Diagnosis Softballs: House call

Special thanks to Chadfan for a lot of awesome plot ideas and a great email conversation!

Featured in this story: Chad (click for pictures)

No morning wood in sight.

Chad leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh. Frankly, the lack of an erection didn’t come as a surprise for the handsome 30 year old. He didn’t remember when he had last seen his big cock grow hard. He had probably just rubbed out a quick load and fallen asleep again. He had taken it for granted.

Chad sighed again. You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. It seemed like---

Chad’s eyes widened as a terrifying picture flashed through his brain. Where was his cock?!

Frantically, Chad lifted the blanket and looked at his junk. Two swollen, low-hanging balls and---

“Thank god”, Chad mumbled when he spotted the short stump that his once big, beautiful dick had turned into hiding in his pubic hair. For a minute he thought that this was it, that Little Chad had vanished for good.



Chad threw his head back. “Thank god”, he repeated in a toneless voice.

A couple of weeks ago, he had told one of his colleagues about his condition. A couple of beers after work had loosened his tongue, and he had spoken about his shrinking dick and his swelling balls for the very first time. Instead of showing sympathy or offering him a shoulder to cry on, his colleague had found great amusement in Chad’s misery. To add insult to injury, Erik hadn’t been able to keep his mouth shut and had told Chad’s story to everybody who wouldn’t listen. Soon, everyone at Chad’s workplace knew.

But eventually, something good came out of it: One of the guys, Sammy, was a trained nurse, and Chad had finally gotten a diagnosis. Softballs. It was a gruesome, rare condition. Luckily, Sammy knew how to treat it.

Since then Chad’s balls had been kicked, punched, beaten, shocked, pulled, cooked and frozen.

Lately, Chad thought he had seen some improvement. Sure, his balls were hanging lower than they used to due to the incredible stretching his sack had taken a couple of weeks ago. And the shrinkage of his dick hadn’t stopped. But his balls seemed less squishy, less soft than usual. Maybe this was all worth it.

Chad let out another sigh and ran his hand through his tousled hair. He hadn’t showered in a week. He didn’t even care that there was something wrong with the shower and that he’d told his landlord about it ages ago. Why shower? What was the use? There was nobody to impress.

Chad stared at the ceiling.

With a dreamy smile on his face he remembered his daily morning routine before all of this had started. He would wake up in his bed and jerk off until he blew a nice, big load of spunk into his cum rag.

Chad looked to the side. The crusted guest towel that he had used was sitting on his nightstand and gathering dust. He kept it for nostalgic reasons because he liked to remember the good old times. And he hadn’t brought a woman here since it all began, so nobody was bothered about the sticky old towel sitting next to the bed.

Oh, how he’d love to put that wonderful towel to work again, fill it with his jizz and let it dry in the sun. Or better yet, stick his beautiful, hard rod into a hot woman. Or any woman at all, for that matter.

Instead of dating, Chad had spent most of his spare time cruising the internet, watching porn while monitoring his pathetic, soft dick, desperately waiting for something to happen.

Chad sighed and reached for the towel. He looked at it with a loving smile and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of his dried semen filled his nose and almost brought tears to his eyes.

The he put the towel away and lifted his blanket again, taking another look at his pathetic, shriveled stump of a dick and the two heavy, bloated balls.

His face turned dark.

“Fuck you”, he barked at his dick. “You fucking---“

He covered his mouth with both of his hands, his eyes wide open. Did he just say that out loud?!

“Oh no”, Chad whispered, his face as white as a sheet.

Chad jumped out of his bed and started pacing the room, stark naked, his bloated, low-hanging balls swinging wildly and slapping against his thighs.

“Oh no”, he repeated in a toneless voice.

Sammy had been very clear about this part of Chad’s therapy: Whenever he uttered a swear word, Chad was supposed to punch himself in the nuts. That was supposed to make them tougher again. The more busting, the more resilient his balls were supposed to become. That's what Sammy had explained to Chad.

That was entirely reasonable - but Chad had managed to find a loophole: He had managed to reduce the swearing to an absolute minimum.

