Friday, November 20, 2015

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Hey guys!

I posted part 2 of The Twins story line.

I appreciate if I get feedback.

Getting feedback from readers inspire me to write and post new stories.

I need inspiration and ideas.

So far, I have a dozen stories on ball busting...F/M, M/M, consensual, and nonconsensual.

I will post them sooner the more comments I see.

The Twins (Part 2)

The drive to Ciudad Valdeluz was slower than usual. Isabel did not want to attract attention and drove the ambulance well under speed limits. 

Isabel made sure the twins cooperated. She gave each man an injection of Haloperidol into their thighs. She inserted intravenous catheters in a big vein on each of the twins' arms.

Alejandro and Amado were still obtunded. They are now fully nude, strapped on securely by thick leather restraints over their chests, hips, and thighs. Their legs were slightly apart. Their wrists were securely fastened on each side of their gurneys.

Their penises jutted upwards towards their bellies at 45 degree angle, fully erect, with their thick heads slightly purplish in hue. Each set of balls hung loosely in their long sacks and touched the gurney between their thighs. 

Cristina had fun removing every article of clothing the twins were wearing. She had her iPhone document nearly every square inch of the boys' bodies.

Cristina was amused to see each independent testicle appear to squirm inside the scrotum. They moved every few seconds, closer to the body, then dropping loosely at the bottom of each sack.

They were nearly identical in every single way. However, side by side, and up close, there were subtle differences.

The most obvious is Amado's 5 o'clock shadow.  He was not able to shave before Isabel knocked him out with a cup of coffee laced with GHB.  

The girls found this difference convenient to help them tell them apart quickly as everything else were identical.

Cristina must have taken more than a hundred pictures. She was fascinated by Alejandro's and Amado's green eyes. The irises had identical striations and color variations.

But what she was most fascinated with were their genitalia. She spent most of the trip thoroughly examining them. 

They were impressive even in their flaccid states. Each man had a set of testicles the size of golf balls. Their penises, when they were softer, earlier in the trip, were completely covered by their long foreskins.  Their whole package gave slight spongy bounces as the ambulance raced its way on the Autovia del Nordeste. 

At the start of the trip, she knelt between the gurneys and caressed each man's chest with her soft hands. She appreciated how firm and sturdy the pectorals felt. She worked her way down to her targets, feeling the smoothness of their skins under her fingertips.

She handled Amado's balls with her right palm and Alejandro's balls with her left. They were large enough to fill the whole cup of her palms. She gave each a gentle squeeze and rolled each set of balls in her hands. They felt warm and heavy. The contained orbs felt firm. Each testicle had a slight give with her gentle squeeze.

All these genital manipulation were starting to produce more effect. The twins, even in their stupor, let out soft grunts. They each lifted their hips ever so slightly as if reaching for an imagined hole.

She expected the response. Each of the man's penis started to stiffen. She found it amusing. Each time she gave the testicles a soft tug and squeeze, their shafts responded by slowly pumping air into balloons.

Even the timing of their erections were synchronized. Each shaft initially lengthened and widened to a half erect state, lifted above their testicles, pointed straight up, then rested on the lower belly of each twin.

Three more tugs and squeezes on their balls and their penises stretched to their full lengths, with their heads poking completely out of their foreskins. They pointed upwards towards their belly buttons. Each shaft bobbed up and down in unison to their pulses.

The difference was subtle but now is more obvious. Alejandro's erect penis leaned slightly to the right, while Amado's leaned to the left. And there's the pale brown scar at the base of Amado's shaft.

Cristina reached for a measuring tape and compared each length. Alejandro: 8 3/4 inches. Amado: 8 1/2 inches. Then circumference. Alejandro: 5 inches. Amado: 5 1/4 inches.

Finally, a measurable difference.

Cristina grabbed each of the men's penis tightly in each hand. She felt moisture between her legs. She gave each shaft a slow pump.

Alejandro and Amado started to breath heavily. Their six-packed bellies moved in and out with each heavy grunt.

She was deliberate and only made very slow motions.

The twins started to pump their hips in their sleep. 

Cristina allowed them to do this but immediately let their penises go when clear precum dripped from their tips almost simultaneously.

The twins protested with low pitched growls. Their hips humped the air. Their penises swayed stiffly like metal rods with each movement.

Isabel heard the commotion and looked back. She laughed but advised Cristina to delay the fun until they get to the medical center.

Clear drool continued to drip from the twins' penises, forming a sticky string of fluid that hung from each penis tip down to the twins' belly.

Cristina couldn't resist. She leaned down and put the head of Alejandro's penis in her mouth. She licked its opening and sucked in the juice that oozed from it.  Alejandro groaned in his sleep. Fearing he would climax, she immediately released his penis. The penis plopped out of her mouth and as if releasing tension, the shaft slapped sharply on his belly.

Precum still dribbled from its tip. Alejandro grimaced with frustration.

She then directed her attention to Amado's penis. It was equally impressive as his brother's but she could now appreciate how this was thicker.

