Trevor was somewhat disorientated when he awoke, not recognizing his immediate surroundings. He was confused. He didn’t remember passing out at all.

Heat crept into his cheeks. He definitely remembered what had happened before he passed out, though.

Trevor squirmed a little. He’d happily taken a man’s cock up his ass. He could still feel it.

He was supposed to be straight. He’d never had the slightest desire to be with a guy. He was vaguely aware that college-aged guys went through an experimenting phase. He never went through it since he never went to college, and even if he had, he doubted he would have had any interest in that sort of thing whatsoever.

Trevor was so absorbed in his inner conflict he failed to notice there was someone on top of him. He realized with a start that the weight on his chest was Chimera. The sharp edges he’d vaguely registered as pressing into his skin were from the helmet that framed the criminal’s face.

The peaceful look on Chimera’s face as he slept was stark in contrast with the turmoil Trevor felt inside. He was even smiling as his head rose and fell with Trevor’s every breath.

Trevor watched Chimera for a good minute. He listened, truly listened to the rhythm of the younger man’s breathing. It didn’t seem like Chimera was faking it.

He reached across his chest with the hand that wasn’t pinned under the rest of Chimera’s body. He gingerly touched the helmet, which was surprisingly cool to the touch despite the fact that the part pressing against his chest didn’t feel so cold at all.

Trevor was tempted to work the helmet free of Chimera’s head—expose to himself who it was under that mask. It would have given him a leg up in any future negotiations.

Or so he justified to himself. He was aware that deep down, there was another reason for the temptation. There was a part of him that wanted to see the face of the first man he’d let make love to him.

Trevor’s heart skipped a beat as he snatched his fingers back. He couldn’t do it. He could tell his own mask was still on, even though Chimera could have removed it from him while he slept.

He looked over at the wall and sighed. He’d always been confident in his sexuality but everything that had happened in the past two days had him questioning everything he thought he knew.

There was a glistening smear on the wall with tiny bits of glass stuck to it. Trevor couldn’t help but wince, shame coloring his cheeks. He’d come for a cure to the way he was feeling, but he’d declined it for cock.

The weird thing was that he didn’t feel the slightest bit regretful. Sure, he knew it had been the wrong choice to make and felt shame about that. But he didn’t think he would have done anything different—which was a bit of a mind-fuck.

Then again, Chimera had been right about one thing: he’d served the community for so long and gotten very little in return. Maybe he did deserve to indulge himself for once. It went entirely against the principles he’d held all his life, but there was no denying that it had felt good in the moment.

Trevor realized the horniness was still there. It was at the edges, pushing its way back in now that he was awake. He supposed finally getting some relief was what earned him this clarity of thought that he hadn’t had for days. But he knew it wasn’t going to last forever.

The smear of wasted antidote drew Trevor’s thoughts back to the choice he’d made. The memory was vivid in his mind, even if what happened after was a bit more of a blur.

Loath as he was to admit it, there was only one thing that had attracted his attention at the time: Chimera’s cock. He remembered the size of it. The shape. The way it bobbed up and down as Chimera’s pulse pumped through it.

A soft groan spilled from Trevor’s lips. It was as if he was there again, knelt between Chimera’s legs, eyes transfixed.

Trevor’s cock stirred to life. This time, he didn’t bother to fight the arousal. He realized there was no point. Not even the ironclad discipline he’d trained for so many years could overcome the carnal base desires of his body.

He bit back a moan. He was getting hard. And it felt fucking good to feel the head of his cock dragging against the inside of his thigh as it swelled.

The truth was that Trevor was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind a repeat. It was weird, in a way. He felt as if he wasn’t in control of himself. Of his body. Of his mind.

He felt like an outsider, watching someone else pilot his own body. But he couldn’t deny one fact: that there was a part of him that wanted more. And even stranger still, he didn’t feel even the slightest shred of desire to fuck Chimera.

The thing was, since he’d never had any interest, Trevor had never considered what role he might have if he were ever to end up in a relationship with a man. It had simply never occurred to him as a possibility.

