Dethroning the King - Chapter 4 - Zach's Workouts

Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 4 - Zach’s Workouts

The super human virility given to him by his phenomenally oversized nuts unfortunately meant that Zach “The King” Sorenson had to jack off upwards of a dozen times a day - sometimes even more - just to relieve the aching congestion that would so rapidly accumulate in his burgeoning testes. It was a source of private shame to the heroically handsome and muscular UFT warrior that he was forced to beat his meat so frequently, that he couldn’t control and suppress his sexual urges through his indomitable will alone. Such extreme sexual needs and abilities, which would have been seen by most men as a tremendous gift, Zach viewed as an unmitigated curse. 

Ever since he’d hit puberty, Zach had been extremely careful to make sure he was alone and unobserved whenever he needed to hammer his bloated cock and pull out a load or two. He had established a daily routine, waking up before dawn with his inevitable rampant hard on towering over his belly, stepping into his shower (which had been built larger to accommodate his amazingly wide shoulders and 365 pounds of pure muscular beef), and blasting out at least 3 or 4 huge loads while the hot water washed over his magnificent musculature. 

(Zach had tried jerking off into his toilet before, but had given up on that idea for several reasons — (1) it was difficult to level his cock downward enough to point the business end at the toilet bowl, as his groin muscles were simply too overwhelmingly strong and resisted such movement, (2) it was even more difficult to control his cock when it was shooting, as it would throb and buck furiously in his hands during orgasm, and (3) his jizz was so unbelievably thick and clotted and gloopy that it nearly always backed up his toilet’s plumbing. So in order to avoid spilling half of his seed everywhere else but INSIDE the toilet bowl, or having to use a mechanical snake to unclog his drainage pipes, Zach had long since taken to jerking off in the shower. At least in the shower, his explosive messes were contained, he could rinse down the cum-drenched walls, and the drainage pipe was large enough that even the ridiculously thick soup of his nut butter didn’t clog the drain…most of the time…)

His early morning session would take the worst of the edge off and let him focus on his day. Zach would spend several hours overseeing his various projects and business interests, where he showed an impressive ability to manage large and diverse projects. By 9 AM, he was in the gym, training his extraordinarily massive and strong body with jaw-dropping amounts of weight. But by noon, he almost always needed to make a run to the restroom to pull out another load or three. 

Zach had a private restroom in his office at the gym that was specially built just for him. An entire section of wall was nothing but tiles, with a pair of large drains in the floor, so Zach could just point his shuddering cock at the wall in front of him and fire away. A garden hose with a spray nozzle attachment was located on an adjacent wall, and after the young muscle stud had released some of the ballast in his gigantic gonads, he could wash all of that thick baby batter down the drain with the high-powered hose. 

Zach spent most of his afternoons and early evenings training in his gym, either giving lessons to other young aspiring fighters, sparring with seasoned veterans, or hitting the heaviest of the heavy weights once again in his intense, muscle-bursting workouts. In fact, crowds often gathered to watch Zach work out, not only because he was masculine perfection in motion, but also because of the sheer staggering SIZE of the weights he could push around with his spectacularly muscular body. The young man proved on a daily basis that those vast muscles of his were not just for show as he curled, pressed, pulled, squatted, and heaved around weights that would take several normal men just to lift off of the rack. 

When he was sparring or training, Zach was serious, focused, and all business. But between sets or after training sessions, the young man was remarkably relaxed and at ease, and always had words of encouragement and support for the other young men and women training at his facility. He had a particular soft spot for the scores of teenagers who worked out regularly at his gym, becoming a friend and big brother to most of them. The gigantic muscle stud would make time for visitors, happy to put his arm around a fan, flex one of his unbelievably enormous biceps, and flash a dazzling smile for the camera. It was also a frequent sight to see the laughing muscle man being mobbed by a dozen or more of the neighborhood children, who would be hanging from his flexing biceps in twos and threes, hugging onto his tree trunk thighs, or riding on his shoulders. It was easy to see from these encounters that Zach would be a wonderful dad raising a brood of children of his own…if only he would allow himself to fall in love and get married. 

