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.”

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.

Diagnosis Softballs: Heavy lifting

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

Chad looked miserable. The handsome 30 year old stud was standing in the middle of the studio, bare naked, his hands behind his back. His brown hair was unkempt and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days.

“You have been punching them like I told you?” Sammy asked. The lanky 18 year old redhead was kneeling in front of his patient, examining his bruised, swollen genitalia.

“Yes”, Chad mumbled.

Sammy sighed as he rolled Chad’s enlarged balls between his fingers. The lightest touch made Chad wince and groan.

“They don’t look good”, Sammy said.

“Tell me something new!” Chad barked.

Diagnosis Softballs: Shock treatment

Featured in this story: Chad, Kev, Sammy 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.

Diagnosis Softballs: The path to recovery

Thanks to an anonymous reader who came up with the idea for this story!

Featured in this story: Chad, Erik, Kev, Sammy, Simon, the twins and Vince (click for pictures)

“It’s so embarrassing”, Erik chuckled as I walked into the studio. My 19 year old assistant was surrounded by some of our models, and he seemed to be enjoying the attention.

He had been modestly famous in Europe, and he had lost the opportunity to become a European TV star by a hair’s breadth. That wasn’t the only thing he had lost: His ambition had cost him a testicle, too. He took his shortcomings with pride, though, and jokingly referred to himself as the “The one and only”.

His job at our studio was far less glamorous and prestigious than what he had done in Europe, and he seemed to crave the recognition of the guys who stood in front of the camera.

“I mean, Chad of all people”, Erik grinned.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, smiling.

Six heads turned in my direction: our technician and prep guy Vince, lanky skater boy Sammy, the twins Michael and Will, geeky Simon and jock Kev. All of them had amused expressions on their faces.

Erik grinned at met. “Good morning, Alex”, he said.

“Good morning”, I said.

“Guess who has acute symptoms of floppy dick syndrome?” Erik grinned.