But now…

Chad looked down at his balls and grimaced. They were bruised and swollen. “And I said it twice”, he groaned. With a sigh, he grabbed his balls by the neck of his sack, trapping them at the bottom. He raised his fist. Then he stopped.

A grin appeared on his face. He remembered something he had heard when he was a boy, something about a tree falling in the woods, something about stuff not really happening when nobody was there to notice. Or whatever.

He let go of his balls and allowed them to swing freely.

Chad put his hands on his hips. He cleared his throat. “I’m not gonna fucking do it!” he declared with a wide smile. “I’m---“

A sudden knock on the door made him turn his head, a shocked expression on his face.

“Oh no”, he whispered. “How can they---“

He looked around frantically. The window! What if they watched him from somewhere?! He stumbled towards the window.

His apartment was on the fourth floor, and there were no way someone could peek into his room.

Chad turned around, his eyes twitching nervously. “But how can they---“ He looked up at the ceiling. The lamp. A camera? Did they secretly watch him? Were they---

The knock on the door was louder this time.

Chad was frozen in place. What was he going to do? He couldn’t---

The knocking turned into banging. They were going to break down his door!

Chad let out a miserably whimper.

He grabbed his balls again, pushing them to the bottom of his sack. Then he lifted his fist and punched them as hard as he could three times in rapid succession.

Chad yelled through his clenched teeth when his knuckles into the soft flesh of his tender, swollen balls. His face contorted in pain.

“I’m coming!” he shouted from the top of his lungs as he hobbled towards the door.

Oh, how he used to love those words, back when he was able to shout them in an entirely different context.

He reached the door and tore it open.

“I did it!” he blurted out. “I punched my nuts just like I’m supposed to!”

He expected to see young skinny redhead Sammy, probably accompanied by some of his vicious friends.

Instead, he stared at a big, tall, muscular bull of a man around his own age. The man was shirtless, wearing just a denim bib-and-brace overall. His chest and his arms were covered in black hair. Around his hips was a yellow leather utility belt, and he was carrying a large tool box in his right hand. He was wearing heavy black leather boots.

Chad looked past him, craning his head restlessly from side to side, searching the hallway for his personal health team.

The big, hairy man followed his gaze, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

“Where are they?” Chad whispered.

The man looked at him for a moment. “Umm, they sent me”, he said, scratching his full head of black hair.

“What do you mean, they sent you?” Chad said. “Who are you?”

“I’m Rocco”, the man said with a smile. His square jaw was covered in a neatly trimmed black beard. “I’m here to take a look at your plumbing.”

“What?!” Chad whispered.

“I’m the plumber”, Rocco said slowly to make sure Chad understood every word. He nodded at his tool box.

Chad let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, that’s what they call it?”

Rocco stared at him. “Yeah, that’s what they call it”, he said slowly. “They told me there’s something wrong with your plumbing. That’s why I’m here.” His eyes wandered down to Chad’s naked genitals. When he spotted Chad’s shriveled dick, his eyes widened. “Wow!”

Suddenly aware of his nudity, Chad covered his crotch with his hands and took a step back into his apartment. “Come on in”, he mumbled.

Rocco followed him and put his tool box on the floor.

Chad closed the door and sighed. He lifted his hands, allowing Rocco to look at his crotch.

“Listen”, Chad said. “I punched them, okay?”

Rocco stared at him, a blank expression on his face.

“I did it”, Chad repeated. “Please go away.”

Rocco scratched his head. “I dunno. They told me to have a look.”

Chad looked miserable. “But I did everything they told me to!”

Rocco glanced at the bathroom door. “Well, does it work?”

Chad grabbed at what was left of his dick and pulled at it, barely increasing its pathetic length. He let out a miserable grunt. “No, it doesn’t”, he grumbled.

“See?” Rocco said with a huge smile. “That’s why they told me to have a look.”

Chad sighed. “You’ll have a look and then you’ll go away, right?”

Rocco swayed his head from side to side. “I’ll probably have to do a bit of work.”

Chad let out a bitter laugh. “Great.”

“Don’t worry”, Rocco said, reaching into his tool box and holding up a giant wrench. “I got everything right here. Just relax and let me do my thing, okay?”

Chad looked down at his junk. “Okay”, he mumbled. He spread his legs, letting his huge, low-hanging balls dangle between his things. “Do whatever you have to.”