She leaned over and this time inserted the head of Amado's penis in her mouth. She smelled a slight and familiar odor of unwashed penis. She didn't mind the smell as long as she does not see any smegma.

"Cristy," Amado whispered.

She was flattered and felt wanted. Amado mentioned her name, not Isabel's.

Cristina straightened up and nervously checked. Amado was still asleep but obviously enjoyed her mouth.  

She looked up front, checked on Isabel and saw her eyes were concentrating on the highway. There appears to have been an accident ahead. They are still in Alcala de Henares and the traffic has slowed down the speed to about 30 kilometers per hour.

She had time to show her appreciation.

She wrapped her each hand around each of the boys' shaft and began to pump more vigorously. She had perfected handling men's penises.  She has learned almost a choreographed method of jerking men off. She learned this from one of her girl friends, Pune. She was Indian. It was called lingam massage.

She starts by stroking the shaft the usual method, up and down, vigorously, almost violently. However, she has set a mental timer. She varied her motions after every 20 secs.

20 secs. She loosens her grip, and would stroke the shaft, almost delicately.

20 secs. She grabs the penile head firmly and makes twisting motions, like opening a jar of peanut butter.

20 secs. She wraps her hand at the base of the penis and squeezes tightly, almost choking the shaft. This traps more blood into the penis and almost certainly turns the pink glans purple.

20 secs. She wraps her hand around where the scrotum connects to the body. She firmly but gently pulls down, trapping each testicle at the the bottom of the sack, and stretches the whole package as far down as it allows. This tugs on the base of the penis, dragging the whole shaft, making the erection point further upwards (or downwards, if the man was standing).

20 secs. She gently rolls the testicles in her hand and gives them soft squeezes. This action generally leads to copious amounts of precum to ooze out.

20 secs. With an open palm, she runs her hand up and down the underside of the penis, up and down, from the bottom of the shaft, to the now wet tip.

20 secs. Whenever she can use both hands (this time she couldn't), she would grab the upper half of the penis with her right hand and the bottom half with her left, and start to squeeze and twist in opposite directions. By now, the penis would be well lubricated by drippings coming from the tip.

20 secs. She would lick the penile opening with the tip of her tongue. She would attempt to widen it, pushing the tip of her tongue as far in the urethra as she can. (With the twins, she each give their penises 10 seconds.)

She would do these motions, over and over, always mindful of the man's reactions. She always wanted to delay orgasm, wanting to hear the man beg for release.

This time she had her eyes on their faces. She had an instinct when climax was imminent. The man's face contorts, breathing becomes more labored, the belly becomes stiffer, and the testicles retract closer to the body.

A second before this occurs, she lets go of the penis, deftly pushes four fingers and holds pressure up the area behind the testicles, between the scrotum and rectum. 20 secs.

The boys this time squirm in unreleased agony. Their eyelids flutter. Low growls are released. The penises flick up and down, pulsating. Their butt muscles clench. Their arms bulge with veins almost ready to burst as they pulled on their straps. The hips start fucking air.

She keeps the pressure up the perineum until she sees the body relax and the scrotum loosens, allowing the balls to drop down.

Then she does it all over again. Over and over again.

The twins were in agony. Their balls appear more swollen. There penises are now purple and almost certainly have lengthened beyond their usual size.

Cristina enjoyed the torture and power. She has never felt near absolute power over a man before. She found it intoxicating and wanted more.

"We are nearly there..." Isabel said without looking back.

Cristina saw the exit to Guadalajara. She is not very familiar with this area north east of Madrid.  She heard or read somewhere of the ghost city of Ciudad Valdeluz and always wanted to come check it out. There was a  medical center that opened only twice a week. Isabel read most of the X-rays whenever she comes.

She went back to her business. She must have massaged the twins' genitals over twenty minutes. The penile shafts are now completely wet with her saliva and precum. The fluid have dripped down their balls and formed small puddles on the gurney.

She did the routine one last round. When she saw that the boys were near climax, she performed her final the past, she had a gentler version, but this...this was violent.

She grabbed each penis and held them as tight as she could. She then, almost angrily, jerked the penis along the entire length of the shaft. She pulled up on the shaft, masturbating it up, forcefully, as if trying to pull it off its roots. She then quickly masturbates down. Quickly. She slams the bottom part of her clasped hand on the testicles underneath.

She did this several times, up and down, pull out the penis, then slam the balls.

The twins had tears roll from their eyes. They gritted their teeth but were still unaware.

Cristina was impressed on how long they held. The twins usually came within minutes. It must be the drugs, she thought.

This time she sees orgasm is near. She increased her speed and violence. Soft wet slaps were produced each time her fist pounded down on their now retracting balls.

The twins came...nearly the same time. They were twin geysers. Thick ropes of come shot out of each penile tip and landed on the vital signs monitor above their heads. More come burst out, landing on their faces, and chest.

Cristina, for an unknown reason, was angered by this. She let go of their penises. They wiggled around and continue to pump white semen.

She eyed the twins' retracted balls. She clenched her hands to make fists. And without knowing why, started to punch each man in their balls.

