Chapter 5: The New Routine
The apartment now ran on Ben’s schedule, his thick cock dictating the rhythm of their days. Each evening, Evan would sit frozen on the couch, his notebook untouched, as Luna and Chloe knelt in synchronized worship, their competition a silent, desperate thing measured in gasps and swallowed protests. He watched Chloe’s earlier awe curdle into a grim, mechanical duty, her eyes glazing over as she performed, while Luna’s enthusiasm never wavered, her wide mouth a perpetually beckoning altar. Ben would grunt approval from the couch, one hand buried in Luna’s red hair, the other scrolling his phone, as Evan’s own thin, neglected shaft hardened traitorously in his sweatpants. The humiliation was a sour taste he’d learned to swallow, knowing his secret, shameful arousal was the final thread keeping him tied to this room.