Leo had no idea where he was. His ass was sore. Cum was trickling down his legs. His cock was rock hard and the only thing he could think of was how badly he wanted to touch it, even though his body ached all over. If anything, the dull ache only made him hornier.

He was sprawled on top of an air mattress in a dingy room. The sheets were rough, scratchy, and not even properly secured. It was as if someone had tossed them on the mattress and called it a day. The only light in the room was a dim bulb. The air was musty but also thick with the scent of sweat, sex, cum, and desperation.

The last thing that Leo remembered clearly was Yuri. He’d gone to his friend’s room, shouldering some serious emotional baggage. They’d talked it out. They’d made out.

Leo tilted his head back and groaned. His hands wandered down his body, his fingers tracing over the tapestry of welts and bruises that decorated his torso. He winced at the sharp, stabbing pain that came whenever he touched a particularly tender area, but at the same time, his cock throbbed.

He remembered taking VNM with Yuri. It had been incredible. Mind-blowing, even. He struggled to find the words to describe how good it had felt when Yuri went down on him. It was as if Yuri were sucking the soul out of him through his dick.

Pre-cum rolled down the underside of Leo’s shaft and over the knuckles of his hand as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He squirmed on top of the coarse sheets, a low moan on his lips as he thrust his pelvis into the air.

He could still remember the feeling of Yuri’s mouth on his cock. It was so vivid it was like he was back there. He found himself searching for that vape pen, craving another hit of VNM like nothing else in the world.

More memories came back to Leo as he whined with the realization that he had no VNM to hand. Yuri had gotten him so, so close to coming, but Bart’s goons barged into the room before he could.

The rest was a bit of a blur in his head, but he gritted his teeth and fought through the haze of pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm his thoughts. As it came back to him, he felt a twinge of hurt deep down. Yuri had been in league with Bart and the goons all along.

Leo had wondered how Yuri and Bart weren’t already at each other’s throats. He should have been enraged. A close friend of his had betrayed him, but it was as much his fault for trusting blindly as it was anyone else’s. At the same time, the idea that Yuri, one of the few friends he’d made at university, would betray him for a superior asshole like Bart made his cock so, so hard.

He couldn’t resist. He should have been mourning the loss of a friendship, but instead, he was squeezing his hand tighter around his cock as he imagined the sneer on Yuri’s face. Then again, he supposed he wasn’t so much imagining as remembering the disdainful curl of Yuri’s lips as the goons carried him out.

“Fuck,” Leo moaned under his breath. It was mortifying. It was humiliating. He’d been vulnerable and open with Yuri in a way he’d never been, not even to his family, and all along Yuri had been a mole. A traitor.

Leo’s breath quickened, his chest heaving as he wondered how much Bart knew about the things he shared with Yuri. Had the man he thought was his friend betrayed the things he’d said in confidence? Did Bart know about his insecurities? The things that occasionally kept him up at night?

He fisted his cock, moaning louder as his hand flew up and down along his length. Though they ached, he raised his legs into the air and reached between them with his other hand, plunging his fingers into his sloppy, sore, well-used hole.

Yuri broke his trust. Yuri spat on their friendship. He should have been heartbroken, and perhaps on some level deep down, he was, but when he imagined how Bart and Yuri must have laughed at him and how pathetic he was after giving up his cherry to Yuri, the only thing he could think of was how godsdamned hot that was.

Burning up with lust, Leo flipped over onto his stomach. He planted his knees on the air mattress, turning his head to the side as he raised his ass into the air. He bucked his hips, moaning as he finger-fucked his sore hole while imagining Bart laughing derisively at him.

Leo couldn’t believe that Yuri would trample their years of friendship like this—nor how hot the idea made him. He had to wonder if Yuri ever truly hated Bart, or if it was all just an act to get him to drop his guard. He didn’t even know if Yuri was ever truly his friend or if it was all just a cruel game from the start.

Maybe Yuri agreed with Bart. Maybe Yuri thought that Leo was a pervert. A degenerate. A real faggot. Gods. Leo couldn’t help but moan as he imagined those words coming from Yuri’s lips, the scornful mocking look of the person he considered his closest friend.

Leo’s whole body tensed as he furiously pumped his dick. This was such a fucking turn on and he didn’t get why. His spine arched. His toes curled. His balls pulled up against his body.