Alejandro and Amado almost sat up by the initial pain. Cristina felt the boys' balls flatten against their pubic bones on her first punch. They each raised their heads and shoulders above their pillows but were limited by the straps across their chests. Their eyes were now open and they each emitted a soft croak.

Semen squirted out of their penile openings. She was completely drunk with her new found power. Twenty seconds she counted, she lifted both fists up rapidly hammered them down on each their testicles. A little more semen shot out of their penises. This time with less energy, only managing to shoot out and land on their belly buttons.

Cristina felt their orbs trapped in their retracted states. She imagined hearing squishing sounds as they changed shape under her fists.

The twins pulled on their straps. Their hips moved this way and that, instinctively wanting to avoid the pain. They attempted to fold their bodies into fetal positions but the straps wouldn't allow them.

She looked into their eyes. The twins appear half-dazed. Saliva started to form and overflow out of there partly opened and mewing mouths. There teeth were clenched.

She let them recover. 20 secs. She raised both fists again, this time aiming her knuckles, targeting Amados' right testicle and Alejandro's left. She drove her fists down. Dull thwacking sounds signaled contact of her knuckles with the men's trapped testicles.

A little bit more white come oozed out of each twin's penis. Cristina noted this and decided to empty the boys completely. The twins maintained their attempts to protect their genitals. The wrists restraints and thigh straps prevented them from this.

20 secs. She aimed her knuckles, this time, towards the other ball. Semen dribbled out of their penises.

They are almost empty, she thought.

She changed tactics. She used each hand and grabbed the twins by their balls. She gathered their sacks and pulled on the orbs they contained. They were both retracted, very close to their bodies, but with surprising ease, she was able to pull them down and way from their entrapments.

She now had each set of testicles in her palms. She has absolute control over them and felt powerful.

Their shafts were still rigid. Semen appears to have stopped dribbling from their tips. She wanted to make sure. She applied pressure and squeezed. She imagined trying to juice lemons and squeezed so hard her knuckles turned pale. The more she squeezed the angrier she felt. She also started to tug on their sacks and pulled them up and away from their bodies.

The trapped testicles had nowhere to go but follow her reins. The twins lifted their hips attempting to relieve the pressure. Their breathing became even more labored. Heavy grunts emanated from gritted teeth every few seconds.

Their penises now pointed straight up, perpendicular to their bodies. They were still their full erect lengths. They were completely covered with a shiny layer of come.

She saw the twins' scrotal skin ooze out between her clasped fingers. She continued her assault for what must have been a minute. She gave one final strong pull and squeeze. She thought she felt something give or tear.

Both men shrieked..."Aargh!"

White fluid oozed out of their dicks. The consistency was thick, almost toothpaste-like. She felt something spasm within their sacks and beyond.

Alejandro and Amado were now at least partially awake. Their eyes had glazed looks and they started to look around the unfamiliar space. They have never felt pain like this.

"Where am I?" Alejandro blubbered.

Amado was a little more confused and turned his head from side to side trying to shake his confusion. He sobbed from the pain.

Cristina felt absolute control over them. These two muscular men and their large genitals were helpless under her gaze.

The twins became more rambunctious and started to tug and pull on their restraints. Their protests became louder and more lucid.

Isabel looked up on the rear view mirror. She was aware what Cristina was up to. She did not care. She wanted Cristina to enjoy and learn more about power and control.

Cristina saw Isabel staring at her through the mirror. There was an instant awareness and bonding. A sisterhood was formed. A sisterhood of ballbusters.

"Check the drug cabinet," Isabel instructed.

Cristina reached over and opened the cabinet. Inside were different vials and syringes neatly packed in plastic casings. She acted swiftly. The boys are getting more aware and appear to get stronger by the minute.

"Pick the vial labelled Midazolam," Isabel said.

There were several different vials with different colored tops. She found a vial containing morphine but definitely did not pick this. She made sure the twins felt each and every punishment they deserved. 

She found several vials of Midazolam and asked Isabel for more instructions.

She filled two large syringes with the contents of two vials. Isabel instructed her to inject the medication through their IVs. 

Cristina inspected the IVs but both must have been pulled out because of the twins' attempts to free themselves.

"Just inject it directly to them. Pick a spot," Isabel barked.

She found several sizes of needles. She wanted to use the fattest bore but Isabel warned her of causing too much unwanted bleeding.

She opted for skinny but long needles and screwed them on the ends of the syringes.

The men became more frenzied when they saw the syringes. They both started to scream...





"Pick a spot," she smiled.

She directed her attention towards Amado's genitals. His penis was flopping side-to-side, half erect. His scrotum was slightly larger with swelling from her punches. She grabbed on to his sack and isolated the right orb. She pulled the testicle up and outwards, stretching the skin tightly around it.

She deftly stuck the needle through his scrotum and penetrated the meat of his right testicle. When Cristina felt satisfied that the tip of the needle was dead center in his right orb, she pushed the syringe plunger and encountered resistance.

