Marcus was finding it difficult not to be distracted by Liam. He was all horned up. He wanted nothing more than to get fucked. But he had a mission.

He wished his mind wasn’t so clear. Part of him wished he was back on the bar, dancing to the music, his head filled with a haze of lust. It was so much easier when he didn’t have to be responsible, when he could just be his slutty, overly sexual self.

Marcus knew that something shady and probably dangerous was going down at the club, though. It was his duty as a “hero” to investigate and put a stop to it if it was bad. But he almost wished he didn’t have the self-control or discipline to stay on task. He wished he didn’t have such a strong sense of duty that stopped him from slacking off.

“What’s on your mind?” said Liam. He was clearly interested in doing something with Marcus, but to his credit, he wasn’t singularly focused on that. “I didn’t expect you’d take Darwin up on his offer. I know he’s pretty off-putting. I hope talking to him one-on-one didn’t change your impressions about this place.”

Marcus chuckled. “He wasn’t exactly pleasant,” he admitted. “But I’m not so thin-skinned I’d let that creep get to me, you know? I’ve dealt with worse. He wasn’t hateful, at least.”

Something occurred to him. “You know, now that I think about it, Darwin’s really just your average sleazy middle-aged guy. It’s just that while most of them are pretty bad with women, his misogyny is directed at boys like me and the others.”

Liam chuckled. “That’s a relief. I enjoy having you around. I wouldn’t be very happy if Darwin managed to scare you off.”

Marcus chuckled. As he looked up at Liam, he realized that he could probably get some information out of him if he asked. “Hey… You’ve worked for Darwin for a while… What’s it like? Is he really like that all the time with everyone?”

Liam laughed. He scratched the side of his neck and shook his head. “All the time,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong. He’s harmless. But he’s got no filter. He’s creepy, but it’s honestly just talk. Best to ignore it since he’d never act on anything he says.”

Marcus nodded, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hey, have you ever noticed anything shady going down here?”

Liam looked at Marcus. It was a look of such disbelief Marcus was concerned he’d grown a second head all of a sudden. “What do you think?” said Liam, a smile tugging at his lips as he quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay. Fair enough. I’d still like to know for sure, though,” said Marcus. “Ever see any drug deals?”

Liam snorted. “Probably half the guys that come in are hopped up on Ecstasy… Why are you asking all these questions? You’re not a cop, are you? You know you have to say if you’re a cop.”

It was Marcus’ turn to snort derisively. “Hah. Hell, no,” he said. He honestly didn’t know how Tristan could stand to be friendly with pigs. It was a useful source of intel but he just couldn’t see the appeal beyond that.

Marcus elbowed Liam. “You know that’s not true, right?”

Liam chuckled. “I know. I just always wanted to say that.”

“You’re welcome,” said Marcus. “Anyway, I was just curious, I guess. I heard this is the kind of place where backroom deals happen.”

“A lot of things happen in the backrooms, Marcus. I think you of all people would know,” said Liam with a laugh. “Anyway, it’s best if you don’t repeat these questions with anyone else. Just keep your head down. You were hired to dance and show off your sexy little body. Just focus on making money for the club. Best you don’t pry into things.”

As if Liam’s earlier words weren’t already enough, Marcus took the advice as a tacit admission that shady shit did happen at the club. Which wasn’t much of a surprise now that he’d actually talked to Darwin. Still, the confirmation was useful.

As they were passing by one of the hallways in the back of the building, Marcus’ superhuman hearing picked up on something strange. He couldn’t characterize them, but they were out-of-place enough that he felt compelled to investigate.

He couldn’t slip away, though. Not since Liam was with him. But he had an idea for how he might get away with it.

Marcus practically threw himself at Liam. His hard cock pressed up against Liam’s thigh. “I’ve been horny all night, you know,” he said in a low, sultry voice. “I think I need this again,” he added as he reached around to grope Liam’s bulge.

Liam grinned. “I was starting to wonder if you’d ever ask.”

“Ever done it in a supply closet?” said Marcus.

Liam smirked. “Pretty tame as far as places I’ve fucked guys before go.”

Marcus cocked an eyebrow. “Well, my apologies, Mr. Risk-taker. It’s not tame for me, though. Come on.” He grabbed Liam by the wrist and dragged him down the corridor.

