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If you do not with to read that, that is fine. \n\nYou can find more stuff like this on my [url=https://www.patreon.com/c/Ralanrwrites]Patreon[/url] and/or [url=https://subscribestar.adult/ralanr]Subscribestar[/url]. Tiered followers get discounts on commissions! \n\nEnjoy!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Elijah decided to really hammer home who is in charge of the twins, and who is just the beta bitch.

Commission for [iconname]Joelfelia[/iconname].

Content Warning:This story depicts the AFTERMATH of a castration, not the action itself. If you do not with to read that, that is fine.

You can find more stuff like this on my Patreon and/or Subscribestar. Tiered followers get discounts on commissions!

Enjoy!", "writing": " Only alphas get erections.\n \n Elijah used that turn of phrase even outside the fraternity. Joel didn’t care for it given they both weren’t allowed erections in the frat, but inside their own dorm his twin brother made it clear who got to stay uncaged. Joel’s protests fell on deaf ears. In fairness, he might as well have been mute. \n \n So when Elijah proposed, or rather, forced the newest idea, Joel was excited. Not for the right reasons, but freedom for his cock was a blessing he’d take any day. Now that he had, with weeks of resting with the sweet intimacy of an ice pack, the caracal wasn’t so sure it was worth it. \n \n “Stop being such a wuss, Softpaws,” Elijah said, fashioning a collar around his twin’s neck. “You know you love this, even if you can’t show it.”\n \n Joel turned away. Elijah grabbed his cheek, one claw out to let him know not to ignore him. “Say it, bro,” his twin brother said, grinning with sadistic glee. Somehow the operation amped up his malicious nature in bed. \n \n Worst of all, he was right. Joel’s smile was equal parts genuine and embarrassing. “Yeah, I love it…” he said, leaning in to feel the prick of his brother’s claws. Elijah answered with a kiss, his tongue slipping past lips to wrestle the other into submission. Joel tried pulling him into the bed. Elijah pulled away.\n \n “Cute,” he said, close enough for a whisper. “Save it for the camera, slut.”\n \n Since joining that fraternity their time spent filming dwindled. What used to be a shot every week became every other week, then once a month, and now they’d just finished a three month long break. The money wasn’t a prime motivator, not compared to attention and they could get that in spades at the fraternity. This new video was either a send off, or the mark of a new stage in their ‘careers’ as Elijah called it. Joel didn’t think that being a fuckhole for a bunch of drunk frats was a career, but he usually just went along with whatever his brother asked of him. \n \n They just had their bedroom for filming. Nothing but a kingsized bed, a tripod for their phone, and other miscellaneous materials. None of which were Joel’s, at least not anymore. Joel had always played the submissive to his brother’s dominance. Elijah wouldn’t call himself a top in most cases. At best he was a power bottom, one that happily gave up when the people on top took the reins. But with Joel, anyone could top. The caracal exposed his belly at the first chance he got. \n \n Clad in heavy cloaks the pair set up before the camera. The pink-haired caracals were a mirror match save for the leash latched to Joel’s collar compared to Elijah’s bare neck. \n \n The light flashed on, Joel smiled, and kept quiet for Elijah to take the lead.\n \n “Hey lovelies! Been awhile since we streamed huh? Yeah, shit happened and we’ve been busy with life. Lots of changes, all for the better. Especially for my brother here.”\n \n Joel fidgetted his wave. On screen he used to play up for his brother, but now it felt better to be the meek submissive one. The audience always saw him as the sub, the bitch of the duo, so the difference hardly mattered. \n \n “I guess you could say we got fixed.” Elijah grabbed his brother’s clawless hands, exposing the lack of sharp points to the camera. “Didn’t want my bro ripping furniture up. Oh, and I can't forget these.”\n \n He tore off their clocks to reveal their crotches. Where once a pair of orbs hung behind their flaccid cocks now carried a void and surgery scars. The sudden wisp from the clocks brushed through his legs, reminding him of the absence and shivering his spine. \n \n “Yeah, that’s right.” Elijah pulled his brother in close and slapped his legs open. “We got them removed. Not like we were using them for important stuff unless you count the cages. But, let’s be real, who needs a cage when you got no balls?”\n \n Joel didn’t mind the cages. They were like special jewelry in a way. But what Elijah wanted, Elijah made happen. \n \n “And you wanna know the best part? Cause, I didn’t know this when we got the snip. Turns out, the balls aren’t needed to get hard. That’s all in the dick. Watch.” \n \n The twins kissed. Elijah’s tongue taking the lead in their tango. Joel’s hands mirrored his brother’s groping, massaging his chest or hugging him tight as the caracal did him. They knew each other’s bodies as well as they knew each other. More masturbation than sex. All that differed was who took the lead. \n \n But there was something new to signify the gulf in their status. Because despite how hot his chest burned and how much his cock tingled with delight, it refused to get hard. Meanwhile Elijah’s dick grew hard. Harder than he’d ever seen it. Erectile dysfunction was a possible side effect of losing one's balls, but it seemed as though Elijah had enough blood for both him and his brother’s cock in one. It was still laughable to the jocks in the fraternity, having gained at best an inch in length and girth, but why it did remained a mystery to Joel. \n \n One he happily forgot when pushed to his knees. \n \n “At the frat only Alphas get erections.” Elijah slapped the hard rod across his brother’s chin. Precum smeared over the fur and his eyes. His brother held him by his hair to keep him from flinching. “Everyone else is stuck in a cage. But my brother here doesn’t need a cage. He’s such a beta that even when he’s horny he can’t get hard. That little cock of