Tuesday, May 19, 2015

From stud to dud: JUNK-A-BRO-LOOZA! (part 3)

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:
JUNK-A-BRO-LOOZA! (part 2)

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“There’s one contestant left!” The Bush shouted. “And he’s in it to win it! Put your hands together for our last little cock - Hamster Dick!”

“FUCK YEAH!” Rocco roared, as the crowd broke into fits of laughter and clapping. He craned his head, scanning the audience from the chair he was strapped to. Where were Bucky and Shawn?

“Sounds like someone’s excited!” The Bush chuckled. “Hamster Dick, you’ve made it to the final round - proving you’ve got the nuts, and the mental capacity, to be on this stage.” He tilted the mic toward Rocco. “Tell the audience what it’s like to have the BIGGEST NUTS IN THE ROOM!”

Rocco cracked an inebriated grin. “It’s hard to walk, Mr. Bush.”

“I bet it is!” The Bush shook his head. “Hamster Dick - do you have some big hairy NUTS?!?”

“Fuck yes!” Rocco yelled.

“THEN SHOUT IT LIKE YOU’VE GOT A PAIR!” The Bush yelled into Rocco’s face.

“FUCK YES - I’VE GOT SOME BIG HAIRY NUTS!” Rocco roared, causing the audience to break into wild cheers.

“ALRIGHT!” The Bush shouted, stepping to the front of the stage. “Here are the rules, folks! We have three rounds. Three Questions per round. Every time a question is answered incorrectly, Hamster Dick gets a hammer to his BIG TOUGH NUTS!”

“WOOOOO!” Rocco shouted.

“If he makes it through the game without giving up OR getting his nuts popped, then he gets the BIG MONEY!” The Bush yelled as the sound of tumbling coins rumbled from the PA system. “But“, The Bush grinned, “if someone else pops his nuts, before Rocco gives up, then that person gets the money. How’s that for an incentive, huh?”

The audience clapped and cheered.

“If the bell rings, the person swinging the hammer gets to go again“, The Bush continued. “If the bell doesn’t ring, the guy swinging the hammer gets replaced - and you can count on us to make it painful...” He chuckled as the room filled with the cheers and laughter of the crowd. “So who wants to be the first guy to take a crack at Hamster Dick’s NUTS?!?!”

Hundreds of hands rose into the air as almost everyone in the audience wanted to take a shot at Rocco’s balls.

“Ahhh!” The Bush laughed as he spotted a familiar face. “Jack The Jackhammer- let’s see if you can live up to your name!”

Jack climbed onto the stage, accompanied by the frenetic applause of the crowd.

“How are you?” The Bush grinned before playfully smacking Jack in the balls with the back of his hand. “And how are your nuts?”

Jack let out a surprised grunt and doubled over.

The Bush raised his eyebrows. “Still tender, huh? Sorry, sometimes I don’t know my own strength.” He turned to the audience. “I may have a little dick, but these guns are cocked!” He chuckled, showing off his biceps, before turning around to look at Rocco. “Hamster Dick, are you ready to take a hammer to the sack?”

Rocco grinned. “Mr. Bush, it better be a big hammer!”

The Bush gestured to an approaching stagehand. “You tell me!”

Jack was handed a large, heavy hammer, and the scruffy slacker grunted at the weight. It was ridiculously huge, with a big wooden head, emblazoned with the NutJuice logo in bright red lettering.

Rocco stared at the hammer, his eyes wide, then looked back down to his nuts, and cleared his throat. “Sure, that’s big enough.” He chuckled weakly.

The Bush smacked Rocco on the back. “Just remember, the rules are easy. You give up - no one gets the cash. You make it through nine questions with your nuts intact - you get the money.” The Bush crossed his arms. “But... if your nuts pop - then the guy with the hammer gets the money.” The Bush nodded to Jack.

The scruffy slacker nodded back, and tightened his grip on the massive hammer.

“So, question number one!” The Bush rolled his shoulders, reading from a card in his hand. “Let’s talk about cock. Hamster Dick, what’s the most common nickname guys have for their penis?”

Rocco snorted. “What? How am I supposed to know?” Rocco laughed. “I mean... like, in the showers at the gym, guys don’t just talk about... well, actually, they do... I dunno - maybe…” He shrugged. “Dick?”

The Bush smiled at Rocco. “Well, Hamster Dick… Let’s see… Is that the right answer?”

