Twococked
Performers
Two cocks tonight, faggot. One for your mouth, one for your ass, and neither of them is here for you. I'm counting you down from ten, and on every number one more thing gets taken. Ten -- the first cock is at your lips. Nine -- the second one is behind you, spreading you. Eight -- you stop choosing which hole gets used, because that was never yours to decide. By three you're not a man doing a countdown, you're a hole with a cock in each end and a fist on your dick. And between the numbers you talk. Out loud, in your own voice, in your own room, where you have to hear it: what you are, what your mouth is for, what your ass is for. You'll say it easily. That's what will keep you awake -- how easily it comes out, like it was already written and I only made you read it. You will not cum. You'll hit zero, and both of them will finish, and you'll get nothing -- because holes don't cum, faggot, holes get filled.