Curing Polyorchidism (Part 1)

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

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Bruce chuckled as he walked into his friend Zach's garage. A small waist-high wood table adorned with random, yet neatly arranged scientific instruments such as a desktop microscope, assorted tools, several Erlenmeyer flasks filled with colorful liquids and a beaker with a milky liquid simmering atop a Bunsen burner made it look like Zach was preparing to do some kind of science experiment. Behind the table, the wall had been adorned with gibberish charts and graphs and a whiteboard filled with equations interspersed with childish doodles of penises. Zach himself was wearing a white lab and looked quite professorial despite the comically large, nerdy glasses he was wearing to complete his mad-scientist outfit.  Their buddy Lucas was setting up a camcorder on a tripod and smiled broadly as he made eye contact with the handsome blonde. Bruce was impressed at the production value Zach had put into his latest video.

Lucas fussed with the lights and camera setup as Zach went over the day's planned activities with him. Bruce, Lucas, and Zach were in their mid-forties yet regularly engaged in antics of men half their age. Today was no different. After terrorizing locker rooms by towel-snapping and cup-checking unsuspecting sacks since college, Zach and Lucas had recently turned their mutual love of friendly ballbusting into a barely profitable web store selling clips of guys having their nuts cracked in increasingly creative ways.

There was no shortage of young, attractive volunteers from the local college especially once word circulated about the cash payments they'd get for no more than an hour or so of weekend debauchery. Zach and Lucas didn't mind that they often spent more on paying the models than they made on particular clips so long as they got to smash up adorable jocks just enough to make them feel it the next morning but not so rough that they wouldn't come back for more. It was a win-win set up for everyone, except of course the millions of the college guys' potential kids that got beaten out of swollen sacks every weekend.

Lately, the duo had started using practical effects to simulate more extreme busting to drum up clicks and satiate their own macabre fantasies. A month earlier they had tied a beefy twenty-something wearing super tight, bulging jeans to a wall and had taken turns tossing baseballs and sandbags at his crotch until Zach rolled out an old baseball pitching machine and started sending baseballs screaming into the model's junk. The stud actually endured longer than Zach and Lucas guessed he would before he turned into a blubbering mess, which is when Zach loaded a solid metal, extremely heavy ball into the machine - as the lad's panicked begging drowned out the whirring motor of the machine. The camera was zoomed on the meaty double lumps as the ball crashed into them at full speed causing them to both instantly collapse into nothing as a dark red stain filled out the crotch of the jeans and the stud let out a guttural, anguished scream before falling silent. At least that's what the editing made it look like.

In reality, the pitching machine had been turned off as the model was untied and given an ice pack for his swollen babymakers. Lucas set up a jeans-wearing mannequin against the wall and stuffed two pouches of silicone - both perfectly sized to match the model's package - into the front. When he was done, he zoomed in on the bulge and gave Zach the signal. The camera captured the impact in slow motion so that the shape of the proxy testicles could clearly be seen bulging and exploding upon impact. The watching stud winced as he gave a convincing scream into the microphone and the spliced together clip named 'Stud Destroyed!' was both wildly popular and convincingly realistic; so much so that their hosting site pulled it down until Zach and Lucas proved it was just special effects. And the audience response convinced Zach that it was time to break out the big guns, as it were, for an encore.

This is where Bruce came in. The handsome forty-five-year-old was older than the typical ballbusting targets Lucas typically filmed, but that didn't make him any less photogenic. He was ruggedly handsome with greying-brown hair that matched his neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. Bruce's six-foot frame was fit and his pecs and arms were still nicely outlined in his flattering white polo shirt but his most impressive asset for this particular video shoot was what was bulging in his jeans. Nestled tightly in his underwear were three rather large testicles crammed into his literally over-stuffed sack. The condition wasn't apparently obvious through his jeans but soon enough Bruce was going to be showing them off for the world.

"Thanks a lot for doing this for us, man." said Zach.

He motioned for Bruce to stand next to him behind as Lucas prepared to start the camera.

"So you remember the script?" Zach asked as Bruce tried not to laugh at his friend's ridiculous mad-scientist outfit. 

"Yeah, there really wasn't much of a script,"

Zach winked at his buddy and nodded toward Lucas to start filming.

"Welcome, to my lab, Mr. Nutstumenie! Let's see what we can do about curing your... condition,"

Without warning, Zach backhanded Bruce in the crotch causing him to gasp and reach for his hurt nuts. The blow wasn't particularly hard but it had taken Bruce off guard. Being a good sport, he immediately righted himself as Zach continued with his lines. 

"Polyorchidism, for those of you who don't know, is a very rare condition where a man has more than two testicles. In this case, Mr. Nutstumenie has three!"

