The Twists

In 2040, the world had come to terms with the **Twists** pandemic, albeit reluctantly. When the virus was discovered two years prior, global panic was understandable. But after scientists determined it only caused agonizing, but non-life-threatening, testicular pain in men, half the world breathed a collective sigh of relief... followed by a chuckle of superiority.

For men, the virus was a scourge, the bane of their existence. It thrived in their testicles, causing pain so intense it felt like their spermatic cords were being twisted into multiple knots. Some men even confessed to thoughts of surgically removing their testicles to escape the agony. Two other symptoms were uncontrolled erections and the inability to ejaculate. Scientists speculated this was the body's natural response to expel the virus, but the virus induced a condition known as ejacuphobia, where the urethral muscles would painfully spasm when one was approaching orgasm.

Families found themselves in awkward territory, balancing genuine concern with uncomfortable jokes. Schools implemented mandatory health classes for both boys and girls to prevent the spread of the **Twists**. Though some wondered why girls were included, it was soon discovered that females could also become infected.

Due to the lack of testicles, the virus would lay dormant in women, making them asymptomatic carriers. Many girls found the mandatory classes tedious, but one lesson would always pique their interest: "The Neuter-lization Method."

A swift, targeted strike could neutralize the threat of the **Twists**. The boys in class would shift uncomfortably while the girls practiced on dummies wearing fake testicles with unnerving enthusiasm, perfecting their techniques and imagining the satisfying 'busts of the virus’ with each precise kick. The boys nervously wondered if this was how the world ended – not with a bang, but with a chorus of well-aimed kicks.

In the Miller household, the morning started as usual, like any other day. The kitchen, a haven of morning smells, was Emma’s and Grace’s domain, their movements in sync as Emma set up the table and Grace prepared breakfast.“Remember Aiden likes his eggs soft-boiled,” Emma reminded her mother, her voice sounding maternal despite being only 18 years old.

“I know, I know. You sound like you're the one who gave birth to him,” Grace mocked her daughter, as she flipped bacon with a practiced hand. “Speaking of your brother, where is he? Still in bed?”

Emma’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “No, he’s in the shower. I woke him up before coming down.” Emma smiled because she knew why her brother was already hitting the shower. Being twins, there were few secrets Aiden could keep hidden from his doting twin sister. She knew he had snuck out late last night to see his secret female friend. How cute it was that both her brother and his friend would do such intimate things together, yet were still too embarrassed to officially call themselves boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Oh?” Grace’s eyebrows arched, a hint of suspicion in her tone. “Usually, he showers after breakfast though.”

The aroma of bacon grease hung heavy in the air, mingling with the unspoken knowledge of Aiden’s late-night rendezvous. Suddenly, a scream pierced the domestic tranquility, a sound so raw and primal it made the hairs on Emma’s arms stand on end.

Emma and Grace exchanged concerned glances, a silent question passing between them. Then, Aiden burst into the kitchen, naked, soaked and fully erect!

Grace gasped, her hand flying to her agape mouth, eyes wide with shock and morbid fascination at her son's engorged member. Emma's cheeks flushed crimson as she averted her gaze, muttering, “What the hell?!”

“Aiden! You’re naked!” Grace stated the obvious, her voice a mix of reprimand and disbelief, her eyes glued to his pink, pulsing bell-end.

Of course, Aiden knew he was naked but modesty was a luxury he couldn’t afford right now in the face of the searing pain consuming him. “I have it!” he yelled, his voice cracking with desperation.

“Huh? What? You have what?!” Grace asked, bewildered.

“M-my…!” he stammered, his face contorted in agony, collapsing to his knees, his hips thrust forward in a grotesque display. “MY BAAAALLLLSSS!!”

Grace was momentarily speechless, her gaze fixated on the comical bob of Aiden’s egg-sized testicles, getting a perfect familiarity with every detail. The way the left one hung lower, how the smooth, hairless and slightly damp skin appeared almost translucent, revealing the intricate network of nerves of each testicle. Then, realization dawned on her.

“Oh… Wow,” she said, a suppressed smile tugging at her corners of her mouth.

“Wait, no way,” Emma said, turning back, her eyes narrowing in concern, then widening in poorly concealed amusement. “Mom, I think he has the **Twists**!” she snorted, unable to contain her laughter.

“Seems so, but… is that reaction normal?” Grace asked, pointing at his twitching penis. Being a work-at-home mom, her experience with the **Twists** was limited to social media and news segments. “I mean I've seen it on TikTok but I'd always thought men were all exaggerating.”

“Yeah. It’s some sort of natural reflex,” Emma said, completely ignoring that her mother still uses that outdated app.

“Oh dear… How long will he be like this?”

“Oh, should be bout a week or two.”

This was a common reaction among women. Aiden's nudity had at first, shocked them, but upon learning he had the **Twists**, their mood instantly shifted. To women, witnessing a man suffering from the **Twists** was comedy gold.

Aiden was caught off guard by their reaction. His own mother and sister were treating his agony with such casual nonchalance. *Where's their panic? Where's their sympathy? Don't they care that the Miller’s family jewels are in distress right now?* He thought, despair washing over him. The previous night's events replayed in his mind, the secret tryst now a source of profound regret. The pain certainly wasn't worth that inexperienced blowjob.

