Chase's Special Training: Part 1 written by Bryce

Chase’s Special Training:

Part 1

by Bryce

Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,

Hi!

This four part story that I am going to roll out over the next month is brought to the blog by a new writer named Bryce. This story takes place with Chase and Jayden still dating, and for this story on the same swim team together. He did such a nice job, and is a real treat to read. He loves the characters and the whole Jaydenverse as some readers have coined the Gino and Jayden series. I hope that you enjoy it as well as I did!

Sincerely,

Jimmy

The Bartlett swim team under Chase had developed some unsportsmanlike habits, with Chase typically at their centre. For one, Jayden had discovered that he could easily provoke Chase’s cartoonish vanity, and cause scenes that would distract and discombobulate the opposing team’s swimmers. While they and other Bartlett boys waited on the sidelines for their races, all it took was a lascivious look from Jayden, a prolonged gaze at his boyfriend’s sky-blue speedo-clad crotch and a waggle of the eyebrows or lick of his lips, and Chase would smirk and cockily flex his muscles in front of everyone while his cock chubbed up, visibly growing and crowding his already totally stuffed swim briefs.

For his part, Chase absolutely loved showing off for Jayden in public, and he happily played along, knowing exactly what effect it would have on their opponents. Chase seemed to have undergone yet another growth spurt, and his already ripped, muscular teen body, with its narrow waist and broad shoulders, was looking more like any of the sexiest male underwear models than that of a swimmer. He seemed to be more cocky and conceited than ever, too, a product of raging teen testosterone coursing through him in hyperdrive. When he would bounce his well-developed pecs or strike a stunning double biceps pose on Jayden’s cue, his own teammates would performatively fawn over him – and the boys from the opposing school could reliably be seen with mouths agape, wide-eyed, gawking and, often, popping boners in their own speedos that they would ashamedly cover with their hands or a towel, or sit down to attempt to hide. There weren’t many swimmers in the state – or perhaps any – as astonishingly built as Chase or as handsome, and most of the young men had never seen anything like the way the Bartlett captain and his team performed their sexual horseplay.

Today’s little sabotage had been particularly naughty. On the sidelines with a handful of his teammates including Jayden, Adam, Max and Rex, Shane and others, Chase was hitting a deliciously slow and deliberate pose, pumping his fists down and forward in front of him to push his pecs together and flex them hard. The normally rippling plates of thick, roughly square muscle bunched into powerful-looking, deeply striated, hairless mounds under his pale skin, like rocks straining a stretching cloth. Veins popped out across his chest and shoulders as his breath was pushed out in a growl through clenched teeth.

The twins, Max and Rex, noticed the boys on the other team, across the pool, stop whatever they were doing dead in their tracks to stare. Exchanging a devilish, knowing glance, Max and Rex each stepped up beside Chase from behind and cupped one of his strong bubble-shaped ass cheeks contained within his blue speedo.

The blond, blue-eyed Adonis looked left at Max and then right at Rex with a smirk, then raised his arms for a double biceps flex right in their faces. They seemed to burst out of his arms in 360 degrees, round and bulky, enviably peaked.

Max and Rex gasped exaggeratedly, putting on their best show for the opposing swim team. Not that they were immune to Chase’s raw sex appeal, as their own comparatively modest dicks got hard in their speedos too and they proceeded to shamelessly worship their hunky captain.

“Wow, Chase,” Rex moaned theatrically, attempting to wrap his hand around Chase’s baseball-sized biceps, squeezing and not even making an impression in the amazingly hard muscles. “You’re sooo strong. I bet you can lift my whole bodyweight with one hand!”

“Hell yeah buddy, easy,” Chase growled, flexing his biceps even harder, causing veins to bulge out across their surface. His cock hardened, pushing out to the side of his speedo. “You know I’m the strongest guy in the school!”

“Maybe the whole town,” gulped Max, his fingers tracing the veins standing out on Chase’s powerful upper arm.

“Gotta be,” Chase grunted. When he felt Max and Rex had gotten their fill of his biceps, he dropped his arms and bounced his pecs alternatingly, winking at Jayden, who was grinning widely back at him, stepping forward to perform the killshot that would totally tank the other team’s competitive mental readiness. Chase’s fully hard cock was now pushing out to the side of his speedo and straining to angle upwards, away from the twin bulges of his large round testicles, threatening to burst the waistband, pulling both the waistband and the leg opening of his speedo away from his body so that a direct-enough view might have provided a glimpse of the flesh of that generous manhood inside.