Amado appeared stunned. His eyes stared up at the roof of the ambulance. His mouth opened wide and he let out a silent scream. 

She felt Amado's testicle slowly swell. The meat must be dense because she found it hard to inject the whole 10 cc of medication. She felt something crackle inside his scrotum as if tissues stretch out and tear. The orb lost its round shape and formed a nodular bulge on one side. She emptied the contents of the syringe into his ball.

Amado, still mute, but mouth wide open in protest, bucked his whole body from side to side.

To Cristina's mild horror and instant satisfaction, she felt something snap. She released Amado's genitals and looked at the syringe. The needle must have broken in half!

She quickly inspected Amado's testicles. She could not see the other half. She grabbed onto the right ball and felt around for it. 

Amado screamed, this time with a gurgling sound. He drooled and spit all over. His saliva mixed with the semen that landed on his face now ran down the sides of his cheeks, down his neck.

The right testicle has swollen to double its size. She felt the tip of the broken needle, just under the surface of his orb. It would be impossible to retrieve it. 

He started to drip blood from the puncture wound in his scrotum. She gave the puncture site a tight pinch...20 secs. This stemmed the bleeding.

Isabel saw what happened and laughed. "Amiga, pick another spot! I don't think the sedative will work that way!" 

Amado surprisingly calmed down. 

"Perhaps it did work..." Isabel said. "A man's balls do have a rich network of blood vessels."

Amado appeared drunk. The mixture of Haloperidol and Midazolam is working. He stared blankly into space. He occasionally grunted when sharp pain shot up from his testicles into his belly.

"Pick another spot," Cristina turned her attention to Alejandro.

Alejandro was in a state of shock. He saw what Cristina did to his brother's balls. He still tried to free himself, flexing his muscular arms, pulling the restraints to their limits.

Cristina stared directly into his eyes. She showed him the syringe.

"Pick another spot," she whispered.

She inspected Alejandro's genitals. His penis was now completely flaccid, drooped between his balls, the head still poking out of its foreskin.

She thought about injecting it into his right testicle but changed her mind. She didn't want the punishment to be identical to Amado's.

She knows a little about human anatomy. She opted for a very big blood vessel!

Cristina grabbed the head of his penis with her left and yanked it towards his knees.

Alejandro gave out a soft yell and pleaded, "Please, don't."

She pulled on the glans and stretched his penis as far down as she could. 

"I think I picked the next spot," she informed Isabel.

Isabel looked back and saw what Cristina planned. This will definitely work. The penis is nothing but a big blood vessel. She thought.

She smiled  and  gave further instructions.

Cristina was elated by this. It became a science project on a man's penis. She quickly went through the medication vials and found what she was told to give.

She squeezed out 1 cc of the Midazolam from the syringe, leaving 9 cc of the medication. She aspirated 1 cc of Nitroglycerine into the syringe. 

Alejandro just stared quietly in horror.

Cristina set the syringe down and grabbed the tip of his penis. She stretched it towards his feet. With her right hand, as Isabel instructed, she felt and searched for different tubes and inner workings of his shaft. She was looking for a dorsal vessel. 

When she thought she identified her target, she grabbed the syringe and aimed right in the middle of his shaft where it connected to his body.

She injected the contents of the syringe and emptied it in less than 5 seconds. This time there was less resistance. She released his penis, grabbed her iPhone, then pressed record. 

The effect was immediate!

Alejandro's penis engorged angrily in response to the offending concoction. It quickly stood straight up at a 90 degree angle to his body. The penis pulsated. The color of the glans quickly changed from pink to red to blue to purple in less than 3 minutes. The base of the penis was more swollen than the rest. She must have penetrated deeper than he planned. Edema, with the color of bruise, started to form a cuff around the whole girth of the base of his shaft.

Alejandro was delirious with pain. He felt the medication burn the insides of his penis. He felt his penis instantly stiffen and enlarge. He felt his penis would explode with the pressure.

Cristina was impressed. His penis was completely rigid. She grabbed her tape measure. 9 1/2 inches! 

She inspected his package more closely. His testicles were rolling up and down the scrotum that is now beet red in color. His whole body is now flushed.

Her iPhone documented the stiffness of his penis. It used to sway with the movements of the ambulance, this time, it pointed upwards, immovable.

With her left fingertips, she pinched the head of his penis. 

"Aiee!" Alejandro screamed. It was loud and shocking. He felt sharp and burning pain travel up and down his shaft and into his bowels.

Cristina ignored his cries and continued to squeeze his penis with her fingertips. His shaft felt very full, stiffer than usual, and hotter than usual. She squeezed and worked her way from the tip of his penis down to its base. Cloudy fluid dripped from the penile opening.

Alejandro kept screaming.




The pain was excruciating. Alejandro felt his genitals were being skinned. The sharp pains were followed by a gnawing ache behind his balls, into his back, and down his rectum.

Isabel looked back with approval. However, she warned Cristina that his screams can be heard by other motorists.

Cristina grabbed a small plastic box that contained surgical gauzes. She made a fist-size ball of the gauzes and jammed this inside Alejandro's mouth.

