Twins Ballbusting Revenge

Rick and Jim were twin brothers. They grew up together, and did everything together. They were so alike in many ways. Both even studied engineering, but in this area they differed a bit because Rick became a software engineer who specialized in cell phone programming and Jim became a structural engineer.

They spent a lot of time together, and they were best friends growing up. They even went to college together. They were both tall, muscular, identically, physically in every way. They both had the same weakness for chocolate. They both blushed brightly the same way when embarrassed. They had played whiffle ball, soccer, and football together in high school. Both had the same physical weaknesses. Both had injured their knees playing football in high school. But had extra sensitive testicles, a slight tap from a whiffle ball had crippled each of them for half an hour on a few separate occasions.

The least year of college, a gorgeous redhead had walked up tot hem on campus. Rick called dibbs, and Jim laid off, not hitting on the young woman. She had a 10 face, a 10 body, hourglass but on the slim side, with full C-cups that were basically perpendicular to the floor, and a round behind, with perfect length legs. Tanya. She dated Rick and married him. Jim thought Rick as a lucky guy.

After they got married, Rick wasn’t sure if he knew what he had signed up for. Tanya wanted sex multiple times per day. She’d get a little angry if she didn’t get it, too. He’d get up an extra hour before work to service her. His tongue and neck muscles were tired that first few months until they acclimated. He’d ejaculate into her every morning, then do her once when he got home, and another time before bed. But that wasn’t enough. She demanded he come home for lunch also.... where she’d want oral. His penis could use the break. He knew he’d get to ejaculate later that day a couple of more times if he needed it. But if he turned her down or delayed her, she’d turn into a moody hormonal monster, picking fights, insulting him for his lack of manliness.

During PMS, Tanya was angry, moody, and hard to get along with, yet still demanding of his attention, wanting to talk to Rick, sometimes berating him, but wanting his company. But he could get an hour or two of nice Tanya if an orgasm landed on a good, satisfying, stopping point for her. He also had to learn to struggle, strain, retaining an erection and keeping up thrusting during that sensitive time after ejaculation, to stop at a good point for her so she could stop at a good point. She didn’t care if the tendons in his thighs were seizing up. And he could forget about rolling over and going to sleep. He had to keep caressing her to another orgasm.

Rick was amazed at how her body could endure the deep poundings he gave. He even tried hammering her cervix deeply once, after she’d angrily demanded a fifth round from him, seeing if he could wear her out a bit, so he could just go to work the next morning. She did give him a break for periods, and she was generous about offering hand or mouth if he requested it, which he usually did after a 24 hour break. He’d get several days of one release per day, sometimes two, during periods.

He was also amazed at the strength of her muscles. I mean, she’d come three to twenty times per sessions. She must have racked up a hundred orgasms some days, hundreds nearly every week. If that old saying that we were allotted one thousand ‘little deaths’ per lifetime that he heard in high school literature class was true, he’d have killed her on their Honeymoon.

Tanya would take advantage of night and early morning erections. A few times a week, he’d wake up to her in woman-on-top position, taking what was hers. In his state, legally, this was ****. But a few weeks into marriage, when he first did this, he was careful to buy her flowers and a card expressing appreciation for this. Now, he kind of regretted doing this because of the lack of sleep.

Rick was very conflicted about all this. On the one hand, he would never have wanted to marry a woman who provided some torturously low level of sex, like once a week, or even three or four times a week. He would be happy with once a night. Three, even sometimes five, times every 24 hours though? That left his vas deferens drained and it didn’t feel as good to have sex anymore. It still felt good. What really got him, though, was the lack of sleep. That was wearing him down.

And while he considered his wife’s high sex drive and determination to extract sex from him and not take no for an answer…. kind of a desireable trait even if a difficult one, he was having difficulty with the lack of sleep. He also was beginning to realize that his wife was not a good person. She would say some of the meanest and nastiest things to him, every day, especially if she had gone a few hours without sex, but even sometimes after he’d satisfied her. She could be sweet, but she was generally kind of haughty and narcissistic. She had a terrible temper. He would be surprised if she could make it through life without killing someone, actually. She’d even been a bit violent with him a few times—throwing plates at him and worse. He’d concerned himself a lot with looks when finding a wife.

So Rick takes his concerns to his brother Jim. But Jim said, “If you can’t handle it, send her to me. I’ll take care of her.” Rick never liked dirty adultery jokes like that. Coming from his own brother, that bothered him, and the fact that he would say that about his own sister-in-law. Rick told Jim that was incestuous. But it bothered Rick that he knew now he couldn’t talk to his own twin brother, who was so close to him, about this. He tried talking to a friend at work, and of course he got teased for complaining about getting so much sex.

