Trevor had been away from home for most of the day, but it was a normal enough occurrence that his kids were unlikely to be suspicious. Besides, he hadn’t lied when he said he was going to go out for a job. He’d just inconveniently let out the part that he was going to a porn studio to star in one of their high-end ‘amateur’ flicks.

He would have thought that after two film shoots, and blowing a load a total of eight times between both of them, that his rampaging horniness would abate. Even a little. It turned out to be too much to ask for. Whatever it was that Chimera had dosed him with was potent beyond belief.

The post-nut clarity got longer every time he came from getting fucked up the ass—most of the time without even touching his dick—but it was never longer than a few minutes at best. Before he could even enjoy the relief of not constantly craving dick, he’d get hard again.

Not that Trevor was complaining, exactly. There was a part of him that truly enjoyed what he was doing for a living now. There was just something intoxicating about getting his ass wrecked by guys who were supposedly the biggest bottom sluts in the studio.

It was a thought he never would have entertained before Chimera, but he had to admit; it was a kind of hot to be such a natural bitch that even other cock whores couldn’t resist the urge to top him.

Trevor chewed on his lower lip and absentmindedly grabbed his cock through his shorts. He massaged the obscene outline it made in the spandex, moving his hand up and down along the considerable length as he walked up to the entrance of the dojo.

He reminisced about today’s shoots. His first scene partner had been a bit of a bodybuilder like him. Just not as big. But then again, he was a bit of a high bar to reach.

In the pre-shoot interview, it had come up that said bodybuilder was supposedly an insatiable cock whore. The guy had been pretty proud to say he’d been fucked over pretty much every visible surface in the studio—and some ones that weren’t very visible at that.

Trevor had had no reason to think the guy was lying, but it helped that the smirk on the director’s face had pretty much confirmed the guy’s story.

His second partner had been a total femboy, a stark contrast in both size and build to Trevor’s comparably hulking form. Had the interview couch been a seesaw, the mere act of Trevor sitting down might well have launched the poor guy halfway across the city.

The twink had turned up to the studio in a schoolgirl uniform with a tiny skirt, crop top blouse, and a pair of fluffy bunny ears. The director had described the guy as one of the studio’s most popular solo stars—an exclusive cam-boy, pretty much, as far as Trevor was concerned. Their scene together was the first one the twink had done in months.

Needless to say, the effect Trevor had on the twink was no less powerful than the others. He’d been gobsmacked to find what was hiding under the short skirt and laughably tiny thong.

He supposed he understood why the twink made a killing doing solo shows. The moment that fat hog was fished out from under that tiny skirt, he was spellbound.

To see such a big piece on such a little guy was enthralling. He could certainly understand the appeal. Indeed, he’d made up his mind to look up the guy’s videos when he got back.

Trevor’s cock twitched at the memories. His face flushed with heat. Part of him was embarrassed at how wantonly he’d thrown himself at the twink. The way he’d slobbered on the femboy’s disproportionately huge cock had been nothing short of depraved.

But at the same time, it turned him on. Knowing that people were watching had only enhanced the experience. He imagined what they were thinking while he was going to town on the twink’s monster cock. He couldn’t help but think they were seeing him as some sexed-up musclehead pervert. And for some reason, that was unbelievably hot.

Trevor let himself into the back of the dojo when he arrived. He had some time to himself before Peter arrived for their session.

Taking a moment to listen before going upstairs, he realized that his kids didn’t seem to be home. He fished out his phone—realizing he hadn’t even checked since he left—and looked at the family group chat.

It turned out Derek was on patrol with Tristan. Marcus was out with friends. And Leo was over at a college buddy’s place, studying for an upcoming exam.

Trevor wondered if Leo was truly just studying, or if his youngest was up to something else with his college buddy. It wasn’t even a conscious thing. His mind had just gone there out of instinct.

He managed to stop himself short of imagining his youngest experimenting with another guy. And even if it had been a girl, it would have been mortifying. He was a father; he wasn’t supposed to be getting thoughts like that about his children. But the worst part was that it had him all hot and bothered, now.