“Wait,” said Liam, half-heartedly pulling against Marcus. “This isn’t… There’s no supply closets down this way!”

Marcus pretended not to hear. He instead focused on finding the source of the noises. The closer they got, the more he was able to make out what he was hearing: guys moaning.

When they got to the source of the noise, Marcus threw the door open and walked in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw what was inside.

“I told you this wasn’t the right—” Liam walked into Marcus as he followed him into the room. He didn’t continue, shocked into silence by the same sight that had given Marcus pause.

The room was a little theater of sorts. There were around two dozen guys inside. Every last one was naked. But none of that was particularly surprising, considering where they were.

The difference was that the air was thick with the distinctive scent of the vapes that Marcus had been seeing around the club so much. There was a dense purple haze just hanging over the entire theater.

Oddly enough, no one seemed to notice as Marcus and Liam came in. All the men were watching the film playing on the screen. Well, film was a bit of a generous term. It was more of an amateur video, the kind of thing a vlogger with a decently good sense of production value might upload to his channel.

There was a man on the screen. He was lounging in a fairly comfortable armchair. He had his vape in one hand and his cock in the other. He was wearing a helmet to obscure his face, but he was pretty goddamn jacked.

Somehow, the guy was familiar to Marcus, but he couldn’t put a finger on why. He could have sworn he’d seen that body before, but it was getting harder and harder to think the more time he and Liam spent in the room.

A male voice filtered in through the sound system, but it wasn’t the guy on the screen. The voice was low and seductive, sending a shiver down Marcus’ spine. “Take a puff of your VNM.”

The men in the theater—and the one on-screen—took up their vapes. A faint purple glow lit up the haze as the vapes lit up.

The voice sounded almost amused. “Hold it. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Breathe out.”

The purple glow vanished. The haze in the air grew thicker. A low sigh laden with pleasure and relief washed over the audience.

“Did it feel good?”

The guy on-screen and all the other men in the theater nodded. “Yes, Sir,” they answered. “It feels good, Sir,” they responded in such perfect unison it was creepy.

“VNM feels good,” said the voice.

“VNM feels good, Sir,” said the men in kind. The “call and response” was eerie. The men enraptured by the screen were acting like robots.

“VNM makes your penises feel good,” said the voice.

“VNM makes our penises feel good, Sir!” said the men, an undercurrent of need in their voices.

“You love VNM.”

“We love VNM, Sir!” said the men. They sounded near-ecstatic as they repeated the words.

“VNM makes you horny.”

“VNM makes us horny, Sir!” said the men with utter conviction.

In contrast, the voice remained even. It wasn’t dispassionate, but it kept its typical rhythm. There was a hint of excitement in the words, but nothing more than a hint. “You can’t live without VNM.”

The men grinned. They held their vapes up to the screen. “We can’t live without VNM, Sir!” they said emphatically.

Liam was the first to break free of the spell. “Holy shit,” he said.

Marcus glanced at Liam, eyes wide. “What the fuck am I looking at?”

Liam shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s probably a kink thing? Guys with a brainwashing fetish? Man, I don’t want to know if I’m wrong. I don’t think we’re meant to be here.”

Marcus wasn’t convinced about the kink theory. The brainwashing part was more believable. The whole setup just felt too real to be a kink thing, which was just all the more reason to suspect the vapes.

His head was getting fuzzy just breathing in the second-hand vapors. He couldn’t imagine just how much more potent direct doses were going to be.

“We should go,” said Liam. He was the one to grab Marcus’ wrist, this time. “We’re lucky Darwin’s too cheap to install security cameras because we’d be in deep shit otherwise. I think this is one of those things we’re not supposed to ask questions about.”

Marcus would have agreed, but before he could say anything, he picked up on the sound of approaching footsteps. Whoever it was, was talking, probably on the phone.

He realized a moment later who it was. “Oh shit. Code red.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Liam.

Marcus clapped a hand over Liam’s mouth. “It’s Darwin. He’s coming this way.”

Liam pulled Marcus’ hand off his mouth. “Fuck. We need to get out of here.”

Marcus peeked out of the door. Darwin, thankfully, didn’t notice. He could probably get away without being seen, but Liam wouldn’t make it. Besides, he didn’t want to expose his abilities, so he’d have to think of another way.

