Quite the Opposite!

Enzo and Juno are unmistakably in a bad mood, which I doubt is my fault, but they're definitely taking it out on me either way. Juno jerks her hips as Enzo thrusts, slamming both cocks into me, stretching my hole to accommodate both at once.

I close my eyes tightly, clenching my teeth and arching me spine helplessly between them. Juno growls loudly in pleasure underneath me, and Enzo mirrors the sound from behind and above. My ears fill with the sound of their shared feral lust.

“Put your hands on the headboard, fucking brainwashed faggot whore!” Enzo snarls at me, and I quickly snap my arms up and forward, grabbing the headboard past Juno's head and above it, to steady myself using the bed's sturdy metal frame.

“This is all you're good for!” Juno sneers up at me, “You volunteered for this! This is what you fucking deserve you dumb faggot slut!” My eyes flutter for a moment at the sheer volatility, the verbal violence alongside the physical hammering.

Their hips jerk like synced pistons, pummelling into me, grinding across my prostate. My cock is achingly hard, but the position has me angled so my cock isn't touching Juno's skin. Her fingers dig into my ass, every time she jerks her hips.

“You probably like it like this, don't you, useless little faggot slut!” Enzo sneers at me from behind, fingers in my hair and pulling hard enough to force my head to lift back. If there were three of them, the third could easily be skull-fucking me.

I breathe hard, but manage to keep my voice out of my breath. I know I'm not to make a sound, because they don't want to hear anything from me right now. All they want to hear is the sound of their bodies crashing against mine as they use me.

“That's better, nice and quiet, stupid little faggot bitch!” Juno snarls underneath me, “You don't deserve anything but this treatment, you worthless faggot!” My eyes flutter briefly before I clench them tightly shut again, enduring their cruelty.

For a few minutes, there's nothing but the sound of the wet slap of our hips as they fuck me relentlessly, as hard as their hips will permit. I am forced to take it in silence, my hole stretching and adapting to being ruined by two thick shafts.

“You may make sound now, faggot!” Enzo groans the words finally, “You like us using you hard like this, don't you, slut?” I moan softly in pleasure, from the stimulation of my prostate. I don't speak, because they didn't give me that permission.

“Speak, you stupid faggot slut!” Juno growls underneath me, as if having read my mind, “You like how we're treating you, right now, you fucking whore?” My eyes flutter and my jaw relaxes. I moan involuntarily, my body swaying cooperatively.

“I-I w-wish ...” My voice breaks at the beginning of each word purely from the unfamiliarity of trying to speak while two thick dicks are slamming up into my ass, “T-Too m-much!” Enzo's hand in my hair means I can't see either of their faces.

“What's too much, you worthless whore?” Enzo demands, slapping me hard with one hand. Juno's hand cracks down on my ass a heartbeat later, spanking me with the same harsh force. I gasp in pain and pleasure as they continue ramming in.

“T-Too c-cruel!” I answer, amid the hard smack of their hips against mine, and begging desperately, “P-Please! N-Nicer?!” The plea doesn't earn me another slap and spank, but their hips don't slow down. For a moment, they make no response.

“Too bad, dumb little slut!” Juno growls from underneath me, spanking me hard. Enzo's hand cracks across the other side of my face a heartbeat later. I whimper in pain, pleasure, and shame, as my little brother and little sister reject tenderness.

“This is all you're fucking good for, you stupid bitch!” Enzo snarls behind me as his hips slam into mine, and I can feel both of them bubbling toward release. Their meat is hot, slick with their own lubricant, now, but they aren't yet pulsing in me.

It takes them another hour and a half before I feel the first simultaneous pulse from both cocks, amid the constant barrage of verbal malice. When the twins start pulsing harder, their pace shifts, and they fall into silence, and they quit hitting me.

Harsh words and crisp slaps and spanks dissolve into the wet, hard smack of hips against hips, and grunts of approaching release. They're preparing to stuff me well, and no doubt make a mess in the process, and maybe then they'll feel better.

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