Twin Throatfuced

I opened my eyes and couldn't believe my fate. I found myself in a room in a hotel I was unaware of, at a place I had no idea of.

My mouth was taped shut. Both my hands and my feet were locked up with pink, fluffy handcuffs. So pretty, yet surprisingly so tight and unbreakable.

How did I get here? I wondered to myself.

Just this afternoon I stood in front of this "wishing well" with my bestie. It was an old well in the local park that people believed that granted wishes, but only if one's heart is desperate enough.

"Dear God, I wish to suck some cock!", I had prayed.

"I'm so tired of Grindr and Scruff and whatnot! Every guy I've met is a dumpster fire! I'm tired! I sucked dick in so long!"

The last thing I remember was throwing a coin in there. And hearing a faint voice...

A chill ran down my spine as I recalled the exact words:

"As you wish", the well had replied.

And here I was. In my early 20s, a male, yet somehow I've got a black sundress on? What's happening?

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open. And to my surprise, a giant man entered the room.

He was absolutely jacked. The last person I'd seen this jacked was probably Alan Ritchson from that Jack Reacher series.

He was easily over six feet, and I laid on the bed, my eyes wide in shock and fear, with my measly 5'5" body.

He wore noting except a white towel around his waist, hiding his privates.

To my surprise, everything about him was everything I'd dreamt of in a man even as a teenager:

Every ich of his giant body looked hard as a rock. His skin glistened in the dim hotel room lights. And his chest... I realized I immediately began craving his nipples in my mouth.

I couldn't stop staring at him. His thick fingers. His veiny arms. His massive, rock-hard thighs.

And of course, the elephant in the room: His mask. It appeared to be the mask of some devil from some comic book I had seen a long time ago. The mask itself wasn't interesting. But the fact that I have no idea who this man is, or what this man looks like, what his hair or nose or eyes are like.

In that moment, my cock twitched for a second. I quickly glanced down and noticed my cock poking out of my sundress. It was only then I realized I wasn't even wearing an underwear.

A million questions ran through my head.

Where Am I? How did I get here? Who is this man? Why am I not waring any underwear?

I looked back up to him and tried to say something.

"Mmmmph! Mmmph!", my mouth could utter nothing else.

The masked man walked closer to me and casually dropped his towel, and his massive cock sprung out.

And suddenly every thought of mine, every question I had just straight up ceased to exist.

He was massive, thick and veiny. His cock now shadowed me as he stood right in front of me. For some reason, I didn't care about my circumstances. It really had been a long time since I was fucked. I desperately needed this. My mouth watered and I kept staring at his cock. Perhaps he could make out my hunger.

I was admittedly quite horny, but still quite afraid.

He approached me... and gently picked me up to sit me upright. His grip on my shoulders firm, yet kind.

I wanted to look at him, and yet I couldn't break eye contact with his cock.

He put a paper in front of me. It read "SAFE WORD?"

That's when I realized how silent this man is. That there's absolutely no voice coming out of him.

He then slowly removed the tape from my mouth. That very second, my instincts told me to scream for help.

But my cock told me to play along.

"Umm....

My safe word is uhhh.... sunstone?"

It happened too sudden for me to react -

He immediately grabbed my hair, almost too roughly, and pressed my cheeks together, opening my mouth wide by his own will.

"What are you - HMMMLPGULPH!"

He shoved his massive cock into my mouth.

"MMPH! MMPH!"

I automatically tried to resist him. He was just.. too filling. My mouth was stretched wide, and cock found its way inside, and my gag reflex began acting almost immediately. It was when I tried to push him out when I realized just how helpless I was.

I tired to struggle my hands open from the cuffs but to no avail.

I tried to pull my legs apart but to no avail.

He tightened his grip around my hair and grabbed the back of my head to push his cock further deep.

I shivered in fear and helplessness. What if I couldn't take it?

He then slowly began stroking and gently thrusting in and out, his massive cock still keeping my lips stretched wide.

I tried to look up to the man that was fucking my mouth, in search of his eyes. And I could only find his devil mask.

He casually began speeding up his thrusting. Only moments ago he was being gentle, and now he was giving my throat a proper fucking.

I cold only let out an embarrassing noise.

