Marcus nearly dropped his phone. Though the VNM pumping through his system had dulled his reflexes, he still managed to catch it just before it struck the floor.

He read the message again just to make sure his drug-addled brain hadn’t somehow misinterpreted the contents. It hadn’t. He read it a third time in the vain hope that it would disappear and reveal itself as a VNM-induced hallucination. It didn’t.

The perverse high he’d felt from nutting into his food in front of his supposedly-straight brothers gave way to a cloying, overwhelming dread. The emotional whiplash was intense.

The message was pretty simple for how devastatingly effective it was. The only thing written was an address followed by a short, concise statement. “We have Liam.”

For the first time in a long while, Marcus felt genuinely scared. Not for himself, but for Liam. He wasn’t sure when things changed. The man was nothing more than an acquaintance at first. Then, he became a friend. Then, they were lovers.

He didn’t know when, exactly, in the blur of his employment at the club, he came to care so much for Liam. In any case, the thought of Liam being in the clutches of criminals made his heart race. The notion that anything bad could happen to Liam twisted his stomach into knots.

The sheer panic ironically afforded Marcus a tenuous sort of clarity of mind. He could feel the VNM at the edges, wanting to reassert its dominance, but right now, his instinct to protect the people he cared about was in the driver’s seat.

He wasn’t at full capacity. He was aware of that much, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. He had to make do with what he had if Liam’s life was in danger.

Marcus had the faint inkling that he was forgetting something important, but he didn’t feel he had time to figure out what it was. The situation was urgent. He didn’t have the luxury to think things through, no matter how much he knew that it would have been the correct course of action.

He set his phone down on his nightstand and rushed over to his closet. He grabbed his suit and pulled it on as fast as he could. It ended up being somewhat haphazard. Nothing sat right on his body, but he was in too much of a hurry to get everything in order.

Marcus stuffed his cock into his pants. He was still rock hard. Despite the news, his horniness hadn’t disappeared, only diminished. His dick hadn’t gotten a memo. No matter how he tried to adjust it, it left him with a massive, unwieldy tent in the front of his pants.

Fuck it, he thought to himself. It was embarrassing, but he couldn’t wait for it to go down. Worse still, he felt out of sorts. It wasn’t just the VNM. He was nervous, and it wasn’t just about Liam either.

Marcus tapped his foot. His hands were shaking. He couldn’t fight in this condition. Without really thinking about it, he snatched the VNM vape off his mattress and took a deep, long drag of purple vapor off of it.

He hadn’t really intended to do it. It was bad enough he was using, but to shoot up with VNM right before an incredibly important mission went entirely against his and his family’s ethos. The fucked up bit was that it worked.

Marcus’ horniness flared. His cock throbbed. For a moment, he forgot why he was so worked up to start with, but after the initial surge of the VNM dissipated, much of the anxiety that had been plaguing him had melted away.

---

Maybe it was the VNM that made him more reckless than usual, or maybe it was just his deep need to make sure that Liam was okay. Either way, Marcus broke from the established procedure. There were things he was supposed to do to make sure he would have backup if it came down to it, but he didn’t have the time.

Marcus used his stealth technique and left through the window. He lingered only long enough to close it before dropping into the alley below. He landed softly and checked to make sure that he hadn’t been seen. It didn’t look like it.

He was about a minute away when he realized he’d forgotten his communicator at home. He’d been in such a rush that he forgot to slip it onto his wrist.

Marcus knew he probably should go back. It was a vital piece of gear and the only reason he’d felt comfortable leaving without letting anyone else know. Without it, he had no way of getting in contact with his family in case he needed backup. It also had a tracking unit that would have let his family find him if ever things went pear-shaped.

He couldn’t stomach the delay. The people who took Liam had left no demands, just an address and a statement of fact. If they’d wanted money, Marcus wouldn’t have felt so pressed. The kidnappers would have had a reason to make sure Liam wasn’t harmed. As it was, he had no way to figure out what the kidnappers’ motivation was.

Marcus couldn’t dilly-dally, not when he didn’t know if Liam would be safe. He doubted the kidnappers would harm Liam since they’d told him about where they were, but Liam’s safety wasn’t something he was willing to risk. He just had to trust that his family would come looking for him if he ended up in trouble.

The one thing he didn’t forget was his VNM vape. It was mildly alarming. How fucked up was he on the stuff that he forgot about his communicator but not the vape?

