On My Face

For two hours, and a few minutes, the twins pass my mouth between them, using me as nothing but a living flesh-light. As I kneel and take it, their cocks continue to heat up, leaking arousal and finally pulsing. The twins pull back slowly, as one.

“Look up at us, now, faggot,” Miss orders, and I do. Stroking their cocks in front of my face, I turn my face up as each one strokes hard and fast, until two jets of cum shoot from their cocks and hit me in the eyes. I remain perfectly frozen, still.

Stream after stream of thick jism pump onto my face, drowning my eyes and drenching me. Between the two of them, it's even more than Amy unloaded, and soon my face is invisible under the gleaming white mask of the twins' shared release.

“Such a fucking faggot,” Sir sighs, once the pulsing jets of cum stop hitting me in the face. I remain motionless as I feel the twins wiping their crowns off in my ears, then using my hair to dry themselves off. Then they move in front of me again.

“Nothing but a faggot, for the next week, at least,” Miss purrs happily, “Clean your face, fag.” My hands immediately raise to my face, rubbing in their cum. They watch me until my face is clean, and clear, and I can look up and make eye contact.

“Nothing but a faggot for the rest of its life, far as I'm concerned,” Sir says, “I'll always remember this week, at minimum.” Miss nods in confirmation, looking down at me as Sir motions toward me suggestively, their cocks still hanging before me.

“I get to wake him up?” Miss asks.

“If you want,” Sir replies, “I can do it next time, if Amy puts him under like this for us again.”

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Author's Note:
The story continues from here in Chapter 9: Yes.
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