He continued to scream. This time, they were muffled by his gag.

"We should be there in 5 minutes," Isabel stated.

Cristina went back to her project. She wrapped her left hand around his erection and started to pump. 

This made Alejandro almost passed out. The pain was horrendous. He continued to scream. He bucked and kipped so forcefully that the whole gurney started to jump off the ambulance.

Cristina continued to masturbate him, now with both hands. She used her right hand to twist the upper half of his penis clockwise, her left hand to twist the bottom half counter clockwise.

Alejandro started to make choking sounds. 

Isabel was reassured when she saw his oxygen saturation on the monitor was still 100% 

She smelled something offensive. He lost control of his bowels.

She was insulted. How dare this man shit on her, she thought. She looked around the ambulance and found a pair of surgical gloves. She expertly put them on and went back to business.

Alejandro continued to buck. The gurney rolled around the ambulance. 

In frustration, she shifted positions and grabbed his penis with her left hand. She continued to pump his now already blue penis, determined to make him release his poison.

She formed a fist with her right hand and aimed for the contents of his scrotum. 

She punched his testicles with full force, this time cutting her mental timer to every 10 seconds. 

Her punches made sickening splatting sounds each time she hit them. Moisture from his loose bowel movement started to splash between his splayed thighs.

His balls stayed loosely hanging in their sacks. His scrotum formed blue spots of bruises where her knuckles made contact.

Alejandro is now feeling the effects of the sedative. His protestations became less forceful and less frequent. 

However, the pain is still unrelenting. There was an increasing pressure building up within his balls and up his belly button. 

He came. Alejandro lifted his whole upper torso up from the gurney and pulled on his restraints. The pain was unbelievable. He felt as if his whole manhood was placed in a vise and washing machine at the same time.

Thick cream spurted from the tip of his penis. It landed just below his belly button. 

Cristina quit punching and grabbed his shaft with both hands and pumped feverishly. She pumped a little more and squeezed as tightly as she can. Pinkish fluid dripped down from the opening and onto to her fingers.

Alejandro gave one final yet and pulled on his wrist restraints. Cristina heard a soft crack and looked up. 

Alejandro's right arm appeared longer than his left. 

"He probably pulled it right out his socket," Isabel explained when she asked.

Alejandro was completely out.

Cristina looked at his semen closely. It was blood-tinged. 

She did a close inspection. Alejandro's penis was swollen and had blue welts the shape of her fingers. There were specks of blood on the head. Tiny capillaries broke through the skin and bled. 

She pinched the head of his penis tightly with her gloved hand. 20 secs. The bleeding stopped.

She leaned back satisfied. She lifted her iPhone and pressed the video button. The boys were still obtunded, strapped, and their massive penises swayed, synchronously, with the movements of the ambulance. Their large testicles bounced when the ambulance tires hit rough patches.

"I think I can tell them apart easily now, " she giggled at the sight of Alejandro's battered penis and Amado's swollen testicle.

The ambulance stopped. Cristina looked out the rear window and saw that they are parked next to a two-storey building. It looked abandoned.

She opened the rear doors and jumped out. The area was a ghost town. All around her were empty lots overgrown by weeds. 

Isabel was already out of the ambulance to help her.

The stench of sweat, blood, semen, and stool immediately assaulted Isabel.

"Cristina, you naughty girl, what have you been doing back here," she grinned.

Cristina looked back at the helpless twins and admired her handiwork.

Isabel and Cristina stood there for a minute and stared at Alejandro's and Amado's genitals.

Then then looked at each other and nodded knowingly. 

It's time to show men where true power is held.

They have a whole week before the medical center reopens. 

That's plenty of time to perfect their craft.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

 I will post stories soon! My real job has me traveling the world the past few months so I have not been able to do update this site.
Traveling to different places has inspired me to write stories involving multiple nationalities and how men from different countries can still be easily hurt by women.
Come back soon!

Saturday, July 5, 2014

That took awhile!

Hey guys! Is anybody still out there? It took awhile because I had to travel (work, work, work). I promise updates!
Meanwhile...I published my first ebook on Amazon and Kobo!

Serial Women Book1

Please enjoy the first book of three.
The books follow the lives of three women who formed an alliance. The first chapter is familiar because it involves Kendra and her mother. But wait 'til you get a load of Emily and Pune!
Hang on to your balls. These women are savage.
It starts in Guben, Germany, goes through parts of South Africa, New Delhi, India, and Berlin. Start reading!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Twins (Part1)

The song "Wake me up" blasted from Alejandro's iPhone prompting him to wake up at 530am. He had to get up early. He has an important lecture in Pathology he could not miss.

He got out of bed and had to reorient himself. He looked at the figure sleeping next to him. Cristina? Isabel? 

He looked at a book shelf next to the bed. Diccionario Politecnico, Advanced Engineering, Statistics...

He is Amado for the  next one hour and was last night. And Cristina lay next to him.

