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CHAPTER 1 Jim and Tim Hardiman were born on July 31, 1969 within minutes of each other, but their frail mother never recovered from the enormous strain. After the funeral, their grieving father, Hank Hardiman, a heavy-set, muscular construction worker, started to drink heavily in an attempt to drown out his sorrow. His childless and divorced sister Alice moved in to look after the twins and the housekeeping. They lived in a 3-bedroom bungalow in the suburbs of Fawcett City. The boys, who weighed 9½ pounds at birth, inherited their dad's muscle genes. They were identical in every respect and inseparable and, as they grew up, people were amazed at the similarity of their personalities. They enjoyed the same food, hobbies, sports and they even shared the same thoughts and impulses. Their friends simply couldn't tell them apart. They were like one entity cut in half. In high school the boys excelled academically and physically, particularly in football and hockey. When either boy was injured the other one felt the same pain. Because of their outgoing personalities and generous dispositions, they were admired rather than resented by their schoolmates and, of course, the girls drooled over their masculine beauty and talents. In their senior year the boys often double-dated but, to the girls' utter frustration, they always dropped them off without so much as a goodnight kiss. Had their dates been aware of the true situation they would have been emotionally crushed. Since puberty the boys had been experimenting with each other in the double bed that they shared. As time went on their sexual explorations and discoveries turned into total obsession. They were now united in every aspect of the human condition and no one was ever able to interfere or sever their impenetrable bond. Hank and Alice knew what was going on from the unmistakable sounds that came from the boys' bedroom but no one ever talked about it. On the home front they rarely saw their father and, when they did, he was usually in a drunken stupor. He did, however, manage to keep employed and his heavy drinking always took place after hours. The twins depended on each other totally for support and encouragement. Although she loved her nephews dearly Alice left the household as soon as the boys could fend for themselves. After graduating from high school the twins received several academic and sports scholarships and chose Columbia State U where they received their B.A. degree with high honours. In their third year their father died of liver complications. They were now alone and completely dependent on each other. Their passion for one another never faltered and reached its peak of total devotion and obsession. CHAPTER 2 It was 1991. Jim and Tim, now 22, thanks to regular workouts and contact sports, reached their apex of physical endowments. Somewhat short at 5'9" they weighed in at 245 pounds of solid muscular gristle. Their chests, accentuated by hairy rounded pectoral muscles, measured 53", waists at 34", biceps of 21" and thighs of 30". When straining, muscles like steel cables projected along their powerful forearms and wrists and their hands were the size of small hams. Resting on meaty delts, bull-like necks measured 20". In the center of large pink tits the twins had been blessed with extraordinarily big nipples. These were 1¼" long and 2" around and pushed against the white t-shirts that they always wore. They were constantly erect and bullet-like. Their cut phalluses, when aroused, protruded a full 9" from their crotches and orange-size testicles completed the package. They had short, black curly hair and a thick moustache covered their upper lip. In short, Jim and Tim were two formidable and identical specimens of masculine virility and power. They were the beneficiaries of their father's $50,000 life insurance policy and, after graduating from college they took and furnished an apartment in Cameron Arms, a modern building in downtown Fawcett City and began looking for employment. One newspaper ad caught their immediate attention: CORRECTIONAL OFFICERS REQUIRED COLUMBIA STATE PENINTENTIARY APPLICANTS MUST APPLY PERSONALLY AT THE WARDEN'S OFFICE The Hardiman twins decided to apply. Of course, they passed the physical with flying colors and Warden Jackman, who thought he should have his eyes checked, was duly impressed with their credentials and identical physical appearance. They were hired on the spot and assigned the 4-midnight shift in Cell Block D. There were two prisoners to a cell and Jackman had explained his policy to the new guards. Many of the cellmates obtained sexual release with each other. After lights out grunts and moans