Instinct told him he should have been the one on top. He was usually the biggest, most masculine guy in a room, after all. But at the same time, he couldn’t stop thinking about Chimera’s cock. He remembered the taste of it. The weight of it on his tongue. How good it felt stretching out his throat.

Chimera had an amazing ass. And if it were on a woman, he might have respectfully lusted after it. But as it was, he admired it on Chimera, but felt no particular desire to play with it.

Trevor had to wonder if it was something Chimera had done to him. The human mind was just the result of highly complex electrochemical processes in the brain, after all, and Chimera had demonstrated an uncanny ability to fuck with those.

But at the same time, he couldn’t help but balk at the idea that someone could reach into his head and muck around, changing things without him noticing. He was pretty sure his thoughts were all still his own. He didn’t think any fundamental parts of his personality had been altered.

If anything, Trevor felt as if his horizons had simply been expanded. Broadened. Maybe it was irrational of him, but he decided he liked the explanation where he retained sovereignty over his own mind better. Because the alternative just seemed unpleasant.

He watched Chimera dozing peacefully on top of him. He took a deep breath, Chimera’s head rising with the expansion of his chest.

Part of being a martial artist was training the mind as much as the body. He was sure Chimera hadn’t changed him. Or at least, he was as good as sure. He just couldn’t accept the idea that someone could alter him so fundamentally without his notice.

It was comforting to know he was still himself but at the same time it left a simple, unavoidable, and difficult to accept conclusion: Chimera had been right about him.

Trevor shivered, suddenly hyper-aware of the thick load Chimera had blasted inside him earlier. It was still sloshing around in his ass, dripping out of him onto the sheets below.

Arousal shot through him. Maybe Chimera was right. Maybe he was born to take cock and had just never awakened that part of him. Maybe all he’d needed all along was someone to show him what his true purpose was.

Trevor was fully hard. His cock stuck straight up in the air, throbbing between his legs. Instinct or reflex from years of self-denial pushed him to ignore it, but it was impossible. And besides, there was a part of him that didn’t want to ignore it.

He licked his lips. He still felt uncertain, deep down. He trusted his training and wanted to believe that if he focused hard enough, he could overcome the curse of arousal that Chimera had subjected him to with that poison.

He liked to think that he could still go back to the way things used to be, to being a respectable father his children could look up to. He liked to think that he could just turn inward and fight his urges, shove them down or rise above them as he’d always done before.

It would be a sacrifice, one that Trevor had always been willing to make. But this time was different. He didn’t want to.

“Fuck,” Trevor cursed under his breath. “So fucking horny.” He grabbed his cock, wrapping his fingers around his cock and just barely managing to stifle a moan.

He jerked off. Long, slow strokes up and down his shaft as he watched Chimera, making sure not to make sudden movements so he wouldn’t wake the younger man, even though he wasn’t sure why he was being so careful with the guy.

Trevor took a deep breath. The strange, faintly sweet scent of Chimera filled his lungs. It was like an accelerant, a can of kerosene dumped into a campfire. He slowly rolled his hips, fucking his cock into the tight ring of his fingers. It took all his willpower not to moan out loud as his head filled once again with the haze of barely contained need.

Chimera was getting hard, too. If Trevor had to guess, it was because of him, his thigh rubbing against Chimera’s cock as he fucks his hand.

It didn’t take long before Chimera was poking Trevor in the thigh with his erection. The feeling of it, the sheer, intimidating size of it, was the spark that ignited the hunger inside Trevor.

He couldn’t help it. It gnawed at him from the inside. Just playing with his cock wasn’t enough—he needed more.

Gingerly, Trevor pulled his arm out from under Chimera. He slid down the bed, which was large enough that he could sprawl on top of Chimera’s legs with only his feet hanging off the end.

He licked his lips as Chimera rolled over onto his back, still asleep. Chimera’s fat cock swung into the air and just the sight of it made his mouth water.