Humping his hand desperately, Leo could feel his hole pulsing around his fingers. He was close. He was so, so close. And then, all of a sudden, the dam burst. With a hoarse cry, he came hard, pretty much as hard as he’d come while he was at Chimera’s mercy.

Spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum covered the sheets, which Leo promptly collapsed on top of, smearing the mess he’d made all over his body. He lay there for a little, just panting as he savored the rush and the pleasure of it all.

As he came down from the high, Leo’s mind started to clear. The horniness remained—a thick haze clamped down on top of his thoughts—but at least he could think. Somewhat.

With clarity came recollection. Leo flushed as he remembered what happened after Bart’s goons grabbed him. They’d dragged him naked through the hallway of the student residences. People had stared, but no one had tried to stop them. Not even outside, where there were staff members and adult visitors.

Leo remembered wondering whether they were going to beat him up or run a train on him when the goons dragged him to the frat house. He remembered sincerely hoping that it would be the latter, only to be disappointed when it was neither.

The goons had just handed Leo off to some guy he couldn’t remember—it might have been Bart for all he knew—but he did remember feeling a sudden sharp pain in his neck before getting so horny he was quite literally gagging for cock. They’d had to strap him down with a dildo to suck on like a pacifier.

Everything after that was blurry, probably thanks to the drug they’d given him. He remembered a party, vaguely. He had been the main attraction, he was pretty sure.

Leo squirmed. His mind might not have remembered, but his body certainly did. He became acutely aware of all the welts and bruises, the dull ache that filled every muscle from the beating that he’d received.

His cock twitched. Not that he was ever not horny, but he was horny again. He didn’t think that being subjected to such physical abuse should have been a turn on, but it was.

Leo’s cock swelled as his ass cheeks stung with phantom pain. One of the few vivid memories he had of the night’s events was being spanked with a wooden paddle. It had had the word “Bitch” carved into it, and by the time the beating was done, so did his ass cheeks.

He felt the urge to grab his cock and jerk off, but he mustered every ounce of willpower he had remaining to stave it off. He needed to get home. If it was even still the same day, he needed to go back.

It was one thing to not return one night. It was another entirely if he didn’t make it back twice in a row. And he couldn’t exactly send a text to let them know he was okay since his phone was probably still back in Yuri’s room, along with all his clothes.

The last thing Leo needed was his family calling up a search party, coming to the university, and finding him in this state. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Part of him wanted them to see him like this. Part of him craved the humiliation of being exposed as a nasty, depraved pervert.

He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, looking around, half-hoping to find some clothes set out for him. He would have been happy with rags, but there was nothing. He thought of using the bed sheets, but he couldn’t help but think that walking around in cum-covered sheets would be worse than just walking around naked.

Leo’s heart sank. He’d have to get out of here without his clothes. There was one thing he at least had to his advantage: he was better at the stealth arts than his brothers.

The ceiling to the room was so low that he couldn’t stand, even though he wasn’t particularly tall. He had to crawl on his hands and knees to the door.

When he shuffled out, Leo realized that he was still at the frathouse. They’d stuffed him in a closet under the stairs and the first thing he saw when he got out was the frat’s letters on the wall opposite him.

He immediately used his stealth arts, not wanting to have any run-ins with fratboys that might get ideas about putting him to good use. Still, there was a certain thrill to what he was doing.

It was the evening but Leo was naked, erect, and walking around in public. He was shielded by his stealth arts, but they weren’t perfect. All it would take for him to be exposed was a lapse in concentration, and those were bound to happen when he was this godsdamned horny. Hell, every time he passed another person, his cock would throb and leak, leaving a trail of pre-cum stains on the pavement behind him.

---

Leo’s mind was spinning. He was sitting in his kinesiology class with McInnes, but his thoughts were elsewhere.

After last night’s events, he hadn’t thought that his life could get any crazier. Maybe he’d jinxed it, but his heart was still racing after the crazy breakfast that he’d just had at home.

Seeing Derek in just briefs and an apron had been a proper shock, to begin with, and then Marcus had come in, smelling of VNM. It had taken all of Leo’s willpower to stay in his seat and not jump all over Marcus the moment he realized it.

Seeing Trevor dressed like a whore was less of a surprise now than it had been when Leo first noticed his dad’s changing fashion sense, but fuck if it didn’t give him a massive hard-on. Peter coming over was hardly a surprise, either. Ever since they learned that Peter was their father’s lover, they’d been seeing him around the house a lot more.

