Golden sunlight streaming through the blinds and falling across Marcus’ face should have been the ideal way to wake up. Today, it was nothing short of torment.

Marcus raised his arm over his eyes to block the sunlight and squinted as he looked around. He was home. Somehow.

God. His head was pounding. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a bad hangover. He usually didn’t get them at all unless he drank enough alcohol to kill a rhino twice over. But he was pretty sure he hadn’t had that much.

Marcus rolled over onto his side, half-expecting to find Liam in bed with him, but he was alone. Not that it was much of a surprise. His bed was barely large enough for him as it was, much less a whole other person.

It took a moment to register through the pounding headache, but Marcus realized he was hard. It was the morning wood to end all morning wood, and it demanded attention, throbbing needily as the head brushed against his blanket.

Marcus threw the blanket off his body. He was completely naked underneath. He wasn’t sure if that was the way he came home last night, or if someone had stripped him before putting him to bed, but either way, there was no sign of the clothes he’d worn to the club last night.

His attention was drawn to his erection. He was decently endowed at just over six inches, at least usually. The more he stared at his hard cock, the more he was convinced it was bigger and harder than it had ever been.

Marcus tilted his head back and moaned. This was impossible. How was he supposed to do anything if he was always this horny? Looking back at his cock, he was just in time to watch as a glob of pre-cum dripped from his erection. He shivered as he felt it roll down the underside of his shaft.

It was impossible to resist. However hard he tried. He knew he should probably have more self-control than he was demonstrating, but he didn’t really want to resist, which was the main issue.

Marcus wrapped his fingers around the girth of his cock. His head—the one on his shoulders, not the one between his legs—throbbed painfully. He didn’t know why he was feeling so crappy this morning. He must have had something strong. Usually, his advanced healing factor would burn through alcohol in a flash and dissipate any hangover in just a few minutes.

Not that the pain dissuaded him, though. He chewed his lower lip as he stroked his cock. He eased his legs apart, bucking his hips to the rhythm. He fucked his cock slowly to start with, taking the time to really focus on and savor the delicious friction as his shaft slid through his encircled fingers.

Pushing aside the pain, Marcus tried to recall the events of the previous evening. There had been a contest. He’d won it. He vaguely recalled giving the performance of his life.

The most vivid thing he remembered about that night was just how intoxicating it was to have all those eyes on him. The performance itself was a bit blurry in his mind, which was a shame, but he didn’t think he’d ever felt so empowered by a crowd.

Marcus licked his lips. He closed his eyes. He visualized the night, using the same techniques Trevor had taught him to use for training purposes. And suddenly it was as if he was back there, on stage again.

He imagined the warm sunlight on his skin as the hot spotlights trained on him. He flushed as he looked out across the crowd. He’d seen Trevor, hadn’t he? In the back. Watching him. Hungrily taking in every motion of his body.

Marcus remembered now. He’d gone into a sort of flow state after that. He’d danced his ass off, seducing every single man in the bar with his moves. Loath as he was to admit that he’d let himself go so low, he remembered that the only man he was interested in seducing at the moment was his own adoptive father.

“I’m so fucked,” he muttered to himself. It was wrong, dirty, and perverse. He shouldn’t have been lusting after the man who took him in and raised him. But he just couldn’t help himself. Trevor was just too fucking attractive.

A pulse of pain between his eyes was the distraction Marcus needed. He forced his mind to other things. He had to figure out why he was having such a bad hangover.

After the competition, he’d gone to sit at the bar. They’d given him a trophy and a cash prize. He wasn’t sure where either was, but now wasn’t the time to be distracted.

Liam had been there.

Liam. Marcus moaned. They’d had drinks together. And then he’d had Liam. They’d fucked right there. In front of the bar. He’d sat himself on Liam’s fat cock without an ounce of shame, much to the delight of the other patrons.

He slid his other hand down the front of his body and between his legs. His cock jumped as his fingers brushed over his swollen rim. There was cum still leaking out of him—Liam must have given his hole a thorough workout last night.

Marcus licked his lips. He remembered being fucked up against a wall at one point. He didn’t think his feet had been touching the ground. He savored the memory for a moment before pulling his hand back to tweak a nipple instead.

As he humped his hand, more memories returned. He got home because Liam had helped him home. The cash and trophy were in his gym bag. The only thing he had on was his jockstrap when Liam dropped him off.

Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. He’d run into someone when he got home. For a moment, he couldn’t remember who. And then it hit him. It had been Trevor.