It didn’t matter. He was glad he had it. His nerves were shot, and the VNM helped, even if it did have its side-effects.

Marcus took a long drag from the vape and had to lean against the wall as the VNM’s initial rush worked through his system. His pupils dilated. He struggled to fight down a moan. His cock strained, the sensitive head rubbing up against the fabric of his suit since he hadn’t bothered with underwear.

After a moment, he pried himself off the wall and rushed down the road. He left a cloud of purple vapor in his wake as he ran.

Part of Marcus was concerned about leaving clouds of psychoactive drugs just lingering in the air behind him, but there were bigger things to worry about. He just didn’t have the bandwidth nor the luxury to care.

If these were normal circumstances, Marcus would have been more confident in his abilities. Unfortunately, the memory of being so utterly outclassed by Chimera still lingered, even though it had been more than a few days. He remembered how easily the criminal had taken him down.

He had to fight a moan down, nearly stumbling over his own feet while he struggled with it. Now, more than ever, he was unsure if he had the ability to rescue Liam all on his own. He almost, almost regretted not grabbing his brothers on the way, but it was too late to do anything about that now.

Marcus took another long drag of VNM. The moan he’d been fighting the whole time finally won free. It spilled out of him before he could stop it, very nearly breaking his stealth technique in the process.

He stumbled down the road, too fucked up to run properly. He had one hand tight around his black and purple vape. The other was stuffed down the front of his pants, squeezing his shaft.

Marcus made for a disgraceful sight. He saw himself in a shop window as he scurried past. He was hunched over himself, hand down his pants, massaging his cock.

He had to stop for a moment to face the truth of what he’d become. His cheeks were flushed. His lips were parted. The slutty little noises he’d been trying to keep buried were spilling out without restraint.

It was perverse, and yet he couldn’t help himself. He was sullying his uniform. He was insulting the mantle he’d been given. He was betraying every ideal and principle he’d ever espoused and he simply could not bring himself to stop.

Marcus was just glad his stealth technique hid him from the people passing by. And yet, part of him thought it was a shame that the people couldn’t see the truth of just how degenerate their supposed hero had become.

---

An ostensibly abandoned warehouse in the bad side of town towered over Marcus when he arrived at the address on the message sent to him. Were he in the right frame of mind, he might have mocked the place for being so cliché. AS it was, his head was swimming in a haze of arousal.

He could hardly think. A small voice was telling him how bad of an idea this was, but it was being drowned out by the horny buzz in his head. Besides, he’d come too far now, and the stakes were far too high for retreat.

Marcus knew he probably shouldn’t have taken so much VNM while he was on the way, but it was the only thing that had calmed his nerves. Deep down, he recognized he was addicted, and that was something he would have to deal with later. But right now, there was one thing he had to do: save Liam.

He at least had the presence of mind not to waltz right into the building. He was high and making bad decisions, but he wasn’t stupid. If he’d had his communicator, he’d have made use of one of the miniature drones to do a quick scan of the premises, but since he didn’t, he’d have to do it the old-fashioned way.

Marcus sought out a place where he was confident he wouldn’t be disturbed. He sat in lotus position and closed his eyes, gradually closing off the senses that wouldn’t help him. Sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing faded away as he turned his attention inward.

In his family, he was the most adept at this technique. He was better than Trevor, even. His unique connection to life energy made it easy.

Slowly, Marcus opened his consciousness to the world around him. He fanned his qi out in a delicate web, searching for the telltale flows of energy that signified people.

He was sensitive enough he could get a general sense of where people were inside the building. There was just one problem: his internal energy wasn’t as pure as it should have been. The web that ought to have been stable and precise, was instead turbulent and unsteady. The interference was enough that he couldn’t get a more precise idea for how the building was laid out.

He gritted his teeth and made do. There were half a dozen people around the perimeter. None of them were particularly noteworthy. They had a bit more internal energy than the average person, but not so much that it was a concern.

As Marcus searched the building, he picked up on a particular life sign in the middle of the warehouse. The way it resonated with his was familiar. In an instant, he knew it was Liam.

Something wasn’t quite right about Liam’s life energy. It was unsteady, just like his. The significance was beyond him, but he didn’t have time to figure out it. He would be able to fix it once he got Liam out.

Marcus quickly drafted a plan of attack. Stealth and surprise were his best weapons at the moment. It was over if he ever got discovered. As skilled as he was, he couldn’t fight six people that likely had guns, or worse.

