Chapter 4: The Baptism of Obedience
BB’s fingers were vise-tight in Serenity’s silky hair, dragging her across the hot concrete. “He’s been waiting,” BB hissed, her voice a cocktail of malice and pleasure. The tiny bikini she wore sliced into her own expanded hips, a flimsy flag on conquered territory.
Jimmy waited in the deep end, the water lapping against the dense shelf of his chest. His eyes, dark and expectant, tracked their approach. Serenity whimpered, her own generous curves—so large on her small frame—jostling with every stumbling step.
At the pool’s edge, BB forced her down. Knees hit hard stone. “Look,” BB commanded, her other hand gesturing like a showman towards Jimmy. His cock, thick and rigid, broke the water’s surface, a predatory length in the twilight. Serenity’s expressive eyes widened, a shaky breath escaping her.
“Worship,” BB whispered, leaning so her lips brushed Serenity’s ear, “or drown.” She gave the hair in her fist a sharp, clarifying tug. A pained cry was swallowed by the pool’s filter hum.
Serenity’s gaze darted from Jimmy’s unyielding face to the demanding flesh before her. Her nurturing instincts twisted into raw, survival fear. She leaned forward, the water cool as it kissed her knees.
Her small hands trembled as they reached out, struggling to find purchase on the slick, monstrous girth. She placed a hesitant, closed-mouth kiss on the tip, a pathetic peck. Jimmy didn’t move. BB’s laugh was a short, brutal bark. “Pathetic. Like Dee.”
The insult sparked something—shame, or maybe a desperate, intuitive understanding. Serenity opened her mouth, forcing her lips wider, and took him in. The stretch was immediate, aching. She pushed further, a gag reflex rising as she tried to accommodate him.
A low, approving rumble came from Jimmy’s chest. The vibration traveled through her. BB’s grip in her hair loosened, not to comfort, but to better guide her rhythm. “See? She learns,” BB purred to Jimmy, her own body arching proudly.
Water sloshed as Jimmy’s hand came to rest on Serenity’s head, not forcing, just owning. Her world narrowed to salt and chlorine, to the impossible fullness and the two predators she served. Submission, she realized, was the only grace available. She gave herself over to it, the sounds she made becoming slurred and wet with practice.
She gave herself over to it, the sounds she made becoming slurred and wet with practice. From the shadowed patio, new figures emerged, drawn like moths to the undeniable gravity of him. They were four separate sighs of wanting, bare feet silent on the cool stone.
They slipped into the water without a word, their movements fluid and reverent. One pressed her mouth against the dense cord of his calf, her hands sliding up his thigh. Another ran her cheek along the small of his back, her breath hot on his skin.
A third girl, with freckles dusting her shoulders, simply wrapped her arms around his massive bicep and held on, her eyes closed in devotion. The fourth found the space between his shoulder blades, laying open-mouthed kisses along his spine as her fingers dug into the hard muscle. The water churned gently with their collective ministrations, a quiet symphony of sighs and laps.
“Fuck, Jimmy,” BB murmured, her voice thick with a surprise that edged into unease. She hadn’t called them. He just drew them in, a silent signal she couldn’t hear. Serenity, forgotten for a moment, pulled back with a gasp, water dripping from her chin as she witnessed the orbiting bodies.
Jimmy’s head tilted back, a low groan rumbling up from his chest, vibrating through the mouths and hands attached to him. This was different from Dee’s broken worship or BB’s competitive hunger. This was pure, unasked-for consecration. He spread his arms slightly along the pool’s edge, an unconscious benediction, claiming the space and every person in it.
BB watched, her grip on Serenity’s hair going slack. Her triumph curdled, just for a second, into the chilling understanding that she was just the first of many. The rules had changed again.
The rules had changed again. BB’s smile felt stiff, plastic. “Getting a fan club, Mountain?” she called out, her voice straining for its old playful confidence. It sounded hollow over the wet, devotional sounds.
Jimmy’s eyes found hers, and the connection was a physical jolt. He wasn’t just bigger. He was denser, the water itself seeming to bend away from the solid, continental mass of him. The whispering girls clinging to him were like barnacles on a hull.
Serenity remained on her knees, shivering, a forgotten primer for this new liturgy. BB waded in, the water cooling her hips. “Making me share already?” she tried, closer now.
He didn’t answer. He just was. The arc of his shoulders defied the torchlight, creating a canyon of shadow. When he shifted, a slow, tectonic movement, the water didn’t splash—it heaved, a obedient wave that lifted the freckled girl on his arm.
She giggled, a sound of pure, dizzy delight. The others sighed, their hands learning his new geography. BB reached him, her fingertips meeting the stone-warm reality of his chest. It was like touching a monument that had just grown another layer.
“Jesus,” she breathed, the casual flirtation dying in her throat. Her hand spanned nothing. He looked down at her, and in his gaze, she saw the deep, silent truth. This wasn’t about choice anymore, hers or Dee’s or anyone’s.
It was about gravity. And he was the center. The girls’ sighs harmonized into a single, hungry note. Jimmy seemed even wider and greater now.
Jimmy seemed even wider and greater now. The four new girls were just background static, their murmured worship a buzzing hive against his skin. He was looking only at BB, her confidence cracking like thin ice. “You wanted a statement,” he said, his voice a low avalanche that silenced the pool.
He hoisted himself up onto the concrete edge in one fluid, shocking motion, water sheeting off him. The girls scrambled back, making wet sounds of surprise. He stood there, towering, dripping, every muscle defined under the torchlight like a range of hills. “You got one.”
BB stared up, her head tilting back further than ever before. The scale of him was a slap. “Jimmy,” she started, but the word had no air behind it. He placed a hand on his own abdomen, the thick fingers spanning the perfect, dense ridges.
A wild, unfiltered grin split his face. “FUCK I LOVE BEING HUGE, COME LICK MY ABS.” The command wasn’t just for her. It was for all of them. Serenity moved first, a desperate, obedient scramble on her knees. The others followed, a convergence of mouths and seeking hands. BB watched, frozen, as they descended upon him like a feeding frenzy. Her own beautiful, hard-won curves suddenly felt like a second-place trophy.