Marcus was a bit of a wreck. He was struggling to think straight. He’d come into this so confident, but now, he wasn’t so sure.

He was at the club again, but he wasn’t even sure what he was doing back there. Maybe because he technically worked there now. Maybe there wasn’t a written contract, but he’d shaken Darwin’s hand and his word was his bond.

He had a strong sense of duty and it didn’t feel right skipping out, even if he felt out of sorts. It wasn’t like he was bedridden, and whatever he had, he doubted it was communicable, anyway.

Marcus was in the middle of changing for his evening shift. He’d been standing in front of his open locker for ten minutes. The only thing he’d managed to accomplish was taking off his shirt and pants, but he’d done that a while ago.

His mind kept wandering back to what had happened last night. He’d lost fights before. Failure wasn’t a new experience. Usually, he’d just pick himself back up and throw himself into training to make sure he didn’t make the same mistakes, but this was the first time he’d been defeated so thoroughly by someone that wasn’t his dad.

Marcus kept trying to figure out what had gone wrong. There had to have been something he could have done differently. No matter how deeply he considered it, the conclusion was always the same: his defeat was inevitable.

Maybe he could have kept his distance. Maybe he could have stayed hidden. The thing was, he hadn’t given himself away. Chimera had noticed his presence. Besides, his goal had been to stop the transaction. Avoiding the confrontation would have been a failure, too.

Marcus had to admit it. There was nothing he could have done. Chimera spotted him. Chimera blocked all his attacks. In the end, what did him in was something unconscious—an instinctive reaction honed by countless hours of training.

Chimera had exploited his instincts. He’d been played like a fiddle. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He’d lost wholly and completely. He just hadn’t been good enough to come out on top.

And to make matters worse, Marcus had defeated himself. Chimera might have caused his failure, but it was his own weak will that took him down. It was really kind of pathetic, now that he thought about it.

He used to pride himself on having strong mental discipline and fortitude. More than that, one of his powers was his accelerated healing factor. He didn’t get drunk. He didn’t get high. And yet, one dose of VNM, and he was out of it.

Marcus’ memory of what happened after Chimera dozed off was a bit blurry, but he retained enough to be vaguely aware of what had transpired. Just thinking about it made his whole body tingle.

He’d been so fucking horny after getting dosed with VNM last night. He only remembered bits and pieces, but he must have spent hours slumped against a wall in the back of the club, furiously jerking his cock like a loser.

Marcus chewed on his lower lip and fought the urge to moan. His body didn’t even have the decency to leave him with a raw cock after he spent hours stroking himself silly.

He was afraid of what would happen if he ever got dosed again. He’d probably do the same as last night—if not worse. The worst part was how good it had felt. If it had hurt, he might have had reason to stop or at least hesitate, but all he’d felt was pleasure while he slid his hand up and down his length.

Marcus didn’t know how he was going to survive this. A big part of him wanted a repeat. That was the problem. He’d always had a high sex drive. He’d always been pretty kinky.

He hadn’t thought that he’d sunk to such a perverse low that part of him secretly wanted to be dosed with powerful aphrodisiacs by a villain, but here he was. The mere prospect of losing his mind to another dose of VNM had him hard.

Marcus took a breath. If he worked anywhere else, there might have been complaints about the tent he was sporting in his underwear, but no one was going to bat an eye at his hard-on here.

He wasn’t sure what his next steps were supposed to be, but there was one thing he knew for sure: he didn’t want to make much of a stir. Until he’d figured out a plan, he had to keep his head down and just get through the day.

Sudden awareness of another person entering his space startled Marcus out of his thoughts. He hadn’t even noticed anyone approaching him. A pair of arms wrapped around his waist and at first he thought it was Liam, but they were far too skinny for it to be the bouncer.

It took Marcus only a moment to recognize that it was actually Skylar. The twink pressed his body up against Marcus’ back. “You know, I’m a bottom through and through but if you’re going to keep showing off this fat ass”—Skylar ground the pouch of his thong against one of Marcus’ ass cheeks—“Even I might be tempted to take advantage.”