The sound of a buzzer droned from the PA.


“Oooooohhh“, The Bush cringed in mock-sympathy. “Wrong answer, Hamster Dick.”

“That was a hard one...” Rocco laughed nervously, as Jack stepped forward with the hammer.

“I got an even harder one“, Jack grinned, and motioned to his tented shorts. The scruffy slacker raised the hammer above his head with a grunt, and slammed it down onto the bullseye, squashing Rocco’s nuts flat underneath.


“FUCK!” Rocco let out an anguished grunt as his nuts were crunched. At the same time, the puck shot up the tower and slammed into the bell.


The crowd went wild.

“Good job, Jackhammer!” The Bush chuckled.

“Thanks“, Jack grinned, clutching his hard dick through his shorts.

Rocco’s face was contorted in pain and he was panting heavily. His rock hard dick twitched violently above his smashed nuts. They felt like they were on fire. Amazingly, they were still intact.

“How’re those big tough nuts doing Hamster Dick?” The Bush grinned and held the mic in front of Rocco’s face.

“I... ugh... oh god... fine... Fine, Mr. Bush“, Rocco wheezed.

The Bush chuckled and pointed at Rocco’s nuts. “Well, your nuts don’t look so fine to me… You better get the next question right or the contents of your sack might splatter all over the stage. And we don’t want that... Or do we?” He turned to the audience. “What do you say, folks?”

The room was filled with cheers and yells.

“Uh-oh, Hamster Dick“, The Bush grimaced in mock-sympathy. “Looks like they want to see balls pop. How’s that make you feel?”

Rocco gritted it his teeth. “Not... great.”

The Bush patted Rocco’s shoulder. “Are you gonna show them who has the BIGGEST NUTS IN THE ROOM?!?!”

Rocco shook his head, trying to clear it. “Yes.”

“YES WHAT!?!” The Bush shouted, and gave Rocco’s nuts a little tap.


The audience broke into a loud roar, stomping their feet.

Rocco blinked, and smiled weakly.

The Bush chuckled. “We’ll see.” The Bush looked at his card. “Next question. If I wanted to ‘dock’ my dick with you, Hamster Dick, one of us would need something neither of us has. What is it?”

Rocco stared at him.

The Bush waited for a moment. “It’s something neither of us has... So we could ‘dock’ our dicks...” He flipped up his kilt, and flashed Rocco his little circumcised cock.

Rocco shrugged. “Um... scissors?”

“What?” The Bush blinked.


“Wrong answer again“, The Bush shrugged and threw the card into the audience. “Hammer away, Jackhammer!”

Once again, Jack rose the hammer above his head, grunting with effort, before slamming it down onto the bullseye and flattening Rocco’s balls like a pancake.



Rocco let out an agonized groan as his already traumatized testicles were squashed by the hammer.

“Oooooh!” The Bush laughed. “Let’s see that again in slow motion.”

Everybody looked at the screens were the flattening of Rocco’s nuts played out again at an agonizingly slow speed. It almost looked as if they were about to burst out of Rocco’s sack. When the hammer rose again, they stayed flat for a moment, until they hesitantly bobbed back into shape.

“Look at his little dick“, Jack laughed, pointing at the screen were a blotch of jizz splattered out of Rocco’s cock, as if it had been forced out of his balls.

The audience roared with laughter.

“Maybe his nuts aren’t so tough after all“, Jack grinned.

The Bush chuckled. “Yeah, maybe they aren’t - but how are YOU doing, Jackhammer? You look a little out of breath...”

Jack wiped his forehead and grinned weakly. “Don’t worry about me, man.”

“Alright! How about you, Hamster Dick? How are those big hairy nuts? They weren’t smashed into little wimp nut pieces, right?”

Rocco grimaced, looking at his big sore nuts. “No...”

The Bush chuckled. “Alright, let’s move on to the next question. There’s a common saying about dicks, and it goes like this, ‘Size…’”

A grin spread on Rocco’s face. “Oh, that’s easy. Twelve and a half inches!”

The Bush tossed his card to the floor. “You--- What?! No, the question is---”


“Whatever”, The Bush rolled his eyes as the crowd broke into riotous laughter. “Slam ‘em, Jackhammer!”

Jack raised the hammer above his head. He was struggling to hold it steady as beads of sweat ran down his face. He sent it down onto the bullseye but his aim was a little off, and the hammer struck left of the bullseye, smashing Rocco’s right nut flat.