“Not enough time,” said Marcus. He closed the door as soundlessly as he could. They were lucky the hinges were well-maintained. “We have to hide.”

Liam looked around. “Where?!” he said in a hush.

Marcus tugged Liam against the wall next to the door. Liam looked skeptical, but Marcus just hissed, “Do you have any better ideas?”

Liam shook his head. “What if Darwin comes in?” he said.

“Let’s hope he’s not so paranoid that he looks behind the door,” said Marcus.

Liam looked over his shoulder at the screen. The haze in the air was getting thicker as the men repeated the voice’s weird affirmations. “Man, I don’t want to be hotboxed by gods-know-what.”

Marcus was starting to feel it, if he was being honest. Between the adrenaline pumping in his veins and his frantic circulation of his internal energy, he was managing to hold out, but he didn’t think he’d last for much longer.

“It’s okay,” said Marcus. “It’ll just be a few minutes. I’ve been breathing it all night. It just makes you horny. I mean, you’re not telling me you haven’t tried it before, right? You work here.”

Liam looked into Marcus’ eyes. “There’s a reason I try to stay outside as much as I can.”

“Too late now,” said Marcus. Darwin was just a few feet from the door.

“This is such a bad idea…” Liam muttered as he pressed his body up against Marcus, pinning him against the wall next to the door.

“Shh,” said Marcus. He tried to eavesdrop on the conversation Darwin was having. The man was just outside, close enough for Marcus to make out what was being said.

“It’s proving very effective,” said Darwin.

Marcus had a few guesses about what “it” was. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite make out what the person on the other end of the call was saying.

“It’s honestly better than expected. The new stuff is well worth it. This month is going to be the best we’ve had in years…” Darwin trailed off. Then he laughed and continued. “Yeah, even considering the price of the supply. Although… Would it hurt to ask for a discount? I mean, I’m buying in bulk, after all…”

Marcus had been trying to hold his breath, but he couldn’t any longer. His lungs were burning. He sucked in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the haze in the air.

The VNM haze was so thick, the effect on Marcus was almost instantaneous. It took every ounce of willpower he had to stifle the moan that threatened to spill out of him.

“I was just joking,” said Darwin. His tone suggested that he wasn’t, though. Not entirely. “Eh. Worth a shot. I wouldn’t dream of crossing you, Sir.”

Marcus squeezed Liam’s wrist. His head was getting hazy. His cock was rock hard. It was getting more and more difficult to focus on the conversation taking place just outside.

His breath caught in his throat as Darwin turned toward the door. His whole body tensed. He was ready to fight if he had to. He could probably knock Darwin out fast enough not to raise any alarms. If he managed that, then he and Liam would be able to get away without being noticed.

The doorknob rattled softly as Darwin grabbed hold of it. Marcus tensed, ready to attack. But Liam had other plans.

Marcus bit back a moan as Liam’s free hand wandered down his back to grab at his ass. “He’s still out there, Liam!” he hissed under his breath.

Whatever else he might have had to say was muffled by Liam placing his other hand over Marcus’ mouth. He was grinning. His eyes had taken on a faint purple haze. “Shh. I just… I can’t resist any longer, Marcus. You’re driving me fucking crazy,” Liam hissed under his breath.

“Are we still on for the exchange?” said Darwin.

Liam flipped Marcus around and pushed him up against the wall. He kept his hand firmly placed over Marcus’ mouth. The hand that had been groping Marcus’ ass slipped two fingers into his eager hole.

Thankfully, the moan that spilled out of Marcus was muffled by Liam’s hand.

“Yeah. The stuff sold out faster than we expected. I’ve definitely got the funds for extra, now,” said Darwin. He laughed at the response from the person he was talking to. “Do you maybe want to talk about distribution rights?”

Marcus was slipping. His thoughts were slowing. He could barely pay attention to Darwin when Liam was expertly mashing fingers into his prostate.

“Okay, okay. I’m just saying. I’m pretty sure I could move more product if I had the authorization,” said Darwin. “Yeah. I understand that. Okay. I’ll try to be patient, then.”

There was a pause.

“Yeah. That time works for me. Just come around the back. I’ll make sure the place is secure.” Darwin chuckled. “No, no, it’s a pleasure doing business with you. Okay. Take care.”

