By Corbin Crow
Author’s Note: I wrote this story in a rapid burst of inspiration, didn’t do much post-editing or review, but I’m still pleased with the end result. A little different narrative style from my usual work, hope you can follow!
--A young trainee is forever indebted to his expert physical trainer for granting him the perfect physique he now sports. After almost 3 years, their training has almost come to an end. This is a fantasy situation that I came up with when stretching after a workout.--
I stood before Karen clad only in my skin tight compression shorts. It made the most sense to avoid binding or pinching or chaffing with loose shorts. The sweat made shirts heavy, sticky, and uncomfortable. Besides, in this state, she could check to make sure every muscle was working, activating in each area as intended for the exercises. Despite the fact that she was a hot 31 year old physical trainer, I’d never gotten an erection around her--our relationship was strictly professional. My friends often asked if I’d tapped that, I mean, she was beautiful, in a trainer sort of way, every muscle on her body sculpted. The sports bra usually concealed her assets quite well, but she definitely had a pair, not too big, not too small.
I was already panting, 10 minutes of vigorous warm-up in--the warm-ups now would’ve killed me a few years ago!
“Well Bobby, you’ve really shown tremendous improvement. Remember 3 years ago when you were scrawny little pale fellow, barely able to do a single pushup, winded after 2 minutes of light jogging. You follow direction very well, I must admit, most of my clients rarely adopt the full gluten/dairy/corn free diet to a T and track their food so well. Most whine and complain when the going gets tough, but not you, you always power through.”
“And don’t even get me started on the stretching!” She continued, “The others say they will stretch but they always ‘forget’ or ‘run out of time.’ They are missing so much.”
“The stretching is my favorite part!” I reply, gleeful to be so lauded.
“I know Bobby, and that’s why you’ve come so far so fast. Every stretch, every second, every time.” She grabs my arm. “This bicep is strong and lean, but without the tendons loose around it, the tension would make it practically pointless. Your fitness is partially in the sculpted muscles we’ve built together, but it’s mostly in flexibility and lack of tension.
“I think you’ve come far enough to attempt this final maneuver, very rare and very difficult. We will spend today’s entire session on it, if necessary.”
“Ugh, the foam roller!” I said.
“I know I know, it can be brutal. But it is your friend.
“Now, let me show you where this last element of tension resides in your body, the last restrictive tightness.” She looked me in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course Karen, we’ve been training 3 times a week for nearly 3 years, you’ve sculpted me, I follow all of your directions. You don’t even have to ask.”
“Do. You. Trust. Me?” She said, sternly.
“Yes.” I replied, in earnest agreement.
“Ok, then hold still.” She answered.
Shee reached out with both hands and clutched my testicles through the nylon elastic. I didn’t flinch.
“Here, feel this tension,” she said, rolling my balls, also grabbing my right hand and placing it on my right ball.
I winced slightly with a harder push. “..But my balls”
“I asked if you trusted me.” She cut me off.
“I do.” I said, stifling my reservations.
“OK, now to accomplish this stretch, we will need the mat, the foam roller, and another special piece of equipment,” she spoke, lifting up a tight elastic band, probably 3 inches wide and a few feet around, much like a tension bandage for a strained leg muscle.
“Now, if you are comfortable, I need you to drop your shorts.” She said pausing to judge my reaction.
I immediately doffed the bottoms, I mean she’d seen me wearing them for years, and drenched in sweat doing back bridges in white compression shorts, I might as well be naked. I was totally comfortable around her and trusting in her sage experience.
As I stepped out of the shorts, my organs swayed gently back and forth. The heat of the warm ups left my balls slack in their sack.
“I see you really took my hair removal suggestion all the way.” She said, in disbelief.
“Hell, I figured if I was going to shave my armpits and legs, why not just get rid of it all.”
“Excellent. Ok now please lift your genitals upwards, so your penis is flat against your stomach and your testicles are elevated totally up.”
I complied. She placed the strap about 1 inch below my balls but still well up my sac and around the iliac crest of my hips.
