EJAX-472: Ch. 04

Cheryl shook her head in disbelief. "I'm so spastic I'd lose my balance fucking on a bed, let alone on a high wire!"

"Oh, you'd be surprised at some of the places Philip and I have done it," Bonnie said with a snicker.

We were then treated to a series of several short vignettes featuring clowns, midgets, giants, and an assortment of odd-looking creatures who provided us with some much-needed comic relief. I especially liked one rather tall clown who managed to pull birds, flowers, and various other objects out of thin air. When one of the women shouted her appreciation of these magic tricks, the clown presented her with a newly produced bouquet.

I caught a glimpse of the clown in the polka dot costume again. He was riding a tricycle in circles around the stage and held a whip in his right hand, lashing out at any of his unfortunate associates who happened to be in his way. I saw him look in my direction several times and could have sworn that at one point he actually mouthed the words "fuck you" at me as he grinned evilly. He rode the bike out onto the lawn and made as if he was going to head straight toward me. I held my pocketbook up high ready to strike the little bastard as he rode by, but he veered away before approaching our section. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

"Pretty impressive orgasms on those guys, wouldn't you say?" Rebecca said suddenly.

"I was thinking the same thing," I replied. "The lion man, too."

"What are you two talking about?" Bonnie inquired.

"We're discussing the amount of sperm we've seen here tonight," I said. "Either these guys are exceptionally talented, or they're being helped along via some artificial means."

"Such as?"

"Such as some kind of fertility drug." I replied.

"What fertility drug?"

I didn't mean to but I shot her an accusatory look.

"Oh, no," she said, interpreting my intent. "Are you insinuating that I had something to do with it?"

"I don't know. Did you?"

"Of course not!" she replied offended. "You gave me two tablets...two, that's all. And you know where both of them went so don't even dare to accuse me."

"And don't look at me Christiana," Rebecca quickly added. "The only thing I take blame for is the videotape, nothing more."

"Am I the only one who thinks these cumshots are outrageous?" I said unconvinced.

"Nope," Michelle said, "I think they're outrageous too."

Alice popped her head in between Rebecca and me. "There's only one guy I know of who can cum that much and his name is Peter something or other and he's a porno star."

"Yeah, he shoots buckets," Patti Ann noted between sips of her beer.

I looked at Bonnie trying to discern any vulnerability behind her seemingly placid expression. "Doesn't it seem strange to you that these guys are all capable of such fantastic orgasms?"

"I haven't seen anything here tonight that can even come close to what your subjects produced during your experiment, so you can kiss that theory goodbye sis."

"They may not have shot as much sperm that's true," Michelle chimed in, "but it's just not possible for a normal man to cum like that."

"Not unless he's like that guy Peter," Alice said.

"Oh, will you shut up about him!" Patti Ann replied.

"No, you shut up you shit-faced little bitch!"

Bonnie turned to face them. "Please! You're screaming right in my ears!"

I thought Alice was going to make a retort, but she went back to munching on her popcorn while Patti Ann took another swig of beer, both refusing to look at one another.

"Okay, Christiana," Michelle began, "let's say this guy Peter that Alice keeps talking about can shoot really huge loads. He's got to be one man among millions—a freak. The probability of there being three men who can perform such a stunt and be in the same place at the same time is extremely unlikely. I'm not accusing anyone here, but my guess is that these guys got a hold of your drug somehow."

"That's not possible, "I said defensively. "There were only two tablets that went out of the Clinic and I gave them both to Bonnie. The remainder of the drug is safely locked away."

Michelle frowned. "Have you ever considered that you may have a disgruntled person in your employ? Someone who has it in for you?"

"Oh, come on Michelle," I replied with some agitation. "There are many people who don't see eye to eye with my way of doing things. But that doesn't mean they're ripping me off."

"It's not beyond possibility, Christiana," she replied, frankly. "Present company excluded, of course."

Bonnie shot both Michelle and I a disconcerting look. "You know what I think? I think you two are ruining my birthday with all this talk about EJAX-472. Can you both just let it go for today? Please? For my sake?"

She issued her request with such earnestness that both Michelle and I were reduced to silence. Yet again I had managed to spread discord in the face of what should have been a happy event—and once again EJAX-472 was at the center of it.

