Coach Payne - Part 3

 

After Payne's was defeated and publicly humiliated in the wrestling ring in Japan, the bodybuilder quietly flew back to the States. He had again sought solace in building mass after what happened in Japan. Payne spent his days almost exclusively lifting and eating, and his 6'7" frame ballooned to a hefty 450 lbs. He landed a job as a personal trainer at a gym in a small town in the mid-West, where no one had heard of his two prior adventures.

Coach Payne had many clients, most of them young guys trying to pack on muscle and aspiring to be as big as the huge bodybuilder. His former cockiness soon returned, and he strutted around the gym,  yelling at his clients while training them, and talking incessantly about how strong he was and his sexual exploits. The 32-year-old Payne was an exhibitionist. He always wore tight shirts to show off his massive 95 inch barrel-like chest, 30-inch biceps, and brawny shoulders. He exclusively wore grey sweats without any underwear, proudly showing off his fat oversized testicles, ample cock, and thick bulging glutes.

Jake was a champion high school wrestler, who worked out in the same gym. He was 18, 5'5" and weighed about 130 lbs. He couldn't help but notice how Payne was an asshole to all his clients, constantly mocking how puny and weak they were. He also couldn't keep his eyes off the arrogant, older bodybuilder's bulging genitals. Jake was almost mesmerized by how the oversized organs flopped between Payne's humongous thighs as he walked around the gym. Jake was the all-American boy in almost every aspect. He was popular, friendly, smart, athletic, and handsome. 

He only had one dark vice - he enjoyed hurting other guys' balls. He secretly loved busting bigger guys' nuts and seeing them writhe in pain. As a wrestler, he mastered the art of crushing or hitting his opponent's balls without the ref even noticing. If his opponent complained, he would say it was an accident, and would apologize. Most of his opponents limped away in pain from matches with Jake. Jake fantasized about busting Coach Payne's big boy balls almost constantly.

One afternoon, he watched Coach Payne make his client hit a sandbag. Payne kept yelling at the 15 year old boy, telling how he punched like a pussy. He finally told the kid to step aside and told him he would show him how a real man punched. Payne swung a few powerful blows that made the punching bag swing about. Payne turned to his client, stood with his legs spread, cockily telling him about how he could kill a man with one punch. As he bragged, he didn't notice the sandbag swinging in his direction. It smacked into Payne's vulnerable bulge.

A strangled gasp cut Coach Payne's boasts short, and the burly male slumped to his knees, clutching his aching genitals. The big tough bodybuilder let out a low groan of agony as he then dropped on his side and curled into the fetal position. His client looked somewhat stunned and tried to help Payne up but could barely lift the heavy behemoth. Payne just lay there, hugging himself, and making soft keening noises as his fragile manhood throbbed with pain. It took at least 10 minutes before the beefy male could get up, and even then, he limped to a bench and sat there cradling his injured testicles in his hands for another 15 minutes.

Jake's eyes grew large with a heady mixture of surprise, desire and lust. He realized how weak Payne's overgrown gonads were. The apparently tough, colossal, cocky bodybuilder had such sensitive weak balls that a light tap reduced him to a whimpering mess. Jake's cock sprung to full attention, straining at his briefs. The teen wrestler took deep breaths to calm himself and his excited cock, not wanting to walk about the gym with a boner tenting his shorts.

He waited until Coach Payne returned to the front desk and went up to him.

"Hey, man," Jake said.

"What's up?" Payne replied, gingerly sitting down to avoid bumping his aching balls.

"I was wondering if I could sign up for some training sessions with you," he asked.

"Sure. What times work for you?"

"I've got school and assignments to do, so... do you have anything about 9pm?" Jake inquired with a smile.

"I can. But the late evening sessions cost double. No one is here past 8 pm. I'll have to open the gym for you," Payne answered.

"Sure. Not a problem," Jake smiled.

"We start tomorrow evening. Make sure your scrawny ass is here on time," Payne said gruffly.

Jake showed up right on time, and Coach Payne was all alone. He was wearing a tight red tank top and his usual grey sweats sans underwear.

