Chapter 6: Throat-Trained
The stale, thick scent of sex still hung heavy in Chris's room, a cloying mix of sweat, musk, and his cheap cologne. Elia lay sandwiched between Bambi’s warm, sticky body and Chris’s radiating heat, the sheets tangled damply around their legs. The silence wasn’t peaceful; it hummed with spent adrenaline and unspoken confusion. Elia’s body ached deliciously, a deep, satisfying throb between their legs echoing Chris’s brutal claiming. Bambi’s fingers traced idle, possessive patterns on their stomach, her head a heavy weight on their shoulder. Chris merely breathed, a deep, steady rhythm, one arm thrown back behind his head, staring at the ceiling mirror reflecting their tangled forms. The fragile peace shattered with the harsh buzz of Chris’s phone vibrating on the floor. He grunted, rolled heavily off the bed, the mattress groaning in protest, and scooped it up.
"Shift starts in thirty," he muttered, his voice rough. He stretched, thick muscles rippling, his softening cock swinging heavily. "Gotta wash this stink off." He padded naked towards the door, the fading moonlight catching the bite marks Elia had left on his shoulders.
Elia felt Bambi tense beside them. "Shower?" Bambi whispered, her voice small but carrying a current of something electric.
"Yeah. Don't wait up," Chris called back, the bedroom door clicking shut behind him.
Bambi sat up abruptly, her multicolored hair a wild halo. "El," she breathed, her eyes wide, pupils still dilated in the gloom. "I… that was…" She trailed off, fingers tightening on Elia’s arm. Her gaze flickered towards the ensuite bathroom door Chris had just entered. From within, the sound of the shower blast hitting tiles echoed down the short hallway connecting their rooms.
Elia’s own pulse, which had finally begun to slow, kicked back into a frantic rhythm. The memory of Chris’s cock stretching them impossibly wide, Bambi’s taste mingling with their own on his mouth, the raw possessiveness – it flooded back, hot and urgent. They met Bambi’s gaze. No words were needed. The shared, illicit thrill was a palpable force. Bambi scrambled off the bed, pulling Elia up with surprising strength. "Come on," she hissed, eyes gleaming.
They moved silently, ghosts in the dim apartment. The hallway floor was cold underfoot. The bathroom door was ajar, steam already billowing out in thick, warm clouds that carried the sharp tang of Chris’s soap. Bambi pushed it open wider, the humid air hitting them like a wall.
Chris was a broad silhouette behind the fogged glass shower door, water sluicing down his powerful back, rivulets tracing the muscles of his shoulders and ass. The rhythmic drumming of the water on tile filled the small space. Bambi pressed herself flush against the damp, steamed-up glass, her small breasts flattening against it. Her hand immediately slid between her legs, fingers finding her clit with practiced urgency, rubbing in tight, desperate circles. She moaned softly, her breath fogging the glass further.
Elia stood frozen for a heartbeat, the steam beading on their skin. The sight of Chris, raw and powerful under the water, combined with Bambi’s open, voyeuristic masturbation, ignited a furnace in their belly. All the questions, the confusion about their identity, their relationship, dissolved into pure, primal need. They wanted that intensity again. They wanted that power focused on them. They stepped forward, not towards the glass, but directly to the shower door. Their fingers fumbled with the handle, slick with condensation, and pulled it open.
Steam gusted out, thick and hot. Chris turned, water plastering his dark hair to his forehead. His eyes, sharp and assessing, took in Elia’s naked form standing in the steam-filled doorway, then flicked to Bambi pressed lewdly against the glass, fingers working furiously at her pussy. A slow, predatory grin spread across Chris’s face, his cock already stirring, thickening rapidly under the cascade of water.
"Couldn't stay away, huh princess?" he rumbled, the sound vibrating through the steam. He didn't move towards them, just stood there, letting them look, letting them want. Water streamed over his thick pecs, down the defined ridges of his abdomen, over the heavy length of his cock, now swelling to its formidable girth, the head dark and prominent against the soap-slick skin.
Elia stepped into the spray. The hot water hit their skin, mingling with the sweat and drying come. They didn't hesitate. Sinking to their knees on the wet tiles, the water plastering their colorful hair flat, they looked up at Chris. The sheer size of him, water sluicing over his hard cock inches from their face, was overwhelming. The musky scent of him, mixed with soap and steam, filled their nostrils, intoxicating. They leaned forward, their tongue flicking out, tentative at first, tasting the clean water and the salt of his skin, licking a bead of water from the swollen head.