But Michelle got me to thinking. What if there was a traitor in the ranks? What if someone had managed to pilfer some of the drug without my knowledge? Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl were not only my assistants; they were my friends. And Rebecca's recent admission of her guilt regarding her giving Bonnie a copy of the videotape, although a minor infraction, proved to me that her conscience would not allow her to condescend to petty larceny. I had to include Maria in this category as well. Cheryl, being a relatively new addition to my staff, could still be considered outside the boundaries of trust I had long ago established between Rebecca, Maria, and me. However, I believed I knew the girl well enough not to entertain any doubts as to her loyalty. Besides, as Rebecca and I were the only two people who had access to the drug, she, as well as Maria had to be held unaccountable. Of course, the other and more reasonable explanation was that the feats of non-stop sperm production were genuinely intrinsic to the men themselves, and that all my suspicions were groundless. As difficult as this was for me to accept, I had to admit to myself that it was a more plausible theory and one that I chose to entertain rather than think ill of my friends. After mulling these thoughts around for some time, I decided to wait and see what other surprises might befall us as the show progressed before deciding what action, if any, to take.

"What the fuck?" Bonnie said suddenly.

The music had abruptly stopped and I was startled from my reverie by the absence of any human beings on the stage with the exception of one small-sized man who approached the center of the ring with a slow, deliberate gait.

"Holy shit!" Alice exclaimed. "Look at this guy!"

Everyone in the audience gasped.

The man, completely naked, with the exception of an Australian bushman's hat, which he wore on one side of his head, stood about four feet in height and was smoking a cigar. As he walked his legs seemed to wobble slightly, so that he teetered from side to side as he made his way upstage. As he drew nearer I could hear a persistent scratching sound like that of a broom being dragged along the floor. Swish, swish, came the funny rubbing noise with each step the little man took. He seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time traversing the length of the area, and looking between his legs I realized the reason for his impeded movement. There, trailing behind him, and in all its resplendent glory, was a massive testicular sac containing what could only be described as a huge pair of ripe casaba melons—two wonderfully freakish specimens of elephantiasis of the scrotum.

No one knew what to make of it. I had seen pictures of freaks in medical books that dealt with the subject, but elephantiasis was an abnormality commonly associated with the brain and its surrounding tissue, not the reproductive system. Yet, here he was, standing not more than twenty feet away from us, a living testimony to the non-selective process of the disease at work—a case for the medical books.

"How ya doin'?" he said addressing the crowd. "I'm Joey Balls."

The line was delivered with all the inflection and intent of a Mafioso boss, but the accent was unmistakably Australian. Suddenly, the entire audience erupted with laughter and wild applause.

"Who is this man?" I asked Bonnie.

"I have no fucking idea," she replied awestruck. "He must be an acquaintance of Philip's. I don't know!"

Everyone stood up to get a better look at his gargantuan testicles that sat like two silent sentinels on the floor between his short, stubby legs.

"Jesus Christ!" Maria shouted over the din, "Look at his balls! Look at them!"

Flashbulbs were going off like crazy as the women in the audience tried to get a picture of Joey, some even standing on chairs to snap a shot and some even falling into the laps of their friends as they tried to do so.

I noticed that his penis looked fairly normal, that is, of course, in comparison to a normal-sized scrotum. But the balls themselves were completely out of proportion to the rest of him. It seemed as though the sheer size of his scrotum acted like a counterweight to his rather large head, serving to keep him balanced and upright when he might have otherwise toppled over. I figured him to be a man in his mid to late thirties, clean-shaven with short brown hair, and attractive in a somewhat inexplicable way. I wondered if he had been born with the disease, and if not, how long it took to develop. From a medical standpoint, I knew a little about elephantiasis and its causes, but seeing the mutation up close made me curious as to its pathology.

"All right, all right," Joey said, "settle down, settle down."

It took several more minutes before the crowd's excitement was quelled. He took a long puff on his cigar and waited until everyone was quiet. Seeing that all the women were now patiently awaiting him to speak, he addressed us.

"Thank you ladies, thank you," he began. "That was the nicest reception I ever had."

The little naked man seemed completely at ease, as if addressing a group of women sans clothing was for him nothing more than routine.

