It seems...only polite.

Grant, slightly ****, looks at Mel and Olivia. Mel is looking up at him, clearly terrified, shaking like a leaf. Her eyes are wide and pleading, all but literally asking him not to do it to her. Olivia, meanwhile, meets his gaze steadily, calm and collected. She doesn't look thrilled, but she seems determined to do what Grant asks. If I must, her eyes seem to say.

While a dark part of Grant is tempted to throw Mel to the wolf, he can't quite bring himself to do it. She's so clearly scared - and besides, he's already punished her for getting grabby. At this point more would be unjust. He meets Olivia's eyes again, an unspoken question. She gives him the tiniest, resigned nod.

He clears his throat. "Go on," he says to Olivia.

"Fuck yeah," Noah says with a grin, stroking his cock as Olivia crawls across the floor toward him. "This blonde piece is super hot, man...not like my sow over there. Appreciate you sharing." As Olivia kneels between his legs, he reaches forward, groping her breasts roughly. "Put your hands behind your back, fuckmeat. I wanna play with your tits while you suck." Olivia glances back at Grant, who just nods. Looking like she's stifling a sigh, she folds her arms behind her back, pushing her chest forward as she leans in and wraps her lips around Noah's cock. Noah groans as he sits back, letting her begin to slurp up and down while he idly gropes and fondles her full breasts, thumbs circling her hard nipples. "Now this...this is living."

"Guess so," Grant gasps.

"How it's meant to be," Noah groans. "Men negotiate, and their women serve." He grins at Grant. "You think this wasn't happening in lots of meetings between real men in ancient Rome? The Vikings? Oh, fuck, that's good," he mutters as Olivia swipes her tongue along the base of his shaft. "Women have been nothing but property until some fucking idiots ruined the whole thing...now they're back in their proper place." He laughs and pinches Olivia's nipples; she moans around his cock, but dutifully keeps sucking. "I love think about fucking...Napoleon, say. Accepting the surrender of his foes...with some little Austrian farm girl sucking his cock, knowing he'll fuck her later just to see what the women he's conquered are like. Do you think the locals picked the prettiest girl, hoping to please him? Or sent him an uggo so that he'd go away quickly?"

"I'm not sure that's...historically accurate," Grant groans. Cindy keeps gagging on his length, diving down to take his dick into her throat and trying to stay there as she spasms before pulling up and resuming her tongue work. It's driving him crazy, and he can feel his climax building. But he soldiers on. He can tell this is, on some level, a test - he needs to keep the conversation going. "So. You're not gonna cause any trouble for the rest of us living here?"

"Me? Nah...like I said, you seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders. I got no beef with you or anyone here as long as they leave me alone." He grins. "If you're an unclaimed cunt, though...particularly one as good-looking as this slut..." He laughs and gives Olivia's breast a little slap. "Watch out!"

"Your girl is...really good, too," Grant gasps. Is this what I should be doing? Complimenting his girl...? "Really...dedicated."

"What can I say?" Noah grins. "She lives to please me. And she knows if she doesn't, I'll flog her tits, haha. Course, coming from me, she likes that." Cindy moans in agreement, though when she looks up at Grant her eyes are watery. "Don't think the slut was very experienced, but I'll be sure to give her plenty of practice."

"She - she's good already," Grant says. He's leaning back in his chair, one hand almost against his will tangling itself in Cindy's blonde curls.

"Nah, she needs practice. And discipline. All women do...especially after the Source, I bet. Makes 'em needy. What kind of discipline routine you planning to put on yours? I'm thinking a basic nightly spanking...or worse, if she doesn't please me." Noah lets out a guttural groan as Olivia swallows him all the way to the balls, beginning to deepthroat him. "Fuck! I might go easy on this one if I had her, though."

