Friday, October 10, 2014

Diagnosis Softballs: Shock treatment

Featured in this story: ChadKevSammy and Vince (click for pictures)

It had been two weeks since my 30 year old cameraman Chad had revealed a serious and embarrassing problem to us: For a couple of months, he hadn’t been able to get hard or blow his load. Every man would be worried in a situation like this, and Chad was no different. The fact that the handsome hunk prided himself of being a lady’s man didn’t make it easier for him to admit that his meat and two veg were an utter failure right now.

Of course, our models had jumped at the chance to get Chad some treatment, and they had come up with a couple of rather inventive methods to bring Little Chad back to full health.

“Did you do what we told you?” Sammy, the lanky 18 year old redhead asked.

He was standing next to Erik, Vince and Kev who looked at Chad expectantly.

Erik was my assistant, a handsome blond 19 year old who lowered the average nut count among the assembled boys significantly since his sack only housed a single testicle after a nasty incident back in Europe. Biologically, he was just half a man, but he made up for it with an ego that was big enough for two men…

Vince was one year older than Erik. He was our technician and prep guy who had a way of coming up with fresh and new ideas to crack our models nuts. He had brown hair and green eyes and a shy smile on his face.

Kev was 20 years old, just like Vince, but their personalities couldn’t be more different. Kev was a handsome, confident jock, a muscular alpha male with a great sense of humor.

Chad frowned at them and dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Vince gasped as he saw Chad’s junk. Sammy cringed in sympathy. Kev and Erik broke out laughing. I averted my gaze.

Sammy cleared his throat. “They--- Well, things look better than two weeks ago…”

“You think so?” Chad muttered, looking down at his genitals.

His cock was limp and wrinkly. Below it, his sack was literally black and blue. His balls were bruised and ridiculously swollen, filling out his scrotum and stretching the skin of his sack.

Chad had a pained expression on his face. “I punched them every time I said a swear word”, he said, grimacing. “It was a fucking nightmare and---“ He stopped and sighed. Then he grabbed his balls and held them tightly. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fist before he punched his battered balls with a resounding THWACK.

The rest of the guys watched him, chuckling.

Chad’s eyes watered and he doubled over, whimpering and covering his nuts.

“Good”, Sammy said. “You’ll have to continue with that until we are done. That’s the only way we’re going to be able to save your nuts!”

Chad looked miserable. “Okay”, he whispered.

Sammy smiled. “Great. Now today we’ll use a combination of two very effective techniques to speed up the healing process. Vince?”

Vince nodded and cleared his throat. “Take your jeans off, please”, he said softly as he walked to the far end of the studio where he had set up a small table. On the tabletop sat a wooden shelf with two egg-sized cavities in the middle of which were two small metal pins. Next to the shelf there was a little gadget that looked like a two-legged fork with similar pins at the ends. Both the fork and the shelf were wired to an electrical socket.

Chad took of his jeans and followed Vince, his battered, bruised balls slapping against his thighs with every step. When he saw the contraption, he gulped.

“Put your testicles in here, please”, Vince smiled gently and pointed at the two cavities.

Chad cleared his throat. “What are you going to do?”

Vince looked at Sammy.

“Oh”, Sammy said with a smile, “nothing fancy. We want to jump start your reproductive system, right?”

Chad nodded slowly.

“That’s why we have come up with a bit of shock therapy”, Sammy explained.

Chad paled. “You’re going to fry my nuts?” he said in a toneless voice.

“Don’t worry”, Sammy said. “It’s totally safe.”

I looked at Vince. “You tested it, right?”

Vince blushed. “Well, kinda”, he mumbled. “Let me show you.” He reached below the table and produced two brown hen’s eggs. Carefully, he put them into the cavities.

Chad watched him, absentmindedly fondling his own balls that were going to replace the two eggs after they had been treated to a nice, healthy dose of electricity.

Vince placed the two-legged fork on the eggs and pressed a button. There were little sparks flying as the electricity went through the two eggs, making them shake in their places and rattle as their shells bumped against the wood.

Vince watched them, a satisfied grin on his face, as he pushed the button, released it, pushed it again and released it again. He repeated the procedure until the shells started cracking and boiled egg white made its way out of the shell.