his is drooling all over the carpet and it’s as squishy as a worm.” \n \n By now Joel had stopped paying attention. Not that the humiliation was bad, far from it. Elijah’s taunts were the foreplay that got Joel going for the next step; suckingly his brother’s hard rod. \n \n Elijah’s taunts and jeers fell on deaf ears as Joel inched down the shaft. He’d taken bigger before, from much less patient people too, so he reached the base without issue. That practice let him savor the taste and feel of his brother’s cock, from the precum pooling down his throat to the salty taste of sweat along its flesh. For his part, Elijah did little more than guide his brother along, hand clasped to let the audience and Joel know who was in charge. \n \n A shame he had no balls to fondle. Joel held his hands behind his back, having nothing better to do than imagine invisible restraints holding him there. It was easier to be bound, easier to let bondage free him from excess thoughts so he could focus on the task at hand. \n \n His brother held him steady with both hands, claws extended to keep him in check. He began to piston into him, filling his throat without care for gag or cough. The hard hammering made him miss the balls slamming his chin. \n \n When Elijah came he pulled out, purposefully coating his brother’s face with cum. Compared to bigger guys, more mainly men, it was hardly enough to elicit more than a squirt. The removal of his sack hadn’t reduced the quantity by much. Nor did it make it any less euphorically humiliating to be given a moneyshot. \n \n “Look at that.” Elijah kicked his brother’s knees out for the camera. “Softpaws is still limp. Making a mess there though.” He forced Joel to the floor like a feral hound not yet potty trained, rubbing his brother’s nose in the puddle of precum on the floor. Joel didn’t need the command to lick it up, but he waited for it. The viewers wanted it. \n \n “See what I mean?” Elijah said, roughly tussling his brother’s hair. “Beta. Bet you all wanna see that cock of his flop though, right?” Not that Elijah could. The downside of losing his balls, and thus a lot of his hormones, was a drop in his arousal. The refractory period became much longer now, needing thirty or more minutes to get hard again. Luckily they had ways to deal with that via a collection of dildos. \n \n Two black silicon cocks were withdrawn from the closet and forcefully deepthroated by Joel. They were the same size and girth, just a little bigger than the biggest guys at the fraternity who weren’t stallions. That was more for show, as Elijah needed to lube the toys up before they could be used as intended. He picked the brand that looked most like cum, lathering the black toys with thick creamy white lube.\n \n Both brothers spread their cheeks over the standing toys. With bitten lips and held breaths, they sank down on burning legs. Neither had much trouble using them, but that didn’t stop skipped breaths and hushed cries as they sank down. Joel bounced on it before his brother could, taking the initiative to let everyone see his flailing cock and bulging stomach. He may have been a beta, but this was his element.\n \n Maybe that was why Elijah played hard with him. Whether from envy, or a sick sense of brotherly love, his twin brother pushed him deeper into depravity. Even now he reached over to push Joel harder against the fake phallus, sacrificing his own momentum to give his brother more. \n \n Then again, there was a sadism to it. Such as how he pushed Joel off right as he was about to reach the climax. His legs were too tired to kick out and his whines fell on deaf ears. Elijah, for his part, kept his toy lodged with a clench while finding a strap for Joel’s toy. \n In a matter of moments Elijah affixed a strap-on over himself, pulled Joel over him on the bed, and demanded his brother bounce on the cock. Joel did with gusto, finding his drive for pleasure beating out his aching body. \n \n The bed creaked under them. Every squeak mixed with a soft moan and a heavy wet plapping. Every bounce against Elijah’s strap pushed his brother deeper into the cock inside him. In a weird way, Joel was fucking his brother. He took it in stride, letting his limp cock flop wild to those watching the screen. \n \n He threw his head back, mouth wide but voice silent. Joel’s cock spewed drops of cum, breaking apart with every fling made by his movements. \n \n That should have been it. Elijah decided otherwise. His brother grabbed Joel’s waste, fingers locking in, and pistoned into him. Joel winced, whined, and begged, but the merciless pounding of his prostate continued without abandon. By the time he’d finished, Joel was a messy wreck of sweat and seed, and Elijah leaked cum from his soft cock underneath the toy. \n \n “Well, that’s all for now, lovelies,” Elijah said, sliding his cock out with a small popping noise at the end. “If you want to see us in person, you can stop by the Fraternity, if you know where to look.” He’d asked the frat if they could advertise them and was shot down. Something about not wanting too much attention. Elijah hated that, but he wasn’t an alpha so he had to agree. \n \n Once the camera was off Elijah tossed Joel a towel. They were liberal with them, both using one set to clean themselves before a shower. He popped two cans of water from the fridge, followed by a comment that they needed to shower. Normally they took turns, with the other starting the process of cleaning toys. \n \n This time Joel pushed for a shared shower. In the tight obsidian black stall, their two bodies mooshed together under the warm torrent. Sudsing their fur, tongues tangling with one another. Just because the camera was off didn’t mean their pleasure had to end. Joel was too much of a slut to let his brother stop using him, going as far to sink to his knees and suckle that limp cock to get him going. A clawed figure from his brother helped, but he could only take it so far. \n \n By the end, after drying off and donning bathrobes, the two collapsed. Elijah went to work editing. Joel watched, eager for what ideas his brother had next. \n \n \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "       Only alphas get erections.
      
