POPS: Nobalz Gym

Illustrations by Whistle. His blog is here.

It was a typical day at the Nobalz Gym. Nobalz was a small, no-frills establishment in the seedy part of town and the guys who frequented prided themselves for being real macho men. They didn't spend a fortune at the boutique, glossy gyms that attracted young millennials nor did own any expensive home equipment like Peloton bikes or fancy elliptical. The guys who worked out at Nobalz were real man's men who loved working out their tight, muscular bodies in the small, dimly lit and somewhat dank little gym. Something about the place harkened back to an earlier time when 'men were men' and working out was the point, not showing off.

Unfortunately, one day three unrelated, completely disastrous mishaps took place that made the gym truly live up to the phonetic reading of its name 'No Balls'.

Morning: Trevor and the Weights 

Trevor was hot and he knew it. The twenty-five year old was a regular on the body-building competition circuit with his broad, well-toned chest and abs and his tree-trunk legs. Fueling his gains were his enormous baby makers that swung between his thighs. Even though Trevor consciously wore loose-fitting trunks (and nothing else) to work out in, everyone in the gym knew that Trevor's balls were huge; the slightest movement of his torso would make his lemon-sized, low hanging fruits brush against the fabric making an obvious bulge. As usual Trevor swiped his card to let himself into the gym and was pleased to see it was empty. He changed out of his clothes and walked to the free weights area wearing only a pair of baggy white shorts.

His legs were still sore from a punishing workout the day before, so he decided it was time to work his upper body. He worked up a sweat, his pecs glistening, as he worked over muscles most guys weren't even aware existed. He was a real stud. Trevor was so lost in his workout that to this day he doesn't really remember most of what happened next. He was holding a bar with two massive weights on both ends when he decided it just wasn't enough of a challenge. He was going to swap out the weights for heavier ones and had positioned the bar between his legs for leverage whilst he removed the first weight. Suddenly, the other end slipped free - still loaded with weight - and careened toward the floor. It had barely impacted the ground as the end he had been holding rocketed upward like a seesaw. Apparently, the bar itself was quite hefty as it slammed upward knocking into his spuds and crushing them against his pelvis.

 Trevor let out a squeal as he felt the bar - driven by the heavy counterweight - slam into his prize-winning testicles with so much force that they exploded as if he had been stomped. He felt - and heard - his twins' swan song as they erupted in his sack. 

"Ooouh!" he screamed in a deep bellow as he fell to the floor clutching his nuts. To his horror he felt a warm, gooey substance as hands plunged into his shorts. 

My.. balls... he thought as he blacked out.

Afternoon: Jake - The Treadmill

Jake came into the club several hours later, after Trevor had been rushed to the hospital and the mess was cleaned up. He laughed at the stories guys were telling in the locker room about the incident since clearly their graphic depictions were far worse than reality. They're just exaggerating, Jake thought as he sundered toward a treadmill. Jake was young, beefy stud who decided he was going to work out his massive legs with a brutal uphill run on the treadmill.

The cocky jock set the incline to maximum and the speed to just above what he could stand and started running. After a few miles he was dripping with sweat, but the extreme incline and speed was starting to catch to even his strong legs and he was starting to fall backward. No problem, he though, as he tied his wrist band around the treadmill's controls - tethering him in place - and forcing him to run fast enough to keep up. He smiled as he turned up the speed until his legs were blur. He was running faster and faster... until he wasn't.

"Fuck!"

Jake lost his footing and fell on his ass onto the rapidly moving treadmill. Ordinarily he would have just tumbled off, been laughed at by the other guys, and continued on with his day. But since his wrist was still tied to the control panel he was forced into a sitting position, squashing his fat nuts in the process.

"Shit! Help!"

