Chapter 4: Dawn of Degradation
The kitchen was cold, the linoleum unforgiving under Evan’s bare feet. He focused on the sizzle of eggs, the smell of burnt toast, trying to cook the memory of last night’s sounds out of his skull. The living room was a silent crater behind him, three shapes under a blanket on the couch. A muffled groan came from the pile, and Chloe emerged, her black hair a wild nest, her naked body pale in the grey morning light. She stumbled into the kitchen, wordlessly pulled Evan’s plate toward her, and stole a strip of bacon. “My throat is fucking wrecked,” she croaked, her voice sandpaper rough. Evan flinched, the image of Ben’s thrusts flooding back. “Yeah,” was all he could manage, pushing the plate closer. She chewed, studying him, her eyes still puffy. “You watched, didn’t you?” she asked quietly, no accusation, just a flat fact. Evan’s fork stilled. He gave a single, shaky nod, his ears burning. A faint, knowing smirk touched her chapped lips. “Kinda hot, in a fucked-up way,” she mumbled, her hand drifting absently over a bruise on her thigh. From the couch, Luna stirred, murmuring Ben’s name in her sleep. Chloe’s gaze hardened, the smirk dying. “He called me a worthless cunt while he came on my face,” she said, as casually as commenting on the weather. Evan’s breath hitched, his own pathetic arousal from the hallway haunting him anew. “Why’d you stay?” he whispered. Chloe shrugged, her small breasts shifting with the motion. “Because for a minute, I believed him.” She took another bite, her eyes empty, as Ben’s arm tightened around Luna’s waist in sleep.
She watched his Adam’s apple bob, a trapped, hungry thing, and her expression softened into something like pity. “C’mere,” she whispered, her hand sliding from the cool laminate to the worn fabric of his sweatpants, her fingers finding the hard line of his cock through the cloth.
He didn’t move, paralyzed as her fingers dipped beneath his waistband to wrap around his thin, aching shaft. A floorboard creaked in the living room, followed by Luna’s sleepy giggle and the heavy rustle of the blanket. “I’m starving,” Ben’s voice grumbled, thick with sleep, as their naked footsteps padded into the kitchen. Chloe’s grip tightened, her thumb smearing pre-cum over his head in slow, relentless circles while she watched them over Evan’s shoulder. “Scramble mine with cheese, babe,” Luna said, utterly oblivious as she opened the fridge, the cool light washing over her bare sagging tits.sta
Ben yawned, scratching his stomach, his thick morning erection already jutting out. Luna turned from the fridge, her green eyes dropping to it, and a slow smile spread across her wide mouth. “God, look at that,” she murmured, her fingers abandoning the cold butter to wrap around his girth, her fist moving with a practiced, idle rhythm. Chloe’s hand froze on Evan, her breath catching as she stared, transfixed by the sight of Luna’s pale fingers working Ben’s swollen cock in the stark morning light. “It looks fucking massive like this,” Chloe whispered, the awe in her voice a sharp blade twisting in Evan’s gut as Luna’s other hand reached out, her fingers finding Evan’s own neglected shaft and stroking it with detached, mechanical efficiency.
Luna’s wide mouth curled into a grin, her fingers still pumping Evan with a rhythm that felt clinical and cruel. “Let’s get a better look,” she said, her voice husky, releasing him to grasp Chloe’s shoulder and guide her down. The cold linoleum bit into Chloe’s knees as Luna knelt close behind her, their bodies framing Ben who stepped forward, his thick cock hovering now between their faces. “Turn around, Evan,” Luna commanded, not asking, and he pivoted mechanically, his own thin hardness bobbing pathetically as he faced the monstrous sight. The sheer girth of Ben was profound up close, a veined, ruddy pillar of flesh that seemed to pulse with a heat Evan could feel on his skin. “Jesus,” Evan breathed out, the admission ripped from him, a pure and unwilled recognition of a magnitude he could never possess. “Yeah, it’s a real fucking dick,” Chloe mumbled, her tongue already snaking out to trace a thick, blue vein along the shaft before dipping lower to lap roughly at his heavy, tightening balls. Luna didn’t hesitate, surging forward to take the broad head past her lips, her cheeks hollowing instantly with a wet, obscene suck that made Ben groan and fist a hand in her red hair. “Go on, Evan,” Chloe panted between licks, her words slurred as her mouth worked. “Put your hand on it. Feel what a real cock is.” Luna popped off with a gasp, saliva stringing from her lips to the glistening tip. “Do it,” she urged, her green eyes locking on his, a dare and a degradation in one. His hand trembled as he raised it, hovering for a heartbeat before his fingers finally closed around the base, the heat and impossible hardness of it a shocking, solid fact in his palm. He swallowed hard, his own pathetic length forgotten, completely enveloped by the raw, humbling reality of another man’s power.
Luna’s laugh was a sharp, bright sound in the quiet kitchen. “Your turn, Chloe,” she said, her voice low and commanding, as she nudged the other woman’s head forward onto Ben’s shaft until a wet, choked gag rattled in her throat.
Luna released Chloe’s hair and stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked directly at Evan and Chloe, her green eyes glittering with a feverish intensity. “Now you two watch,” she commanded, her voice dropping to a husky, instructional whisper. “Watch and learn how a real man uses a throat.” She turned back to Ben, guiding his thick, slick cock to her own lips with a deliberate slowness that made him groan. Then she took him deep, her head bobbing faster and harder until the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh filled the kitchen, her gagging breaths music to Ben’s ears as he gripped her skull and fucked upward into her willing mouth until his whole body shuddered and a raw, guttural shout was torn from him as he came.