He lurked around the compound until he spotted a high window that had been left open. He scaled the wall easily and slipped inside.

One of the men was nearby, but the light in that part of the warehouse was dim enough, and the shadows plentiful enough that Marcus could sneak up behind the guy and knock him out before he could raise the alarm. He dragged the guy to a corner where it was unlikely that anyone would notice him for a while.

Marcus kept as low to the floor as he could, slowly making his way over to the next person that he could see. The guy’s back was to him, but just as he was about to pounce, the guy turned around.

The guy’s eyes widened. The whole world seemed to go into slow motion as he grabbed his gun and whipped it around to point at Marcus.

With a burst of speed, Marcus crossed the remaining distance. He acted purely on instinct, knocking the gun out of the way with his wrist. Unfortunately, he didn’t impart enough force to disarm the guy. Instead, the gun swung wide.

Marcus grabbed the guard and put him in a one-armed chokehold. He tried to seize the gun with his other hand, but not quickly enough. The goon pulled the trigger. There was a bright flash and a loud bang followed by the faint plink of the bullet ricocheting elsewhere.

The silence that followed was deafening. Then, a heartbeat later, he heard the sequential clang of relays being tripped. Overhead lights blazed on, flooding the warehouse.

Marcus recoiled. The shadows he would have retreated to were washed out by the bright lights. His eyes, which had already adjusted to the dim surroundings before the lights turned on, weren’t prepared, so he ended up having to squint.

The sound of slow clapping cut through the din of the ventilation systems spooling up. Marcus looked toward the source of the sound, his heart jumping when he realized that it was Chimera. He hadn’t been confident in his chances to begin with, but now he wasn’t sure he’d even make it out unscathed.

At the same time, Marcus saw Liam. He was tied to a chair in the middle of the warehouse, slumped forward against the ropes that went around his torso.

Liam seemed so lifeless Marcus was afraid of the worst, but it didn’t take long for him to pick up on the sound of Liam breathing. The shallow, labored breaths sparked an indignant fury inside Marcus. Chimera must have done something to Liam.

Marcus was usually more level-headed but the rage he felt at the thought that Chimera had gotten his dirty hands on Liam was overwhelming. He snarled and launched himself off the mezzanine, charging into the fray without so much as a second thought. “If you did anything to him, I will kill you!”

To his frustration, Chimera easily sidestepped Marcus’ initial attempt to strike him. He’d have kept going if he didn’t immediately hear a bunch of guns getting aimed at him. He was ready to jump back when Chimera held a hand up, causing the guns to be put away.

“That was a mistake,” said Marcus. “I’m not the type to fall for the same trick twice.” He sounded a lot more confident than he felt.

“I don’t know.” Chimera cast a pointed look at the VNM vape that Marcus was still holding in his hand. “I don’t think you’ve learned a thing from our last encounter.”

“We’ll see about that!” Marcus said as he launched himself at Chimera. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t land a single hit.

Chimera ducked, sidestepped, and backed away from every single attack. He wove in and out of Marcus’ attacks like a snake. He didn’t even bother blocking or parrying. It was as if he didn’t take Marcus seriously at all.

The two of them ended up tracing a semicircle around Liam before Chimera said, “Alright. Enough is enough. We’ve both established you’re not gonna be able to touch me, so why don’t you give me some space?”

“Fuck you,” Marcus snarled. “Why the fuck should I listen to you?”

“Because any reasonable person wouldn’t want to be peppered with bullet holes,” Chimera sneered. Moments later, the goons fired at the ground between the two combatants.

Marcus backed off, but the gunfire followed him. He had to retreat a good couple of paces back from Chimera before the goons stopped firing. He tried to step forward, only to have a bullet smash into the concrete next to his foot.

The only thing he could do was glare as Chimera walked over to Liam. The criminal crouched in front of the bouncer and said, “I didn’t think you would really be stupid enough to come alone. But that makes things easier.”

“What do you want?”

Chimera chuckled. “You know how to be reasonable. That’s good. Well, I have something you want and you have something I want. Let’s not make this any more complicated than it has to be.”

Marcus frowned. “I’m all ears if you want to get to the point sometime before the new year.”

“Alright. Let’s get to the point. What I want is you.”

Marcus scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. I’d never sell myself to you.”

“And what’s so different about the men you sell yourself to night after night at the club, hm?” said Chimera.