Trevor sighed. He was glad he was home alone because he really needed to take care of the lump in his shorts before Peter got back. He wanted to say he didn’t want a repeat of what happened last time, but if he was being honest with himself, part of him was eager to see if maybe something could happen.

He made his way over to the living room, slinging the gym bag he’d brought to the shoot onto one of the chairs on either side of the couch. He sat down on the sofa, draping one arm over the back as he reached between his legs.

Trevor sat there for a moment, savoring the sensation as he rubbed his cock through his shorts for a good minute or so. But it didn’t take long before what was basically heavy petting proved insufficient.

He raised his legs into the air and slipped his shorts off. He grabbed his phone with one hand and his cock with the other. He navigated to the porn studio’s website and logged in, his account having access to everything since he was one of the models.

Trevor was drawn to one of the femboy twink’s videos, but he was feeling something else at the moment. It didn’t take much to find as it was near the top—his first scene with the jock, Topher.

The video started with the pre-shoot interview. With a few gestures, Trevor had the clip play out on the TV instead of on his phone and he idly stroked his cock as he reminisced about his first day with the studio.

He would normally have hated to see himself on television. He was usually quite camera shy. Not this time, though. The fact that he was on a porn made him so goddamn horny.

When the scene proper started, Trevor raised his legs higher and set his phone down beside him. He reached his free hand between his legs. He grunted as a few fingers pushed inside him with a lewd squelch.

He moaned, tossing his head back and beating his cock frantically as the scene rapidly picked up the heat. He plunged his fingers in and out of his sloppy, fucked-out hole with abandon as he watched himself get folded in half and bred.

Part of him hoped Peter would be late to the night’s session.

---

If nothing else, getting the cum fucked out of him eight times gave Trevor enough of a modicum of self-control that he managed to get himself cleaned up a little by the time Peter arrived at the dojo.

He was fresh out of the shower, which hadn’t turned out to be as calming as he hoped it would be. Even though he’d gone in right after blowing a load to his own porno, he still wound up horny halfway through the shower.

Trevor had jerked off until the water ran cold. Not that it had bothered him. But he’d had to frantically finish off his shower after nutting against the shower wall when he realized how much time he had.

As he was walking to the door to let Peter in, Trevor couldn’t help but think back to their last session. He had to wonder if there would be a repeat of last time.

It was probably hypocritical, after all he was the one that had set an ultimatum, but part of him was eager to see if Peter would feel him up again. The apprehension he used to feel was entirely absent, and he wasn’t even the slightest bit remorseful about it.

Trevor realized he probably shouldn’t be hoping to get down and dirty with Peter, though. It would be bad if any of his sons walked in on them in a compromising position in the middle of the dojo.

But then again, that was part of what made it hot. He didn’t know when he’d developed a taste for risky sex—maybe it was during the hold-up at the sex store—but there was something oddly thrilling about the danger of being caught.

The idea that his sons might catch him in the act of debasing himself placed a cold knot of dread in the pit of Trevor’s stomach. But the fact that he’d be exposed for the depraved cock-hound he’d become was also somehow exciting.

Trevor opened the door to let Peter in. “Are you ready for tonight’s session?” he said.

Peter nodded. “I’ve been practicing as best as I can, Sir. What’s today going to be about?”

Trevor thought about it for a moment. “Well, I’ve been thinking… We’ve learned an awful lot recently, so we could do with a bit of a review.” It was a bald-faced lie—he hadn’t even thought of the lesson until he remembered there was supposed to be one—but those were becoming easier and easier with every day that passed.

As the two of them continued into the main training floor of the dojo, Trevor continued. “I’m going to help you refine your awareness. And I’m going to give you tips on how to better block or deflect attacks.”

Peter nodded. “That sounds good to me,” he said, though his disappointment he wouldn’t be learning anything new was pretty apparent.

Trevor chuckled. He placed his hands on Peter’s shoulders and gently walked him into the middle of the training mat. “Fast is the enemy of good and you need to focus on strengthening your foundations before we move on to learn more advanced things.”

Once Peter was in position, Trevor squeezed the boy’s shoulders. “Besides. It won’t all be old stuff. We’re going to mix up the two lessons so far.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow. “How?” he said.