"Yeah, she's good. I'm not...I've got no plans for...that," Grant grunts. He can't help himself - his hand in Cindy's hair is pushing her downward now, fucking her harder as she continues to suck obediently. He can feel his climax building. Mel, by his side, is watching with her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. Her pink nipples are pointed, and she looks torn between fear at the casual way Grant and Noah discuss "discipline" and arousal at the sight of Grant's cock ravaging Cindy's mouth.

Noah laughs in disbelief. "C'mon, man...gotta have something to keep 'em in line...a little humiliation, at least. You're telling me these bitches never get uppity with you?"

"Well...not never, but..."

"See, that's what I mean! Unacceptable. Bet it's that little brat, huh? This one clearly knows her place." Grant shrugs his confirmation, and Noah snorts. He grabs Olivia's head and she stills, letting him buck his hips to fuck her throat more vigorously. An obscene, wet gacking fills the air as Noah pumps his hips. "Oh, fuck...you gotta punish her then, man. Gotta teach 'em now what a woman's purpose is...lemme show you." He pulls Olivia off his cock, leaving her sputtering, tears rolling down her cheeks, as he rises, gripping his member with one hand. "You close? C'mon, join me...!"

Grant realizes what he intends and, though his mind knows it's a bit unfair, his dark urges revel in the idea. He pulls his cock free of Cindy's lips and stands, grabbing the fearful-looking Mel. "Come on, Mel...over here..." He's not sure what's possessing him, but he leads her firmly if gently by the hair to an open space. She kneels there, wide-eyed. "Hands behind your back..."

Mel complies, her apple-sized breasts quivering as she locks her hands behind her back. Noah groans, stroking his cock, and Grant realizes he's doing the same. It's a strange situation - he's never had sex with more than one person at a time before, let alone another three more, one of whom's another man. But the sight of Mel kneeling wide-eyed before him, lip quivering and thighs trembling with nerves, is darkly erotic enough to overcome any discomfort.

"So, sounds like you were bad, bitch," Noah grunts. "Are you sorry?"

"Y-Yes, sir," Mel whispers. She says it in response to Noah's question, but she's looking at Grant when she says it.

"You know your place, now?"

"Yes, sir."

"All right, then. What are you, little bitch?"

"I- " Mel stutters, uncertain. She looks helplessly to Grant, but he's breathing hard, stroking himself, a smile playing at his lips.

"You're just a cumrag," Noah says with a sneer. Mel blanches. "Say it, bitch."

"I - I'm a cumrag, sir," Mel whimpers, looking miserable.

"That's right, you are. Keep that mouth closed!" Mel shuts her lips, grimacing, as Noah steps up to her and groans, grabbing her head to hold her in place as he finishes himself with his hand. She flinches as the first shot of cum splatters across her cheeks and nose, making a little mewl of protest, but stays still, shaking slightly. Noah groans with pleasure as he pumps several waves of cum onto her face, coating her cheeks and chin with the stuff. "Fuck yeah! That's it. Now you," he grunts, stepping away.

Grant doesn't need to be told twice - the sight of Mel obediently letting Noah cum on her, despite her visible ****, is incredibly hot, and he feels as though he's about to burst. He steps up to Mel and, with a groan, unleashes his seed on the teenager's face. As he does, though, something happens - Mel, so tense before, lets out a gasp of pleasure, relaxing slightly. Though she keeps her mouth closed as ordered, she turns to him as his second jet hits her cheek, heaving chest slowing slightly as her face rises toward him like a flower toward the sun, accepting his cum on her not just with submission but with eagerness. As Grant groans and dribbles the last of his orgasm onto her chin, she lets out a breathless gasp of arousal. "Th-Thank you," she whispers, blinking her eyes open, eager to look at him. "Thank you for your cum..."

"You're...welcome," Grant gasps. Noah laughs and staggers back to his couch.

"And that's how it's done, my man," he says languidly. "No, don't clean it up," he adds as Mel reaches up to wipe her face off. "You show your man how much you appreciate being his cumrag by wearing it proudly. You do like it, don't you?" Mel hesitates just a fraction of a second before nodding, a blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. Olivia has dried her face and is kneeling at the far end of the table, while Cindy sits in some sort of ready position, mouth open and arms crossed behind her back.