Training sessions would go late into the evening, but usually by about 10 PM, the last guests were out the front doors and the cleaning crew would be putting the gym back in order. Zach would help his crew close up the gym and clean the equipment, then he would thank his team and see them out the door, locking the gym behind them. With the gym all to himself and his privacy assured, the huge stud would then start one of his secret solo training sessions. 

And it was Zach’s late night sessions that saw the most intense nut draining action of the day. The hyper virile stud found that he usually couldn’t fall asleep until he’d pumped out at least 4 or 5 of his signature mega loads, so his evening ritual included a heavy meat jerking session. 

Zach knew that every part of his body needed to be as strong and tough as possible for him to survive in the arena, so he made sure that every square inch of his mammoth physique received brutal and strenuous workouts. And his huge bollocks were no exception. The handsome fighter knew that a man’s balls were considered his weakest point and the most desired area to target on an opponent — and with bollocks as unbelievably massive as his, Zach’s ballsac was an extremely large and inviting target indeed! Nearly impossible to miss, in fact! So in the evenings, he paid special focus on his own massive man orbs, training them daily to make sure that they were as tough and sturdy and solid as the rest of his diamond hard body. 

The young man had been gifted with a set of bull nuts that were naturally already phenomenally strong to begin with. The walls of his twin gonads were extremely thick, and the fibrous consistency of those walls was extraordinarily tough and dense. These attributes were a definite bonus in the UFT league, for the combination of dirty fighting and a burgeoning package that a blind man couldn’t miss guaranteed that Zach received dozens and dozens of brutal low blows in just about every match. In order to better endure such regular testicular abuse, Zach had found ways to toughen up his mighty bollocks even more. 

The methods Zach used were as varied as they were effective. 

• Sometimes he would do squats starting with a warmup weight of 800 pounds on a barbell across his back…and a 100-pound kettle bell tied to his huge balls. He would do squats to exhaustion, rest a minute, increase the weight on his barbell, and then repeat, over and over again, the whole time feeling like his huge bollocks were being torn from his body as they heaved the huge kettle bell into the air by nothing more than the stud’s impossibly strong ball cords. The young muscle bull would ramp up his squat weight 50 pounds at a time, pump out a half dozen sets of 20-30 squats, and then repeat. He usually worked his way up to 1,500 or 1,600 pounds on his barbell, but once had done 1,850 pounds for a full 40 straight reps! He was always pushing himself, though, and wanted to achieve a 2,000-pound squat for at least 20 reps. He knew that his mammoth quads and muscle-swollen calves were more than up to the task, and that he would be reaching this goal in the months ahead. 

Zach was phenomenally strong and had perfect form for all of his exercises, squats included, and he prided himself on being able to squat so low that his titanically muscular butt cheeks nearly brushed the floor. That also meant that, when a 100-pound kettle bell was not attached to his balls, Zach could smash his humongous, spandex-encased package against the floor with a loud and very beefy SLAP!! with each rep, much to the amazement of the other men in the gym. The huge, one-foot-diameter sphere of the kettle bell (which, astoundingly, was only slightly larger than Zach’s own gargantuan ballsac) got in the way of such movement during his private workouts, however, as it would strike the floor well in advance of his fantastically huge and heavy nuts. 

That didn’t deter Zach, though, for he’d still squat nearly all the way to the floor. 