"For those of you who are wonderin'," he continued, "I'm the founder of this here sex circus. We come up from Australia about a week ago at the bequest of Mr. Olmstead to perform at his wife's birthday party. After we leave Stockholm, we'll be embarkin' on a worldwide tour, seeing as our show has become so popular. Now I know some of you, probably all of you, are tryin' to figure out how in hell I got me these here two jumbo gibbers between my legs. Well, I'll tell you. I was born with 'em. That's right, born with 'em. So look all you like ladies, I'm proud of my two beauties. And if any of you want to cop a feel of 'em, well you can just come up here and do so."

I was astonished to find myself, along with about half of the audience, get up and walk toward the ring where the little man stood. He remained completely unperturbed at our approach, actively inviting the women to come closer and engage him in conversation. They chatted excitedly amongst each other as they tried to make sense of his fantastic mutation, treating his testicles almost with an air of religious devotion, unabashedly examining the bulging sac by caressing and fondling it, regarding it for all intents and purposes as though it were a separate entity unto itself. Joey was thrilled at all the attention his two nether mates were enjoying, every now and then speaking to the women to remind them that it was he, and not his balls, that possessed the power of speech. He was actually a very gracious and humorous fellow, notwithstanding his somewhat unrefined demeanor. After a while, seeing him naked with his two giant companions resting beneath him became less of a visual absurdity and more of a genuinely enjoyable experience.

"I'm doctor Christiana Swensen," I said to him. "Philip Olmstead's sister-in-law."

"Nice to meet you doc!" he replied, engagingly.

"May I?" I asked him, tentatively reaching out my hand to touch his sac.

"Go right ahead. Everybody else does."

He said this in such a matter of fact, congenial way that I was immediately put at ease. As my hands glided over the taught, smooth area comprising his scrotum, I was overcome by the pleasure of the tactile sensation and involuntarily moaned aloud. He noticed my embarrassment and smiled.

"Not to be ashamed my dear," he said amiably. "Lots of ladies react that way anytime they get near the two blighters. I'll bet you ain't ever seen anything like 'em"

"Never," I replied, as I continued to fondle him. "You say you were born this way?"

"That's right miss. Came out of my mother's womb with these two monstrosities trailin' behind me. Nearly put her under the first time she saw them they did."

"I can understand why."

Before I could utter another word, Bonnie came up from behind me smiling broadly.

"That's some fucking set of nuts you have there pal!" she said to Joey. "Christ! Are they real?"

"Yup, they're the right stuff all right."

Bonnie didn't wait for an invitation. Reaching out her hand she joined mine in fondling the delectable flesh.

"Isn't this amazing, sis?" she said thrilled. "They're the size of watermelons I swear!"

"The eighth wonder of the world is what they are miss," he said, enjoying our caresses.

"I can't get over it," she said continuing to rub her hands over his bloated sac.

I noticed that a few ladies from the film crew had managed to move up through the crowd to capture on film the incredible sight. Joey struck a prideful pose as the cameras came in for a close up of his wondrous equipment.

"Go ahead," he said to the camera crew, "take all the pictures you want."

At one time or another during the next ten minutes everyone who had come to see Joey's pair of oversized balls managed to touch and fondle them. Alice and Patti Ann were beside themselves with laughter as they prodded the huge sac, receiving a hearty compliment from Joey in the process. Michelle stroked him a few times before retiring to her seat, looking somewhat embarrassed to be seen catering to a man she later described as a circus sideshow freak. My assistants were a bit more demonstrative however as the three of them came face to face with Joey's beauties.

"You must have a gallon of sperm in those things!" Rebecca blurted out, unable to hide her admiration.

"I ain't measured it yet, miss," Joey replied in a matter of fact tone, "but I'd say that's a conservative estimate."

"Oh, my God," she said.

He noted all three girls' shocked reaction to this statement with glee.

"How did they get so big?" Maria asked him.

"It's a mystery to me darlin'," he replied.

"Do they bother you?" Cheryl inquired.

"At times they can be a bit inconvenient, but I'm pretty much used to 'em by now."

All of us continued to massage and fondle the enormous sac, commenting on the satiny smoothness of his skin and the utter absence of any surrounding pubic hair.

"How did you come to know my husband?" Bonnie asked Joey.

"Well, miss," he began, "you're husband heard about my circus through a mutual business associate and rang me up. I already had plans for a world tour and saw no good reason why I shouldn't kick off the whole shebang by making your lovely country our first stop."

