"Cameron, Jerome, here are a couple lockers. Strip down, and come over to the scales to let me see what I got to work with, okay boys."
Excited to be getting advice from a professional trainer like Jordan, the boys hastily stripped and practically ran over to the scales. Jordan surpressed a grin and chuckle as he watched their 6" erections bouncing as they raced over. He'd soon take care of those soon to be unnecessary appendages.
Each boy stood on a scale with Jordan between them. He'd pulled a measuring tape, and a large metal caliper out of his form fitting shorts. Both boys thought it odd that they hadn't noticed any bulges that God hadn't given Jordan. He proceeded to take their weights, heights, and then he began to note more detailed measurements on his metal clipboard.
"Oooh, that's cold. Do you have to measure that?" Cameron gasped as the calipers clasped his penis head.
"Of course, before every -uh- work out, I measure every body part to compare, with the result of the work out. Diameter 2 and 3/4ths inches. And your brother is 2 5/8ths, not quite identical." He winks.
"Oh, c'mon, your exercises can make this bigger?"
"See for yourself, I dare say I wouldn't be half the man I am if I didn't exercise my tool," Jordan said exposing his soft 15 inch penis.
"Whoa, and we're supposed to be Stallions," Cameron whispered jealousy.
"Well, I guarantee that by game time you won't recognise those puny weiners. Now let's go into the training room." Jordan reached behind each youth inserting his middle finger up their virgin anuses and flexing. He carried them writhing in pain and stimulation, like a bowler with light weight training balls.
He walked passed Coach Larabee who was helping illiterate Bruno sign his name on the consent form. They didn't seem to see or hear their screaming star players dangling from Jordan's middle fingers.
"Cameron, I think we're fucked," hissed a terrified Jerome.
"Not yet, but you will be my little filly!" Jordan quipped flexing the finger up Jerome's butt a few times for good measure. Jordan began whistling the theme to Rawhide. Flexing his long thick fingers in time with the tune.
They entered a large white room with various tethers and stalls. Standing on one end of the room was another burly giant, but instead of athletic gear he was dressed in grease-stained overalls.
"Howdy, Zeke. Get out your duds, and then you can help me break these twin stallions into a couple of cute chestnut fillies. Hehe!"
In one quick motion, Zeke unzipped his overalls, and stepped out. He wasn't wearing shorts underneath, and his baseball bat sized penis was fully erect at its 30 inches. The boys gasped.
"Well, big brother, ain't you anxious," laughed Jordan, "Here, I'll give you Jerome he's a bit bigger than Cameron." He flexed his finger in Cameron's butt causing him to spurt cum, as he swung his arm releasing his grip on Jerome. The receiver was passed to Zeke.
Zeke caught Jerome by the shoulders pinning his arms at his side. Jerome was so confused. The big bronze giant kissed him hard on the lips, and his tongue forced its way down Jerome's throat. At the same his huge wet dripping sausage rubbed against the tip of Jerome's tiny weiner. He felt a tremendous pressure as his penis and balls were shoved up inside him. Simultaneously, his chest exploded against Zeke's. Jerome briefly stared in disbelief at the two round orbs growing from his chest. Then as the orgasm hit him, his eyes rolled back in his head as the hair on his head grew to shoulder length while he moaned in ecstacy.
In the meantime, Cameron was being trussed into a leather harness. He recognized the design from his uncle's farm. It was used to assist by holding breeding mares still to be mated by a stud.