The irony of everything Trevor had suffered so far—the humiliation, degradation, and indignities that had been visited upon him—was that he’d started getting used to the walk of shame. It was happening more and more often these days, and worse still, he was starting to enjoy the shame of it.

Trevor had always been a respectable and principled figure in the community. He wasn’t the type to toot his own horn, but he was one of the neighborhood’s pillars—and that wasn’t even considering how he protected the community as a vigilante super alongside his family.

The fact that Trevor had allowed himself to fall so far was humiliating in the extreme. It was so shameful that he shouldn’t have been able to show his face around the neighborhood, but in some thoroughly fucked up way, the degeneracy was so fucking hot.

Even now, as he staggered along, he couldn’t help his arousal. His rock-hard cock bobbed up and down between his legs, pointing the way forward while he slid his fingers in a loose ring along his shaft.

Trevor’s other hand was busy, too. He had it behind him, fingers plunging into his well-abused hole. They squelched lewdly in the mess of loads that Peter had left inside him.

Peter was a man in his own right, sure, but he was young enough to be Trevor’s son. Trevor was a fucking hero, for fuck’s sake. He should have been more perturbed, but the taboo nature of the relationship only made it hotter.

Just thinking about Peter was enough to make Trevor’s cock throb. The boy had a talent for humiliation and punishment. The way he pushed buttons was nothing short of sublime; he handled Trevor in a way no one else had ever quite managed, and it was exhilarating. Case in point: the events of the evening.

Tonight was one of Peter’s scheduled private lessons. Trevor should have been teaching him self-defense techniques and basic martial arts, but it had been Trevor who received an education—in how to be a better submissive, at that.

The session had concluded with Peter dragging Trevor out of the dojo. Already in subspace from the training that Peter had put him through, Trevor barely resisted when he was pushed out of the dojo in the nude.

Any other day, Trevor would have balked at being forced out of his own home naked, but Peter hadn’t given him the opportunity to get dressed—or to protest, for that matter. Luckily, hardly anyone had been out and about because of the late hour, and those few who did end up passing by didn’t seem to care.

Trevor doubted that any of those people would have realized his identity, anyway. Peter had kept to the alleys and backroads, at least until they got to a nearby park.

---

The park was run down. The greenery was ill-maintained and overgrown. The neglect was evident in the rusting perimeter fence that had completely collapsed in several places.

What bits of infrastructure were visible from the street through the tangled underbrush were rotting and in disrepair. The lights that lined the walkways were almost all broken, and the handful that were still operational barely worked, casting flickering pools of light along the weed-choked paths.

The place wasn’t a mystery to Trevor. He knew the park well, and for all the wrong reasons. Despite being a hero—despite being a super—he had steered well clear of the place. On the rare occasions he had actually gone in, he’d never stayed longer than strictly necessary.

The park hid the underbelly of the slums. It was where the worst of the worst congregated—the criminals that not even the underworld of Refuge Point wanted anything to do with, and the druggies that were beyond any help.

Trevor was far too horny to pay any real attention to what was happening while he and Peter walked into the park, but it did seem strange just how at-home Peter seemed to be in the park. Weirder still was the lack of harassment. By now, someone should have accosted him and Peter, but the park seemed almost peaceful by comparison to the violent image that was in Trevor’s head.

The peace wasn’t fated to last long. As they were walking, Peter suddenly grabbed Trevor by the shoulders. He pinned him against a nearby tree, the coarse bark digging into Trevor’s upper back.

It was as if all the strength bound up in Trevor’s densely muscular body evaporated in an instant. He was twice Peter’s size, and by all accounts, should have been able to snap the relatively slighter man across his knee, but when Peter pushed him up against the tree, he might as well have been as helpless as a damsel.

It wasn’t the first time that Peter had manhandled Trevor, but it still took him by surprise. Trevor had always imagined that his bulk would make him more difficult to shove around, but Chimera—and now, Peter, he supposed—seemed determined to prove him entirely wrong.

Loath as Trevor was to admit it, he was starting to enjoy the helplessness. It shouldn’t have been possible for Peter and Chimera to throw him around. He was more than strong enough to resist them; hell, he’d stood in the way of worse. The fact they could, however, spoke to his weakness.

Discipline and willpower were among the things Trevor thought he had in spades—“thought” being the operative word. Chimera and Peter had more than proved that the strength of will he was so proud of was little more than a brittle façade, and acknowledging that truth was somehow mind-numbingly hot.

Peter flipped Trevor around and pushed him up against the tree, arm braced against Trevor’s shoulders. He grabbed Trevor’s hips with his other hand and slid inside with remarkable ease. “Shit,” he hissed, “like a fucking glove.”

All Trevor could do was moan. Peter didn’t bother with foreplay, fucking him hard right from the start.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, bitch. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to leave you gaping, empty, and dripping cum down the inside of your legs…”

Trevor’s hole clenched tight around Peter’s cock. Peter was pounding him. Hard. It felt so fucking good, he could hardly think of anything else.

Peter chuckled, the heat of his breath ghosting over the nape of Trevor’s neck. “When I’m done, I’m going to pull out, and I’m going to go home. You’re going to stay here for 15 minutes, and if anyone comes by, you’re going to beg for their cock inside you.”

“Fuck,” Trevor muttered under his breath. “B-but they’d know who I am!”

Peter laughed. “Then you better hope that no one comes by,” he said. “If no one comes by after 15 minutes, then you can go home. Just like you are right now. Don’t cover up.”

Trevor’s cock pulsed, drooling a string of pre-cum all over the coarse bulk of the tree that Peter had him pinned against. He moaned, his voice punctuated by Peter’s sharp, staccato thrusts.

“Oh, but if anyone does come by, you have to start the timer again,” said Peter. “You only get to go home if no one dicks you down for 15 consecutive minutes.”

“B-but!”

Peter chuckled, a certain malice in his voice that sent a shiver down Trevor’s spine. “No buts. I’ll know if you cheat, too, so I expect you to be a good bitch. Got it?”

---

Trevor fought back a moan as his cock throbbed in the loose grip of his fingers. It was a good thing it was night since there were shadows he could hide his shame in, but at at the same time, there was something about the prospect of being caught and exposed for the pervert he had become that was inexplicably titillating.

He could only imagine the scale of the scandal that would follow, how the news of his depravity would take the community by storm. He pictured the recriminating looks that would be cast his way, the disgust that would replace the respect he used to enjoy.

Fuck, Trevor couldn’t help but think to himself, his cock twitching and leaking uncontrollably in his grip. It made no sense; the thought of destroying his life, his reputation, and everything he’d worked so hard to build shouldn’t have been such a turn-on, but the way his cock strained in his hand betrayed the truth of his arousal.

