Curing Polyorchidism: Part 2

 

Polyorchidism: Noun. A rare condition marked by the presence of more than two testes.

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Conclusion of the story started here 

Bruce greedily took the ice pack Zach held out to him and held it against his nuts, wincing as its cool surface pressed into his swollen, sweating balls. His three nuts were throbbing but the numbing sensation of the ice felt like a godsend. He was still naked, slumped against the wall nursing his junk whilst Zach and Lucas setup their garage studio for the next scene of the video. To make it look like the scene was taking place in another part of the laboratory, the graphs and charts on the wall were swapped out with other - also random - graphs and charts and the lab table was moved so that it would be out of the frame though Bruce winced at the site of various nut cracking instruments that were still within Zach's grasp. 

Zach wheeled over an X shaped table that was only a few feet off the ground and then locked the wheels in place. It was just cheap plywood, but was painted a glossy white to make it look like a fancy piece of medical equipment. At least they aren't skimping on the production values, he thought. Meanwhile, Lucas positioned the camera so that it was pointing down at the table at a slight angle.  Bruce's screaming nuts were starting to calm down a bit as he started to pay more attention to the set being dressed around him; what he saw wasn't encouraging.  Zach was busy splattering the pristine white X shaped table with fake blood and the charts on the walls were actually not entirely random this time. They were wire frame illustrations of spheres in increasing states of flattening and deformation until they burst along with various pictures of guys clutching their balls in pain as if after a nut shot  with the word 'ruptured' sprawled in red lettering. It was macabre yet humorous and Bruce chuckled to himself as Zach motioned him back to the set.

"You ready for the next scene, buddy?"  Zach asked with a goofy grin on his face.

Bruce tossed the ice pack aside and flexed nonchalantly as he nodded yes.  Zach and Lucas both felt their pants tighten as the handsome man posed with his three-balled sack sagging between his muscular thighs. His already large nuts were visibly swollen and red and his sack literally looked like it was going to burst open from being so full, but the ice - and Bruce's own hubris - had done the trick and the hunky 'patient' was ready for the next scene.

Lucas manned the camera as Zach explained the setup to Bruce. Bruce lay on the table with his arms and legs outstretched and his heavy sack rested on a piece of wood that jutted between his legs. After Bruce was positioned, Zach tied his wrists and ankles to the table with thick leather straps. Bruce started to sweat as Zach tightened the straps harder than seemed necessary for a low-budget porno shoot but not wanting to be a spoilsport he kept his concerns to himself.

"Try to get up," Zach nearly barked.

Bruce tried to lift his arms and legs but was held tightly to the X-shaped table and he couldn't help but think Zach was eyeing his writhing, muscular frame a little too evilly. Probably just getting into character, Bruce thought.

"Okay, are we good to start?"

Lucas nodded and the record light lit up on the camera.

"Ah, Mr. Nutstumenie, it looks like we need to administer some stronger treatment to correct your deformity,"

Zach looked down at his trapped friend and literally licked his lips at the site. Bruce's abs were glistening with sweat, his strong arms and legs were spread open and trapped and his huge, reddened balls were at Zach's mercy. Zach would have delighted in cracking two nuts that large so adding a third was an added bonus. Bruce tried to ignore Zach's rock-hard cock that was perfectly outlined in his pants.

"Where to start, where to start..." 

Zach's voice trailed off as he paced, mumbling pseudo scientific babble to himself.

"Eureka!" 

Zach jotted off screen and came back with a small anvil shaped object. There was a weight written on it but Bruce couldn't make out what it was. Zach was effortless carrying it with one hand so it wasn't ridiculously heavy or anything. Bruce presumed it was a block of wood coated in metallic paint with a comically large weight value written on it for effect. He had seen Lucas and Zach's previous video that showed a jock's testicles 'exploding' so was fully prepared that his own family jewels would meet a similarly realistic-looking, cinematic end. 