Marcus flushed. He’d been so out of it he forgot he was wearing a jockstrap, so when he felt Skylar’s bulge rubbing the bare skin of his ass, he very nearly moaned. It also meant he’d been standing in front of his locker, just staring into space with his ass hanging out of his jockstrap for the last ten minutes for everyone to see.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Just had something on my mind…”

Skylar chuckled. One of his hands drifted lower down Marcus’ torso, his slender fingers stroking the tented outline of Marcus’ erection. Since he was holding two VNM vapes—one in either hand—Marcus felt the hard plastic cartridge through the fabric and it made his cock throb.

“I’d pay good money to see what you have on your mind,” said Skylar, still playing with Marcus’ cock. “I have my guesses, though. It’s probably something long, hard, and perfectly juicy.”

“N-no, that’s not it…”

Skylar chuckled. “No need to hide it. We’re all friends here. And besides, there’s no use denying it. The evidence is pretty clear,” he said as he continued to grope Marcus through his jockstrap.

Marcus tried to bite back the moan that threatened to spill from him. He wasn’t entirely successful. Enough slipped out that Skylar noticed.

“No wonder Liam likes you so much,” said Skylar, an unfamiliar gravelly edge to his voice. “Those little noises you make. Ugh. Fuck.” He rubbed his fingers up and down along the sides of the outline of Marcus’ cock.

“Honestly, that thing you’ve got on your mind, it’s been in all our minds at some point, too,” said Skylar. “It’s not that difficult to imagine. That bouncer uniform doesn’t do much to hide it when the big guy’s horny.”

Marcus moaned again, this time a bit less restrained. His ears felt hot as he blushed. “I-I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” he said.

“Oh, I think you do,” said Skylar with a laugh. “I wonder… Have you taken it already? Does it feel as good as I think it does?”

“T-that’s none of your business,” Marcus mumbled, not wanting to admit that he did know what Liam’s cock looked like, and that he had already had it inside him.

“Slut,” said Skylar. Marcus could practically hear the pout in Skylar’s voice. “Come on, sis. Spill the tea. We’re all just curious about it. None of us are gonna go after your man. I swear. Girl scout’s honor.”

At no point did Skylar let up on Marcus’ cock even a little. If it was intended as a way to get him to soften up, it was working.

Marcus was feeling so good from Skylar’s expert handjob that he forgot where he was for a moment, moaning softly and without inhibitions, though he immediately regretted it. He wasn’t above a little risky sex, but he was nevertheless mortified at having made a noise like that in front of other people.

He didn’t even dare look around because he could feel the other boys in the locker room looking at him hungrily. “A-alright. Alright. Yeah. I have taken him already.”

“What was it like, hon?” said Skylar. He sounded eager as he pressed Marcus for more details. “How was he in bed? Was he rough? Or was he more like a gentle giant? Us boys have got a pool running on that.”

Marcus was going to say something, but stopped. The memories of that night were a bit of a blur. Some things were clear, like the faint burn of his hole stretching around Liam’s girth or the feeling of it spreading his insides open.

His breath hitched in his throat as he remembered the way that Liam’s cock had filled him just right, rubbing against his special button with every thrust. His hole fluttered at the memory, twitching desperately. Suddenly, he wanted to be back in Liam’s arms again.

Skylar pressed his hips against Marcus’ ass. His cock was tenting out the pouch of his thong, right into the cleft between Marcus’ cheeks. He was hard. Rock hard.

Marcus couldn’t help but moan, grinding back against Skylar as he leaned forward to grab one side of his locker with one hand, and the open door with the other. He bucked his hips as Skylar dry-humped his ass, his thoughts slowly being smothered by the pleasant haze of lust that was filling his head.

“C’mon. What was Liam like?” Skylar pressed.

Marcus couldn’t think straight. His dick was throbbing. His hole was twitching. He needed cock right now.

Belatedly, he noticed there was a cloud of purple vapor in the air. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Skylar was using one of the VNM vapes. The other dancers seemed to be using them, too.

Marcus knew he should try to get away as quickly as he could. He’d experienced the effects of secondary exposure to VNM. But his better judgment was nowhere to be found, lost in the haze of arousal that filled his skull. “I honestly don’t remember much of it, man…” he muttered.

“Fuck. You’re a total slut. Mr. Bouncer McDreamboat just got dreamier. All of us boys dream of a man that can fuck us so hard we forget our names,” said Skylar. He pressed light kisses against the side of Marcus’ neck. “Did you do it while high on VNM?”