It was only concern for his sons that held Trevor back from sprinting into the middle of the street to expose himself. The unmasking of his depravity was sure to have consequences for his boys. He may have fallen a long way, but he wasn’t willing to drag them down with him.

Trevor kept to the shadows. He used his stealth arts to keep himself hidden. Although there were few people on the streets at this hour, there was no reason to tempt fate.

He was a master of martial arts, better in many ways than the average practitioner, but stealth wasn’t his specialty. He was adept enough that few people would see him sneaking from one shadow to the next, but considering the stakes, he wished he was better.

Trevor had to lean against a nearby wall for a moment. He couldn’t take his hand off his cock, nor pull his fingers out of his ass. He fought down the moans that threatened to spill from his lips and betray his position, but it took more effort than he anticipated.

Once he’d taken the edge off, Trevor took a deep breath. He closed his eyes to focus on his task—getting home—and he circulated his internal energy in an attempt to push the arousal pumping through his veins to the edges of his consciousness.

The effort paid off, but that, in and of itself, was strange. But a few days ago, while trying to sneak home with a massive dildo in tow, Trevor’s internal energy had been turbulent and unruly. There had been a discordant knot inside him, wreaking havoc on his internal balance.

This time was different; the energy flowed through Trevor smoothly, just like before. If anything, it seemed to almost move more freely throughout his body.

Forcing himself to consider the situation despite the haze of pleasure that was smothering his thoughts, Trevor turned his attention deeper inward. He focused on the flow of energy through his body and found that his meridians—the paths through which the qi flowed—were mostly the same.

What Trevor didn’t expect to find were new paths. They looped qi through new parts of his body: his cock, his ass, his throat. Even his nipples were somehow connected to this new network of meridians.

It didn’t take long to puzzle out the implications. Over the past couple of days, Trevor had noticed his body becoming increasingly sensitive. The parts touched by the new energy pathways, in particular, had become much more sensitive in that time.

Somehow, Trevor’s recent experiences hadn’t just given him a taste for being treated like a horny slut, they had fundamentally altered his body to make him a better whore. The way that pleasure surged in the most sensitive, erogenous parts of his body when he circulated his qi was all the proof that he needed.

Trevor barely managed to suppress the next moan that threatened to spill from his lips. With his internal energy flowing through the new pathways, the shaft of his cock was suddenly twice as sensitive. Thrice, even. It was a small wonder he didn’t blow his load then and there.

The character of Trevor’s internal energy had changed, too. In the past, it was strong and unyielding, a powerful river rushing through his body that could only be directed by sheer force of will. Now, it had become softer, more pliable.

With no small amount of reluctance, Trevor pulled his hand off his cock and pooled his qi in the middle of his palm. This served to manifest a visible aura that gradually spread over and engulfed his hand.

The aura that should have been a brilliant, brassy gold came out with more of a rose gold hue. The bright yellow tones were tinged with a hint of pink, but the color was far from the only thing that had changed.

The very appearance of the aura wrapped around Trevor’s hand had been altered as well. It used to be that the qi would form like armor around his body. When he manifested it around his hand, it would take the shape of a gauntlet made of forged dragon scales, solid as if it were a proper piece of plate armor.

Looking at the aura wrapped around his hand now, Trevor had no doubt that it would be just as defensive as before. Instead of looking like a metal gauntlet, however, the rose gold of his altered qi more closely resembled a padded glove than anything else. Moreover, instead of being solid like it used to be, there was an appearance of softness to the aura, a haziness that made it shimmer like a heat mirage.

The implications weren’t lost on Trevor. Mere days ago, he had been at odds with himself, with the things that he had allowed Chimera to do to him. His internal image of himself had clashed with the truth of what he had become.

Trevor wasn’t sure when, exactly, he had come to accept what Chimera had turned him into, but the glove around his hand proved his internal conflict had settled. Loath as he was to admit it, he was a slut now. Chimera had turned him into a cock-crazed fucktoy better off servicing men than playing a hero and he had allowed it to happen.

His old self might have been revolted by the sight of how far he had fallen, but it wasn’t like there was any way back for him. The damage had been done, and if he was being entirely honest, he wasn’t sure he would have changed anything, given the chance.

Trevor bit back a moan, his hole clenching tightly around his fingers. He’d never admitted to himself that he was happy with the way he was now, and the acknowledgment sent a frisson of pleasure through his body that nearly sent him over the edge.

Carefully, Trevor made his way back to the dojo. He forced himself to ignore the insistent need pulsing through him, and fortunately, he managed to slip inside without much incident. Marcus was the only one home, and he was in his room and well out of Trevor’s way.

Trevor’s hard cock led his way up the stairs, and he slipped into his room as quickly as he could. As soon as he was past the threshold, he locked the door behind him and threw himself into bed. He grabbed his cock and raised his legs into the air, moaning while he stroked himself and fingered his hole.

It was hard to imagine a time when Trevor had been so horny. It was almost worse than that first night when Chimera had dosed him. Strangely enough, he didn’t feel foggy or light-headed. If anything, his mind was oddly clear—as if he’d never been more sure of himself in his life.

“I’m a slut,” Trevor muttered to himself. He had never said it out loud, but the admission made his body flush with heat. His cock throbbed, and it was as if he’d opened the floodgates. Once he’d said the first thing, the rest tumbled out with relative ease. “I’m a whore!” he said, moaning as his cock strained in his grip.

It felt unreasonably good, admitting defeat. Trevor should have been mortified, but surrendering to the truth that he’d been well and truly beaten only made him hornier. “I want cock…” he moaned, his chest heaving with shallow, ragged breaths.

“I need cock…” Trevor gasped, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach as his hole clamped tight around his fingers.

From the moment he’d acquiesced to seeing Chimera on his own, he’d lost the war. Fighting a losing battle would have been nothing more than a waste of energy. Survival was the goal now, and the only way to do that was to accept that he was beaten—that he had been conquered.

Trevor moaned, his dick leaking a fresh gob of pre-cum over his knuckles. It felt surprisingly good to surrender; it was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Loath as Trevor was to admit it, it felt amazing to acknowledge that he had been bested—and by a criminal, no less. All the worry and anxiety that had been bound up inside him the whole time fell away, and he felt as if he could breathe easily for the first time in a while.

It was all that Trevor needed to take him over the edge. Embracing the fact that he’d been reduced into a pervert and a loser made him so fucking horny he couldn’t hold back. Not that he’d wanted to, anyway, and the fact that he was getting off on his own defeat only fed into the humiliation.

Trevor’s hole clamped around his fingers, jamming them together and pulsing around them as his cock swelled and spewed a thick, hot load of cum all over himself. His dick throbbed in his grip, rope after rope of sloppy jism draping across his chest and stomach.

