Kettlebell Training - Part 1 (of ?)

This next story is currently only a one-off chapter, but it's BEGGING for future chapters. Let me know if you guys want me to continue this story, and what the future chapters should hold...


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Kettlebell Training - Part One

An original story by Jayse

“Holy SHIT!!!” 

“No fucking WAY!!!” 

“I didn’t think that was humanly POSSIBLE!!!” 

*GRUNT!* “Okay dudes!” *GRUNT!* “Pay up!” *GRUNT!* Brad chuckled in his deep, rumbling voice as he continued to hammer out an awesome set of 1,050-pound super squats. 

It was technically after closing time at the large gym, and the building was therefore empty except for big Brad, his circle of five very vocal admirers, and Paul, the evening shift manager who was watching the whole scene play out with growing agitation and frustration from behind the front desk. 

The friendly banter and words of encouragement echoed throughout the otherwise empty gymnasium, but even the men’s loud talking and barking laughter couldn’t drown out the thick and beefy SMACK! sound that occurred every time Brad sank down to the bottom of each squat. His friends had bet him money that he couldn’t touch the floor with his nuts at the bottom of each rep, and man, was big Brad proving them wrong! The young lad’s utterly gigantic nutsac, tightly packaged into a huge double sphere by his compression workout pants, didn’t just lightly brush the ground at the bottom of each rep — it firmly collided with the ground with enough force that Paul, standing a good 50 feet away, had to wince in pain with each staccato strike. What’s more, even from Paul’s vantage point, he could swear that Brad was squashing his massive nuts halfway flat with each squat, SITTING on his own balls with the titanic globes of his spectacularly muscular ass just a couple of inches from the floor! 

Even Paul had to grudgingly admit that the kid was an absolute BEAST! A true muscle freak of utterly insane size and almost unimaginable muscular power. 

Brad Tanner was just barely 20 years old, which made his absolutely extraordinary size even more stunningly spectacular. He’d already managed to pack a Herculean 385 pounds of pure hulking bull muscle onto his enormous 6-foot, 5-inch frame, with more prime quality weight being added all the time. Few doubted that he’d be breaking the 400-pound barrier before the next season. He had the kind of outrageous and unreal muscular size, combined with spectacular symmetry and proportions, that made even the greatest super heavyweight bodybuilders drool with envy. Brad possessed measurements that pushed the outer boundaries of human development — a truly bullish neck that measured 23.5 inches around, defying even the widest of shirt collars to contain it; insanely thick boulder shoulders that were every bit of a full yard wide and so mammoth that they frequently busted through his oversized t-shirts, and also forced the young tank of muscle to turn partially sideways to fit through all but the widest of doorways; titanic upper arms that had to be among the largest in the world, massive rocket launchers with a cold measurement of just over 26 inches; an utterly magnificent chest, its twin plates of heroic muscle measuring over 6 inches thick and so astoundingly wide and dense that they pushed the measuring tape to 78 inches, which was a mind-boggling six and a half FEET around; an utterly corrugated cobblestone belly with a graceful and majestic taper that measured a mere 36 inches around — an extraordinarily enviable waist measurement for any man of Brad’s significant height and enormous frame, but which was even MORE impressive considering how much goliath muscular mass was stacked on TOP of that narrow and chiseled midsection. 

The young man’s lower body was equally as awe inspiring and clothing-defying as his upper body. The glorious and curvaceous sweep of Brad’s stupendous ass muscles could reduce a grown man to tears, with both titanic globes so deeply striated with freakish muscle that they looked like they’d been carved from pale marble. His gargantuan thighs simply exploded with mass, so behemoth and bulky with muscle that they looked like they contained additional muscle groups besides just the quadriceps and hamstrings. Brad’s monstrous upper legs redefined the term ‘thunder thighs’, and with a circumference of 46 inches each, they were bigger around than most men’s CHESTS! The young man’s calves were just as mind-blowing, looking like a pair of turtle shells had been strapped to the back of his legs. Those massive calves each measured a full 29 inches around, which was bigger than some men’s WAISTS! Even Brad’s hands and feet were enormous, with humongous paws that easily curled more than halfway around a football, and incredibly beefy and meaty size 22 hooves that were the bane of shoe manufacturers everywhere. 