Rocco gave him a funny look, picked up his tool box and headed for the bathroom.

Chad raised his eyebrows. “Where are you going?!”

“Umm”, Rocco pointed at the bathroom door. “You know…”

“There’s not enough room in there”, Chad said. “We’ll do it here.”

Rocco stared at him.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” Chad said.

Rocco didn’t move.

Chad rolled his eyes. “Come on, get started!” Chad spread his legs wider, looking at Rocco expectantly.

Rocco looked confused. “Sorry, I don’t--- I think--- What do you want me to do?”

Chad let out a groan. “They want me to beg for it, huh?”

Rocco opened his mouth to say something.

“Well, grab my nuts! Squeeze them! Punch them!” Chad barked.

Rocco winced. There was a brief moment of hesitation, then a huge grin spread on his face. “Alright”, he said, dropping his tool box and walking over to Chad. He bent forward, rubbing his hands. He tentatively grabbed Chad’s shrunken dick and squeezed it. “That looks gruesome”, he said slowly, obviously fascinated. “Has it always been like that?”

Chad stared at him. “Didn’t they tell you anything? Of course it wasn’t! It was long and fat and beautiful! And now it’s just this short piece of flabby meat.”

“Wow”, Rocco said, chuckling. “Was it as long and fat and beautiful as this one?” He straightened and grabbed his crotch, outlining a fat, thick, long tube that made Chad blush with envy.

Chad cleared his throat. “Well, yeah, sure, of course”, he mumbled.

Rocco raised his eyebrows. “It was? You sure?” He took off his utility belt. Then he slipped off the straps of his overall and let it fall to the ground. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, probably because it was difficult to get anything that was able to accommodate his size…

Rocco was muscular and tanned, with no visible tan-lines. His body was covered in hair, and there was a big dark bush of untrimmed pubic hair at the base of his dick.

Chad’s jaw dropped as Rocco’s huge, heavy erection bounced up against his abs with a dull thud. Below the fat dong was a gigantic leathery sac that housed two of the biggest balls Chad had ever seen. Just like Rocco’s rod, his balls were enormous.

Rocco grinned when he saw Chad’s reaction. He glanced down at his ridiculously oversized boner and his low-hanging bull balls and smiled. “Awesome, huh?” he chuckled, playfully slapping his hard dick, making it bounce wildly.

Chad frowned at him. “Maybe we can concentrate on my junk again, huh?” He grabbed his swollen, squishy balls and held them out for Rocco to see.

Rocco grinned and grabbed his huge dick by the base. “You want me to bash them?”

Chad rolled his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you?! Go ahead, smash them as hard as you can!”

With a joyful grin, Rocco brought the massive tip of his huge, meaty dick down on Chad’s nuts. It looked like a felled tree as it smashed into Chad’s nuts.

Chad let out a cough.

Rocco chuckled and smacked Chad’s nuts again and again, bringing his heavy cock down on Chad’s nuts with increasing force.

“Okay”, Chad whispered. “That’s a nice start. But I think you’ll have to do better than that or our mutual friends won’t be satisfied…”

Rocco looked confused.

“Come on”, Chad said, taking a step back and spreading his legs. “Kick them as hard as you can!”

Rocco’s face lit up. He pulled up his overall, hiding his gigantic manhood again, and took a step back. Then he brought his boot-clad foot up between Chad’s thighs, ramming his tender, swollen testicles into his pelvis and eliciting a strangled howl from Chad’s mouth.

Chad doubled over, his eyes bulging, his cheeks puffed, grabbing his damaged organs. “Those are steel toed boots, right?” Chad said hoarsely, his eyes fixed on Rocco’s feet.

Rocco nodded proudly. “Awesome, huh?”

“Yeah, awesome”, Chad groaned, grimacing in pain and rubbing his balls. “Wanna go again?”

Rocco rubbed his hand in childlike glee. “Sure, this is fucking great!”

Chad smiled weakly. “I’m glad you’re having so much fun.”

Rocco pointed at Chad’s crotch and his shrunken cock. “No need to tell you to get your dick out of the way, huh? That little thingy can’t protect your balls…” He let out a roaring laugh.