A long, low moan spilled from Marcus’ lips. His cock jumped. His dad had stayed up waiting for him. And all he’d been wearing was his jockstrap. And if he was still leaking cum now, he must have been dripping last night.

It was mortifying to think his dad had caught him looking so debauched and indecent. He imagined Trevor would have been disappointed. He expected he was due for a lecture at any moment now.

But Marcus realized that Liam hadn’t seen him to his room at all. Trevor had brought him to bed. Trevor had stripped him down. And the one thing he could vividly recall about it was the sensation of Trevor’s calloused fingers gently caressing his body.

Marcus’ eyes widened. His legs tensed. His balls churned. He didn’t know if he was remembering what happened next, or if it was just something he dreamed up while he was half-asleep, but he distinctly remembered Trevor teasing his cock.

Trevor had traced a finger along the underside of Marcus’ cock. He’d told him how he was such a good boy. He’d praised him for bringing home such a handsome lad.

The mere recollection was enough to bring Marcus to the edge. His heels dug into the mattress. His back arched off the bed. He tightened his grip on his nipple and yanked as he furiously pumped his fist up and down the length of his cock.

A desperate moan escaped Marcus as his balls pulled up against his body. His toes curled. His body shook. He stroked himself a few more times, the pleasure building until finally, finally he spilled off the edge and came.

The orgasm slammed into Marcus so hard that the first spurt sailed right over his head to splatter against the headboard of his bed.

---

Post-nut clarity hit Marcus like a truck. He shuddered as his cock burped out one last dollop of cum. He felt more lucid than he had in days, and the fact that he’d let things go so far suddenly felt wrong on a fundamental, instinctive level.

But then again, that was kind of what made it hot. There was something irresistible about the taboo. He was clearer-minded than he had been in days, but there was still a part of him that lusted after his own dad.

Marcus sat up, perhaps a bit too quickly. His head throbbed in protest. Massaging his temples, he quickly decided that he did not, in fact, miss having hangovers at all.

With a grunt, Marcus folded his legs under him and took the lotus position. He straightened his back and placed his hands on his lap. He interlaced his fingers, putting his thumbs together to form a teardrop shape in the space between them.

It was the first time Marcus had tried meditating with a fresh load dripping down his body, but it felt surprisingly good. Good enough that his spent cock was starting to stir again.

Before the horniness could return in full and ruin his concentration, Marcus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If his passive healing wasn’t going to get rid of his headache, he’d just have to use his powers to do it.

He circulated his internal energy throughout his body, carefully regulating his breathing to help facilitate the process. It was meant to accelerate his healing factor and cycle impurities out of his body, but it wasn’t working nearly as well as he would have hoped.

There weren’t any major blockages to the motion of Marcus’ Qi through the channels in his body, but the flow was turbulent. It took more concentration and more effort to get things to flow the way he wanted, but it still worked, at least.

After a few minutes, Marcus’ hangover began to subside. Any aches and pains he felt from the previous night faded. The only place he didn’t want to recover so quickly was his ass. He wanted to keep the feeling of being well-fucked for just a little bit longer.

Once he was satisfied with the way he was feeling, Marcus stopped. He was horny, but not so horny he couldn’t think. He’d remembered something else about last night that he hadn’t bothered to investigate despite his gut telling him he should.

While Marcus didn’t have the luxury to keep up with the latest developments in the scene, he was pretty suspicious about the strange vapes that he’d seen last night. He hadn’t been in much of a headspace to look into things then, but he was pretty sure that it deserved some investigation, at least.

He was sure the vapes were new. He would have noticed them during his last visit if they weren’t. They must have cropped up at some point within the last two weeks, which conveniently coincided with the arrival of Chimera on the scene.

Marcus was sure. The vapes weren’t just vapes. They were part of some sort of plot. He didn’t know what was afoot or why, but he remembered very well how inhaling a cloud of vapor second-hand had made him feel.

It was powerful stuff. It had filled his head with cotton. It had made his cock throb. There was probably an aphrodisiac of some description involved, or at least a stimulant. Those things were a concern in and of themselves, but there was every chance that they were being cut with something more dangerous, something less-regulated.

Marcus was also fairly sure that Darwin was involved in the distribution. A club like his would make for a great place to get the product out onto the streets. But was that really the kind of business that Darwin would get involved in? He didn’t know.