Trevor took a few steps back from Peter, his gaze drawn to the round ass perfectly framed by those shorts. “Simple. I’ll attack either from up close or far away. Let’s see if you can react fast enough.”

“That, uh… That sounds good to me,” said Peter, though he looked like there was more he wanted to say. He fidgeted in place for a few moments before he cracked. “Oh. And. Uh. I just… I wanted to apologize for last time…”

Trevor waved it off. “It’s all water under the bridge now,” he said, absentmindedly grabbing his bulge to adjust his cock. It took him a moment to choose whether to hide the lump in his pants or make it more obvious. And far too long to convince himself that the professional thing to do would be to hide it.

“That’s a relief…” said Peter, the tension in his shoulders visibly melting away as he dropped into his stance.

Trevor smiled. “We’re going to get started now,” he said. “Oh, and… Just so you know… It’s just the two of us at the dojo right now.”

It took Peter a moment to process what Trevor had just said. He tilted his head. “Why… are you bringing this up?” he said.

Trevor barked a nervous laugh. His cock twitched. Part of him hoped Peter would notice—he hadn’t done a particularly good job at hiding it, after all. “N-no particular reason,” he said.

There was an awkward silence.

“I-I just mean we won’t get interrupted,” said Trevor.

Peter gave him a pointed look.

“You know, like we were interrupted during our first session.” Trevor could feel the heat in his cheeks. He was making a fool of himself and yet, for some reason, he couldn’t stop himself.

Peter chuckled and shook his head, his lips curling into a coy little smile that he made no effort to hide.

Flushing even redder, Trevor scratched his cheek. “I-if you were thinking something else might happen, you’re sorely mistaken. I-I definitely don’t want a repeat of last time. I-I want to keep things strictly professional here.”

He tried his best to sound sincere, but the words came out half-hearted at best. The look Peter gave him said the younger man wasn’t particularly convinced, either.

“Of course,” said Peter, a glint of mischief in his strange bluish-purple eyes. “If that’s what you want, then we’ll keep things strictly professional.” He smirked.

Trevor was pretty sure Peter was being sarcastic. He hoped he was right.

---

Trevor was jolted out of his reverie by Peter snapping his fingers in front of his face. He hadn’t even noticed he’d been staring—ogling Peter’s ass and bulge.

He’d thought that doing some martial arts training would help him keep a handle on himself, but clearly, that wasn’t the case. The horniness was still overwhelming.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said. “Something’s been on my mind…” He tried to make it sound as if it were something deeply personal instead of him being singularly focused on getting off, but he wasn’t sure he did a good job.

Peter scoffed. It was clear he was frustrated. “This is the fourth time I’ve had to grab your attention, you know,” he said.

“A-all I can say is I’m sorry,” said Trevor.

“That’s not good enough!” said Peter.

Trevor’s eyes widened. The genuine anger in Peter’s voice was unexpected. In all the time he’d known him, Peter had been polite, level-headed, and soft-spoken. The venom in his tone was an utter shock and, for a moment, he couldn’t muster a response.

His silence seemed to only set Peter off. “I’m paying good money for private lessons from someone everyone here admires. Honestly, I expected better!”

The words stung.

“I get that sometimes things don’t work out and it’s not that I expect you to be perfect, but I would at least have liked the courtesy of being told if a session would be troublesome to do so I don’t waste my time!” said Peter.

Trevor didn’t know what to say. He froze.

“Well? Don’t just fucking stand there like an idiot! What do you have to say for yourself?” Peter snapped.

The harsh rebuke was the push Trevor needed. Normally, he wouldn’t have stood for that kind of language, but Peter was right. He had failed to uphold his part of the deal.

He lowered his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been neglectful, and it’s caused an inconvenience. I won’t charge you for tonight. A-and if there’s anything I can do, I’d like to make it up to you.”

Peter folded his arms over his chest. “How?” he said.

Trevor was a bit caught out. He hadn’t expected the question. “Um…” He floundered for something for a moment and only interjected when it looked like Peter was about to say something. “A-anything. I’ll do anything you want to make it up to you,” he said.