Trevor pushed aside the part of him that felt reservations about what he was doing. He pulled himself closer to his prize, his own cock throbbing where his body had it pinned against the mattress.

He wrapped his fingers around Chimera’s cock. Just touching it was a turn-on. He wanted to play with it, wanted to swallow it.

Trevor hesitated only a moment before leaning forward to take the head into his mouth. The taste was divine, salty-sweet on his tongue.

The attention drew a low groan from Chimera, but he didn’t wake. He just shifted a bit.

Whatever reservations Trevor might have had evaporated the moment Chimera’s cock was in his mouth again. Up until he’d gotten his first taste of pre-cum, he’d been wondering if he should go through with it, whether he should truly give in to his impulses.

Now that he felt the familiar stretch of his jaw as he tried to accommodate Chimera’s considerable girth, there was no question in his mind. He’d made the right choice.

Trevor wasted no time thinking about the implications of what he was doing. He was too horny to care. He worked his mouth over Chimera’s cock, doing his best to keep as quiet as he could.

But Chimera’s cock was just too good. He couldn’t help himself. He slurped and slobbered over the fat hog like a starving animal before pulling off of it with a lewd wet pop so he could sloppily mouth at the side of it.

Trevor felt fingers threading their way through his hair. The unexpected sensation might have made him flinch or go into defensive mode before, but he was so occupied with the cock in his mouth he barely even reacted.

“Mm. Fuuuck,” groaned Chimera as his grip on Trevor’s hair tightened. “Good morning, Sunshine, indeed.”

Trevor flushed the moment he realized Chimera was awake. The jolt was enough to give him a moment of clarity and he was mortified—he’d started blowing Chimera without the younger man’s consent. It wasn’t the kind of behavior becoming of a hero. It was criminal.

The epiphany didn’t stop him, though. On the contrary, the idea he was doing something taboo provided a fresh surge of arousal. And enthusiasm at that. He ground his cock against the sheets, moaning around Chimera’s shaft as the criminal pushed down on his head.

“Fuck. I think I created a monster,” said Chimera, adding his other hand to the one already on top of Trevor’s head. “Not that I’m complaining.” He rolled his hips, fucking his cock into Trevor’s throat at a leisurely pace.

Trevor sucked harder. He spit-shined Chimera’s cock, tongue swirling along the underside once his throat had opened up enough to repeatedly swallow the fat hog all the way to the root.

He was close to coming without even touching his cock. Just gyrating his hips, grinding it into the sheets, brought him right to the edge.

Chimera had other plans for Trevor. He yanked him off of his cock with a lewd, wet sucking noise. “Much as I want to keep going, I’ve got some other stuff to do,” he said.

With his leg, he prompted Trevor to roll over onto his side. He teased Trevor’s leaking cock with his toes and chuckled. “It’s better this way, anyway. Gives you a reason to come back to me.”

Trevor chased after Chimera’s cock when the younger man pulled away. “Please,” he whined, humping his cock against Chimera’s foot. “Just a little bit more?”

The thought of grabbing his cock to finish himself off never even crossed his mind.

Chimera swung his legs off the side of the bed. He smirked down at Trevor. “feel free to stay as long as you want,” he said. “You can see yourself out, right?”

Trevor’s gaze followed Chimera as he walked to the door.

Chimera stopped in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder at Trevor, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I hope you realize this is going to be your life now,” he said.

Trevor swallowed audibly. “W-what do you mean?” he said.

“The aphrodisiac compound I dosed you with?” said Chimera, the corner of his mouth curling in a vicious little smirk. “It becomes permanent after 72 hours.”

Trevor’s heart sank.

Chimera laughed. “Oh, the look on your face,” he said, a tinge of genuine villainy in his voice. “If you wanted to be free of it, you should have taken the antidote.”

“Y-you tricked me!” said Trevor. The protest was half-hearted at best. The words had come out before he could think about them, spurred on by instinct.

That was the way it was supposed to work. It couldn’t have been his fault. The blame was supposed to have been the villain’s. But they both knew where the guilt lay.