He lay there, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath again. He felt the cum cooling on his rock-hard abs, and it only made him hornier. The only thing he could think of as he stared at the ceiling was how everything had changed ever since he met Chimera.

Well, maybe not everything. He was never going to be the person he used to be, but his responsibilities hadn’t changed. He still needed to be a parent, but the way that he was now, he would never be able to function as one.

Trevor knew he would never be able to hide his perversions forever. Chimera had trained him too well. His hole was too hungry. His cock was too horny. While he was happy to debase himself to support his family, he needed to keep up appearances if he wanted to keep his boys from repeating his mistakes. He needed help.

His spent cock twitched back to life. He had few resources, fewer options, and no one he could trust enough to help him out. All of which was to say that there was only one person who could help him: the very same one that had made him this way in the first place.

---

Trevor’s heart hammered in his chest as he walked up to the front of Chimera’s warehouse headquarters. He had no idea how today’s meeting was going to go, but he also knew that it was the only chance he would get to find a way to maintain some semblance of normalcy at home.

He had come as Golden Dragon tonight; it had only seemed right to come in his costume. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if he even deserved to wear it still. Given everything that had happened, given how far he had allowed himself to fall, it seemed a difficult argument to make that he was still a hero.

Trevor reached up and touched the mask that he wore over his eyes. The material was molded to the contours of his face, held on by technology that was beyond him. It was supposed to protect his identity and serve as a symbol of the justice that he was meant to uphold. Tonight, it felt like a lie.

On most occasions, Trevor wore an undershirt and a pair of briefs under his suit. Tonight was an exception. He’d felt overdressed, putting the suit on top of an undershirt, so he’d gone without, and in the place of briefs, he’d elected to wear a tight little thong.

It hadn’t been easy finding the right sort of underwear that would show off how much of a slut he had become. Despite everything he’d done in the past two weeks—despite becoming a literal porn star—his wardrobe choices remained rather limited. It just so happened that he knew where he could find the kind of clothes that would instantly brand him as some sort of cock-hungry whore: Marcus’ closet.

Trevor’s knees threatened to knock together as he waddled up the road to the front of the warehouse. While he didn’t think anyone had noticed the state he was in, anyone paying attention might have spotted the imprint in the seat of his pants.

He wasn’t sure what, exactly, had possessed him to take things this far, but it had felt right to leave home with a fat dildo buried in his asshole. The suction cup in the base made a faint circular impression in the fabric of his pants, while the string of his thong, which kept the dildo in place, split the circle near perfectly in half.

As much as there might have been a part of Trevor that still held on to the delusion that he was only doing this to attract Chimera’s attention, the plain truth was that he was whoring himself out. He was loath to admit it, but he knew it deep down. He was selling his body, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, he liked the way it made him feel.

Trevor eventually made his way up to the front door. The henchman standing guard outside was carrying a rifle that might have intimidated anyone else, but not Trevor. Despite having come unarmed, he didn’t feel the slightest bit threatened by the firearm.

“Now hang on,” said the guard when Trevor reached for the front door. “What makes you think I’m going to just let you waltz inside?” His face was hidden by the dark polyglass visor on his helmet, but from the way his head moved, it was pretty clear that he was looking Trevor up and down.

“You’re one of those heroes that likes to pretend you’re making this area safer, aren’t you?” said Chimera’s goon. “No fucking way you’re gonna be welcome in there. If you wanna get in, you’re gonna have to go through me.”

Trevor chewed on his lower lip. “I’m here to see Chimera,” he said.

The guard suddenly leaned forward, his head tilting to the side. He pulled back with a laugh and said, “Yo! No shit! Never thought I’d run into you here, bitch! Wouldn’t have thought the mighty Golden Dragon had such a perverted side to him.”

Trevor frowned. “I… don’t know you?” he said. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you in my life.”

Chimera’s goon chuckled. “Oh, you know me a hell of a lot better than most people do, bitch,” he said. “But I guess it’s fair that you don’t recognize me. My face was covered when we met, anyway.”

Grabbing his crotch, the man let out a derisive laugh. “I bet a slut like you never forgets a cock, though. Want a reminder where and how we met, bitch? Just get on your knees.”

Trevor was tempted to get sassy on the guard, but he figured it would be better not to resist. He was about to do as he had been told when the goon’s earpiece pinged.

The guard shook his head and sighed. “Well, looks like we can’t have our fun just yet. I’ve been told off for keeping the big boss waiting.”

Trevor hesitated. Was he sure this was what he wanted to do? Well, maybe it was a bit late to be regretting his choices now.

The guard reached over and pushed the door open. “Quit standing there like a gormless idiot, bitch. The big man wants you, so don’t fucking make him wait any longer than he needs to. You’re not gonna want to make him angry.”

“I-I’ll do that,” said Trevor, stepping through the threshold into the warehouse. The door slammed shut behind him with a clang that echoed across the warehouse floor, making him flinch.

---

Inside the warehouse was pitch black, but it didn’t bother Trevor. It took his eyes no more than half a minute to adjust to the darkness, and before long, he could just about make out the dim silhouettes of people standing around in the darkness.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, the loud unexpected clang of relays tripping made Trevor nearly jump out of his skin. The noise was all the warning that Trevor got before a pair of spotlights came on, shining down on a stage in the middle of the warehouse floor.

Chimera was onstage, dressed in his full suit, just like Trevor was. He was lounging in a high-backed chair that looked pretty much like a throne, except one that had a more futuristic aesthetic. He had one elbow braced against an armrest, his chin resting on his fist. He had one leg up, his foot perched on the edge of the seat, his other arm draped over the raised leg’s knee.

The visor of Chimera’s helmet was drawn over his face, the sleek black polyglass gleaming in the light. Even though Chimera’s expression was obscured, Trevor could still feel the smirk being directed at him. “I’ve been expecting you,” said Chimera, gesturing with his free hand for Trevor to approach.

“Honestly, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever show back up. You made me wait so long,” said Chimera with a laugh. “So you’ll forgive me for making a production of it—not that I think you’d mind having an audience, as I’m given to understand.”

Trevor flushed. He’d gone out of his way to ensure his anonymity while shooting porn, but he supposed it wasn’t much of a surprise that Chimera knew about his activities. He should have been mortified at being exposed—if Chimera could find his videos, then his sons probably could, too—but instead, the exposure made his cock throb against his leg.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” said Chimera, the sneer evident in his voice. “Or maybe… you’re just not used to having a speaking role beyond grunts and pathetic mewling while you get your back blown out.”

Chimera’s henchmen chuckled.