The thing that truly threw Leo for a loop was how openly sexual Trevor acted around Peter. It didn’t escalate past making out and heavy petting until today, but gods. He couldn’t help himself when he heard the sounds coming out of Trevor’s room.

It should have felt repulsive and wrong to do what he did in their kitchen, but it was as if he’d been caught up in some sort of spell. Between the sound of their dad getting railed to within an inch of his life and the show Marcus inadvertently put on for Leo and Tristan both, Leo just had to whip his dick out and jerk off, too.

Leo knew it was wrong, but fuck if it wasn’t so hot. He was struggling to care about how immoral it was to be sexual with family—even adoptive family—just because it made his cock so fucking hard.

Even now, just remembering the events that had transpired had him nursing a hard-on under his desk. He wasn’t just rubbing his cock through his pants. He’d taken it out, and he was idly stroking it while memories of the insane breakfast he’d had kept replaying over and over in his head.

This was the filthiest, riskiest thing that Leo had ever done, and the thing was that he didn’t even feel bad about it. He should have. He was a hero. He was supposed to be good. He was supposed to be an example. But he just couldn’t help himself. He was just too fucking horny.

The only thing Leo could hope was that the other people in his class wouldn’t notice what he was doing. Even then, a small part of him wanted them to. He wanted to get called out and dragged in front of the class, exposed for his perversions. This was the kind of thing that got people expelled, that ruined futures, but gods was it hot knowing how much he was risking by doing this.

“Mr. Chan?”

McInnes’ voice calling out to him gave Leo something of a jolt. He looked up, wide-eyed, his heart pounding in his chest. The stern edge to McInnes’ voice came as a surprise and it made his cock throb. “Y-yes, Sir?” he stammered.

Leo had noticed that there was a palpable tension in the classroom the moment he walked in. He wasn’t sure if the others noticed. If he was being honest, he’d thought it was just his imagination at first, but no, McInnes was paying an inordinate amount of attention to him, staring at him with an unfamiliar intensity.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he did something wrong. He’d managed to submit everything he needed to submit—but not without a considerable amount of struggle—or at least he thought he had.

Maybe he fucked up. Or maybe McInnes had noticed what he was doing. Holy fuck, he thought to himself, his cock pulsing in his hand. He very nearly lost his load right then.

If McInnes had noticed, then was Leo going to get punished? And what kind of punishment was he going to get? A suspension would be lame. Expulsion would be hot, he supposed. The idea that he would come to be known as the pervert loser who got expelled from university for jerking off in class was filthy in all the right ways.

But this was McInnes. He wanted something more personal. Maybe he’d get pulled down to the front of the class, taken over McInnes’ knee, and spanked for being such a degenerate whore while everyone laughed at him.

Leo’s cheeks turned scarlet. Fuck. This was embarrassing. The silence, especially, was awkward. But he couldn’t help himself.

“If it wouldn’t be an inconvenience, Mr. Chan, I’d like to ask that you remain present for my class. I’m here to nurture your mind. We’d only be wasting both of our times if your body’s the only thing that’s here.”

Leo shivered. There was a mean edge to McInnes voice that he’d never heard before. It was a bit jarring, but at the same time, fuck. Hearing McInnes speak in such an authoritative tone did things to him.

“Y-yes, Sir,” Leo stammered, his cheeks heating up. Fuck. “I-I’ll stay present, Sir.” The humiliation was intense. It went straight to his cock.

“Good. See that you do.”

McInnes shot a look at Leo that was filled with such scorn and contempt that it made Leo’s heart skip a beat. A small part of him was worried about what could have happened to cause such a change in attitude, but the greater part of him was more turned on than he knew how to deal with.

Leo bit back a moan. He was teetering on the edge before, but now he felt like he could spill over at the slightest provocation. The effect that McInnes had on him had always been outsized and the very idea that McInnes had seen through him and seen just how much of a degenerate loser freak he was made him so fucking hard.

McInnes turned back to his slides but stopped and added, “Ah, and while I have your attention—an increasingly rare commodity these days, it seems—I want you to stay after class.”

It wasn’t for a fond ribbing that McInnes had said those words to Leo. The tone of his voice suggested it was a genuine insult. Leo should have felt bad, but instead, hearing that invective from McInnes was the trigger that pushed him off the ledge.