“Now hold still, this will be a little tight.” She cinched and pull the strap until it compressed my waist in ever so slightly, and velcro straps connected the other side to the point they would not slip or come loose. My bubble butt was pressed inward, the top and bottom still exposed, but most of the center covered by the strap.
“You can let go of your genitals.” As I released them, my cock stayed generally pointing upward, the root held in place by the elastic, my balls fell forward a bit, dangling ever so slightly over the top of the strap in the scrotal skin remaining.
“Ok, you can kneel down on the mat.” she dictated. “Now here’s the basic jist of the exercise. You are going to do essentially a plank over the foam roller, your back perfectly straight, legs extended and straining, your head directly out from you body. Remember to keep your abs and glutes totally flexed and to pull your shoulder blades together.
“The goal here is get your body perfectly straight and only support yourself on your toes and fingertips for stability, I need most of your weight focused on your core.”
“Now I will place this roller right below your hips, and hop into the plank.”
I flipped into the plank, still hovering over the roller.
“What a beautiful plank! Straight a board. Doesn’t seem like that long ago you couldn’t do 10 seconds and now you could hold this all day!” She lauded.
I beamed with pride as my genitals barely drooped over the constricting strap.
“Now lower yourself onto the foam roller but keeping the same solid bridge. Great. Now put the weight right into the lower hips and barely touch with the fingertips and toes. Brilliant Bobby, excellent.
“Good now to start the actually tension removal, roll yourself backwards towards your toes, until you feel the tension in your testicular cords, shouldn’t be a sharp pain, more of a dull pressure.”
“Oh yeah there it is.”
“Perfect, now just roll ever so slightly back and forth, keeping those abs rock solid, make sure all your weight is focused right where we are working.”
“Ha thats rough,” I gasped.
“I know I know, just bear with it. 30 seconds total, only 5 more to go.
“Ok now shift another half inch or so and repeat.” I could feel the contents of my scrotal neck shift, almost like a knuckle cracking, good really, but a little painful.
“Now there’s another thirty second, shift up another half inch...only 1 more half inch to go.”
This time I shifted and the pain was sharper and I gasped and struggled to maintain the position for the first time.
“Focus Bobby Focus.” She encouraged. I redoubled my efforts and gritted through the pain, tensing my glutes full on. “Greeat work, I love it. Now slide up that last half inch until the roller is just below your balls, this one will be a solid minute, roll back and forth ever so slightly and then there will be a quick break to rest.”
“Ahh the pain... it’s really quite intense up here.” I blurted.
“See, this is how much tension you are holding in there, I’m glad we are finally working some of this out.” She continued... she was right, some of the most painful experiences of my life were in sessions with her, working out tight muscles and tendons.
“Just 10 more seconds and you can rest, finish strong, really tight abs … that’s it.” She proctored. “ The shaking is a good sign, really working, I love it.
“Ok time, you can rest now, back into child’s pose, stretch out that back.”
I sat back into child’s pose, my body folding in half, resting back and lengthening my spine. I was really sweating now, and breathing more heavily.
“Really excellent work so far Bobby, I’m very impressed. I think you’ll do very well during this next section of the test, so let me know when you are ready to continue!”
A few deep breaths later and I was ready to go: “Let’s do it, what’s next.”
“I love that about training you Bobby, no wasted time, always ready for the next step.” She answered.
“Ok, so this time, you will start in the same place you left off, but do a 3 second roll forward until the roller is on the other side of your balls. This is a timed set, but I want you to get 20 reps in, you’ve got about 4 minutes to do so, I want to make sure you’re under 4:30 though, we shall see.”
“Let me show you.”
She hopped down on the mat, splayed out into a perfect plank, and centered all her weight on the roller. “See I’m not even touching my toes down and my fingers only offer stability. Shoot for this.” I could see straight down her sports bra, her luscious melons were winning the battle with a little help from gravity as she floated forward.
“Do you see?” I snapped back to reality.
“Got it!” I hastily replied. Easy for her, nothing in the way!
“Right, then hop over... tense up your plank, rigid as a board, and, without putting extra weight on toes and fingers, glide over the balls, keeping your abs extra tight.” She directed.