His hands reached for his pulsating plums, cradling them gently in a futile attempt to quell the searing pain. A thought crept in, a sentiment shared by every man who had suffered testicular trauma: *I regret being born male.* *I regret being born with these dumb fucking balls.*

The thought of his male flaw somehow amplified his pain, sending a fresh wave of agony through him. A whimper escaped his lips as he curled forward, sticking his ass up high and pressing his face against the cold tile floor. A funny yet futile position ball-busted men do to better bear the pain.

“Looks painful,” Grace observed, watching as his raised butt spasmodically twitched at every wave of pain traveling up his nut cords. “So, that thing about physical trauma... is it true?”

“Yeah, but I'm not sure if Aiden's willing to go through with it. Most guys aren't,” Emma replied.

“Well, Aiden has school and can’t be here all week crying about his twisted plums. So, unfortunately, he has no choice."

The two spoke as if he had no say in the matter of his own balls.

“W-Wait,” Aiden managed, his voice muffled. “I don’t wanna be kicked, please.”

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, but it’s either ballpain for a whole week or ballpain for just today. The choice seems obvious, don't you think?" Grace said, a hint of compassion in her tone. "Besides, it'll teach you to be more responsible with your balls the next time you decide to empty them with your sneaky link.”

The twins expressed a look of stunned disbelief. *She knows?!* They thought in unison.

“Okay, now stand up so your sister can kick you in the balls.”

There were sentences a son could never imagine his mother ever uttering, and that was certainly one of them. Aiden remained curled on the floor, weighing his options.

*Kick or **Twists**? Kick or **Twists**? Kick or **Twists**?* The mantra echoed in his mind, fueling the nausea in his abdomen.

With a groan, he pushed himself up, bracing for the inevitable. *Why God, why? Why did you create us men with such a vulnerable weakness? Why does such a virus even exist in this world? And why does it only target the balls!? Of all places, why the balls!?*

Spreading his legs in reluctant surrender, he awaited his sister’s assault.

“Good boy,” Grace praised him, amused. “But I think we could do much better than that.”

She grabbed Aiden’s right foot, lifting it onto a kitchen chair. Then, she extended his left leg into a near split, making him do an [elevated side lunge](https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSJnYRPGFPvOe4fPCCBaZrOpSsnfugjCvmblg&s) . This position left his testicles completely exposed, dangling precariously. He gulped, unable to imagine a more vulnerable position.

“There! Okay, Emma. You’re all set. Make sure you get both his nuts and try to put some oomph into it,” Grace said, emphasizing her advice with a fist pump.

"HmMhm," Emma nodded, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of determination and barely suppressed glee. How overjoyed she must be to live in a world where it's socially acceptable... no, socially recommended to kick a guy in his balls with all her might.

Without hesitation, she drew back her bare foot, winding up the perfect ballbusting strike. Every muscle in her slender leg tensed, focused. Once she felt all her power coalesce in her foot, she unleashed the killing blow.

Her foot connected with Aiden’s sack with deadly precision, producing a powerful, cringe-inducing smack that echoed in the kitchen. The skin of his scrotum reformed around her instep, flattening the testicles within, both brutally and comically. The feeling of his pancaked nuts squirming on her foot was like none other. *Every girl should experience this at least once or twice in their lives!* She thought.

Aiden's reaction was instantaneous: eyes crossing, tears streaming, lips pursing. The moment her foot left his balls to dangle freely again, his hands flew down to scoop them up before he once again fell to his knees. His head tilted far back and the veins on his neck pulsed intensely. It was as if his entire being had been reduced to nothing but a mass of excruciating ball pain.

At first, there was slight relief because he could still feel them, which meant that they were still intact. But his relief was short-lived, as he remembered that he could still FEEL them! A wave of agony overwhelmed him. His world crumbled before him.

“Did I get them both?” Emma asked innocently, tilting her head as she observed her brother writhing in pain.

“Ooooooh god!” he moaned, his face contorted.

“Looks like you did,” Grace confirmed a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

“Hell Yeah! Right in the balls!” Emma cheered, her face beaming.

Grace snorted at her daughter’s childish celebration. She didn’t know it was a common phrase used by girls after performing the neuter-lization method.

"Okay, okay, settle down lil' miss Nutcracker. Now, how will we know that he's cured of the **Twists**?" Grace asked.

As if to answer her question, his enlarged member began pumping thick ropes of hot steamy cum across the kitchen tiles.

“Oh my! Emma, look away," Grace said, trying to salvage any bit of decency Aiden had left. But both ladies continued to watch him bust his load until his abused balls were figuratively empty and his erection deflated.

"Alright then, that’s that. Now come you two, eat your breakfast before it gets cold, then get ready for school,” Grace said, returning to the bacon and eggs as if nothing had happened. Emma followed suit, leaving Aiden to wallow in his misery.

Minutes ticked by as Emma and Grace ate at the table. Emma glanced towards her brother, still a sobbing heap on the floor. Despite the earlier amusement, she genuinely cared about him and wanted to lift his spirits.

"Hey, Aiden."

Aiden pried open his tear-filled eyes, looking up at her.

"We made your favorite! Soft-boiled eggs!" She said, holding up a fork with an egg perched precariously on it. The golden yolk dripped invitingly.

Aiden let out a pathetic groan as he desperately resisted the urge to puke.

Grace chuckled. "He'll be fine. Boys are dramatic. Besides, a little pain builds character. Right, Aiden?"

Aiden only groaned louder, clutching his crotch tighter.

"Boy, I'm sure glad I was born a girl," Emma couldn't help herself from saying.

"Amen," Grace replied, nodding. "Lucky us, huh?"