris’s growing muscles and his remarkable stamina and libido!

She has every right to be proud of course, for after a month under Eric’s guidance Chris is showing phenomenal results. He’s packed on several pounds of lean, solid muscle, his abs are tighter, his pecs fuller and he recently shattered his bench press record, a feat that left Eric gasping in disbelief.

Most of all Chris loves how his biceps pop out as they do right now, fully pumped they look almost the size of baseballs. Chris is doing preacher curls, gazing proudly at his sculpted pumped biceps which have grown almost a full inch around and are surely now close to matching his hunky trainer’s.

“One more rep, sir, you can do it! Damn, look how your guns pop now!” Eric enthuses and playfully reaches out to touch his upper arm, feeling up the sculpted contour of his client’s rock hard, quivering biceps as Chris grimaces as he squeezes out one final rep.

Dropping the bar with a loud clang, Chris growls then gives a warning glare across at Eric. Although he loves to be complimented, he still won’t tolerate this kind of buddy intimacy. “Don’t you dare touch me, creep! I’m just as strong as you now and I will really hurt you if you fuck with me!” Chris snarls out the warning.

Eric gulps and nods shyly, rather stunned by the audacious claim. “Sorry sir, I’m just a little overawed by your… progress.”

“Yeah? Well these muscles are for Carla’s pleasure only!” Chris steps forward until his chest bumps against Eric's and flexes his pumped biceps in his trainer’s face “And I'll use them against anyone that gets in my way!”

“Un….understood, sir” Eric stammers taking a step back. He bites his lip and blinks trying to hide the curious little buzz he gets whenever Chris tries to exert his authority.

After the workout, Chris disappears into the changing room and Eric feels a little disappointed that he didn’t rise to the challenge of a strength contest. The thought of competing muscle against muscle with Chris is rather thrilling, still it’s not all bad for Eric. He has his usual appointment with Carla in the lobby and they have a little scheme that is all ready to put into action!

Despite his innocent appearance, Eric has a rather devious side to his character and while he secretly lusts after Carla, he has far bigger plans than just stealing Chris’ girlfriend. Unbeknown to the innocent couple, Eric is bisexual, extremely horny and utterly shameless in bed. For a while he’s been kindling a new career in porn starting with webcam shows and breaching into private roleplay sessions with selected clients. What would horrify Chris even more is knowing that his trainer has a huge fucking crush on him too and a particular fetish for dominating and humiliating cocky little thugs like Chris!

Eric goes straight to the lobby where Carla is waiting and they begin to earnestly discuss their plans. His heart skips a beat when he spies Chris emerging freshly groomed and showered with that sexy little sneer engraved on his face. As usual they switch topics when he approaches, pretending to discuss his workout but Eric has already decided to put his devious plan into action, it’s risky but worth it.

“You’re probably right Carla, his biceps are getting pretty huge! You know he even let me touch them today!” Eric exclaims with a sly wink, pretending to answer a question from Carla. Just as Chris arrives at their high table.

“Is she bragging about my body again?” Chris smirks down at Eric with a superior grin.

“Uh yeah…as always!” Eric rolls his eyes as if he’s heard it all before then makes his move “Carla reckons you could beat me in an arm wrestle now.”

“What?” Chris gulps, looks rather aghast at his girlfriend then back to Eric who just shrugs and casually takes off the hoody he wears for training and reluctantly props his big arm up on the high coffee table.

“Whenever you’re ready, sir?”

“Go on Chris, you can do it!” Carla cheers her boyfriend who rather angrily slips out of his jacket revealing a figure-fitting black sleeveless T-shirt. Then places his elbow firmly on the table and grips Eric’s larger hand as he stares boldly into the younger man’s innocent eyes.

Chris grips Eric’s hand firmly and sneers as he tightens his grip trying to intimidate his opponent, his knuckles showing white as his pumped muscles bulge menacingly. Chris’ flexed and pumped biceps look incredible after all the recent training but his trainer’s relaxed arm is still a formidable beast, the big rolling muscles waiting lazily for the signal to engage.