"So, do you play any sports?" Payne inquired.

"I wrestle," Jake answered.

"Really?" Payne looked surprised.

"Yeah. I've won a few medals."

"I used to wrestle in the ring. I'd beat guys three times your size. Easily. I don't see how a scrawny kid like you could beat anyone," Payne smirked.

"Don't let my size fool you, dude. I could beat you, you know," Jake grinned.

"Yeah, sure!" Payne threw his head back and laughed.

"Wanna try wrestling me?"

"I'll probably break a few of your bones, and you'll go crying to mommy and I'll get sued or some shit," Payne shot back.

"Come on. Let's wrestle and see who wins. I bet I would beat you," Jake said, baiting the big bulky male.

"You really want me to beat that skinny ass of yours, huh?"

"If you can, Coach. Only if you can," the cheeky teen taunted.

"What's the prize?"

"Three rounds. No holds barred. First to tap out or give in loses. Loser must do whatever the winner tells him to. For a week!"

"Deal! We only have a boxing ring so that'll have to do," Payne answered, and strode towards the ring.

Jake followed behind, carrying his gym bag with him. He was wearing tee and running shorts. "You can't wrestle in those!" he exclaimed pointing at Payne's sweatpants.

"I don't have anything else to change into," he gruffly answered.

"I have a wrestling singlet. It's a bit small for you, but I think it'll stretch," Jake pulled out a metallic red singlet. He wanted to see Payne's bulging body and genitals in it.

"Oh, well what the hell..." Coach Payne mumbled as he grabbed the singlet. Without blinking, he pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants. Jake swallowed hard, his loins stirring as he stared at Payne's mammoth physique, fat dangling balls and big soft cock. Payne managed to put on the singlet, which was several sizes too small, and looked like it was about to rip. The skimpy gear made his oversized body and genitals look even bigger.

Jake took off his shirt and faced the hulking bodybuilder in his black shorts. They both circled each other in the ring. Payne smirked and lunged at Jake but missed. He kept lunging at the much smaller teen, planning to bodyslam him on the mat but Jake evaded his attacks. Payne managed to corral Jake into a corner, and when he thought the agile wrestler was trapped, let out a victorious cry and threw his mammoth weight at him. Jake ducked between Payne's thick legs as the larger male slammed into the turnstile.

Jake could have easily kicked Payne's big bobbing balls from the back, and ended the round but restrained himself. He wanted to toy with the huge older man. He leapt onto Payne's wide muscled back, and put him in a half nelson with one arm, and locked the other around his thick neck. The bodybuilder stood there and laughed at what he thought was a feeble attack. He flexed his trapped arm but to his surprise, could not break the teen's hold. Jake squeezed the arm around Payne's throat as he pressed the bodybuilder's neck from behind, slowly cutting off the oxygen supply to Payne's brain. The hefty wrestler's body grew weaker, his massive muscles rendered useless as unconsciousness set in. He slowly sank to the mat, and eventually slumped face down, completely limp. Jake released him and within a few minutes the burly male came to, dazed and groggy.

"What the fuck..." he mumbled as he struggled to his feet, his legs still rubbery.

"I think I win that round. You were out like a light," Jake smiled.

"Fuck that. I didn't give in or tap out!" Payne spat.

"Ok, ok, ok. I'll give you that. We'll start from Round 1," Jake said.

They circled each other again. Payne looked less cocky now but had a sneer on his face. He repeated his attack on Jake, lunging at him and trying to bodyslam the petite teen. The enormous male reached his brawny arm grabbed Jake's shoulder but like lightning, Jake seized his arm, twisted it, and bent his wrist backwards painfully.

Payne grunted in pain, his muscled arm burning as Jake held him in the arm-wringer. Without allowing his overgrown opponent any relief, Jake swung his foot between Payne's gigantic thighs, slamming his bare foot into Payne's large, sensitive balls.