With a little effort, and fighting all my natural instincts, I rolled ever so slightly forward, I could feel my balls compressing under my weight, but hung tough. With a little burst of energy, I reached the apex, and the sharp pain caused me to roll forward.”
“One!” I shouted, in pain.
“One half,” she replied, knowingly. “You have to go back as well to get a full rep.”
40 of these? You gotta be kidding me, I thought. But I said nothing, only gritted, continued my breathing and rolled back.
The back was even worse than the first, I was left panting as my balls slipped back in front of the orange bar.
“Good rep, but we need to pick up the pace a little, already you are behind.”
Second rep rolling forward was a little easier, I guess I’m getting the hang of it, but backwards was just as bad as the first time. I gasped and took a second to breath.
“Keep up the pace, that rep was better but don’t wait too long in between!” Karen commanded.
I shot back up, rolled forward with some discomfort but definitely better. Rolling back, I tweaked myself up on my feet a little, softening the blow a bit. I was up and ready to go for round 4.
“Hey, don’t put weight on your feet, we will do that rep again to get it right.” Damn, she noticed. Oh well, better do it right this time.
I was getting into a rhythm now, a few seconds on each end and maybe 3 seconds to roll. The pain was turning from a sharp bite each time to a dull ache spreading to my abs. I hung tough though, no pain and no gain.
“Excellent work Bobby, I think you’ll finish in plenty of time, good work keeping your weight centered right on the roller, thats the way.”
On round 18, my eyes were watering, my legs trembling, my stomach ached like never before and my head was swimming with pain. “Just two more to go!” she yelled as my balls slipped back in front of the foam bar. No way I was going to give up with just two more reps to go, that’d be wasting all 18 before, so I hunkered down and pushed through. Probably not the best reps ever but I finished them and collapsed on the mat, the foam roller still supporting my abs, flattening my cockhead against the orange bar.
“Bravo Bobby, I didn’t think you’d get all the way to 20, I’m very impressed with your gusto today.” She complimented. “Lets do a quick stretch to get those back muscles stretched out.”
I was relatively delirious at this point, so the time passed very quickly.
“Now flip into a back bridge and stretch those abs and tighten those glutes.”
As I sat up, she reached down and grabbed my soft warm balls, rolling them around in her fingers. Great, it’s amazing to see progress like this already.”
“Here, feel,” she grabbed my hand as my ass hit the floor from the bridge. “Feel any different?”
I rolled my balls in my hands, and boy, she was right. Before they were hard and resisted any pressure strongly, now as I squeezed, they were notably softer, and compressed slightly with each push. “Isn’t that amazing, just 15 minutes of work, and already they are noticeably less tense.”
“How much more is there of this? I’m not sure how long I can do it, or if I can do this on my own during the week...” I questioned.
“Don’t worry about that, we will finish up this last bit and you’ll be good to go,” she offered.
“It’s amazing how much looser they feel just after this bit, Karen. How will I know when I’m all set?” I continued.
“There will be a definite release of tension, you’ll know immediately, and then they will be right as rain,” she responded knowingly.
“Anyways, for this last bit, you’ll be doing much the same movement as before,”
I sighed loudly and interrupted her.
“C’mon now Bobby, you did the last set fine. Remember when we rolled out your IT bands? They were tight as can be and you were wailing and tearing up, but you pushed through, and now look at you, flexible and fit as you could possibly imagine.”
She was right. “Continue...” I offered.
“Right, but this time instead of just rolling over, I want you stop your momentum at the apex and just rest there for 15 seconds. And repeat. We will do as many of these as it takes, but it shouldn’t be longer than 10 reps or so. Let’s find out.”
Back in the position, I raised up into a rock hard plank. You could build a house on my rippling back and legs. I centered myself and lowered my weight onto the foam bar just below my balls, as we did before.
“Now roll up.”
I rolled up and struggled to keep my balance. I put weight down on my feet and hands and rolled forward, the pain less sharp than before. “Good try, good try, focus on even distribution of weight focused right on that roller.”