Marcus shook his head. They were under the influence, but from second-hand exposure, so he didn’t count it. But he didn’t say any of that to Skylar.

“You two should totally try it while high on VNM,” said Skylar. “It’s like a whole new world! It makes sex mind-blowing. Life-changing, even! Just one dose turns every dick into the best dick you’ve ever had.”

Marcus wanted to say that Skylar didn’t even know the half of it. “I-I don’t do drugs,” he said.

Skylar laughed. “It’s harmless,” he said as he pressed the other vape he was carrying into Marcus’ hand. “You should try it. Just once. No harm in doing it just once, right? You can just set it down. It’s not like vapes can cause dependency.”

Normal vapes, maybe, but Marcus wasn’t so sure about VNM. Even now, part of him craved it. It took a non-trivial amount of willpower not to just suck the purple haze lingering in the air into his lungs. “T-that’s not the kind of stuff I want to put in my body,” he said.

Skylar shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said. He didn’t seem all too happy about Marcus’ answer, though. “Well, we’ll be on in a couple of minutes, so you should finish getting changed.”

Marcus nodded absently, only half paying attention to what Skylar said. The twink had already walked away when he realized he was still holding onto the vape that Skylar had given him. “Hey, uh… You forgot this,” he said.

Skylar waved Marcus off. “It’s complimentary for the staff! You should keep it just in case you change your mind,” he said with a wink.

Marcus knew that he should get rid of the vape—he didn’t need the temptation—but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to. Against his better judgment, he stuffed it into his bag.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Darwin wanted to see you.”

Marcus froze halfway through pulling on the harness he’d meant to wear for tonight’s work. Hearing those words, his heart dropped into his stomach. “Did… Did he say anything about why?” he said.

Skylar just shrugged. “Nah. But you should probably just go with what he wants. He’s a bit of a sleaze and a creep, but he pays well, at least. You know you won’t get another job like this in this part of town if you piss him off.”

Marcus glumly nodded. He didn’t like where this was going. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“Hey, you might want to hurry up,” said Skylar. He was at least gentle about his prodding and looked genuinely concerned. “Darwin doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Especially not by the likes of us.”

---

Darwin was waiting outside when Marcus came out of the changing room. “Come here a sec, I want to talk to you,” he said, grabbing Marcus by the wrist before Marcus even got the chance to answer.

Liam happened to be passing by and noticed what was going on. He took a step toward Marcus and Darwin, but the latter held up a hand and said, “Calm down, loverboy. I’m not gonna harm him. I just want to talk. Besides, don’t you have anywhere better to be? Like, I don’t know, doing what I pay you to do?”

Marcus locked eyes with Liam. Part of him wanted to be rescued from this, but another part of him didn’t really want Liam to be involved any further in his mess. He just nodded and mouthed, “I’ll be okay.”

Liam’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t say anything further. He just left, looking back over his shoulder frequently until he was out of line of sight.

“Good boy,” said Darwin. He was practically leering at Marcus. “We might get along better than I thought.”

Marcus didn’t feel great about what was happening as Darwin dragged him off to an out-of-the-way corridor. The events of last night kept replaying in his head and, despite himself, it was turning him on.

He wanted to resist, to wrest his arm free of Darwin’s grip, but Skylar’s words echoed in his head. That it was better to just go with what Darwin wants. That Darwin was a creep and a sleaze, but a harmless one that he had to please to make sure he kept his job.

Marcus wasn’t even sure why he wanted to keep this job. It was only ever a cover so he could investigate the vapes. He knew what they were, now. He knew they were being distributed at the behest of a criminal super. He knew VNM put its users into highly suggestible and highly aroused states. He had enough information to bring to his family so they could take care of the situation and yet he couldn’t bring himself to just up and leave.

He nearly ran into Darwin’s back when the man suddenly stopped. They’d reached the end of the hallway. He vaguely remembered the place from when he’d scouted out the club some time ago. It was near the storage rooms. Not many people came this way.

“Watch where you’re going, stupid bitch,” said Darwin.

“Sorry.” The apology was reflex. Marcus didn’t really mean it. Any other day, he wouldn’t have stood for the level of casual, contemptuous disrespect in Darwin’s voice. And yet, he still found himself withering under Darwin’s glare.