He got out of bed and went directly to the bathroom. He looked himself up at the mirror and wished he could cut his hair. The dark brown wavy hair had grown longer and has started to become unruly and curly at the front and back hairline. He had to coordinate this with Amado.

Alejandro stood naked in the middle of the bathroom. He was 5'11" tall and had a lean muscular body. He is at the prime of his health at 23 years of age. He plays soccer at least once a week. He goes to Crossfit at least 4 times a week. He was handsome. He has light green eyes. He kept his body relatively hairless opting to shave his chest, belly, and pubic hair. He has a long brown uncircumcised penis. It measures 8.5 inches when erect. His testicles were large and hung low.

He stepped under the shower and felt the warm water wake him up further. He grabbed the soap and started to clean his body with it. Lavanda puig. It was one of the few differences he and Amado had. He never liked his brother's choice of soap or cologne.

Otherwise, he and his brother are identical in everyway. One big difference, of course, was their choice of professions. Alejandro planned to be a Radiologist. Amado wanted to be an Engineer.

They were very close. They shared everything since they were little. Clothes, toys, money, and even girls. They initially started playing pranks on their friends, pretending to be the other. They became quite an expert in fooling people who did not know them.

They found a great potential when one night, in their senior year in high school, Alejandro's girlfriend made out with Amado by mistake. When Alejandro found out, he intentionally made out with Amado's girlfriend the next day. The twins discovered early on they could get away with most anything, especially sharing women.

They were identical twins. Their bodies were similar in every way...fingerprints, shoe size, length of penis, and size of balls. They have the same mannerisms and speech patterns. Only their parents could tell them apart, and even then with difficulty.

Over the past nine years of being sexually active, they must have shared more than 40 women. They had it down to a science. Each would attract females and date them for several days. They traded notes on each girl and would swap partners after the first time they engaged in sexual intercourse. They usually would fuck the women at least a dozen times before unceremoniously dumping them.

They have become insatiable and considered women as beautiful toys, nothing more.

Alejandro stepped of the shower and wiped himself dry. He did not notice Cristina was already up watching him from the bed.

She had been suspecting something over the past few weeks. She initially thought that Amado had been cheating on her but about 3 weeks ago, she discovered something strange. While she was giving Amado a blow job, she noticed a faint scar at the base of his penis. She asked Amado about it. It was a scar from when he caught his penis in his zipper when he was 14 years old. It bled quite a bit and healed with an almost imperceptible scar.

However, the following night, while she was again sucking on who she thought was Amado, the scar was gone. The next night, it was back!

She and Amado had been dating for at least 5 weeks and she could not put her finger on something. So one day, she followed Amado as he left for school. She was surprised when Amado who was riding his motorcycle took the A2 motorway heading east. Polytechnic was the opposite direction.

She followed him with a safe distance in her car and saw him exit towards Alcala de Henares. She recognized the university and thought he was probably there for academic reasons. He parked his motorcycle on a side street and walked towards the campus. She quickly found an empty parking and followed him on foot.

He was wearing faded denim jeans that high lighted his muscular buttocks. Cristina has always been attracted to healthy and athletic men. But what really attracted her to Amado was the way he looked in his trousers.

Cristina is an expert crotch watcher. Over the years , she has developed a method of gauging men based on the package they sported through their jeans, slacks, Speedos, boxers, and whatever they may be wearing. She became so good at this that she can almost tell 100% of the time the size of a man's penis and balls just by looking at their crotches.

The first time she saw Amado, he was wearing light brown slacks that hugged his muscular buttocks but modestly hid his generous package. But this didn't fool Cristina. She eyed his crotch the first time he saw him in a bar one night. He walked down a flight of stairs and saw a hint of the length of his penis and size of his balls as they shifted in his trousers with each step.

She saw him walk up a side street where tables and chairs were set. "Café de Libreros." A small street
 café. She walked across the street and quickly entered a bank. Through the glass window, she was able to observe him without chances of discovery.

He stood next to a table where a man and a woman were having coffee. They appeared to be in a spirited conversation.

Then she noticed something. She looked down and admired his heavy package. His jeans were snug enough in the front that a faint outline of his penis and balls were visible. His balls hung low to the right of his crotch and his penis pointed down towards his right leg. She felt moisture build up between her legs with the sight.

However, Amado always carried his package to the left. In fact, she later discovered, all of his denim jeans were slightly worn on the left side where his penis and balls laid.

This puzzled her as she has never met a man who knowingly would carry his package a different way, especially in jeans.

She saw him walk up the street towards the University.

She exited the bank and crossed the street. She approached the couple and smiled.

"Hola! Are you Amado's friends?" she asked.

"We know Amado, yes we're friends, but that's his twin brother, Alejandro," the male answered.

She invited herself for coffee and sat down next to the couple. She learned about Amado's twin. And that he was in medical school. Alejandro had a girlfriend but she was currently in Buenos Aires visiting her family. Amado was apparently dating someone but he was a player and usually had 3 or 4 girls at the same time.