“I’m not the one that threw myself on a fat cock instead of the antidote,” said Chimera with a shrug, that devilish glint in his eyes again.

Trevor opened his mouth to say something, anything, to defend himself. But nothing would come out. Nothing could come out. Because things had played out exactly as Chimera had described.

“I mean, think of it this way,” said Chimera with a smirk, his purple eyes practically glowing with glee, “you could have had the cure for being perpetually, mind-numbingly horny for the rest of your life but you didn’t choose it because you and I both know the truth: you were made for cock.”

Trevor flushed. The way his cock surged at the accusation was proof of it. Part of him didn’t want to believe what was said—wanted to cling to the idea that nothing in life was permanent. But he found that in general he just didn’t care.

Maybe he wasn’t ready to admit it, even to himself. But deep down, he was glad to know there was no chance for a cure now. Because it meant there was no point to fighting it—fighting the way his body felt. There was no reason anymore to get caught up in the guilt of literally sleeping with the enemy.

Chimera snickered. “You know, it’s been fun sleeping around with a hero.” He put air quotes around the word.

Trevor would have found it insulting, once. But if there was anything his recent actions had proved, it was that the skepticism was warranted.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing it, though,” said Chimera. “Honestly, it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth every time I nut with you.”

“I mean, since you’re such an upstanding and honorable member of the community, I’m sure it probably leaves a terrible taste in your mouth to be sleeping with a low-life like me, right?” said Chimera. The sarcasm in his voice was evident. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Trevor’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe what Chimera was saying. After everything they’d been through, he’d hoped that the arrangement where they could have fun without bringing it outside of the bedroom would last him a while.

He didn’t even know why he was so alarmed. He should have been relieved. With a body like his, he was sure he could land any dick he wanted. But then again, none of them would be like his first—none of them would be like Chimera’s.

Chimera laughed, a hint of scorn in his voice. “I mean, it doesn’t necessarily mean we can’t see each other anymore.”

Trevor felt a wave of relief wash over him. The breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding escaped in a rush. It didn’t last.

“There’s a pretty obvious solution, you know? One of us just has to flip sides,” said Chimera. “I’m obviously never going to give up my life of crime. I have power. I have people. And I’m pretty fond of being able to do whatever the fuck I want—take whatever the fuck I want—as long as I’ve got the power to do it.”

“I won’t betray my principles either!” Trevor wanted to say. But the words wouldn’t come out.

“You know, I was honestly waiting to hear something stupid and heroic come out of your mouth, but I’m not surprised you’re not saying anything,” said Chimera. “Look how hard you are. There’s a part of you that’s turned on by the idea of trampling everything you stand for.”

Chimera smirked. “Well, we don’t have to make this complicated. You just have to make a simple choice. It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Trevor swallowed audibly. “W-what’s that?” he said.

“Simple. If you come to see me again, that means you’ve chosen to switch sides,” said Chimera. He bared his teeth in a vicious little grin. “You come back here and it means you’re mine. All you gotta do if you want to keep living your silly little hero life is just… never come again.”

Chimera laughed. “So you just think about that for a sec. I’m gonna head out.” He left without giving Trevor a chance to respond.

Trevor stared after Chimera long after he was gone. He wanted to tell himself that whatever Chimera might have to say about it, that the choice was his. Even if he came back, it wouldn’t mean that he had turned his back on being a hero.

But he knew he’d lost the fight. Chimera had won just by telling him what the stakes were. His sense of honor was going against him and he knew well enough that if he did end up coming back, it would mean giving himself up to Chimera.

It was untenable, and Trevor knew it. All it would take was a single moment of weakness, a single day when he was too horny to stop himself. One bad decision and he’d throw himself at Chimera’s feet and the way he was wired wouldn’t let him take it back.

Winning, on the other hand, was going to take a lifetime of resistance. He’d have to go through every day fighting the temptation. And he didn’t know he could do that.