It took every ounce of willpower that Leo had left in his body to fight down the urge to moan as his cock exploded under his desk. Cum rocketed out of him with such force that it would have been impossible not to hear the spurts splattering against the underside of his desk.

The one thing Leo had going for him was that he’d chosen an isolated seat in the back corner of the classroom. No one was sitting immediately next to him. But it was only a matter of time before someone noticed the smell of his cum in the air.

“Well, Mr. Chan?” said McInnes, tapping his foot impatiently.

Leo struggled to regain his capacity for speech, but when he finally did, he nodded weakly and said, “Y-yes, Sir.”

---

McInnes was having some trouble. Leo was proving to be more of a distraction in class than he’d anticipated. Not to any of the other students, but to him, specifically.

He was soldiering on through his lecture, trying his best not to let his gaze wander too far up the aisles of seats, but there was no helping it. It didn’t matter that Leo was his student, Leo was also White Tiger, and he was as drawn to him as he was when they first met.

Of course, after last night, McInnes had learned things about Leo that he never would have expected to discover. It was part of the reason he kept looking.

Knowing what a depraved, weak-willed glutton for punishment Leo was deep down, he couldn’t help but wonder what sort of mischief the boy was up to. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out, going by the expressions he caught crossing Leo’s face every time he managed to steal a glance.

That perverted little whore, McInnes couldn’t help but think to himself. Just a few days ago, those wouldn’t have been the words to come to mind, but a lot had happened since then.

In the back of his mind, McInnes was aware that he should have been a bit more concerned about the sudden and dramatic shift of his values system. It was as if he’d become a more sexual, more aggressive creature overnight. It should have been alarming, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care, for some reason.

Even if he could have changed things back, McInnes didn’t feel much inclined. He liked himself better this way. He’d always been somewhat lacking in confidence, so this was a nice change of pace.

Besides, McInnes wasn’t sure his old self would have been able to keep up with Leo. The gentle, soft-spoken version of McInnes would have had trouble doing what needed to be done—treating Leo the way Leo needed to be treated. The very last thing that McInnes wanted was to lose Leo because he was too soft.

That wasn’t going to happen now, not if McInnes could help it. His newfound confidence was, honestly, quite intoxicating. He’d never used that stern, mocking tone of voice with a student before, least of all Leo, but gods did it feel good.

McInnes might have just been a doctoral candidate, but he’d been teaching for the better part of two years now as part of his Ph.D. commitments. There had been so many times he wanted to clap back at his students, but never quite felt secure enough in his role as a disciplinarian for his classes to do so. That wasn’t going to be the case for much longer.

He never imagined that he would find the idea of humiliating and degrading another person to have any sexual appeal. He’d always been brought up to treat people with dignity and respect; it had simply never occurred to him that some people didn’t want to be treated with dignity and respect.

McInnes had seen the look on Leo’s face when he heard how McInnes was talking to him—he deer-in-headlights look, the flushed cheeks and parted lips, the barely constrained moan. He was going to treasure the image of that forever, knowing now the effect that he had on Leo. It would be his motivation and his reassurance whenever that gentler side of him cropped up and tried to tell him that he was being too harsh. That one expression made it clearer than anything to him that Leo loved this kind of treatment.

There was another thing on McInnes’ mind: an envelope carefully tucked into his bag. It had come from the Dean and while it was sealed, he was aware of its contents. It was an invitation to an event, but it wasn’t for him, and it wasn’t an invitation to be a guest, but rather a main attraction.

He’d already accepted his invitation, but what was on his mind was how he would get Leo to accept it. The answer didn’t hit him until he’d told Leo to stay behind. Now that he knew the type of man Leo was, the solution to the conundrum was painfully obvious. He just had to tell Leo what to do.

McInnes remembered the anxiety when he was told that the Dean wanted to talk to him. His mind had immediately gone back to last night’s party—and his enthusiastic participation toward the end when the fratboys handed him the paddle with “Bitch” carved on it—and he’d wondered if anyone had given them away.

---

McInnes could barely remember to breathe as he entered the Dean’s office. He just knew that he was going to get the pink slip handed to him and the uncertainty of what that meant for his Ph.D. made him sick to his stomach.