Bruce's eyes widened first in surprise, then in terror as he saw the growing excitement on Zach's face. He swallowed hard as Zach stood between his spread open legs. The table was just high enough that Bruce's balls were at Zach's chest, giving the mad scientist a perfect view of Bruce's beautiful baby makers. He pressed the cold metal against Bruce's sack and smiled as he realized that the anvil was just barely large enough to crush all three balls at once.  Bruce winced at the cold sensation of... metal! Even with Zach holding the small anvil's handle, Bruce could tell that this very real, metal block had some heft to it. Bruce began to sweat profusely as Zach held it aloft nearly three feet above his bloated sack.

The handsome, trapped stud - still not wanting to break character and ruin his friends' movie shoot - tried to make pleading eye contact with Zach through this over-sized glasses but Zach's gaze was fixated on one thing and it wasn't Bruce's eyes.

"The Genepool Cleaner 2000 should do the trick,"

Zach almost chuckled at his own lame joke as he unceremoniously released the weight. Bruce's abs absolutely rippled as he braced for the impact and he let out an agonized squeal as the weight landed on his sack, nearly flattening it to half its girth.  Bruce's eyes bugged out as the stopped weight rested and shifted on his still slowly flattening sack. His right ball was compressing more than the other two, so the weight was sinking into that side like an imbalanced beanbag chair. Zach had dropped the weight on dozens of unsuspecting normal, two-balled sacks but had never seen a pair flatten like Bruce's triplets had. His jeans got even tighter and he and the camera lingered on the hot visual of Bruce's flattened sack.

Bruce was still howling as Zach picked up the weight had held it aloft again, this time slightly higher.

"Ooooh!" 

Bruce let out a guttural shriek as the pain pooled in his stomach. He was hoping that would be the last drop but Zach clearly had other plans.

THUMP

Bruce bit his lip and tried not to scream out as a sickening wave of pain radiated from his crotch.

SPLAT

"Doctor, it's working! It's starting to crack!"

Bruce, still wanting to give a good performance, cried out.

Zach looked at him with a cruel grin as he lifted the weight yet again. Bruce tried to plead with his eyes again but it still didn't work.

THUD!

This time Zach didn't merely let the weight drop idly, he gave it a bit of extra momentum almost like he was maliciously throwing the already heavy weight down on Bruce's stricken testicles. The impact made the brutal pounding that had come before seem like a dress rehearsal. Bruce was nearly in tears, desperately pulling at his arms and legs as Zach dropped the weight again and again. At one point he made a comment about how he was surprised the treatments weren't working and went off to fetch a step ladder. He stood over Bruce and let the weight dangle dangerously high over his already battered nut sack. They were swollen and bright red and Bruce was genuinely horrified at the notion of Zach dropping the weight from that height. If he could barely endure what had come before he couldn't even imagine adding an additional three feet in height to the mix. Unable to constrain himself any longer for the sake of Zach's movie, finally cried out.

"Zach! Please, I can't take it!"

Zach seemed genuinely annoyed as he called out "Cut!" and stepped down from the ladder.

"Dude, let's give him a break,"

Lucas fetched an ice pack and held it gently against Bruce's three balls, each of which felt like had been stomped on by an elephant.  While the gentle cameraman tended to their model, Zach stood over Bruce and looked straight down into his eyes.

"My character's name is Dr. Popemgood. When you call out 'Zach' it kinda' breaks the effect,"  Zach said in an almost scolding tone.

"Sorry,"

Bruce said sheepishly. He had volunteered to model for Zach and Lucas even after knowing the brutal busting that was in store for him and, considering the strength of their friendship, Bruce felt like the least he could was be a good sport about it.