Rocco gagged.

Jack looked up at the tower. The puck didn’t reach the bell.

No ding.

The Bush held his hand to his ear. “Did you hear that?”

Jack laughed nervously.

“That’s the sound of your NUTS getting SMASHED, Jack!” The Bush yelled.

The audience went wild.

“We need a new volunteer!” The Bush raised his arms. “We---”

Before he could go on, Shawn stormed onto the stage, bare naked, his huge schlong smacking against his thighs.

“Long Shawn Silver!” The Bush chuckled. “Welcome back!”

Shawn grabbed the mic and yelled, “Seems like guys with big dicks got no stamina!”

Jack stared at him.

Shawn frowned. “It was a joke dickhead. You--- Oh, never mind.” The redhead brought his leg back and slammed it into Jack’s big, bulging balls, ramming them into his pelvis.


Jack’s nuts exploded into chunky paste inside his scruffy blonde sack. He shook violently as his huge erect dick unloaded ropes of steamy spunk, splashing inside his shorts. The last batch of live sperm that Jack would ever produce dribbled down his hairy legs and spattered on the stage.

The scruffy slacker let out a retching cough. “Not… funny... dude.” Jack sank to the ground, his dick still emptying into his cum stained shorts. He shuddered and fell on his side, groaning.

“Oh, dear“, The Bush scratched his head, staring at Jack’s tented, wet crotch. “I hope he made a deposit at the sperm bank.”

A couple of stagehands dragged Jack off the stage as Shawn watched him with a satisfied grin on his face. His own balls were still aching from Jack’s kick. But there was no denying – Jack got it worse. Shawn chuckled. He’d never have sex again. Nice.

“Alright“, The Bush said. “For the next round of questions we’ll gag you, Hamster Dick. You can call anyone you like, and that person is going to answer your questions for you.”

Rocco stared at the gag. His nuts were killing him. And the sight of Jack’s emasculation had left Rocco with a shred of doubt about the stability of his own testicles. He looked down, eyeing his stretched, bloated, and bruised balls suspiciously.

“Come on, who do you want us to call?” The Bush asked, dangling the gag in front of Rocco’s face.

Rocco thought for a moment. Who was the smartest person he knew? “Bucky“, he blurted out. “Call Bucky.”

“Ahhh, The Stoner With The Tiny Boner“, The Bush grinned while stuffing Rocco’s mouth with the gag. “I hope his brain is bigger than his cock…”

Rocco nodded emphatically and gave a muffled response.

The Bush turned to the audience. “While we’re getting the phone attached to the PA, enjoy the Juicy Boys!”

As The Bush walked off stage, a dozen half-naked Go-Go-Boys stormed on stage and swung their impressive packages at the audience.

Shawn tromped over to Rocco, dragging the hammer after him. “This is awesome, buddy!” he grinned and pulled the gag down.

Rocco stared at him. “Yeah, Bucky’s smart, but I don’t know if I can take another hit if he gets a question wrong.” He looked down at his throbbing nuts. “I think I’ve had enough.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows. “You don’t get it, dickhead! This is like a win-win-situation!”

Rocco stared dumbly at Shawn.

“Listen to me“, Shawn said emphatically, a huge grin on his face. “If you win, we get the money. And if I win, we get the money, too!” Shawn frowned. “You just can’t quit! Then no one gets the money!”

“I might need to quit...” Rocco groaned. “I’ll give you a sign if I’ve had enough, okay? I’ll mpffgrmpf---”

Shawn pushed the gag back inside Rocco’s mouth. “Okay, buddy.”

The sound of a dialing phone came over the PA.

“We’re back!” The Bush said, storming onto stage.

The Go-Go-Boys departed, and The Bush chuckled as they passed him, their big hard dicks swinging from side to side. “You like that, huh?” The Bush chuckled before lifting his kilt and exposing his hairy crotch with his stump of a dick and his huge, dangling low-hangers. “How about this?!”

The crowd went wild.

A crackle sounded from over the PA. The phone had been answered.

“Hello?” came Bucky’s raspy voice over the club’s speakers.

“Stoner!” The Bush yelled into his headset. “How are you?”

“I’m--- Oh god, please don’t---” Bucky mumbled.

“Stoner?” The Bush said with a quizzical expression on his face.

“I’m here--- I’m gonna--- nrrrgh, DUDE!” Bucky started giggling over the PA.

