Diagnosis Softballs: Terminal stage

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And, well, you read the title - there might be some permanent damage.

Featured in this story: Chad, Sammy and Simon (click for pictures)

Chad’s face was pale. The handsome 30 year old hunk was buck naked, his hands behind his back, his genitalia on full display.

It was a gruesome sight.

His nuts were black and blue, swollen and bloated, and due to some rather intense stretching they were hanging very low and heavy in their sac. His limp dick looked like a timid, fat, yet incredibly short snail that had lost its shell.

18 year old redhead Sammy was kneeling in front of him, examining his goods. “The balls are soft and squishy”, he mumbled, squeezing Chad’s nuts and making him grunt in pain. “And the tiny little dick is barely visible.” He sighed and looked up at Chad. “Looks like terminal stage to me.”



Chad stared at him.

A while ago, Chad had confessed that he hadn’t had an erection or shot his load in months. Sammy and some of the other models had given their expert opinion and diagnosed him with a serious case of Softballs and dick shrinkage. Drastic measures were to be taken, they had told him, and Chad had suffered incredibly at the hands of the ruthless boys. His nuts had been punched, kicked and electrocuted, boiled, frozen and marinaded in acidic lemon juice, his scrotum had been stretched by heavy weights, and - judging from Chad's own tales - he had even received a house call by a mysterious ballbusting plumber.

The most ludicrous thing: Chad had been told to punch his own nuts whenever he cursed. That was supposed to make his balls tougher and more resilient.

Frankly, I had my doubts about this. But Sammy had been very insistent, and Chad seemed to believe him. As far as I knew, he dutifully bashed his own balls whenever he uttered a swear word...

At some point, I had felt remorse – but that feeling had quickly vanished when Chad had treated me with the usual lack of respect.

Today, Sammy had summoned all of the guys who had helped him “treat” poor Chad for what Sammy had mysteriously referred to as “the final session”. My assistant Erik, handsome jock Kev, muscular frat guy Zach, twin Brothers Will and Michael, and naughty nerd Simon - they were all here to witness whatever Sammy was up to with Chad.

Before the session, they had drawn sticks to determine who was going to help Sammy.

Simon had been the lucky winner, and he looked nothing short of jubilant that he was the one to assist Sammy in the therapy session.

Simon was a hot dark blond guy with a boyish smile. He was wearing horn-rimmed glasses that made him look like Clark Kent. Before he had worked for us, Simon had exploited this resemblance in a very successful series of videos entitled “SuperSlut”, showing off his superhuman appetite for sperm.

“Are you up for some ballbusting”, Sammy had asked Simon before Chad had arrived.

Simon had grinned. “I sure am!”

“It's probably going to get messy”, Sammy had explained.

Simon had licked his lips and nodded eagerly, a huge erection straining the fabric of his pants.

“I mean real messy”, Sammy had insisted. “Like, ball-popping messy... Like, permanent-destruction messy. Like, testicle-exploding-and-splattering-all-over-the-floor messy. You up for that?”

Simon had throught for a moment. “You sure? Well, I mean, I've never popped a guy's balls before, so I don't know if I know how to do it...”

Sammy had grinned and patted his shoulder. “Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do...”

Now, Simon was Standing next to Sammy, barefoot, wearing just his grey dress pants and a tight white shirt.

The rest of the guys were sitting on the couch. They were silent, their faces were beaming with anticipation. They looked like they were about to watch the final, climactic season of Breaking Bad and couldn't wait to see Hank's face when he returns from the bathroom...

Simon ran his hand over the outline of his hard dick that was bulging the fabric at his crotch, and smiled at Chad.

“Come on, Chad”, Sammy said. “Put your nuts on the table.”

Chad gulped and stepped up to the table. Gingerly, he placed his bloated balls on top of the hard wooden surface.

Sammy grabbed a big red rubber mallet and looked at Chad, a grim expression on his face. “This could go either way”, Sammy said slowly. “Either we smash your nuts to bits and pieces and you can say goodbye to your manhood. Or we manage to save your Softballs and Little Chad will be back to normal.”

Chad let out a grumble. “And if we do nothing?”

Sammy sighed.

“If we do nothing I’ll lose them, right?” Chad said hoarsely.

Sammy sighed again.

Chad cleared his throat. “Let’s do it”, he said in a firm voice.

“You sure?” Sammy asked, raising the mallet above his head. He turned to Simon and said, “Would you be so kind and prepare some of your special syrup for our patient?”

