The stately homes that lined Chrysanthemum Heights looked almost stoic, their ornate shudders resembling sad eyes on giant stone faces, as if they - like their occupants - were ready for this year to come to an end. It was 10:30 PM and the final hours of 2017 were ticking away. Parked in the driveway of 47 Blossoming Chrysanthemum Lane were several cars, including two ostentatious Porsche 911 convertibles.
Inside the posh home seven men were milling about the large living room sipping festive cocktails as pop music blared from the stereo and scenes of New Year's celebrations played on the television screen.
"Great party, doc!" Archie shouted, his red hair flopping as he danced to the music, literally as if no one was watching.
Dancing in front of him was his identical twin Lance and both of the muscular, svelte twin's six foot tall bodies were gyrating to the rhythm. They were both wearing tight fitting black jeans and black A-shirts that would have clung to their rippling stomachs even without the sheen of sweat they were working up. Despite their frenetic pace, it was evident that both of the handsome brothers knew exactly what they were doing - each thrust, hip pivot and suggestive wink designed to enthrall the watching crowd and their efforts didn't go unnoticed.
"Wow, you weren't kidding. Those guys are hot as fuck,"
Quinn said as he sipped his glass and nodded at Dr. Paulson, the host of the party. Dr. Paulson and Quinn had fallen out of touch after a particularly wild session of ball busting the previous year had left Quinn two balls short of a full sack but it was the circumstance of a far flung job, not bitterness, that had kept Quinn away. Quinn, was just as hot at the last time Dr. Paulson had clapped eyes on him, a powerfully built former rugby player in his mid twenties with sleek dark hair. Horn rimmed glasses and a mustache made him look older than his age but he was still ruggedly handsome. Quinn was wearing dark slacks, a white button up shirt, tie and vest and looked quite dapper especially in the sea of jeans and T-shirts and, most impressively, he was still sporting an impressive bulge in his crotch.
"I see you went with the extra-large replacements,"
Dr. Paulson joked as he jabbed his finger into one of Quinn's large, plump artificial testicles. Quinn grimaced out of instinct as he gave his former doctor a shit-faced grin.
"You're still looking amazing too, by the way," Quinn said eyeing Dr. Paulson hungrily.
Despite being the oldest man in the bunch, the forty-nine year old was arguably the most fit a fact that was evident even through his baggy khakis and a rather frumpy red sweater that entirely hid his muscular body, though his bulging arms were still obvious under the fabric.
Meanwhile two of the other guests, Zach Norris and Kamran, were standing next to each other licking their lips and swaying to the music as they watched the twins dance. Zach was a thirty year old, beefy graduate student wearing jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. At five foot nine Kamran was slightly shorter than Zach but was significantly more muscular; a ridiculously attractive jock whose piercing blue eyes, sculpted body and shaved hair made it look as if he'd stepped out of a porn studio. And stuffed into this tight jeans were two ample lumps, artificial testes like Quinn's, and a second, entirely real bulge of his massive cock snaking down his toned thigh.
"Glad to see it's still working," Zach said smiling at Kamran.
Kamran gave his cock a squeeze through the fabric as he leaned in and gave Zach a friendly kiss on the neck.
"Yeah, I seem to get even harder now that the boys are gone." Kamran answered, his husky voice dripping with lust.
"I get really fucking hard whenever I replay you cracking my nuts in my head. You were so... ruthless! It was hot, man."
Zach blushed as he felt his own thick cock start to stir.
Music continued and Lance grabbed Quinn toward him using his tie like a leash and pulled the hunky young man into him. The cheeky red head smiled before plunging his tongue into Quinn's mouth and the randy athlete didn't complain. The crowd whooped in approval as Lance removed Quinn's shirt and vest - without breaking his kiss - to reveal Quinn's mounding pecs and six pack abs.
Quinn placed his large hands on the small of Lance's back and began swaying in rhythm with him. As the two's danced and rubbed into each other Archie snatched up Kamran and in short order had him stripped to his red-and-white striped boxer briefs. Archie and Kamran's sweaty, sculpted bodies made a visually stunning display of raw maleness and Kamran couldn't help but lower his stance until he was nearly squatting allowing Archie's bulging crotch to rub over his face.
"Holy fuck you're hot," Quinn said panting, running his strong hands through Lance's ginger hair and over his abs.