Marcus’ cheeks burned. “Fuck you! I had a mission! I was just trying to get information!” he said, though the lack of conviction in his words spoke volumes as to how flimsy the excuse was.

“Oh, come on. It’ll be worth your time. I guarantee it.”

“Never.” Marcus shook his head, trying to put the memories of the night when Chimera humiliated him out of his mind. “I’m going to take you down. I’m going to put an end to all this. And I’m going to rescue him.”

Chimera sighed. “Well, I didn’t think it would work, but I was hoping we could resolve this like adults. Oh well. The hard way it is, then.”

Marcus was about to say something when he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. He reached up and felt a dart sticking out of his skin. A heartbeat later, all the strength in his limbs deserted him.

He collapsed to the ground in a limp heap. Darkness encroached on the edges of his vision. The last thing he saw was Chimera shaking his head before the world went black.

---

Marcus came to, his head fuzzy, a dull throbbing pain in the back of his head. He really shouldn’t have gotten so high on VNM before heading out. He lost his touch. He was caught off guard.

He looked up and realized he was sitting across from Liam. Liam still seemed out of it, but there weren’t any wounds or bruises on him.

Behind the chair Liam was tied to, Chimera was talking to someone. Marcus didn’t register who it was at first, but as soon as he did, his rage surged back to the forefront. “Darwin! You greedy, traitorous bastard! I should have known you were the one that sold him out!”

Darwin laughed and didn’t even do Marcus the courtesy of looking at him. “I told you he’d come if you grabbed this one.”

“And like I said then, thank you, Captain Obvious.” Chimera didn’t sound impressed.

Turning to address Marcus, Darwin said, “I thought I was pretty clear about what happened to people that didn’t know when to stop asking questions.”

Darwin put his hand on Liam’s shoulder. “I’ll be the first to admit, this guy was pretty dedicated. But he shouldn’t have tried to threaten my business.”

Marcus scowled. “He wouldn’t do that.”

“Of course you wouldn’t know, stupid whore. You dumb sluts are so fucking oblivious.” Darwin bared his teeth at Marcus in a menacing grin. “He wanted me to fire you, or else he was going to expose the truth about VNM.”

Darwin shook his head. “I couldn’t let that happen. Do you know how much this shit makes me? And he wanted me to let go of my highest earning bitch just because he said so? Over my dead body.”

Marcus would have lunged at Darwin had the two men standing on either side of him not pushed him back down into his chair. He hadn’t even noticed them there.

He shook them off. He got the message. He glared up at one of the guys but quickly averted his gaze, his cock twitching involuntarily at the sight of the tall, heavily muscled man.

Marcus directed his glare at Darwin instead. “I swear. If you did anything to Liam… I’m going to tear your balls out of your filthy fucking mouth,” he snarled.

Darwin rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Okay, sweet cheeks. Don’t get your fucking thong in a twist. Hurting people isn’t my style. He’s fine. But let’s just say he won’t be a threat to the purple side of the business anymore.”

Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. “Then why am I here?” he said.

“This pretty boy is still a threat to my top performer,” said Darwin as he leaned over and grabbed Liam by the face. “You’re here so you can learn what your place is. You’re my whore.”

“I think you’ll find that he is my property since I purchased the club,” said Chimera.

Darwin waved Chimera off. “Technicality. Anyway, we’ve got a problem. I don’t hire uppity whores who are too smart for their own good, and your skull isn’t nearly empty enough for me.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of Darwin’s mouth. “That head of yours is filled with stupid, meaningless shit like self-determination, free will, independence, and opinions no one cares about.”

“Guess I’m just not cut out to be one of your whores, then,” said Marcus, though a small part of him couldn’t help but feel a bit dismayed at having said that.

“Nah. We’re just gonna have to make sure to correct you,” said Darwin with a smirk. “I’ll teach you that this guy,”—he shook Liam’s face—“isn’t the most important guy in your life, it’s me.”

“No, I am going to be the most important person in his life. He’ll all but worship me as a god. You’re going to be second, at best, while Liam is going to be nothing but a distant memory. Just another slut in a stable full of them,” said Chimera.

Marcus gulped. The VNM was creeping back in. He tried to ignore the darker parts of himself that were titillated by the prospect of what Darwin and Chimera might do to him, but it was difficult.

