It was one of those days when the family didn’t come together for breakfast. Derek was already downstairs getting ready for the morning classes. Tristan was at work, on a case of some description. Leo was at uni. In fact, Leo was spending an awful lot of time at uni.

The only other person upstairs with Marcus was Trevor, but both of them were in their respective rooms. Marcus, for his part, was having a rare moment of lucidity. Not that it meant much these days. He was hopelessly hooked on VNM. He’d been conditioned, his mind and body turned against him.

Even when the haze of VNM lifted, Marcus found himself craving the degradation he experienced day after day at work. He was a hero. Was.

He should have been spending his nights fighting crime or doing good for his community. Instead, here he was, dreaming of how much he was going to be groped and molested at the club when the time finally came for him to do his shift.

Marcus chewed on his lower lip and moaned softly. The thought of flaunting his tight, sexy body for a bunch of sleazy creeps and perverts turned him on more than it really should have. That they treated him like nothing more than a piece of worthless fuck-meat shouldn’t have been so fucking hot.

He was being exploited. Those guys paid in the thousands, but all the money went to the club. He only got the singles. It was patronizing, degrading, insulting, and so, so fucking hot. In the back of his mind, it was also what he thought he genuinely deserved.

Rationally, Marcus knew he should have been more alarmed. He’d been defeated so handily by a villain—Chimera—that it had undermined his identity as a hero.

His community was a lot less safe without him to protect it. He hadn’t patrolled the streets in weeks. It was wrong, but he just didn’t feel that way. He didn’t see the point.

Marcus didn’t even want to resist Chimera’s control anymore. He was just too weak to fight back. And life was so much simpler this way. His shoulders were so much lighter.

He had to admit it. Darwin was right. It was so much better now that he’d embraced VNM. It was much more comfortable just turning his brain off. It felt good to be mindless fuck-meat, to have nothing in his skull but cock.

Marcus wandered out of his room. He didn’t bother to put on any clothes since nudity had become something of a regularity in the house. It wasn’t uncommon to see hard cocks swinging, like his was, courtesy of the remote-controlled buttplug firmly buried between his cheeks.

He didn’t suppress his moan as the plug vibrated. It rattled against the chair when he sat down at the table. It was probably Darwin, reminding him of what he was in case he ever forgot because the VNM wore off. Not that he could ever forget, at this point.

Marcus had to grip the edge of the table as the vibrations ramped up. It didn’t take long before he was panting and moaning, sweat dripping from his brow onto the tabletop. He squeezed his thighs together, bucking his hips helplessly as his cock leaked and the plug buzzed.

The stimulation reached a fever pitch, taking Marcus right up to the edge of orgasm and then, just before he was to cross the point of no return, died away. He slumped back into his seat, groaning as the vibrations diminished to nothing more than a faint buzz.

Trevor entered the kitchen then. He wasn’t naked but the only thing he was wearing was a thong—a shiny gold one. He grabbed a cup of coffee and said, “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I did. Did you?”

A coy little smile touched Trevor’s lips. He sipped at his coffee and turned to lean against the kitchen counter while talking to Marcus. “Someone tired me out, so I slept like a log,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Marcus’ cock twitched. He’d come home in the early hours of dawn incredibly fucked up on VNM last night and he’d still heard Trevor and Peter going at it while rubbing a last load out for the day. He’d have reminisced longer, but he didn’t want to miss this chance to ask for advice while he was still marginally lucid.

“I… I haven’t been making the best decisions lately, dad,” he confessed. “I’ve been getting involved in some less than savory things… I’m not sure I’m being the best hero I can be… What should I do?”

Marcus sounded a lot more remorseful than he felt. The way he’d phrased his question made it out that he was feeling more guilt than he was.

He didn’t really care about being the best hero he could be anymore. Not seriously, anyway. Part of him just wanted to see what Trevor might have to say about where he was at.

Trevor seemed to think about it for a moment and then shrugged. “Everyone gets in with the wrong crowd sometimes. It’s not a bad thing to indulge every once in a while.”

He grinned over the rim of his mug and said, “Life’s too short to second-guess everything. You don’t have to make any major decisions right now. Just see where this goes. You’ll figure something out, eventually.”