"No problem, I actually have a solution for that,"

Zach disappeared out of the garage. While he was gone, Lucas removed the ice and gently cradled Bruce's extra-balled sack in his hands. Ostensibly it was to check for any serious damage, but really Lucas just wanted to experience holding Bruce's extra nut with his bare hands. He couldn't help but imagine all of the nasty, cruel things he wanted to do to it and only the threat of going to jail was stopping him from turning into a complete animal and wasting Bruce's third nut right there in the garage with the camera rolling. As he rolled Bruce's nut in his hand, his cock throbbed in his jeans and the gentle, sensual rolling -- which totally occluded the violent thoughts Lucas was actually having - was starting to turn Bruce on.

"Bro, what are you doing? They're fine, you can stop checking them,"

Bruce's eyes rolled into his head as his cock started to stiffen.  By the time Zach came back a few minutes later, Bruce's cock was at full mast and the girthy eight-incher was casting a shadow over his taught stomach. 

Zach chuckled and Lucas stepped away blushing. Zach walked up to Bruce and before Bruce knew what was happening, Zach had crammed a large ball gag into Bruce's mouth. Bruce contested with muffled screams as Zach secured the gag around his head with leather straps.  Zach and Lucas stood back, both of them openly rubbing their cocks through their pants. It was truly an incredible site. A sculpted forty-five year old glistening with sweat was sprawled out helplessly in front of them with his handsome face in a permanent grimace as his jaws were stretched around the gag and his hefty, deformed sack was at their mercy. Bruce's eyes grew into saucers at the look of depravity his friends were eyeing him with but he tempered his concern by the fact that these were two of his best buddies. Sure their ball busting fetish was inherently violent but no-way they would do anything to actually hurt him.

Lucas took his position behind the camera and Zach motioned for the camera to roll.

"Well, Mr. Nutstumenie, the Genepool Cleaner 2000 wasn't enough. I think I have a better idea,"

Zach went to the table and fetched to small objects that instantly made Bruce start to shake and genuinely try in vain to pull himself from the table. Zach was carrying two bright red M-160 firecrackers. They were barely larger than a triple-A battery but Bruce knew from watching YouTube videos that just one packed a ridiculous punch; and Zach had two. Zach approached the struggling model and stood between his legs. Bruce was screaming and begging through his gag but all that came out were muffled cries. The anvil had been real. The pliers from earlier had been real. Bruce had no reason not to believe these bombs were also real.

"Pweeeze! Stmmmph!"

"Now, now, Mr. Nutsumenie, everything is under control,"

Zach placed the small tube-shaped bombs on top of Bruce's heavy, swollen sack with one sandwiched between the left and middle ball and one between the middle and right ball. To Bruce's horror, there was some kind of sticky, waxy substance on them that seemed to be keeping them firmly in place.  

"Pwwwwwz!"

Bruce shook his head violently as Zach produced a lighter from his pocket.

"Here we go,"

Zach flicked the lighter and slowly moved them toward the fuses. Every muscle in Bruce's body was straining and his heart was racing as the fuses lit up like sparkles.  

"Stmmmmp! Nmmmph! Nmmmph!"

The fuses got shorter and shorter. Zach, Lucas and the camera were all laser focused on Bruce's doomed sack. Time slowed down for Bruce to the point of being unreal. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His balls - and more than likely his cock which had long sense deflated - were about to be blown all over the room. There wouldn't be anything left but chunks...

Bruce's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the fuses disappeared into the fireworks.

"Cut!"  

Zach licked his fingers and quickly extinguished the fuses which had all but vanished. A waft of white smoke drifted from between Bruce's legs and he horrified stud who was close to blacking out from fear, slowly regained his faculties.

Zach casually lifted up the bombs and used a damp cloth toe wide up the sticky glue.  He walked over so that he could look Bruce in the face.

"Don't worry, that's the first ending. We'll add the explosion in post production," 

Zach explained that this series of videos would have two endings to goose sales. The first would show Bruce's mega sack blown all over the lab and the second... Bruce would just have to find out about.  Bruce let out a muffled sigh of relief and felt quite stupid for actually thinking his buddy Zach would mutilate him like that.  

"Oh, these are real though," Zach winked as he placed the explosives in water. 