The kettle bell would hit the floor first with a mighty WHUMP!!, momentarily taking the strain off of the lad’s overstretched ball cords. But Zach’s own huge bulk, and the mammoth weight stretched across his broad back, would quickly follow in their downward trajectory. The lad’s humongous nuts would end up being caught between two rock solid, immovable surfaces — the solid steel of the huge kettle bell, and the equally solid muscular wall of the young man’s own sweaty crotch. In effect, Zach essentially sat on his own balls, forcing the crushed nuts to distort grotesquely as they were trapped between the two unyielding surfaces. The agony in Zach’s distorted and flattened balls was beyond brutal, especially as the barbell weight steadily increased, and Zach would grunt or bark in sharp pain with each mighty impact, only to grunt again as he forced his huge weight back upward, unsquashing his nuts and once again hauling the massive kettle bell behind them. 

• Other times, Zach would train various muscle groups while simultaneously crushing his gargantuan bollocks under heavier and heavier weights. The young bull stud would position himself on a bench and make sure all of the weights he needed were within easy reach. Placing his cum-swollen bollocks atop the bench, Zach would grab the first 50-pound steel plate and place it flat atop his balls. This first weight would barely even deform the lad’s rock solid gonads, and he could endure the heavy pressure with ease. He would pound out a couple of sets of heavy exercises — bicep curls, military presses, lateral shoulder raises, etc. — then place the next 50-pound plate atop his nuts and repeat the process. 

The pain didn’t really start setting in until after the third plate was placed on top of Zach’s nuts; that’s when his handsome brow would crease, and the deep aching pain started becoming evident in his beautiful blue-green eyes. Still, his balls had no trouble enduring the weights until about the fifth plate. With 250 pounds of solid steel bearing down on his beefy bollocks, Zach’s mighty nuts would be squashed more than halfway flat, turning a dark beet red and looking ready to burst open like a pair of gigantic jelly doughnuts. The handsome stud would start growling at this point, a deep rumble emanating from his heroically muscular chest, as he would pound out his next sets of gravity-defying exercises. 

It was the sixth plate, though, that was the true test of the young man’s iron will and his balls’ super human stamina. When Zach dropped the sixth weight on his nuts, the plate landing with a resounding CLANG!! and bringing the total weight bearing down on his balls to 300 titanic pounds, the devastatingly handsome young stud would finally cry out in deep, gut-wrenching pain. His behemoth balls would be crushed dangerously flat at this point, only a fraction of their normal and extraordinarily bulky width, and tottering on the brink of bursting apart. Then, with a truly astounding show of sheer will and determination, Zach would pound out his heaviest sets of all, overcoming the crippling agony in his mighty nuts to push his phenomenally muscular body to even greater feats of strength and endurance. 

It was Zach’s goal to someday place his own body weight — 365 titanic, muscle-girded pounds — on top of his burgeoning gonads, and leaving them there for an hour while he pounded out his heaviest workout ever. He was already well on his way to that goal, and was upping the weight by 5 pounds or so every week now. He knew he would achieve that goal someday soon…

• But by far the most insanely brutal ball training that the young man performed involved pummeling his bull bollocks with massive, solid steel weights. Zach would grab one of the heavier dumbbells, like one of the 100-pound dumbbells that he liked to use to warm up for bicep curls, and use it to pummel and crush his bull nuts. The handsome hunk would gently place his naked bollocks atop a low concrete half wall, raise the heavy weight into the air with one massively muscular arm, and then bring the weight down with crushing force onto his waiting nuts. The effects of such blows were staggeringly brutal, squashing Zach’s unnaturally huge and dense balls down to less than half their normal thickness, as he tried to pound the heavy weight all the way down into the wall. The young man would roar and bellow as he struck his aching bollocks again and again and again, finally switching arms when his first mighty limb grew fatigued. He would transfer back and forth between his arms, left, right, left, right, sometimes for hundreds of blows. And then he would REALLY get down to work. 

With his face a mask of pain and sweat pouring off of his spectacularly gorgeous and muscular body, Zach would raise the gigantic weight up over his head using BOTH arms. He’d pause for a moment, taking careful aim on his now bright red and steadily swelling bull balls, and then bring the weight down with truly annihilating force into his already battered bollocks. The first such blow would tear a bellow of agony from Zach’s huge lungs, crushing his mammoth balls down to a mere fraction of their normal thickness, but he would waste no time before lifting that massive weight up and sending it crashing down again. And again. And again and again and again and again. 