Part of it was that he didn’t want to render the past few years of hard work completely worthless, but another part of it was that he didn’t want to have to move away. He would have to leave Leo behind if that happened, and he wasn’t willing to do that.

It wasn’t until he took a good look at just what was inside the Dean’s office that his concerns were somewhat eased. He had wondered where the Dean’s previous aide, Margaret, had gone since there was a handsome blond guy probably no more than a few years older than McInnes at the secretary’s desk.

The Dean’s desk had been moved aside, though the more that McInnes thought about it, the more he was convinced that the other person inside the room might have been the one to do the moving. The Dean was perfectly capable, of course. For an older man, he had demonstrated that he was quite strong and healthy on more than one occasion, participating in the local marathons among other things.

And even if McInnes hadn’t seen the Dean’s fairly active lifestyle for himself, there was no denying the physique that was on full display before him. The Dean was sitting in his office chair, fully naked, with his legs spread and his arms folded behind his head.

McInnes took good care of his body but he could only dream that he would look as good when he reached the Dean’s age.

On all fours in the space between the Dean’s legs, wearing nothing but a white jockstrap that framed his muscular ass perfectly and showed off the incredible landscape of his sculpted back was the very sexy, very naked likely suspect for moving the Dean’s desk to the wall: Bart.

This wasn’t the place or manner that McInnes had expected to meet a student that he’d so far struggled to see as anything more than a troublemaker, but he couldn’t say that he had any complaints. The sight from his current vantage point was nothing short of incredible, especially as he watched Bart happily bob his head up and down on the Dean’s lap.

Maybe McInnes had been too hasty in assuming that the reason the Dean got involved in last night’s party was the influence of Bart’s parents. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Bart might be the Dean’s boytoy, using his own influence to make sure things went his way.

A few days ago, McInnes would have been indignant about this display, but after last night’s party and what he had seen, it was like something changed inside him. The front of his pants got tight, a natural sign of his appreciation for the view he was getting that he might have tried to hide once, but not today.

The Dean didn’t look up when McInnes entered. Instead, he reached down and cupped the side of Bart’s face. “Everyone seems to think that he’s nothing more than an arrogant asshole who gets away with everything because of his parents’ money,” said the Dean as he rubbed his thumb over Bart’s cheek. “And sure, that might be true, but there’s more to him than that.”

There was a crisp smack as the Dean lightly smacked Bart on the cheek. "Keep sucking, bitch, " he growled under his breath. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of hesitation before Bart went back to his task. “I always suspected there was something in there, a part of him that was always looking for an authority figure that he could respect and take orders from.”

McInnes had no idea where the Dean was going with this, but he said nothing. He was content to watch from where he was standing, just past the door. He had to admire the way that Bart’s well-developed musculature rippled and shifted as he moved.

“That part of him was never going to come out on its own, you know,” said the Dean with a little smirk as he tangled his fingers into Bart’s hair. "He was too caught up what a big deal he was—in how the world revolved around him and needed to bend to his wishes just because he was a bigshot."

The Dean chuckled. "I always thought that all he needed was the right kind of push. I fantasized about giving him that push, of course, but I never would have acted on it."

“S-so what changed, Sir?” said McInnes. What the Dean was describing had marked similarities to what he was going through. He had always pegged the Dean to be a gentle, if sometimes a bit spineless. The Dean’s easy confidence, the hint of arrogance in his tone, and just how comfortable he seemed showing off his body and his dominance didn’t jive well with the image that McInnes had of the man.

“I got a push, just like Bart did,” said the Dean with a grin. “At first I resisted, I said, ‘this isn’t you, you have to fight!’ but now that I’ve had a chance to settle in, I can’t imagine why I ever wanted to resist the change.”

“H-how did you get this push, Sir?” said McInnes. He couldn’t help but be curious. He felt the shift in himself, too. The gentleness was still there, but alongside a new need to dominate—a new willingness to be harsh and degrading.

“Well, we have our university’s newest patron to thank for that,” said the Dean. "He’s invented a life-changing drug that liberates your sexuality. It’s called VNM. It’s truly amazing. Downright miraculous I would even say."

The Dean smirked at McInnes. “You should know, you had your first experience of it last night,” he said.

McInnes’ eyes widened. “Was that what it was?” he said.

The Dean nodded. “Do you regret it?” he said.