The last thing Marcus was aware of was Darwin releasing the doorknob and walking away. The relief he felt was enough to bring down the rest of his resistance.

He took another deep breath. The haze gripped his mind. His thoughts scattered into static as the intoxicating fumes of the VNM filled his lungs.

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Blending into the shadows was a simple matter. Marcus wasn’t the best at using the stealth arts, but he was good enough that most people wouldn’t notice, even with the faint turbulence that he felt in his Qi. It was after-hours by now, anyway, and the last of the patrons had already cleared out.

He was wearing his Sapphire Dragon suit. It was pretty comfortable, and it helped with blending in. More importantly, if he did end up getting discovered, it was better to be suited up and disguised. The last thing he wanted was to blow his cover.

The suit fabric hugged his body in all the right spots. While the fit was usually a good thing, it posed a bit of a problem right now. He was horny from inhaling so much VNM secondhand through the night. It meant there was a very prominent outline of an erection pressed up against his thigh.

It wasn’t so much that his bulge looked obscene as a result, but rather the fact that every movement made his dick rub against the fabric. It was making it difficult to concentrate on maintaining his cover, especially as his cock head was feeling particularly sensitive after a patron had insisted on polishing it.

Marcus pushed the thoughts away. He had a mission. He had to stay on task. He was skulking around because he intended to disrupt Darwin’s plans.

He couldn’t shake his bad feeling about VNM. He didn’t have proof yet, but he was certain the vapes were far from simply recreational. He was still deeply disturbed by what he and Liam had accidentally stumbled on, though he would be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him turned on by the whole twisted setup.

As much as he wanted to believe Liam’s theory about the whole thing—that it was just a kink, nothing as nefarious as he was suspecting—he just couldn’t shake the feeling. And his instincts had been rarely wrong about this sort of thing.

Besides, Marcus vaguely remembered what had happened last night. It was sheer dumb luck that Darwin hadn’t walked in on them. Neither he nor Liam had managed to resist the VNM. Neither of them had been in any shape to hide or escape.

He bit back a moan. He was fuzzy on the details of what happened, but his body remembered. His ass still ached. Liam had fucked him well and good under the influence of the VNM. And with the drug pumping in their veins, it had felt a hundred times better than any other time they’d fucked.

That was the problem, Marcus supposed. VNM made sex feel so good that sex without it seemed almost lackluster. It was way too strong to be innocent. Not to mention that it had had such an incredible effect on him and Liam, despite their exposure being second-hand. He doubted a direct dose would be any less potent.

Hell, there was a part of Marcus that already missed the VNM. Jerking off in the morning after he woke up had felt like a chore. But it wasn’t just the haze of lust and arousal that descended that felt good. The way it made his head pleasantly foggy was addictive, too.

He had enough to worry about in the day-to-day. Being able to just shirk those responsibilities off his shoulders with a single lungful of VNM was a joy unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Marcus was loath to admit it, but he was partly hooked already. Indirect exposure had already developed minor symptoms of dependency in him. He didn’t even want to think about what a direct dose would do.

More worryingly, the drug seemed to have some hypnotic properties, too. He didn’t remember much about what happened to him and Liam after Darwin left, but he faintly recalled that he and Liam had started repeating after the voice on the video playing for the theater while they were fucking.

Marcus could still remember the words. They were echoing in his head. He’d dreamed that he was one of the men in the theater seats, robotically responding to the voice.

It was why he couldn’t discount the possibility that VNM was just a stepping stone. It was the perfect tool for mass suggestion. If it spread, there was every chance that it could be used to create an army of VNM addicts brainwashed into doing the villain’s bidding.

Before Marcus could speculate any further, he noticed Darwin. He crept closer to listen.

“Clear out,” said Darwin. “I don’t want a single soul to be in the building by the top of the hour. Do you understand?”

The bartender that Darwin had been speaking to nodded. “Yes, boss. Of course,” he said.

It didn’t take more than a few minutes for the whole club to be deserted. News traveled fast.

Marcus pressed himself flat against the wall to further diminish his presence. He watched Darwin closely. This was a critical point. He couldn’t afford to be reckless.

Darwin walked around, checking to make sure no one else was in the building. He walked past Marcus a few times but never seemed to notice Marcus was there. Good. The stealth arts were working.