Darwin sighed and shook his head. His expression softened as he said, “It’s fine. I can’t reasonably expect any better from one of you desperate sluts.”

Marcus wanted to object. He was so much more than just a desperate slut, but he found himself needing to resist the urge to moan. He didn’t know why the casual degradation was affecting him this way, but it made him so goddamned hard.

He was taken a bit by surprise when Darwin grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him up against the wall. Instead of fighting, he just locked up when Darwin leaned in and sniffed the side of his neck.

Darwin pulled back, grinning. “I wonder. Do you taste as good as you smell?”

Marcus flushed. His cheeks warmed. His heart raced. He averted his gaze so he wouldn’t have to see the lecherous look in Darwin’s eyes. “W-what did you want to talk about?” he said.

“Let’s get a few things straight, princess,” said Darwin as he rose to his proper height. “I said I wanted to talk to you. I didn’t say we were going to have a conversation. So just shut up and listen, okay?”

Darwin chortled to himself. “Sluts like you have never had anything intelligent to contribute to any conversation, ever, anyway. You just end up pissing real men off when you run your mouths about shit you have no business having an opinion about.”

Marcus shivered as Darwin grabbed him by the chin. “The only time a slut should be opening its mouth is when it’s taking a cock or being allowed to beg for one.” The objectification made the pulsing need between his legs surge.

A low groan escaped Marcus, his back thumping on the wall, when Darwin shoved him up against it. His cock throbbed when Darwin planted a hand next to his head. He was so turned on, his thoughts so addled with arousal, that he couldn’t bring himself to fight.

He fought down the urge to moan when Darwin’s hand slid down the front of his mostly bare torso, fingers splaying when they reached his stomach.

“I’ve been hearing interesting things about you,” said Darwin as he traced his fingers along the ridges and valleys of Marcus’ cobbled abs. “Skylar seems to think you’re a bit of a goodie-two-shoes. And considering how well you and Liam seem to get along, I’m inclined to believe him.”

Darwin hummed almost menacingly under his breath as he rubbed slow circles around Marcus’ navel with his thumb. “What I want to know is whether you know how to stay in your lane.”

Marcus just averted his gaze, but Darwin grabbed his face and forced him to look at him. “Look at me when I’m telling you shit, you stupid fucking whore,” said Darwin. He didn’t sound angry, but there was clear contempt in his voice.

Against his better judgment, Marcus looked into Darwin’s eyes. He bristled at the treatment. He wasn’t usually one to take provocation lying down. But the tented-out pouch of his jockstrap twitched as a frisson of pleasure worked its way through him.

Marcus remembered Skylar’s words again. He was just going to have to bear with Darwin, even though the guy was a total sleazebag, and keep his mouth shut.

Darwin seemed pleased with Marcus’ silence. He slipped his hand further down, brushing his thumb over Marcus’ treasure trail. “This club isn’t a democracy, do you understand? Everyone does what I say. Especially the sluts I pay to entertain my clients, since you dumb whores would probably do stupid shit if you didn’t have a man to tell you what to do.”

Marcus fought the urge to grimace as Darwin grabbed his face and said, “It’s bad enough having one straight-laced asshole on the team. I don’t want to deal with a brainless slut getting uppity. Do you understand?”

Darwin pressed up against Marcus, his hand sliding around back to get a palmful of ass. His other hand slipped into the pouch of Marcus’ jockstrap to clutch Marcus’ balls.

Marcus’ cheeks burned. This was humiliating. He didn’t have to take this. He shouldn’t be letting himself take this. He was strong enough to beat Darwin’s ass for getting too handsy, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not only had Trevor always taught him it was wrong to use their powers on civilians, part of him was really enjoying the treatment.

“It’d be for your own good if you just embraced your inner mindless slut,” said Darwin, his voice low against Marcus’ ear. “I know it’s in there somewhere. So bring it out and focus on the job I’m paying you to do.”

Darwin’s grip on Marcus’ ass tightened. “You’re not a ‘he’ while you’re working for me, got it? You’re an ‘it’. You’re not a person. You’re fucking meat. Pretty meat for watching and for fucking. Not for asking questions and sticking its nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Marcus’ cock throbbed. Having it outlined explicitly like that… It was having an effect. But it was an insult that he couldn’t let stand, either. He wasn’t about to let some creep deny him his personhood.