McInnes thought about that question for a moment. Yes, a small part of him was upset at being exposed to something without his consent, but it wasn’t like it had harmed him. And he liked feeling confident instead of anxious, like most of the time.

Besides that, McInnes liked not feeling guilty about his fantasies, no matter how much darker they had become since last night. He shook his head. “No, Sir, I don’t think I do,” he said.

“Nor do I,” said the Dean with a smirk. He pushed down with his hand on the top of Bart’s head and said, "And I don’t think that this pretty little bitch of mine has too many objections about his inner faggot being brought out."

McInnes chuckled. Suddenly, he felt a lot more comfortable being in front of the Dean like this. “No, Sir, I can’t imagine that he does. Look at him, he’s loving this treatment. He couldn’t be shaking that ass more enticingly if he tried.”

The Dean leaned forward and smacked Bart’s sculpted, muscular ass. The sound was crisp and the way that Bart’s ass cheek rippled from the blow was nothing short of delectable. “I think you’re right. Then, in that case, I imagine you’d be open to attending an event that we’re throwing to honor our newest donor?” said the Dean after a moment.

McInnes thought about it for a second, but he didn’t see the harm. “I’d be honored, Sir,” he said.

“Good. And, ah. I was hoping you could invite someone else along as well,” said the Dean. "You’ll find an envelope addressed to them on my desk. You’ll be coming as a guest, but they’d be more of a… prize than anything else. try to make sure he accepts. I’m sure you can do that much, can’t you?"

---

Leo wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that he’d just masturbated and ejaculated in class or the uncertainty of what McInnes could want to talk to him about. He felt dirty and ashamed about what he’d done and yet, at the same time, the confirmation that he was a spineless, helpless pervert with a profound lack of self-control was an incredible turn-on.

His stomach was in knots. His cock was still out and still hard. He was bouncing his leg just waiting for class to end and wondering about whether he’d forgotten to turn anything in.

Leo was pretty sure that he’d done all his work, but considering how the past couple of days had gone, there was no guarantee. He watched the clock as much as he watched McInnes, just waiting for the time to run down on the lecture.

Finally, McInnes wrapped up with a final slide, reminding the class of their homework and project due dates. At the same time, he looked up at where Leo was sitting and said, “Just as a reminder, Mr. Chan. In case you were too distracted to remember, I’ll need you to stay behind after class.”

Leo blushed as a couple of people looked at him. “Y-yes, Sir,” he said, barely audible over the din of people putting their stuff away.

It was a good thing that no one passed behind Leo on their way out. He’d started stroking his cock again while waiting for the other students to filter out of the lecture hall.

Leo didn’t even want to put his dick away when it was just him and McInnes left, but he couldn’t very well walk up to the front with his dick hanging out of his pants. Gulping thickly, he stuffed his cock into his pants and got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he made his way down to the front of the lecture hall.

He just stood by the side of the desk while McInnes put his stuff away. The silence was awkward and only grew more awkward with every moment that passed.

After some time, Leo couldn’t take it anymore. “D-Did I do something wrong, Sir?” he said.

McInnes seemed surprised by the question. He looked at Leo and raised an eyebrow. For a moment, it looked like he was about to say something, but he held back.

Leo honestly didn’t know what to do. The idea of disappointing McInnes because of his perversion was hot, but somehow the idea of disappointing McInnes because he was a bad student felt awful. He couldn’t help but frown, worried that something had gone horribly wrong.

McInnes’ stern expression softened when he saw Leo’s contrition. He shook his head and said, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re doing great in my class. I’m glad you’re putting in the effort to get the work done—even if I’ve noticed that you’re still distracted.”

The prominent bulge that Leo’s cock made in his pants twitched. He hadn’t even bothered to cover it up, but if McInnes had noticed it, McInnes hadn’t let on. “I-I’m sorry, Sir, the past few days have just been… challenging.”

McInnes dusted his hands off and wiped his palms on his pants. “I get that,” he said. Turning, he caught Leo by the chin and brushed a thumb over Leo’s cheek bone. There was a tender look in his eyes as he said, “You’re as cute as ever,” before lightly pinching Leo’s cheek.

Leo barely felt it. He felt as if his face was going to burn off. He was blushing so hard he was sure his cheeks were going to burst into flame at the slightest provocation. “T-thank you,” he said.

“It was only the truth,” said McInnes. “Here, I have something for you.”