Suddenly, everything clicked. This explained everything. Although they were identical, there were some subtle and some overt differences. Amado's penis was just slightly thicker and leaned to the
left. Alejandro's was just slightly longer and leaned to the right. Amado kissed more tenderly. Alejandro used his tongue more forcefully. Amado took his time while fucking her. Alejandro was rough and quick.

She thought her boyfriend was just mixing up things.

She was dating two men!

She felt deeply betrayed, abused and absolutely humiliated.

She drove home that day in tears. But her tears quickly turned into anger and decided to play a wicked game of her own.

She was able to get the name of Alejandro's girlfriend. Isabel Echevarria. She was originally from Argentina but is now a Radiologist working at the university hospital. She was able to get her number from the hospital pretending to be a patient.

She was able to introduce herself and tell her of their plight. They eventually spoke over Skype where Cristina was able to describe to her in great detail her discovery and proofs to back this up.

Isabel was livid. She also suspected something was wrong with Alejandro. She felt used.

The two women hatched a plan to get even.
Cristina watched from the bedroom as Alejandro dried himself with a towel. He looked remarkably like Amado from head to toe.

She and Isabel planned to figure out up close if there are any differences between the twins  and if their similarities are only skin deep.

Alejandro walked out of the bathroom and smiled when he saw Cristina watching. He stood at the end of the bed to show off his body.

Cristina sat on the bed and gazed at his magnificent naked form. He was drying off his hair with the towel. He had very muscular shoulders. His biceps were lean but bulged out when his arms flexed. His chest was muscular and chiseled. His abdomen was flat. His rectus abdominis muscles were defined and formed a six-pack.

But for Cristina, the most beautiful part of his body is where it sat on his hips. He had twin muscular lines that started up from his sides and gracefully forming a cum gutter guiding the eyes downwards to their intersection. What hung from this intersection is a heavy and thick cock, semi erect, with its foreskin half covering the glans. His testicles were loose from the hot shower and swung low from side to side with his every movement.

She was an avid crotch watcher and was temporarily hypnotized by his pendulous cock and balls.

Alejandro knew he had an audience and was happy to perform for her. He slowly lowered the towel to dry off his chest, lower further to dry off his belly, and even lower...

Cristina inhaled deeply when she saw Alejandro scoop his balls up with his towel. He deliberately and slowly rolled the towel from his groin, cupping his balls, and repeatedly wiped them dry. His testicles formed two large brown mounds each time he lifted them up. They bounced in their sacks each time he let them go.

His penis was now fully erect. It stood straight out, slightly angling up, and to the right. His foreskin was fully retracted revealing a pink head. His muscular thighs where stiff. He slightly pumped his hips as if fucking the air.

He dropped the towel on the bed and grabbed his penis with his right hand. He started to masturbate. He massaged his testicles with his left hand and rolled them in his palms. His pumping became more furious. He bucked his hips in time. His eyes were closed. His chest was rising with his every breath. His flat belly tightened.

"HAWRRR!" Alejandro grunted. He came with a geyser of white semen that shot across the bed and hit Cristina on her breast. He squirted several times. His come formed a line of droplets across the bed.

Cristina gasped. She was turned on but was immediately put off when she realized the truth. Alejandro and Amado only thought about their pleasure. They did not really care about who they use or hurt.

Alejandro opened his eyes and was in a slight daze from the intensity of his orgasm. He wipes his penis with the towel.

"I'm in a hurry. I'll see you tonight?" Alejandro said.

Cristina nodded and said "Let me make you a cup of coffee before you go."

Alejandro smiled and nodded. He went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and put them on.

Cristina went to the kitchen and started to boil water in a sauce pan. She took a French press pot and put 4 scoops of ground coffee in it. She then went picked out a small vial from her purse and twisted its lid open. She poured the contents of the vial into the pot. She then returned the empty vial into her purse.

Alejandro came out of the bedroom wearing a tight shirt clearly defining his fit body. He was wearing a pair of snug black denim jeans that showed the outline of his cock and balls. His handsome face broke into a wide dimpled smile as he received a tall mug of coffee from Cristina.

He gave her a full kiss on the mouth. He then sat down on the bar stool and drunk his coffee. Cristina topped off his mug with a second serving of the brown liquid.

Alejandro finished the contents of the French press within ten minutes. He got up from the stool, kissed Cristina good bye and started to walk towards the front door.

He seemed to slow down a bit. He reached for the door knob but completely misjudged the distance and missed. The world started to move in slow motion. He turned around and started to say something to Cristina. The room kept spinning around him. He stood frozen, trying to regain his balance.

Cristina saw that the medication was starting to affect him. Isabel warned her of the immediate effects of GHB. She poured a hefty dose of it in his coffee.

Alejandro head started to sway from side to side. His legs were started to tremor. Cristina immediately ran to his side to support him and walk him to the nearby couch.

Alejandro sat back on the couch. He lost control of his body. His arms shook slightly. He could not focus his vision. His legs felt like rubber bands. He had an urge to urinate. He tried to get up  but failed. He fell back on the couch. His head hung back over the edge of the seat. His arms lay useless on his sides. His legs were spread wide open. He blacked out.