Payne howled loudly as he used his free hand to protect his injured testicles. Jake spun Payne's arm over his head, causing the beefy male to drop to the mat. He swiftly dropped one knee on Payne's biceps, sending pain searing through his arm. Payne screeched as he focused on the new source of pain, forgetting about his aching gonads temporarily. Jake grabbed both of Payne's thick legs, spread them apart, and smiled as he admired the magnificent bulge formed by his overgrown testicles and flaccid dick. Payne realized belatedly what was about to happen.

"Oh, God... no... please.... urkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Payne's pleas turned into squeals of anguish as Jake stomped on the big beautiful bulge he was admiring earlier. He lifted his foot and repeatedly stomped down on Payne's battered balls, enjoying how the squishy orbs deformed under his foot. Eventually the bodybuilder screamed his surrender and Jake reluctantly released his legs. The mammoth appendages crashed into the mat as Payne clutched his damaged, aching testicles and whimpered miserably.

After about 15 minutes of incoherent whining, the bodybuilder managed to get on all fours.

"That was fucking dirty. You hit me in the balls," he growled.

"No holds barred, dude. You agreed to that," Jake reminded him.

Payne was silent. He didn't pay much attention to the "no holds barred" agreement earlier but couldn't back out now.

He staggered to his feet, burning with anger and wanting to beat Jake to a pulp. Both wrestlers circled each other again. Payne went on the offensive, swinging fists wildly at the much smaller teen.

"Whoa, you boxing now, Coach?" a surprised Jake ducked and weaved to avoid the haymakers.

"No holds barred, bitch!" Payne yelled.

Unperturbed, Jake waited until Payne launched a poorly-aimed punch that left him wide open. The champion wrestler grabbed his arm, yanked the bodybuilder towards him, ducked under his arm, and grabbed him around the waist from behind. It all happened so quickly that the oafish bodybuilder couldn't react. Taking full advantage of Payne's shock, Jake sent his knee flying between Payne's beefy butt-cheeks. It smashed into the stunned male's fat, cum-laden balls with a satisfying smack. Jake delivered three more knees to Payne's traumatized testicles, released his thick waist, and suddenly grabbed his right leg. With unbelievable strength, the small teen hoisted Payne's jumbo-sized leg off the ground. Coach Payne yelped in shock as he was sent crashing to the mat, and lay on his back momentarily stunned.

Jake dropped his knee on Payne's lower gut, knocking the wind out of him. Payne wheezed as he rolled on his side instinctively. Jake smiled and rolled the bigger male on to his stomach, and easily put him in a half Boston crab, locking Payne's right leg under his right arm. Payne groaned in pain, his leg and lower back blazing. Jake was not done just yet. The sadistic teen could easily see the outline of both of Payne's ample testicles. With his free hand, he began slapping the vulnerable organs.

"Left! Right! Left! Right!" he called out as he smacked each gonad in turn. Payne screamed in anguish but Jake continued to slap his aching balls. The pain was so intense that the bodybuilder forgot that he could give in, and just continued screaming hysterically.

After a few minutes, Jake noticed that Payne's balls were obviously swollen. He grabbed the larger left testicle and began squeezing it. The personal trainer's screams turned into hoarse high-pitched mewling noises as Jake mashed and crushed his left testicle mercilessly.

Finally, Coach Payne managed to squeak, "I give! Please, man, I give!"

Again, Jake reluctantly released him, and the huge bodybuilder weakly curled into the fetal position to nurse his bruised and battered balls. After 30 minutes, Coach Payne managed to crawl to the turnstile, and sat there with cradling his tenderized testicles in his hands, as he emitted soft animal-like noises. Jake stood across the ring, burning with lust as he stared at the bodybuilder's reaction to the sickening pain emanating from his abused manhood.

"Ready for Round 3, big man?" Jake asked.

Payne whimpered in response. He had lost any will to fight.

"You want to throw in the towel, and admit I win?" Jake grinned.

Payne paused for a few seconds then nodded. His genitals hurt so badly that he couldn't think of fighting on and getting his manhood mangled even more.

"Well, you know that this means that you have to do whatever I want you to do for a whole week, right?" Jake continued.

"Fine..." Payne muttered.

"Great. Now let's start by getting naked," the triumphant teen commanded.