Yet even his colossal physical measurements could only tell part of the story. Brad was also blessed with the kind of extraordinary masculine beauty that turned everyone’s heads, men and women alike, combining the stunning good looks of the quintessential college jock with the square-jawed, raw-boned handsomeness of a comic book super hero. His jawline was so pronounced and powerful, in fact, that it would likely have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but looked utterly perfect on Brad. That extraordinary jawline and powerful chin looked equally handsome either clean shaven or sporting the kind of scruffy stubble the young stud was sporting this particular evening. And even though it looked like Brad had a good 5 or 6 days of dark growth on his face at the moment, it was more likely only a day or two of growth at the most, for the handsome young stud was clearly the kind of guy who needed to shave at least twice a day. An incredibly thick head of the same dark chestnut colored hair sat atop his head in gorgeous tousled waves, the kind of hair that could be blown every which way in a wind storm and STILL look perfect. Brad also had stunning hazel eyes that crinkled when he smiled and sparkled when he laughed, which was often, just like the handsome lad was doing now even as he pounded out even more squats with more than half a TON of weight resting across his broad, broad shoulders and insanely thick traps. 

Brad Tanner was a star linebacker on the local university’s varsity college football team (naturally), having led his squad to the regional championships last year during his rookie freshman season. The new football season was now only a couple of months away, and the big muscle boy was clearly working hard to get even bigger and stronger! He’d joined the local gym just a few months before, having outgrown the weight room facilities on campus, which simply didn’t have heavy enough weights to suit the lad’s growing needs. This was the gym where the REAL muscle heads worked out, just like the five guys that now surrounded the grunting and sweating young hulk as he smashed his balls hard against the floor and then propelled the enormous weight bar upward with terrific power and strength. 

The five guys surrounding Brad were among the very biggest in the entire gym, with the smallest among them weighing in at over 250 pounds of solid muscle. Yet even the biggest of these titanic muscle men couldn’t hold a candle to Brad’s almost unearthly size. Brad had been aptly nicknamed ‘The Bull’ on the gridiron for his phenomenal size, dwarfing even the other huge footballers, and that nickname carried over to his new gym as well. 

“Hey Bull,” one of the other big guys said, “your thighs are absolutely colossal!! Ever get your huge nuts caught between them? Those massive tree trunks look like they’d crush anything between them to smithereens!!” 

The other guys laughed while Brad playfully winced and said, “Yeah, dude, that actually HAS happened a couple of times!” *GRUNT!* “I’ve got to be careful…” *GRUNT!* “…to keep my big boys…” *GRUNT!* “…from gettin’ caught back there!” *GRUNT!* Big Brad then paused at the top of the next squat so that he could more easily tell the rest of his story. 

“There was this one time I was running down the field toward the end zone, and one of my fat nuts got caught between my legs. With every pounding step down the field, my poor goober was squeezed and crushed by my pistoning thighs, and I thought for sure my sad, sorry nut was going to EXPLODE right there in my sac! But I didn’t let the pain slow me down, and if anything, I ran even harder and faster than ever! After I made the touchdown and walked on over to the sidelines, I had to quietly check out my goods to make sure I still had two whole nuts!!” 

The gang of muscle men burst into friendly laughter again, a couple of the guys slapping their big hands against the young man’s gargantuan ass cheek or enormous shoulder, even as the lad returned to powering out even MORE squats. 

Finally, after what had to be well more than 40 reps with over half a ton of weight on his back, Brad racked the sagging barbell and took a breather. The rest of the guys, though, couldn’t help continuing to ask the big kid questions. From Paul’s perspective, it was like the other bodybuilders were all but fawning over the enormous kid, sounding like ‘fan girls’ who were desperate to be his friend. The evening manager knew (or at least strongly suspected) that none of these men were gay, but their great admiration for the handsome kid and his phenomenal physique were clear. 

Paul, on the other hand, was very much a gay man, and Brad’s decision to join his gym had been pure lustful torture for him right from the very start. The kid was in there every day, sometimes multiple times a day, and for hours at a time. Paul himself was certainly no slouch, having packed 235 pounds of lean and ripped muscle onto his 6-foot, 1-inch frame. But the 28-year-old wasn’t yet even in the same league as the other bodybuilders, let alone a muscle giant like Brad, and he could only quietly fume about not even being noticed by the other guys. 