could be heard throughout the cellblock. Jackman informed the Hardiman boys to simply ignore this activity, which helped to keep the prisoners' frustrations in check. Soon their congenial but no-nonsense approach engendered the admiration of the prisoners and colleagues alike. Their monogamous relationship strengthened as the years rolled by. CHAPTER 3 During the evening shift there was very little activity after the 10 PM lights out in the block, which consisted of two rows of 25 cells. The Hardiman twins were the only corrections employees on duty and spent most of their tour of duty in the guard station at the end of the corridor. They had a clear view of the block through the large glass window, which doubled as a two-way mirror so that nobody could see inside their office. Their uniforms consisted of blue, short-sleeve shirts, black ties, steel-grey trousers with black stripes down the sides, peaked hats and shiny black boots. Several microphones had been installed along the corridor ceiling, which connected to a speaker inside the guard post. Soon after lights out the muffled sounds of man-to-man sex filled the guard station, kindling the brothers' lust for each other as they initiated their familiar ritual. The two muscular guards rolled their chairs towards each other, legs spread wide and knees touching. They removed their hats, uniform shirts and ties and, staring intensely at each other, the brawny twins began to tweak their own hardened nipples through their stretched white t-shirts. They didn't need any kind of outside stimulation, as they were each other's biggest turn-ons. For them the experience was like being aroused by their own reflection in a mirror except that, in their case, the image staring back at them was one of hot, throbbing living flesh. Inside their boxer shorts a leather cockring was clamped tightly around their large nut-sacs which they wore constantly during their waking hours and which brought into prominence the enormous bulge at their crotches and against their beefy left thighs. Wherever they went people unashamedly gazed at the sight of such awesome potent virility. The two brawny brothers then took off their t-shirts and continued twisting and pinching their own nipples as their eyes were transfixed on each other's swelling powertools, which protruded through the fly of their shorts and squirmed against the grey fabric covering their meaty thighs. As with everything else their sexual cravings were identical. Blessed with this knowledge they could anticipate each other's moves and achieve ultimate gratification in a slow and deliberate erotic production. CHAPTER 4 With the sound of the inmates' grunts, groans and moans serving as background "music" the two bulky Hardiman twins pursued their sensuous ritual. Boots, pants and boxers had been removed and the two burly guards stood facing each other, about two feet apart, clad only in their grey socks. The hardened 9" thick shafts, oozing copious amounts of pre-cum, pointed straight at each other. Ravenous lust stretched the skin on the blood-filled mushroom heads and the two gaping piss-slits connected as the clear juice rendered the crowns slick and slippery. The tender lips of the opening to the piss canal rubbed against each other causing the two inflamed hunks to emit guttural grunts as they relished the familiar exquisite sensations, which radiated throughout their sweaty pumped-up bodies. As the two large cockheads were clamped in a tight embrace continuous spurts of hot pre-cum bathed the leathery crowns. The two horny brothers reached down to gather some of the juice which they spread over each other's hard, distended, thimble-like nipples which protruded provocatively through their hairy ballooning pecs. Caressing their hulking biceps and bull necks the two wild studs began rubbing their oily nips together. Their hard bubble butts started circular motions as their mighty bull dicks grappled in an intense cockfight. Their full lips and thick tongues, swollen in sexual stimulation, connected and probed, gently at first, then built up to a frenzied oral exploration accompanied by slurping and sucking sounds and the rasping of their mingling wet moustaches. Jim had his back against the office wall and the massive left legs of the two powerful titans were clamped tightly around their counterpart's right thigh. The clammy bodies of the identical powerhouses were locked in a writhing and twisting struggle. They grunted sexual and erotic utterances as they devoured each other, nipping, lapping and sucking their faces and necks. As one man glued his hot lips to a bloated, sensitive nipple, the other kneaded and squeezed his mate's rippling shoulder muscles and