Chad grimaced. “Yeah. Funny. Now---“

He was interrupted by a hard, mean kick in the nuts, lifting off the ground before he collapsed on the floor, coughing and groaning and writhing in pain.

Rocco watched him, absent-mindedly massaging his huge erection through the denim fabric of his overall.

“You know, you’re pretty weak down there”, Rocco said after a while. “I mean, just a couple of kicks and you’re on the ground.” He let out a laugh. “Take a look at these puppies”, he continued, slipping off his overall again and grabbing his naked nutsack by the neck, slapping his fat, huge balls against the palm of his hand. “Those are pretty tough.” A goofy grin appeared on his face. “I like to play around with them, you know… Sometimes when I’m in the back of my van and rub out a quick load, I squeeze them really hard.” He took both of his nuts between his hands and pressed them together, squishing his huge orbs flat. “Like that, you know.” He grinned. There was no sign of pain on his face. A little thread of precum made its way down from the tip of his dick. Rocco watched it, chuckling. “Man, I gotta rub out another load when I’m done with this.”

Chad looked up, his face contorted in pain. He was rubbing his sore, swollen nuts. “You jerk off on the job?!”

Rocco looked at Chad. A wide grin appeared on his face. “Got fired for it”, he admitted. “A couple of times.” He shrugged. “It’s kinda fun, you know?”

Chad stared at him. Yeah, he remembered having fun with his dick. A long time ago. He let out an annoyed grunt.

“Sometimes it’s more fun than, you know, fucking”, Rocco continued, watching the thread of precum connect with the ground, absentmindedly stroking his fat shaft. “Women can be so…” He thought for a moment. “…talky.” He wiggled his huge, fat dick, breaking the tiny thread of precum.

He turned to Chad, a blank expression on his face. “I don’t get women, you know? I mean, sure, they are fun for a couple of hours until they get sore. But as soon as you pull your dick out…” He rolled his eyes. “As soon as you pull your dick out it’s going out and buying things and talking about things and being nice…” He shook his head. “I don’t get it.”

Chad looked miserable. In his current situation, he would have killed for a chance to have sex with a woman for a minute – let alone a couple of hours. This had to stop.

Chad pulled himself together and got up. “Alright”, he grumbled. “Punch them! Punch them as hard as you can!”

Rocco shrugged. He pulled up the straps of his overall again, making his erection poke against the denim from the inside.

Then he got down on one knee and balled his fist.

He grabbed Chad’s balls with one hand and pulled them down, trapping them at the bottom of his scrotum.

“You know, I prefer jerking off”, Rocco said thoughtfully. He slammed his fist into Chad’s nuts hard, flattening the squishy orbs against his hand.

Chad let out an anguished grunt, clenching his eyes shut.

“It’s just as fun as fucking”, Rocco continued, sinking his knuckles into the soft flesh of Chad’s balls and making Chad yell through his gritted teeth.

“But it’s more… personal, you know?” Rocco said, throwing another hard punch into Chad’s gonads.

Chad groaned in pain.

“And you can do it wherever you want. And whenever you want”, Rocco said, delivering two more punches to Chad’s bloated, swollen gonads.

A retching sound escaped Chad’s lips.

“Like in the back of my van”, Rocco grinned, slamming his fist into Chad’s nuts.

Chad’s cheeks puffed.

“Between two jobs”, Rocco said, biting his lower lip while crunching Chad’s nuts with another devastating punch

Chad started gagging.

Rocco looked up at him and quickly let go of Chad’s nuts.

Chad stumbled backwards and landed on his ass before curling up in a ball, kicking his legs, moaning and groaning in agony.

“You know, you’re pretty weak down there”, Rocco said.

“You already said that”, Chad hissed, his face a mask of pain.

“Yeah, well, because you are”, Rocco shrugged.

“You have no idea what it’s like”, Chad moaned.

Rocco raised his eyebrows, reaching inside his overall to stroke his enormous erection.

“A couple of months ago I was fucking girls left and right!” Chad groaned. “May balls were always full of cum, and I had a big, fat dick---” He glanced at Rocco’s crotch. “Well, maybe not as big as yours”, he mumbled. “But anyway – it was there, it was always hard, and it was awesome!”