“Stoner?!” The Bush chuckled. “Your friend Hamster Dick is here, and his balls are on the line. Let me ask you a question, okay?”

Bucky gasped. “---okay, okay, okay---“

“Okay“, The Bush mumbled. “Here it is... You’re in a doctor’s office Complete this sentence: ‘Turn your head and---’”

Rocco’s eyes lit up. Doctor stuff! Bucky knew this!

“FUCK!” Bucky yelled.

The Bush raised his eyebrows. “Maybe you didn’t understand the question. Finish this sentence. ‘Turn your head and---”

“No... I, aaaaah, I heard--- FUCK!” Bucky groaned.

The Bush shrugged.


“Wrong answer I’m afraid“, The Bush grinned and motioned for Shawn to swing the hammer.

Shawn raised the hammer high above his head and sent it crashing down onto the bullseye, hitting it dead-on with devastating force.



Rocco’s meaty nuts were viciously flattened, and he screamed into his gag. A white jet of cum shot out of his dick, splattering across his hairy chest and bearded face.

“Yeah!” Shawn cheered and jumped around on the stage, doing the helicopter, which drove the audience wild.

Rocco was panting heavily through his nose, as his own spunk dribbled down his pain wracked face. Muffled, frantic screams came from his mouth.

Shawn looked at Rocco’s hairy nuts. They looked huge and ready to burst any second. They probably wouldn’t last much longer… He looked into Rocco’s face.

Rocco’s eyes were wide open and he blinked frantically, shaking his head and screaming into his gag.

Shawn shrugged. They’d win either way.

“Stoner, ready for the next question?” The Bush yelled.

Bucky groaned. “Another? What happened to the first one?”

The Bush frowned. “You got it wrong.”

“Oh! Sorry“, Bucky chuckled. “I--- no, it’s cool, keep going--- dude, no teeth... okay, actually---”

“Okay.” The Bush looked at his card. “This one’s easy. If you’ve got a big dick, you might say you’re ‘Hung Like A---’?”

Bucky giggled. “Dude, I gotta be honest with you. I’m pretty baked right now--- and---” The stoner let out a long, shuddering groan. “And kinda in the--- oh god--- middle of something.”

The Bush sighed. “I’ll give you a hint - the answer is an animal.”

“That’s like... ugh--- a zoology question.” Bucky mumbled. “I gotta--- jeeze--- know it.”

The Bush tapped his foot impatiently. “Well... do you?”

The phone rattled over the PA, and there was the sound of a lighter clicking.

“Stoner?” The Bush yelled into his headset. “An animal? We’re looking for an animal?”

“Animal? I--- oh, god --- I don’t know. Eagle?” Bucky coughed. “Or, like maybe a shark?”


The Bush chuckled. “Not even close.” He looked at Shawn and nodded.

Shawn raised the hammer and looked at Rocco.

Rocco was shaking his head frantically.

“Think about the money, big guy!” Shawn said cheerfully before smashing the hammer down with all the force he could muster.



Rocco eyes opened wide. His body froze. His dick shot a gigantic spurt of cum that splattered right into Rocco’s face, dripping down from his nose and chin.

Rocco retched and gagged while Shawn was cheering and doing the helicopter again.

The Bush was cupping his own crotch in sympathy. “Damn, that sounded nasty…” He walked over to Rocco and checked his nuts. They were bloated and bruised. The Bush poked them with his index finger, making Rocco scream into his gag and struggle against his restraints.

“Hamster Dick, I think your nuts are on their way out“, The Bush grimaced.

Rocco was struggling and screaming and shaking his head frantically. His face was covered in cum. He looked like the star in a bukkake video.

“Listen, are you sure you want to go on?” The Bush asked.

Rocco shook his head violently.

“Hey, big guy“, Shawn stood next to The Bush and smiled at Rocco. “Are you giving me ‘the sign’?”

Rocco’s eyes widened and he nodded his head emphatically.

“We agreed on a sign beforehand“, Shawn smiled at The Bush. “It means – HE’S GOOD FOR ANOTHER ROUND!”

The audience erupted in cheers and applause.

The Bush chuckled and slapped Rocco on his back. “You’re a trouper!” He turned to the crowd. “Give it up for Hamster Dick!”

Rocco screamed against his gag.

“Stoner!” The Bush yelled. “Last question for this round!”