THUD

Zach sent the back of his hand slamming into Bruce's crotch and the handsome man struggled to stay upright. It was obvious Zach wasn't playing around and they hadn't even really started yet. Those college kids must have nuts of steel if they can put up with this for hours, Bruce thought.

"Yes, thank you Dr. Popemgood. It's so hard to find a cup that will hold all of this and they chafe when I run,"

"Why don't you step out of those jeans so I can see what I'm working with,"

Bruce nodded and pulled off his jeans and Zach smiled to see that Bruce was wearing very tight white briefs that contrasted nicely with his tanned legs. Lucas zoomed in on Bruce's groin to show off the striking triple-lumps that were perfectly outlined by the thin fabric.

Zach knelt down and cupped Bruce's pouch gently, bouncing them slightly as if he was trying to pick out the ripest fruit at the supermarket.

"Aaah," Bruce moaned.

Zach's gentle massaging had quickly transitioned into a hard squeeze and Zach's face was blushing from the effort. He really wasn't messing around. He released his buddies nuts, stood and straightened his lab coat.

"I think I need to do a thorough inspection, Mr. Nutstumenie. Please take off your shorts,"

Bruce peeled off his underwear and let all three of his heavy testicles flop lose and Zach seemed temporarily mesmerized by the site. Bruce's sack would have been quite a sight even with just two large nuts but sandwiched almost comically between his left and right nuts was a slightly smaller and more oblong third testicle. Bruce's scrotum seemed like it could barely contain all three nuts that were stuffed in so tightly the skin was stretched and slightly shiny.

Lucas let the camera linger on the zoomed-in image of Bruce's naked balls as Bruce slowly pivoted from side to side to show them off from every angle. Zach, continuing his scientist schtick, knelt down again and cupped Bruce's balls. Bruce braced himself for a squeeze or a slap but none came.  Instead, Zach was rolling Bruces' testicles in his hands squeezing them gently as if in genuine amazement. Zach had seen Bruce's unique sack dozens of times over the course of their friendship in locker rooms, skinny dipping, drunken dares - but had never touched them. They felt incredibly dense and would no doubt make excellent targets for the day's events.  

"Yes, this extra nut needs to be cracked,"

Zach placed his thumb and index finger around Bruce's center ball and squeezed them together literally as hard as he could.  Bruce gritted his teeth and resisted the instinctive urge to just push the smaller man away as his fingers got closer and closer, causing a dimple to appear in the trapped testicle. Obviously, it was too tough to be split by just two fingers, but it was still a markedly unpleasant experience. At least for Bruce.

Zach was relishing the feeling of the massive ball being compressed in his bare hand and his mind raced through all of the possibilities. Bruce knew after the initial cheesy introduction the rest of the session was going to be impromptu so neither he nor Zach had a clear idea of what was going to happen next. Bruce moaned as he realized that not all of the random equipment on the table were mere props. There were pincers, mallets, charity cages, leather crops, and other tools Zach would no doubt masterfully use on his boys.

"Fuck!" Bruce gasped as Zach's fingers continued to methodically dig into his nut.

Zach ignored him and instead used his free hand to grab Bruce's left nut and tug and squeeze violently. The organ seemed less dense than the middle nut as it compressed in Zach's surprisingly strong hand.

"Fuck!"  

Bruce's knees started to shake and he grasped the edge of the table gritting his teeth.  Zach switched up digging his fingers int Bruce's middle nut and instead grabbed it and squeezed and yanked like the left.  Zach was making bad puns about 'breaking eggs' and 'cracking nuts' as he viciously roughed up Bruce's nuts. 

"Aaah!"

Bruce finally couldn't hold back and let out a howl as he placed a hand on his buddy's shoulder. He was trying to discretely ask him to stop by Zach, not wanting to break character, turned to the camera, and smiled.

"It looks like Mr. Nutstumenie isn't responding to the initial treatment. Too bad, I popped a rugby player's extra nut just last week just using my bare hands."

Zach gave Bruce's middle nut a final hard squeeze as he stood and scanned the items on the table.  Bruce moaned and caught his breath, panting slightly and starting to sweat. He knew Zach was a ballbuster but found himself unprepared at just how rough the session was and Zach hadn't even used any props yet. But Bruce had agreed to let Zach do to him whatever he would normally do with one of his collegiate targets. He was now regretting the decision.

"Ah, this will do nicely,"

Zach held up a pair of pliers and snapped the jaws open and shut rapidly, the metal clanging making it clear that there was no trick, these were real pliers that could really crush Bruce's testicle totally flat.  Bruce started to sweat and rose an eyebrow at Lucas as if to say 'He isn't serious, is he?'. Bruce had known Lucas and Zach for decades and trusted them enough to put his balls on the line but Zach was holding an instrument of castration and seemed eager to use it. But being a good friend, Bruce ad-libbed some corny lines for the sake of the movie.