Well, Rick got assigned this awful project at work. He had to lead the team for a new Android cell phone project, a kind of remote software, removing some of the features that allowed one person to hack another’s cell phone. He had to work long nights. As a dutiful husband, he was provitiding morning sex, and even skipping lunch to eat his wife over lunch and get off. He tried to let her hand at a good, calming orgasm, but he’d have to rush to work.

One day, Rick came home to satisfy his wife for lunch, and he heard grunting upstairs. He was shocked to see Jim pounding his wife. He pulled Jim off his wife and started throwing punches. He got ten in before Jim could run away. One punch landed on his wife’s head accidentally as she got between the two men. Rick was really angry. Jim and Tanya ran out of the house.

Tanya got a restraining order against Jim. A week later, Jim and Tanya were boyfriend and girlfriend, and Tanya served Rick with papers. It hurt that his wife betrayed him. It hurt that his own twin brother betrayed him.

While trying to handle these legal troubles, Rick was in the lobby at the courthouse and he met one of the lawyers from the a famous case where a conspiracy theories had been ordered to pay victims of defamation over a billion dollars. This man had recently been censured by the state bar. Rick suggested he handle criminal cases. One **** or murder case could get his career going. The lawyer, Jack, said, “I’ll do that.”

Rick joined a kinky chat forum. There was a woman on there named Brittney. She was decent-looking. She was no Tanya, but she was nice-looking. Britney was a semi-pro ‘domme’, as she put it. Rick didn’t know much about this. Brittney was really interested in crushing, kicking, hitting, kneeing, and squeezing men’s testicles. That sounded like the craziest, most painful, awful thing a man could experience. It wasn’t erotic at all. That was something he knew that he, like his brother, could never get into or find erotic.

But Rick kind of played along, and pretended to be interested, sending online chat messages under a carefully disguised fake ID. He didn’t want to use his real name, so he called himself Jim8inch. He and Brittney video chatted. She shared about her past, how her step-father had treated her. Among other things, she had been verbally abused. She told him, “Never call me ‘stupid’ and never call me ‘whore.’.” Those were two things her step-father had called her before… the incident. When he called her that last, she blacked out, and she doesn’t remember what happened. Rick looked up the incident. Brittney had served time for manslaughter. What kind of woman was this.

Rick started telling Brittney how he wanted to meet up. He said she could ******** it as long as she did it inflicting pain on his balls. Sometimes, Brittney would play along, sending messages or talking on video calls about how she would crush his balls and ******** him. Rick pretended to be excited about it. But Brittney called him Jim, and thought he was Jim. Rick told her that he was single.

Brittney would get all flushed and giggly when Rick talked about destroying his testicles. Then occasionally, she would talk about being safe, sane, and sensible. But she’d get giggle and lustful again when talking about it, with a creepy look of desire on her face that made Rick cringe. What kind of messed up freak was he talking with, he wondered. She was pretty, but this girl was messed up in the head.

Rick snuck into his old house. He had a little flash drive with a type C male port on it. He got Jim’s phone while he was out back cutting grass and Tanya was away at the store. He put some software on it.

Now, Rick starts messaging Brittney from Jim’s phone, but has it set up where Jim won’t be able to see the messages until Rick sends a signal. He can know access his brother’s phone remotely.

He tells Brittney that he’s ready to set a date. He wants his balls crushed. He gives her the address for his house, where he lived with his wife, where his cheater traitor brother now pounds his wife. He gives Brittany the instructions.

Rick starts sending flirty messages to Jim, as if from Tanya, telling him to say absolutely nothing about these messages until the day, but she wants to tie him up for sex. Jim is interested. Rick, pretending to be Tanya says she will buy the equipment, but only if Jim plays along and says nothing about it until the day, and agrees to get restrained. Jim agrees.

Rick breaks into his own house. On his own bed, he sets upa restraint system. Once one puts his hands in these cuff things that attach to the headboard, they cannot be removed unless someone else presses a hard-to-find lever. He sets up similar ankle restraints. Laying down, he tests the width and sets them to a vulnerable spread-eagle position. As Jim is on his way home, he gets a text message from Tanya telling him to go tie himself up with the new restraints. Rick intercepts the message to Tanya and changes it. He says he must go away for a work-related activity, but sends Tanya on a two-hour drive to pick up a briefcase.