“Alright, doc”, Simon grinned. He licked his lips and casually opened the fly of his pants, pulling out his raging erection.

Sammy looked at Chad expectantly. “You sure?” he repeated.

Chad looked at Simon’s impressive cock. Its massive mushroom head was glistening with precum. Then he glanced down at his own shriveled noodle. It was like comparing a majestic whale to a tiny little shrimp.

Chad inhaled deeply and braced himself for the impact. “I’m sure.”

“Alright”, Sammy smiled. “Let’s do it.”

Chad closed his eyes.

The business end of the mallet smashed into the soft flesh of Chad’s meatballs with a resounding thud.

The sounds that Simon and Chad made were oddly similar yet very differently motivated: Simon’s moan was accompanied by a little twitch of his hard dick and a sudden discharge of precum that dropped down onto his bare feet; Chad’s moan was accompanied by a little twitch of his left eye and a sudden discharge of tears that ran down his nose.

Sammy chuckled and raised the mallet again.

“Oh my god”, Simon gasped as he watched Chad’s swollen, bruised nuts flatten under the weight of the heavy tool. He ran his fingertip over the glistening head of his dick and brought it to his mouth.

“Oh my god!” Chad roared from the top of his lungs. His eyes were clenched shut and his hands were clutching the edge of the table.

Again and again Sammy brought down the hammer, striking Chad’s nuts as hard as he could, ramming them into the hard table surface. He seemed hellbent on shattering Chad’s dreams of ever becoming a dad.

Simon’s dick was dripping precum as he jerked it feverishly, watching Sammy wreak havoc on Chad’s poor plums. “Yessss”, Simon moaned, beating his meat.

“Nooooo!” Chad yelled through his clenched teeth as his nuts were turned into peanut butter.

Sammy slammed down the mallet in a steady rhythm, tenderizing Chad’ meaty, swollen balls and eliciting grunts and groans and anguished howls from Chad.

Chad naked body was covered in sweat and his brown hair was dripping wet. He looked as if someone had emptied a bucket of water over his head.

“How’s the syrup coming along?” Sammy shouted as he continued to slam Chad’s nuts with the rubber mallet.

“Should be ready soon”, Simon moaned. He was panting heavily, feverishly jerking his big cock as he watched Chad’s valuables get bashed by Sammy.

“Great!” Sammy shouted cheerfully and crunched Chad’s nuts hard with a precise blow by the rubber mallet. “Why don’t you get up on the table?”

Until now, Kev, Zach and the rest of the guys watching had been silent. Now they were all leaning Forward simultaneously.

Simon smiled and climbed on top of the table.

Sammy grinned and put the mallet away.

Chad opened his eyes, grimacing, to see Simon’s rock hard dick pointing right at his face. The fat head was glistening and wet, and precum was dripping down onto Chad’s nuts.

It was ironic, watching the essence of Simon's healthy manhood drip down on Chad's useless, bloated balls.

“How about a little foot massage?” Sammy suggested with a grin.

Simon and Chad looked at him, puzzled expressions on their faces.

Sammy chuckled. “I’m talking about a little massage with your feet, Simon.”

“Oh”, Simon said. Then a huge grin spread on his face. “Oh! Awesome!”

Chad grimaced.

Simon took a step forward, keeping his weight on his heels. His toes were touching Chad’s pubes, and the balls of his feet were hovering over Chad’s bloated, battered gonads. His dripping dick was almost touching Chad’s nose, causing him to draw back his head.

Simon bit his lower lip and slowly shifted his weight, squashing Chad’s nuts under his feet and flattening the fat orbs like pancakes.

Chad let out a groan and clenched his eyes shut.

The guys watching cringed in sympathy.

“Mmmmmhhh”, Simon moaned, shifting his weight back and forth, squishing and squashing poor Chad’s swollen babymakers.

Chad was gritting his teeth, moaning and groaning as his nuts were crunched underneath Simon’s feet.

“Damn, they feel squishy”, Simon mumbled as he twisted his feet, viciously grinding Chad’s nuts under his soles.

Chad let out an anguished grunt.

The guys in the audience let out a collective “Ooooooh.”

“I don’t think they’ll last much longer”, Simon moaned as he jerked his dick faster and faster. “Oh god, I think they’ll pop!” He lifted his right foot and stomped down on Chad’s left nut hard, making Chad wail in agony.

Simon repeated the brutal move with his left foot, bringing it down hard on Chad’s right nut and crunching it flat.

