Game Over...I win written by Jimmy

 

Game Over: I win

First to 10 Wins

 

by Jimmy

 

 

 

“Why do I have to wear a cup again?” The question was rhetorical, and the pouch feels foreign and strange on his genitals. The cup holds Rex’s testicles both safely and uncomfortably against his pelvis. Standing in only his underwear he inspects his new boxer clad junk, it bunches up and has a fake appearance. It’s impossible to make out his ample equipment and he wonders out loud “Do you think it works?” Gently he taps it with one finger hearing the solid think of the plastic under his index finger. Grinning he pulls on his shorts, ready to surprise his friend. “Okay! I’m ready to be kicked ten times!” Hands on hips, Rex juts out his bulge and wiggling his eyebrows at his twin brother. “And if I win, I get the twenty bucks AND you let me nail your balls ten times…no cup of course.” Rex is all smiles as he taunts his twin. “I am going to win.”

 

“Bro, if I learned anything from last week it’s that your nuts are as sensitive as a cock head after jizzing. I know you can’t take 10 kicks to the balls with a cup on. It doesn’t over enough protection.” Max and Rex both laugh, but Max pokes Rex in his ribs for emphasis.

 

“You’re just gonna cry again” Max says, his earnest face full of energy as he tries not to laugh again at the bulge sticking out from between Rex’s thin legs.

 

This is exactly what he hoped to hear. “Then you accept my challenge then, bro?” Rex asks.

 

Rex comes up to Max and grabs Max’s balls getting a good feel of his brother’s assets. “I’m looking forward to busting these later.” Rex winks, and steps back and grins.

 

Rex’s fingers did not squeeze, he was careful to only hold Max’s set tightly but he itches to touch them again.

 

“It’s not gonna be a challenge. Okay you’re asking for it now. You ready for this?”

 

“Born ready, bro. I never back down. Besides, Max…I know exactly where your balls hang now. So when I kick them my knowledge will be put to good use!”

 

“Unless you want to just give up, and let me kick you ten times. I know how this ends.”

 

Rex’s teasing must be getting to him and Rex fakes grabs his nuts pretending to be his brother and laughs.

 

Max bends down to tie his size 11 shoes. While he’s bent down he uses his hand to spread Rex’s legs. As he stands up he uses his interim to deliver a strong kick directly into the center of Rex’s cup.

 

Rex is knocked back, the smile not quite fading from his face but the blow is not painless. “Wow!” Rex says and grabs his bulge, the cup cradles his junk but the strike from down below still aches but not as sharp as usual.

 

“One” challenges Rex counting off the first hit, smile back on his face.

 

Max is annoyed how little that did to Rex. He stands up and eyes his start. He’s happy he’s wearing a shoes to pretext his foot from the cup. He launches his foot back up this time hitting Rex’s taint and the bottom of the cup with his full force.

 

Rex smile wavers. The taint is not covered by his cup and the solid smack of the blow reverberates through his cup echoing the vibrations of the blow from underneath. He has to grit his teeth on this one, but Rex does not want to lose face or showcase his cards. Rex hold back as much as he can and puts on a brave and determined look in his eyes as he replaces the smile back on but knowing that it is a little forced. He hopes that it is enough to fool his twin, but Max knows him better than anyone. “That was two.” He keeps his words short and clipped. It hurt more than he wants to admit.

 

This time max takes a step and launches his leg forward, this time his shin delivering brutal blunt force. This new angle lands just at the lower side of the cup, pushing the cup deep into Rex’s groin.

 

Rex is stumbling back before he can register the blow and he awkwardly bumps against the wall of their shared bedroom and when he looks down the cup is almost askew. His groin drums with the full knock and he winces as he brushes his fingertips against the protuberance from his boxer briefs. He adjusts himself to make sure that he is fully covered and even peeks inside to move his genitals around a little. The cup still feels secure but he is in deeper than he wished to be and when he says “Three,” and looks up and meets Max’s hazel eyed gaze his breath almost stops short. Max is enjoying this, and he still has seven more kicks to take. Rex rises his hands up above his head, placing them together and cupping his short hairs as his heartbeat thunders in his bare chest. He’s almost naked before Max, not that he has not seen him this way but Rex feels vulnerable as he comes off the wall and separates his legs more. “I’m fine. Keep going.”