But Jayden’s approach was blocked by Adam, who stepped in front of Chase and put his hands on those firm pecs, running them down Chase’s torso over his abs.

“With the biggest balls,” Adam said, punctuating that last word by wrapping his fingers around Chase’s big testicles and squeezing.

Chase’s kiwi-sized balls overflowed Adam’s hand. They felt so warm, full and heavy, Adam felt like he could sense how laden with hot teen cum they were. Drunk with lust, Adam squeezed Chase’s balls much harder than he meant to. Flimsy sky-blue speedo-clad, compressed testicle meat bulged between Adam’s clawing fingers. Chase gasped sharply and tensed up, muscles quivering. Despite the pain, Chase and Adam both felt the horny hunk’s hard cock give a strong throb.

Jayden rolled his eyes and started lowering down to one knee. He saw that all the boys on the other school’s team were watching. Jayden grinned at them and put a finger to his lips.

“Hngh! Adam, get off my big balls, you fuckin’ idiot,” Chase hissed.

“Oops! Sorry Chase, I was just---”   Adam started.

But that’s when Jayden’s fist swung up between Adam’s legs, bashing the good-sized bulge in Adam’s own Bartlett speedo with a wet splat.

Adam screamed out, instinctively throwing his hips back as Jayden narrowly avoided getting bonked in the head by Adam’s ass. But in the shock of the moment, Adam hadn’t released his grip on Chase’s nuts.

Chase made a choking sound as his balls were crushed in Adam’s grip, with a crunch heard by everyone and felt by Chase, and yanked forward and down, which had the effect of pulling waistband of the speedo, the front pouch of which was of course also trapped in Adam’s grip on Chase’s balls, away from Chase’s body and letting his fully erect cock burst free to violently slap his abdomen. Chase yelped “OOOOF!” and his knees buckled and he stumbled forward into Adam, knocking Adam over, who finally let go of Chase’s big balls and crumpled on the floor while Chase managed to keep his balance.

“Ohhhhh. God dammit dude,” Chase groaned, doubled over with both hands cradling his beefy testicles, his perfectly straight, thick erection jutting out above his hands, its veiny length almost entirely exposed, thrust directly up and out of his speedo.

Jayden and the rest of the Bartlett team were laughing their heads off while the opposing team’s boys just stared and gawked, most of them sporting their own erections by this point, having witnessed possibly the most masculine display they had ever seen in the form of the wildly horny Chase flaunting his manly muscles and having his bulging manhood groped, abused and made the centre of attention.

Max and Rex moved to step forward so they could enthusiastically massage Chase’s busted balls back to health, as they loved to do, taking every opportunity to feel those proud, cum-filled stud organs under the guise of concern – but a look from Jayden told them it was under control. Max and Rex settled for rubbing Chase’s muscular shoulders.

“It can’t be that bad,” Jayden said in a comforting tone, patting Chase on the back as Chase, groaning, straightened and pulled at his speedo in a futile effort to rearrange the contents and reduce the pressure of the fabric constraining his aching, possibly swelling nuts to gain some relief. Chase slid both of his hands carefully into his speedo and gingerly fondled himself.

Said Jayden, “You’ve taken way worse hits to your big manly balls, and way more in quick succession!”

Chase glared down at Adam, who was rolling around on the tile holding his crotch. “Didn’t you see how hard he yanked on my big boys? He totally crushed them,” Chase whined. “Anyway he just caught me by surprise!”

It turned out the sight of the muscular teen Adonis with his hands inside his tight swim briefs clutching himself, with his boner sticking almost completely out for everyone to see and visibly twitching, covered in its menacing veins, with its intimidating size, was enough to send one of the boys on the opposing team over the edge, and a series of shocked, moaning gasps told everyone gathered that somebody was spontaneously cumming in his speedo.

Jayden couldn’t help but grin evilly at the other team’s boys and try to push them further. He gently grasped Chase’s wrists and pulled his hands out of his briefs and away from his groin.

