Twins

When one twin decides to get revenge against his arrogant brother, 
things take a twisted turn.

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I always hated Marcus. He was an arrogant son of a bitch. He was 
also my twin brother.
Marcus was always bragging about how great he was, his good looks, 
his body, his sexual prowess, his intelligence. I looked exactly 
like him, but I wasn’t anywhere near as arrogant. I was five 
minutes younger than Marcus, and he always held that fact over me. 
I essentially felt like I had grown up in his shadow.
Finally, after a month of hearing about how great he was in bed, 
the sexual prowess he held, and the strength and size of his 
equipment, I made a decision. I was going to repay my twin for the 
horrible childhood I had, all thanks to him. The decision was made 
final after he dared to claim that he had larger equipment then me.
Fact was, our equipment was equal in most respects. Our penises 
were exactly the same length, 9", and the same around. Like fat 
sausages. But as for our balls, mine had always been about a half 
size larger than Marcus’. And that was the one fact that was always 
eating at him.
It was only a month until our twentieth birthday when I decided to 
make my move against him. He always took the same route home from 
his friend Amy’s house. Most of it was cutting through the dimly 
lit forest that few ever traveled at night. That night I waited, 
dressed from head to toe in black. I made sure my face was 
completely covered. It wouldn’t do me any good if Marcus could 
figure out who I was.
I waited, crouched for an hour or so behind a large patch of 
bushes. Then I saw him swaggering on down the path. When he was a 
meter away from me, I leapt out from behind the bush, and drew out 
a gun. The gun was one of our fathers, borrowed by me for the 
occasion. I also had a voice synthesizer hidden in my black ski-
mask, so Marcus wouldn’t be able to distinguish my voice.
"Stop right there!" I barked. Marcus stopped and put his hands up. 
This may just prove to be easier than I thought. Marcus looked 
absolutely panicked.
"What do you want?" he stammered out. "Money? Sure take it! Take 
anything you like …"
"Shut-up!" I yelled at him. "Move, over there! Towards those 
trees!" I motioned to a large group of trees just beyond the path. 
They would provide perfect cover for us. Marcus obeyed like a good 
little captive. In a way I was disappointed. I had hoped that maybe 
he would put up a bit if a struggle. But instead he did as he was 
told, and he started whimpering ever so quietly. "Stop that 
whimpering!" I shouted. "Act like a real man!"
Once we got over to the trees, I put my full plan into action. I 
was going to make this long and drawn out. My payment would be very 
satisfying. "Take of your shirt!" I ordered. He obeyed. He took of 
the red T-shirt he had been wearing, displaying his bare chest, 
pecs, and amazing abs. We really looked a lot a like. His blonde 
hair was starting to become soaked with sweat. His big blue eyes 
looked like they were on the verge of crying. 
"Now your shoes, then your socks!" Marcus obeyed my orders. In 
seconds he was now bare chested and bare foot. "Remove your watch!" 
Marcus took off his watch and threw it onto the pile of clothes 
beside him. "Now, remove your shorts!" Marcus did so, striping down 
to his plaid boxer shorts. I could see the sweet building on him, 
and his knees were beginning to shake.
I let him stand there, shaking for a few minutes. The silence was 
killing him. "All right, now remove what’s left!" Marcus hesitated 
and whimpered. He probably thought he was going to be raped. He 
only wished he would be that lucky. "Now!"
The boxers dropped, exposing all of Marcus. His cock looked just 
like mine. His balls were hugging the underside of his groin, due 
to his fear. His massive blonde pubes covered most of his groin. 
"That’s not all of it!"
"What more do you want?" cried Marcus. I pulled out an electric 
razor out of my pocket. I chucked it at him, and he caught it.
"Remove that disgusting mess you call pubic hairs! Now!" Marcus 
switched on the razor and began shaving. Chunks of curly blonde 
pubes were falling to the ground. Marcus was quick. In less than 
five minutes he had shaved his groin completely smooth. He began to 
cry now. His pubic hair had been a thing of pride to him. Like a 
lion and it’s main. I was almost tempted to end it here, but then 
something in my head clicked. Like the evil taking over the good. 
No, this wasn’t enough. I had to go through with all of it.