“You didn’t forget what we agreed on last time, did you?” said Chimera. “I told you that the next time you came here to see me, it would mean you’ve switched sides—that you’re acknowledging that you’re mine.”

Trevor swallowed the lump in his throat. “I-I didn’t,” he said, wishing that the words had come out more confidently. “A-and I came here anyway, even knowing that. I-I…”—he licked his lips—“I’m willing to do it. I’m willing to become yours. I just have one request.”

Chimera scoffed. His face wasn’t visible, but Trevor was pretty sure an eyebrow had just been cocked at him. “Do you really think you’re in any position to negotiate?” said Chimera. “You’re the one that came here of your own free will. You’ve placed yourself at my mercy of your own volition.”

The old Trevor would have balked at the way he was being treated, but there was nothing he could say to Chimera. It was true. He had come with no backup and no leverage. He’d told no one where he was going, and he’d left his communicator at home so his boys wouldn’t be able to track him.

“I-I know I have no real room to dictate how things will go… My body is all I have… A-and even that is pretty much already yours since I haven’t been able to stop thinking of your”—Trevor groaned under his breath, the image of Chimera’s cock flashing across his mind and making his own leak—“I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you.”

“Good that you know your place,” said Chimera with a laugh.

Trevor nodded. “I-I came here knowing what it meant. A-and I will give myself to you.” He seized at that little nugget of confidence that remained inside him. “But even if that’s the case, it will take time for me to trust you…”

He gulped audibly as he looked up at Chimera, sitting on his throne, his black polyglass visor rendering his expression inscrutable. “I-if you give me this, I’ll be your dog if you want it. I-I hope that my loyalty would be worth a tiny little favor, at least…”

Chimera chuckled. “Tell me what the favor is,” he said. “Then, I’ll think about it.”

Trevor felt an odd rush of gratitude, even though Chimera hadn’t committed to anything. Gods. It was pitiful how far he’d fallen. Mere weeks ago, he would have never settled for something so flimsy, and yet now he felt like a puppy with a treat at the prospect of having his request considered.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, Trevor didn’t question Chimera’s noncommittal answer. “You… You said there was no cure for the aphrodisiac—that I was going to be this way permanently…”

“That’s right,” said Chimera, leaning forward in his seat. “Are you saying you don’t believe me?” From the tone of his voice, it was almost as if he was challenging Trevor to say so.

Trevor shook his head. He didn’t want to antagonize the only person who could possibly have a solution for his predicament. “N-no! I… I don’t want to be cured anymore… B-but I can’t function with just how horny I am… I-I need to be able to work—to support myself!”

Chimera laughed. “Is that it?” he said. “That’s not my problem, though, is it? Besides, you’re doing porn. And as I understand it, you’re pretty popular. You should be making enough money for a single guy if you’re smart about how to spend it.”

Trevor flushed. “I-I’ve got other people who depend on me.”

Chimera paused for a moment and then motioned for Trevor to come up on stage. “Come up with a better excuse,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “Your roommates or pet hobos can probably take care of themselves.”

Trevor’s dick pulsed against his leg as he pulled himself up onto the stage. As soon as he was back on his feet, he shook his head and said, “I… I made a promise. I have a responsibility to them!”

“Interesting,” said Chimera. His visor was as impenetrable as ever, but the tone of his voice suggested that he was smirking underneath. “Who, exactly, are you talking about?”

Trevor’s blood ran cold. He realized he’d walked into a trap. He floundered for an excuse, his stomach twisting into knots at the thought of lying to Chimera. “I-I need the money for a friend’s kids,” he said.

Chimera clicked his tongue. He stood up and crossed the distance between him and Trevor. He grabbed Trevor by the chin, pulled him down, and said, “Don’t lie. The kids are yours, aren’t they?”

Trevor’s heart nearly stopped. In that singular moment, he realized that Chimera knew about his secret identity. He had hoped that the villain was just guessing, but something about Chimera’s tone suggested that he wasn’t.

“There’s four of them, right?” said Chimera. “And they mean the whole world to you.”

Trevor’s heart sank. His world crumbled. He had one responsibility: to protect his adoptive children, and he had failed even that.

Fatherly instinct gave Trevor the strength to resist everything that he had suffered so far, but only just. He shook his head in one last attempt to obfuscate, but the crisp smack of Chimera’s palm across his cheek put an end to that.

Chimera squeezed Trevor’s chin, his fingers digging into Trevor’s cheeks. “Don’t lie,” he said. “Bitches don’t lie. Not to their owners.”

Trevor gulped audibly, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. He didn’t fight when Chimera forced him to look out at the goons that had gathered to watch the spectacle.

“Go on, then,” said Chimera. “Tell the boys who you really are.”

Trevor pressed his lips together. His cock throbbed against his leg. The urge to confess the one secret he wasn’t supposed to tell at Chimera’s command rose within him like a rushing tide. “Please…” he said, his voice hoarse as he looked into the glossy polyglass of Chimera’s visor, “Please don’t make me do this.”

Chimera chuckled. He leaned in, his voice filtering through the helmet as he spoke into Trevor’s ear. “If you even want a chance to get what you’re asking for, you’re going to do this. You have no choice.”

Trevor was fucked. Chimera had him by the balls. He couldn’t protect his boys, not when the thing he needed to do so was in the hands of the person who was their biggest threat.

He could have tried to fight, but he would have only been wasting his energy if he had. Chimera had him beat, had him dead to rights. He was left with no option but to do his best to satisfy Chimera’s perverse agenda and hope that it would be enough to earn him some modicum of grace.

“A-alright,” said Trevor, his voice wavering as the enormity of what he was about to do settled on his shoulders like a lead weight. “You won. I’m beaten.”

At the admission, the front of Trevor’s pants got tighter. It was one thing to acknowledge that he had been conquered in private, and another thing entirely to say it in the face of the person who had defeated him. His cock was so hard he felt as if the slightest provocation would make him explode.

Chimera chuckled. “Face the crowd,” he said.

Trevor hesitated for only a moment before doing as he was told. He looked out over the crowd of henchmen, heat blooming across his cheeks. He was wearing his suit, the battle regalia that had served as his armor for all the years that he’d been protecting the neighborhood as Golden Dragon.

The suit resembled a martial arts uniform—a gi—but a more form-fitting and practical one. The white fabric was embroidered with golden accents. A pair of gold lung—Eastern Dragons—wound down the sleeves of the gi, while another pair climbed up along the edges of the seam that ran down the middle of his torso.

The suit was as much armor as a symbol of pride and hope for the people of the neighborhood, but the confidence and self-assuredness the costume usually gave Trevor was entirely absent. He felt naked before the hungry looks of Chimera’s henchmen. More than that, he felt as if he were disgracing the legacy of the costume simply by virtue of standing there in front of them all.