 

Max smiles as he sees the breath taken out of his twin. While in the same position he decides to deliver the same blow, this time with as much force as he can summon. The cup going even deeper into Rex’s groin. Max can feel that the cup met resistance, he can only imagine that the cup is presenting into his balls or maybe his dick.

 

Rex gasps and says “My balls,” which answers Max’s unasked thought. It’s quiet though, and he’s not sure if he actually uttered the words out loud or not, but his nuts are solidly knocked. The toe kick presses the cup so deep into his groin that his nuts had nowhere to escape to but to take some of the force. He knows that he’s been hit much harder, by Max and others but in this state knowing that he has to take more strikes really worries him. He pulls down the underwear peeling it away to check to see if he’s good. His nuts look okay, and his cock is half mast, like usual but he still can’t get escape the feeling. This is a bad idea. “Okay…I felt that one, bro.” Rex admits, and presses back his hair trying fame indifference now as he scratches at his bare chest, before rubbing his belly. “Four” he counts and places his hands behind his back and meets Max’s gaze. His twin looks determined and Rex tries not to gulp at the intense look that they share.

 

Max is starting get worried at this point. He decides to try something else. He uses his foot to kick directly into the cup like a sharp punch with the balls and toes of his foot. The impact pushes Rex against the wall again from Max’s powerful kick.

 

Rex’s breath leaves him as Max’s foot nails him to the spot. “Ugh!” Rex grunts and grabs his bulge “That was…intense bro.” Rex can feel his balls and the ache is getting deeper and as he clings to his cup it does not seem as sturdy…but he is sure that he is imagining things. “Okay, okay man. Almost halfway there…five.” He glances up and this time Rex can’t keep the fear from his quivering voice or the wobble of his bottom jaw. Rex’s swimmers abs feel tight and he grabs them, touching the tough but firm light muscles underneath and breathes in and out of his slowly, trying to steady himself. “I can’t wait until it’s my turn.” Rex’s smile is back, and he knows that he looks like cat about to swallow the canary as his grins widely at Max.

 

While Rex is already up against the wall. Max delivers a kick with his heel, as if he was trying to kick open a door. The heel of his shoe crashing into the heart of Rex’s bulge. With Rex already close to the wall, the impact is all the greater with his twin nowhere to go.

 

The blow nails him solidly again, and Rex feels the cup shift and he squeals. The lip of the cup rolls over his left nut and the kick nailed the edge deep into the center and digs into the soft nutmeat like one would with a knife to butter. Rex can’t help but moan and lower his underwear again and freeing the trapped little nugget. “You…got my right one dude, it….ugggh oh man. It slips out!” That wasn’t all the other ball and his cock where knocked hard and Rex knows his stiffy is on full mast and he worries as he rearranges the contents and sees his hardness almost pressing the cup away what further damage that this might cause. “Oh man…six. Fuck, Max. You are not making this easy,” Rex admits some of swagger depleted when his nut was almost sliced in half.

 

Max can see the cup shifting, so he decides this time to deliver two quick kicks. Max, a little winded from the energy spent delivering the kicks though. In addition, Max’s heart races thinking about wasting two kicks. The first kick shoots at the left knocking the cup off place. Like a jack in the box, Rex’s eager cup springs up, free his balls from the cup. Rex’s throbbing cock creating a rift as is pokes out of the cup. With the cup just shifting Max delivers a second precise kick his feel. Adding a twist of he feel at the end for dramatic yet tortoise effect. Squeezing and twisting the cup as it pressed against Rex’s relaxed balls and cock. Max gives one last final twist and push with his heel, pushing Rex’s waist into the wall.

 

Glued to the wall Rex cannot catch a break. The cup shifts and crushes his balls after Max’s first kick, and Rex swears that he imagines grapes crushed in a vice. However it’s the second where his nut bag drops down and is freed from the protection which does him in. Rex squeezes his eyes as he grabs his nuts and drops down to one knee in a strangled kneel and keens out a low high moan from between his parted lips. “My balls” is all he manages to say as both hands slip past the cup and cradle his delicate small eggs. Rex’s nuts throb at his touch and he grits his teeth as his cock pokes up between his wrists just barely showing itself and the glistening pink tip freed from the jock, cup and underwear a tiny gleaming pearl of pre-cum glitters at the tip. “Fuuuck that…hurt.” Rex moans, feeling his eyes cross and when he looks up past his auburn locks that fall into his eyes he spots the triumph in Max’s eyes as he watches him clutch his nuts like a baby. Rex pulls his hands free, adjusting himself and climbs up to standing he sways for a moment but he touches Max again, this time rubbing the outside of his fuller, and bigger pouch so envious of its contents. “Seven…eight…” Rex gulps. “I’m going to win.”