He wasn’t normally the kind of person to grovel like this, but for some reason, the plea came naturally to him.

Peter’s expression was inscrutable. He was quiet for a moment, lips pursed as he approached Trevor. He grabbed Trevor by the chin, forcing him to look him in the eye.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Peter’s mouth when Trevor didn’t pull away. “Did you really mean… anything?” said Peter, the tone of voice he’d said it in just rich with promise.

Trevor nodded mutely. He couldn’t muster the words to respond. The look in Peter’s eyes was making his heart race.

Peter laughed. “Kneel,” he said.

Without breaking eye contact, Trevor did as he was told. It took no small amount of willpower to stifle the whine that threatened to spill out of him.

More and more, following orders was becoming second nature. And for some reason, it felt good to obey without even thinking about the command.

“Honestly, I expected more of a protest,” said Peter.

Trevor shook his head. “No. No. I-I did something wrong. And I really meant it when I said I was willing to do anything to make up for it,” he said.

Peter smirked. “Never would have imagined that the big strong martial arts man would have a hidden submissive side,” he said.

Trevor’s eyes widened. “W-what do you mean?” he said.

There was a glint in Peter’s gaze. A dangerous one. “You obviously have a submissive side. A part that likes to take orders. That likes to obey.” He chuckled. “You said you were straight, right? I guess that means you have no idea what it’s like to be a proper sub…”

Peter’s attitude shift was simultaneously shocking, and yet, not at all. Indeed, it felt oddly familiar. The soft-spoken young man seemed to have been entirely replaced by someone domineering and confident.

“Let’s flip the script tonight,” said Peter. “You want to make it up to me, right? Let’s give you some training tonight, yeah?”

Trevor nodded. “Okay,” he said. For some reason, his cock was rock hard. “S-sounds good to me,” he said.

Peter smirked. He slid his foot between Trevor’s legs, massaging Trevor’s bulge with his toes. “You didn’t seriously think I wouldn’t notice, right?” said Peter, as Trevor struggled to bite back a moan. “I mean, all our lessons have been about awareness this whole time.”

Trevor flushed. The tips of his ears were hot. He supposed he should have expected that. He thought he’d hidden his affliction well enough, but clearly, he hadn’t.

“It’s only fair that we focus on my pleasure tonight, right?” said Peter. “I mean… You neglected my training because you couldn’t stop thinking about your pleasure. Right?”

Trevor nodded. It made enough sense to him.

“Strip,” said Peter. He paused a moment. “Oh, and make sure you keep looking me in the eye as much as you can.”

Trevor didn’t hesitate. He stripped off everything until he was kneeling on the mat in front of Peter, completely naked.

Peter smirked. “Good,” he said. “First rule of being a sub is that you obey without hesitation. You should keep that in mind. Now, hands behind your back.”

Trevor was bulky enough that it was a bit of a challenge, but he managed it nonetheless.

“Second rule,” said Peter. “Your pleasure is secondary. Your dom’s pleasure comes first. Do you understand?”

Trevor nodded. He didn’t know why, in particular, but he was internalizing Peter’s words. Just like the mantras and chants from the more mystical martial arts he’d learned through his life.

“Rule three is that you should say ‘Yes, Sir!’ or ‘I understand, Sir!’ when it’s appropriate,” said Peter. “And on that note, you’re here to serve, not speak. So you shouldn’t say anything unnecessary.”

“I-I understand, Sir,” said Trevor. He smacked his lips, as if trying to get a taste for the phrase he’d just uttered. He’d thought it would come out awkwardly, but it hadn’t. It had slipped out of him just as easily as he would have said his own name.

“Good boy,” said Peter.

Trevor flushed at the praise.

“Remove my shorts. No hands, of course.”

Trevor looked up at Peter. He was confused for a moment. And then he realized what was being asked of him. “Yes, Sir!” he said, again surprised at how naturally the words came to his lips.

He leaned up, using his teeth to grip the waistband of Peter’s shorts before dragging it down. Peter was wearing a black jockstrap underneath, the pouch already straining even though it was clear Peter was only half hard.