He shook his head. No. “That’s not going to happen,” he said, his voice strained. “We might not have known each other very long, but we have a connection.”

Chimera laughed. “That can be fixed.” He pushed Darwin out of the way and reached around the back of the chair to tilt Liam’s head up. That way, Marcus could finally see Liam’s face.

Liam wasn’t passed out at all. He was high as a kite, his irises practically solid purple. His jaw was slack, drool dribbling down his chin as his tongue hung out of his mouth. His glassy eyes showed no hint that the man Marcus had come to care for was in there at all.

Marcus’ heart dropped to his stomach. He instinctively tried to go to Liam, but his guards pushed him back down. “You have to fight it! I know you’re in there still!”

“It’s no use,” said Chimera as he stepped around to the side. He slid his hand through the seam of his suit and fished his cock out.

Marcus’ eyes widened in shock at the sheer size of Chimera’s endowment. He felt a frisson of pleasure work its way through him as the criminal slapped his enormous battering ram of a cock across the side of Liam’s face.

Liam desperately tried to mouth at Chimera’s cock as it brushed past his lips, but Chimera wouldn’t let him have it. Chimera’s fingers tangled in Liam’s hair and kept him in place, just about out of reach of the prize he wanted.

There wasn’t even a glance spared for Marcus as Liam stuck his tongue out to try to get even the slightest taste of the fat cock dangling in front of his face. Finally, after a few more slaps and a bit of teasing, Chimera allowed Liam to get at his cock.

Liam wrapped his lips around Chimera’s fat hog like a born cocksucker. It was like Marcus wasn’t even there. He swallowed Chimera until he gagged but kept going, choking, sputtering, and tearing up as he forced Chimera down his throat.

Tears pricked at Marcus’ eyes. He would have been happy with even the slightest acknowledgment, but it was clear Liam had eyes only for Chimera’s cock now.

He was horrified, but at the same time, the scene was turning him on. To see a confident, assertive guy broken down into a hungry, desperate cock-gobbler was so fucking hot his suit was getting tented out by his own erection. He couldn’t even hide it.

“L-let him go!” Marcus yelled.

Chimera obliged. “Sure.” He put his arms up, letting go of Liam’s head, but Liam didn’t stop. Even without Chimera’s hand on his head, he sloppily gargled that fat cock without a care in the world.

After a minute or so Chimera pushed Liam off his cock and said, “That’s enough. I think we’ve made our point. Let’s get on with it, shall we?”

Darwin took a tube of some sort from Chimera. It was roughly the same dimensions as a felt-tip pen except black and with purple lines running across it like the VNM vapes. “I was wondering when you would get to the good part.”

Marcus could easily beat Darwin’s ass. He could snap the guy like a twig if he really wanted to. He shouldn’t have felt the way he felt when Darwin walked up to tower over him, but as he looked up at the man, he felt oddly cowed.

“You’re pretty deficient for a slut, if I’m being honest,” said Darwin. “And yet you’re still raking in the cash. Imagine how much more you can make for me if you were like all the other brainless holes-on-legs that work for me.”

Marcus’ eyes followed the tube that Chimera had given Darwin as the latter waved it in front of his face. His heart dropped into his stomach as he realized it was an injector.

“This’ll fix you right up,” said Darwin. “With a bit of help, of course. That’s the fun part.”

Marcus’ breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so scared of this man, but he was. Even if there hadn’t been two burly guards to keep him in place, he didn’t think he would have had the guts to run.

Things got real when Darwin leaned forward to bring the injector toward his neck. He struggled a bit, but by then it was too late. The two men held him down.

A cold sweat trickled down Marcus’ spine as he felt the injector on his neck. He felt the sharp needle points touch his skin, and then the sting of them plunging down.

A numb, tingling warmth spread from his neck. It spread down his chest and up across the side of his face. His thoughts dissolved into static as a pleasant haze choked his mind.

Marcus tried to fight, but the heat reached his cock before long. Suddenly, he was hornier than he had ever been. He was panting and drooling, his hole twitching like crazy.

Darwin pushed him out of his chair and he fell forward onto his hands and knees without resisting. This was why they hadn’t even bothered to tie him up.

“That’s more like it,” said Darwin. He slipped his foot between Marcus’ legs, kicking his knees apart. “This is where you belong when you’re not slutting it up to a beat or grinding against a pole. We wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble if you’d just accepted that you were meant to be a brain-dead fuckhole, not a wannabe hero.”