When Darwin made for the rear of the building, Marcus followed. Darwin stopped by one of the backdoors. It was the one close to the stockroom. There, he waited until there was a soft knock on the door.

Darwin opened the door and three men stepped inside.

Marcus tensed. He recognized the leader, even if only vaguely. His memory from the evening was fuzzy—thanks in no small part to the poison that had nearly killed him—but he was pretty sure the man in front wearing the ornate helmet was the criminal Chimera.

A chill ran down Marcus’ spine. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so afraid. There was no reason for him to be. Chimera wasn’t physically imposing. His build was slender. His posture was maybe pretty good, but it didn’t suggest that he was a good fighter in any way.

As long as Marcus didn’t get caught off-guard like last time, he could probably break the guy in half if he had to. And yet, for some reason, there was that fear in the pit of his stomach. It felt instinctual.

Maybe it was trauma from nearly dying to Chimera’s poison. But it didn’t feel like a trauma response. It felt more fundamental, more primal. It was as if the animal part of his brain was just utterly terrified of Chimera for some reason.

Marcus did his best to restrain the panic rising in his throat. He’d realized what the sensation was. He could feel danger radiating off Chimera. It was Chimera’s very presence that made him feel as if he were a bunny rabbit hiding from a predator. Worse yet, it was messing with the flow of his internal energy.

“I’m sorry for the delay,” said Darwin. “It took some time to get everyone out.”

Chimera shrugged dismissively. “It’s your money, not mine. As long as the product’s getting out, I don’t care.”

Darwin nodded. It was weird to see him bowing and scraping. He seemed downright affable to Chimera. “The club burned through all the new units and refills in two hours.”

“That’s promising,” said Chimera. “Do you have the money?”

Darwin nodded. “Stock room,” he said, fishing a key out of his pocket.

As this was going on, Marcus realized that Chimera and his two henchmen were the men who had come to the club the other night. Which meant he’d seen Chimera’s face.

He wracked his brain, trying to remember. He couldn’t bring up the image of Chimera’s face, however hard he tried. He just knew that Chimera had looked familiar to him, for some reason.

Darwin had opened the door to the stockroom while Marcus was trying to figure out Chimera’s civilian identity. Chimera was about to follow behind him when he stopped.

Chimera looked to the side. Although the dark polyglass of his visor hid his face, Marcus could feel that the villain was looking him straight in the eye.

Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. The flow of his Qi fluctuated. His stealth arts faltered for a moment, but he managed to recover. He hoped it was enough.

“I thought I was very clear about making sure you were alone,” said Chimera without taking his eyes off Marcus.

“I… am alone?” said Darwin.

Chimera laughed. “You just think that. We have a rat.”

Marcus cursed under his breath. He didn’t know how Chimera spotted him. Not even infrared vision should have been able to detect him through his stealth arts. But that was a question for later.

He could try to run away, but he felt as if this would be his only chance to put a stop to this operation. He was still feeling nervous and jumpy around Chimera, but this was something he had to face. He took a breath to steel his nerves as he stepped out of the shadows.

“What do you think you’re doing?” said Marcus. He’d brought the vape that he’d stolen from the changing room. He held it up. “I heard some new drug was going around. Pretty bold of you to do this in the open when this place is under my protection.”

Chimera laughed. “I didn’t realize the cops had started dressing like comic book characters,” he said.

Marcus bristled. His displeasure at being compared to a cop must have been prominent as it brought a smirk to Chimera’s lips. “You can say whatever you want, but I won’t let you exploit the people of this neighborhood. I’m going to put a stop to this tonight.”

Chimera chuckled. He didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed by Marcus’ threats. Marcus, on the other hand, felt as if his stomach was twisting into knots.

“I’d like to see you try,” said Chimera. “I imagine you remember what happened the last time we tussled.”

Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. He fought the apprehension and dread rising up inside him. “I was surprised last time. It won’t work on me this time.”

Chimera jutted his chin toward Marcus. His two henchmen pulled out batons that began to crackle with electricity.

Marcus dropped into a stance and beckoned for them to come at him. The men had been approaching menacingly until Marcus issued his challenge. After that, they charged.

The discipline was surprising. Both men seemed to know what they were doing. They weren’t just throwing themselves at Marcus. They were fighting as a team.