Chad squirmed and grimaced as he imagined his own eggs getting fried like that.

“This should do”, Vince said finally. “Now they are very hot and we have to quench them so that they harden.” He looked at Chad. “We don’t want to use cold water, that’d be too brutal.” He looked at Kev who grinned.

“I’m ready”, Kev chuckled.

Vince put on a glove, lifted one egg and threw it at Kev.

Kev lifted his leg and kicked the egg as hard as he could, smashing it into little pieces that flew through the air, landing on the ground with wet splats.

Chad watched the second egg being treated exactly the same way, then he looked at the floor were the remains of the two eggs were scattered.

He gulped, cupping his balls with his hands. “But---“

Vince bit his lower lip. “Yes, I know. That won’t happen with your eggs, of course.”

“But you have tried it on a human, right?” Sammy said.

Vince blushed. “Well, no.”

Sammy raised his eyebrows. “I completely understand your worries”, he said to Chad. “This may look brutal but it’s very efficient. It will make your soft balls harder and more resilient.”

Chad grimaced.

“Alright”, Sammy said. “We’ll demonstrate it for you.” He looked at Vince, then at Kev. Finally his eyes rested on Erik who slowly shook his head.

“Erik”, Sammy said with an evil grin. “We’ll test it on your nut. It’s healthy, right? You have nothing to fear…”

“Why me?” Erik protested. “Why don’t you---“

“That’s obvious, right?” Sammy interrupted him, smiling sweetly. “We don’t want to waste electricity…”

Kev chuckled.

Chad shifted uncomfortably.

Behind his back, Sammy pointed at Chad and gestured wildly.

At first, Erik didn’t seem to understand. Then it dawned on him that his protests made it even more unlikely that Chad would continue the treatment. And it was obvious that Erik wanted to see him suffer.

“Okay”, Erik said slowly. “Sure, let’s use my nut for the demonstration.”

He opened his trousers and dropped them. Apparently, he had enjoyed watching the two eggs get shocked, probably looking forward to Chad’s bruised balls taking their place. His cock was hard and pointing to the ceiling. Below it, his single testicles hung lonely in its sack. It was pretty big, but it looked small in comparison to Chad’s full set of bruised, swollen balls.

“Sure”, he repeated. “No problem. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen, right?” He thought for a moment and grimaced. “Anyway, let’s do it.” He stood in front of Vince’s contraption and placed his testicle in one of the cavities. The other cavity remained empty, and Erik seemed a little bit sad as he looked down at his single ball. He put on a brave smile and inhaled deeply. “Alright”, he said a little bit too cheerfully. “Do it.”

Vince smiled and put the fork on Erik’s nut.

Erik gritted his teeth. He looked at Chad and smiled. “See”, he hissed between his clenched teeth. “Nothing to be afraid of…”

Kev and Sammy chuckled as Chad stared at Erik’s testicle.

Vince pushed the button, sending a burst of electricity through Erik’s testicle.

“Aaaaarghhhh!” Erik screamed from the top of his lungs as his poor spud was roasted like a chestnut on Christmas Day.

Kev, Sammy and Chad cringed in sympathy.

Erik’s fingertips whitened as he clutched the tabletop, his mouth wide open, his head thrown back, shrieking in agony.

Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and the cervical artery stood out on his neck as his head turned red like a ripe tomato.

Finally, Vince released the button and lifted the fork.

Erik continued screaming, staring down at his nut. The few fuzzy hair that had covered his sac had disappeared, and his sac had assumed the same color as his face, a fashionable, sophisticated ruby red.

“Quench it”, Vince said, smiling.

Erik didn’t stop screaming as he stepped to the side and spread his legs, his teary eyes wide open.

Kev chuckled and took his position in front of him. He brought his leg back and kicked Erik’s crotch as hard as he could. His instep made contact with Erik’s lone nut, flattening it against his pelvis.

Erik’s scream stopped abruptly. His eyes bulged and he let out a cough.

Quickly, Kev kicked his testicle two more times, hitting the roasted nut dead-on and making Erik’s eyes cross in a comical grimace before he sank to his knees and collapsed on the ground.