Marcus wasn’t sure the advice Trevor gave him applied at all to his situation, but he wasn’t about to hurt his dad’s feelings. And besides, the plug had started buzzing again.

He leaned forward, lifting his ass off the chair as the vibrations ramped up. He moaned, cock leaking all over the edge of the table as he thanked Trevor through gritted teeth.

Trevor chuckled, walking over to pat Marcus on the ass. “You know you can always come to me for advice if you need it,” he said.

Marcus nodded. “I-I know, dad,” he moaned, barely paying attention except when Trevor’s fingers dipped between his ass cheeks to briefly rub the base of his plug.

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Marcus had arrived at the club. It was still a lot to digest, but he’d become the headline performer and the face of the club over the past two weeks. His face and body were all over the pictures.

Forget risqué, the advertisements were downright pornographic and not even the tasteful kind. The ad that Darwin ran last week had Marcus tied to a pole in Shibari, with his legs fastened higher up, so he was forced to spread them.

One of those posters was still up by the changing room. His hole was exposed for everyone to see, gaping from the train that had been run on him before the photoshoot with cum dripping out of his destroyed pussy.

Marcus’ stiff cock was right in the middle of the picture and there were streaks of cum all over his chest and belly, right on top of the brilliantly red bondage rope. His face was utterly drenched, too, and he was staring straight at the camera through ropes of cum.

The poster for tonight’s event was even racier. It had Marcus in a swing, with his wrists tied above his head and his feet in stirrups. There was cum all over his stomach and on his face, obscuring his Sapphire Dragon mask.

The poster by the changing room had the tagline: “See the real face of your protector.” He knew most people would see it just as a marketing gimmick, but knowing the truth behind those words made him so fucking horny.

He knew there were two other versions of the same poster with the taglines “DND: Dragon Needs Dick” and “This dragon doesn’t bite, but he does swallow.” It was humiliating and degrading. It took the good name of the Sapphire Dragon and stomped on it.

Sapphire Dragon wasn’t even just Marcus’ name. It was a title that had been passed down to him. There had been others that did great things under the name of Sapphire Dragon, and here he was, degrading it. And yet, the fact that he was spitting on the work of generations made it all the hotter.

If he was being honest, Marcus was a bit disappointed that most people were probably going to think that the event was just a parody. He was torn. He didn’t know if he wanted people to think he was just a performer, or if he wanted them to know that he really was Sapphire Dragon and that their hero had been some perverse, degenerate freak under the costume and the bluster all along.

This was Marcus’ first time bringing his “professional” identity into his work at the club. He would have said he was nervous, but he was so hopped up on VNM he barely felt it.

The fact that a bunch of men would be watching him and cheering him on as he depraved and debased the name of Sapphire Dragon made his cock so hard. There was no hiding the tent in his pants.

Marcus walked past the changing room. He wasn’t just any old slut dancing for singles anymore. He couldn’t just go out onto the floor and find someplace to shake his ass, at least not on a day like today.

There was a stage and a whole production to go with it. He was the star and there was a not-inconsiderable part of him that enjoyed the attention.

Maybe it was vain but being up on stage all but guaranteed that Marcus was going to be booked for a more private show. Those were the best parts of the night.

His handlers—and sometimes Darwin himself—would shoot him up with enough VNM to kill a cow. He’d be thrown into a room so completely and utterly fucked up on VNM that he’d be practically braindead.

He hardly ever remembered what happened during those sessions, but he didn’t care. He just let the men do whatever they wanted with his body and, thanks to the VNM, none of it was bad.

The show was about to start. He was ready to go onstage. He had his full costume on and he was hoping that people would realize that it was more than just fancy cosplay.

Marcus was using his real Sapphire Dragon suit. Naturally, it had been modified to suit his new role. The small voice in the back of his head, which had only gotten quieter and quieter with every day that passed, was appalled. In another life, he might have been bothered, but he wasn’t.

If anything, he was turned on to know that he had taken the one and only Sapphire Dragon suit he had and destroyed it. It wasn’t going to be worth anything in an actual fight at this point. Anyone he fought would just have to grab the right place and strip him naked.

Marcus’ cock twitched. If he was being honest, that was something that he wanted to happen.

Darwin walked up to him and said, “I hope you remember the choreography. But it’s probably pointless to expect that much from a useless slut.”