“Go!” Chris yells, taking the initiative and attacks with a savage surge of power that drives his unprepared rival backwards. Eric gasps and grits his teeth as he tries to stem the tide. His bulky muscles leap into action but far too late with his fist now forced back and shaking, the hair on his hand already brushing the table hairbreadth as his baseball biceps threatening to burst through the skin. He gasps, shocked by the power and ferocity of the attack as he just manages to stall the assault and he turns to look Chris in the eye with a pale, shocked expression.

“What’s wrong, Eric?” Chris smirks meanly “Haven’t you got the balls to beat me!”

Chris snarls, his face hardening as his piercing stare turns proudly towards his own rock-hard invincible guns as he leans forward exerting his bodyweight to finally crush his opponent. Grunting and straining he pushes even harder against the crumbling wall of muscle yet somehow Eric’s manages to keep his hand alive.

“Submit now, fucker!” Chris snarls, staring with fierce determination at his own magnificent muscles then his jaw drops as he feels something unexpected. A crushing grip on his hand followed by an overwhelming surge of power and his whole body is wrenched upwards by a superhuman force. He gasps out in panic as his proud arm is slowly forced up, past the vertical and can only watch in horror as his flexed elbow joint is brutally prized open like a clamshell, his baseball biceps being gradually wrenched apart by Eric’s superior power.

Chris can only whimper as he sees Eric’s phenomenal biceps explode into action making his peaky muscles look rather boyish. His arm burns in agony as he tries to keep his quivering arm above the table. He looks up almost pleadingly into his trainer’s stony, expressionless face and in Eric’s eyes he now sees something new…a look of pride, a deep satisfaction at being the better man and he fucking hates him for it. Worst of all he knows Eric has been toying with him all along, giving him hope before crushing his dreams. Fuck I can’t lose like this in front of Carla!

“Come on, sir! Try harder, show me those big muscles!” Eric’s antagonizing voice is the final straw and Chris curses in rage as he suddenly raises his knee finding the tempting gap between Eric’s muscular thighs.

THUD! Eric grunts, jerking bolt upright as pain explodes between his legs. His mouth opens in a silent scream as he tries to back away but he’s trapped by the wall behind and can only writhe in pain pivoting on Chris’s knee that is lodge deep between his muscled thighs and crushing his young nuts.

“Was that hard enough, dickhead!” Chris snarls, his flexed biceps easily overpowering Eric’s slackening arm, powering it up to the start point then slamming his hand down into the table winning the contest with a triumphant roar and sending the big hunk tumbling to the floor where he curls up clutching himself, coughing and whimpering.

“Impressed?” Chris brags as he pumps his fist in triumph then proudly flexes his biceps across at Carla who gasps, holding a hand to her mouth unsure if she should congratulate Chris or console Eric.

“You kneed my balls!” Eric sobs slipping his hands inside his shorts “Oh God, I need some ice for my balls!”

“We’ve got ice at home” Carla offers thinking quickly, as she turns to Chris “Help him up. Let’s take him back to your place.”

Chris stares at her in surprise, then sees the excitement in Carla’s expression. Clearly she shares the same desire to humiliate Eric that he also harbors so Chris jumps at the suggestion.

“Yes darling, let’s help the poor kid…he must have strained something when I beat him. Come on big guy, let us help you out.”

Putting one powerful arm around his trainer, he helps him to his feet pulling him along. Chris feels awkward touching another man but…that look earlier in Eric’s gaze revealed to him that he needs to put Eric back in his place…one way or another.

 

On the way home, Chris drives with Eric in the backseat still complaining about his sore nuts and mumbling that he will miss his next client. Chris ignores him completely and turns on the radio and Carla shrieks with delight as it blasts out her favorite song.

“Stand by your man!” Carla sings along joyfully with the chorus, one of her hands latching around Chris’s upper arm gently rubbing his manly muscles. Chris obliges her by flexing his victorious biceps and she delights in squeezing his hard muscles as she yells loudly along to the words “I’ll give him all the love I caaaaaaan!” her painted red fingernails scaling along the contours of his muscles “Stand by your maaaaan!!!”

Chris beams as he adjusts the rear-view mirror delighting in Eric’s comical faces as he writhes in the back seat, clutching the battered testicles within his shorts.