Peter grabbed Trevor by the head and pulled him into his crotch. “You should get familiar with my scent. I have a feeling you’re going to be smelling it quite often.”

Trevor took a deep breath. A haze of lust filled his skull, just like that. The intoxicating, faintly sweet scent was familiar enough by now that his body and mind knew just how to react to it, his thoughts spinning out into static as a moan came to his lips unbidden.

Peter chuckled. “It’s like you were born for this. Here’s another rule to drill into that thick skull of yours. The dom’s pleasure is the sub’s responsibility. So it’s your job to worship and make love to my cock.”

Trevor licked his lips. He could guess at what was coming next.

“Go ahead,” said Peter. “Get me hard.”

It was the permission Trevor had been waiting for. He mouthed at Peter’s cock through the fabric of the jockstrap, moaning at the heat of it on his lips. It didn’t take long before Peter was hard as a rock.

“Good bitch,” said Peter. He reached down and tugged the pouch of his jockstrap aside. His cock flopped out onto Trevor’s face.

Trevor kissed the shaft as it came to a rest against his nose, but received a disapproving click of the tongue from Peter.

“Subs wait for permission to play with their dom’s cock,” said Peter. “Because even getting to look at it is a privilege that needs to be earned.”

He grabbed his cock by the base and slapped Trevor a few times across the cheek. “Unless I tell you otherwise, the only thing you’re allowed to do is kneel there and take what I give you.”

Trevor’s own cock strained. Until now, the only time he’d had to restrain his own sexuality was to keep up appearances. Every time he’d had the opportunity to just let himself be horny, he’d indulged his needs without regard.

This was the first time he was having to hold himself back even when there was a cock right in front of him. He moaned as a glob of pre-cum burbled out of his cock and dripped onto the mat. “Y-yes, Sir,” he said.

Peter smirked. “You really are a natural at this,” he said with a laugh. “Hard to believe you’ve never been with a guy before.”

Trevor gulped audibly, a shiver making its way down his spine. If only Peter knew.

His heart was racing. His horniness was through the roof. Peter’s musk was driving him crazy, and he had no idea that denying pleasure to himself could feel so good.

“Well, since you’re being such a good bitch, why don’t you swallow my cock?” said Peter as he placed the head of his fat hog on Trevor’s lips. “Go on.”

Trevor did as he was told. He took Peter into his mouth. He held him there for a little, savoring the taste on his tongue, but he’d been ordered to swallow so he knew he couldn’t enjoy the taste of Peter’s cock for too long.

Peter gripped Trevor’s hair as Trevor swallowed him all the way to the root. He held Trevor firmly in place, grinding Trevor’s nose into his crotch. “Look up at me, bitch,” he said.

Trevor did as he was told and saw a look of confusion briefly flit across Peter’s eyes. It was replaced by shock almost as soon as it had appeared.

It was weird. He felt as if he was missing something. He wondered what, but not for more than a moment. Peter’s cock flexed in his throat and, just like that, his train of thought went entirely off the rails.

Peter laughed. “I can’t believe I missed it,” he said. “You know, it’s so obvious now that I think about it.”

The cryptic words went in one ear and out the other as Trevor relished the sensation of having his throat stretched around such a fat dick. He had the vague sense that he was missing something important, but he didn’t think there was anything more important in the world than the cock buried in his throat.

“I get why you seemed like such a natural now. I really should have known,” said Peter. The corner of his mouth was turned up in a little smirk as he shook his head.

He kept Trevor in place for a minute or so. He didn’t move his hips or let Trevor move his head, for that matter. “Just focus on my cock,” he said, a strange edge to his voice this time. “Focus on the fact that this feels good for me, but doesn’t do anything for you. Think about what you are right now. You’re not a martial arts master. Not a father. Not a hero. You’re nothing more than a warm socket for my cock.”

The significance of Peter calling him a hero flew entirely over Trevor’s head. Instead, he moaned around Peter’s dick, his own dripping onto the mat under him.