"So are you," Lance grabbed Quinn's fake balls through his slacks and gave them a squeeze.
"I'm glad everyone's having fun,"
Dr. Paulson motioned for Zach to stand next to him and they watched the two couples as their movements morphed from erotic, but still rhythmic, dancing to barely choreographed groping, heavy petting and making out. Piece by piece articles of clothing began falling to the floor and loud moans, deep moans of pleasure could be heard over the thumping music.
Archie was the first young man to get completely naked and Kamran, still in his underwear, seemed dumbstruck at the sight. Archie's upper body was ripped, with virtually no body fat and his legs were fit and powerful. But Kamran was most impressed by the foot long, veiny cock and huge, heavy balls dangling between the hot red head's legs.
"Oh Hell yeah, I can't wait to see these balls drop!"
Kamran dropped to his knees and took in as much of Archie's cock as he could into his mouth whilst stroking his own cock through the fabric of his boxers.
The four men's moans grew louder and, had this been any other night, it may have just turned into a gang bang with the two horny in-tact twins plowing the two de-balled submissive jocks but this wasn't any ordinary night. Zach's palms were sweating in excitement at the macabre game Dr. Paulson had planned to mark the turn of the new year...
"Holy shit!"
Quinn, who had stolen a glimpse of Archie, immediately grabbed the waist band of Lance's underwear - the last clothing he was wearing - and ripped them to shreds. Lance was so turned on by having the beefy rugby stud literally ripping off his clothes than his matching foot long cock started leaking precum.
Quinn smiled as he cupped Lance's beefy sack in his hand and gasped. They were easily the largest testicles he had ever seen and insanely dense. Lance moaned as Quinn's fondling became harder, pressing his thumb into Lance's right nut.
"Dr. Paulson, are we sure we can't, ya' know, pound these instead?"
Lance's cock shot precum at Quinn's suggestion and Dr. Paulson gave him a coy smile.
"But what's New Year's Eve without a ball drop?"
Quinn continued to roughly fondle Lance's nuts and Archie moaned as Kamran struggled to swallow his entire girthy cock when the clock chimed 11:00.
"Okay everyone, we'd better get ready."
Quinn gave Lance a wink as he tightened his fist over Lance's over stuffed sack. Lance let out a gasp but his cock stayed rock hard as Quinn lead him down the hall toward the library. Zach and Dr. Paulson followed and Archie had to push Kamran's eager mouth off of his cock to get his attention.
"Come on stud, don't you wanna' watch these balls drop?"
Kamran laughed.
"More like watch them pop instead,"
When everyone was in the bedroom, Dr. Paulson quickly explained the contraption he had setup in the vaulted-ceiling library. Small step ladders leaned against two wooden platforms just barely large enough to stand on had been erected near each other and two wooden posts protruded from them. On a table between them was a small table clock, too low to be seen by anyone on the platform, but the perfect height to be seen by anyone on the ground. Dr. Paulson instructed Archie and Lance to take their places atop the pedestals and, once they were standing upright the two twin's heads barely missed touching the 12 foot ceiling. Next, Dr. Paulson and Zach secured the twins' arms behind their backs with handcuffs, trapping them against the posts, and secured their legs wide apart with shackles around the ankles that were bolted to the platform. It was obvious from every measurement, from the height to the spacing of the restraints, that this contraption was designed specifically for Archie and Lance. On
After Zach hopped off his step ladder he joined Dr. Paulson, Quinn and Kamran to admire the two prime male specimens before them. Archie and Lance's bodies were terrifically chiseled and their rock hard pecs and abs were covered in red hair that was slightly longer than the last time Zach had seen them. The sweat glistening from their skin only made their perfect bodies look even more amazing but despite their gym-sculpted perfection the three watching men were far more fixated on the twin's other attributes.
"What a perfect dick!" Quinn said, his mouth literally watering.
Both of the jocks were fully hard, their twin cocks sticking straight out in a combined two feet of ass pounding perfection. Dangling beneath were two obscenely large, round balls dangling in their shaved sacks. Kamran stepped up to Quinn and, without warning, slammed his fist into the young man's defenceless balls.
"Hell yes! Ruin him now! Don't wait for midnight!" Archie screamed as another and another and another of Kamran's powerful blows landed with deadly accuracy.
Lance screamed but his cock stayed rock hard and leaking precum.
"Fucking pound 'em! Make me a eunuch like you! Fuckin... OOH!"