       Elijah used that turn of phrase even outside the fraternity. Joel didn’t care for it given they both weren’t allowed erections in the frat, but inside their own dorm his twin brother made it clear who got to stay uncaged. Joel’s protests fell on deaf ears. In fairness, he might as well have been mute.
      
       So when Elijah proposed, or rather, forced the newest idea, Joel was excited. Not for the right reasons, but freedom for his cock was a blessing he’d take any day. Now that he had, with weeks of resting with the sweet intimacy of an ice pack, the caracal wasn’t so sure it was worth it.
      
       “Stop being such a wuss, Softpaws,” Elijah said, fashioning a collar around his twin’s neck. “You know you love this, even if you can’t show it.”
      
       Joel turned away. Elijah grabbed his cheek, one claw out to let him know not to ignore him. “Say it, bro,” his twin brother said, grinning with sadistic glee. Somehow the operation amped up his malicious nature in bed.
      
       Worst of all, he was right. Joel’s smile was equal parts genuine and embarrassing. “Yeah, I love it…” he said, leaning in to feel the prick of his brother’s claws. Elijah answered with a kiss, his tongue slipping past lips to wrestle the other into submission. Joel tried pulling him into the bed. Elijah pulled away.
      
       “Cute,” he said, close enough for a whisper. “Save it for the camera, slut.”
      
       Since joining that fraternity their time spent filming dwindled. What used to be a shot every week became every other week, then once a month, and now they’d just finished a three month long break. The money wasn’t a prime motivator, not compared to attention and they could get that in spades at the fraternity. This new video was either a send off, or the mark of a new stage in their ‘careers’ as Elijah called it. Joel didn’t think that being a fuckhole for a bunch of drunk frats was a career, but he usually just went along with whatever his brother asked of him.
      