 

Rex is so hard now, the cup pressing into his erection makes him even more eager to end this. He wants to paint his twin with semen after he kicks his balls ten times and listens to him wail. He can’t wait.

 

Max is shocked that Rex is still up. “Dude just give up, don’t make me go harder.”

 

“Harder?” Rex squeaks but shakes his head defiantly, like only a brother could. “No way, I can…take it.” Rex huffs and punches his left pec with his fist. “You only got a few shots left, bro. This is it. Where you lose.”

 

Rex winks and widens his legs, but not before he takes one of Max’s juicy plums in his hand and gently holds the orb. “I’m aiming for this one first.” Rex lets it fall back with its twin, and when Max’s nuts are reunited again they sway as if caught in a breeze. Again Rex puts his hands behind his head, juts out his hips and locked his legs well spread apart ignoring the throbbing from below. “Just do it, bro. Kick me.”

 

Max takes a step backwards before delivering a full swing with his foot crashing into Rex’s taint, the bottom of his hard cock, and the bottom of the cup, pressing it into Rex’s nuts and hoping that he has crushed him flat.

Rex jumps at the touch, the blow knocking everything around. He felt his balls first, the telltale dull thud of the blow sinking deep into his twin nut cores, and Rex gasps in horror as the vibrations down his stock and the tremble at his tip of his dick makes him glassy eyed. He’s so turned on that the throbbing in his cock makes Rex want to release the beast within but as the vibrations course through the cup it appears to be too much and shatters in half both plastic bits digging into his balls. Rex screams girlishly and drops to all fours, yanking out the shattered remains of the cup. He has one more kick to take, but can he…with no cup. The broken plastic bits litter the floor and he gulps grabbing Max and using him as a crutch to pull himself up. He’s tenting his boxer briefs pretty noticeably, even for Rex’s unremarkable stature. “I’m…I don’t have an extra cup.” Rex admits, biting his lip. “I’ll have to take the last one…without.” He didn’t even realize that he was touching himself until Max snickers. He yanks his hand back as if scalded, his cock sways and slaps his stomach. “Number 10…bring it.” Rex cock throbs at his words. He knows how this is about to go.

 

Rex swallows hard, his knees are shaking but he is not about to go down. Cup or no cup. He is going to win this.

 

“Well I can hardly aim for them with that tent blocking them. Make it go away!”

 

Max quickly pulls down Rex’s boxers. A string of pre cum whips up.

 

To stop the whipping of pre-cum Max grabs Rex’s cock and balls and holds them together. As he lifts himself up he delivers a sharp but powerful blow to Rex’s tight gripped squeezed balls and boner bending it the wrong direction causes more pre-cum to leak out

 

“I get one more kick right? Or can you not take one more?”

 

“You…” Rex can’t finish his thought as he gasps. Max’s hands still have his junk in his fists, which are holding on so tight that Rex can see his veins bulging in his wrists. It feels like Max’s fingers are like pins and needles causing Rex to wince and moan, and not all of it is pain. The need to cum, to ejaculate is almost overwhelming. “Fucking hell…bro! My….you have to….fuuuuuck just kick ‘em!” shouts Rex with no regard to what is about to befall him next.

 

Rex wants to fall, and curl up in a ball. His balls are bursting in his twins hands, Max knows exactly where to squeeze and so hard. The only thing keeping his knees from clacking together is that Max has him by the balls…literally.

 

Rex keens, the lament is low and guttural and comes from deep inside of him which pours out the power of the feeling that seems to overwhelm his senses. At one point Rex goes up to his tippy toes as Max squeezes and hisses out a soft “Oooooo” that makes all the hairs on his arms stand up. Rex unable to do anything more feels his eyes twist into the classic cross-eyed position his wounded hazel eyes showcasing the agony and turmoil that grips him in his loins.

 

“I know you’d had enough. Just quit” Max lowers his hand to the floor dragging Rex to his knees. He takes one foot and replaces his hand with it. His foot not stepping on Rex’s cock and balls. With his other foot he delivers a strong kick forward, smashing into the cock and balls. Almost as if he was a golfer trying to land a hole in one.

 

Rex gasps, his body going rigid.