Lance was silenced by a particularly brutal uppercut that drove his nut sack into his pelvis. Zach shamelessly pulled out his cock and started stroking and Quinn looked on in amazement as Kamran laid waste to Lance's manhood. Lance's enormous nuts were turning beet red and swelling as they bounced wildly under the unbridled reign of destruction. It was obvious Kamran wasn't even trying to hold anything back and Lance, through his fog of pain, was incredibly turned on watching Kamran's muscular upper body as it flexed, knowing that all of that raw power was going into finally bursting his bubbles.
"Do mine!"
Archie thrust his pelvis forward and Quinn wasted no time taking the invitation. Zach and Dr. Paulson were both stroking their dicks as they watched Quinn and Kamran trying to turn the twins into ball-less wonders. Over their screams of agony the brothers looked over at each other, as if they were watching themselves being busted in a mirror, and screamed for their attackers to finish them off. All the the while their cocks stayed fully erect as if desperate to blow their final loads.
"That's enough," Dr. Paulson instructed and the two jocks stepped away.
The clock had just chimed 11:45 PM, midnight was quickly approaching. The twin's big balls had been mercilessly beaten for over a half an hour and the damage was starting to show. Both sets of nuts were purplish black, swollen, bruised and hanging even lower in their sacks. Archie's left nut looked slightly misshapen and both of the hunky red heads were drenched in sweat, their handsome faces were streaked with tears and their voices were hoarse.
Although he was incredibly turned on, Zach couldn't help but feel oddly upset at the sight of Archie's misshapen gonad and the thought almost crossed his mind to call off the next part of Dr. Paulson's plan... though he had been waiting for it for months.
"Zach, will you give me a hand?"
Dr. Paulson made his way to a drawer and came back with two round metal objects, about the size and shape of kettle balls and a length of thin rope. Perched on step stools, Zach and Dr. Paulson proceeded to roughly pull the twins swollen nuts downward and tie the rope tightly around them. When they were done, each set of nuts was pulled several inches from their bodies, pulling their balls so far down their sack the skin was shiny.
"Looks like they're gonna' pop right out," Dr. Paulson laughed.
Archie and Lance were now in real pain and it was everything they could do not to cry out. The two brothers glanced at each other and nodded as Dr. Paulson instructed Kamran and Quinn to stand in front of Archie and Lance, respectively, holding a kettle ball. Quinn was startled at how heavy it was and his face took on an evil smile as he looked up at Lance.
Dr. Paulson tied the other end of the ropes to the kettle balls.
"Make sure you don't drop the ball, so to speak, until midnight."
"Holy... holy fuck! This is it, dude! Holy shit, this is it!"
Archie's face lit up as his pain wracked mind suddenly became aware of the ramifications of what was about to happen.
"Hope I don't drop it early..." Kamran teased and jerked his hand as if he was going to drop the ball he was holding. It was too much for Archie.
Just the thought of Kamran dropping the kettle ball was enough to make every muscle in Archie's body flex as he thew his head back and howled.
Kamran was totally unprepared for the force or volume of the cum that shot him nearly point blank in the face. He very nearly did drop the kettle ball in surprise as four thick, gooey jets of sperm plastered his face.
His face was absolutely drenched and ropes of cum were still dripping off his chin when he laughed, "Looks like Archie wants midnight to come,"
Everyone laughed.
As midnight approached Dr. Paulson explained that he had purposefully tied a very loose knot on one of the kettle balls, although both looked quite secure on a cursory glance. When the weights were finally released at midnight, one of them would detach harmlessly and fall to the floor and the other..
"That way, we won't know which weight is going to just fall and which is going to, how can I say, make a couple of balls drop."
Lance's cock jump and Archie's which was still hard even after having painted Kamran, stood even more to attention.
As midnight approached the twins' breathing became faster, almost labored, and Zach and Mr. Paulson stood back to watch the show. Kamran and Quinn were sweating in anticipation, both of them hoping that they were literally holding one of the twin's manhood in their hands.
"This is it!" Zach shouted and pointed to the clock.
Everyone, including the twins who knew that one of them was about to have something extremely bad happen to their sex life, began counting down.
"10..."
"9..."
"8..."
"7..."
"6..."
"5..."
"4..."
"3..."
"2..."
You'll have to wait until New Year's Day to see the result of the ball drop. ;)
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