       They just had their bedroom for filming. Nothing but a kingsized bed, a tripod for their phone, and other miscellaneous materials. None of which were Joel’s, at least not anymore. Joel had always played the submissive to his brother’s dominance. Elijah wouldn’t call himself a top in most cases. At best he was a power bottom, one that happily gave up when the people on top took the reins. But with Joel, anyone could top. The caracal exposed his belly at the first chance he got.
      
       Clad in heavy cloaks the pair set up before the camera. The pink-haired caracals were a mirror match save for the leash latched to Joel’s collar compared to Elijah’s bare neck.
      
       The light flashed on, Joel smiled, and kept quiet for Elijah to take the lead.
      
       “Hey lovelies! Been awhile since we streamed huh? Yeah, shit happened and we’ve been busy with life. Lots of changes, all for the better. Especially for my brother here.”
      
       Joel fidgetted his wave. On screen he used to play up for his brother, but now it felt better to be the meek submissive one. The audience always saw him as the sub, the bitch of the duo, so the difference hardly mattered.
      
       “I guess you could say we got fixed.” Elijah grabbed his brother’s clawless hands, exposing the lack of sharp points to the camera. “Didn’t want my bro ripping furniture up. Oh, and I can't forget these.”
      
       He tore off their clocks to reveal their crotches. Where once a pair of orbs hung behind their flaccid cocks now carried a void and surgery scars. The sudden wisp from the clocks brushed through his legs, reminding him of the absence and shivering his spine.
      
       “Yeah, that’s right.” Elijah pulled his brother in close and slapped his legs open. “We got them removed. Not like we were using them for important stuff unless you count the cages. But, let’s be real, who needs a cage when you got no balls?”
      
       Joel didn’t mind the cages. They were like special jewelry in a way. But what Elijah wanted, Elijah made happen.
      
       “And you wanna know the best part? Cause, I didn’t know this when we got the snip. Turns out, the balls aren’t needed to get hard. That’s all in the dick. Watch.”
      
       The twins kissed. Elijah’s tongue taking the lead in their tango. Joel’s hands mirrored his brother’s groping, massaging his chest or hugging him tight as the caracal did him. They knew each other’s bodies as well as they knew each other. More masturbation than sex. All that differed was who took the lead.
      
       But there was something new to signify the gulf in their status. Because despite how hot his chest burned and how much his cock tingled with delight, it refused to get hard. Meanwhile Elijah’s dick grew hard. Harder than he’d ever seen it. Erectile dysfunction was a possible side effect of losing one's balls, but it seemed as though Elijah had enough blood for both him and his brother’s cock in one. It was still laughable to the jocks in the fraternity, having gained at best an inch in length and girth, but why it did remained a mystery to Joel.
      
       One he happily forgot when pushed to his knees.
      
       “At the frat only Alphas get erections.” Elijah slapped the hard rod across his brother’s chin. Precum smeared over the fur and his eyes. His brother held him by his hair to keep him from flinching. “Everyone else is stuck in a cage. But my brother here doesn’t need a cage. He’s such a beta that even when he’s horny he can’t get hard. That little cock of his is drooling all over the carpet and it’s as squishy as a worm.”
      
       By now Joel had stopped paying attention. Not that the humiliation was bad, far from it. Elijah’s taunts were the foreplay that got Joel going for the next step; suckingly his brother’s hard rod.
      
       Elijah’s taunts and jeers fell on deaf ears as Joel inched down the shaft. He’d taken bigger before, from much less patient people too, so he reached the base without issue. That practice let him savor the taste and feel of his brother’s cock, from the precum pooling down his throat to the salty taste of sweat along its flesh. For his part, Elijah did little more than guide his brother along, hand clasped to let the audience and Joel know who was in charge.
      
       A shame he had no balls to fondle. Joel held his hands behind his back, having nothing better to do than imagine invisible restraints holding him there. It was easier to be bound, easier to let bondage free him from excess thoughts so he could focus on the task at hand.
      
       His brother held him steady with both hands, claws extended to keep him in check. He began to piston into him, filling his throat without care for gag or cough. The hard hammering made him miss the balls slamming his chin.
      