I pulled out some rope and beckoned Marcus to stand against the 
tree with the gun. He obeyed. "Try anything," I warned him, "And 
I’ll shoot you dead!" It didn’t take long to tie him to the tree. 
Ropes around his hands and feet to keep him from moving, and rope 
around his waist to keep him from flexing his hips to much.
I walked back around in front of him. "Please, don’t kill me!" He 
begged.
"Kill you? No, I’m not going to kill you, that would be too easy."
"Then what?" he cried. The tears were really flowing now. I’ve 
never seen him so scared in my life. I was enjoying every second of 
this. I walked up to him and grabbed his dick. I stroked it with 
the gun, played with the head. It didn’t take much to get him erect.
"You’re quite proud of this penis, aren’t you?" I asked him.
"Oh no." he whispered. He was beginning to see what was happening.
"Answer me!" I barked.
"Yes." came the reply. "yes I am."
"And your balls too I imagine." I grabbed his sac and gave a 
squeeze. "These are certainly nice. They’d make a pony proud I 
imagine." Marcus was whimpering again. And he was really crying 
now. I pointed the gun at his face. "I told you before to stop 
crying! Yet here you are, whimpering like a little school girl. If 
you’re not going to behave like a real man, then you don’t deserve 
to have balls. So, off they must come." Marcus began to bawl now.
"Oh don’t worry. I’m going to let you have one more good cum before 
they come off." With that, I grabbed his dick and started pumping. 
I pumped harder and harder. Marcus was trying to hold back, so I 
pumped harder. The head of his penis turned from red to blue to 
dark purple. I could feel his penis begin to throb. After ten 
minutes of pumping, Marcus finally shot of his load. He gave at 
least twelve good sized shoots of cum. And they arced far. Most 
impressive. "My my. Can’t we shoot quite the load. Or should I say, 
couldn’t we?" I threw the gun to the ground and pulled out a large 
serrated knife.
"Please!" screamed Marcus. "Don’t do it!"
"Too late now!" I yelled back at him. I grabbed his massive nuts in 
one hand, and pulled. I pulled until I felt they might pull right 
off his body. Then I placed the knife against the point where his 
sac connected with the underside of his dick. I cut through the top 
layer of skin. A thin trickle of blood leaked out. Marcus screamed.
"if you scream like that again, I will have to kill you!" Marcus 
stopped screaming. He whimpered loudly now. I kept cutting. It 
wasn’t long before I had made it trough the first layers of skin. I 
could feel his sac detaching from his groin. I was getting so 
turned on by this. I could feel my erection pressing against my 
pants. I kept going. I sawed through the cord attaching his balls. 
I went through them easily. Then I started on the final layers of 
skin. Before I knew it I had gotten through them.
I held up Marcus’ sac and examined it. They somehow seemed even 
larger detached from his groin. I liked them for effect. Blood was 
streaming down Marcus’ muscular thighs. I held his balls in front 
of his face. He cried louder now. "Lick them." I ordered. He shock 
his head. "Lick them, or die." Marcus stuck out his tongue and gave 
his recently separated balls a lick. "There, you can now say you’ve 
licked your own sac."
"No more." He whimpered. "Please, no more."
"I don’t think so." I knelt down in front of his crotch. Through 
all this his penis had stayed erect. In fact, it looked even harder 
now. "This penis is going to be useless to you now, what with no 
balls and all." I threw Marcus’ balls onto the pile of his clothes.
"Only one thing to do," I said. "Chop it off." I laid the knife 
flat against the base of Marcus’ belly. I slid it down until it 
touched the top of his penis. I grabbed his penis with one hand and 
held it firm. Then, like before, I began slicing. I sliced the top 
layer of skin when my own groin thrusted in excitement. I stopped 
slicing and undid my pants. I let my fully erect penis and horse 
sized balls hang free in the cool night air. It pointed up at 
Marcus’ weeping face.