Not like Paul had ever figured he’d ever have a chance with a guy like Brad. A young stud that handsome and that built just couldn’t POSSIBLY be gay, Paul figured. The kid could have any woman he wanted, and he certainly didn’t lack for opportunity, judging from the way the female clientele at the gym were all but throwing themselves at the friendly and smiling young hunk. Paul was both brutally jealous of the young man and hopelessly in lust with him. And now, watching the handsome hulk slap his mammoth genitals against the floor a good 40 or so times, it was all Paul could do to not shoot off his load right then and there in his shorts. As it was, his raging boner was painfully constricted in his gym shorts, and he was thankful that he was behind the counter so no one could see it…not that any of these guys would even notice. 

“Hey, is it true that you don’t wear a cup on the field?” one of the men asked. 

Brad grinned sheepishly, that kind of charming and adorable ‘aw shucks!’ smile that lit up an already extraordinarily handsome face, and said, “Well, they don’t MAKE crotch protection large enough to cover my package.” The kid actually blushed a little bit as he continued, his deep baritone voice almost resonating in Paul’s bones as he surreptitiously hung on the lad’s every word. “I tried wearing the largest sized cup around once when I was in high school. But my junk just kept squeezing around the edges. I took one tackle where a guy’s knee rammed right into my crotch, and one of my nuts was caught halfway out of the cup. I thought the dang thing was going to split my huge ball in half!! Of course, I’ve gotten even BIGGER since then, so there’s no way even the biggest cup could BEGIN to cover my goods now! All I wear beneath my uniform is an oversized jockstrap to keep my stuff from jiggling around too much. And even that I have to get made overseas, from a company that does special orders. It’s reinforced with lycra and other stretchy materials, and even then I go through an average of one or two a game! Ha, at halftime, I’m usually rushing back to the locker room to replace my jockstrap, as the previous one has usually ruptured by then!”

More laughter erupted from the gang, the men incredulously shaking their heads as they tried to imagine what it must be like to be hung so outrageously HUGE. One of them got a concerned look on his face and said, “But wait a minute! If you’re not wearing any protection, then you must be taking low blows to the nuts, like, all the TIME!! Aren’t you afraid you’re going rupture your testicles or have your junk pounded into hamburger?!” 

The other men also had looks of concern on their faces as Brad replied. “Well, yeah, that’s definitely a potential hazard, I guess. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve taken a hit to the nuts since I started playing football in junior high school, though. Countless knees and elbows, and more than a few cleated feet!” All of the other guys gasped and moaned in unison, their faces screwing up in sympathy pain at the thought of a full-sized football player landing a cleated foot in their nuts. “And until you’ve had a 300-pound front lineman run at you full speed and crash into your nuts shoulder pad first, you haven’t really felt nut pain!!” More groans and gasps from the other men. “But I dunno, I guess I’ve got a tough set of nuts. I mean, they’ve always been huge, and they’ve always been super dense as well. And I think the years of playing football have just toughened them up even more, ya know? I must take 5 or 6 nut shots a game, and I just walk it off and keep going. I guess most guys would be taken out for the rest of the game if they got hit in the nuts like that, wouldn’t they?” 

“You KIDDIN’ me, Bull!? If any of us guys got clobbered in the nuts like that, we’d be out for the rest of the SEASON!!” 

The men erupted in more laughter, and several of the guys gave Brad some good-natured slaps on his massively muscular back and ass. 

“So,” one guy ventured slyly, “just how big ARE your nuts?” 

Brad blushed once again, looked shyly away, and said, “I dunno. Just…BIG, I guess.” 

“C’mon, big guy! Why don’t you show us?”

“Yeah, Bull! There’s no one left in the gym ‘cept us!” 

“Yeah, buddy! Haul those big bollocks out so we can get a gander at them!” 