"Doctor, that would really do the trick! No more tight underwear for me!"

Zach cracked a smile as he knelt down and ensnared Bruce's middle nut with the pliers. The pressure increased so subtly that Bruce hardly noticed it at first but it quickly started to increase exponentially. The jaws were still closing at the same speed but the resulting pain was getting worse and worse as his extra testicle got flatter and flatter. The surface area being crushed was relatively small so the force was being hyper-focused on a small section of Bruce's testicle with painful effect. Bruce grasped the table and howled as Zach methodically crushed his nut. Zach occasionally stopped, open the jaws entirely, and started the process again, expertly taking Bruce's testicle to the breaking point - or at least what Bruce felt was the breaking point - before backing down and starting over. The whole time Lucas was panning between watching Bruce's nut deform and capturing the look of exquisite agony on his good-looking face. 

"You're crushing it!"

Zach looked up at Bruce and winked as he stood up.

"Oh, I'm just softening it up. Don't worry, I won't want to make a mess in my lab,"

Zach held the pliers up to Bruce's face and slammed them shut. Bruce winced as he imagined one of his nuts trapped between them at that moment.

"You look hot, Mr. Nutstumenie. Maybe you should take off your shirt,"

Indeed, Bruce's face was glistening with sweat from the toasty studio garage. He peeled out of his shirt to reveal his broad muscular torso. Zach was sure screencaps featuring Bruce's beefy muscles would draw in a decent number of viewers and couldn't resist the urge to check out Bruce himself.

"Well, the practice half of our session is over. Now it's time to really cure you of your affliction, please stand here,"

Zach motioned for Bruce to stand in front of the whiteboard and before Bruce could contest Zach had cuffed his hands behind his back and secured them to sturdy metal pegs coming from the wall. Zach then cuffed Bruce's ankles to floor-level studs coming from the wall, all whilst not breaking character.

"Don't worry, some of my patients get cold feet during this next part. These are more for your safety than mine. We wouldn't want you running off before the treatment is finished,"

Despite the fact that he was with two of his closest friends in a cheesy studio, Bruce felt uneasy being restrained with his legs spread in the presence of guys who got off trying to scoop men out of the gene pool; and he had three of them for Zach and Lucas to bust.

"Holy shit!"

Bruce hollered as Zach plunged his fist into his bare balls as he headed back to the table. Zach enjoyed the interesting feeling of punching a triple-sack. Normally when he punched a guy in the balls, he could make out with magnificent detail the subtle difference in the way each orb deforms against his knuckles. One ball was always slightly more malleable than another. And with three balls there was the odd sensation of feeling three different testicles flattening at once with the added novelty of Bruce's middle ball pushing the others out of the way as it bulged under the pressure.

Zach headed back to the table picked up a large pair of tongs which he used to carefully lift the beaker from Bunsen burner.  Bruce looked on wide-eyed as Zach came toward him with the simmering liquid.

"Hey man, what the... Aaaaugh! Fuck! Fuck!"

Zach started to pour the contents of the beaker over Bruce's three balls. It was melted wax that stung on contact before immediately cooling and forming a shell of wax on the skin that dripped along the sides and front of the three orbs. Zach slowly poured the wax until the entire beaker was emptied and Bruce's nuts had a thick layer of wax coating them. Even solid, the wax was still radiating a good amount of heat that caused Bruce's manhood to stay toasty as Zach headed back to the table.

"I'm going to give that a minute to cool while I get ready for the final experiment," 

Zach gave a mad cackle as he assembled together some prefabricated pieces into a strange contraption. Even though Zach pretended to use a screwdriver to piece it together, it was clear to Bruce that whatever the machine was had only been separated into pieces for the sole purpose of letting Zach make a production about 'building' it. The wax was finally cooled completely as Zach plugged in the shoebox-sized device that had a metal arm sticking from the top to which he affixed one of the mallets from the table.  Bruce shuddered when he realized what the machine was for.

Zach turned to Bruce and smiled as he placed three walnuts near the machine and pressed a button on a remote control. The arm on the box swung back before rocketing forward and slamming the attached mallet into the tabletop. The walnuts loudly cracked as the machine reared back and sent the mallet slamming down again. And again. It did not take long before the three nuts were reduced to a pile of obliterated shells and pulverized nutmeat.

Zach pushed another button and the machine stopped.

"I always keep this nutcracker on standby for patients who prove resistant to other treatments,"

Bruce had almost completely recovered from having wax poured on his nuts so was ready to continue playing along.