The man had never struck him as particularly unscrupulous. Creepy and pervy, maybe, but not criminal. It wasn’t like cash-only transactions were rare in this part of town. But Marcus couldn’t shake the feeling that the guys Darwin was dealing with were bad news.

Marcus needed to get to the bottom of things. He had to figure out what the vapes were and, if possible, what they contained, who exactly Darwin was having shady dealings with, and whether the two were related. He wasn’t a betting man, but he was willing to put his money on yes.

The question was how he would carry out his investigation. He could always sneak in after hours, but he didn’t know if that would be effective. The best time to snoop would be during regular hours, especially since Darwin hadn’t even seemed concerned about making transactions while the club was still open.

However he sliced it, Marcus could think of only one way to make sure that he was getting accurate information. He needed to infiltrate the club. It would mean getting a job there but, luckily for him, last night had given him the perfect opportunity.

Marcus grimaced. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be working under Darwin, but Liam was going to be there with him too. That would at least make things more bearable.

---

“I knew you’d be back,” said Darwin. He was using one of those vapes as he sat back and kicked his feet onto his desk. “I’m a pretty good judge of character, you know? Some guys just need a little push to let their inner sluts out.”

Marcus forced a small smile.

Darwin waved the vape pen at Marcus. “You, you’re going to be an A-grade whore. You’re gonna bring me a lot of money.”

“I’ll try my best,” said Marcus. His undercover investigation aside, he wasn’t particularly thrilled about the working conditions. Darwin was hiring him, but there wasn’t going to be a paper trail. There was no contract. Just a handshake agreement.

Marcus wasn’t going to complain about the money, but the pay was minimum wage plus tips. Everything would be paid under the table in cash at the end of every night. The arrangement was rife for exploitation.

“It’s not like the job’s hard,” Darwin sneered. “All you have to do is sell your body to the poor, desperate motherfuckers that come in to see my boys.”

His eyes hungrily raked over Marcus’ body. “Just dance. Shake your ass. Rub up against them. I’m sure you’ll be good with that.”

Marcus shuddered. Darwin was just looking at him and yet he felt as if the older man’s gaze was leaving a disgusting oily film on his body.

“One thing, though. Do you have any strong opinions?” said Darwin.

“I-I guess it depends. Opinions about what?” said Marcus.

Darwin waved his hand. “Doesn’t matter. If you have any strong opinions about anything, leave them at the door. You’re here to be seen, not heard, understood?”

Marcus blinked. Not that Darwin seemed to care he hadn’t responded.

“You’re being hired for your body, not your brains.” Darwin looked pointedly at Marcus and laughed. “Not that sluts like you have anything important to say, anyway.”

Marcus wasn’t the kind of guy to let himself be insulted with impunity, but he swallowed his pride. He had an investigation to conduct. And while he would never admit it, part of him was kind of turned on by the casual disrespect.

“Honestly,” Darwin motioned with his vape pen toward Marcus. “You shouldn’t have gone through the trouble of dressing up. The clean-cut look is nice. But it’s a waste of time for a whore to try to look respectable. Unless that suit’s tear-away, don’t bother next time, alright?”

Marcus bristled. He’d come with the expectation that there would be an employee interview. That was the only reason he’d dressed up. The insult bruised his pride—he was more than a whore—but at the same time, it made his cock twitch.

“I just thought it would be the respectful thing to do. I wanted to show that I took this seriously. I didn’t want to insult you by coming in looking like a slob,” said Marcus.

“That. Don’t do that,” said Darwin.

Marcus was puzzled. “Come in looking like a slob?” He thought that went without saying.

“No. No. The other thing. You thought. Don’t do that. Sluts don’t think, dumbass,” said Darwin.

Marcus tried not to frown. “A-ah. Of course. Of course.”

“Besides. This is a nightclub, not some fancy Fortune 500 company. If you wanna suck up, there’s different ways a guy like you can score points with the boss.” Darwin waggled his eyebrows. “Your greatest asset is your body. Forget about trying to look respectable or qualified. You should focus on being as appealing as possible and selling yourself for the highest price.”

Marcus gave Darwin a bit of a forced smile. “Thank you for the advice. I’ll keep that in mind the next time I apply for a job.”

There was a dangerous glint in Darwin’s eye as he laughed. “I doubt there’ll be one of those.”

“Those?”

“A next time,” said Darwin. “I told you. I’m a great judge of character. You’re gonna love it here. Everyone does. This is where you were meant to be, you know. This is your destiny. To be a piece of meat that’s just there for men to enjoy.”