 

Music to Rex’s ears. Now only if he could get up. Rex cowers on the floor, cupping his sad sack in his hands the pain seems to be intensifying as his nuts throb between his fingers. Rex grits his teeth trying to bare it and ride it out, he grunts a steady “uuugh ooh fuck… ugh” while his hands gently rubs at the soreness of his stones.

 

Standing is no longer possible for Rex after all the consecutive blows to the balls. The ache was deep in Rex’s groin as he squirms and whimpers in agony. He rolls onto his stomach, kicking the ground and makes himself sick noises as the nausea threatens to boil over. He coughs loudly, but then Rex has to struggle to keep himself from throwing up all over himself. His eyes are wide as he struggles wildly against the pain, while Rex’s gasps come in ragged.

 

“See what I mean, you’re too injured to even stand up. Just admit you lost.”

 

Rex pounds the ground once more, his balls still throbbing like tiny heartbeats in his hands and he glances up at Max and that smug look on his way. He thinks he won. With grim determination Rex finally slowly rises from the floor, it’s not pretty as he bends over at the waist winded and moans holding his privates once more before he gives his head a shake and says “No…I have not!” voice like a squeaky tire, but the foot that he rises and thunks into Max’s larger balls, as Rex aims for the big prominent bulge.

 

Max takes a step back. He didn’t really feel much behind the surprise kick. “Okay, you got it out of you big man?”

 

Rex blinks back wondering to himself, ‘Did I miss?’ Giving his head a shake, Rex steps back taking a few deep breathes. He is not in top form, but Rex is not going to let that stop him. He grins and says “I’m just getting started.” The second kick comes up harder this time, it’s still not as hard as he can usually kick but Rex feels Max’s fleshy nut bag quiver and the squelch of the bigger set of family jewels roll under his foot and that long piss tube getting smooshed underneath his toes. “Better?”

 

Rex’s eyes widen in alarm, and his mouth falls open. “How?” Rex’s voice is quiet, barely audible and he openly gapes at his brother. Reaching out, Rex touches and holds Max’s junk. The weight, the firmness of his genitals makes him feel so… self-conscious as he grasps the sturdy scrotum. “No cup.” Rex gulps and says “I can…do better.” He releases his handhold but the mighty, swinging limp cock he brushes aside and he catches Max’s face, the superiority of his assets over his brother is so clear, and the smugness in his expression makes Rex’s face turn ashen with embarrassment. “You owe me eight more.” Rex swings up, but his foot catches on Max’s thigh and barely hits Max. So he swings up again, but his balls pulse at that moment, a long hard jolt of lingering pain and his foot again fails to meet his mark, and Rex is forced to bend over and hold his nutsack. He is looking more green in the face than red, and Rex is forced to take deep clearing breathes trying to fight through this latest round of intense nausea. “Five….through ten….those will be my…ugh, ugh….best kicks yet.”

 

“Bro you can keep hitting my balls, a deals a deal. But maybe you should have me look at your nuts. You don’t seem to be doing well.”

 

Rex can’t believe it. Max is still standing. It’s like nothing he does has any effect at all. He can’t stand it. Rex decides to try a running start after he stands back up, but his kick is again off nailing Max between his buttocks but hitting only his soft bottom. The cheeks take the full blow. Another miss. “Five” growls Rex and tries again, this time his foot clips Max’s knee then barely glances off Max’s nutsack. They do move…but not much. Rex is slightly out breath, and he grabs his balls giving them a gentle rub. Maybe he should take Max up on his offer. He’s kicking like shit anyways. Four kicks left, but will they make a difference? He’s not too sure.

 

Rex can feel Max’s big, squishy balls twist and flatten underneath his foot and Rex presses his foot straight up keeping it locked in place as he woundedly says “S…six.” He’s still cupping his tender testes, but this time as his toes squish Max’s nuts up and into the smaller crevice between his legs Rex thinks that he got his brother good.

 

He had to have hit him, Rex is thinking. He finally got Max, at least he hopes so. To make sure that he finally got Max, Rex decides to hit him again. Before Max can react to his sixth hit, Rex drops his leg back down watching Max’s scrotum swing like a mighty pendulum. Rex’s eyes cannot pull himself away from the swinging set. The Rex lifts his leg once more and kicks straight up, and Rex hears it…the squelch. Rex holds his leg in place, Max’s fat balls under his toes so squishy and mushy. Rex delights at the feeling and spreads his toes feeling Max’s scrotum spread and the nuts hard now as he holds them stuck in place. “Gotcha.”