groaned in ecstasy. They took turns at teasing and "torturing" each other's hardened tits, their most sensitive erotic zones. The shrieks and gasps of the two frenzied guards joined with similar sounds coming through the speakers. Their meaty asscheeks jiggled as they thrust their wet crotches into one another. Both men fantasized that they were making love to themselves and this narcissistic self-worshiping sensation elevated their pleasure to incredible heights. Their love-making which consisted primarily of two sweaty, hairy and muscular bodies molded together in a frantic exercise of thrusting, rubbing and thrashing, deep-throat kissing, and nipple play went on for a good hour until Jim hoarsely and urgently growled, "Tim, I'M READY!" Tim knew exactly what his burly image meant, having taken turns at the finale of their love fest in the guard house on many a night. He backed off a short distance from his wild-eyed and eager twin brother so that their gaping piss-slits pressed against each other. Tim clenched his hot mouth around Jim's bloated right nipple and started to tweak and twist the left one with his left stubby fingers. With his right hand he grabbed and kneaded his brother's engorged and hard ball-bag. Jim wrapped his meaty left arm around Tim's thickset neck and enclosed the two leathery purple knobs in his right paw. Due to the skillful manhandling of his twin brother every nerve in Jim's body became electrified and the primeval need for release overwhelmed every fibre of his sweaty, torrid flesh. His loins were on fire as he felt the hot juices flowing from his toes to the top of his head. He became delirious from the countless exquisite sensations and, throwing his head back, his entire body began to tremble and jerk. A beastly growl emerged from the depths of his being as the hot man juice erupted, flowing up his piss-tube and gushing through his brother's wide-open piss slit. The two beefy identical guards were transported into the otherworldly heights of orgasmic ecstasy. Tim relished the exquisite sensation of his brother's searing semen flowing into his sensitive urethra. As the gush subsided, Jim released the two throbbing cockheads and their mouths locked in a savage, slurpy kiss. In a matter of seconds Tim snarled and grunted into his brother's mouth as his rigid rod exploded. His lumpy man-juice blasted through his piss-chute forcing both ejaculates to spew all over their hard bellies and wet crotches in a seemingly endless stream. In the throes of their intense orgasms the inflamed bodies of the mating stallions convulsed against each other as the two men shrieked and groaned their immense pleasure. After several minutes the two guards fell against each other in a tender, loving embrace, once again completely gratified by the experience. Jim and Tim Hardiman quickly cleaned themselves up, put their uniforms back on and straightened up the office as their replacements were expected shortly. CHAPTER 5 September 7, 2000. The twins, now 31, were still working the evening shift at the State pen, their attachment to each other was stronger than ever and their bodies, now fully mature, were perfect specimens of masculine virility and power. Having finished their tour of duty on that Thursday evening, the husky guards proceeded to their apartment building, parked their van and entered the lobby just as the left elevator reached the ground floor. As they headed towards it the door opened to reveal an astonishing vision. There, in all his magnificent glory, stood Captain Marvel, the 305-pound superhero, who had just engaged in a wild two-hour sexual romp with Motorcycle Patrolman Greg Rodman, who resides in #906. His costume consisted of an orange-red Lycra body suit, white cape, yellow armbands, boots and waistband with a yellow lightning bolt running down his chest. He never wore underwear and his ample genitals stretched the thin fabric of his jumpsuit. The sex-crazed superjock thought he was seeing double and he blinked twice to make sure that the two identical uniformed men glaring at him were, in fact, separate entities. The insatiable superhero was immediately attracted to the two macho hunks. Jim and Tim had always been completely devoted to one another and had never even considered having sex with other men - until now that is. They had heard stories about Captain Marvel's physique and tremendous endowments but this was the first time that they actually saw him in the flesh. The reports, if anything, had been underestimated and the two lustful guards simply glared at the glorious specimen of powerful manhood, their ravenous eyes drinking in every rippling muscle from head to toe, lingering unabashedly at crotch level. They glanced