Chimera pulled away and walked back to his throne. He sat down, crossing his legs as he laughed and said, “You wrote something on your chest, didn’t you? I could smell the ink. Share. Show my boys what’s under there. Show us what you really are.”

Trevor’s face felt as if it might burst into flame at any moment. He slipped his hand under the seam that went over his chest. He grabbed both halves of his top, his heart thumping against his ribs. He didn’t know how Chimera could have smelled the ink that he’d used to write across his chest, but neither could he deny the truth of the criminal’s words.

He involuntarily pushed his chest out, his spine arching as he pulled his hands apart. The fabric of his suit parted around the thick slabs of meat welded onto his chest, his pecs heaving with every shallow, ragged breath that he took as he exposed what was written across his tits.

Chimera’s henchmen broke into a round of cheers, wolf whistles, jeers, and catcalls. Trevor felt hundreds of eyes riveted to his meaty pecs. He could feel their gazes tracing the black ink that spelled out “Slut” across his chest.

Despite himself, the hungry, lustful gazes of the men around the room were turning Trevor on. As he peeled his top off his body, exposing his broad, rounded shoulders, his rippling obliques, and his chiseled, cobbled abs, his dick got harder and harder.

Trevor couldn’t help but gyrate his hips, rolling his torso as if he were a stripper putting on a show. He couldn’t help himself, and the more that he exposed his skin, the louder the crowd got. “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!” Chimera’s men chanted, their voices reverberating from the walls of the warehouse.

“And you thought being a hero was your destiny,” Chimera scoffed. “I didn’t tell you to put on a show, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were born for this, bitch. You were always meant to be a cock-hungry slut, you just didn’t know it. Stop teasing and take that top off—and strip out of those pants while you’re at it.”

Trevor couldn’t help the moan that spilled from his lips. His cock throbbed, straining against his leg. His whole body flushed with heat from the humiliating, degrading comment that came from Chimera. It was almost unfair how good it felt to be talked down to like this.

He shucked the sleeves of his top off his arms, tossing it to the side, much to the delight of his audience. His hole clenched tight around the base of the dildo buried inside him as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pants, shimmying them down his legs.

This part of the show was more for Chimera’s benefit than for the audience’s. As Trevor hinged at the hips, his torso hid the tight little thong he was wearing from the audience. Chimera, who was directly behind him, was greeted to an entirely different view: Trevor’s cheeks parting as he bent further forward, exposing the base of the dildo buried in his asshole, and the string of the thong keeping it in place.

Chimera laughed. “I wish I could say I was surprised, but I knew you were a degenerate little cock-whore the moment I laid my eyes on you,” he said. “Take those pants off. Show my boys what you’re hiding.”

Trevor fought down a moan. He shoved his pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side. He stood back up at his full height, spreading his legs shoulder-width apart while folding his arms behind his head.

Presenting his body like this was one of the things he’d learned from doing porn. Not only did it show off his musculature, and the chiseled bulk of his body, it made sure he couldn’t hide anything from the audience.

Trevor’s fat cock tented out the pouch of the golden silk thong that he’d snatched out of Marcus’ closet. It was way too small, which meant that the last few inches of his piece were sticking out of the side of the thong, dripping pre-cum down his thigh for all of Chimera’s henchmen to see.

The men’s gazes were drawn to his body. He could feel them raking down his naked flesh, their eyes following the V of his Adonis Belt down to the straining meat of his fat cock.

A cheer thundered through the crowd as a glob of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock. It was strangely exhilarating and made him want to put on a proper show. He had never filmed a porno in front of a live studio audience, but this experience with Chimera’s henchmen was making him want to do so.

Chimera laughed. “Slut,” he said. “Deny that you love this as much as you want, but your body is more honest than your lips are ever going to be. Go on, push out that fat rubber cock that’s buried in your cunt. Don’t use your hands. Show us just how good that muscle pussy is.”

Trevor’s dick twitched. He didn’t even have to think twice about Chimera’s command, he just obeyed. He was supposed to be a hero, and here he was on stage in front of a criminal’s henchmen, being more a porn star than the protector of justice he had sworn to be.

He didn’t want to turn his back to the audience entirely since it would deprive Chimera of the view. He turned to the side, making it so the audience could see the base of the dildo pressing up against the string of his thong. He hinged forward at his hips, his spine arching involuntarily while he pushed his ass out at the same time.

The round of wolf-whistles and jeers that he earned for his slutty posing made his cock twitch, and the noise only got louder when he reached back to tug the thong string to the side.

A light swat landed across Trevor’s ass cheek—he hadn’t even noticed Chimera get up from his throne. “Good bitch,” said the criminal mastermind with a derisive laugh. “It was a good choice for you to go into porn. Regardless of natural talent, it’s important to receive a proper education, and you’re doing a great job learning how to properly entertain a man.”

Trevor flushed at the praise, his trembling hole clenching tight around the shaft of the rubber dildo that was only being held inside him by sheer force of will. He almost wanted Chimera to reach up and pat him on the head; it was pathetic.

“T-thank you, Sir!” said Trevor, his voice trembling as a frisson of pleasure shot through his body. He didn’t know why, but speaking deferentially to Chimera made him feel good.

Grunting and groaning, Trevor bore down on the dildo. He pushed against the thick rubber shaft with his insides. His cock twitched, spurting a string of pre-cum across his thigh as the thick vein on the underside of the dildo rubbed against his rim.

Fuck. Trevor could have sworn the dildo felt larger going out than it had going in. He could feel the rubber stretching out his hole, dragging the lips of his ass-pussy along with it.

Little by little, inch by inch, the dildo slipped out of his soft, pliable fuckhole. The crowd of Chimera’s goons cheered and cajoled louder and louder with every section of hard black silicone that slipped out of Trevor’s asshole.

When enough of the dildo had emerged, gravity took over, pulling down on the hefty rubber balls on the base of it. The silicone cock wrenched free with a lewd squelch before landing on the stage with a wet plop.

A roar of laughter erupted out of the audience, and when Trevor looked down between his legs, he saw why. The dildo had landed suction-cup down and was now quivering and bobbing comically, the large black rubber cock covered in a glistening layer of lube and ass juices right at the front of the stage.

Trevor flinched when Chimera grabbed him by the waist and forced him to turn his ass toward the audience. A gloved hand dipped into the cleft between his cheeks, one finger rubbing over the rim of his slightly gaped hole.

“Look at that sweet pussy,” Chimera said. “You heard our conversation earlier, right? You heard him say that he came to give himself up to me, right?”

The men cheered.

“Well, do you remember what I told you when you decided to join me? I take care of my people. I share what I have. Guess what that means?”

