Shadows of the Past

Hermes stood in the middle of his new house, surrounded by people he barely liked, sipping cheap wine and pretending to care about their small talk. The place still smelled like paint, mixed with the greasy stink of overpriced finger food Chloe had insisted on. At thirty-four, Hermes had managed to scrape together a boring job in tech sales, a mortgage he could barely afford, and Chloe, his fiancée, who floated around the room in a tight dress, her tits and ass on display for everyone. He pushed his glasses up, trying to look confident, but his stomach was a mess. This party was supposed to prove he wasn't the loser from high school anymore. But inviting Zeus? That was just asking for trouble, and he knew it.

Zeus arrived fashionably late, his broad frame filling the doorway as he stepped in, shaking off the evening chill. Tall and muscular, with blond hair cropped short and piercing blue eyes that scanned the room like a predator assessing territory, he looked every bit the successful entrepreneur he'd become. "Hermes, man, this place is killer," Zeus boomed, clapping Hermes on the back with a force that nearly spilled his drink. The contact sent a jolt through Hermes—memories flashing of locker room shoves, taunts about his slender build and "pathetic little excuses" for not fighting back. But Zeus had apologized years ago, via a Facebook message after they'd reconnected online. He'd claimed therapy, growth, a new leaf. Hermes had bought it, or at least wanted to. Closure, right? That's what this invitation was about—showing Zeus that the bullied kid had made it.

Chloe strutted over, her tits practically spilling out of the green dress she’d picked just to show off. She smiled at Zeus, shaking his hand, her fingers lingering way too long. "You must be Zeus. Hermes has told me stories," she said, her voice dripping with flirt. Hermes watched Zeus’s eyes drop straight to her chest, not even pretending to be subtle. Chloe laughed at something Zeus said, her perfume thick in the air, and Hermes felt his cock twitch with jealousy and something worse. Why did she look so comfortable letting Zeus touch her? Hermes tried to ignore the way her cheeks flushed under Zeus’s stare, but it was impossible.

The party dragged on, people finally leaving, the house littered with dirty plates and empty bottles. Hermes got stuck listening to some coworkers talk about work crap, but his mind was upstairs, where Chloe had left boxes all over the bedroom. She’d nagged him to unpack, but he hadn’t bothered. "Hey, Zeus," Chloe called from the stairs, her voice loud and flirty. "You look strong—want to help me move some boxes? Hermes is busy playing host." She winked at Hermes, but there was something in her eyes that made his stomach drop.

Zeus grinned, that cocky smile that always meant trouble. "Sure, gorgeous. Lead the way." Hermes tried to act cool, but his heart was pounding. It was just boxes, right? But as Chloe and Zeus disappeared upstairs, Hermes couldn’t help himself. He ditched his coworkers and crept up the stairs, the house suddenly feeling hot and stuffy. He stopped outside the bedroom, listening. Chloe was laughing, her voice high and breathy, and Zeus’s deep voice rumbled back.

Peering through the cracked door, Hermes hid in the shadows, his breath shallow. The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, boxes scattered across the floor amid rumpled bedsheets they'd hastily thrown on that morning. Chloe bent over a box, her dress riding up slightly to reveal the curve of her thighs, and Zeus stood close—too close—his hands guiding a heavy stack of books. "Careful there," he said, his voice dropping an octave, laced with that commanding tone Hermes remembered all too well. "You don't want to strain yourself. Let me handle the heavy stuff." Chloe straightened, her face inches from his, and Hermes saw her bite her lip, a telltale sign of her arousal that he'd come to know intimately. The air in the room seemed charged, scented with her perfume and something muskier, primal.

Hermes wanted to barge in, but he couldn’t move. He just watched as Zeus’s hand slid up Chloe’s arm, not even pretending to be innocent. "Nice place," Zeus said, staring right at her. "Hermes is lucky. But does he even know what to do with you?" His fingers traced her skin, and Chloe shivered, her tits heaving under the dress. Hermes’s cock stiffened, shame burning his face. He hated himself for getting hard.

Things got dirty fast. Zeus moved in, towering over Chloe, his hand grabbing her waist. "Remember what Hermes told you? How I used to call him weak? Pathetic?" Zeus whispered, his mouth right by her ear. "You need a real man." Chloe moaned, her body pressing into him, and Zeus kissed her neck, making her shiver. Hermes clung to the doorframe, his cock throbbing, watching his fiancée melt for the guy who used to bully him. Chloe grabbed at Zeus’s shirt, moaning louder as he kissed down her chest. "Oh god," she gasped, desperate and needy, grinding against him.

Zeus kissed her hard, grabbing her ass and squeezing until Chloe whimpered. Hermes stared as Zeus yanked up her dress, his hand sliding between her legs. Her panties were soaked, obvious even from where Hermes hid, and Chloe ground her pussy against Zeus’s fingers, begging for more. "More," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "Show me what Hermes can’t." Zeus laughed, shoving his fingers into her, the wet sounds loud and filthy. Chloe’s legs shook, her eyes rolling back, her nipples poking through the dress as she got closer to cumming.

Hermes’s hand went to his crotch, rubbing his hard-on through his pants, face burning with shame. He knew he should stop, but watching Chloe give in to Zeus, watching Zeus take what he wanted, made Hermes even harder. Zeus shoved Chloe against the wall, yanking her dress up and sucking her nipple until she screamed. "You’re dripping for me," Zeus growled, his fingers pumping in and out of her, the wet slap echoing. Chloe bucked her hips, gasping, "Yes, harder!" She came hard, soaking Zeus’s hand, her cries muffled as she bit his shoulder.

A voice called from downstairs, and Zeus and Chloe froze. Hermes scrambled away, heart racing, trying to look normal as he rejoined the last guests. Chloe came down a few minutes later, her face flushed, her lips swollen, and kissed Hermes on the cheek. He could taste Zeus on her. The party ended, but Hermes’s cock was still hard, his mind stuck on the sounds of Chloe getting off for another man. He knew the night wasn’t over.

The house went quiet, but upstairs, Chloe whispered to Zeus, "We can’t stop now." Hermes crept back up, hearing every word, his world spinning as he realized what was coming next.