Heat flushed through Marcus’ body at the insult. The thought of talking back didn’t even cross his mind. There was a gnawing need inside him, an itch that he needed to get scratched.

He vaguely remembered that there was something important he was supposed to do, but he was just too fucking horny. He arched his back. He spread his legs. He pushed his hips into the air and mewled like a proper bitch.

“See? It’s not so difficult, is it?” Darwin took a knife from one of the guards and cut open a hole in the seat of Marcus’ pants.

The material was supposed to be tough and slash resistant. It was meant to stand up to fights between espers, after all. But not only had the knife cut through the fabric like butter, Darwin had managed to widen the hole with just his bare hands.

Something wasn’t quite right, but the thought, half-formed in Marcus’ head, was whisked away by the sensation of the cold air on his exposed asshole. His mind went blank. Need wracked his body. He whined as he pushed his ass into the air, begging, “Please!”

Marcus’ cock throbbed as he felt the heat of Darwin’s breath on his crack. He shivered when Darwin’s beard and mustache tickled his cheeks. When Darwin’s tongue touched his hole, it practically spasmed, trying to suck Darwin’s tongue inside.

He writhed and pawed uselessly at the polished concrete floor as Darwin rimmed him. When Darwin moved on to tongue-fucking him, he nearly lost his mind.

A disappointed groan escaped Marcus when Darwin pulled away, but his dismay was replaced quickly with anticipation when he heard Darwin unzipping.

“The bitch is ready, boss,” said Darwin.

“About time.”

Marcus whined. He could feel Darwin’s cock pressing up against his hole. He bucked his hips. “Please!” he mewled. “Need it!”

Darwin grabbed Marcus by the hips. “Stupid cunt. You need to get it in that empty skull of yours. Sluts don’t dictate anything. They take what’s given.”

Chimera cut away Liam’s ropes and pushed him out of the chair. Liam bonelessly spilled onto the ground but quickly scrambled onto his hands and knees, putting himself between Chimera’s legs when the criminal took over the chair he’d been sitting on moments ago.

Liam sucked on Chimera’s balls, moaning around them as if they were the best things he’d ever tasted. He worshiped that hefty sack, bathing each nut with his tongue and warm spit.

Marcus felt a dull ache in his chest as he watched Liam gobble Chimera’s balls. He felt a twinge of jealousy. Of Envy. But then Darwin’s cock slid inside him and his thoughts scattered into static.

Darwin wasn’t the biggest he’d ever had. It wasn’t even particularly impressive. It was average. Almost painfully so. But his body acted like it was the best damned dick in the entire world, anyway.

Marcus moaned, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as his insides fluttered around the length of Darwin’s cock. He’d bottomed before, but this was different. This was intense. This was transcendent.

He couldn’t keep his head up. He fell forward onto his elbows, his gaze fixed on the ground as he hung his head. Darwin’s cock was ramming inside him full force and it felt so fucking good.

Chimera snapped his fingers. “Look at me. Pay attention. I know there’s probably some tiny little part of you in there that’s still fighting the good fight.”

Marcus raised his head. Chimera was right. It was a small voice in the back of his head. It was faint, but it was there.

While Marcus was watching, Chimera cupped the side of Liam’s face and patted his knee. “Come up here and sit on my lap,” he said.

Liam clambered on, and Chimera made him turn around to face Marcus. Seeing his lover on a criminal’s lap gave the part of Marcus that was still fighting his debasement a temporary surge of strength. He was able to resist the influence of the VNM in his body for just a little bit.

The pleasure was still intense. Darwin didn’t miss a beat. As much as Marcus might have wanted to use his energy for other things, it was taking all his willpower just not to slip back into that mindless, cock-drunk trance he’d been in.

“Fight it, please,” Marcus mouthed desperately at Liam. He’d have said the words, but he didn’t have the wherewithal to actually speak them. Every time he tried, the only thing that came out was a moan.

Maybe things could have been different if he were stronger. Liam just stared at him blankly, no hint of recognition in those purple eyes.

Chimera chuckled as he slipped his hands under Liam’s knees. He yanked Liam’s legs into the air and told him to keep them there. When he removed his hands, Liam moved his to replace them.

The sharp claws that extended from Chimera’s gloves pierced the fabric of Liam’s pants. He then retracted them and, with a grunt, used his hands to tear the seat of Liam’s pants open with nothing but raw strength. He didn’t even need his claws to do the same to Liam’s briefs.