Trevor shivered. Surely, Chimera didn’t mean—

“This bitch might be mine, but all of you are more than welcome to take a crack at this hungry slut hole,” said Chimera. “Impress me, and I might even let you take him home for the night!”

Trevor’s cock throbbed.

“Just look at that muscle pussy. See how it tries to suck my finger in? This cunt was born to take cock, so we’re gonna make sure it gets what it needs.”

“C-Chimera, please…” Trevor groaned. He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for. Was he begging for an end to the humiliation? Was he begging for Chimera to bend him over and fuck him right then and there? His cock certainly preferred the latter option.

Chimera laughed as he grabbed Trevor by the shoulders and spun him around to face their audience. He pulled on Trevor, forcing him to straighten up before sliding his hands down along Trevor’s flanks.

Trevor flinched when Chimera’s fingers tightened around the straps of his thong. He could hear them creak as Chimera tugged on them, stretching them out until they were at their breaking point. Then, Chimera yanked, tearing the tiny scrap of fabric into worthless shreds.

With nothing to hold it back, Trevor’s fat cock flopped out in front of him as the tatters of his borrowed thong fluttered down onto the stage. His erection bobbed up and down between his legs, throbbing in betrayal of his arousal while also leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the stage.

The Golden Dragon suit used to project confidence, dignity, and authority. It stood as a symbol of hope, of protection. It demanded a certain sort of respect and reverence from those that saw it, from the regular people that lived in the neighborhood, to the petty criminals that tried to make trouble in the streets protected by Golden Dragon and his team.

The top lay crumpled somewhere on the stage that Trevor couldn’t see. The pants had been kicked off to the side. The only part of the costume that remained intact was the molded mask that went over his eyes, but he had already trampled any sort of respect that the suit might have once commanded.

Chimera grabbed Trevor by the jaw from behind. He forced him to raise his head—to look out across the audience. Seeing all those gazes fixed on him made Trevor’s cock throb.

“Remove your mask,” came the quiet command.

There was no force behind the words, no tacit threat, but Trevor didn’t even think for a moment before obeying. Maybe it was fatigue from having resisted in vain for so long, or maybe it was a way for him to acknowledge that he had willingly sold himself to Chimera, but either way, he reached up, grabbed a corner of the mask, and peeled it off his face.

It should have been unthinkable to do. A hero’s true identity was the most precious secret he could have, and it was all the more important for a vigilante like Trevor. But as he stood there with his face bare, his shame and perversion exposed to a warehouse full of a criminal mastermind’s henchmen, his cock throbbed. A frisson of pleasure worked its way through him, and all because he’d decided to obey Chimera’s command.

Trevor was fucked. His mind was screwed up. For all the mental discipline and strength of will he used to be so proud of, he had allowed Chimera to condition him into feeling pleasure from obedience.

“Tell everyone who you are,” said Chimera, his grip on Trevor’s jaw preventing him from turning his head or averting his gaze. “We’re all eager to hear it from your lips. We want to know the identity of the dumb wannabe-hero bitch who thought he could walk in here and challenge us. Tell us all just who we managed turned into a cock-guzzling faggot.”

Trevor’s cheeks flushed. Chimera’s comments made his cock strain. The henchmen were watching him, smirking up at him. They were looking at him expectantly, and despite his better judgment, he knew he was going to do exactly as Chimera had commanded.

He was exposed now, literally unmasked. There was no coming back from this. Even if he managed to stop himself from betraying his identity—from betraying his family—Chimera’s men knew his face, and they were bound to figure out just who he was.

Even as part of him wanted to stay quiet to protect his children, he was too horny to hold himself back. The best he could hope for was that Chimera would have mercy on them, but the more he thought about it, the more his cock swelled at the prospect of his boys joining him in his depravity.

It was an awful thing to think. It was perverse and degenerate, not to mention morally wrong, but Trevor couldn’t help but imagine his boys all serving Chimera alongside him, and it made him leak.

Trevor’s heart raced in his chest. A lifetime of hiding his identity made him not want to do this, but the compulsion to obey Chimera for the prospect of getting the villain’s dick was too strong. “I-I’m the hero you might know as Golden Dragon,” he started, his cock jumping as he approached the point of no return.

A rope of glistening pre-cum dribbled onto the stage in front of Trevor. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He couldn’t believe he was betraying the first rule of being a hero—of being a vigilante—but he couldn’t stop now. “But the truth is, I’m Trevor Chan! I’m the owner of the Iron Mountain Dojo!”

There was a round of cheers from the crowd. Their leering gazes made Trevor’s cock throb. The haze of arousal in his head had grown so thick he could barely think through it. Gulping down his trepidation, he continued, “I-I am also the father to four great young men. They are the heroes you know as Onyx Tortoise, Sapphire Dragon, Ruby Phoenix, and Opal Tiger.”

The dread that Trevor expected to feel as he betrayed his sons’ identities in addition to his own never came. Instead, he felt oddly elated. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his chest.

Trevor knew that he had just painted a target on his sons’ backs with his big mouth, but he didn’t feel even the slightest bit guilty about it. A moan bubbled out of him, his cock leaking profusely and standing straighter and harder than it had ever been.

He had just sealed his fate. He had surrendered to Chimera, sold himself into the service of a criminal for barely anything in return. More than that, he had doomed his sons. He had condemned them to share his fate.

Trevor should have been horrified at what he had done, but he didn’t think he’d ever been so turned on. All he could do was moan when Chimera grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back.

He shuffled backward as Chimera dragged him over to the throne. He didn’t resist in the slightest, and the faint pain of Chimera’s fingers tangled in his hair made his dick twitch.

A jolt went through him when Chimera yanked him down. Gravity took over, and he fell back, landing with his ass on Chimera’s lap with a grunt. It took a moment to register, but he realized with a start that Chimera had somehow gotten naked despite having both hands on him.

Before Trevor could even ask, Chimera was speaking into his ear. The faint muffling caused by the closed helmet that Chimera usually wore was gone, replaced by heat ghosting over the sensitive skin just behind Trevor’s ear. “Put your legs in the air,” said Chimera. “Show my boys that hungry pussy of yours.”

Trevor did as he was told, the flush spreading down his cheeks over his collarbones and over his shoulders. He didn’t even take a moment to think about what he was doing, his body moving before he could really process what was being asked of him.

There was a faint musky in the air. It filled his lungs, the scent intoxicating. The pleasant haze in his head grew thicker with every lungful, his thoughts slowing to a crawl as if they were wading through molasses.

Chimera laughed. “Didn’t I tell you we had nothing to worry about when we moved into this neighborhood?” he said.