It went against everything he stood for and yet despite that—and maybe even because of that—it was so fucking hot. He wasn’t even being treated like a person right now. He was just a cock holder. A vessel. A glorified flesh-light. A human toy on his knees with a big dick buried in his throat.

Peter yanked Trevor off his cock with a wet pop. “All fours, bitch,” he said.

Trevor adopted the position without a second thought. He arched his back, a moan spilling out of him as Peter lined up behind him and grabbed him by the hi0ps.

Peter tapped the head of his cock on Trevor’s hole. “See?” he said as he slipped the head of his cock past Trevor’s trembling pucker. “Straight, my ass. Look at how good of a bitch you are, coming pre-lubed and ready to get your asshole cored out at any moment.”

Trevor tossed his head back, moaning throatily and without restraint as Peter’s cock slammed into him, bumping right into his prostate. There was no reprieve after that, as Peter didn’t even bother to give him a moment to acclimatize to his size.

Not that Trevor needed the adjustment. Peter’s cock slid right into him like his asshole was made for it. And it helped that he’d already been fucked eight times today by actual cocks and a handful more by his dildo. His ring was soft and pliable.

Peter placed his hands on Trevor’s shoulders, growling under his breath as he pounded away at Trevor’s hole. He went at it with such gusto and enough force that Trevor couldn’t help but jolt forward with every slap of Peter’s hips against his.

“You know what the most important thing is for a sub to know?” said Peter, his voice gravelly and primal as he rutted away without missing a beat.

Trevor shook his head and between moans managed to say, “N-no, Sir!” He felt Peter’s cock jump inside him at that.

“You belong to your dom. Heart. Body. Mind. And I’m gonna use my cock to make sure you never forget it,” said Peter. He changed the angle of his thrusts, fishing around until he finally managed to tear a hoarse cry out of Trevor.

Intense waves of pleasure crashed through Trevor as Peter’s cock rammed over and over again into his prostate. He fell face-first onto the mat as his arms and legs buckled and Peter didn’t even falter.

Whatever other thoughts he might have had were obliterated by the constant assault on his prostate. His world shrank down to just the cock plundering his insides. And he knew, deep down, the truth that Peter had just taken ownership of his ass.

Peter still wasn’t done. He drilled Trevor into the mat with all the force and violence of a man that had the intent of fucking him straight into the ground.

The rut was so wild and violent that they kept shifting across the mat. In their wake, they left behind a smear of sweat and pre-cum.

Finally, Peter’s merciless rhythm faltered. He gave a few more ragged thrusts, each time burying his cock deeper and deeper into Trevor. And then he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Trevor moaned as he felt Peter swell inside him. Pulsing, throbbing, he clamped tight around that fat cock and milked it for all it was worth. When the first splash of hot jizz hit his guts, he came just as hard, splattering the mat under him with thick streaks of hot cum.

It was one of the benefits of what Chimera had done to him. No matter how many times he came in a day, his balls were always full. His loads were always thick.

Once they were both done, Peter pulled out of Trevor with a lewd squelch. “Another lesson you should remember… Is that bitches clean up after themselves,” he said, sounding a little bit out of breath.

Peter leaned over Trevor’s bulk and pushed his head against the mat. “Go on. Lap it up. And remember. No hands.”

Trevor’s entire body flushed with heat. His cock, which was spent only moments before, rose to full attention in record time. He shuffled around on his knees, facing the mess he’d made on the floor.

“Yes, Sir!” he said, stretching his tongue out to lick his own load off the mat.

“That’s not the only thing you should be saying,” said Peter. “You know it’s a privilege to be given a real man’s cock. And that’s not even saying anything about being gifted his load.”

Trevor stopped what he was doing for a moment. His body flushed with heat again. He looked up into Peter’s bluish-purple eyes. “Thank you for your cock and your load, Sir!” he said.

Peter chuckled. “Good bitch. Now hurry. You’ve missed a spot,” he said, waving his erection in front of Trevor’s face.

---

Marcus arrived at the dojo after his night out with friends. He was feeling a bit on the tipsy side, which was saying something since his superhuman constitution made it really difficult to get drunk if he wasn’t paying attention.