Just as Marcus was about to open his mouth to say something, Darwin squeezed his balls. It wasn’t so painful that he screamed, but it was enough to stop him in his tracks. The words died in his throat.

“I own you, bitch,” said Darwin, practically growling the words into Marcus’ ear. “I take care of my sluts. Even if their stupid asses are a pain in the neck. But I’m not a patient man. A pretty face and a tight body aren’t going to save you from my anger forever.”

Marcus’ eyes flew open as suddenly he felt his asshole being stretched by three fingers shoved up inside him. He was pre-lubed and ready, so they slipped in without issue, but even so, they took him by surprise. His cock, the traitorous thing, pulsed as he fell forward and leaned against Darwin.

“You said you wanted to dance for me, so focus on doing that. I don’t pay you to ask questions about my operation. Spare that limited brainpower of yours and concentrate on what you’re good for: keeping cocks hard and wallets loose.”

Darwin relented on Marcus’ balls and slapped him lightly across the face. “You’re not going to like what happens if you cross me again.”

---

Marcus was a bit shaken by the encounter. He had to take a breath to re-center himself before walking onto the main floor of the club.

The air was so thick with VNM haze he felt like he could cut through it with a knife. It was worse than last night and it was pretty obvious why: just about every third person he can see was carrying one of those vapes with them. Just about the entire nightclub was filled with the soft, pulsing purple glow of those vapes whenever someone was taking a drag from one of them.

All Marcus’ instincts were telling him to run away. That he shouldn’t be exposing himself to VNM. He knew it was able to bypass his natural defenses. Even his accelerated healing factor couldn’t get rid of it the way it should have been able to.

It was just that he could feel the hungry gazes on him. Excitement coiled in his gut from all the attention. Besides, he’d already breathed a bunch of VNM, so he was already exposed, anyway.

The music pounded in his ear, making his heart thump to the beat. Against his better judgment, he decided he was going to stay. His dad had taught him about the importance of commitments, after all, and there was no commitment more concrete than one represented by a contract—even a verbal one.

That was how he justified it to himself, anyway. Deep down, he recognized it was an excuse, and a flimsy one, at best. In the back of his mind, he was aware that he was hooked on the VNM and the attention, and that he probably shouldn’t be risking developing an even worse dependency, but it all just felt so good.

The fact was, the hornier Marcus got, the less he cared how sleazy, greasy, or creepy some of these men got. The fact they looked at him with such open desire made his blood hot. They wanted him and he wanted them to want him.

He took another deep breath, the VNM soaking into his lungs. Thoughts scattered to static and suddenly he wasn’t as concerned with the encounter with Darwin.

Marcus strode across the dance floor confidently and got groped three times. Each of those guys was holding a vape, and they breathed a thick cloud of purple in his face.

He sucked it down, of course, cock twitching with arousal as the VNM flooded into his system. He let them grab his cock and play with his ass. One stuck fingers in his mouth and he dutifully sucked on those, delicately swirling his tongue around each digit.

Marcus’ jockstrap had a dark wet spot at the tip of his cock by the time he climbed onto the bar to dance. He noticed one particular patron looking at him intensely and made his way over, expertly weaving between the drinks and other things on the counter without disturbing them; martial arts had their perks.

When he was standing in front of the man, he turned around and dropped to all fours with his back to the guy. He shook his ass in the man’s face, cock pulsing at the thought of how much of a whore he was being right now.

The man tugged on the strap of Marcus’ jock and tucked a twenty under it before letting it snap back. Marcus moaned and arched his back, giving the man the opportunity to grab him by the hips and yank him back.

“Hey sexy, what do you say you give me and my friends a private show?” said the man as he pressed his lips to Marcus’ exposed asshole.

Marcus’ eyelids fluttered as the man tongued his hole, his pucker twitching and pulsing as the man toyed with him. When he opened his eyes again, he realized Skylar was standing right behind the bar, grinning up at him.

“Say yes,” said Skylar. “I know these guys. It’s going to be so worth it.”

Despite the little voice in the back of Marcus’ head screaming at him that this was such a bad idea, he couldn’t hear it past the pounding music and the thundering of his own pulse in his ears. He grinned at Skylar, turned around, and slid off the bar onto the man’s lap.

