My neice is a student at the nearby state college. There she met and began to date a boy in the class ahead of hers. Things were going well until she began to suspect that the boy and his twin brother had been playing games with her, and both sleeping with her while she thought she was dating only the one. When she confronted them, they laughed in her face and admitted that they had been passing her back and forth, and that she hadn't been the first girl they had tricked, and wouldn't be the last.

Connie called me crying. "What should I do, Aunt Carol? These guys should be made to pay."

"You just leave it to me, honey. I'll see that they pay."

I called my friend "T", and told her the story. She said she'd be happy to help. We made plans, and agreed to meet at the college Saturday morning.

The boys, Tim and Tom, were on the track team, and ran every morning early. "T" and I, disguised as cleaning women, boldly entered their dorm, made our way to their room, and hid in a closet to wait for their return. Armed with tazzers, we figured we could each surprise a twin, then deal with them.

After about a half hour, the door opened and the boys entered. Peeking through a crack in the door, we got our first glimpse of our victims.

My God!, they were a handsome pair. Tall, lean, dark-haired, and dressed in little singlets and skimpy running shorts, these guys took my breath away! "T" was ready to burst out and attack, but I held her back, to see what the boys might do next.

What they did was proceed to strip. The little shirts first to reveal smooth swimmer physigues, broad shoulders, six-pack abs and strong arms. The skimpy shorts were shucked down to expose beautiful firm asses emphasised by the thin straps of their runner jockstraps. Bent over to remove their running shoes, the bulging pouches of their jocks were visible between their muscular thighs.

I was anxiously waiting for the boys to peel down their jocks, but instead they began to stretch and pose in front of a mirror on the back of the door. They were putting on quite a little show, although they didn't know anyone was watching. But then it seemed they were performing for each other, one feeling the biceps of the other as he flexed. Then the other running his hand up the clenched abs of his twin. As we watched, one began to grope and squeeze the bulging jock pouch of his brother. He put his hands behind his head, arched his back, and pushed his package more firmly into his brothers groping hands. The other pushed his hand down the others jock pouch and pulled out a big firm erect cock, and began to stroke it.

"T" looked at me and grinned. Leaning close she whispered, "Let's see how far this is going to go," I nodded in agreement, and we returned to the crack to watch.

The groping twin knealt in front of his brother, and tugged down the jockstrap. The cock was big, thick, beautiful. The balls that dropped to swing back and forth were huge, smooth and very low-hanging. At the sight of them "T" gasped and reached for her straight razor. I grabbed her hand and motioned for her to wait. She was shaking with excitment, but drew a deep breath to control herself. When I returned to the crack I saw the kneeling twin had pulled his pouch down and was stroking his own cock while his big balls flopped on the floor between his knees. We could see over his shoulder and saw him take his brothers cock in his mouth and begin to suck, his brothers balls slapping against his chin. He dropped the cock from his mouth, took it in one hand and held it up against his brothers belly. He then took the flopping sack into his mouth and sucked one large nut down his throat.

"T" could take no more, and burst out armed with her tazzer. She touched it to the shoulder of the twin in front of her, then attacked the other. I rushed out after her, leaping over the twin at my feet. The other boy had fallen backward over a desk, his legs spread wide. His ballsac was bloody! I looked close and saw that one nut was already gone. When "T" had tazzered the first twin, his teeth had clamped shut, and he had BITTEN OFF HIS BROTHERS TESTICLE!

I quickly turned to him and saw that he had sucked the nut down his throat, and was choking on it! I got behind him, pulled him to his feet, and began the HEIMLICH maneuvre on him. Each time I squeezed, I lifted him up off his feet. His cock and heavy nutsac would swing up and out.

"T" had already banded the tattered sac and remaining ball of the twin laying across the desk. Now she turned and, on an upward swing of the balls, grabbed the sac of the choking twin, and banded him also, high up near the root of his cock. With a final heave, the choking twin spit up his brothers testicle, sending it flying across the room to hit the wall and bounce back. "T" grabbed it mid-air and held it aloft like the trophy it was.

I now dragged the first twin over to the desk and lay him on his back beside his brother. We stood back and looked down on the handsome twins that lay at our mercy. Not having any, "T" reached for the wounded scrotum, and with her straight razor sliced the torn sac and the remaining nut from her twin. Handing me the razor, she waited for me to deal with the other twin.

I looked down at his handsome face, his beautiful body, and his heavy sagging sac of balls. It would be sacrilege to ruin such a body. But then I remembered my neices tearful voice, and hardened my heart. I reached between his legs and grasped the floppy loose velvety bag and placed the razor under it, about half an inch below the band that gathered the flesh tightly together. Wanting to make the moment last, I slowly sliced through the warm pink flesh, until the heavy bag of balls came away in my hand.

Leaving the two boys lying side by side on the desk, "T" and I left the dorm. "T" always likes to go for a meal after a cutting, so we went to a little restaurant we had heard about, and ordered dinner and wine. Looking over my shoulder, "T" suddenly started laughing uncontrolably. She could barley breath and tears were running down her face. Unable to speak for laughing, she pointed over my shoulder. Turning around, I joined in the joke when I saw the poster for doing the HEIMLICH maneuvre on the wall behind my head.