"Just in case I didn't stop the fuse in time, at least we would have gotten good footage," he said with a wink.

Before Bruce could comprehend the ramifications of what Zach had just said, the scene was effectively reset to film the alternate ending.  Zach walked in from off frame and began again.

"Ah, Mr. Nutstumenie, it looks like we need to administer some stronger treatment to correct your deformity,"

He again fetched the anvil and again sent it crashing into Bruce's sack. Bruce wailed into his gag as Zach showed little regard to his future kids, sending the weight over and over into his large- but apparently not particularly firm - nuts. All three were bright red and radiated tremendous pain. Bruce was sincerely screaming for Zach to stop but all that came out were muted screams that Lucas and Zach were sure would drive their audience wild. Zach stood on the step stool and let the weight hover over Bruce's three balls for what seemed like a long time. Bruce was shaking, begging Zach to stop...

"Mmmmmgghhgph!"  

Bruce's eyes rolled into his head and for a second Zach thought he had totally blacked out. Bruce's left and right nuts flattened and the resulting bulging deformation was so great that his middle nut, which was also being flattened, was also being compressed from either side. It felt like it was going to burst. Bruce's entire sack was less than half its normal thickness and the weight continued to settle very slowly until his three testicles were at terminal flatness. 

Lucas made sure to zoom in on the site of Bruce's deformed sack being flattened. Zach stepped down to fetch the weight and stood back on the ladder, standing on his tip toes and holding his arm as high as it would go.

"Nnnnnnnph!"

The weight landed with a sickening, wet crunch. Lucas' cock started leaking precum as he rubbed himself with one hand as he manned the camera with the other. The weight felt like it was doing serious damage at this point and Bruce was starting to rethink his assumption that Zach and Lucas wouldn't actually hurt him, if not maliciously then just through juvenile recklessness.  

Zach fetched the weight and Bruce screamed just at the thought of it slamming into his battered nuts again. Instead Zach set the weight back on the table and returned with his trusty pliers.  Bruce's eyes got wide and he shook his head 'no' as Zach ensnared his middle nut and squeezed. 

The nut bulged between the pliers and Bruce wailed, his eyes crossed, and his entire body was consumed by the slow destruction of his ball.

"See, this ball is the culprit. It just shouldn't be here," 

Zach said calmly as he continued to squeeze Bruce's nut.

"It's just about to pop..."

Zach wasn't kidding. The pliers were nearly closed and Bruce's middle ball was bulging obscenely between the jaws which were pressing into the center of his ball. It was going to explode.

"Mmmph nppppht! Mmmph nppppht!" 

Bruce tried to scream "My nut! My nut!" but it only came out a gargled mess. Through his cheesy dialogue about 'trimming family trees' and 'turning nuts into peanut butter' Zach had to will himself not to just slam the pliers shut. Bruce had three nuts, if he lost one of them he wouldn't really be losing anything at all, he thought as he continued to squeeze. He'd actually be normal...

"Nnnnphgt!"  

Bruce's nut was literally about to collapse. Alarm bells were going off in his head and his legs and arms were pulling at the straps desperately. "Dear God, what is he doing" Bruce thought as he looked down at his friend destroying his ball. Suddenly the pressure abated and Zach opened the pliers as he looked up and gave Bruce a playful wink.

Again a wave of relief washed over Bruce and embarrassment that he was letting his imagination go to far. Lucas and Zach literally busted balls as their job. They know what they're doing, Bruce thought. 

Zach gave Lucas the signal to cut filming. With the camera off he gently cradled Bruce's sack but even the gentle touch felt like his swollen sack was being stomped on.  Bruce winced and Zach let the heavy organs fall onto the table top. 

"Dude, you're doing really good, man. You're a pro!"  Zach commented.

"Yeah three balls of steel!"