“Aw, alright stud,” Jayden purred. “Let’s inspect the damage. But first,” Jayden grasped Chase’s thick boner mid-shaft, “You need to get decent. People are staring.”

Chase panted and grunted as Jayden, with some effort as he met a surprising amount of resistance from Chase’s powerful tool, bent the throbbing fuck rod to the side, grabbed Chase’s speedo waistband with his free hand and pulled it, strugglingly, to cover Chase’s raging erection with it, momentarily half-exposing his large balls through the stretched leg opening. Jayden managed to slip the waist band over top of Chase’s swollen cock head, the tight speedo’s elasticity cranking the defiant monster to the side and pinning it against Chase’s hip.

Damn, Jayden thought. Since when has Chase’s dick been that rigid? He’s really growing into a horny mega-stud…

“There,” Jayden said. “That’s better. Now about those big balls of yours, Chase, let’s see if they’re swollen.”

Smiling to himself, aware of the eyes of every young man in the pool on himself and Chase (except any who were currently racing in the water), Jayden reached both his hands down to Chase’s bulging crotch and gently grabbed both of his balls over the speedo.

“Careful,” Chase breathed. “Still tender.”

Jayden rolled those bulky man-eggs between the heel of his palm and fingers, gently pressing and massaging, finding them firm and sturdy, deforming only slightly under pressure before springing back to their normal round fullness.

Both boys felt Chase’s cock lurch violently. Chase’s lips parted and he moaned softly as the ache in his balls started blending between pain and pleasure. Jayden carefully explored the entire surface of his boyfriend’s powerful, aching testicles, while he looked up into Chase’s blue eyes, their chests almost touching. Chase gazed back and the corners of his mouth started to twist up into his trademark sexy, cocky smirk. Both boys glanced over at the other school’s team.

Suddenly Chase kissed Jayden – not just kissed, but virtually attacked, with the full force of his immense horniness. Up to this point, the Bartlett boys’ suggestive horseplay had been just that – there was plausible deniability of any homoerotic overtones. Now, that was out the window as two of the hottest and most well-hung boys in the school full-on locked lips, mostly naked, in clinging wet briefs, with one raging boner between them and another rising to meet and grind against it.

With that, several more groans erupted from the onlooking team, and at least three more speedos were filled with young athlete jizz.

The Bartlett team was a bit more used to it, and while they were at least not on the brink of orgasm, most of them sported boners while they hooted and catcalled, egging on the kissing hunks. Except Adam, who had crawled to a nearby wall to shakily attempt to stand.

Shortly thereafter, the final race concluded and both school’s teams of boys lined up single-file for the customary high fives and fist bumps between competitors. As the boys filed past each other, Chase raised his outside hand, the left, for high fives – but used his inside hand, closest to the other boys, to slap the dick head of each and every boner tenting the speedos of the other team’s boys with a stinging downward blow from his fingertips. Jayden snorted behind him, struggling not to laugh out loud as boys in red speedos yelped, one after another.

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Chase assumed the reason for his being called into the office by assistant coach Bryce was his behaviour at the swim meet that had concluded just minutes earlier. He was still scrubbing his towel through his blond hair when he entered, still in his speedo, but at least his raging hardon from earlier had calmed. Chase’s still-formidably thick, soft penis curled over the double spheres of his mighty testicles, which bulged proudly and were both individually discernable under the tight sky-blue material that hugged the contours and swells of his impressive teen manhood.

Bryce put down a clipboard and faced Chase. Bryce was only 27 years old, but of course, to Chase that seemed like nearly 30, which seemed old.

Bryce wore a Bartlett blue tank top and some sporty white 4.5-inch shorts that exposed most of his upper thigh. That thigh exploded outward from the knee up with highly defined muscle, which held true for the rest of the assistant coach’s physique – he was what Chase might look like in 10 or so years, if Chase had dark brown hair on his head and chest. Bryce was packed with muscle at only 5’10 – clearly, he had shed his swimmer’s build over the years in favor of one more resembling a classic physique bodybuilder. Round cannonball shoulders, curved traps climbing halfway up his thick neck, thick rounded pecs covered in trimmed dark hair, a ripped waist, glutes filling out those white shorts like two halves of watermelon. He kept some beard stubble and wore wayfarer-style black spectacles, giving an odd, yet extremely sexy nerdy contrast to his intimidating muscular bulk.