Chad roared like a wounded lion as his big, bloated balls were flattened underneath Simon’s bare feet.

“They’re about to pop!” Simon exclaimed. “I feel it!” He stomped down hard on Chad’s left testicle, making Chad scream in pain.

Kev, Zach and the rest of the guys were cupping their crotches, wincing in sympathy.

“Oh my”, Sammy smiled, “I guess you have to say goodbye to your manhood, Chad. I’m sure you had a great time with your nuts, but it looks like it’s over. You didn’t want to have kids, did you?”

Chad was screaming from the top of his lungs as Simon stomped on his nuts as if he was a peasant woman squishing grapes in a beautiful rural village in France.

“Well, I hope you made a visit to the sperm bank”, Sammy continued, grinning. “Cause it looks like your balls are going to be useless once Simon is finished with you…”

“Ooh, they are starting to give!” Simon was panting heavily. He was jerking his cock like crazy.

Chad had his eyes clenched shut and his mouth wide open. Tears were running down his face as he screamed in agony.

“Finish them, Simon”, Sammy said casually. “I don’t think we can save them anyway…”

There was a collective gasp from the watching guys.

“They are close, they are close!” Simon yelled, stomping his feet like a German soldier on his way through the rural village in France where the peasant women were squishing grapes.

“Your balls are history, Chad”, Sammy said.

“That’s it, that’s it!” Simon shrieked. “I can feel them pop!”

“Holy shit!” Zach whispered as the other guys were watching Chad's junk with utter fascination.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Chad’s shriveled, tiny cock came to life. It grew and grew quickly until it stood at full mast. Chad was too busy screaming and shrieking to notice what he hadn’t seen in months: a big, raging erection.

Simon continued squishing and squashing his nuts.

“Now, now!” Simon shrieked. With thunderous force, the first batch of cum erupted from Simon’s cock, finding its way straight into Chad’s open mouth and making the handsome stud retch and gag.

Spurt after spurt of creamy spunk splattered onto Chad’s tongue and into his throat. A couple of jets landed on his face, covering his three-day stubble and his handsome face in a thick layer of potent cream.

Apparently the oral administration of Simon’s special syrup worked wonders. Chad’s own cock twitched and jerked wildly. With an low, guttural roar, Chad had his first orgasm in ages. His cock erupted like a volcano, sending his pent-up sperm flying up into the air. The first couple of jets splattered against the ceiling before dripping down onto Simon and Chad.

Simon and Chad were screaming and panting as their simultaneous orgasms rocked their bodies.

Zach, Kev and the rest of the guys erupted in cheers and Applause - even though some of them looked as if they wouldn't have minded a different outcome...

Simon continued stomping on Chad’s testicles as his cock unloaded into Chad’s face and his open mouth.

Finally Simon’s orgasm subsided, but Chad’s was far from over. His cock continued shooting like a geyser, sending his gooey spunk flying all over the place. Dozens and dozens of creamy spurts erupted from his cock as Simon squished his bloated nuts flat.

Minutes later, the spurts had turned into a steady flow of creamy cum that oozed onto the table.

Simon stepped down from the table, almost slipping on the gooey jizz that covered the surface.

Chad looked down at his genitals. His nuts were bruised and battered, ridiculously swollen and seriously damaged. But he had a blissful smile on his pain-contorted face as he looked down at his boner.

Sammy grinned. “Looks like it worked…”

Chad ignored him, grimacing and groaning in pain, examining his cock and balls.

Sammy chuckled and patted Simon’s back. “Good work.”

The audience clapped their hands.

Simon grinned sheepishly and took a bow, breathing heavily. “My pleasure”, he mumbled, wiping his cum-covered hands on his grey pants. His spent cock was hanging out of his fly, glistening with jizz.

Chad looked up. “Thanks!” he whispered. “Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome”, Sammy said. “You better clean yourself up, you look like a slut.”

The guys watching burst out laughing.

Chad's eyes widened and he quickly limped into the bathroom.

I turned to Sammy. “Wow”, I said. “I thought you were just having fun with him. Seriously, I’m amazed! So this was all part of the plan?”

Sammy smiled.

“You brought him to the point where he thought he might lose his nuts for good, thereby breaking his psychological barrier and making him realize that the cure is in his own mind in an unusual but very effective therapeutic approach to psychosomatic erectile dysfunction”, I said slowly. “Incredible! I’m very sorry. I underestimated you.”

Sammy shrugged. “Or maybe we just wanted to pop his balls.”