"GLURPHGLURPHGLURPHGLURPH."

It hadn't even dawned upon me that I was taking so much more of his cock in my throat than I had even imagined.

Intuitively, my body wanted to resist what was happening to me. I found myself trying to break free from his grasp. My lips kept on trying to seal shut, my jaw begged to be brought back in its resting position.

But it was to no avail.

For a moment he paused, and pulled himself out. The moment he did, his cock slapped me on the face, my saliva on his cock smearing me all over. I gasped in the air, inhaling and exhaling as much as I could. He rested both his cock and balls upon my face and left it there, as if to give the both of us a break.

My thoughts slowly came back to me. And surprisingly enough, they were all about nothing but cock.

I sniffed him hard, and realized how much I loved his taste. How much I loved feeling full. My heart thumped so much, yet I finally felt happy.

'You have to let go...', I thought to myself.

'Let him use you...

Let him do whatever he pleases.

Serve his cock.

Your throat belongs to him now.

Please him.

Your happiness lies in the pleasure of his cock...'

I tried to look back at his mask and widened my mouth.

"Aaaahhh..." I slowly muttered. I wanted him to feed me with his cock. And I knew he understood his assignment.

However, he instead picked me up, gently yet so casually, as if I was made of paperweight and laid me down on the bed on my back. He then once again pushed his cock down my throat, quite roughly this time as compared to the last time.

He began properly fucking my throat, without caring for my gag reflex or whether or not I would throw up. I realized he must have tried seeing my capability the first time - just how much cock I could take.

I must have passed his test with flying colors. Because now I had all of him down my throat. His balls kept slapping my face as went on fucking me over and over.

"GLUGGLUGGLUGGLUGGLUG". I could say nothing else. I wanted to say nothing else either.

"You have to let go..."

My body stopped resisting. My nerves calmed down, and my arms and legs gave in.

No matter how hard I tried, the were never going to break free from the cuffs anyways.

There was no escape. I had wished for it, and I was quite desperate. And now my wish had come true. Is this really what I've been wanting?

He kept on fucking my face what felt like hours.

My cock went on twitching, begging to be touched and played with. But my mind was already overwhelmed. And besides, I had already decided that this moment was about serving him. But I couldn't help hoping to reaching down to my cock and giving it a stroke.

Out of nowhere, he stopped the thrusting, and instead pushed his cock into my throat as deeply as it could go and left it there.

My face was completely covered my his balls and his cock barely let me breathe.

As he locked my face with both his arms, he maintained that position and refrained from moving a single inch.

I helplessly chocked and cough as much as I could, with his cock still in my mouth. My gag reflex went on reacting. And yet his cock wouldn't budge from my throat.

As I kept coughing, he slapped me. And slapped me again, with his cock buried into my throat still.

It was in that moment when I had the answer: yes. This is really everything I have been wanting.

He finally pulled his cock out of my mouth.

And just when I thought I could finally breathe air again, he gave himself a little stoke and shot his thick cum right onto my face.

I instinctively closed my eyes and couldn't help but feel three to four splashes of his semen all over my face, covering my cheeks, my eyes and my forehead. I wanted to wipe my eyes so I could at least have vision again. But nothing made sense except the pungent smell of his fresh cum.

I licked my lips and grabbed a taste, and immediately wished he had come deep in my mouth instead.

Suddenly, he slapped his cock onto my lips again, as knocking a door, waiting for my mouth to open again so he can shove himself back inside. I happily did so, but I realized I was way out of my limit.

"Sunstone...", I thought to myself and then immediately panicked, wanting to say the word.

But even as I merely thought my safe word, I began feeling extremely drowsy.

_____

It felt like I was waking up from a deep sleep. As I widened my eyes, I realized I was in the local park, in front of the wishing well.

I was however still in my sundress. But I could move my arms and legs, free from handcuffs.

The smell of his cum was still somehow in the air. I touched my face and discovered his sticky cum still smeared onto me. I licked my fingers, still wanting more of his cock.

I quickly ran towards the wishing well.

Oh my god, I want more, I thought to myself.

Luckily I found a penny on the ground and immediately tossed it into the well and screamed at the top of my lungs.

"I WISH FOR THAT SAME GUY TO FUCK ME IN THE ASS!"