Bryce motioned for Chase to take a seat on the chair in front of the desk, while Bryce perched on the edge of it in front of Chase. He had his legs spread, and Chase couldn’t help but notice that between those tree trunk quads, Bryce’s crotch bulge looked huge in those white shorts.

Bryce folded his arms across his muscular, hairy chest. “Chase, I need to make sure you’re aware of some significant issues with you as a member of this team that I’ve noticed,” he began.

Chase had been sitting forward on the chair, but now he leaned back in it, let his legs fall open and clasped his hands behind his head, showing off his prominent bulge and incredible body, nonchalantly flexing his abs and his biceps, passing it off as simply getting comfortable. “Issues? Pray tell. I won all my races today, in fact we all did.”

Bryce nodded. “Yeah. But your times were totally weak. Nowhere near your best. Not just today, Chase, it’s a pattern. I’d ask if your focus was slipping, if you’re preoccupied…but to be frank, it could be any combination of numerous things.”

“Fire away,” Chase challenged. “I’m wide open.”

Bryce’s gaze flicked to Chase’s bulging crotch for just a moment. “I can see that,” he muttered. “Well, where to begin. First of all, Chase, you’re getting too muscular.”

Chase made a face that was somehow a mix of incredulous, flattered and baffled. “Excuse me?”

“Too bulky. You’re not as aquadynamic as the other guys,” Bryce continued. “You see how slim everyone else is compared to you? Here, stand up,” Bryce ordered, standing and bidding Chase to follow.

Chase did, arching an eyebrow.

Bryce reached out and grasped Chase’s upper arm. “Flex your biceps for me.”

Chase smirked and raised his forearm to a right angle, clenching it and looking down at it admiringly as his biceps hardened into his peaked pride and joy. “Damn coach, maybe you’re right. I’m definitely growing.” As was typical, showing off his muscles, admiring himself and bragging made Chase’s dick pulse.

Bryce felt Chase’s biceps for a moment before releasing him and moving on. “And your glutes…”

Without even needing a prompt, Chase turned his back to his coach and flaunted his muscled bubble ass. “Bummer coach. Pun intended,” he said as he alternatingly flexed his glutes, making them bounce in the assistant coach’s face. “I didn’t realize being so stacked was such a drawback. Maybe I need to keep exploring wrestling.”

Bryce knelt and slowly hooked his fingers into the top of Chase’s speedo waistband and pulled it down just a bit, exposing the top of his crack and his gluteus medias. Chase froze. “That may be a good idea,” Bryce said quietly.

Chase felt Bryce’s thumbs gently trace the outer edges of his defined medias toward his crack.

“I think I get the point, coach,” Chase snapped, pulling up his speedo and turning to face Bryce.

“There’s a few more things, Chase, and I want you to be aware of them all so we can try and solve the problem,” Bryce said, looking up Chase’s washboard abs at him. “In fact, they’re right here in my face.”

“They? My…my balls?” Chase gulped. “What’s the problem with those? They’re awesome! The biggest on the team,” he blurted, his insecurity showing as he worried the assistant coach doubted his supreme masculinity over his teammates. Chase almost subconsciously reached down and held his boys, gently rolling them reassuringly in his fingers.

Bryce shook his head with a sly smile. “No Chase, that’s not it. I’m surprised you don’t see where I’m going with this. Your nuts – in fact, your whole big basket here,” Bryce said, raising his index finger and tapping it against Chase’s dick, “Is contributing to drag in the water too. You’ve got a huge package for your age, bud. Not to mention, Chase…I’ve noticed your dick’s almost always hard at meets. That certainly doesn’t help matters.”

For some reason he couldn’t understand, Chase felt his face get hot, embarrassed, even though his dick was still hardening and was now semi-erect against his hip. “Well what the hell do you want me to do, coach? It’s not like I can shrink my dick and balls, and I wouldn’t if I could!” Chase was working his balls angrily in his hand now without seeming to notice, touching himself with increasing furiousness right in front of Bryce’s face. Chase couldn’t quit the swim team. It took up a lot of his and Jayden’s time together, for one thing. For another, he had busted the balls of every single one of his teammates and compared them time and time again to remain on top as the captain. Chase wasn’t giving all that up because his fucking nuts were too big for swimming.