Trevor knew the words weren’t directed at him. The moment he raised his legs into the air and put himself at Chimera’s mercy, he’d turned into a prop. The only reason he was significant was because Chimera wanted him to be. Outside of that, his presence didn’t matter.

Chimera’s hands wrapped around the backs of Trevor’s knees, his fingers digging into the meat of Trevor’s legs as he pulled back. “Look at him! Look at the hero you were all so fucking afraid of when we were first thinking about coming here!”

Trevor groaned. Chimera was folding him near in half. His hard cock and his winking asshole were exposed, proof positive of his depravity, of his fall from grace. He was nothing more than an exhibit right now, a symbol of Chimera’s cunning and power.

Scorn and mockery crept into Chimera’s voice as he continued with a laugh. He shook Trevor’s legs to emphasize his point. “Do you still think he’s intimidating? Look at this stupid, helpless, fuck-hungry cunt and tell me that this guy is still a threat!”

Trevor might have bristled at the insinuation that he was powerless, but it was true. He had the strength to resist, but he couldn’t muster the willpower to do so. What use were all his muscles if he couldn’t even fight back and win free of Chimera’s grip?

His iron discipline didn’t even matter. For all the mental training and meditation that he’d gone through as part of his martial arts, he couldn’t resist the allure of Chimera’s musk. The more that he breathed in the intoxicating, earthy aroma, the less he could think of anything besides Chimera’s cock rubbing up and down the cleft of his ass cheeks.

“I certainly hope this finally satisfies all of you doubters,” said Chimera. “As I promised, you only need to trust me and follow my orders and I will give you the world—no matter who they send after me.”

Chimera stood from his seat, carrying Trevor with surprising ease despite Trevor being easily twice his size and bulk. “Tell the boys what you are, Golden Dragon!” Chimera sneered, tightening his grip on the backs of Trevor’s knees as he raised Trevor higher.

With Trevor raised out of the way, Chimera’s cock found space to slip out of where it had been before, pinned between Trevor’s ass and Chimera’s stomach. Once it was free, Chimera angled his erection, making sure it was pointing straight up, right into the slight gape of Trevor’s muscle cunt.

Without so much as a warning, Chimera dropped Trevor onto his cock. At the same time, he snapped his hips upward. The result was toe-curling pleasure that ripped a hoarse, desperate cry out of Trevor.

In a single, brutal motion, Trevor found himself impaled on Chimera’s fat cock. His spine arched, pushing his wobbling, heaving chest into the air. The word “slut” written in black ink across his pecs seemed to grow darker and more prominent with every ragged breath.

“I’m a slut!” Trevor moaned, the words spilling from his lips before he could even try to hold them back. “I’m a desperate, fuck-hungry, perverted whore! I need cock inside me!”

Chimera laughed. “You hear that, boys?” he said, pulling Trevor partway off his cock by raising him into the air yet again. “The mighty Golden Dragon”—Chimera said the words with mocking disdain—“Protector of the neighborhood, pillar of the community, owner of the Iron Mountain Dojo, is nothing but a fucking slut!”

“Whose slut are you, cunt?!” Chimera bellowed. He wrapped his arms around Trevor’s legs, then locked his hands behind the nape of Trevor’s neck. He pinned Trevor into a full-Nelson that felt almost impossible to break out of, and then bounced the bitch on his fat cock for all his henchmen to see.

Trevor mewled as Chimera’s cock rearranged his guts. This position was unlike anything he’d experienced before. Chimera was going deeper and pounding him harder than he had ever been.

The humiliation of being fucked in such an undignified position was almost too much. His cock bobbed up and down with every bounce, flinging ropes of glistening pre-cum through the air. The fact this was happening in front of an audience made him a hundred times hornier, pushing him right up against the edge.

Trevor tossed his head back, lewd squelching filling the air as Chimera continued to fuck him. His hole clamped tight around the considerable girth of the criminal’s fat cock. He couldn’t have held back, even had he wanted to. He bellowed at the top of his lungs, “I’m your slut, Chimera!”

Held aloft as he was in Chimera’s arms, Trevor couldn’t do much more than to buck his hips against the thrusts, driving Chimera’s fat cock deep inside his fuckhole. So he did that. He gyrated his hips. He made his cock dance and wobble. He fucked himself on Chimera’s cock almost as much as Chimera was fucking him.

Desperate pleas spilled from Trevor’s lips. “More. Please! Harder! Fuck my hole! Break my pussy!” he begged, his babbling growing increasingly nonsensical as he got closer and closer to the point of no return.

Trevor wanted more. He needed more. He didn’t even care that he was destroying his own reputation in front of Chimera’s henchmen. The image of him being a righteous and intimidating defender of justice wasn’t as important as Chimera’s cock jackhammering into his hole.

Unbidden, the words of the guard posted outside the warehouse came to the fore of Trevor’s mind. “I bet a slut like you never forgets a cock.” The phrase bounces around in his head, echoing and reverberating, filling his thoughts.

Suddenly, Trevor realized that he knew the cock that was pumping in and out of him. He’d felt it inside him before, and not just that other time that he’d come to the warehouse.

Trevor’s eyes fluttered. A hoarse moan tore free from his throat. The final piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. His defeat had been inevitable from the beginning. He could never have hoped to win. He had invited his own downfall into his home, and he had no one to blame for his plummet into depravity but himself.

Peter had been Chimera all along, and now that he had a foothold in the Chan household, it was only a matter of time before Trevor’s kids succumbed to Chimera’s schemes, too.

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The last dregs of resistance still stubbornly clinging to the old Trevor crumbled away. Trevor threw his head back, unleashing a full-throated moan. “I’m your slut, Chimera! I’m your slut! Please! More! Harder! Fuck me harder! Breed my eager muscle cunt!”

“Good boy,” Chimera growled under his voice.

Trevor got exactly what he asked for. Chimera slam-fucked him, those narrow hips smacking into the meat of his ass over and over again.

His feet bounced with every violent thrust, his toes curled from the pleasure. His cock flopped about from the force of Chimera’s dick jackhammering into him, arcs of glistening pre-cum twisting through the air with every thrust.

“I’m gonna come,” Chimera hissed into Trevor’s ear. “I’m gonna breed your pathetic, desperate hole. I’m gonna knock you up and flood your guts with my superior seed. But you’re not going to bust your nut until I tell you to.”

The denial was a mind-fuck. Trevor had been so close to coming himself, his balls drawn up against his body and churning with the fat load that had been brewing in his sack all day. At Chimera’s words, though, he was pulled back from the edge. Not far, but just enough to make sure that he wouldn’t spill over.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” Trevor moaned, his hips wiggling desperately as he tried and failed to reach the release that every cell in his body cried for. “Please, Sir! Fuck me. Fill me up. Breed me! Please!”