Chris groaned, a deep, approving sound that vibrated in his chest. "Yeah, that's it. Get it nice and wet for me, you pretty little slut." One large, wet hand fisted in Elia’s hair, not gently, pulling their head closer, forcing their mouth onto the thick shaft. "Open wide."
Elia’s jaw stretched painfully as Chris guided the broad, slick head past their lips. The taste of soap and pre-cum flooded their mouth. It was huge, stretching their lips taut, pressing down on their tongue. Chris tightened his grip on their hair, holding them still as he pushed forward, forcing more of his cock into their mouth. Elia gagged reflexively, tears springing to their eyes as the thick shaft filled their throat.
"Fuck, look at that," Chris growled, his hips giving a shallow thrust, sinking another inch into Elia’s constricting throat. "Taking it like a champ. Knew you had a hungry little throat on you." He pulled back slightly, letting Elia gasp for air, spit and water dripping down their chin, before shoving back in, deeper this time. "Suck it, Elia. Suck my fucking cock clean."
Behind the fogged glass, Bambi whimpered, her fingers a blur between her legs. "Oh god, Chris," she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. "Fuck their throat! Make them choke on it! Please!"
Chris chuckled darkly, the sound echoing off the tiles. He looked down at Elia, their eyes wide and watering, struggling to accommodate his girth. "Hear that, princess? Your girlfriend wants to watch me wreck your throat." His fist tightened in Elia’s hair, pulling them impossibly forward while his hips pistoned. He began fucking their mouth in earnest, deep, brutal strokes that buried his cock to the root with every thrust. The thick shaft plunged down Elia’s throat, the head bumping the back, forcing choked, wet gagging sounds from them with every inward drive. Water streamed down their face, mixing with tears and saliva.
"Swallow," Chris commanded harshly, grinding his hips forward, his balls slapping against Elia’s chin. "Swallow around it, you genderfluid slut. Milk my cock with that tight fucking throat."
Elia fought against the choking reflex, trying to obey, their throat muscles fluttering desperately around the invading thickness. The sensation was overwhelming – the stretch, the burn, the sheer dominance as Chris used their mouth without mercy, the slap of his wet skin against their face. Bambi’s frantic moans and the slick sounds of her fingers penetrating her own pussy were a constant, fevered soundtrack just beyond the glass.
"Yeah, Bambi," Chris grunted, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic, his balls drawing up tight against his body. "Watch your pretty girlfriend deepthroat my dick. Watch her choke on it. You like that? Like seeing her used like a fucking cocksleeve?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!" Bambi shrieked, her body pressing harder against the glass. "Use her! Fill her throat! Make her take it all!"
Chris’s control snapped. With a guttural roar that echoed in the confined space, he slammed his cock to the hilt in Elia’s throat and held it there. His body shuddered violently as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted directly down Elia’s constricted esophagus. Elia gagged violently, their body convulsing, eyes rolling back as the scalding fluid flooded their throat. Chris held them impaled, pumping jet after jet into them, his cock pulsing powerfully. "Swallow it! Take it all, you fucking freak! Swallow my fucking load!"
Elia choked, sputtered, but forced themselves to swallow convulsively, the salty, bitter taste overwhelming as Chris’s cum flooded their mouth and throat. Their jaw ached, their throat felt raw and bruised. He finally pulled his slick, softening cock out with a wet pop, dragging it across Elia’s swollen lips. Elia collapsed forward onto their hands on the wet tiles, coughing violently, strings of thick white cum and saliva dripping from their mouth onto the shower floor, instantly diluted by the pounding water.
Chris stepped back under the spray, rinsing himself off, breathing heavily. He looked down at Elia, trembling and gasping on the floor, then over to Bambi, whose face was pressed against the glass, eyes glazed, fingers still working furiously at her soaked cunt. A satisfied, almost cruel smirk touched his lips. He turned the water off. The sudden silence was broken only by the frantic dripping of the showerhead and Elia’s ragged, wet breathing.
He reached for a towel, rubbing it roughly over his head and torso. "Good girl," he said to Elia, his tone dismissive, almost bored, as he stepped over their huddled form. He didn't look at Bambi as he pushed past her out of the bathroom, the damp towel slung low on his hips, leaving the two of them alone in the steam-filled silence. The only sounds were the dripping tap and Bambi’s sharp, gasping breaths as she finally pushed herself over the edge against the glass, her body shuddering violently. Elia stayed on their hands and knees, water dripping from their hair, Chris’s cum still thick on their tongue, the raw ache in their throat a brutal reminder of the power he wielded so casually. The steam slowly began to clear, revealing Bambi’s flushed, dazed face pressed against the glass, her eyes locked on Elia’s broken form on the shower floor.