Miss Amy and I love putting slaves to the test, and today is no exception. On their knees before us, two nervous beginners stare up with wide eyes, knowing exactly what’s expected of them. Seems like they've never done this before, we make them start slowly, stroking our thick strapons with their trembling hands, getting used to the weight and size. Their faces already show the struggle...so pathetic, so unsure... yet they obey, desperate to please.
Miss Amy and I stand side by side, cocks strapped tight, ready to be worshiped properly. There’s no escape. We grab their heads, and shoving inch by inch inside their slutty mouths. They can barely fit us past their lips, gagging almost immediately, but we don’t let up. It’s a contest of who can serve better, who can prove themselves the better slut, and both of them are hopelessly out of their depth. Drool streams down their chins as they try to suck, lick, and take more for us, but every effort only makes their humiliation worse.
By the end, both slaves are wrecked. They’ve learned the hard way that beginners or not, they don’t get mercy with us. Miss Amy and I laugh together as we compare their sloppy performances, mocking them for their weak throats and useless mouths.
Two losers, two strapons, one big truth: no matter how much they gag and struggle, they exist only to choke on our cocks.

Me and Miss Amy laugh at this pathetic little cock , the thinnest, pencil- thin joke we’ve ever seen. It’s so tiny and ugly it makes us both laugh and feel disgusted.

Completely humiliated, you just stand there, listening to our harsh, humiliating words while we tear down what little pride you have left