All three men looked down at Bruce's hideously swollen, bruised sack. His middle nut had swollen so much that it was now the largest of the three normally identical orbs. Bruce's abs pulsed with sickening pain and he was panting heavily trying to regain his composure. Lucas and Zach had trashed dozens of two-balled, tender young sacks - many of them left bruised and swollen - but none of them had the blazing hot oddity of a third battered gonad stuffed inside the sack.  Zach pulled the giant ball gag out of Bruce's mouth and the bound hunk gasped in fresh air.

"Are we almost done, dude? My balls really fucking hurt,"

Zach furled his eyebrow. He had hopped to go longer with Bruce, but figured he had enough footage for now and didn't want to scare Bruce away from modeling again.

"Okay, let's move on to the last shot,"

Zach untied Bruce's ankles just long enough to shimmy on a pair of tight white boxer shorts. The fabric contrasted nicely with Bruce's tan skin and the elastic at the leg holes hugged his thighs making the muscular things look even bigger. Most impressively though was the astounding triple lumps clearly outlined by the thin fabric. Bruce strained his head up to overlooked the visual of his trapped mounding nuts as Zach re-tied his ankles to the table. 

Lucas greedily eyed the tempting target between his friend's legs as Zach positioned the shoe box-sized metal box from earlier on a table between Bruce's legs. The metal rod arm jutted straight up, still holding the mallet, and Zach carefully positioned it so that he was sure the mallet would come crashing straight down onto Bruce's boys. To be sure, Zach grasped the mallet and pulled it forward manually until the head of the mallet hovered precariously over Bruce's middle nut.

"Perfect," Zach commented. 

Clearly this wasn't the first time Zach had setup this machine. As Zach fussed with finishing touches and Lucas got back behind the camera Bruce called out sheepishly for Zach's attention.

"You aren't really gonna' use that thing with the mallet attached, right? It's all special effects or something isn't it?"

Zach was almost too struck at the site of his ridiculously hot friend to respond but quickly realized that he was openly lusting and pivoted back to Bruce's question.

"Don't worry, see,"

Zach pressed one of the buttons on the remote and the machine's arm rocketed forward. Bruce screamed and tensed up reflexively but the mallet stopped just shy of colliding with Bruce's center ball. The arm was retracting itself as Zach explained the setup for the final scene. He would use the remote to send the hammer down over and over toward - but not quite hitting - Bruce's bulging underwear. For the last impact they would stop filming and swap out Bruce with a mannequin wearing the same style underwear with three silicone filled balls, the camera would zoom in just on the underwear, and the mallet would be send down entirely, destroying the balls.

"While the hammer is pretending to crush your nuts we would appreciate it if you gave some realistic screams."

"Got it, Dr. Ball Popper," Bruce joked.

The three laughed as Zach replaced the ball gag in Bruce's mouth and motioned for Lucas to keep filming.  

"Well, well, well, Mr. Nutstumenie, I have no choice but to use the Sterilizer on you. That pesky ball just will not break,"

Zach spoke into the camera before giving a maniacal laugh. He pressed the button on the remote and the mallet came crashing forward, stopping just on impact. The stunted momentum barely had any force but still stung against Bruce's already batter nut sack. On cue, Bruce let out a blood curdling scream as Zach pressed the button three more times. The camera was positioned in such a way that it looked like the mallet was actually finishing its entire arch when actuality it was barely touching, though Bruce's screaming and writhing made the entire setup very convincing.

"Not too much time now,"

Zach jammed the button and the machine whirred as the mallet was sent to the brink of destroying Bruce's fat middle nut over and over. Lucas was leaking precum as he watched his exposed buddy's junk at the precipice of being totally crushed. Just the visual alone was enough to make him nearly blow his load. This was going to be one popular video, he thought.

Bruce let out a final fake, agonized scream and pretended to black out. Zach was quite pleased at Bruce's eerily convincing acting and turned to the camera.

"Looks like out patient has had enough but..."