But the henchmen lacked Marcus’ experience. He swiftly took care of both. He managed to get one to shock himself, sending him to the ground. The other one was taken down by a swift kick to the side of the head.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” said Marcus.

“You didn’t think it would really be that easy, did you?” said Chimera.

“I know your tricks. They won’t work this time. I’m ready for them,” said Marcus. “I’ll finish this here. Tonight.”

Chimera laughed. He blocked Marcus’ attack with ease. “But we haven’t known each other for very long. How are you so sure you’ve seen all of my tricks?” he said. Instead of counterattacking, he just slammed the palm of his hand into Marcus’ chest.

Marcus stumbled a few steps back. He was somewhat stunned by the sudden turnaround. His attack had been blocked—and with perfect form at that.

No. Marcus didn’t believe it was anything more than a fluke. He charged forward again, but to no avail. Chimera just blocked him and shoved him back. It was as if he wasn’t even fighting seriously.

Marcus was shaken. Clearly, a frontal attack wasn’t going to work. He circulated his Qi. His internal energy was still in flux, but he had enough control that he could force it to behave.

The floor cracked and buckled. Vines shot out of the ground toward Chimera. Although there was real force and momentum behind each of the sharp vines shooting up from the floor, Chimera blocked them with ease, knocking each one aside.

“Surprised?” said Chimera.

“I don’t know what kind of deal with the devil you made, but I haven’t even gone all out yet. I was serious when I said I was going to take you down tonight,” said Marcus.

Chimera chuckled. “Catch!” He pitched the vape cartridge at Marcus with such force that Marcus’ instincts forced him to move before he could even process that it might be a trap.

Marcus caught the vape. He was surprised at just how hard Chimera had thrown it. He looked at the narrow black rectangle but took a moment to realize that something was flashing.

He tried to throw the vape away. It was too late. The thing exploded, showering him with fragments of plastic. More importantly, the contents of the cartridge were scattered into a fine mist right in front of Marcus’ face.

Marcus was so preoccupied not breathing in the mist that he didn’t notice Chimera rushing up to him. Before he could react, the villain’s fist slammed right into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Reflexively, Marcus gasped. He sucked air into his lungs and, along with it, the atomized contents of the vape cartridge.

He’d been concerned about the potency of a direct dose of VNM before. He was about to discover, firsthand, what it would feel like to ingest every dose in a VNM cartridge at once.

The effects were immediate. Marcus sagged against the closest wall. His knees buckled. His eyes went wide, his pupils blown. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and it was getting harder and harder to think with every moment that passed.

Chimera walked over casually. He easily deflected the half-hearted punch Marcus tried to throw his way from the floor. He crouched down and laughed at Marcus’ futile attempts to fend him off.

Marcus sucked in a sharp breath as Chimera placed a hand over the bulge in his suit. “If you know what’s good for you, stay out of my way,” he said.

“Y-you won’t get away with this…” Marcus grunted, his cock pulsing against the warmth of Chimera’s hand. “I-I won’t let you.”

Chimera chuckled. “You make it sound like I want to take over the neighborhood. All I want is a steady stream of money. That’s all this is.”

He patted the side of Marcus’ face. “Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s going to be much less inconvenient for you if you just let me do what I have to.”

Marcus tried and failed to fight a moan as Chimera squeezed his cock. “I-I’ll find a way to stop you…”

Chimera sighed and shook his head. “You’re wasting your energy, Sapphire Dragon,” he said. “I get what I want one way or another. Just stop fighting. You’ll have much more fun if you just give in and enjoy the VNM.”

Marcus couldn’t hold on any longer. His brain was turning to mush. A low moan escaped him. When Chimera pulled away, he didn’t even bother chasing after him. His cock demanded all his attention.

He slipped a hand into his pants and grabbed his cock. He fished it out and stared at it. Just having fingers wrapped around his girth felt so good.

Chimera’s words echoed in Marcus’ head. He’d have so much more fun if he just gave in to the VNM. He believed it. He knew it to be true.

Marcus was only vaguely aware as Chimera and Darwin continued their deal off to the side. They didn’t pay him any heed, either. It was as if he wasn’t even there. For some reason, that made his cock throb.

He moved his hand up and down his shaft. He couldn’t bear not to play with himself any longer. His cock was his world. His world was his cock. It was the only thing that mattered and it felt so, so good to surrender and give in to the pleasure.