I rolled back and reached much the same results, quickly tumbling back and letting my balls slip through.
“Ok, give it one more go,” Karen said encouragingly.
This time I rolled up on the balls, and with all my focused energies, managed to keep my balance. The pain wasn’t as bad as I was expecting and it was definitely easier to balance now that my balls were a little softer.
“Almost, Bobby, now tense those abs as hard as you can, like rocks, imagine pushing your spine straight through the roller into the floor, but don’t put any extra weight on your hands.”
I complied and suddenly the pain was there, it was like my abs were personally trying to squash my nuts into the roller. The abs were strong and taut and the roller offered no give whatsoever. I shook with fear but Karen encouraged me.
“2 more seconds..... And STOP. That’s a really good one. Do that again exactly.”
3 more similar reps in and my abs were starting to give out.
“I don’t know how much longer I can do this Karen, my abs are killing me and my stomach is throbbing.”
“You’re almost there, we are almost done.”
On the fifth roll up forward, I over rolled a bit and tried to correct, my left leg took the weight back and suddenly I felt a rush in my scrotum.
I gasped aloud, winced and trembled from the shock of it. Also, I was struggling to balance, seemingly my left side was slightly lower than the right.
“Excellent! Did you feel that release of tension Bobby? Isn’t that better already! We are halfway there buddy!!”
“I felt it... It hurts a bit... Also hard to balance.” I forced through gritted jaw.
“That’s perfectly normally, you don’t get this far without a little pain, just refocus your weight on the right side and keep moving. We are almost there. I’m going to up the reps to 30 seconds, just roll up on and focus all your weight on the right side.”
I did as she commanded, the pain was unbearable, I trembled and shook, my head was clouded with pain but I wasn’t going to give in.
“Keep going!! 2...1.... OK 6 reps done!”
“I think I might pass out...I don’t want to give out or do bad form...but I think we may just have to hit this next week.” I gasped after the 30 seconds had passed.
“Alright, give me one more really good one, and then we will call it a day,” she offered.
I gritted my teeth, clenched every muscle in my body and rolled back up, focusing on my right side.
“I’m...gonna...passs...out..” I begged, eyes drifting and focus waning.
“Not yet! Give me one more push, tense those abs and glutes!” She shouted.
I gave one more heave and lifted myself up slightly more, seemingly all my weight focused on the foam bar beneath me.
Suddenly, I felt her foot stamp full force on my ass, directly above the roller. The same rush I felt moments earlier on the left side occured again--much more explosively this time--on the right.
My abs made full contact with the roller, my head and knees hit the ground, and I slowly drifted into a black unconsciousness, a throbbing relief emanating from my balls, a spreading wetness on my chest.
--
I awoke sometime later, wandering back from my distant darkness. I had a throbbing headache and a dull pain radiated from my stomach. I lifted my head to see my apartment empty, no sign of Karen, her bag or the weights she’d brought with her.
The foam roller still sat underneath my hips, sticking my ass up in the air. The strap around my junk still hung tightly. I noticed a gooeyness under my chest and rolled back to investigate. The roller ran from my lower hips, up to my navel without meaningful obstacle from my genitals, it compressed all flesh in the way until my cockhead, a single bead of white come forced out of the hole.
My chest and upper abs were painted with the same cum that also clung to the mat below. I slid the roller aside, rolled over and flopped down ass first in the cum, resting my head back against the floor. Lifting it, I looked down my cum streaked abdomen to my still constricted genitals. The head of my cock still was decorated with the white pearl, and below hung a flap of skin resembling my scrotum.
I reached out and clutched it in my right hand, expecting it to be empty. It was not.
While there was no discernable shapes inside, a large quantity of soupy matter slipped between exploring fingers. I dropped my head back to the mat, continuing to probe the formless sack.
Definitely no tension resides in there.
My head was abuzz with thoughts as my fingertips coursed through the stringy mush and I wondered then if I’d ever see Karen again. Doubtful. But no matter what, she was certainly right about one thing.
I have never been more relaxed in my entire life.