Jake cried out and his eyes crossed as he felt his huge nuts crushed under his gym-hewn ass.  Jake tried desperately to turn off the machine with his trapped hand but only succeeded in turning up the speed to maximum. There was a loud whirring sound as the treadmill motor spun at maximum speed. Suddenly Jake realized the fabric of his shorts - and his nuts - were stuck in the treads. The beefy stud's full weight was pressing down on his boys from the top as the treadmill raced underneath, pressing them in place. They were trapped and the conflicting forces were starting to wear down on them. 

"FUCK!" Jake screamed as he felt his shorts starting to rip. Suddenly his bare nuts tumbled out and a flap out of his scrotum and get stuck in the treadmill. His balls wanted to follow the treadmill, but his ass resting on top of them prevented them from moving. 

Jake wailed as his scrotum was pulped like a cheese grater until the pressure was just too much and his sack erupted open in a shocking, huge spray. Jake passed out, still stuck in place, as the treadmill ran underneath him. The more of his nut's guts were extruded from his sack, the lower his ass got to the treadmill. His ball were being shredded and flattened at the same time. Finally, a panicked fellow gym bro recovered from his shock enough to unplug the machine but by then it was too late. Jake's kids were splattered all of the treadmill.

Night: Clay and the Splits

Clay was a hulking stud who stopped by the gym at nights after work. It fit into his busy schedule and allowed him to avoid the crowds of the day. Clay hardly noticed the 'out of order' sign placed on one of the treadmills as he made his way to the locker room and put on his tight yellow underwear and tight white shirt. Clay was extremely proud of his ridiculously massive package and thick legs which were hugged by the fabric leaving little to the imagination. His shirt clung to his abs, perfectly outlining his chest and pecs. He stopped to admire himself in the mirror as he made his way to the empty free weight area.

Today Clay was going to work on his dead lifting, where he would raise a heavily weighted bar from a squatting position over his head in one motion. It was the ultimate show of strength as he heaved increasingly heavy loads over his head. He could tell that a few of the guys in the otherwise empty gym were stopping to admire him and the adoration drove Clay crazy. He couldn't help but start to get hard as he winked at the gathering crowd who were amazed as Clay dead-lifted more and more weight with less and less effort. It was incredible to watch his Adonis body as every muscle flexed effortlessly under the strain.

One of the watching guys couldn't help but whistle at the footlong erection growing in Clay's shorts as he lifted. The guy was cute, Clay thought, and he was imagining how hot it would be to bend the equally-hunky jock over a weight bench and plow his brains out. The head of Clay's cock was now sticking out of the waistband of his shorts and was leaking so much precum onto the floor that for a moment the watching men thought he was pissing. 

The handsome dark haired stud Clay had eyes on was hard as a rock as he watched Clay's cock leak like a faucet as Clay stopped to add even more weight to the bar. The handsome guy watching him winked as Clay rose the bar over his head... and slipped. His overactive cock had added to the layers of sweat and grit on the floor and Clay's left foot gave out from under him. He tried to balance himself but the weight he was holding over his head forced him to the ground. He didn't want to risk dropping the weight uncontrolled and hurting himself, but before he could think of a better plan Clay found himself falling to the splits. Clay was not that agile. He felt something tear in his groin as he landed in a perfect - though painful - splits. His husky weight combined with the weight he was holding with devastating effecting. He had landed on his free-swinging nuts and his bubble butt landed on them with so much force that they fractured slightly in the bag. It was like a violent kick to his unprotected junk.

As Clay sat in silence the watching men erupted into laughter. Like a mob, they descended on Clay. At first he thought they were going to help him up but to his horror, they grabbed his torso and the weight bar and lifted him slightly before slamming him onto the ground, crushing his nuts under his ass. They repeated the assault over and over until a thick, gooey paste formerly known as Clay's nuts plastered the ground. Clay, barely conscious, looked up at the handsome man he had been wanting to fuck - his dick raging hard.

"Guess that's why they call it 'no balls' gym!" he laughed as he and the others left a defeated Clay to crumple into a pile.