Brad was clearly embarrassed and reluctant to expose himself in front of his bodybuilder friends. In fact, Paul got the distinct impression that the big lug was actually more than a bit insecure about the gargantuan size of his genitals. The gym manager supposed he could understand, what with the constant attention that being super hung would bring… but he figured it was a more than worthy trade off for being hung bigger than a goddamn porn star! Paul tried to look as inconspicuous as possible as his eyes remained secretly glued to the scene playing out before him like some sort of raunchy fetish flick. 

After more cajoling and gentle ribbing from the other bodybuilders, Brad finally shook his head in amused resignation and said, “Okay, guys! OKAY!! But just remember, you asked for it!” He then opened the front of his tight compression pants with his left hand, and thrust his huge right hand in deep into the pouch at the front of the straining garment. The young man’s hand clenched around the shaft of the tubular object that had been making a long snaking bulge over the protruding globes of his giant bollocks, and he tugged that huge fleshy weapon out into the open, letting it flop heavily against his right hip. 

Paul’s sharp intake of breath at seeing Brad’s mammoth schlong was more than drowned out by the shouts and exclamations of the young man’s friends, who gaped in wonder at the sight of the lad’s massive flaccid cock. The mighty, meaty member had to be at least 9 inches long in its completely soft and relaxed state, and possessed a thicker-than-a-beer-can girth that was even more impressive. 

With his humongous cock out of the way, Brad plunged his hand into his pants once again and fished around for a moment, obviously trying to get a good grip around the neck of his enormous nutsac, and then he pulled his huge nuts out into the open air. Actually, as Paul reflected later, ‘hauled out’ would have been a more apt expression, as the sheer size and obvious weight of the lad’s titanic testicles clearly required some serious arm strength to free them from their cramped enclosure. 

Paul’s eyes felt like they would bug right out of his head when he finally saw Brad’s boulder balls out in the open. The two monstrous orbs were grotesque parodies of normal, healthy male nuts… and they were the most beautiful sight the gym manager had ever seen! His entire body gave an involuntary convulsion, and a single blast of spunk erupted from his untouched dick into his gym shorts. Somehow, perhaps through sheer force of will alone, he didn’t lose the rest of his boiling load, but his big cock kept right on throbbing and pulsating at the sight of the handsome young muscle giant’s spectacular genitals. 

The men surrounding the big lad were obviously equally as impressed, even if they weren’t throwing boners or cumming spontaneously as the sight. 

“Holy FUCK, man!!!” 

“That’s fuckin’ INSANE, dude!!!” 

“Geezus, Bull, they sure got your name right!! Are you part Brahma bull or sumthin’?!?” 

Brad just kept grinning like the kid who’s got all the cookies, and he even let the other guys feel up on his massive testicles. Several sets of big, calloused hands roamed all over Brad’s hairy scrotum, caressing the mammoth man eggs encased in that furry pouch and hefting them one at a time in their hands, as if to judge their tremendous weight. 

“DUDE!!” one big guy exclaimed as he bounced Brad’s left bollock in his open palm. “This kid’s massive ‘nard weighs even more than it looks!! Fucking kee-RIST!!! You sure you didn’t fill your sac with lead shot, Bull?” 

Big Brad just grunted and smirked in response, watching the five sets of big hands roaming all over his humongous testicles. And Paul wasn’t certain, but he could have sworn that he saw the lad’s huge, limp cock give a twitch and bloat up just a bit thicker! It looked like the kid perhaps enjoyed having his big nuts manhandled… 

“I know what you’re sayin’, man!” replied another one of the bodybuilders. “This huge whale nut feels like it weighs as much as one of those kettlebells over there by the wall.” 

“Hey Bull! You ever weigh these massive nuts of yours?” 

“Nah, man,” Brad replied. “I’ve never tried to measure them or weigh them. Or my dick either. It was enough just to know that they’re big. Besides, they’re still growin’, so I don’t think they’ve even reached full size yet!” 

Low whistles and exclamations of admiration came from the surrounding bodybuilders, astounded at the thought that the young stud’s gargantuan goods might yet get bigger still! 

“Well, tell ya what, dude!” the first guy said. “Today’s your lucky day! Dave, go get the tape measure and scale from the trainers’ office. And Trev, go grab a bunch of those kettlebells. We’re going to have a size and weight comparison contest!”