Zach was gradually working his way up the weight stack, using heavier and heavier dumbbells to beat and pound and batter his indescribably tough nuts. When Zach turned 16, he’d had the gym expanded with his first winnings, and had had a set of special-order dumbbells made that went all the way to 400 pounds. He was now single-arm curling up to 250 pounds, but he’d used those heaviest weights only for incline and flat bench pressing. He knew better than to try to punish his nuts with the 400-pound dumbbells, as he feared that even his almighty bollocks couldn’t survive such a beating, but he longed to see how far he could move up that weight stack… 

These solo ball-busting sessions could sometimes last for hours, and more than once, Zach came dangerously close to inflicting permanent damage to his titanic testes. In fact, a couple of times, Zach’s almighty bollocks nearly exploded under the terrific strain and abuse. But so far, the young man’s heroically powerful nuts had survived every beating he’d given them, and had indeed grown only tougher and stronger over the years. 

It was probably for the best that these mighty bollock workouts were not witnessed by others, for the force and brutality with which the young muscle man hammered and squeezed and stretched his balls was terrible to behold. 

These nightly workouts also resulted in the impossibly hot muscle man blowing his biggest loads of the day. Something about the deep, soul-rending agony in his balls put Zach’s already legendary virility into overdrive, and his bruised and battered balls would violently convulse and cause his bloated horse cock to pound out rope after huge and sticky rope of prime stud sperm. 

Since he knew that his hands would not be free to contain such a massive deluge of cum during his exercises, Zach would make sure to clear the area in front of him as much as possible, often laying down a dozen or so oversized bath towels to catch the bulk of his colossal mess. But the sheer, magnificent SIZE of just one of Zach’s loads was often more than these towels could take, and after he blew out 4 or 5 such loads in an evening, well, the floor in front of him was just a huge swampy mess of chunky jizz. Zach always kept a large towel hamper on wheels nearby for all of the soiled towels, and he would frequently fill that clothes cart to overflowing each night with sperm-drenched towels. When he’d scooped up the bulk of his sticky mess with the towels, Zach would then break out the mop and bleach to finish cleaning up the floor — and usually the mirrors in front of him — to remove every last trace of his spunk. The rich and heady odor of his thick sex juice required more than just the industrial-grade bleach, and he’d installed special air filters throughout the gym that always had the huge weight room smelling clean and fresh within an hour or two. 

The overflowing cart would contain so many sperm-soaked towels that Zach would fill three of his oversized, commercial grade washing machines to the brim with his big spunky cum rags. He would make sure to put every last soggy, spunk-drenched towel into these washing machines before finally retiring to his private quarters upstairs, running the machines on their hottest and longest setting to make sure he cleaned them of every last vestige of his unnaturally thick and gloopy loads. 

Once upstairs, Zach would take a shower to wash off all of the sweat from his mighty workouts, and perhaps even pump out another load or two. His mighty bollocks always profoundly ached after their evening workouts, and his post-workout orgasms in the shower were always knee-buckling affairs, a heady mixture of pleasure and pain as his profoundly bruised and battered testicles squeezed and convulsed and pumped out even more of his top quality sperm. The deep ache in Zach’s balls as he came was one of the most intense feelings the young man had ever known, and his late night shower orgasms were usually his favorite ones of the whole day. 

Zach would then get into bed, and would spend a few moments inspecting his great, heavy bollocks before turning off the light. His massive orbs would inevitably be bruised and battered and swollen by the end of the night, glowing an angry red and throbbing with a deep, burning ache. But Zach always knew that, by the next morning, his gigantic balls would have returned to their normal size and color, completely healed and none the worse for wear, sloshing around with yet another immense batch of fresh sperm just waiting to be jettisoned from his rock hard cock. 

And the cycle would begin anew…