“Relax Chase,” said Bryce, standing up, and placing a hand over the one Chase was groping himself with. Chase stopped. “I know what the source of all these problems is, and I know how to fix them.”

Chase was breathing heavily from getting so worked up. “What?”

“It’s these frequent growth spurts,” Bryce said quietly. Their chests were almost touching. “We can stall them. Not stop them, mind you. Just hopefully put them off long enough or reduce their intensity for you to carry on swimming through the rest of high school.”

Bryce, of course, was lying. But he had decided he was going to humble the cocky young stud, and well, why couldn’t that be fun?

Chase exhaled in relief. “Alright…alright. I guess that would be okay. I’m already a fucking stud with massive balls for my age…for any age, really, my nuts are bigger than most grown men’s…I guess I don’t need to be an absolute freak right now. If it’ll help me keep swimming,” He finished uneasily.

Bryce nodded. “We can start now,” he said. 

The older man knelt in front of Chase again and put his fingers in the waistband of the teen hunk’s speedo and looked up.

“Ready?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Chase said, covering his bulge with both hands. “What do you need down there?”

“I need to check out your nuts, Chase, because we’re gonna be busting them.”

“W-what? Hang on,” Chase stammered. “That makes no sense. I get hit in the nuts all the time. Hard,” he added, taking a step back. “If that was going to stop me growing then why am I still getting bigger?”

“You have to know what you’re doing to help in situations like these,” Bryce said. “There’s technique to it, it’s nothing like just getting hit in the balls any old way. Listen, if you’re getting your big balls busted as often as you say, they must be really tough.”

Chase paused. “Y…yeah…my big balls are really tough! Nothing can break these rocks,” he said defiantly, his cockiness returning.

Bryce waved his hand, motioning Chase back. “Yeah. So you have nothing to worry about, we aren’t going to do any damage.”

Chase approached Bryce again and planted his bulging crotch right in front of Bryce’s face. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll prove my huge manly balls are even tougher than you! Do your worst.”

Bryce swiftly hooked his thumbs into Chase’s speedo and pulled it down Chase’s muscular thighs, letting his balls tumble out and his semi-hard cock bounce free. From all the buildup of the day without release, Chase had been precumming quite a lot into his speedo. A string of it flew off the tip of his semi erection and narrowly missed splattering Bryce’s face.

“Gotta check for weakness first. Hmm,” murmured Bryce, “Don’t need this big monster in the way.” He put one hand against Chase’s shaft and held the beefy tool out of the way against Chase’s body.

With his free hand, Bryce scooped up Chase’s mighty balls, the sturdy yet delicate source of his surging masculinity.

Chase gritted his teeth as Bryce commenced the second ball massage of Chase’s day. This one was considerably rougher, however. Bryce was immensely strong and his intent was not to comfort, like Jayden’s treatment of his balls earlier. Bryce kneaded them, squished them together, ground them against each other, gave Chase’s scrotum a few testing twists.

“Damn, Chase,” whistled Bryce while he fondled the teen hunk expertly. “Your nuts are so full and heavy. They feel strong. I can’t feel any weakness in these big boys. I will have to take that into account with your training.”

Chase kept his teeth gritted but veins started to stand out on his neck and his muscles were clenching and unclenching all over his body. His pecs quivered, his abs heaved in and out, his muscular thighs went from rock hard to supple and back, showing off their awesome definition, and even the veins running through the big separated quad muscles started standing out in sharp relief.

Chase looked down, watching the hunky older man work his balls, noticing the way every motion caused Bryce’s muscles to twitch and ripple. A squeeze of Chase’s nuts accompanied a corresponding bunching of the muscles in Bryce’s big arms and a slow flex to roll through his pecs.

Chase’s dick hardened to full mast again and was leaking rivulets down onto Bryce’s fingers. “Oh,” Bryce said, noticing the sticky wetness. “Guess I can let go of this.” He removed his hand from Chase’s shaft and it bounced immediately into a straight up position, shuddering and pointing at the ceiling.

The palpating and intermittent grinding and crushing Bryce was applying to Chase’s testicles was making Chase’s head swim in pain and pleasure, impossible to distinguish between either.