Chad watched him writhe on the floor, cupping his crotch and moaning in pain.

“I don’t know”, he said, a skeptical expression on his face.

Sammy smiled. “It’s a bit unconventional, but this is the only way you’ll be able to keep your precious jewels. You do want to keep them, right?”

Chad stared at him. “Sure!” he blurted out. “Why the fuck should I---“

Sammy smiled sympathetically.

Chad sighed and balled his fist. Holding his nuts in position with his left hand, he punched them with his right, flattening both of his fat orbs and letting out an anguished scream.

Sammy knelt down next to Erik and patted his head. “How are you?” he asked gently. “Everything alright?”

Erik gritted his teeth. “Sure”, he said in a strained voice. “Everything’s fine.”

Sammy chuckled. “So do you think Chad should do it?”

“Yup”, Erik said. “Of course.” He looked down at his nut that was bruised, red and swollen. “My nut never felt better”, he whispered.

Chad cleared his throat. “Alright”, he said, limping towards the table. “Let’s get it over with…”

“Excellent”, Vince said, pointing at the two cavities. “Just put your testicles in here.”

Chad grimaced as he placed his balls on the wooden shelf.

“Hmm”, Vince said, raising his eyebrows.

Chad’s balls were so bloated and swollen that they didn’t fit.

“One sec”, Vince said. He held the fork upside down and lifted it above Chad’s nuts. Then he slammed down, ramming the handle into the soft flesh of Chad’s right nut. Chad let out an ear-piercing shriek as his nut was jammed into the cavity, the contact pin digging painfully into the underside of his testicle.

Vince was satisfied and repeated the maneuver with Chad’s left nut, swiftly hammering down on it so that it squeezed into the cavity.

Chad yodeled like a Berchtesgaden peasant woman, looking down at his bloated, wedged testicles in sheer horror.

“Alright”, Vince said, wiping the sweat from his brow. He placed the fork on Chad’s nuts so that the two pins dug deep into his squishy meatballs.

Chad let out a yelp.

“Wait”, Erik groaned, straightened. “I don’t want to miss it!” A gleeful smile had returned to his face as he nursed his battered testicle.

Vince winked at Chad and pressed the button.

Immediately, Chad started screaming like a pig in a slaughterhouse as his balls were fried by the electric current. Sparks and bolts of lightning flew as Vince sent waves of shock through Chad’s poor, swollen testicles.

Vince made sure to press the contacts deep into Chad’s meaty gonads, making them sizzle and frizzle as Chad was wailing in agony.

The smell of burnt hair filled the room as the hair on Chad’s sac evaporated.

Vince released the button and lifted the fork. He licked his fingertip and touched Chad’s nuts before drawing his hand away.

Chad was screaming from the top of his lungs.

Apparently, Vince’s expert opinion was that Chad’s testicles hadn’t suffered enough. Without further ado, Vince applied the fork again and pushed the button.

Chad’s screams grew louder and louder as more electricity ran through his nuts.

Kev, Sammy and Erik watched Chad’s nuts get roasted, chuckling and cringing in mock sympathy.

Finally, Vince decided that Chad had enough.

“Quench them”, he said matter-of-factly.

Chad’s glassy eyes shifted towards his junk as he continued screaming from the top of his lungs.

“Oh”, Vince said, chuckling. “Let me help you.”

He grabbed Chad’s sack by the neck and yanked his balls up hard. With a loud PLOP they popped out of the cavities, steaming with heat.

Vince helped Chad wobble to the side and spread his legs.

Kev cracked his knuckles. Focusing on his target, he took a couple of steps back. Then, with a running start, he kicked Chad’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

Chad’s scream turned into a miserable gurgle as his eyes slowly crossed and his eyebrows rose in a comical grimace.

Kev brought his leg back and kicked Chad’s roasted nuts again, hitting them as hard as he could ramming them into his pelvis.

Chad’s fat babymakers were crunched flat by Kev’s kick and he let out a high-pitched yelp.

A third time, Kev’s instep collided with Chad’s big, bloated balls, slamming them into his body and lifting him of the ground.

