On My Face

“All right, faggot, good boy,” Sir says, finally, “Pull back and close your eyes.” I obediently withdraw my mouth from Miss, leaving her cock behind and closing my eyes. I can hear the sound of their hands on their cocks, stroking themselves, now.

A moment later, two jets of cum hit me in the face, striping from my hairline to my jawline. The first stripes go right over my eyelids, as do several more. Between them, they unload more jism than Amy did, pumping it all across my entire face.

As I kneel in mindless obedience, the twins drench my face completely in their seed. I feel their heat as they move around, and wipe their crowns off in my ears. My face is so completely soaked in cum they can't find a clean spot to wipe off on it.

“Fuck, what a fucking mess this faggot is,” Sir says from above me, and slightly to the left.

“Who knew he'd look so damn good like this?” Miss asks, from just to my right from Sir.

“This is gonna be an amazing week for us,” Sir says, “Unlimited use of this fucking faggot!”

“All right, faggot, clean your face up,” Miss orders. My hands immediately rise and begin rubbing their cum into my skin, in keeping with Amy's reprogramming. It takes me a few minutes before I can open my eyes, seeing their cocks now soft.

“Good faggot,” Sir praises, and I lean forward, licking his cock appreciatively, “Okay, we should wake him up now. You can do it.”

“You're sure you don't mind?” Miss asks.

“I'm sure. If Amy ever puts him under like this, again,” Sir replies, “Then it'll be my turn. If she doesn't ... well, I'm sure I can find an excuse to kick him, anyway, if I feel like it.” Miss grins at him and nods.

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