"I should...probably get going," Grant says heavily, coming back to himself and feeling slightly ashamed. Did I really just...get a blowjob from this guy's girl? Trade Olivia to him? Cum on Mel's face with him...? God, this world is so fucked up. There's getting along with the neighbors and then...this... He clears his throat. "Yeah. Should move on."

"Sure thing, man," Noah says lazily. "Thanks for stopping by. If you need anything, well...you know where to find me." He smirks. "Let me know if you change your mind about trying to score some new pussy, too." Grant nods, and beckons Olivia and Mel to head out. They crawl toward the door as he fastens his pants and steps after them. "So, stupid cow," he hears Noah say to Cindy. "That slut got me all the way into her throat, first try! Guess you just need more incentive, huh? Go on and present your holes for the belt."

In Noah's front hall, Mel and Olivia get redressed, flinching slightly when they hear the intermittent smacks and cries coming from the next room. When they're dressed, Grant opens the door and leads them back into the hallway, shutting it firmly behind them.

"Well," Olivia says hoarsely. "Good to know he's on our side for now, at least."

Grant groans and buries his face in his hands. "I...I..." He takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I am so sorry. To both of you. That...I...I should never have asked you to..."

"What?" Olivia sounds genuinely taken aback. "Why not?"

"Uh...because it's...sick...?"

Olivia laughs out loud and puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Grant. Look at me." He peeks out of his hands to see her smiling at him - beaming actually. "I love that you're so concerned about us. But you have to remember that we belong to you - you can do whatever you want with us. Including share us with your friends! Or your...maybe-friends."

"But he was...he's so..." Grant fumbles for words.

"Oh, he's a total asshole," Olivia confirms. "Misogynistic twat. But, you know..." She shrugs. "You might need him. And we need you. So if me getting throatfucked will help you out..."

"He wasn't too...rough?" Grant asks with a wince. Olivia shrugs again.

"On the rougher side of guys I've dated, but Mel's dad has given me nearly as good." Mel blushes scarlet. "Besides, I can take it. Women are tough - for exactly this reason, I bet." She smirks. "I'm yours, Grant. And so is this little cumrag. We're happy to serve you."

"Are you?" Grant asks Mel, whose face is still plastered with sticky, white spunk.

"I..." She looks shamefacedly down at the floor. "I'm really happy to do whatever you want me to, Grant. I can just be a cumrag if that's what makes you happy."

"But you were happy in there?"

"I didn't...love it when Noah came on my face," the girl admits. "I've never done that before...but then when you started to cum on me, it was..." She sighs dreamily, actually smiling slightly. "Oh, it was really nice. I love your cum. It felt warm and soothing and...safe."

"Speaking of..." Olivia glances around. "We should probably clean her up. Right, Grant?"

"Yeah, probably," he mutters, blushing.

"Great. Let me..." Before Mel or Grant can say anything, Olivia leans forward, cupping the younger woman's face in her hands, and licks some of Grant's cum off her cheek. Mel shudders and coos, startled, as Olivia cleans her face. "Mmm...even just knowing that half of this is Grant's is..." Mel gasps out a stuttering breath as Olivia gives one long, slow lick up her neck to slurp up some strays. "Here, baby. You should have some, too. Best to start getting used to the taste..." She scoops the last dollop off Mel's cheek and sticks her fingers into the girl's willing mouth. Mel moans slightly, cheeks pink, as she sucks on them.

Grant can feel himself twitching at the sight of these two women devouring his seed as though hungry for it, but he knows they have to move on. "Let's...let's go," he says, clearing his throat. Olivia smiles at him and nods, turning to follow as he hurries off down the corridor toward the stairwell. Mel, face shiny and cheeks pink, trails behind them.