“Yes“, Bucky groaned. “Oh, fuck yes, dude!”

“Here it comes“, The Bush looked at his card. “Yes or No. Does Spiderman have eight dicks?”

“Dude!” Bucky shouted. “Spiderman? What--- Dude! OH FUCK YES DUDE! YES!!!!”


The Bush inhaled sharply. “Wow. I don’t don’t know how we know this - but it says here he only has one.” He turned to Rocco and smiled. “Sorry, Hamster Dick.”

Shawn raised the hammer over his head and adopted a wide stance.

Rocco was shaking his head frantically, screaming and yelling into his gag. His eyes were wide open and filled with fear.

Shawn chuckled. This was gonna get messy.

Suddenly, someone stormed onto the stage, causing the audience to hoot and cheer.

“Hey!” The Bush yelled. “What the fuck?!”

Quint rushed towards Shawn, wearing nothing but his t-shirt- with his big, dangling balls, his furry pubes and dickless crotch fully exposed.

Completely oblivious, Shawn winked at Rocco, the hammer raised high above his head.

Rocco shook his head, screaming into the gag. “NOOOOOO!”

Quint sent his bare foot up between Shawn’s spread legs from behind. His instep connected with Shawn’s huge gonads like a freight train


At first, Shawn thought his nuts were fine. In a moment, he'd spin around, and bust the nuts of whoever just kicked him. But then the pain set in. A real deep pain, like nothing Shawn had ever felt before. Pain that made his dick go rock hard, and launch a rapid volley of cum into Rocco's face. The redhead's hips bucked with each painful spurt, dousing the confused Rocco from head to toe.

Shawn's big round nuts, and they were truly round, almost like pool balls, just weren't there anymore. He was emptying what was left of them all over Rocco. His nuts. His great big hairy man nuggets. His favorite things to wash in the shower. The rolling bulge in his biker pants. The hefty danglers he tea-bagged dudes with...

Pulverized. Applesauce. Gone forever.

The redhead spurt one final chunky load onto Rocco's face. Shawn's final load as a guy with balls, hanging from his best friend's nose. He tried to think of something clever to say...

“Meep”, Shawn squeaked.

The hammer dropped down on Rocco’s nuts.



Rocco screamed in pain.

As Quint stepped back, the audience broke into deafening cheers.

A second later, Shawn toppled forward into Rocco, causing him and the contraption he was in to tip over.

“Hey!” The Bush yelled, stomping over to Quint. He put his hand on the cowboy’s shoulder and pulled him around, noticing Quint’s missing member for the first time. “Whoa! Dude, where’s your dick?”

Quint looked surprised. He pointed at Shawn. “Over there.”

The Bush squinted. “What?”

Quint brought his leg back, and kicked The Bush in the crotch as hard as he could, sending the bearded host head over heels into the audience.

“Dickless Dude Rocks!” someone in the audience shouted.

The crowd broke into thunderous applause.


Officer Leroy Williams and his partner Frank parked the police car in front of the strip club and went in.

The handsome 30 year old man ran his hand through his short black hair. What a day. Six hysteric prostitutes and a naked man on the run, without a penis. He hated these penis related cases. Why were there so many? Couldn’t guys just keep them in their pants?

They opened the door to the club and spotted their target right away. It was that felonious stripper from a few months back. Of course it was.

Officer Williams got closer and aimed his taser gun at the target’s chest. Wait... was the crowd cheering for the felon?

Trip poked his head out from the bathroom, jizz stuck in his short blonde hair.

“Hey, what’s all the---“ Bucky swung the bathroom door wide open, his pants around his ankles, knocking Officer Williams forward just as he fired the taser.


Quint stood in the middle of the stage, baffled at the applause. Sure, he was pretty excited to get his dick back, but he didn’t expect everyone else to be cheering for him. Maybe he should say something. He picked up the mic from the stage, and faced the audience.

Two small projectiles flew through the air and found Quint’s big furry nuts.

He looked down. “Well, fu---”


Quint’s body went board stiff, his eyes fluttering, as his big, meaty gonads were flooded with electricity. He felt the current coursing through his nuts, up into his stomach, chest, arms, and out through the mic.


The stage lights grew exceedingly bright, and then began to blow one by one. BANG! BANG! BANG! Little showers of glass rained onto the club floor as the audience shouted and clapped for the dickless man on stage.