 

Rex feels victorious and adds as if it’s an afterthought “That makes seven. Can you take three more?”

 

Max suddenly falls to his knees. He’s never felt a pain like this. His ball ache but it’s as if they’ve become tenfold their weight and his sack isn’t strong enough. He feels the weight of his just bronzed balls and he falls to his knees. “You… uh… definitely got them this time. Hey can you get me some ice pleeease?” His voice starting to squeak at the end. A pain he didn’t think he was capable of made him feel boyish.

 

“Ice?” Rex asks with untainted glee, his lips curling up with a wildness in his hazel eyes as he watches his brother on his knees. “Yeah, bro. I can do that. After all I’ve still got three more to give you. This is not over yet.” Rex leaves the room on that note, humming to himself but he winces out of sight as his nuts, still so sore bang together. He curses under his breath, and walks more slowly to freezer and filling an ice bag. Bringing it back in the room he tries to hide it. After all, he wants Max to be afraid for what’s going to happen next.

 

Max can feel his balls start to lighten up, but they still ache. “Bro’! Where’s that ice?!”

 

“I’m coming!” Rex yells back, coming back to their bedroom. “Move your hand.” Rex steps up and gets on his knees with him, they are the same height and as Rex leans in he tells him, “Move your hands” and presses the ice slowly onto his brothers bulge, feeling the contents shift a little under his light pressure.

 

“I told you. I was going to put you on your knees.” Rex couldn’t help it, he had to get in the classic ‘I told you so.’ Grinning at his twin, Rex releases the ice and gives it over to Max standing up and making sure that his bulge is at eye level he says “Move your hands when ready, because I still have three more hits to your nuts Maxie.”

 

Max sighs and cringes with the ice on his tender balls. “Just give me one more minute longer with the ice.” He moves the ices to inspect his balls leaving them wide open.

 

Rex’s eyes gleam as he reaches over with a raised fist “You need a minute, bro?” Rex fires aiming for the bulge. The satisfaction as he connects could not be contained and Rex whoops exclaiming “Got ‘em, both!” His smile is infectious, “And you’re right…they are cold to the touch!” Rex laughs watching Max’s package swing back into position.

 

Max feels the impact but the damage is delayed because of the cold. Once the impact hits him he bends down “Okay okay, good one “

 

Rex nudes his shoulder, “Yeah. I’m getting better at busting your balls, bro.” Licking his lips Rex watches his twins telling him “And I got two more shots left.”

 

 “Not over yet.”

 

Max stays bent over. “Oooof just give me a few minutes.”

 

Patting Max’s back, Rex’s fingers linger at the small of his brother’s balls gently rubbing. “Sure thing. But…I thought you got tough nuts. They don’t see that way to me, now if you stand back up and show me…then I’ll be impressed.” Rex clasps Max’s arm as his other hand slides up and down his back his eyes dancing as he watches Max moaning.

 

At the mention of his manhood Max’s back shoots back up. A little blood pumping through his body now.

 

“Oh I’m tough as nails,”

 

“That’s it, I knew that you could take two more. Better than me, right?” Rex winks still behind Max placing his hands on Max’s hips and carefully aiming his foot. Rex brushes the bottom of Max’s sack watching as the heavy balls sway, as his foot moves it a bit. Rex feels him tense and he squeezes Max’s waist. “Your balls are stones. Your boulders can take this!” The foot sails up between Max’s cheeks, clapping his scrotum and nut checking Max’s ample sack hard. The hard think echoes around the bedroom and Rex grins feeling him rearrange Max’s balls.

 

Leaving his foot buried between his brothers legs Rex stretches his toes feeling the recently scrambled eggs in Max’s pouch twist underneath the pressure.

 

“Not bad…right?”

 

“Bro…you alright?” Rex asks. Rex bounces his foot a bit, feeling Max’s orbs slide underneath his toes. “Your man enough to take the last shot after this.”

 

“Uhhhhh huh ugh” Max lets out guttural moans. He feels embarrassed but has to stand by his manhood. “Come on hit me hard. Kick my balls you coward! Let me show you what a real man’s balls can do.”

 

Red rears back, pulling his foot free. His eyes are dangerous and narrow as he rears back and takes a running leap and swings his foot up one last time. The crunch of his foot crushes Max’s nuts until they flatten fully underneath his powerful toe kick. Rex can’t even talk but holds his foot there feeling the pulse beneath his toes.