Zach walked between Bruce's legs and roughly prodded his fingers into each nut. Bruce, remembering he was supposed to be blacked out for the scene, clenched his teeth trying not to cry out. Zach continued to prod and squeeze each lump. They felt absolutely squishy and Zach had to restrain himself from just punching them full force. Bruce had done his part, after all, and was being an amazing sport about everything. Zach didn't want to spoil the moment by maliciously pounding them after Bruce thought he was home free though it would be hot...

"Yes, definitely terminal. One more impact ought to do it,"

Zach turned to motion for Lucas to cut filming when several things happened at once. He slipped on a puddle of water that had formed on the ground between Bruce's legs due to the several ice packs that had been applied to Bruce's three nuts and stumbled forward.

Lucas watched in horror as Zach fell to the floor toward the camera, dropping the remote midway. Bruce, oblivious, didn't see as the remote landed button-side down just before Zach landed on top of it, smashing it into pieces but not before one final button was pressed.

WHOOOSH

SPLAAAAT!

"Mmmmmmph!"

Bruce's eyes jolted open in shock. A pain like nothing he had ever encountered caused every muscle in his body to tense. The mallet had sailed through its entire arch, not stopping until the middle lump of the three was compressed nearly flat. He barely comprehended what had happened before the arm retracted and the mallet crashed down again.

A loud, sickening splat echoed through the studio followed by another.

"Fucking shit!"

Lucas ran from behind the camera as a dazed Zach lay splayed on the ground.

SPLAAAAT

SPLAAAAT

The small robot's arm was slamming down and retracting full force non stop rapidly with barely a few seconds between blows. The motor roared in the effort and Bruce writhed and screamed, still strapped to the table.

Zach was just getting to his feet as Lucas frantically ran toward the device.

THUD!

Lucas tripped over Zach and both of them collapsed into a comical heap.

SPLAT

SPLOTCH

"Hmmmph! Hmmmph!" 

Bruce was hysterical as his middle nut was being steadily reduced to paste.

Lucas was the first to get his feet and reached for the devices' power chord.

"Christ!" 

He screamed and retracted his hand. The prop's power cord gave Lucas a devastating shock that sent him to the ground.  

SPLAT

"Knock it over!"

SPL-SPLOOOOSH

Bruce instantly blacked out - for real this time - as his middle nut totally collapsed. Zach pushed the small table the machine was perched on sending it tumbling to the ground, its mechanical arm still swinging, until it hit the ground and shattered into pieces. 

Zach and Lucas were nearly hyperventilating terrorized by what they had just done to their friend. They stood over Bruce's passed out, splayed body and shuddered at the sight. Two huge, swollen lumps were spaced awkwardly far apart in his sack, as if something was missing in between them.

"Fuck dude! Is it...?"

Lucas tentatively jabbed Bruce's flattened nut with two fingers. His dick twitched as the cracked nut further imploded just under that small amount of prodding.

"It's cracked, dude. We cracked it,"

It was obvious Bruce had lost a ball but, just to be sure, Lucas continued to probe. Zach, not wanting to miss out, looked over Bruce with lust as he reached for the shapeless center mass.

"Yeah, definitely gone. Fuck,"

Unhealthy crunching emanated from the passed out stud's crotch as Zach and Lucas prodded and pounded what was left of Bruce's nut into paste in the name of examination.

"Totally wrecked,"

"Ruined,"

"It's just mush now,"  

Zach nearly creamed himself as he felt the last vestige of Bruce's middle nut splatter in the bag.  Bruce barely stirred.

"This one is pretty swollen too,"

Lucas couldn't help himself. He grabbed Bruce's fat left nut through the fabric with one hand and put his other hand down his pants.  Zach did the same with the right.

"Yeah, this one is pretty squishy..."

Zach gave Bruce's crumbling right testicle a devastating squeeze.

Zach and Lucas, panting heavily, looked at each other, then over Bruce's amazing, muscular, sweaty, tied down body, then down at the huge orbs in their hands, then back at each other.

They both gave each other mischievous grins and squeezed as hard as they could.