The cowboy smelled something - something like burnt dog hair - and realized that was the fuzz on his nuts scorching. His big bull nuts were roasting. Glowing like two light bulbs as sparks poured down between his legs.


The main lights blew out in a ball of flame, setting off sprinklers in the darkened club. The audience cheered even louder.

Quint dropped the mic. The taser blessedly tapped out. He stood still for a moment, steam rising from his fried nuts. He looked down. His nuts appeared to be whole - maybe cooked like two baked potatoes, but whole.

"Did... Did I win?" he croaked

The cowboy dropped to the ground, twitching violently.

A tremendous cheer rumbled through the darkened club.



Rocco opened his eyes and blinked.

“Hey, big guy!” Bucky said softly.

Rocco groaned. He was lying in a hospital bed. Again. He looked up at Bucky who handed him a cup of water.

“Shawn’s here, too“, Bucky said and pointed at the bed by the window.

Shawn smiled weakly.

Rocco’s eyes wandered from Shawn to the third bed in the room. Between them, The Bush was lying with his head bandaged up.

“He bumped his head“, Bucky mumbled. “He’s out cold.”

Rocco groaned. The strip club. The contest. “What happened?” he said hoarsely.

Bucky grimaced. “Well, you---“

“Hey there, dudes!” Brad entered the room.

Bucky noticed his brother’s dick was tenting his scrubs. Either he was back on dick pills again, or just happy to see them.

“I’ve got news“, Brad announced. “Bad news. And good news. And awesome news! Yay!” He looked from Rocco to Shawn to Bucky. When they didn’t show any reaction, he shrugged and continued. “The bad news is“, he turned to Shawn with a sympathetic smile. “Your nuts are gone, bro. They just blew up in their sack. It’s called testisplosion.” He chuckled. “Actually, I made that word up just now. But basically that’s what it is.” Brad made a little explosion gesture with his hand. “Poof. That’s it. Gone. Empty sack. Sorry, bro.”

Shawn stared at him. “Damn“, he mumbled. “That sucks.”

Bucky shrugged. “You said you never wanted kids.”

Shawn nodded slowly. “Yeah, but I wanted my nuts...”

“Good news is“, Brad turned to Rocco. “I was a able to save your nuts, bro. Wasn’t easy. Severe trauma. Basically, you were one nutkick away from suffering the same fate as your nutless buddy over there.” Brad pointed over to Shawn and smiled. “But for now, your big bull balls are safe.” He winked at Rocco. “I’d give ‘em a rest for while though, dude.”

Rocco’s face broke into a smile. “Of course, Mr. doctor.”

“What’s the awesome news?” Shawn asked.

Brad grinned and leaned over. He lowered his voice. “I was able to give you both your reductions. Just snuck them in.” He snipped his finger. “Just like that. I chopped up the bits and tossed the little pieces in the incinerator.” Brad leaned back and grabbed his dick, grinning dumbly. “Dudes, there’s no way they’re coming back.”

Shawn and Rocco smiled at each other.

“Awesome“, they said simultaneously before leaning over and high-fiving over The Bush’s bed.

The Bush opened his eyes and groaned.

“Hey, Mr. Bush!” Rocco said cheerfully.

The Bush stared at him.

“When do we get the money?” Shawn asked.

The Bush turned his head. “The money?”

“From the contest“, Shawn said. “From last night.”

“Last night?” The Bush scratched his head. “Last--- How long have I been out?”

Brad looked at his watch. “Twelve hours, give or take.”

“Twelve hours?!” The Bush’s eyes widened.

“Give or take“, Brad shrugged.

“Fuck!” The Bush ripped off his sheet and lifted his hospital gown. Over his big, furry balls was the familiar little stump of his banded dick - in an unfamiliar, ugly shade of black. “FUCK!”

The other guys leaned over and stared at The Bush’s crotch.

“Oh shit, man“, Brad mumbled. “Dude, that’s got to go.” He turned to the door. “Nurse!”

“Holy fuck!” Shawn laughed. “Good thing you weren’t that big to begin with…”

The Bush stared at him.

“Actually“, Rocco said, “it’s just a trick. He told me. The little stump is just for the act. When he takes off the band, he’s got a huge cock. Right, Mr. Bush?”

The Bush turned his head, his face white as a sheet.

“Wow. Not anymore“, Shawn burst out laughing. “Not anymore…”

The Bush was wheeled out of the room by Brad and a nurse.