Marcus wasn’t convinced. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud. He was certain the turnover was high. Especially if Darwin treated prospective employees like this. He could only imagine how Darwin acted around the guys who had been at the club for a while.

“We’ll see what the future holds, I suppose,” said Marcus. “Um. Thank you for the opportunity, though. When do you think I could start?”

---

If there was one thing Marcus could give kudos to Darwin for, it was his straightforwardness. He was lucky he came prepared today because Darwin said he was starting tonight.

He didn’t know why he expected he’d be getting any sort of training. The fact there wasn’t a contract for him to sign should have been his first indication that this wasn’t a place that adhered to employment standards.

Marcus wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to be starting. He’d signed up to be a dancer, but he didn’t know what the protocol was—if there even was one.

He figured getting changed was a good place to start. He didn’t think there was a dress code, as he’d never noted one from the dancers he’d seen on previous visits. But maybe there was a uniform, and he just wasn’t aware.

Marcus sighed. He should have asked. Though he doubted that Darwin would have been much help to him.

He at least had experience to fall back on. He’d been to the club before. He’d seen the boys dancing. The role wasn’t entirely alien to him. As far as a dress code was concerned, he was pretty sure he’d seen boys wear practically nothing and not get reprimanded for it, so there was a good chance he was in the clear.

Marcus took a deep breath to calm his nerves and stripped out of the suit he’d worn to his “interview” with Darwin. He imagined what it must have looked like, him stripping out of a suit in a changing room for whores and go-go boys. He was lucky he was alone.

The downside was that he wouldn’t get to talk to any of the boys while getting changed. But that was to be expected. The club wasn’t going to be open for another hour or two. On the plus side, it made for the perfect opportunity to snoop around.

The lockers in the changing room weren’t the most secure. Most didn’t even have any locks. Marcus stowed his things in an empty one and changed into an outfit for the evening.

It was a similar get-up to what he’d worn for the competition, except the jockstrap wasn’t sequined, and instead of a crop top, he was wearing a harness. When he was finished, he placed his bag in the locker and closed the door.

Marcus took a look around to make sure he was alone and did a quick sweep for cameras. When he was satisfied that no one was keeping an eye on him, he went through the other lockers, taking extra care not to disturb anything.

He wanted to leave as little evidence of tampering as possible. Just in case. If nothing else, he didn’t want to give his new coworkers any reason to think he had sticky fingers.

Marcus didn’t see much that was helpful for his investigation, but he did notice that there were an awful lot of sex toys in the locker room. It was weird that they were just left in the lockers. It didn’t really make much sense, unless…

Heat blossomed across Marcus’ cheeks. It was possible that the club dancers had sex in the changing room. It was filthy and perverse, but he was kind of into it. It certainly explained why the place was squeaky clean. If they did have massive orgies in the locker rooms and the place wasn’t cleaned up, it would have probably looked and smelled much like a pigsty. He doubted Darwin would have minded, though.

Marcus shook his head. He had to focus. He could think about possibly joining in on a go-go boy orgy some other time. Right now, he needed to get to the bottom of those weird vapes.

As it happened, Marcus happened upon a pair in one of the lockers. He grabbed one and quickly stowed it in his bag. He didn’t know what he was going to do with it just yet, but having a specimen was better than having nothing. Maybe he could meet with one of his chemist friends and have them analyze the contents of the vape cartridges.

Marcus shut his locker just in time for one of the other boys to come in.

“Oh, hey there, handsome. You’re not gonna be joining us tonight, are you?” said the guy. He was a cute little twink with rose gold highlights in his hair.

“I promise I’m not lost,” Marcus laughed.

“Skylar,” said the twink as he held out his hand.

Marcus shook it.

“I saw your performance last night. It was A-maz-ing!” said Skylar in a sing-song voice.

“Marcus. And thanks! It felt amazing up there,” said Marcus. “And well, I might not be physically lost, but I’m not sure what I should be doing.”

Skylar looked Marcus up and down. He placed his hands on his hips and smirked. “You’re doing one thing right,” he said. Then, he pulled down his tiny short shorts right in front of Marcus, showing off that he was wearing an even tinier pink thong underneath. “Just let loose and dance your cute little ass off and the tips will follow.”

---

The music was thumping. Marcus could feel it pumping in his veins. He could feel the bass vibrating in his bones.

He was on top of the bar. His arms were in the air. He was thrusting his hips to make his package bounce and loving every moment.

