The Twins, Paul and Nick.

This is a 3rd person narrative! I hope you guys enjoy it, and please, leave a comment! Tell me if you'd like to read more about these guys, and what you'd like to read in general!

Paul and Nick are twin brothers. Throughout their 18 years on this planet earth, they’ve gotten confused with each other countless times. Both are tall and sturdy, 6’2 weighing around 180-190 lbs. Strong, muscular, and of course; hot.

However Nick is a bit bulkier, but not by much. You’d only really notice it if they are standing right next to each other. Both have jet black hair, and green eyes. Almost identical features and build. The main difference between the two is their personality.

Paul is more introverted. His favorite pastime is listening to music and reading a book. Paul is the smarter of the two brothers, and picks things up easier and faster. He enjoys playing video games, and prefers time to himself instead of going out to a party. And Paul is happy like this. Also, Paul has more of a mean streak, more temperamental. He’s not necessarily mean, or abrasive or easily bothered. In the grand scheme of things, he’s actually a pretty nice guy. He’s just not as easy going, or playful as Nick.

Nick is more extroverted, really friendly. He loves playing sports, he always felt more at home out on a field then in his house. He’s very good with people, very charming as well. Not saying that Paul isn’t charming or isn’t good with people; it’s just Nick uses this to his advantage more. He’s much more of a people person. He’s more agreeable, friendly, and really just wants to have fun.

However, both are very competitive. Most especially with each other.

Even though Nick spends more of his time outside then Paul does, Paul still likes to compete with his twin, and even insists he’s better individually at sports. And Paul puts up a good argument. When Paul gets into something, he really gets into it. He learns fast, very observant and most importantly; does not enjoy losing to his brother.

Nick on the other hand, is more athletic than his twin. Spending more time outside, playing sports, doing physical activities, he’s just physically a better athlete. So when he loses to his brother in a game of ball, or gets beaten by his brothers team in football, he feels like he’s been robbed, or his brother got lucky. Both feel they are better than the other. Old fashioned sibling rivalry.

Oh, and both love to go for each others nuts.

One time, Paul was sitting at his desktop in his room. He was browsing the interwebs, and not doing much of anything at all. He’s wearing his smooth, white skin and nothing more except for tighty whities, showing off his impressive, God-given jewels and meat. His brother opened the door and jumped onto his bed.

“UGGGHHHH I’M SO BORED” Proclaimed Nick jumping onto his twin’s bed.

Paul looked over to his brother lying on his bed, wearing white basketball shorts and a grey sleeveless tee. Paul noticed a mound formed in Nick’s shorts, insinuating a large, fleshy wad of boy-bits.

“Did entering my room and jumping on my bed, proclaiming your lack of entertainment make you feel less un-entertained?”

“Kind of” shrugged Nick.

“Glad I could be of assistance, Brother.” Paul said as he turned back to his computer, hoping Nick either falls asleep or goes away.

“C’mon man, let’s go shoot some hoops or something! I know you love getting your ass pounded” Nick said with a smirk

Now, Paul is gay. Nick knows Paul is gay, and he’s okay with it. Nick’s pretty accepting, and cares about his brother.

However, that doesn’t stop Nick from making the occasional sly remark to get under Paul’s skin.

Paul turns towards him, staring a stare of a man who just got told by his hot brother his ass will get pounded in a game of basketball.

“Yeah, I might enjoy it. But not if you’re doing the pounding. You’re ugly.”

“Dude, we’re like twins. We look the fucking same.” Nick said laughing.

“...Shut up.” Paul said in a jovial manner.

A smile grows across Paul’s face.

“Tell you what” Paul said, getting out of his chair, revealing his mostly naked body and his bulging package.

“I’ll entertain you for a game of hoops, but when I win I get a free shot at your nuts, no hit backs” Paul said smiling.

Paul loves busting his brother, and saw this as an opportunity.

“‘When’ you win?” Nick said with uncertainty.

“Get off it, we both know I’m a better athlete.” Nick said with confidence.

“Maybe, but I’m smarter”

“That don’t mean shit when I overpower you with these guns babe-ay!” Nick said with far too much confidence for Paul’s liking, as Nick turned on the gun show.

Paul dislikes it when Nick does this. As Nick brings his arm upwards to kiss his bulging bicep, Paul sent a quick backhand to his brothers package eliciting a grunt out of his brothers mouth.

“Don’t show off, you aren’t that good. When I win, free shot. If I take mercy on you, and let you win, then you get a free shot at me, deal?”

Nick looked at his brother and smirked. He extended his hand for a handshake.

As Paul extended his hand to reach his brothers, Nick pulled his hand back, and with his other hand backhanded his brother in his tighty whities with a smack, smushing his brother’s boys under his backhand.