at each other, knowing that they had the same thought, an urgent desire to possess this incredible hunk. Not a word was exchanged between the three men. As Captain Marvel didn't make a move to leave the elevator, the two husky guards entered and stood on either side of the superhero as Jim pushed the 6th floor button. When the door closed, the massive superjock wrapped his arms around the guards' hefty shoulders and his monstrous tool began to swell and push outward against the thin Lycra. The passionate prison guards became fascinated with the Captain's large, erect nipples protruding from his gargantuan chest and each twin clamped his hot mouth around one of the tantalizing miniature cocks and started to suck and nip the tender membranes causing the inflamed superhero to moan and gasp. In the 25 seconds that it took the elevator to reach the 6th floor, the Lycra surrounding the Cap's swollen nipples was soaking wet with spit and sweat as well as the material around his crotch from the spurting pre-cum brought on by his "rising" excitement. When the elevator stopped and the door opened the three frenzied hunks ambled over to the twins' apartment. The three hot studs entered the dimly lit living room. Captain Marvel removed his cape, upper portion of his costume and waistband, leaving him with only the orangey tights and boots. He then sprawled his massive frame down on the leather recliner with his gigantic legs spread-eagled and his giant prick throbbing and spurting jets of pre-cum and his heavy balls resting on the cool, smooth leather seat. He watched the two identical prison guards in total fascination as they executed a simultaneous strip tease in front of him, removing everything but their bulging damp jocks. Wild-eyed and panting the hot superstud growled, "All right men, perform for me!" At these words Jim and Tim Hardiman turned towards each other and slowly and lovingly began to fondle and caress each other's rippling, pumped muscles as their bloated jock pouches made contact. The straps of their supporters encircled the globes of their immense bubble butts, which entered into a sensuous circular rhythm as the two guards rubbed their oozing maleness against each other. The fiery brothers then focused on each other's bloated hairy pecs and erect bullet-like nipples, their most sensitive zones. With their stubby fingers they first squeezed their rounded iron plates and then concentrated on their swollen nips by twirling, pinching and pulling them. They took turns sucking and biting the jutting jugs, throwing their heads back and rumbling with pleasure. With one leg wrapped around a bulky thigh, thick, heavy tongues lapped all over their bull necks and bristly faces to eventually penetrate each other's drooling mouths as they continued to "torture" each other's tits for a good ten minutes, all the while grinding and thrusting their leaking crotches into each other. Every once in a while the twin hunks would glance over at their spectator whose bulging eyes and slurpy moans of approval enhanced their own enjoyment and intensified their love-making. Reclining way back on the black leather chair the torrid superjock watched the guards' performance with growing stimulation. With his plump butt gyrating on the now hot leather the Captain kneaded and squeezed his enormous ballooning pecs and attacked his large, swollen nipples, twisting and pulling them along with the surrounding skin. Hot pre-cum flowed continuously from his throbbing manmeat, 10" long and 6" around, now rigid as a steel pole. The Lycra at his crotch became sopping wet and every detail of his raging organ was clearly visible through the stretched material. The plum-shaped crown emerged from its protective hood pushing hard against the thin fabric. As he gaped at the identical brothers seemingly pleasuring their own selves the superhero's lust reached a feverish high and, with a thundering scream, his bloated horse cock gave such a powerful thrust that it broke through the wet Lycra and, free of any constraints, started to jerk in every direction. The Cap ferociously tore away at the fabric in order to release his orange-size balls, now filled to overflowing with creamy jism. The superhero's beastly howl had startled the two guards who witnessed the awesome sight "unfolding" before them. They glared, totally fascinated, at the magnificent monster meat throbbing, jerking and spurting clear juice and the two men quickly removed their jocks, liberating their own 9" identical cut members. The robust voracious twin prison guards approached the reclining giant. CHAPTER 6 Jim and Tim went about removing the superhero's boots and remaining Lycra and knelt on either side of the recliner. The two husky guards found the Captain's hard nipples, protruding provocatively from his immense pecs, totally irresistible. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, the drooling twins clamped their hot mouths on the miniature cocks and began to suck and nip, sending the crazed superjock into a growling, squirming fit of ecstasy. Kneading the Cap's bull neck with one hand, the brothers fondled his palpitating stud meat and engorged ball bag with the other as they pursued their "attack" on the delicate gumdrops. After ten minutes of this intense "torture" the lustful prison guards lapped their way slowly downward until they reached the ultimate target. Laboring as one the powerful twins now focused their ministrations on the mighty bull rod throbbing and ejecting joy juice, its serpentine veins bloated and protruding around the entire shaft. Their swollen lips encircled the purple mushroom head and came in contact as they lapped up the giant's flowing pre-cum and their bristly moustaches scraped the leathery, tender skin. They rubbed and pinched one of the superjock's tit with one hand while fondling the inside of his thighs and scrotum with the other. Slurping and moaning sounds could be heard as their mouths and heavy tongues moved very slowly up and down their prey's fiery poker and connected in ravenous, probing kisses. The Captain's superpowers enabled him to withhold climax indefinitely and he simply relished the brothers' worshipping activities for a good hour. Our feverish superjock felt an urgent need to have a "taste" of those two replicas of virile manhood. Placing his right hand under Jim's chin he raised him to a standing position and threw his head way back against the headrest with his slobbering mouth wide open, ready to receive the guard's hardened joystick. Planting his muscular thighs on either side of the Captain's head, the robust prison guard began circular rubbing motions with his oozing pisstube all over the panting superhero's face. The recliner was now in an almost horizontal position and it was an easy task for Jim to invade the Cap's dripping oral receptacle. Oozing pre-cum the turgid purple knob penetrated the waiting mouth and started a lingering descent, stopping briefly at the throat entrance. With a deep grunt the guard grabbed the Captain's pecs with his meaty hands and shoved his steel pole downward until his bloated balls rested on either side of the superhero's nose. Screeching with wanton lust, Jim went about fucking the superjock's mouth and throat with total abandon as he continued twisting the man's reddened nipples. Captain Marvel stared bug-eyed at the guard's bouncing balls and squirmed with pleasure as he felt the hot salami rubbing against the contour of his breathing tube. Meanwhile his own swollen dong was being serviced by Tim, who had his pumped, muscular arms wrapped around his hefty thighs as he hungrily sucked on the supercock. Slurping sounds and moans from the three enraptured hunks intensified the erotic scene. While sucking on Captain Marvel's thick joint, Tim stared at his brother's cum gun withdrawing and disappearing down the Cap's wide-open mouth and had a sudden impulse to join him. First he knelt on the two armrests and then moved up along the superjock's prone body until his cock joined his twin brother's. The Captain could only manage to engulf the two bulbous caps, which he proceeded to suck greedily and swallow the flowing pre-cum. The leathery cockheads rubbed against each other inside the superhero's mouth and they grunted from the intense sensation as they wrapped their hulking arms around each other and their mouths connected in a slobbering, probing kiss. The time had come for the main event... CHAPTER 7 The two brawny prison guards took turns fucking the superhero's mouth and throat all the while sucking each other's face, neck and nipples. Captain Marvel wished that the delicious exercise would last forever but, after about 15 minutes the twins realized that they were on the verge of climaxing and quickly withdrew in order to prolong the fantastic enjoyment they were experiencing with the sexy god-like creature. Tim lowered himself to a point where, with his massive thighs astride the Captain's mid-section and his heavy balls resting just below his pumped pecs, he inserted his rigid wang inside the deep valley between the superjock's rounded breasts. The three heated studs, while taking a breather, began a slow, sensuous body worship. They fondled their pumped-up muscles and their swollen tongues exchanged deep-throat probing and bull-neck lapping and sucking. They were lost in their own worlds of ecstatic sensations. As he slowly thrust his oozing schlong deep in