"How fortuitous for me!" she exclaimed.

"For everybody I'd say, miss," he replied with a grin.

We engaged the little man in conversation for a few minutes more before he politely asked all of us to return to our seats for the finale of the show. As I resumed my seat, Michelle, who was already sitting down, turned to me.

"I'd love to do a study on him, wouldn't you?" she said with enthusiasm.

"Most definitely," I replied. "I'll speak to Philip and see what we can arrange."

She reached out and took my hand. "Maybe we can work on this one together!"

Once the remainder of the women had resumed their seats, Joey again addressed us.

"Ladies, I would now like to introduce you to a woman who has been with me since I started this circus three years ago. She is an amazing athlete and a well-known celebrity in Australia and I know you're going to appreciate her as much as I. Allow me to introduce to you, Kira, the Australian Amazon!"

The orchestra immediately began playing some strange tribal music to accompany the woman as she walked into the ring. I don't think anyone was prepared for what we saw, but if Joey represented the embodiment of the physically gross and absurd, then Kira certainly reflected the polar opposite. Walking onto the stage with all the grace of a big cat was a beautiful black woman almost six feet five inches in height, dressed in nothing but a leopard skin and carrying a long wooden spear. Her raven black hair was long and unencumbered, falling down to her waist in one flowing mass of curls that did indeed give her the appearance of a tribal goddess. She frowned as she approached Joey, holding her spear out in front of her in attack mode, pointing the sharp tip directly at his bulging sac.

"You pathetic little insect!" she screamed at the unsuspecting little man. "I should shove the tip of my spear right into your big, ugly balls!"

As she said this she moved closer to him, her spear only inches from his testicles. Joey made an attempt to protect his bountiful treasures with his hands but it was clearly too much area for his little hands to cover.

"What did I do?" he said meekly, trying to discern the reason for her anger.

"You forgot to say 'Queen' Kira, that's what!" Now say it before I run you through!"

"I'm so sorry your majesty," Joey hastily replied as he gave her a slight bow. "Ladies," he said facing us, "may I introduce you to 'Queen' Kira, the Australian Amazon!"

No sooner had he said that than she backed off, lowering her spear. The audience applauded as she did a formal curtsey.

What followed was a series of acrobatics, gymnastics, and weapons play that were absolutely wonderful in their execution and professionalism. At one point she used Joey as a human target, flinging knives, hatchets, and other pointed weapons at the poor man as he lay helplessly propped up against a wooden frame. It was hard to tell if she was really throwing the weapons or if it was done by some process of legerdemain, but the effect was startling and unnerving to behold.

During the course of the performance, Joey's body was utilized by the wild Amazonian in varying degrees of subservience. At one moment she would have him get on all fours and mount him like a stallion, flagellating his massive balls with a tiny whip in order to goad him forward. The next moment she would have him lie face up on the floor as she stuck her bare feet in his face, wiggling her toes back and forth in his open mouth as she forced him to suck and caress each toe with his tongue. She treated his entire body with casual indifference, as though he were nothing more than a human prop, and Joey seemed to enjoy it because I noticed that during the course of these casually inflicted punishments, he had acquired an immense erection.

Kira noticed the little man's hard on and sneered.

"You like to be abused don't you, you little shit!"

"Yes, your majesty," Joey replied, bowing low.

Kira laughed. "You see, ladies," she said addressing the audience, "this is where the man belongs—at the woman's feet!"

Her statement provoked a round of applause from the crowd.

Without saying another word, she removed her single piece of clothing, revealing a body most women would sell their souls to possess. Every inch of her was cut to perfection, especially her legs, which seemed to go on forever. She straddled Joey with her back to his face and slowly lowered herself onto his giant prick, being careful not to injure his balls as she absorbed the full length of him. Still holding the spear in her right hand, she began squatting up and down on the rigid pole as her left hand caressed his fat, cum-swollen sac. It didn't take her long to cum. Spewing forth a host of epithets in some obscure tribal tongue, she was soon overtaken by the first in a series of very long climaxes that made her entire body shudder. As she reached the height of her final orgasm, she screamed something in her strange dialect and flung her spear across the arena, where it landed with a sharp thud in the wooden partition.