Not when the aphrodisiac pumping through his veins made him hornier than he’d ever been. Not when Chimera’s cock dominated his thoughts more and more with every passing day.

Trevor finally fell back against the mattress. “I’m fucked,” he told himself. And as he became more and more aware of the cum slowly seeping into the walls of his fuckhole, he couldn’t help but think, “And I fucking want to keep getting fucked.”

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Trevor felt like a walking paradox. He felt numb as he made the long trek home from Chimera’s headquarters, but he also felt hyper-aware of the fact that he had cum running down the inside of his thighs.

He was horny again—big surprise—and it was impossible to ignore. Given what he was wearing, he doubted other people could ignore it, either. The bulge in his shorts bordered on the obscene. He was just lucky that most people were too busy looking between his legs to look him in the face.

Trevor noticed a sex shop down the street while he was trying to ignore the stares of the people passing him by. He lingered at the door, wondering if this was a line he wanted to cross.

But he was horny. His body craved cock. If he wanted to keep away from Chimera, he would need something to help take care of his urges. It was the only way.

Trevor walked inside. It was a quaint little place. The guy behind the counter was a twenty-something twink with a dragon tattoo around his neck. He smiled at Trevor but said nothing.

The guy was cute. Trevor would have never noticed before Chimera, but it was as if something had awakened inside him. The guy behind the counter was cute, and Trevor couldn’t help but wonder how he might look naked.

Cheeks turning pink with embarrassment at his own thoughts, Trevor drew his hoodie tighter around him. He made his way over to the dildos, eyes drawn immediately to the larger toys.

The ones comparable to Chimera’s cock were the ones that attracted his attention first. He grabbed one off the shelf, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

Trevor made for the counter, only to realize that there was a masked man with a gun pointed at the cashier. Despite everything, he still believed he was a hero deep down, and instincts honed by years of training weren’t so easy to ignore.

He came up to the would-be robber and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said, spinning the guy around.

The robber was startled, nearly dropping his gun. He managed to regain his composure after a few moments, however, and aimed the weapon at Trevor.

His hand was shaking, though. It was clear he was inexperienced at this. If Trevor had to guess, this was the poor man’s first attempt at robbing a shop. The scowl and the anger were likely nothing more than a façade.

The robber took a deep breath. Normal people might not have noticed the tremor in it. Trevor did. But then, something unexpected happened. The robber’s expression changed, the anger shifting into something a bit cockier and more confident.

“What are you gonna do, man? Gonna beat me with that?” said the robber, his gaze turning pointedly toward the dildo in Trevor’s hand. His hand became steadier, a cruel smirk twisting the corner of his mouth.

Trevor, on the other hand, felt something new: uncertainty. He’d always been confident in his abilities, especially when dealing with criminals, but today was different.

After everything he’d been through, his perception of himself was shaken. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to deflect the gun fast enough to avoid injury. He’d fought enough people that he knew better than to underestimate twitch reflexes. And he didn’t want to risk leaving his children fatherless again, when they’d already been put through the system once.

Trevor put his hands up in the air. It was the only sensible thing he could think to do. “Don’t do something you’ll regret,” he said.

The robber laughed. “What I want to do is something I’ll regret if I don’t do it,” he said. Shoving his gun at Trevor, he commanded, “Get on your knees. And you. Flip the sign. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

Trevor sank to his knees. “You don’t want to do this. Whatever hardships you’re going through, you don’t want to become a criminal. That never ends well.”

The robber sneered. “Who’s going to report me? And to who? You know the cops don’t give a shit about a dump like this,” he said.

Trevor had to concede the point. Since the police were so uninvolved, he was supposed to be one of the people holding criminals accountable in this part of town. And yet here he was, on his knees in a sex shop, carrying a massive dildo.

“Strip down,” said the robber. There was an authoritative undertone to his voice that wasn’t there before. It was odd. Worst of all, Trevor felt a weird compulsion to obey.

Face turning scarlet with shame, Trevor did as he was told. He pulled his hoodie off, realizing only belatedly that he’d not removed his Golden Dragon mask just yet.