Marcus couldn’t hear himself think through the music. The deep bass roar drowned everything else out. The steady, relentless beat had replaced the thrumming of his pulse.

But it didn’t matter. He didn’t need to think. As Skylar had put it, all he needed to do was dance his cute little ass off, and damn if it didn’t feel good to do just that.

The thin haze of purple mist from last night seemed to be a little thicker tonight. Marcus’ head was near-engulfed in it as the patrons watching him dance were using those weird vapes—almost to a man.

He’d tried not to breathe the vapors in at the start of the night, but he’d long since given up. It wasn’t worth the effort, and trying to expel the weird substance from his body by circulating his Qi had only put him out of time with the music, so he’d stopped.

Every breath filled Marcus’ lungs with more of that strangely familiar scent. Every breath made his head just a bit hazier. Not that he cared. He was having the time of his life. The patrons loved him. And every time he shook his hips, he would rustle from the sheer number of dollar bills pressed against his body by his jockstrap’s straps.

For a few glorious hours, all thoughts of the investigation he was supposed to be undertaking flew right out of his head. He reveled in the attention. The feeling of those worshipful gazes hungrily drinking in every movement of his body was nearly as good as sex.

Marcus was well aware that he was an attractive man, a desirable man, but he had never been vain about it. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t loving the adoration. This was something he could get used to.

When the music stopped and the patrons started to filter out, Marcus was almost disappointed. He jumped down from the bar and landed lightly on his feet. Even though he’d been dancing for hours, he didn’t feel the slightest bit tired. If anything, he felt more energetic than he had been at the start of the night.

He could practically feel the sexual energy buzzing under his skin. If this was the way the other go-go boys felt after their shift, it was no surprise they had orgies in the changing rooms. He was ready to get railed, as it was.

Looking around, Marcus hoped to find Liam. Instead of the bouncer, though, it was one of the other boys that approached him. It was Skylar again.

“I knew they’d love you,” said Skylar, running his fingers through the wads of cash that had been stuffed into Marcus’ jockstrap.

A small smirk tugged at Skylar’s lips as he gently caressed the tent in the pouch of Marcus’ jock. “I get how you must be feeling. I’m always all horned up when I’m done,” he said.

Marcus didn’t resist when Skylar grabbed him by the wrist. Nor did he refrain from copping a feel when the twink brought his hand to his crotch. “Nice,” he said.

Skylar winked. “Better put your money away before you go looking for dick, though. You never know. Someone might have sticky fingers. And not in the good way.”

---

The changing room was chaotic when Marcus and Skylar arrived. There were half a dozen go-go boys inside. Not a one was wearing any clothes.

One was desperately riding a dildo on a bench. Another was using a locker door to fuck himself with a dildo. Two were sharing a double-ended dildo nearby. One was in a crab position while the last was pulling a string of extra-large anal beads out of his ass.

Skylar walked over to his locker, gingerly stepping over some of the guys that were in the way. He had made out much less lucratively than Marcus, but before doing anything else, he quickly stuffed the bills in his underwear into his bag. After that, he stripped down to nothing but his shoes.

He grinned at Marcus as he reached into his locker to grab a vibrator. “We all do this to blow off some steam,” he explained. “The ones that don’t get booked for private sessions, anyway. You’re more than welcome to join.”

Marcus licked his lips. He was sorely tempted. If he’d known this was the way things went, he’d have brought some toys of his own. But in the back of his mind, he wondered if he hadn’t already wasted enough time.

He was supposed to be investigating. He couldn’t linger around just because he was horny. Although, then again, maybe this was an opportunity to build rapport with the other boys. If he could get them to talk, it would save him an awful lot of effort.

As Skylar had advised, Marcus took care of his takings for the night first. He pulled out every last dollar bill in his jockstrap and stuffed it all in his bag.

He was about to take Skylar up on his offer when there was a knock on the changing room door. None of the boys seemed to pay any heed as it opened, but all their eyes swung that way when it revealed Liam standing just outside.

Liam’s gaze quickly honed in on Marcus. “I was hoping I’d be able to get some time with you,” he said.

Marcus looked at Skylar.

Skylar rolled his eyes. “Go for it. Bouncer McStudmuffin is only the most desirable hunk on staff. The other boys would kill to get his attention.”

Marcus could feel the envious looks on him. Instead of feeling even the slightest bit bad about it, he instead felt a sense of smug satisfaction. “I’m good to go?” he said.

Skylar waved him off. “Get that dick, babe. And then tell us all about it.”