“Holy fuck“, Shawn chuckled. “What a fucking moron! Why would anyone in the world make his dick smaller?! Thank god we’re not in show business! I’m quite happy with my big fucking cock - right, big guy?”

Rocco chuckled. “Fucking right!”

They high-fived again, laughing.

Suddenly, Shawn grew silent. He looked out the window.

Bucky cleared his throat. “About your nuts.”

Shawn grimaced. “Nuts aren’t what they’re trumped up to be“, he mumbled. “As long as I’ve got my big fucking cock…”

Bucky looked at him. “You know, maybe we can get you some silicone implants. Big ones. Like the ones you used to have.”

Shawn’s eyes lit up. “Like boob implants? I want the huge ones – double D!”

Bucky chuckled. “Maybe not THAT big.”

“Can I get some, too?” Rocco chimed in, excitedly.

“No! You still got your real nuts!” Shawn yelled. “The fake double D nuts are just for me!”

Rocco pouted. “Alright“, he mumbled.

“They would look awesome with my---“ Shawn flipped off his sheet and stared at his crotch.

Rocco leaned forward.

Shawn stared at his crotch.

“Um, Shawn?” Rocco said, looking at Shawn’s groin.

Shawn didn’t reply.

“Shawn?” Rocco repeated.


“Shawn?” Rocco said again. “Where’s your dick?”

Bucky inhaled sharply. “Oh, Brad... you idiot.”

Shawn’s eyes were fixed on his crotch. His pubes had been shaved, and his sack was just an empty, wrinkled flap of skin. Above that... above his empty sack, was a neat little blank spot, stitched up, with a catheter poking out.

“The reduction...” Bucky mumbled.

Rocco stared at Bucky, a quizzical expression on his face.

Bucky’s eyes met Rocco’s, and the stoner bit his lower lip, dropping his gaze to Rocco’s crotch.

Rocco’s face was blank. Then, suddenly, it dawned on him. If Shawn got his reduction--- He lifted his sheet and peeked at his crotch. “I... it... No. Oh, no. No, no, NO! NO! NO!”

He looked at his sack, with his big, fat nuts. He still had nuts. Still had his big hairy nuts. And...

“AW, COME ON!” Rocco shouted, turning his head away with a wince.

His great big dick. He had it, he lost it - but he always knew he'd get it back. It was HIS dick. His great BIG floppy cock. It belonged to him.

But now it was like someone borrowed it, used it up, and then gave it back.

Rocco let out a deep throaty groan, and tossed his sheets aside, his eyes looking up to the ceiling for answers. “FUCK! BUCKY! I mean--- FUCK!”

Like a little tower, his dick thrust upward from his shaved crotch. Precisely a tenth of its original length, since ninety percent had been trimmed off. Basically just the big helmet remained, with a tiny little bit of shaft underneath, stitched to his crotch like a mushroom with a huge cap and a disproportionally short, but wide, stem.

Shawn burst out laughing. He pointed at Rocco’s crotch, gasping for breath. “Chopped up!” Tears of laughter were streaming down his face. “Little pieces! Incinerator!”

Bucky glared at him. “What are you laughing at, dude? Your cock is gone, too!”

Shawn was crying with laughter. “But mine was never mine to begin with!”

Bucky nodded slowly.

Rocco stared at his crotch. “Bucky... Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, man, tell me this isn't happening.” It was a trick. It had to be. How would he ever explain it at the gym? At the beach? In bed? It was shorter than Shawn's old dick! Could he even jerk something that short?!

“Dude“, Bucky muttered. “The bills for this are gonna be huge…”

Rocco leaned back in bed, still starring at his stubby cock with wide, unbelieving eyes. “I mean, it's just cold, right? Like, we could zap it, or maybe pills... more vitamins... or kick my nuts… Just force the rest of it back out? Kick my nuts! It'll get better, it just has to heal up, right? RIGHT?!?!”

“Maybe we can get you a nut reduction next!” Shawn cackled.

Bucky nodded. “That would make it look... a little bigger.”

The big hairy stud looked around the room, craning his neck wildly.

“Guys! I don't wanna have a little dick!” Rocco yelled. “IT'S A JOKE! RIGHT!?!? WHY DO I HAVE A LITTLE DICK?!?! MY DICK! MY BIG FUCKING DICK!!!

Bucky bit his lower lip. “Seems like the helicopters have landed for good…”

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