"Gee, doc. Do you think you'll actually need to use that thing on me?"

Zach walked over to Bruce and placed a finger on his chest, in the valley formed by his two mounding pecs.

"Hmm... I'm not sure yet, to be honest,"

Zach said as he ran his finger down Bruces' body stopping just before reaching his nuts.

"That depends on you,"

Bruce looked at Zach quizzically before he heard a whoosh and felt a devastating pain in his crotch.  Zach's knee slammed into Bruce's berries with pulping force, smashing the three big things into his pelvis. He screamed and the handcuffs on his wrists rattled as he reflexively tried to put his hands over his nuts but they weren't going anywhere. He was trapped.

Zach went back to the table and fetched a large wooden mixing spoon and pivoted to face his captive patient.

"It's always good to get their temperature up, but now I simply must do something about all of this wax,"

"No! Doctor, don't!"

Zach smiled wickedly as he slammed the spoon full force into Bruce's sack, causing an explosion of radiating tiny cracks in the wax shell.  

THUNK 

THUNK 

THUNK

Bruce writhed and hollered as Zach slammed the spoon over and over into his wildly bouncing sack, concentrating the majority of the blows on the middle nut. Chunks of wax broke up and flew in every direction as the spoon left pink impact marks all over Bruce's scrotum. Finally ten minutes the wax was cleared off to Zach's satisfaction. There was a terrible ache in the pit of Bruce's rippled stomach and it felt like his balls had just been pounded into mush. His middle ball was slightly more red than the other two but otherwise, everything looked much better than it felt. The wooden spoon had stung on every impact and Bruce's gonads were still radiating pain in the same rhythm.

Zach set down the spoon and took Bruce's middle nut in the palm of his hand, then started squeezing his hand shut. Hard.  Bruce let out a low, constant moan and the muscles in his torso tightened as his legs uselessly tried to flail shut.  

"Hmm, it's still here. Don't worry, we're going to cure your polyorchidism soon enough,"

"Please... dude..."

Bruce gritted his teeth as his ball was compressed into a dense meatball in Zach's hands that felt like it was literally going to implode.  Zach pleased his grip but before Bruce could breathe a sigh of relief, Zach drew his fist back and sent it sailing into Bruce's bare nuts.

"Oomph!"

A loud, wet smack echoed through the garage.

"Ouch, that had to hurt,"  Luck winced crossing his own legs in empathy.

CRUNCH. CRUNCH.

Zach slammed Bruce's manhood two more times with most of the force purposefully directed to Bruce's middle ball which was already starting to swell slightly. For good measure, Zach followed up with a  bone-cracking knee that was so brutal Bruce was lifted slightly from the floor and his swollen nuts were flattened dangerously between his pelvis and Zach's knee.

"Doctor! Please..."

Despite the pain, Bruce was struggling to stay in character and avoided the urge to should out 'Zach stop!'.

Zach walked over to the table and scanned the items there before deciding that his next tool of choice was going to be a leather crop. He lazily tapped the head of it against his open palm as he eyed Bruce's sack.

Zach reared his arm all the way back before sending the head of the crop into Bruce's balls with a firm splat.  Bruce's eyes crossed and his lips parted in a stupor as the crop's deceptively smooth head slammed into his aching balls with a nasty sting. Bruce's testicles bounced with each strike and Zach was particularly aiming for the middle nut which was now quite red and swollen looking. Bruce threw his head back and howled, his torso gleaming with sweat, as Zach smacked his defenseless nuts so rapidly that the crop became a grey blur. His eyes crossed as his arms and legs instinctively tried to break free, but the restraints weren't going anywhere.  For fun, Zach started whistling a random pop music tune, striking Bruce's reddening balls in time to with the music like he was hitting a fleshy xylophone. The left nut was for low notes, the right nut was for high notes and the middle nut was for everything in between. With the depraved indifference Zach was showing his manhood, Bruce worried he'd be singing a few octaves higher himself soon.

After nearly ten minutes, Zach stepped back and admired his handsome buddy who was responding much better to the nonstop abuse than he expected. Zach had remembered Bruce being somewhat of a wimp when he was sack-tapped in college but clearly he had developed some tolerance since then.

"I think it's time we start on more aggressive treatment. The terminal phase, if you will."

Zach turned to Lucas and gave a signal to cut filming.

"Dude, you're doing great!"

Zach cupped Bruce's sore nuts in his hands and rolled them gently, turned on by having an extra ball to in his grasp.

"Let's get you set up for the next scene."

Zach and Lucas worked to untie Bruce and moved him to another part of the garage to film the second half of the scene...

...The conclusion is here