Marcus groaned as Darwin pushed him up against a nearby wall and nipped at his neck. He pushed his ass back as a hand slipped down the back of his pants, a pair of fingers rubbing the base of the plug still firmly buried inside him.

“Keep this in the whole show,” said Darwin.

Marcus didn’t fight. “Yes, sir,” he said as he tilted his head back to give Darwin better access, moaning as Darwin pressed kisses to the side of his neck while playing with the plug inside him.

He should have been disgusted, being molested like this by such a sleazy old creep, but he couldn’t help himself. Every time he was around Darwin, he lost control.

Darwin snatched the extra-strength VNM vape from Marcus’ hand and took a good long drag off of it before smashing his lips into Marcus’. He made Marcus suck down a lungful of vapor from him and forced him to keep it there as the drug soaked into the walls of his lungs.

Marcus’ mind spun. His cock strained, pulsing with need. He barely even noticed he’d stopped breathing until his lungs started to burn from lack of air. He tried to breathe in, but Darwin wouldn’t let him.

He couldn’t do anything as Darwin held him there. He started to get light-headed. He felt like he was about to faint. At the same time, he was so turned on that his cock felt like it was about to explode. Meanwhile, the countdown to the show ticked down in the background.

Darwin didn’t let Marcus go until there were only a few seconds left. He smirked as Marcus gasped for sweet oxygen. “Don’t disappoint me if you don’t want to be punished.”

Marcus would usually have had something witty to remark after a command like that, but he was just a whore. Darwin wasn’t interested in what he had to say. All he had to do was look pretty and rake in cash.

He only just barely managed to collect himself before he had to step out onto the stage.

---

The deep bass rumble of the music pounded through Marcus’ body almost as powerfully as the VNM surging through his veins. The cheers and jeers from the crowd were very nearly as intoxicating as the literal drug inside him.

He could feel the crowd’s eyes on him, their hungry gazes. He couldn’t see them through the bright lights pointed straight at him, but he didn’t care. He could feel them stripping him down before he even removed a single piece of clothing, fucking him with their eyes.

Marcus walked over to the front of the stage. There were two poles set up today. The routine he’d rehearsed was for two dancers, but he’d always practiced with a substitute. No one wanted to tell him who his partner was really going to be.

He didn’t care. It didn’t matter. He grabbed both poles and swayed his body in the space between them, gyrating his hips. He then undulated his body, releasing one pole to run his hands down the front of his torso as his abs rolled.

The music swelled, then stopped. The energy in the air in the deafening silence was nothing short of electric. Marcus grabbed both of his sleeves and then, when the beat dropped, tore them off.

Marcus hopped backward a short distance and struck a front double bicep pose. Then, a Hercules pose. Licking his lips, he thrust his hips toward the left half of the crowd, and then after to the right half.

He kept going back and forth as he slipped a hand into the front seam of his suit. He quickly moved it down, splitting his top into two parts that fell open to expose his chest and stomach.

Facing forward, Marcus splayed his fingers on his belly and slowly moved his hand down while he rolled his abs. His hand continued further, eventually grabbing his package as he went right back to hip-thrusting toward the two halves of the audience.

Suddenly, the cheering of the crowd reached a fever pitch. At the same time, Marcus felt a hand on his shoulder. He was prepared for this. It was time for his partner to take the stage.

Marcus didn’t fight as his partner yanked him back. And then, he nearly tripped over the next step in the choreography when he realized who it was that had just stepped forward to take his place.

Golden Dragon brushed past Marcus, his suit looking extra resplendent tonight. Marcus didn’t know that his dad had had the Golden Dragon suit upgraded but fuck if it didn’t look like the utmost of luxury.

The golden accent threads of the suit sparkled in the bright house lights as Golden Dragon sauntered over to the front of the stage. Marcus had wondered why his rehearsal partner’s moves hadn’t been as seductive as his, but now he understood why.

Golden Dragon did one-handed push-ups to the beat, folding one arm behind his back. Then, he did a one-handed handstand, eventually doing a suspended plank on just that one hand.

The crowd was in an uproar. The strength on display was insane. Marcus, knowing what he did about martial arts and the human body, was just as, if not more awestruck than the rest of the audience. The crush he had on his dad seemed suddenly justified. It was insane.