“Hungry bitch,” Chimera laughed. He raised Trevor as high as he could while keeping Trevor stretched around his cock. Then he dropped him on his cock one last time, his hips rushing up to meet Trevor’s ass.

Trevor’s spine arched. He felt Chimera’s fat cock swell and throb and pulse inside him. A raw, desperate moan ripped from his throat as he felt the first molten hot shot of jism painting his inner walls white, his thighs shaking with every pump of the fat nut that Chimera was unleashing inside him.

Chimera’s orgasm went on for the better part of a minute, and by the time that it was done, Trevor felt almost bloated by the sheer volume. Chimera’s enormous cock slipped out of Trevor’s hole with a wet squelch, and the pink, fucked-out rim of Trevor’s muscle-cunt oozed white from the creampie he had just been given.

Without warning, Chimera turned around and dropped Trevor against the throne. Trevor’s knees landed on the seat. His cheek slammed against the backrest. All the strength had deserted Trevor’s body, so there was little more he could do than lean against the chair.

Trevor’s breaths were ragged and shallow, his considerable chest heaving with every inhale and exhale. He felt empty now that Chimera’s cock had slipped out of him. His asshole felt cavernous, a yawning, gaping maw desperate to be fucked and filled.

The sensation of a glass phial being pressed against his lips gave Trevor a bit of a start. He didn’t resist, though, obediently guzzling down every last drop of the faintly sweet fluid inside the phial.

He would have looked over his shoulder, but Chimera just grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved his face against the backrest of the throne. “That’s the antidote, if you were wondering,” said Chimera. “But it’s only ever going to last a few hours. Enough time for you to get some work done and make some money, but no more than that.”

Trevor nodded. He understood the implication. He gulped down the last few drops of the concoction, the viscous antidote sliding down the back of his throat.

His past self might have asked questions about the “antidote,” but he couldn’t even bring himself to imagine that Chimera was lying to him. Of course, the criminal mastermind had every right to bullshit at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to question it.

Trevor accepted that Chimera had just fed him the antidote at face value. It didn’t even matter if it was a fake. Either way, he was sure Chimera was just tying him to the syndicate. The “antidote”, if that was truly what it was, was just another chain making sure he didn’t stray back to old habits.

Chimera laughed. “That’s right,” he said, “You’re going to have to see me every day if you want to keep up appearances for your sons.”

Trevor shivered. He was so fucked.

As the antidote settled into his stomach, Trevor felt the grip of his overwhelming horniness loosen. The arousal was still there, but thankfully, it wasn’t as all-consuming as before. He could actually think, for once. His head was actually clear.

Trevor thought that the lucidity might bring on crushing guilt, but it didn’t. Clearly, he was too far gone. Chimera and his poison had changed things, awakened desires in Trevor that would never go back in the box.

There wasn’t a single ounce of remorse in Trevor. He felt no hint of regret, even though in the back of his mind, he knew he should have some sense of shame for what he had done. Maybe it was better this way, though. It was certainly easier.

Trevor’s cock throbbed. Even if the overwhelming arousal had subsided, his libido hadn’t vanished altogether. He was horny still. It just wasn’t off the charts like before. The sense of satisfaction he felt as Chimera’s cum trickled down the inside of his thighs remained intact.

Chimera chuckled. He nipped at the nape of Trevor’s neck. It was an intimate gesture, and something the old Trevor would have been disgusted to receive from another man. Not this time, though. Chimera’s teeth grazing his skin sent a shiver down his spine, a frisson of need and want going straight to his cock.

“Do you know why I gave you the antidote just now?” said Chimera, his voice low.

Trevor shook his head. “N-no, Sir.”

Chimera smirked. “It’s because I wanted you to give yourself up to me of your own free will,” he said, his breath hot and tingly against the back of Trevor’s ear. “I want you, in full possession of your faculties, to surrender your mind, body, and soul to me.”

Trevor fought back the urge to moan. His cock throbbed harder than ever, pre-cum dripping along the underside.

“Oh, and just in case it didn’t get through that slutty little head of yours, my little gang? We’re tight. Family, pretty much. ‘Mi casa es su casa’ and all that.” Chimera laughed, his voice dark and rich with danger that sent a shiver of desire down Trevor’s spine. “When you sell yourself to me, well…you’ll be selling yourself to my entire gang.”

Trevor had already surmised as much, but hearing it all laid out in explicit terms made him shiver. He should have dreaded the prospect of becoming a bitch for Chimera’s gang, but the idea only made him hotter. Anticipation filled him, his dick straining and dripping pre-cum all over the stage in front of him.

His mind was clearer than it had been in weeks. He knew exactly what lay in store for him if he surrendered to Chimera the way the villain wanted. He could have escaped if he wanted to, used every ounce of strength in his body and every scrap of training and skill he’d earned from years of practicing martial arts to fight free of the warehouse, but he didn’t. If anything, the only notable thing he did was spread his legs further and arch his back.

Chimera laughed. “Go on, then,” he said. “Tell the boys what you really want. They’ve been working so hard to get us set up here. Don’t you think they deserve a break? Don’t you think they deserve to blow off some steam with an eager, desperate little slut?”

Trevor shivered when Chimera reached around and grabbed him by the jaw. The words that followed were spoken right into his ear, Chimera’s breath hot against the side of his neck. “And when you’re done with all of that, we can have a little talk later on about the other young men of the Chan household, yeah?”

Chimera had twisted and perverted Trevor into something unrecognizable. He wasn’t the person he used to be—he would never again be the hero he once was. It should have been disturbing, unsettling to see how far he had fallen, but thinking about how much he had succumbed to depravity and perversion only made his cock hotter.

Trevor didn’t feel the slightest bit of regret for what he had allowed Chimera to turn him into. Indeed, despite the clarity that the antidote had granted him, the only thing he could think of was the train of cocks that were going to plunder his asshole the moment he pledged his loyalty to Chimera.

He leaned forward, practically pressing his chest against the backrest of the throne. He pushed his hips back, bucking his ass into the air. The thick load that Chimera had left inside him bubbled and spluttered out of his abused hole, streaks of white cum dripping down the inside of his thighs.

“I’m yours, Chimera!” Trevor moaned, the last dregs of who he used to be crumbling into dust. “I’m yours! I live for your cock! I’ll do anything you want as long as you fuck me and fill me up! Please! Breed my slutty hole!”

“And what about my men?” said Chimera with a laugh.

“They can use me too, Sir!” Trevor moaned, shaking his ass in a desperate display of how much he needed cock inside him right now. “I’ll be the gang bitch! I’ll be your cum rag and cock socket. I don’t care. I’ll be anything you want me to be as long as you fuck me!”