 

Max squeals and his whole body stiffens.

 

“Whelp balls of steel…”

 

Rex moves his foot back and forth feeling Max’s balls slip and slide beneath his toes. “I guess you’re right…balls like rocks!”

 

“How many blows to take to put you on your knees…we can find out.” Rex suggests, eyes shinning bright as he inches his foot up and tickles Max’s cock with foot. “Since you can take more than me…we should see how many more you can take!”

 

Reluctantly Rex pulls his foot free watching Max’s package sway, and he comes around to watch Max’s reaction, clapping one hand on his shoulder and foundling his brothers balls, juggling them. “Can you do that bro?”

 

Max turns around and pushes his brother back walking towards him. Max’s bulge presses against him, flush and Max can’t help but notice how he dominates his brother again in every regard south of the border. “Don’t test me. I played your stupid game. You just lucky.”

 

Rex quivers a bit, his twin’s bigger, broader bulge pressing into his own. Rex can feel the outline of his twins cock laying lazily against his own rather unimpressive set and he gulps. “You did…” Rex smiles as he shuffles his feet into position his thigh ready to deliver. Rex holds up his hands as if in supplication, “But I wanted to test this theory out!” Rex moves to power up a knee right between Max’s legs feeling but his twin catches it just before it reaches his balls.

 

“Come on Maxie…let’s have some more fun.”

“I said, no.”

 

Max pushes off of Rex heading to the door, and Rex grabs his shoulder pulling it back.

 

“But we can—Uuughhhhh!” Rex’s words end in a grunt as Max swings his leg up between his legs easily nailing him in his tight swollen sack. Rex’s nuts are flattened, and he drops to his knees gasping his hand still holding his brother’s as he stares dumbfounded at Max’s bulge now that he is eye level with it.

 

“We are done…at least for today. I’m sore and…”

 

Rex reaches up, cupping his balls. The touch is tender as he rubs the mound softly and groans. “You really…hurt my balls.”

 

Max’s eyes lose focus for a bit as Rex’s hand swishes his nuts around in their silken sack, but he pulls back before Rex can give him a stiffy.

 

“Sorry about…the last one. And maybe we can later. But right now, Rex I need a ballbusting break.”

 

Rex nods and Max heads to the door as Rex drops his underwear and shorts trying his last shot. “Look man, I’m hard! Can’t we finish this?” he looks pleadingly at Max, and bites his lip. He is not lying, Rex’s erection is standing straight up pointing to the heavens. Rex has been hard this whole time, and wants nothing more to cum…by Max.

 

Max sighs, and reaches out fingering Rex’s head and gives it a slow stroke. A shiver runs down Rex’s body and he moans, this time in pleasure and closes his eyes. “Yes…like that…keep going, Max.”

 

“Call Leroy.”

 

Rex’s eyes spring open and Leroy picks up on the first ring.

 

“Hey Rex, what’s up?”

 

Max smiles and starts to stroke Rex faster, but he is shaking his head now and pleading for him to stop.

 

“Funny you should ask.” Max smile widens, and he grabs Rex’s erection tightly, the whole shaft fits in his fist. “Rex needs a little TLC.”

 

“Oh yeah, Max?”

 

“Yeah, I kicked his balls.”

 

“Oh shit, yeah you two are always going at it.” Leroy chuckles, the fellow swimmer in the background splashes. They think that he might be in the pool.

 

“Can you come over?” Max asks.

 

“Max” Rex mouths, his eyes wide as his hips gyrate unwillingly in and out of Max’s fist his cock throbbing fiercely ready to go off at any moment.

 

“Sure, be there in ten. I’m getting out of the shower now.  Tell Rex to rest up.”

 

 Then Leroy is gone. The phone call ends.

 

“Still want me to finish you off?” Max asks pausing his hand, and stilling the pressure. His fingers barely touching Rex’s red knobbed pecker.

 

“You…asshole.”

 

Max smiles.

 

“You blue balled me.”

 

“Yup.”

 

Max laughs and let’s go walking away and leaving Rex with his nearly finished orgasm hanging in the air as he closes the bedroom door behind him, hearing the fuming even through the walls as he heads down the stairs to make a sandwich knowing that he indeed got the last laugh on his twin. At least…for now.

 

 

 

 

~End