Rick lays out some tools and toys. He puts put a can of ‘Bear Spray, not for use on humans. Danger! Irritant.’ He also includes various vice grips, pliers, a ball ping hammer, a sledge hammer, but closer to the restraints, a ping pong paddle, clearly labeled smelling salts, and electric fly swat without the protective screen, and a few cock rings, including a ball separator. He covers all the tools and implements with a blanket. He puts a sign on the bed, printed, “lay down and put on the restraints, and I will be with you in five minutes.


He sends flirty messages supposedly from Tanya telling Jim to be at home and go on the bedroom and be secured by 5:50, promising she will be there at 5:52. Jim agrees. Tracking Jim, he makes sure he is closing in on the house.

Jim goes into the bedroom, sees the restraints and promptly secures himself. Rick jumps out of the closet. Jim yells obscenities, demanding Rick leave. Rick, quietly reaches into his pants and pulls a specially prepared ball-gag out of his own rectum and shoves it into a screaming Jim’s mouth. He opens the window just a bit to allow some sound to come out.

Then he sets up the appointment with Brittney. He tells her to be there at 6:15 exactly. Hiding in the bushes beside the house, Rick sees Brittney pull up. She’s wearing a trench coat, and he’s guessing nothing else underneath, or maybe some lingerie, wearing a lustful excited look on her face. Rick sends her a text, “You are not strong enough to destroy my testicles like I asked, you STUPID WHORE.” He could see something drain from her face. Now she has this scarey look, lacking all human compassion.

He hears some noises upstairs,
“Stupid whore! STUPID WHORE! How dare you call me that! You think this ball busting will be fun. You think you want to have your testicles crushed or removed? Do you think its fun… or funny to talk about that? Well, you will certainly regret that. Oh, what do we have here. Let’s start easy with the paddle.’

Thud Thud Thud!

Rick heard some strained, scared, terrifying grunting. He flinched a bit, thinking about what must be going on upstairs.

“Oh, men hate Icy Hot on their balls, but this looks worse, honestly. At least there is none of that pain reliever that’s in icy hot that can kill you. Let’s put the bear spray on your balls, too, so you can feel the burn even between whacks and crushing. No relief for you, Mr. You are going to suffer. There will be no pleasure in this for you. I think I can get some in your urethra if I rub it in. It goes in easier since you are hard. If you are hard, I’m not beating you hard enough. Oh, I’ll spray a bit on your butt hole….. keep still, let me squeeze you.”

The grunts and screams behind the gag were constant now, getting hoarser, more desparate. Rick could hear pounding from time to time. I suppose silence—except the strained groans, were squeezes. She wasn’t giving him a break.

“Okay, I’ve never tried pliers. I can set the how tight these pliers will crush. I'll do that before flattening them totally to destroy them. You'll regret your insults and your challenge. I can do this. But we will take it slow, bit by bit, to maximize your suffering, you stupid whore.”

He didn’t know his brother could grunt louder, but he did.

"Wake up buddy. These smelling salts were a great idea. You are just starting to feel pain. It hurts to get ruptured."

More muffled grunts, worse than the last time.

About this time, Rick heard Tanya’s car drive up. He peaked and saw that she looked angry, having been sent on a wild goose chase. He could barely hear her stomping up the stairs. Then he heard her scream.

“What! What are you doing in here naked with MY boyfriend!”

“I had no idea. Jim told me that he was single. I had no idea. We just met online and this is the first time in real life. He just wanted me to beat and crush his balls.”

He quickly heard Brittney’s tires squeal away.

Then Tanya screamed, “You! You! You dirty double crosser. I left my husband for you… and you betray me like this! You want to have someone else hurt your balls? Well, all you had to do was ask me. I’ll make you regret this. Let’s see how this hammer feels!

Thud!

“No, you will NOT pass out. Smell these smelling salts. You there? I want you to feel this? How about pliers on one, hammer on the other?”

Again, somehow Jim was able to grunt more loudly and more pathetically.

"Oh a sledgehammer."

Loud Thud. Jim gives out a quieter grunt, somehow.

Lots of thuds, whacks. Gray matter spashes out of the window and almost hits him. Rick is a little nervous. His DNA could be left on the scene since he is in the bushes. Rick manages to get to his car two blocks over. Maybe no one saw him. He bounces a phone call off a satellite off of someone else’s burner phone in the neighborhood. He says, using a voice modulator that makes him sound female, that he heard horrible screaming coming from an address, his own.

Later that night, Tanya calls. She says she is in trouble. In spite of all that has happened, can he help her? She’s in jail. He tells her, “I know a lawyer who can help you. His name is Jack. He’s the best. I’ll call him for you.” He placed a call to the lawyer who lost the billion dollar case, who was going to go into criminal law for the first time.

Then he got to work on a little surprise for Tanya in prison.