Golden Dragon planted his feet on the stage and then placed both hands down. Spreading his legs and raising his chest to give the audience a better view, he began to pump his hips, fucking the air slowly, at first, but quickly picking up the pace as the beat reached a fever pitch.

When the music changed, he folded his knees under him and leaned back. He grabbed the front of his suit in two hands and then yanked them apart, exposing his body before shrugging off his top and looking over his shoulder at Marcus with a smirk.

Marcus was stunned. He never imagined he’d be performing like this with his dad. He was so fucking horny he couldn’t take it.

He stomped forward, just as he’d practiced. He held out a hand to help Golden Dragon up, but Golden Dragon just brushed him off. From his kneeling position, Golden Dragon backflipped onto his feet, tearing off his pants while he was airborne to reveal a pair of shiny lycra shorts underneath.

Marcus asserted himself into the space that Golden Dragon had just vacated. He smirked at the crowd and pumped his hips a few times before turning his back to the audience.

Shaking his ass, he bent himself nearly in half as he placed his hands on the ground and then lifted his legs into the air to do a handstand. Golden Dragon grabbed his legs and ripped his pants off, revealing a pair of lycra shorts just as shiny as Golden Dragon’s, but in blue instead of gold.

Marcus took a deep breath. He knew what was coming next, and his cock was about ready to burst through his shorts because of it. He launched himself off the stage and flipped upright, spreading his legs so he could land with his cock right in Golden Dragon’s face.

Golden Dragon grabbed Marcus by the thighs and turned his back to the audience so that Marcus could face them instead. He looked up at his son and winked, pushing his face right into Marcus’ crotch.

Marcus didn’t know how he managed to hold his load. He placed a hand on top of his father’s head and thrust his hips, slowly at first and then faster with the beat of the music. He couldn’t believe it. He was face-fucking his dad with his lycra-clad dick.

Like he’d rehearsed, he extended one leg down and traced his big toe along Golden Dragon’s corded, muscular back. It was a good thing he was flexible enough because he needed to reach with his foot to catch the waistband of Golden Dragon’s shorts in his toes.

Marcus did a quick, sharp kick, sending the lycra flying into the audience, where it quickly disappeared behind the bright spotlights. The crowd cheered as the golden thong that Golden Dragon was wearing underneath was revealed.

Golden Dragon grinned and spun around, turning to face the audience as he lowered Marcus so that Marcus was upside down, hanging off his shoulders, facing the crowd too.

It was funny. Marcus felt as if the effect of the blood rushing to his head was being counterbalanced by the blood rushing to his cock. He couldn’t help but moan as he felt Golden Dragon’s face push into the cleft of his lycra-clad ass, though the music was so loud he couldn’t even hear himself.

Golden Dragon made a big production of catching the fabric in his teeth. He showed the crowd, of course One had to play to the tastes of the audience. Then he shook his head from side to side like a feral dog, the tear strips of the shorts eventually giving way.

Once he’d torn the lycra free of Marcus, Golden Dragon turned his head to the side and spat the shorts out. Revealed underneath was a shiny blue jockstrap.

Marcus was prepared when Golden Dragon let him fall. He caught himself and landed on his hands and knees with his back to the audience. He arched his spine and raised his ass, spreading his knees wide as he shook his bubble butt. The shiny straps of his jock pushed his cheeks up, making them look even perkier.

He looked up as Golden Dragon hooked a finger under his chin. His cheeks flushed, the tips of his ears turning red as his father smirked down at him and put a hand on the top of his head.

Marcus couldn’t help but moan as Golden Dragon dry-humped his face. It was a scene he used to only ever daydream about and now it was happening. Fuck. He was definitely a happy slut right now.

But there was one thing he couldn’t quite figure out, not with the pounding music overwhelming whatever meager thoughts he might have had in his head. There was something hard in the pouch of Golden Dragon’s thong. Something metallic.

Almost too soon, the sequence was over. Trevor shoved Marcus away from his crotch. Marcus flipped onto his back. He planted his feet on the ground and pushed his hips into the air.

With his shoulders flush to the stage, Marcus tilted his head toward the audience and reached out toward them with one arm. He slid his other hand up along his torso, wrapping his fingers loosely around the pouch of his jock as he pumped his hips into the air a few times.