the superhero's crevice, Tim could feel him squeezing his pecs tightly against his member which intensified the pleasure of the intimate contact. Whimpering moans from the three titans filled the steamy room. At one point during the tender love-making, Tim reached back with his meaty right paw to gently stroke the Captain's seeping fuck tool and, as he did so, his hairy ballooning pecs pushed forward and the superhero couldn't resist grabbing them and tweaking the long, hard nipples. The powerful guard spread the superjock's spurting clear juice around the glossy mushroom head and around the 10" crankshaft. He then slid down the Cap's hard belly until he could feel the monster pecker pressing against the crack of his sweaty rump. Looking at his brother across the superhunk's massive body, the lusty guard began squirming against the hot stovepipe with an intense plea for approval in his eyes. Recognizing his brother's urgent aching need, Jim shouted, "GO FOR IT MAN!" That's all Tim needed to hear. With his knees planted on the armrests on either side of Captain Marvel's waist and his hairy chest thrust forward the husky prison guard reached back and spread his hilly glutes apart and very slowly moved downward until he could feel the superhero's hot, wet cockhead make contact with his aching ass lips. The two men growled in fierce anticipation. Still spreading his cheeks apart, Tim continued his erotic journey. The fiery crown penetrated his throbbing mancut and he screeched as the Captain's jackhammer bore through the tight sphincter muscles and, breathing heavily, he paused for a moment in order to adjust himself to the length and girth of the invading ramrod. Completely relaxed, the guard released his asscheeks and, grabbing the superjock's mountainous pecs, his meaty ass resumed its descent onto the veiny ass-splitter until it was in to the hilt with his asscheeks pressing against the Cap's bloated balls. His mouth filled with the other twin’s thrusting firehose, the Captain grunted and squirmed as he tried to dig deeper into Tim's innards. Above the mighty torso the twins reached for each other and their mouths connected in a fiery kiss as they pinched and twisted each other's jutting nipples. A slow, sensuous rhythm ensued as Jim fucked the Cap's throat and Tim's buffed butt moved up and down on the hot poker. Tim became crazed with lust and the tempo increased to a feverish pitch as if his sensitive ass trench couldn't get the fiery battering ram in deep enough. He craved to have his insides filled with his hero's manhood and, with total roaring abandon, the fierce prison guard plowed down on the muledick as his own raging hard-on battered the Cap's hard abdomen. The recliner's framework began to creak from the 550 lbs of pounding manflesh and the chair finally collapsed to a fully horizontal position with a resounding crack. However, the three men continued their turbulent activity without a pause. The brawny twins were still clutching at each other's pumped biceps and pecs and, as he squatted and squirmed on the oozing canon, Tim whispered hoarsely in his brother's ear, "Jim, while the Captain is fucking the ass off me I want to eat your hot meat. I want to feel your manhood deep inside my throat and I want to drink your jock juice till your balls are empty. Come on, give it to me NOW!" With a loud plop, Jim retracted his torrid phallus from the Captain's slobbering mouth and stood facing his brother with his feet planted on either side of the superstud's midriff. Grabbing Tim's thickset neck with both paws Jim shoved his piston rod into his twin's drooling mouth until his swollen balls rested on his brother's bristly chin. Captain Marvel gazed at the jiggling round stud butt above him and, reaching up with his mighty arms, he grabbed and kneaded the rubbery cheeks. They worked in perfect harmony. With each downward thrust of Tim's buns his brother's bazooka reached deep inside his throat. After ten minutes of escalating excitement Jim let out a primal shriek as his powertool erupted and gush after gush of hot, milky lava filled his brother's mouth and throat, with a lot of it dripping out the sides of his mouth. A moment later the bug-eyed superjock, still grasping Jim's meaty asscheeks, growled a thundering roar as his raging artillery gave a final thrust upward and exploded his pent-up spunk filling Tim's bowels with never-ending loads of searing lava. The sensation caused Tim to release his own spooge, which blasted all over the Cap's belly and chest. The three screaming and grunting stallions were in the throes of orgasmic spasms. When they were completely spent they collapsed in a heap of sweaty, entangled mountains of hot flesh. THE END