You could see the tighty whities compress beneath the pressure of Nick’s hand.

This resulted in Paul jumping slightly and sending his hands to protect his groin. Paul’s mouth agape, not expecting Nick’s backhand to the balls.

“Fuck, I should have seen that coming.” Paul groaned as he doubled over, hands massaging his nuts.

“You got yourself a deal, brother.” And with a smirk Nick left the room.

The score is tied, 8-8, going up to 10. The game so far has consisted of mostly friendly banter, and the occasional dick joke followed by the occasional laugh regarding Paul’s sexuality.

Nick’s wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier, white basketball shorts, and a grey tee.

Paul however, is not what he was wearing before. Actually, that’s incorrect. Paul is still wearing his skin and tighty whities, but he’s added to this fashion. Atop, he’s wearing granny smith colored basketball shorts. No shirt however, so the sweat is glistening on his body, and making him that much hotter.

“Score 8-8” Paul says as he shoots his brother the ball, as the next round begins.

Nick catches the ball, and starts dribbling. He’s considering his options here. He doesn’t want to lose to his brother, because he know’s he’s better. Plus, he wants to go out to a club tonight, and further testicle trauma might hinder that. He looks up and down his brothers frame, the sweat glimmering his body, his 6 pack abs, his large pecs, his bulging biceps. Paul's standing mostly straight up, waiting for his twin to make his move. Nick looks down at his brothers shorts, and sees a bulge in the green shorts.

Paul smirks and runs in.

Nick turns his back, so his brother is behind him. Paul is standing over him, so he can oversee the situation and make sure he can’t throw over his head. His body, toe to heel with his twin.

Nick takes this opportunity and swings his ass backwards, directly into his brothers gonads. Nick’s twin falls backwards in agony as Nick gets an open shot, making the score 8-9

“Dude, so dirty what the fuck…” Paul says back on the floor, one hand cradling his nuts.

“Was an accident. Honest…” Nick says very unconvincingly.

Nick looks at his brother wincing in pain. His good nature kicks in.

“You all right though?” Nick asks sincerely

Paul glares at his brother.

Paul works his way on his feet, and quite irked by his brothers resort to dirty tactics. Eyeing his brothers white shorts, Paul decides two can play it this game and as the smarter brother, he’ll make sure he wins. All those extra muscles and athletic ability he’s gained from all the hard work won’t mean a damn thing when he’s writhing on the floor.

“Just play” Paul said quite harshly.

8-9, Nick has the ball. He’s walking slowly, dribbling the ball, trying to play mindgames with his brother. Nick always does this, and it rarely works. Nick tries to juke Paul, but Paul just slaps the ball away, and both go running to get it. Nick is in front of Paul, and Paul decides this is the time to strike.

Nick gets the ball before it goes out of bounds, making sure it’s still in play.

Paul, running behind his brother, sends his foot flying through the air, absolutely destroying his brothers sense of anything outside of the agonizing pain in his jewels.

Nick’s eyes bulge out of their sockets as he comes to terms with what just happened. A crippling ache comes over the stud, as Nick buries his hands between his legs, covering the bulge in his white shorts.

The black haired, green eyed hunk starts to wobble and sink to his knees as his brother takes the ball, and takes a very easy shot.

“Holy fuck dude…” Nick lets out laced with pain.

Nick can hardly speak as he lowers his head to the ground, finding it hard to breathe. Holding his broken balls.

“My fucking balls…” Nick says.

“All right, 9-9” Paul said, ignoring his brother's anguish.

“Man…” Nick lets out as he falls onto his side, hands still buried in his groin.

“That was so brutal dude…” Nick says before he starts coughing up his balls.

“If you’re gonna fight dirty, might as well fight dirty and win.” Paul said.

It takes Nick few minutes to get onto his knees, and a minute more to stand up.

It doesn’t matter though, the kick took too much out of him, and Paul won easily, out moving his crippled brother.

“And your winner, and still the Superior Brother… ME!” Paul says, going to his knees spreading his arms as if he were being showered in applause

“Of course you won, I can barely fucking move you asshole…” Nick said hunching over.

“Don’t matter, bet is a bet. You started this brother, now you’re to pay the price. Free shot, no hit backs. Let’s go.” Paul says gleefully.

Nick doesn’t want to oblige. Nick feels cheated.

But a bet is a bet. Nick may be many things, and a man of his word is one of those.

“... Fine. How do you want to do this.” Nick said very begrudgingly.

“Hmmmmm…” Paul lets out, thinking of how he wants to go about this.

“First, I need to see the targets. Take off your shorts. And your shirt too, because fuck you.”