Cristina saw him roll his eyes behind his head and shut them. He started to take progressively deep breaths.

She pried both eyes open and saw he had pin point pupils. She grabbed his wrists and felt his bounding pulses.

His shirt was wet with sweat. The front of his jeans was also wet. He lost the control of his bladder and urinated in his trousers.

Cristina picked her mobile phone and dialed.

"He is ready," she spoke.

A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. She opened and the door and saw Isabel. They gave each other a quick hug.

Isabel was wearing a paramedic uniform. She pushed in a power-assisted gurney and parked it next to the couch. With Cristina's help, they were able to lay Alejandro's muscular body flat on the couch. Using a scoop slider, they were able to transfer his entire body in one concerted effort to the gurney. They strapped him secure with belts across his chest, pelvis, and thighs.

Isabel then grabbed a white sheet and covered him entirely.

Cristina put on a set of paramedic clothes that Isabel brought.

Once they were ready, they pushed the gurney out of the apartment and locked the door behind them.

Surprisingly, Calle Robredillo was empty. It was such a perfect street to park the ambulance. It was one way and she completely blocked the street with the truck.

Isabel opened the rear doors of the ambulance. Inside, Cristina saw Amado who was also sleeping and strapped in a gurney. He was wearing loose boxer shorts and nothing else. He looked exactly like his twin brother.

Isabel mechanically raised the gurney and pushed it into the back of the ambulance locking it in place next to the other gurney. Cristina jumped in the back and sat between the two brothers on a stool towards the rear of the truck. Isabel pulled the sheet off Alejandro's body. She then hooked a nasal cannula around Alejandro's face. The prongs poked up his nostrils and delivered oxygen. She pulled up his shirt and applied leads across his chest to monitor his vital signs.

A computer screen flickered to life. Next to this was a monitor that already had Amado's vitals signs. Even during coma, the twins had similar findings. Their heart rates were almost identical, 44 per minute for Amado, 47 for Alejandro. Their oxygen levels were also similar at 100% each. They each were breathing 12 times a minute.

Isabel then closed the rear door. She walked up to the driver's side of the truck, got in and started the ambulance. She drove out of the street and turned on the ambulance siren. She turned left on Calle Alonso Cano and then made a right towards the motor way. She was headed towards Ciudad Valdeluz, an abandoned city somewhere northeast of Madrid.

Meanwhile, Cristina enjoyed the sight of the two magnificent bodies in front of her. Their faces were so similar. But she couldn't stop herself from her hobby. She immediately focused her gaze towards their crotches.

Alejandro was still in his jeans but she could see the outline of his genitals through the denim fabric. His crotch was dark from what she though was urine. Amado's penis peeked out of the fly of his boxers. Cristina grabbed the tip of his penis and pulled it out from its hiding. She then inserted her right hand through the opening of his boxer and scooped his balls out. His entire genitalia now hung out of his shorts and wiggled with the vibration of the truck.

She then turned towards Alejandro's jeans and unbuttoned it. She lowered down the zipper and pulled his trousers and boxers at the same time. She was able to lower his both jeans and underwear down to his thighs completely exposing his flaccid penis and pendulous balls.

She then looked at both men's genitals and was completely amazed by them. They looked like mirror images. Both were uncircumcised. Each had a light olive color. The balls were equally large. She grabbed Amado's set with her right hand and Alejandro's with her left. They were equally hefty. She rolled the contents of each sack and felt the smooth surface of their lemon-sized balls. Even their shapes and sizes were competely similar. She then wrapped her right hand around Amado's shaft and her left on Alejandro's. Their penises had the same spongy feel.

She let go of their penises and took her iPhone. She started taking pictures of the men's genitalia. She posed each in different positions. She took several pics with the penises laying flat pointing towards the belly button and some pointing downwards while resting on their scrotums. She took pictures of their ballslossely hanging between their legs. She also took pics of them while she had them in her hands.

Isabel eventually saw what was going on through the rear view mirror and laughed.

"Leave some for me later, amiga," Isabel smiled.

After about and hour-and-a-half, they finally arrived at their destination.

Ciudad Valdeluz is a suburb of Madrid. It resembles a ghost town when 75% of the city was left unfinished in 2008 due to the housing market and economic crash. It had a medical center that is only open certain times of the month.

Isabel chose the place precisely because of the almost abandoned hospital. She worked here on occasions and had access to the building and the equipment therein. The center won't be open again until next week giving them plenty of time to play with the twins.

She backed up the ambulance towards the door where medical supplies are delivered. She got out of the truck and walked towards the locked door. She used a key to unlock the double door and swung them open. A loud echo emanated from the empty hallways of the hospital.

She then opened the rear door of the ambulance and smiled.

"Amiga, what we have here is a special opportunity to teach abusive men out there a special lesson," Isabel said.

Cristina smiled and looked down at the brothers' genitals. It was a indeed a special opportunity. She intended to see how deep the similarity went. She intended to move her hobby of crotch watching forward. She has been enjoying looking at the surface all this time and wondered how everything looked underneath it.