The blinds were drawn, but the lights were still on. He thought it was weird for a moment before he remembered that Peter was supposed to be in tonight for a private lesson with his father.

He entered through the front door and called out with a grin, “I’m home!” It took a moment to register that no one was in. “Hello?” he said. No one responded.

As he entered the main training area, he noticed that the air smelled a bit weird. It stank of sweat. And sex, somehow. He cracked a little grin as he reminisced about how his room must have smelled similarly a few years ago when he was a randy teenager—not that much had changed.

Marcus also distinctly remembered the other day, when he and his brothers had just recovered from their poisoning. He was sure he wasn’t the only one that had noticed their father’s predicament but he was more than sure he was the only one that had dared address it.

While it bordered on the inappropriate, Marcus had always found Trevor to be an attractive man. He’d had a few fantasies—not that he was willing to admit to them out loud—but he’d taken great care in keeping them strictly in the realm of fantasy. He didn’t think there was any harm in it, anyway. It wasn’t like they were related by blood.

It was just that seeing Trevor’s erection and obvious horniness had dredged up some of those old fantasies. He hadn’t meant for his offer to be anything more than innocent, but he had to admit, there was a part of him that had hoped to maybe catch a glimpse of something.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Marcus found himself a little turned on by the smell, despite himself. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the culprit. His brothers were all doing their own thing and clearly weren’t home. Peter was at the dojo but hadn’t seemed like the kind of guy who’d do something perverse in someone’s place.

Trevor, on the other hand, had the means and the motive. He must have thought that with everyone out of the house, it was a good opportunity to indulge. It certainly explained why the blinds on the windows were drawn.

Marcus chuckled to himself. He’d never expected that his dad, one of the most straight-laced people he knew, would be such a kinky fucker. But then again, he supposed it was always the goody-two shoes that were the freakiest in bed.

He didn’t know where Trevor was, but if anyone in the family could take care of themselves, it was Trevor. He wasn’t worried. He figured he’d do dear old dad a favor and clean up, though. He didn’t want the others to get suspicious.

Marcus grabbed a rag and an air freshener from the supply closet. He spotted a shiny spot on the mat when he returned. He was surprised—and a bit impressed, if he was being honest—that Trevor would leave behind such an obvious piece of evidence.

He knelt down to clean up the spot, but as he did, he picked up on a faint, strangely sweet scent. His cock, which had been half-hard the whole time, went as stiff as a steel rod.

Before he could even think about what he was doing, Marcus had shoved his face against that spot on the mat. He took a deep breath, drinking in the scent as his thoughts faded into static.

He rubbed himself through his pants, humping his hand and moaning as he rubbed his face all over the spot. And then, as soon as it began, the episode was over. He snapped out of his reverie, mortified.

“The fuck…” Marcus muttered to himself. He must have been more drunk than he thought. He wiped up the spot and sprayed air freshener to mask the smell of sweat and musk and cum in the air before making to leave.

As he was walking over to the back of the dojo, however, he noticed something out of place by the door. It was a piece of fabric, though he couldn’t tell what it was until he picked it up.

Marcus’ cock throbbed when he realized it was a jockstrap. Against his better judgment—probably because he was suddenly feeling hornier than he’d been in a while—he raised it to his face and sniffed it.

A voice in the back of his mind questioned what he was doing. Sniffing random jockstraps was wrong. There was every chance that it was Trevor’s and that would be wrong. But he was too horny to care. And the jock smelled so good.

That faintly sweet scent from before was there again. He stuffed his face into the pouch, where it was particularly strong, and practically inhaled the slightly damp fabric.

Marcus rubbed himself through his pants. He didn’t care whose jockstrap it was. He couldn’t get enough of that incredible scent.

There was no question of whether he was keeping the jockstrap at all. He was definitely going to. Without removing the jockstrap from his face, he scampered up the stairs, skipping them three at a time in his hurry.

When he got to his room, he couldn’t strip fast enough before throwing himself into bed. His pants were only halfway down his legs, but he didn’t care. He shoved the dirty jockstrap right into his face and moaned, beating his cock like there was no tomorrow.