After a few more thrusts into the air, Marcus picked himself up off the floor and followed Golden Dragon’s example, taking one of the poles at the front of the stage. For about a minute or so, the two of them do pole dancing and perform acrobatics on the pole in their skimpy underwear.

Then the music cue arrived. Marcus tore off his jockstrap and ground his stiff cock against the side of the pole. His leaking erection left a streak of pre-cum on the stainless steel.

He glanced over his shoulder and watched as Golden Dragon did the same. The golden thong flew out over the crowd. What it revealed in its absence wasn’t a proud cock but a stifled erection—his dad’s considerable endowment compressed into a gold filigree cage shaped like a dragon.

Marcus’ cock throbbed as he looked closely at his dad’s chastity cage. The cage part was made to resemble a dragon head. The dragon’s mouth was open, its gaping maw framing Trevor’s cock head.

Golden Dragon looked at Marcus. He grinned. Then, he began to hump his pole. The tink, tink, tink of the gold cage against the stainless steel perfectly matched the feverish beat of the music and Marcus very nearly blew his load then and there.

---

The show ended with both Marcus and Trevor facing away from the audience. They had their backs arched and their asses pushed out, both sporting a butt plug of some description.

Marcus’ was sleek and black, the remote-controlled vibrating one that he’d been wearing all day. It was buzzing mercilessly even now. Trevor’s plug was gold-plated with a jeweled base. It could have been a vibrator too, but Marcus couldn’t tell with how loud the music was.

They both had an arm slung over the other’s shoulders, bracing themselves against the stage with only one hand. They were both breathing heavily, their naked bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and it couldn’t have been more obvious just how turned on they were.

Marcus’ cock had never been harder. Trevor’s cage was dripping like a faucet. They both couldn’t help but moan as they heard the sound of heavy boots landing on the stage behind them, knowing what was coming next.

A pair of hands landed on Marcus’ hips and he pushed his ass out, looking to the side to see his dad do the same. Like father, like son, even if they weren’t related by blood. This was the kind of bonding experience Marcus had never even dreamed of having with his dad.

There was a lewd, wet squelch as the plug was unceremoniously ripped out of Trevor’s hole. Marcus heard the slimy gush of cum squirting out of his dad’s well-fucked hole—what must have been a dozen loads splurting and bubbling as the air that had been fucked into Trevor escaped in a rush.

Marcus’ plug was worked out of his hole a lot more gently, his hole stretching around the widest part of the bulb as it was pulled out of him. If anything, this felt more lewd than what had happened to his dad.

Two figures walked onto the stage—Chimera and Darwin—with the former striding toward Trevor and Marcus. Chimera put his hands on the heads of both men and turned them to face each other, pushing them together. “Kiss,” he said.

Marcus’ heart fluttered. This felt like a step too far. But he was so fucked up on VNM he found it difficult to care.

This was something he’d fantasized about for so long. Granted, he’d always imagined he would be getting topped by his dad instead of his dad turning out to be a greedy little cockwhore right next to him, but this was somehow even hotter.

The old voice of self-doubt—so vanishingly quiet now—told him that his dad might not enjoy this as much as he thought, but he was mistaken. His dad was the one that leaned in to kiss him.

Marcus was shocked, but only for a moment. As soon as he was sure this was real, he kissed back. He moaned into the kiss, in utter disbelief that he was making out with his adoptive father.

At the same time, the two goons that had removed the pair’s plugs lined up behind them and slid into their sloppy holes. They must have been wearing some sort of sheath over their cocks because Marcus felt ridges popping past the rim of his hole.

The sensation was amazing. The pleasure was mind-numbing. It only made him kiss Trevor harder, especially as the little nodules on the sheath rubbed his rim and his prostate on the way in.

The two minions didn’t waste any time once they’d slipped in balls-deep. They fucked the father-son pair without any mercy. The two couldn’t help but moan into each other’s mouths as their holes were fucked open by the textured cock sheaths.

After what felt like an eternity, Chimera stepped forward, clicking his tongue. He pushed father and son apart, fishing his cock out of his pants to smack Marcus across the face with it.

