Late the next evening, after most of his political staffers had gone home for the day, Wreck and Ruin stormed the heavily guarded office of Mayor Samuel Hardgraves. And in a matter of seconds the two brothers found themselves surrounded by the politician's sizable security force.

"We don't keep any valuables here," said Harlan Rogers, the Mayor's chief aide.

He stared quizzically at the two brothers,

"What do you hope to steal? The chocolate cake that the fellas bought me to celebrate my birthday?"

Wreck frowned,

"No way! In the first place, Ruin and I are ASSASINS, not thieves. And in the second place, I'm allergic to chocolate."

Ruin lifted his mace. Then he gazed at the security guards surrounding him and Wreck squarely in the eyes,

"You fellas really should surrender …my brother and I are old soldiers."

"Oh, then I suppose you fought in 'Nam, huh?" said one guard, rushing towards Ruin with his pistol drawn.

Ruin stepped forward, inside his opponent's reach, and hammered him with a mace-strike that snapped the guard's neck,

"I'm not THAT old, you arrogant little prick!"

In the meantime Wreck was taking out the short, chiseled man who seemed to be the leader of the group.

After delivering a lightning-quick upper-cut, the blond assassin boldly stripped his dazed adversary naked and had him lying on his back with his legs spread. Never was there a more inviting target.

Wreck raised his left leg high in the air, swung it over the security leader's body and drove his knee into the chiseled man's unsuspecting and exposed balls. The leader shrieked in agony as the shocking pain in his balls traveled from his nervous system to his brain.

His legs clamped tightly against Wreck's knee, but the blond assassin didn't withdraw it. Instead he raised himself up with his arms and increased the tension on the leader's balls grinding and gouging his knee viciously into his adversary's nut-sack and cock.

Wreck, upon realizing that his enemy was becoming inexplicably aroused, grabbed both of the chiseled man's wrists and snaked his knees between his adversary's legs spreading them wide apart. Then he raised his hips up and slammed them down against the leader's groin, driving his still hard pile-driving cock directly into his balls.

Wreck used his enemy's own stiff dick as if it were a battering ram and continued to pound it into the security leader's balls. The chiseled man twisted and turned as Wreck continuously attacked his manhood with his knee, driving the stiff cock backwards into his adversary's balls while he did pushups over his prostrate body.

Just as Wreck drove his knee into the chiseled man's balls for the twentieth time, his adversary broke free from his grasp. The chiseled man's hands then shot for his balls in an attempt to protect them from the blond assassin's attack, but it was no use. Wreck simply drove his knee into the chiseled man's hands and crushed his balls even harder.

Then the security leader grabbed for Wreck's balls, desperately hoping that a counterassault would work in his favor. But just as his hands reached the blond assassin's nut-sack, Wreck hammered his spiked boots into his balls, a solid upper cut right between the security leader's family jewels.

Again the chiseled man dropped his hands to cover his groin and cup his now bloodied balls. Wreck quickly rolled him over and after freeing his own throbbing cock reached around his waist, grasping and groping until he found his adversaries bloodied, sticky nut-sack and snared them with his ball-claw hands.  But unexpectedly his enemy began to moan the words “More!  PLEASE!”

That green light was all that Wreck needed.  And despite the fact that his chiseled foe clearly wanted more, he was helpless to protect himself while Wreck brutally kneaded his balls and prepared to ram his stiff cock up his ass and violate his hole.

The blond assassin sledge hammered his cock into the chiseled man's anus without the benefit of any lubrication.

His enemy's ass was tight, but Wreck brutally forced his cock into his taut hole. Wreck ground the head of his cock against his adversary's sphincter muscle until it finally surrendered and allowed the blond assassin's ample cock entrance. Wreck pumped his cock in and out of the chiseled man's hole, plunging it in deeper with each thrust until the sticky pre-cum-coated hair of his bush was pressed tightly against his ass cheeks.

Wreck continued to ream his enemy's asshole with his dick then mangled his balls with both of his spike-gloved hands. The blond assassin pounded the head of his cock against the security leader's prostrate until he unloaded with a flood of cum a flood that saturated the interior of the chiseled man's innards.

While murder had his fun with the security leader, Ruin systematically took out the other members of the security force.  One fellow he rendered unconscious caught the assassin’s fancy. 

He had a pug nose and a ruggedly handsome face covered in mink brown wavy hair. His skin was almost pale and his chest had a smooth, boyish quality Ruin immediately took notice of.  This prompted the slender assassin to pull off the security sentry’s boots and white socks.  Ruin carefully scrutinized the unconscious guard’s feet. He had never thought about feet in the way his blond brother had, but he was slowly recognizing the beauty of these pedal extremities. They were hairless with high arches and perfectly-shaped toes—toes with equally perfect, clear toenails.  

The slender assassin almost lovingly placed the unconscious guard’s feet in his lap. Then he began to massage and knead the out cold man’s size 13 feet. He caressed the soles and lovingly felt each toe. Ruin was in a mesmerized state of bliss at what he was doing. He looked over at the sentry to make sure the man was still senseless.   The guard’s eyes were closed, but was that a look of euphoria on his ruggedly handsome face?  And as he rubbed the sentry’s feet Ruin saw a bulge at the crotch of the guard’s pants that certainly hadn’t been there before. The bulge moved up and down slowly at first and then quicker as the slender assassin’s hands delved between his toes and along the arches.

"Wow … why do guards and stuff always have the best looking feet." The slender assassin said to the guard.  The guard, being unconscious (allegedly) couldn’t answer.  

Meanwhile Wreck's cock was still steel-hard when he pulled it out of his enemy's hole. He let go of the chiseled man's balls and stood up between his legs. He followed this up by savagely driving his spiked boots directly into the leader's battered testicles. The blond assassin then punted the chiseled man's head with his boot spikes until his enemy was unconscious or dead Wreck didn't care which.

Half of Hardgraves's security force was now dead or dying, and the rest were beginning to realize that something had gone terribly wrong.

Ruin smiled at them,

"Hey, don't worry fellas I kill pretty quick. Chances are it'll only hurt a second before you're dead."

And a few moments later it was all over.

The bloody scene the brothers had left at the door of the mayor's office was pretty bad. A half-dozen corpses, including Harlan Rogers, were strewn grotesquely around the entrance area. The bodies had been either lacerated beyond all recognition by Wreck's spikes, or they had been pounded to jelly by Ruin's mace.

Because blood was still pouring from the fresh wounds of their victim's carcasses, the smell of copper hung heavily in the air. Harlan Rogers had been bludgeoned so badly that the side of his head was smashed in like a crushed melon.

To be continued….