Training it.

“I feel like you should at least try to train it, man. Do you feel like you owe it that, at least? I mean, it is your twin brother,” you hear Sam say as his nuts slap against your mouth. You can't believe your ears. They're both talking about you like you're not even a boy anymore, just a thing, a genderless object that exists to be used. At least Sam's trying to stop you being reprogrammed instead of just having your mind broken the old-fashioned way, though?

“You may be right. It may be a worthless excuse for a cocksucker right now, but it was the best brother ever for eighteen years. I guess I owe it that much to try and train it the old-fashioned way first,” Allie says. Sam makes a little grunt of affirmation before slapping your face hard with one hand, enough to make you yelp on his dick.

“Hey! Make noise like that, faggot. I shouldn't have to smack you to get you to do it. Give me that vibration, bitch,” Sam demands, unforgiving as he continues to just slam his hips against your face, “And tighten your fucking mouth, fag. No one wants a loose cunt on their dick.” You tighten your mouth as much as you can and you moan, sucking amateurishly on his prick as he slows his hips down to edge himself.

“Now, tell me what you are, fag,” he demands, pulling your head up off his prick. You gasp softly, but then whimper in pain as he smacks you again for making him wait for an answer.

“I am Allie's faggot bitch!” you answer, quick and obedient, and both of them nod to you.

“And what's the first and most important job of a fag, bitch?” your best friend demands.

“Sucking cock?” you ask, biting your lower lip until he smacks you, shoving his prick back in your mouth as it opens to gasp.

“That's right, faggot, and you better get good at it or your owner is going to simply reprogram you. Your choices are mind-broken faggot or mindless faggot. That's all you are now,” Sam says coldly, as he spits on your face and begins to fuck your mouth slowly, “You can either have your mind shattered or completely wiped.”

“You better learn to suck dick properly, and fast, if the latter doesn't sound like fun, fag,” Allie warns you, “You've got a cock. You should know what you think would at least feel good to you, you stupid fag.” You whimper, vibrating Sam's prick in your mouth as you suck his dick, before closing your eyes and starting to work your tongue against the underside.

You breathe when his cock's partway in your mouth, but not at either end of the thrust. Instead, you focus on moaning while it's going in and out, and swallowing when his nuts hit your chin. He groans in pleasure each time your throat muscles constrict, stroking their way down his prick as he's beginning to pull his dick out.

You roll your tongue around the plush, velvet crown of his prick each time he pulls back until it's all that's left in your mouth, grinding the tip of your tongue into the sensitive strip of flesh on the underside of the crown. You've noticed Allie has one, too, and her prick is still hard. You reach up to your twin sister, grabbing it in your hand and beginning to stroke.

You squeeze your way up her rod each time you swallow on Sam's meat, and Allie sighs softly. Your thumb works against the underside of her crown, caressing that sensitive strip of flesh, each time you're licking Sam's. You look up at them, desperately hoping to avoid having your mind just completely wiped. You don't really want to be reprogrammed, but you know it isn't up to you.

After an hour of working as hard as you can for both of them, you can feel them pulsing, one in your mouth and the other in your hand. Sam looks at Allie, and she looks at him, as they ignore you completely, and Allie asks, “Well, it's managing to make some progress, at least. Maybe I don't absolutely have to just simply wipe the drive and start from the foundations.”

Sam pulls his pulsing dick from your mouth as he looks down at you, “Tell me what you are, fag. Are you a person?”

“No, Sam, I'm not a person. Not anymore. Allie has declared me otherwise,” you answer, and he sneers in satisfaction, making you shiver.

“And so what are you, then, faggot?” he prompts.

“I am a worthless faggot bitch that deserves to be broken and used,” you reply, whimpering softly as you look up at your twin sister pleadingly, “Please train me, Allie. If I can't be your brother anymore, or a person, please ... please train me. Please don't just erase me!”

“Fine, fucking useless faggot, I'll give you a chance to avoid being reprogrammed,” Allie says, but you know what's coming first ... as both of them explode, two thick loads of cum pumping across your face at once. You know you have one chance. One shot. You probably have to be trained properly before your parents get back from their week-long vacation.

They're going to be so surprised. You can envision them being shocked, but you realise to your abject humiliation, you can't imagine them disapproving or scolding Allie for breaking you. As you feel them wiping their cocks off on dry parts of your face, you slump on your knees and take it.