Leo accepted the sealed envelope that McInnes handed to him. It was an invitation to an event of sorts that was being held in honor of the university’s newest patron. There was apparently going to be an auction where the proceeds were going to charity.

“I’m not sure what this has to do with me, Sir,” he said. “I-I definitely don’t have the money to be participating in an auction.”

McInnes tapped Leo on the cheek. “Read it more closely. You’re not being invited as a guest. You’re being invited as a ‘prize’ that actual guests can win at the auction.”

Leo’s eyes widened. The flush on his cheeks took on a darker shade of red. Apparently, the auction was for a “date night,” though the conditions suggested that it was going to be more of an “own me for the day” sort of deal.

He was just about to say that he wasn’t gay—a reflexive response that came from the fact that the event was going to be held at a gay club—but enough had happened to him that he wasn’t so sure about how true that was, anymore. “I-I’ll need to think on it, Sir. I’m not sure I’ll have the time.”

McInnes chuckled. “You’re adorable,” he said.

Leo was confused. “W-what do you mean, Sir?” he said, his brain having short-circuited the moment he heard those words come out of McInnes’ mouth.

McInnes tapped Leo on the cheek. It was firmer this time. Then he did it again, but with enough force to create an audible smack.

The smacks didn’t hurt, but they were enough that Leo felt them. For a moment, it looked like McInnes might go for another, but McInnes stopped just short.

“It’s adorable that you think you have a choice,” said McInnes.

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. Not only had he never seen McInnes be this handsy, he’d never heard McInnes be so assertive. It took every ounce of willpower he had left not to raise his hand to touch the spot that McInnes had smacked.

McInnes’ gaze met Leo’s. Even his look was stern in a way that Leo had never seen before. “Did I stutter?” said McInnes, “You will be participating. You will be going up on auction. And you’ll be doing your godsdamned best to fetch a good price on that stage.”

Leo was desperately turned on. His cock was so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his pants. He had no idea where this side of McInnes had come from all of a sudden, but the perverse, degenerate part of him loved it.

He wanted to just say yes on principle. McInnes was borderline aggressive with his assertiveness and it pushed all the right buttons for Leo but there was something in the back of his mind that made him hesitate. “I-I might be busy tonight, Sir. I don’t know if I can make it.”

McInnes smacked Leo on the cheek a fourth time. The impact was louder than the last, and the spot where his hand landed was left tingling even if it didn’t hurt. “You can make it. You will make time. Because I said so. End of conversation. Understood?”

Leo turned bright red. How he managed not to moan then and there was beyond him. He didn’t understand what was happening, but his cock was all for it.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he probably shouldn’t let himself get bullied into doing something he wasn’t sure about, but this was McInnes. And more to the point, this was McInnes giving him an order.

Leo ducked his head, his heart racing in his chest. “I-I’ll do as you say, Sir,” he said almost breathlessly.

McInnes patted Leo on the head and chuckled as he said, “Good boy. Now, don’t be sullen. This is for your benefit, anyway. But that’s all. You can go now, if you’d like.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” said Leo. He awkwardly shuffled out of the lecture hall, his cock as solid as a steel rod stuck down his pants leg.

---

As soon as he left his class, Leo spotted Yuri outside waiting for him. It was as if nothing had happened and he couldn’t help but bristle, McInnes temporarily forgotten.

Though he found Yuri’s betrayal quite hot, it didn’t change the fact that the guy was a dirty traitor. “What are you doing here?” he hissed as he stomped up to Yuri.

Yuri quirked an eyebrow. “I always wait for you after your kinesiology class?” he said.

Leo scowled. “And what makes you think we can just keep on going like nothing happened?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

Leo looked to either side and leaned in. Lowering his voice, he whisper-yelled at Yuri, “You betrayed me! I can’t help but wonder if we were ever really friends to begin with!”

“Oh, man, you’re hurting me, Leo, bro,” said Yuri. “Of course we’re friends. I never betrayed you.”

“Then explain yesterday, huh? I thought you hated Bart and his goons?”

Yuri blinked. He laughed, after a moment, and said, “But I never said I did? That’s kind of on you for assuming. And you know what they say about assumptions. They make an ass out—”

“Cut the bullshit!” said Leo. “I know you’re together with one of those assholes!”

