On My Face

“Hhoo, fuck, he's such a natural-born little faggot!” Miss moans in pleasure as the twins take over, stroking themselves as they each use one hand to hold my head in place. I flick my eyes between hers and her twin's, maintaining eye contact.

“He deserves to look like as much of a faggot as he is, I think!” Sir answers, stroking himself in fast, hard strokes, the slick slap of their hands in motion filling my ears. My lungs are flooded with their scent, my tongue soaked in their sweetness.

“I'm sure Mom and Dad will feed him!” Miss says confidently, before their cocks burst, a thick rope of cum pumping from each cock in unison. They carefully avoid my eyes, as they paint my face with their cream. I kneel, taking it all in silence.

Heavy streams soak every millimetre of my face like a mask, from my hairline down to my jawline, only sparing my eyes, with some effort. When the pulses abate, their chests rise and full with heaved breaths as Sir sighs. “Tongue out, faggot.”

My tongue juts out immediately, waiting as he squeezes the last drops to his crown. Sir wipes himself off on my tongue, as if it exists solely to clean his cock. Miss follows suit with a sigh of pleasure, and I swallow the last drops of milk from both.

“Fuck, this view will be burned into my brain forever, this faggot looks like nothing but a fucking cum-dumpster,” Sir says, and Miss groans an agreement. They tuck themselves away neatly, looking down at me, admiring the painting they made.

My hands lift to my face as programmed, rubbing it in, until my hands and face are dry, silky smooth and buttery soft, as I look up at them. The twins grin at me with satisfaction clearly written on their faces as the two of them exchange glances.

“Well, it's time we woke this faggot up,” Sir says, glancing at Miss, “You go ahead.”

“You're certain you don't mind letting me be the one to wake him?” she asks, and he shakes his head.

“If Amy puts him under again, I can wake him up then,” Sir replies, “and if not ... well, I'm sure I can find some excuse for kicking this faggot in the nuts at some point, if I feel like it.” Miss grins at him.

“Fair enough! Thanks!” she replies happily.

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Here the story converges with Juno waking me up in Chapter 9: Yes.