When they arrive, Eric is barely able to stand and awkwardly stumbles along the sidewalk as Carla props him up making small talk about the garden “I must get Chris to replant the grass soon. God, I love it when works shirtless outside. He’s so hot now…” she glances over her shoulder and lowers her shades to wink at him with a wide smile, her carefully applied lipstick glistening at him. Chris feels a stirring in his groin as he touches himself, delighting in his growing tool.

“Yeah baby, but I'd prefer to pour my seed out over you.”

“So naughty!” Carla laughs at his obvious innuendo.

Eric groans, and Chris slaps him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, ice soon for those weak pips of yours. A couple for snowflakes should suffice for your little assets, right buddy?”

Stumbling a bit in the doorway, Chris pushes him inside and he collapses in the leather couch right in the living room.

“Anything cold will do,” Eric mutters with a slight whimper as his moist eyes glances around Chris’s home. It’s very macho in design with black leather, steel and glass end tables as well as the largest television screen he’s ever seen along one wall. The obscenely large screen flicks on upon entry and it flashes messages for Chris on the glass.

Chris turns it off with his phone as Carla heads to the kitchen to get him ice.

“Poor kid…I barely grazed those marbles of yours. Ah well, I’m sure they’ll be fine”.

Eric glares up at Chris, and he is about to say something when Carla reenters the room, with a bag of frozen peas in her left hand.

“I found this, want me to put it on?” Carla asks, pouting her red lips.

“Peas?” Chris roars with laughter “Are you making fun of Eric’s little boy-buds? Anyway, you’ll will never find his little testes honey-buns, let the big guy sort it out.”

Eric huffs and takes the ice bag and gingerly places it on his privates “Ooooh! That’s better…mmm thanks Carla.”

“No biggie!” Carla says standing up and moving over to Chris and laying her head on his shoulders.

Chris touches her ass, and grins as she snuggles up against him as he watches Eric readjust himself. Now that Chris has him in his home, he is deciding on the best way to snuff out what little remains of Eric’s ego. He decides to do so sneakily and warily so Eric does not catch on to his plan.

“Eric, lets watch some sport for a bit, Carla can make us some sandwiches and get the beer.”

“…okay…”

“Real men,” Chris explains “Always heal with a little liquid courage and some food.” Chris winks as he selects his favorite sports station showing his favorite manly fighting sports.

A no-holds-barred event is playing out and they guys watch for a few minutes until the first fight ends rather abruptly…a slim Asian kick boxer delivers a vicious snap kick right between the bigger opponents thighs sending the handsome blond Russian hunk crashing to his knees where he writhes and screams as he paws at his ruined testicles.

“Oh dear, the 21 year-old from Moscow took a rather nasty low-blow there” the female commentator raises her voice over his tragic wails of pain.

“Well technically the penalty puts Dmitri ahead on points… if that’s any consolation to the young man” her male co-host adds with a chuckle.

“True, but I don't think this kid has the balls to continue. Oh dear, yes he's tapping out already.” she adds with a disappointed sigh “Sorry for you folks at home and…well I think it’ll only get worse for Dmitri, his girlfriend is in the ring now and she looks really mad at him for giving up so easy.”

 Carla walks excitedly into the room to see the replay, her eyes sparkling as the slo-mo shows the bony foot repeatedly crushing the big Russian’s bulge from many different angles finally freezing on the point of impact as the instep strikes the white shorts from below showing the clear outline of two rather impressive but equally vulnerable testicles.

“Damn! I love how those Russian boys fight without cups! Cups are for girl’s right?” Carla enthuses as she lays the food and beer on the table.

“Yeah, but young guys these days are so weak where it counts. So pathetic!” Chris chuckles back then gives his trainer a playful nudge “Right Eric? I mean what’s the point of having all those muscles if you tap out after one kick?”

Chris laughs cruelly as he takes both beer bottles and expertly uses the tops to prize them open as Carla slumps beside him.

“But when you’ve got muscles AND a tough set of balls…now that is special!” Carla purrs running a hand down Chris’s arm.

 Sitting in the middle, Chris smiles at her and waits for the right moment for Eric’s next humiliation.

