I began seeing this girl twelve or thirteen years younger than myself recently. She had twin brothers who still lived at home and the way they looked at myself and each other it was clear they were fags with a capitol F.
However, what sealed the deal was I accidentally walked into their room one evening when visiting and found two sets of chastity keys left on a set of drawers. If you see chastity keys, they are a certain obvious shape. I didn't think anything of it but to put them into my pocket. I smirked in the mirror to myself.
A few weeks later I had to break up with the girl for being too needy. I suppose I should have returned the keys, but I left it. After all, I hadn't been approached by ether of them about the missing keys, perhaps they were too scared, perhaps they didn't know it was myself. A month later there was a knock at my door. Both faggots stood there in my apartments hallway. I went to close the door but one of them blocked it with their foot.
"If this is about your sister then you can bugger off!" I purposely sounded angry. I purposely used that phrase. All three of us knew the true reason why they had turned up at my place. They were now in heat after over six weeks of being depraved an orgasm. I can only imagine them fucking each other with dildos or pegging each other, like a dommatrix fucking their male bitches.
"We think you have something of ours," one spoke up, sounding desperate. I opened the door. The first time I have ever let a couple of fags in my home. I never use fag boys at home, but mostly chance meetings or in hotel rooms. These two fags were kind of special and had more potential than their older sibling.
They both walked into my rather large hallway. I didn't allow them to go any further.
"Desperate, are we?" I chuckled at their situation. There was no need to deny it. No need not to come out with it in the most blatant way I knew. "Let's see them!" I smirked at them both, as they looked at the other for guidance. "Come on Faggots. I have not got all day," I raised my voice slightly with a little bit of laughter in my voice, as though I was ridiculing them both, "Come on drop those slacks!"
They both dropped their sweat pants in unison. "No fucking underwear too," this time I did laugh, "What fucking fag boys!" my voice was humiliating for them now. Both of their heads dropped as their faces turned crimson. "Strip, both of you and then wait here on your fucking knees!" I walked away into my open plan living room, "Keep your fucking heads down too," I fetched my phone. Not really to use the pictures anything more but to add to the humiliation. I knew also it would keep them on a tight leash. Something I thought they would like, something I thought they needed.
Something did occur to me was that I couldn't tell them apart. I brought back a wipe board pen I use for work. They wouldn't know it isn't permanent ink. It added to the fun.
When I returned, I noticed for fags they had nice bodies, both shaved and both with six packs. They also had little tiny rings through their tits. I had decided weeks ago that when they had plucked up the balls to come and see me then I would use them. My last cleaner had left to go to Florida with their boyfriend months ago and was a crap lay anyway. This was free service. This was going to be fun fucking with their heads.
I walked up to the first one. I think his name was Steven or Simon or something with an S. It didn't matter anyway. I wrote on his forehead 'Fag 1'. I then told him to thank me.