Rocco stared at him. “What happened?” he asked, casually jerking his dick.

“I have no idea!” Chad yelled. “From one day to the next – poof! Gone! My dick was shrinking and my balls became all squishy and soft…” He grabbed his red, bloated balls and his pathetic excuse for a dick and screamed, “Look at it! Look at it!”

Rocco shuddered and averted his eyes.

“It’s called Softballs”, Chad muttered. “It’s a terrible thing.” He snapped his fingers. “And it can happen just like that!”

Rocco stared at him. “Softballs”, he said slowly. “I’ve never heard of it.” He chuckled. “Sounds like a woman’s disease.”

Chad blinked. “What?!”

“You know, like softball”, Rocco said casually. “I’m more interested in baseball.”

Chad looked at him. “You play baseball?”

Rocco grinned. “Sure. Every Sunday.”

Chad got up and let out a grunt. “Why didn’t you say that before?” he mumbled, reaching into Rocco’s tool box and producing a big metal pipe. He weighed in his hands before giving it to Rocco who took it with a puzzled look on his face.

Chad spread his legs and put his hands behind his back. “Go for it”, he said. “Hit ‘em out of the park!”

Rocco didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed the pipe like a seasoned batter and smashed it into Chad’s crotch, hitting both of his swollen nuggets dead on and ramming them into his body.

Chad’s eyes opened wide and his feet turned inward. He let out a deep, guttural groan, his eyes filling with tears. Before he had a chance to grab his nuts, Rocco swung the pipe again, driving it into Chad’s groin with all the force he could muster.

Chad’s balls were smashed up inside his spacious scrotum until they reached the limit of both his sack and his nut chords before dropping down again where they were met with another breathtaking blow by Rocco’s pipe.

Again and again, Rocco smashed the pipe into Chad’s crotch, hitting his testicles with the extraordinary force and admirable precision of an experienced baseball player.

The bruised, bloated balls were smashed from side to side, up and into Chad’s body while Chad was making all kinds of funny noises, grunting and groaning, roaring and moaning in agony.

When he couldn’t take anymore, Chad collapsed on the ground, but Rocco kept on smashing his balls with the pipe, hitting them hard every time and making Chad retch and gag.

Finally, Rocco stopped and dropped the pipe that landed on the ground with a loud clank. Rocco’s black hair was wet with sweat and he was breathing heavily.

“Phew”, Rocco chuckled, wiping his forehead.

Chad was lying on the ground, clutching his bruised, battered balls, rolling back and forth, his legs kicking uncontrollably.

Rocco watched him for a moment. His own dick was hard as rock, pressing against his overall. He adjusted his crotch and looked around the apartment.

Then he put on his utility belt, grabbed his tool box and disappeared in the bathroom.

When he returned, Chad was still lying on the ground, cupping himself, groaning and moaning in pain.

“Everything’s okay now”, Rocco said casually.

Chad let out a hoarse cough. “You think so?”

Rocco nodded. “Yeah. Everything is fully functional again.”

Chad looked up, his face contorted in pain. “I don’t know”, he croaked.

“Trust me”, Rocco grinned. “I’m a professional.” He turned to go. “Nice meeting you.”

“Yeah”, Chad whispered. “Thank you!”

Rocco smiled. “That’s my job.” He walked out the door.

Chad slowly got up and crawled towards the telephone. He dialed a number, nursing his badly swollen balls. “Sammy?” he said. “You’re probably not home now. I just wanted to say, um, thanks for the house call. I promise I’ll never try anything like that again… That guy really did a number on my nuts.” He thought for a moment. “I hope it worked.” Then he hung up.

Outside, Rocco had made it to his VW Transporter, an old, dirty 70s van. He climbed inside and threw the tool box into a corner. He quickly took off his utility belt and reached inside his overall, grabbing his big, dripping erection.

“Man, that was something”, he mumbled to himself with a chuckle. He grabbed his big bull balls and squeezed hard while jerking his huge monster cock. “Softballs”, he whispered as he felt the orgasm build in his balls. “Poor guy…” He brought his head back and let out a let out a deep, guttural groan.