Chad screamed in agony and collapsed on the ground, kicking his legs and clutching his gonads. His brown hair was wet with sweat.

“Fuck!” Chad screamed. “Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!”

Sammy chuckled. “Keep a tally, Vince.”

Vince nodded and wrote something down.

Half an hour later, Chad was sitting on a chair, Sammy kneeling in front of him, surrounded by the rest of us.

Chad was groaning in pain as Sammy rolled his nuts around in his hands.

“They’re still squishy”, Sammy mumbled, sinking his thumbs into Chad’s soft orbs, making him yelp and shift on his seat. Sammy rolled his eyes. “Hold still”, he said and slapped Chad’s nuts with the palm of his hands, shutting him up and making him cough.

Sammy let go of Chad’s nuts and pulled at Chad’s limp dick, holding its head with his thumb and forefinger. “It doesn’t look good for Little Chad”, Sammy said, sighing. “In fact, he looks even smaller than last time.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “We’ll see what the shock treatment did, but I’m afraid we’ll have to do another session.”

Chad whimpered. “Oh, no.”

Sammy looked at him. “We’ve been through this, Chad”, he said sternly. “You don’t want to lose your nuts, right?”

Chad nodded.

“Good”, Sammy said. “Then we’ll have to do whatever it takes to save them.”

Chad nodded.

Sammy smiled and handed Chad a slip of paper.

“This”, Sammy said, “is the final tally.”

Chad looked at the paper where the number 56 was encircled with red ink.

“That’s the number of swear words you said in the last 30 minutes”, Sammy said. “Quite impressive, actually.” He chuckled. “I suggest you start working right now. We’ve got no time to lose…”

Chad let out a pitiful sob and looked down at his two bloated, swollen testicles that were sitting on the seat between his thighs. He balled his fist and inhaled deeply.

“That’s it”, Sammy grinned as Chad slammed his fist into his own balls. “That’s the spirit.”


BB_Daddy said...

Aww...poor Chad. I can't help but rooting for him to recover even if he's a bit of jerk. Hope this shrinking-limping state isn't permanent. He's my top 2 favorite hunk along with Zach so Sammy better know what he's doing! xD

Chad Fan said...

I was getting worried about Chad's absence. It's great to know that he's doing... just fine (:

Great story, and nice to see the guys getting into the action a bit.

Maybe the next story could be a house call? Just poor Chad moping around his sad bachelor pad. What's he think about when he first wakes up in the morning? Does he miss having morning wood?
How big was his dick originally?

Or, maybe Chad answers a knock at his door, and meets a hot plumber. Chad is suspicious, and thinks he's being set up by the guys with such an obviously "gay" ploy. So Chad demands that this stranger "do what he came to do" to Chad's balls, and be on his way. Chad practically argues the Plumber into kicking him in the nuts.

The plumber is obviously confused at first, and Chad has to come up with all the ideas. Eventually though, the plumber is only too happy to get inventive with Chad's nuts.

Of course when Chad reports in at the studio, the team has to decide whether or not to tell him that they didn't send the plumber.

Maybe the plumber is a... hot, hairy, Italian guy about Chad's age?

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback, guys!

We'll, we can't really know for sure what's going to happen. Let's keep our fingers crossed for poor Chad... :-)

@Chad Fan:
Don't worry, there are more chapters coming... :-))
Right now there's no house call planned - but I love your idea and I'll see what I can do...

Chad Fan said...

Thanks! Any hints about what's in store for Chad next?

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, Chad Fan!

Hmm, let's see, the boys will be doing everything in their powers to make Chad get better. There's going to be some ball stretching in the next part (that's very therapeutic, right?) and Chad's nuts might come into contact with hot and cold liquids. And in the finale, there'll be a mallet and the oral administration of salty syrup... :-))

I've thought about your house call idea and I want to write a story about that. It'll probably be part 4, making it a 5-part-story.

I'm planning on publishing the upcoming chapters in November and December, so by the end of the year we'll know whether Little Chad will make it. Keep your fingers crossed! ;-)

Alex said...

Oh, another thought: You could send me an email ( and we could exchange some ideas for the house call story if you're interested...

Chad Fan said...

I shall!