       When Elijah came he pulled out, purposefully coating his brother’s face with cum. Compared to bigger guys, more mainly men, it was hardly enough to elicit more than a squirt. The removal of his sack hadn’t reduced the quantity by much. Nor did it make it any less euphorically humiliating to be given a moneyshot.
      
       “Look at that.” Elijah kicked his brother’s knees out for the camera. “Softpaws is still limp. Making a mess there though.” He forced Joel to the floor like a feral hound not yet potty trained, rubbing his brother’s nose in the puddle of precum on the floor. Joel didn’t need the command to lick it up, but he waited for it. The viewers wanted it.
      
       “See what I mean?” Elijah said, roughly tussling his brother’s hair. “Beta. Bet you all wanna see that cock of his flop though, right?” Not that Elijah could. The downside of losing his balls, and thus a lot of his hormones, was a drop in his arousal. The refractory period became much longer now, needing thirty or more minutes to get hard again. Luckily they had ways to deal with that via a collection of dildos.
      
       Two black silicon cocks were withdrawn from the closet and forcefully deepthroated by Joel. They were the same size and girth, just a little bigger than the biggest guys at the fraternity who weren’t stallions. That was more for show, as Elijah needed to lube the toys up before they could be used as intended. He picked the brand that looked most like cum, lathering the black toys with thick creamy white lube.
      
       Both brothers spread their cheeks over the standing toys. With bitten lips and held breaths, they sank down on burning legs. Neither had much trouble using them, but that didn’t stop skipped breaths and hushed cries as they sank down. Joel bounced on it before his brother could, taking the initiative to let everyone see his flailing cock and bulging stomach. He may have been a beta, but this was his element.
      
       Maybe that was why Elijah played hard with him. Whether from envy, or a sick sense of brotherly love, his twin brother pushed him deeper into depravity. Even now he reached over to push Joel harder against the fake phallus, sacrificing his own momentum to give his brother more.
      
       Then again, there was a sadism to it. Such as how he pushed Joel off right as he was about to reach the climax. His legs were too tired to kick out and his whines fell on deaf ears. Elijah, for his part, kept his toy lodged with a clench while finding a strap for Joel’s toy.
       In a matter of moments Elijah affixed a strap-on over himself, pulled Joel over him on the bed, and demanded his brother bounce on the cock. Joel did with gusto, finding his drive for pleasure beating out his aching body.
      
       The bed creaked under them. Every squeak mixed with a soft moan and a heavy wet plapping. Every bounce against Elijah’s strap pushed his brother deeper into the cock inside him. In a weird way, Joel was fucking his brother. He took it in stride, letting his limp cock flop wild to those watching the screen.
      
       He threw his head back, mouth wide but voice silent. Joel’s cock spewed drops of cum, breaking apart with every fling made by his movements.
      
       That should have been it. Elijah decided otherwise. His brother grabbed Joel’s waste, fingers locking in, and pistoned into him. Joel winced, whined, and begged, but the merciless pounding of his prostate continued without abandon. By the time he’d finished, Joel was a messy wreck of sweat and seed, and Elijah leaked cum from his soft cock underneath the toy.
      
       “Well, that’s all for now, lovelies,” Elijah said, sliding his cock out with a small popping noise at the end. “If you want to see us in person, you can stop by the Fraternity, if you know where to look.” He’d asked the frat if they could advertise them and was shot down. Something about not wanting too much attention. Elijah hated that, but he wasn’t an alpha so he had to agree.
      
       Once the camera was off Elijah tossed Joel a towel. They were liberal with them, both using one set to clean themselves before a shower. He popped two cans of water from the fridge, followed by a comment that they needed to shower. Normally they took turns, with the other starting the process of cleaning toys.
      
       This time Joel pushed for a shared shower. In the tight obsidian black stall, their two bodies mooshed together under the warm torrent. Sudsing their fur, tongues tangling with one another. Just because the camera was off didn’t mean their pleasure had to end. Joel was too much of a slut to let his brother stop using him, going as far to sink to his knees and suckle that limp cock to get him going. A clawed figure from his brother helped, but he could only take it so far.
      
       By the end, after drying off and donning bathrobes, the two collapsed. Elijah went to work editing. Joel watched, eager for what ideas his brother had next.
      
      

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