Then I resumed my slicing. Soon the top skin separated revealing 
the red spongy tissue and muscle underneath. I kept slicing 
through. Blood was pouring out of his groin now. My own groin was 
aching in pleasure. I got halfway through when I could feel his 
penis begin to throb. I kept slicing. Ore blood flowed out. I got 
to the urethra. I slowly sliced through it. With only a piece of 
muscle left to go, I threw down the knife. I let his penis drop. It 
was still 9" erect, and solid as a rock. My groin was pulsing now. 
I could feel the release coming.
I grabbed hold of Marcus’ penis, and gave it one good tug, ripping 
the piece of muscle apart. He screamed. Then the weirdest thing 
happened. I came at the exact same time as he did. His cum shot out 
of his mangled groin. I dropped his penis as I came too. I 
splattered my cum all over his chest abs, and mangled remains of 
genitals. We finished at the same time to.
I shoved my balls and erect penis back inside my pants and did them 
up. I bent down to pick up the severed penis. It was still 
twitching, waiting for the final ejaculation it wouldn’t see. I 
rubbed it against Marcus’ face as it twitched in my hand. He let 
out a silent "No." I took that opportunity to shove his dick in his 
mouth. He was utterly destroyed now.
I took his testicles and penis, untied him, and slipped off into 
the night.  His torture still wasn’t over.
While he was busy running off to a hospital ER to be fixed up, I 
was busy myself. Luckily I had also prepared this next bit ahead of 
time. I found my stash of shelak and brushes. I coated Marcus’ 
still erect, still perfectly coloured penis in about 10 layers of 
shelak, preserving it perfectly. I did the same with his balls. 
They dried after about an hour. They were now ready for the next 
step.
Taking the perfectly preserved testicles and penis I packed them up 
in a box, wrote my address on it, slipped in a note I wrote, and 
taped the box shut. I took the ‘package’ to the post office in a 
town pretty far away, as soon as they opened that morning. They 
weighed the package and I paid for the appropriate postage. Then I 
put it in the mail.
My brother recovered in the hospital. My parents found out and told 
me about it. I acted shocked as everyone would expect. The doctors 
did what they could, which was very little. My twin was now 
completely stripped of his manhood. He returned home the next day. 
His attitude was now very subdued. He was very depressed and mopey. 
I couldn’t resist the opportunity to be naked in front of him at 
every explainable instance. This had the effect of making him even 
more depressed, and envious.
Five days after the nullification took place, a package arrived in 
the mail for my brother. I acted all curious about it. He opened it 
in front of me and my parents. He dug into the box and pulled out 
first his penis then his balls. He couldn’t believe what he was 
seeing. He then found the note, which he read.
"Marcus,
I found out where you lived and have returned your missing 
property. They’re in perfectly mint condition. Hope they bring you 
as much enjoyment as they have me. I suggest mounting them on your 
wall as a reminder of the big man you used to be.
Signed, the Nullifier."
And with that, Marcus and my father passed out. Much to my surprise 
he kept them. He keeps them in a box in his closet. My parents 
wanted to start an investigation and try to catch this ‘nullifier’, 
but Marcus refused to let them. that would mean that people would 
find out about his lack of manhood. So, nothing was ever done.
Well, I should have left it there, but I didn’t. One night I came 
back from the bar, pissed completely, and decided to do something 
really stupid. I snuck into Marcus’ room, and thankfully he was 
still out with some friends. I went into his closet and got out the 
wooden box that contained his perfectly preserved parts.
I striped naked and laid on his bed. I took is penis and rammed it 
up my ass, using it like a dildo. I don’t know why I did this, 
because I’ve always been straight and never even thought of using a 
dildo. I masturbated whilst ramming Marcus’ 9" cock up my ass. As 
luck would have it, Marcus walked in.
He went mad seeing what I was doing. We fought for a bit, then he 
grabbed a table lamp and smashed it over my head, knocking me out 
cold.
When I came to, I was strapped down to his bed, unable to move. 
Marcus was standing over me, holding a knife. I looked down at my 
crotch. It was completely hairless now.
Marcus was naked as well. I hadn’t seen him naked since before I 
took his manhood. The doctors did a good patch job. You would 
almost think that he had been born with out any genitals. He was 
still in the same physical shape as before.
"Well, my assaholic twin, shall we begin?" Marcus let out a hearty 
laugh as he leveled the knife to my groin.

To Be Continued….