“You know, you’d probably be a dead ringer for that Golden Dragon guy,” said the robber. He nudged the corner of the mask with the barrel of his pistol. “You’re both built like brick shithouses.”

The robber cracked a grin. “I’ve always fantasized about getting with one of those crime fighters,” he said, reaching down to unzip with one hand. He reached into his underwear and pulled his half-hard cock out, waving it in front of Trevor’s face. “Suck, bitch,” he said.

Trevor wanted to decline, but he was like a man possessed. His mouth watered at the sight of cock—real cock—even if it wasn’t nearly as large as Chimera’s.

Despite himself, he shuffled forward on his knees. As he got closer, he was hit by the powerful, unwashed musk of the robber. He should have been disgusted, but he wasn’t. He groaned, the smell stoking the heat inside him.

The robber didn’t seem to have much patience. “Hurry up and wrap those pretty lips around my hog, princess. If you don’t want me to blow your brains out.”

For the first time in a long time, Trevor felt a genuine sense of fear. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, especially in confrontation with a criminal.

Nevertheless, he felt compelled by the threat to obey. He leaned forward and took the head into his mouth. He grimaced. The taste was nothing like Chimera’s. But he choked his objections down and took the rest into his mouth, swallowing the length of it as it grew harder on his tongue.

“You. Come here,” said the robber, motioning for the cashier to stand next to him. “You should get in on this, bro. The slut’s got a tongue on him you wouldn’t believe.”

The cashier did as he was told. Despite being clearly nervous, his arousal was pretty evident, too. The front of his pants sported a considerable bulge, one that did not escape Trevor’s attention at all.

The robber pressed the tip of his gun to Trevor’s temple. “Better make sure to make me and my new friend feel good, bitch. Or else.”

Trevor shivered. Whether it was fear or arousal, it was hard to tell. His emotions were all mixed up inside him. It was a confusing tangle, but there was one thing he knew for a fact: he was goddamn horny.

He reached over to the side, freeing the cashier’s cock from the man’s pants. He slobbered a short while longer on the robber’s cock before moving over onto the other, slurping down the cashier’s relatively modest, but considerably girthy, length.

The cashier tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and moaned. His hips moved on their own, bucking against the rhythm of Trevor’s sucking.

The robber laughed. “What did I tell you, bro? The bitch was born to suck cock!” After a moment, he whistled. “Hey, slut! Don’t get too carried away. Don’t forget that you have two cocks to take care of.”

Trevor didn’t even think twice, pulling off of the cashier’s cock with a lewd wet squelch. For a few minutes, he sucked the two men on and off, using his hand to keep one hard while he was choking down the other.

He heard a distinctive clack and glanced up to see the robber placing the gun on the counter. He didn’t have time to process that the danger had passed before he felt two hands on his head.

A chill ran down Trevor’s spine as the robber’s fingers tightened in his hair. He choked the moment the robber’s hips snapped forward. But he was ready for the next thrust. And the next. And the one after that.

Gurgling moans spilled out of Trevor as the robber went on to violently skull-fuck him. The robber’s hips moved so fast, slamming his cock down Trevor’s throat with such force and enthusiasm that Trevor could feel his brain knocking around inside his skull with every thrust.

The robber didn’t last long after that. He kept on for a minute, at best. Then, he pulled out of Trevor’s face, spit and throat slime spewing out of Trevor’s mouth.

Lewd squelching followed as the robber grabbed his cock. He frantically stroked his length to finish himself off. He came hard, his balls pulling up against his body as thick, hot ropes of jizz splattered all over Trevor’s face.

The robber grabbed the cashier by the shoulders and moved him in front of Trevor. “Go ahead,” he said, whispering in the cashier’s ear. “Nut on the slut’s face.”

As if he’d been waiting for an excuse, the cashier came. Though he was relatively smaller that the robber, his load was considerably thicker and more voluminous. By the time the cashier finished half a minute later, Trevor’s face was dripping with hot cum.