Darwin stood in front of Trevor and took a microphone. “First off, gentlemen, let’s give a round of applause to the sponsor of tonight’s show, why don’t we? To the man who made this all possible! Chimera!”

The round of cheers that followed was deafening, but Chimera quickly shushed the audience as he took the microphone from Darwin. “Let’s not forget about tonight’s guests of dishonor, though.”

Chimera laughed, and the crowd went right along with him. “But it’s true. You owe it to them. I wouldn’t have been able to get VNM into your hands if not for these two fucksluts.”

There was another ripple of laughter that went through the crowd. “So put your hands together for them, gentlemen. This takeover wouldn’t have been possible if Sapphire Dragon, Golden Dragon, and the rest of their cute little family weren’t such inept, pathetic, weak-willed wannabe heroes.”

The cheering and the round of applause that followed brought shame and arousal in equal measure to Marcus. It was true. They’d failed their community. And yet, it was that very same community that was now revelling in their debasement. He had to admit, there was something just so unspeakably hot about that.

“Tonight is time to enjoy the spoils!” said Chimera. “Darwin and I are going to have the first go, but these two sluts are going to be free use for the rest of the night!”

Marcus moaned as Chimera’s fingers tangled in his hair. He didn’t even hold back. There was no reason to. He gagged as Chimera’s cock slid into his throat without warning or mercy, the criminal grinning down at him as he bucked his hips, skull-fucking Marcus without giving him even the slightest chance to adjust.

Chimera’s fat hog was so thick, Marcus felt like his jaw was going to fall off. It barely fit inside his mouth and Chimera wasn’t particularly gentle about face-fucking him, either.

Marcus choked, gagged, and sputtered. Spit and throat slime squirted out of the corners of his mouth every time Chimera’s hips snapped forward.

His eyes watered. Snot bubbled out of his nose. He felt like his brain was getting mashed to bits, getting bruised from all the bouncing around in his skull from just how violently powerful Chimera’s thrusts were. He loved it anyway.

“So. Do you still think your dad is your hero?” said Chimera with a little smirk.

Marcus nodded. He didn’t even have to think about it. Of course he did. That was his dad.

Chimera pulled out of Marcus, a mix of snot, spit, and throat slime gushing out of Marcus’ gullet with a lewd squelch. He grabbed Marcus by the cheeks and forced him to look over to the side, where Darwin was pissing all over Trevor’s face.

Trevor’s mouth was wide open. “More!” he said.

Darwin slapped Trevor across the face. “Beg.”

Trevor’s face flushed. He licked his lips. “More, please, sir, I’m begging you! I’ll be your desperate little piss-guzzling piggy. Just please give me more!”

“Does that look like a hero to you?” said Chimera.

The voice of reason and sanity in Marcus’ head fell silent for the last time. The image he’d always had of his father, this strong, gallant, respectable figure, this Greek god of a man he’d always looked up to, shattered into a million tiny pieces.

What took its place was the memory of Trevor in nothing but a filigree chastity cage, rattling his cramped cock against a stainless steel pole as he humped it. Next to it was the scene of his dad, begging for more piss, like the degenerate whore he was.

Marcus shook his head, his whole worldview suddenly overturned. His father wasn’t a hero. His father was just like him: A weak-willed, brain-dead, helpless, perverted, degenerate slut who liked to parade around pretending to be a hero, but was ready to fall and become a fucktoy for the very first villain that could put up a decent fight.

Chimera chuckled and patted Marcus on the cheek. “Such a good boy. Look at you, finally realizing the truth.”

Marcus nodded as he darted forward and mouthed at Chimera’s cock. “He’s not a hero, sir,” he said almost breathlessly. “He never was. We never were.”

Chimera laughed. “That’s right.” He reached up. He grabbed the sides of his helmet, which hissed as the seals were released. “Want me to let you in on another secret, slut?”

Marcus nodded.

Chimera removed his helmet. The face underneath was familiar. Marcus’ heart skipped a beat. It was Peter.

Marcus’ eyes rolled back in his head. He moaned, his hips bucking of their own accord as he shot rope after rope after rope of thick, warm cum all over the stage. He and his family had been fucked from the start. They never had a chance of winning.

Peter smirked. “That’s right, bitch. I own you and your family now,” he said with a laugh. “And you’re gonna help me take down your other brothers.”