Eric reaches for his plate and as he leans forward, the ice bag shifts from his lap slipping to the floor. While Eric balances the plate with one hand, the other holds his ham and Swiss sandwich and he bites into it letting out a moan of pleasure.

“Oh that’s so good,” he mumbles chewing.

Carla smiles at him “Well I know where to get the best meat.”

“Yeah and I can vouch for that!” Chris says wagging his eyebrows knowingly as he pats his bulge proudly making her giggle uncontrollable.

“Stop you!”  Carla playful slaps one of his arms.

Smugly Chris shrugs turning to look back at Eric, “What can I say, only the best will do for my Carla! Here, buddy have a beer!”

Chris stands up to grab a bottle then props it between Eric’s spread thighs making sure to smoosh the blunt end deep into flesh below his crotch just beneath his obscene cock bulge, twisting it firmly into the black leather. With this perfectly aimed thrust Chris manages to squash both of his trainer’s vulnerable testicles.

“The bottle’s ice cold…it will do well to relieve any swelling on those…teeny gumdrops of yours.”

Eric balks and groans almost spitting out a mouth-full of food but he can’t even voice his distress as the ice cold beer bottle wets his aching crotch. Eric slowly chews, one hand now in his crotch checking over his recently re-busted nut-sack again from Chris.

Chris smirks and throws his arms around Carla’s waist and grabs her butt while the other cheekily squeezes her left breast making her let out a little gasp. Out of the corner of his eye he gleefully watches Eric suffering, not only from the pain in his nads but also from the envy of watching Chris canoodling with his hot girlfriend.

“Poor Eric! God it must suck being so weak between the legs” Chris grins meanly. “A girl like you needs a big strong man to protect you.”

“Oh yeah, stud!” Carla purrs sliding her slinky hand inside his shorts “That was so impressive how you beat won at arm-wrestling earlier and… oh my! …well it’s not just your muscles that are growing darling!”

Chris moans gently as she toys with his stiffening tool “God I’m so fucking horny!” he whispers lustfully in her ear “I need to fuck you so bad. Let’s show Eric the door…well unless he prefers to watch and learn!” Chris adds with a mean smirk.

“Oh and I was hoping you boys were going to fight over me” Carla teases, reaching down to clutch Chris by the balls “God I would love to see you two studs battle it out likes those fighters on TV! You could really show Eric how tough these big manly balls are!”

Chris bites his lip as she roughly gropes and fondles his hairy danglers, feeling his heart racing with excitement “Mmm fuck yeah, honey! But Eric’s boy-bits are far too fragile to take me on. Look at the poor guy, one accidental tap and it’s already game over…isn’t that right big guy!”

Eric stares up aghast “Well I guess…uh…yeah. I mean you knocked my poor boys pretty hard.”

“Man-up Eric! What do you say, just you against me?” Chris taunts him as he puffs up his chest “Don’t tell me you’re all muscles and no balls!”

“Oh don’t be mean, darling, I’m sure he’s got some balls down there!” Carla giggles meanly “Right Eric?”

Eric bites his lip, trying to look intimidated but deep inside his heart is leaping in his chest with a huge swell of adrenaline and excitement. Carla has put on an Oscar-winning performance and now, despite a few glitches, the devious little plan they hatched together is unravelling beautifully “But my poor nuts!” Eric pretends to protest still nursing his gonads which are genuinely rather sore “OK, OK but no nut-shots right?”

“Oh come on Eric, would I?” Chris laughs sarcastically then turns to Carla “So how shall we do this honey? First to submit loses?”

“Oooh, yeah baby!” Carla licks her lips and then adds excitedly “But let’s do best of three! And the winner gets to play with me all afternoon!”

“Yeah and the LOSER gets tied up and humiliated!” Chris smirks pointing down at his sorry trainer.

Eric gulps and gingerly gets to his feet, still feeling rather worse for wear while Chris eagerly tears off his own shirt and struts in front of him flexing his slim pecs with a cocky grin. His cock is still at half-mast flopping around inside his short as Chris bounces on his toes pumped with energy and testosterone.

To be concluded