Shooting a look of disdain, Nick obliges. He takes off his grey t-shirt revealing his muscular, and very toned body. His amazing 6-pack abs, his bulging biceps and pecs. Nick takes off his shorts allows his manhood to be on display in his lycra undergarments, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Nick's balls are huge, and his cock too. His balls hanging large and low, behind his 6 and a half inch flaccid cock.

“Move the sausage out of the way Brother, It’ll protect the eggs.”

Obliging, Nick moves his dick out of the way, leaving his nuts hanging low, with nothing between themselves and whatever Paul decides to attack him with.

Except for the lycra of course, but they’re worse than nothing, since they don’t allow any movement and no protection.

“Close your eyes, hands above your head, and spread your legs.”

Nick does so. Legs spread, showing off leg day really does pay off. Manhood bulging, showing that lycra is very flattering on the eyes, and with the green eyed hottie’s hands over his jet black head… Nick’s showing off every single muscle he works out.

Nick is a sexy man, and there is no one that will deny this, even his brother.

Paul walks slowly around his brother, looking at every aspect of his body. His bulging bubble butt, his muscular back, his calves, hamstrings, triceps, everything.

And of course, most importantly. His package.

Paul eyes Nick’s bulging crotch, and takes some steps backwards. Paul licks his lips and sprints forwards. With all his momentum, with everything in his power, Paul lifts his leg up through his brother’s, and aims up his throat, lifting Nick off the ground, several feet.

Paul’s foot crashes into Nick’s well-outlined balls dead on. The top of his foot crushing his brothers unsuspecting plump plums.

They deform on impact.

Nick’s arms go shooting down to his brother's leg, and holds Paul’s leg while flying upwards.

Once he reaches the climax of the kick, he comes crashing down as Paul retracts his leg. Nick falls straight onto the floor and lets out a high pitched wail.

Nick’s writhing on the floor, kicking his legs, moving back and forth, hands trying to comfort the overwhelming pain exploding from his testicles.

Nick’s having legitimate issues breathing, as his face grows a shade of red. The stud lifts his ass up off the ground, knees on the floor, left hand protecting his boys. Head resting on his right forearm. Paul is right behind him and loves the view.

Paul sees his brothers ass in the air, and sees the pouch between his legs. Paul loves this. There’s something tantalizing about the view, seeing a man from this angle. Between his legs are what makes him a man, as they cradle it and wish they weren’t so in that moment.

“FUUUUUCKKK” leaves Nick's mouth as he moves his left hand from his eggs to his washboard abs, as an another wave of a dull, nauseating agony moves throughout him.

Nick didn’t think this could get any worse.

Paul knows this is mean, but he doesn’t care. He sees his brothers outlined eggs perfectly and waits no expense and sends another boot into his brother's balls. Once again, aiming beyond his foots destination.

Paul’s foot connects with Nick’s balls directly. Nick’s jewels were held firmly in place, and had nowhere to go but up into his pelvis. Paul’s toes reached Nick’s nuts and crushed them, flattening them between his foot and his brothers boney interior.

Paul loves the feeling of his foot connecting with another boy's balls, especially his brothers. The delicacy connecting with his foot, and how much of a reaction stems from it.

And Paul loved Nick’s choice to wear Lycra. He’s never busted balls so clearly and so easily before.

If it were up to Paul, every boy would be forced to wear Lycra. Too tight Lycra.

Nick is sent airborne again, flipping over with a blood curdling shriek

Nick’s eyes water as he starts gagging, moaning, and again starts writhing in place, as he knows it got a lot worse. Nick’s eyes water as he sends his hands both down his lycra, and cups his bare testicles, which are causing him immeasurable pain.

Nick screams a primal scream, hoping it helps him to feel better. But nothing else matters right now, nothing else he can focus on.

“I’m sorry man, but you were wide open.” Paul said with a smirk looking at his sexy twin.

Paul’s writhing all over the floor, trying to find a position that isn’t excruciatingly miserable for him. After some time of trying, Nick stops kicking his legs  and just curls into a ball, hands still protecting his nuts. He silently cries in the fetal position. praying for relief.

Nick’s feeling an ill feeling that only a guy can feel. Nick can’t do anything but cry on the floor and hope things get better before they get worse again. And Nick knows it’s all because of his brother, Paul. He took a cheap shot to earn him the win, so he’d get a free shot. And that wasn’t enough for him. Paul just had to kick his twin when he was down, at his most vulnerable. And it wasn’t just any kind of kick. It was the most devastating kick he could muster. And it was directed at most sensitive and prized possessions. Nick hated Paul in this moment.

“I’ll make some scrambled eggs for you inside” Paul says with a cheeky grin, heading back inside deciding to give his brother some space.

Nick is left on the floor, motionless agony. Nick won't be going to the club later tonight.