Marcus sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes going wide. His cock throbbed as Liam’s hole was exposed. The pretty pink pucker was smooth and hairless and clearly virgin-tight as it twitched.

He didn’t know where Chimera got it from, but the criminal produced a tube of lube and squeezed a dollop onto the trembling ring. The lube had a faint purple tinge, probably infused with VNM.

Just like that, Liam’s hole relaxed, even gaping slightly. The low moan that spilled out of Liam was incredibly hot, and even hotter when he moaned again as Chimera finger-fucked him to spread him even looser.

A deep despair coiled inside Marcus. He didn’t know why but he clung onto hope that his connection with Liam would be strong enough to survive this, but with every moan that spilled from Liam’s lips, it was becoming harder and harder to believe that there would be any escape from this.

Chimera slid his cock into the cleft of Liam’s ass. Liam bucked his hips, rubbing Chimera’s dick up and down between his cheeks.

“Do you want my cock?” said Chimera.

Liam nodded.

“What do you want more? Marcus? Or my cock?”

Liam’s lower lip quivered. Just as Marcus had expected, the Liam he knew was still in there somewhere.

Marcus’ heart raced as he met Liam’s gaze. Liam’s eyes were clearer than they’d been in a while. He reached out. This was their chance. As long as they focused on each other, maybe they could still get out of this.

Chimera grabbed his shaft and rubbed the head against Liam’s hole. That was all it took, apparently. Liam’s eyes went glassy, his hole dilating as if to kiss the tip of Chimera’s fat hog.

“Your cock!” Liam moaned. “I want your cock!”

Chimera laughed. He turned to look at Marcus. His face wasn’t visible through the visor, but Marcus still knew the man was smirking under it. “What about Marcus?” he said.

Marcus’ ears burned. He knew what Chimera was doing.

Liam shook his head. “I want cock! All I want is cock!”

Chimera chuckled. The sound was rich, dark, and so utterly malicious it sent a chill down Marcus’ spine. “Are you sure?”

“I need cock. I need cock. I don’t care about Marcus. I just want to get fucked!” Liam whined, the pitch of his voice rising with every sentence.

Marcus’ little heart broke. His brief moment of clarity lapsed. His resistance crumbled. VNM reasserted its control. If there was any consolation, it was that his grief was at least short-lived.

Arousal slammed into Marcus like a sack of bricks, obliterating any thoughts he might have had left in his head. He moaned as Darwin rutted into him like a beast, fucking him harder and faster, his knees and forearms scraping against the concrete as the forceful thrusts make him lurch forward.

Chimera smirked, seeing Marcus crumble. Without saying a word, he grabbed Liam by the hips and shoved his cock inside.

It was as if the entire world slowed down. Marcus had to watch in slow motion as Liam’s ring spread around the girth of Chimera’s fat baseball bat of a cock.

Chimera was merciless. Liam’s cherry resisted at first, of course, but he kept pushing. The pressure built and built until Liam had no choice but to relent—the head forcing his hole wide open until it had popped inside.

But Chimera didn’t stop there. He thrust his hips up hard. His cock slammed balls-deep into Liam in one smooth motion.

The effect was immediate. Liam’s legs shook, his thighs wobbling as his toes curled. He tossed his head back, moaning loudly as his virgin hole visibly spasmed around the girth of Chimera’s thick cock.

Liam came hard. He had to have. There was no way there would be cum oozing through the thick fabric of his pants if he hadn’t just had the most intense orgasm of his life.

Marcus’ eyes glazed over. Something inside him broke. The voice in the back of his head, that was telling him he had to fight this, just winked out of existence.

A dopey little grin spread across his face, his sanity fracturing as the last dregs of his resistance were smothered by the VNM pulsing through his veins. He didn’t even fight when Darwin grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back, fucking him even harder.

“More,” Marcus croaked. “Harder. Please!”

Darwin was only happy to oblige. “It’s good you finally understand where you belong,” he said.

As Darwin cored him out, Marcus’ whole body tensed. There wasn’t a single thought in his head as his balls drew up against his body. If anything, feeling just how thoroughly the VNM had emptied his skull made it all that much hotter.

Marcus’ orgasm boiled over. His cock pulsed and throbbed. He moaned long and low as he came, spraying thick white cum all over the polished concrete of the warehouse floor.