“Coach…” Chase finally gasped when he couldn’t take any more, “If you keep working my balls like that I’m gonna…”

“Sorry Chase, almost done! I think I have a good knowledge of these big boys now,” Bryce exclaimed, and as he loosened his probing grip on Chase’s testicles the two heavy meatballs jumped up to the base of his cock, trembling, aching to finally release their load. “Shit,” Bryce said.

Chase gasped and panted, anticipating the buildup of pressure in his groin, some sort of stimulus from Bryce that would make him blow his load. He felt his balls boiling with cum, aching with pressure, or was that soreness from all the manhandling of the day? He moaned out loud and threw his head back.

But nothing happened. Bryce just looked at him intently – from his face, back to his trembling balls and dripping cock.

Chase looked back at Bryce with a sex-crazed wildness in his eyes.

“What?! What’s wrong?”

Bryce looked up at Chase, shaking his head. “I think you’re too horny today, Chase. I need to be able to bust your balls, but look, they’re clenched up like you’re about to cum! We should wait -”

“Fuck! Coach, I’m so horny. I need to blow my load.” Chase reached for his throbbing cock, but Bryce slapped his hand away.

“No! Chase, hang on, you’ll mess it up –“

“Fuck!” Chase moaned. “Coach, my balls…fuck, my balls are gonna pop! I need to cum, coach. Please…”

Bryce sighed. Then without warning, quick as lightning, he coiled his powerful, muscle-corded arm and piston-launched his fist straight into Chase’s trembling testicles.

Crunch!

“OOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHHHWWWWW!” Chase screamed, a deep, manly scream coming from his core, as his shuddering cock explosively fired its first rope of thick, creamy teen stud cum right over Bryce’s head to splatter the back wall of the office. This shot was followed by a second, equal in volume and force, and another, and another.

Chase fired cumshot after cumshot out of his thick, incredibly potent cock as his muscular body writhed to cope with the wracking orgasm. He grabbed his nuts, one in each hand on either side of the thick base of his cock in a futile attempt to protect and coddle them while his cum blasted out, then leapt out, then eventually dribbled out of the end of his boner.

When he finally stopped shooting slugs of jizz, he had cum all over Bryce’s upper chest, neck and shoulders, as well as the desk behind him and the wall a few times. Chase’s whole body shuddered as he continued to cradle his poor big nuts and his orgasm wound down, his big teen cock finally spent and drooping slowly as cum leaked out onto the floor.

Bryce got up off his knees and leaned back against the desk, as Chase gingerly lowered himself back onto the chair behind him, carefully pulling his speedo back up his thighs, waiting for his boner to deflate enough to stuff it back in.

“Damn,” said Bryce. “That’s too bad.”

“Huh?” Chase blinked up at him, pulling his speedo up the rest of the way, extremely carefully tucking in his balls and cock, wincing as the tight garment initially constricted his package before the contents shifted and settled into a workable arrangement. “What’s too bad?”

Bryce grabbed a towel off the desk and started wiping cum off his muscular shoulders, frowning as it clung to his chest hairs. “You weren’t supposed to cum from getting punched in the balls. I thought that would make you lose your boner! You were way too horny. I need to be able to work your big balls way more than that to make any progress, Chase. If the first ballbust makes you cum every time, after just a little light fondling-“

Chase interrupted scoffingly, “Light?! And I don’t always cum from getting hit in the balls! Well…er…I do fairly often, but not always!”

Bryce continued, “I think we’ll have to make sure you’re emptied out before we can begin. I’m sure Jayden can help you with that, but if not then I’ll have to milk you at our sessions.”

“Sessions?!” Chase gawped again. “Plural? How many?”

Bryce shrugged, and just then Chase noticed the fat, angry purple head of what must have been a massive cock jutting out of the leg of Bryce’s white shorts.

Bryce reached down and grimaced as he tried to push it out of sight. “It’ll probably take quite a few. We’ll need to meet at least weekly. Now I have…er, some business to take care of,” he added, trying failingly to discreetly place his hand on his mid-thigh and hide the head of his hard cock.

Chase gingerly climbed off the chair to a standing position. “Uh…okay. Good, um…good luck with the cleanup.” He gestured vaguely around the room, most items covered with his semen.

“If you could just close the door behind you…” Bryce called after him.