“Sure, man,” said Marcus, licking his lips as he put his hand on the man’s chest. “I’d be happy to.”

---

There was something about the way the booth was constructed that focused the club music on the stage in the middle. Marcus was running his hands up and down the front of his body as he gyrated his hips, the rhythm of the music pumping through his veins, the bass pounding through his head and scattering any thoughts he might have had to static.

Marcus dropped onto all fours, humping the air while bracing one hand against the stage. He grabbed his ass with the other hand, squeezing his ass cheek while he pumped his hips to make his bulge shake in the pouch of his jock.

His head was swimming in a cloud of purple haze. The three guys watching him perform all had vapes. They kept breathing thick plumes of vapor into his face, to the point that his lungs were filled with VNM.

“The boss is the best,” said the guy in the middle.

The guy on the right chuckled. “You got that right.”

“Best fucking boss I’ve ever had,” said the guy on the left. “Come on. Name a single other fucker you worked under who’d let his minions go to a club on the clock.”

Middle guy shook his head and stuck his hand down the front of his pants. “Couldn’t tell you,” he said before taking a deep drag off of his vape, the purple lines on the black casing pulsing as he did.

Marcus’ gaze was drawn to the guy in the middle as he fished his cock out of his pants. It was a fat, juicy thing, leaking profusely with pre-cum. The middle guy was grinning at Marcus as he waved his cock around. “Want it?” said the middle guy.

“Fuck yes,” said Marcus breathlessly. He scrambled on hands and knees toward the edge of the stage, eager to get that cock.

“It’ll cost you a kiss.”

“I can do that!” Marcus blurted out in a heartbeat.

The guy in the middle laughed. “It’s as easy as taking candy from a baby. Come on, slut. Pucker up,” he said before taking a good, long drag off of his VNM vape.

Marcus leaned in, ready to make out with the guy in the middle like his life depended on it. Just before their lips could make contact, he noticed Liam out of the corner of his eye.

Something about the stormy expression on Liam’s face cut through the haze of mindless arousal in Marcus’ head. In that moment of clarity, he pulled back and got a good look at Liam. The man seemed determined, and he was definitely making a beeline for Marcus.

Before Marcus could wonder what had Liam so worked up, though, the guy he’d been about to kiss grabbed his face and pulled him in for that kiss. He moaned as the guy exhaled into his mouth, forcing a concentrated plume of VNM vapor into his lungs.

Even Liam’s presence wasn’t enough to cut through all of that. Marcus’ eyes glazed over. His thoughts scattered. When they parted, there was a string of spit connecting their bottom lips and when he breathed out, a cloud of VNM escaped from his mouth.

One lungful was all it took and suddenly, Liam was just another guy at the club with a cock that he could seduce. He stared at Liam blankly, a small, vapid smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Marcus didn’t even feel the slightest twinge of concern when a pair of hands grabbed Liam from behind and dragged him away.

“C’mon, bitch. Pay attention. Don’t you want your prize?” said the guy who’d whipped his cock out.

Marcus’ mouth watered. Without even a second thought, he turned his gaze back to his client. Now that the distraction was gone, he could focus on what was truly important.

He leaned past the edge of the stage and shoved his face right into the middle guy’s crotch. He moaned, arching his spine as he breathed in the musk of the guy’s fat cock and licked the hefty sack that dangled underneath it.

Darwin’s words echoed in his head.

You’re not a person.

Marcus mouthed at the middle guy’s cock, pressing kisses against it all the way up to the sensitive head.

You’re fucking meat.

A low moan spilled from his throat as he wrapped his lips around the man’s head, his tongue lapping at the pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Meat for watching and fucking.

There was a quiet thump as the guy on the right stepped up on the stage and pushed on Marcus from behind. Marcus lost his balance, pitching forward past the edge of the stage, forcing the middle guy’s cock deep into his throat.

Marcus moaned, the feeling of having his gullet suddenly stuffed full of fat cock nothing short of bliss. It didn’t even occur to him to be concerned about Liam getting taken away. There were more important things to worry about.

He spread his legs further apart as the guy on the left joined the other guy on the stage. He felt a pair of cocks rubbing against his ass, leaking pre-cum all over his cheeks.

As the guy in the middle breathed another plume of VNM into his face, the only thing Marcus could think about was how best he could service all three of the guys’ cocks.