Payne gingerly got to his feet and peeled off the skimpy wrestling singlet. His once-proud balls were now swollen to almost twice their size and were an angry shade of red.

"Get over to the squat rack!" Jake ordered him. The naked bodybuilder lumbered over obediently, but slowly to avoid jostling his aching balls.

"I've seen you squat 500 lbs. I want to see you squat 550 tonight, big boy. 8 reps, 4 sets," Jake said.

"But... but... I can't.... I'm in no shape.... ooofff!" Jake cut off Payne's excuses with a swift punch to his dangling balls. Payne dropped to the ground, hugging himself and retching from the nauseating pain.

"I didn't ask for excuses. If you can't or won't do what I tell you, I'll just go on beating your big useless balls. I may even pop one just for fun," he threatened.

Payne trembled as he obediently loaded up the bar, and began squatting 550 lbs. His face was red as sweat poured from his forehead. Every time he paused or seemed to hesitate, Jake would lightly tap the base of his bobbing balls with his foot as a reminder. Fear eventually helped Payne complete the task.

"Good boy! Now let's go to bench some weights!"

Payne's bloated low-hanging balls rested on the bench, as he lay on his back. Jake slapped the safety bars on, and loaded up the barbell.

"You're gonna press 100 reps of 400 lbs, big boy," he ordered. Payne trembled in fear, unsure that he could complete it.

He managed 12 reps but began to weaken. He racked the barbell to rest, but Jake placed a 5 lb weight plate on his balls.

"Every time you stop, I will add weights on those worthless lumps of meat," he warned him.

Payne whimpered in terror as he tried to bench some more. He managed another 5 reps and had to rest. Now he had 10 lbs compressing his fragile, sperm-filled testicles against the bench. A gnawing ache was beginning to radiate from his groin into his abdomen.

Coach Payne squeezed out 5 more reps but had to rest again. His balls ached more with 15 lbs of pressure on the delicate organs. Sweat was pouring from his entire torso as he valiantly tried to bench more reps but only could deliver another 5. Jake grinned as 20 lbs of cold steel squished Payne's fat sac.

Payne's ordeal went on until he completed 50 reps and by now, there was 60 lbs of unforgiving metal compressing his ample balls. Under the heavy plates, they were deformed into oblong shapes, purplish red with engorged veins sticking out like worms across their surface.

"I can't anymore... please... my balls hurt too much. My pecs can't handle anymore," he begged with tears in his eyes.

Jake stared at him without an ounce of pity. "Since you failed, you will have to be punished," he said as he slowly removed the weight plates from Payne's testicles. The abused organs were now more than twice their size and purple.

"Get on your knees," Jake ordered the terrified Payne.

He obeyed and before he could say a word, Jake's foot sailed into the V formed by his thighs and smashed into his very sore, swollen and squishy sac, Payne's eyes bulged out and his jaw fell open in agony but the teen sadist rapidly delivered another savage kick to his brutalized genitals.

Payne released a strangled gasp as he crumpled to the ground on his side, sobbing in anguish. Jake pulled off his shorts, revealing his 12 inch throbbing hard-on. He knelt beside Payne's tear-stained face, and pulled out his phone.

"Suck it," he ordered, shoving the tip towards Payne's lips. Payne hesitated, his head swimming in a mixture of pain and humiliation. Jake seized his left testicle, and began crushing it. Payne's lips parted in the "O" of agony and Jake shoved his cock into Payne's mouth. He gagged as the huge member choked him but dutifully sucked on it. After a few minutes, Jake moaned as he emptied his load down Payne's throat. The once-arrogant bodybuilder gagged as globs of Jake's warm spunk shot down his throat. Jake recorded it all on his phone.

He pulled his cock out, put his shorts back on, and smiled at the bodybuilder.

"Great session, Coach! I'll be back tomorrow night for more. Remember, one week!" he said, as he gestured towards his phone, making it clear that if Coach Payne reneged on his promise, he would release the video of him servicing his cock. Jake walked out of the gym, leaving the naked Payne to wallow in his pain and misery.