Yuri chuckled. He gave Leo a small, condescending smile. “Is that what this is about?” he said. “Yeah, we’re together, I guess, but it’s not like we’re exclusive.”

“It’s not that,” said Leo. “Why are you friends with Bart and them? They’re fucking homophobic!”

Yuri laughed out loud, drawing some looks their way. “What? That’s just how Bart shows affection. Besides, there’s a difference between gay guys and fags, anyway. Bart’s gay. He’s not even in the closet.”

Leo was struck dumb by that comment. For a few seconds, the only thing he could do was open and close his mouth as he searched for something to say. Finally, he managed, “WHAT?!”

Yuri shrugged. “Again, it’s on you for making assumptions,” he said. “And the whole frat party thing? I mean, c’mon, man. That was for your own good. You needed an outlet for your stress. And to get in touch with your inner fag.”

Leo’s cheeks turned scarlet. Yuri wasn’t even trying to be discreet. “Can you tone it down?” he said, trying to hush Yuri.

“Now, you gotta admit, it worked, didn’t it?” said Yuri. “Look at that. You’re not even trying to hide it anymore.”

Leo flushed a darker shade of red when Yuri reached between his legs to palm the outline of his cock through his pants.

“Now, are you going to keep throwing a tantrum, or are you going to be a good boy? Because we can’t have fun together when you’re like this. I don’t play with naughty little bitches.”

Leo was incredibly flustered. He couldn’t manage the words to respond. It was then that he realized that maybe Yuri was right. It was weird, but he didn’t feel as stressed as he usually did. His body ached from the beatings and lashings he’d received, but the pain was oddly soothing.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Leo thought to himself. It was the same kind of way that he felt whenever he finished a good workout. An ache that was fulfilling and comfortable, except this one came from having his body abused onstage by a man in leather.

Whatever Leo might have thought about it, it was just more proof that Bart was right about him. He was a pervert. He couldn’t even deny it anymore. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he hung his head. “I’ll be a good boy…” he said under his breath.

Yuri pretended not to hear even though he was definitely close enough to have been able to hear it. “What was that?”

Leo repeated himself. He said it more firmly, this time with more conviction. “I’ll be a good boy.”

Yuri chuckled. He took out his VNM vape and handed it to Leo before ruffling his hair. “Here. Good boys deserve their treats, after all.”

Leo took a hit off the vape, his lungs filling with the familiar scent. He hadn’t been going through withdrawals without VNM, but he’d been missing the mindless arousal that it inspired. Inhaling the vapor filled that void inside him, buoying his mood.

“Fuck,” Leo muttered under his breath. His cock throbbed needily in his pants. “I’m so ready, Yuri. To be a good boy.”

---

It was later in the evening now and Leo was still riding the high of the time he’d spent with Yuri. His nipples were still buzzing, and so was the tip of his dick.

He wasn’t sure where Yuri pulled that thing out of, nor did he know what sort of sorcery it ran on, but it had been magical. It was like lightning in a bottle unleashed right against his skin. The only disappointment, he supposed, was the fact they had to cut the session short.

Leo peered out from backstage. He was at the club now, his first time at this one, and he was fairly certain it wasn’t supposed to look the way it did. The place had been clearly done up to resemble a proper high-end auction house, complete with tables and booths for the guests.

His eyes widened as he was looking out over the audience. More and more were trickling in by the minute, but what grabbed his attention more than anything was the sight of Marcus out there in the crowd.

Leo’s older brother was in the lap of a handsome businessman. Marcus was dressed like a whore, but if Leo was being honest, Marcus was always the most likely to end up actually being a whore. He’d never imagined that he would eventually be in the same sort of situation himself.

Marcus was definitely underdressed compared to the guests, who were in formal black tie. Everything he was wearing, from his harness and jockstrap to his backwards baseball cap and high-top sneakers, was in pastel blue and bubblegum pink. They really worked with his Filipino complexion and the posing oil that had been liberally rubbed all over him to give his skin a dull luster only added to the effect.

Leo’s cock twitched. His brother had to be the highest paid whore in the club. With a sculpted back and a tight toned ass like that, men were probably lining up around the block to take a crack at Marcus.

Hell, every experience Leo had had so far ended with him taking something up his ass, but even though his gay awakening had been as a bottom, he was still tempted to hit Marcus’ rear himself. If nothing else, he felt a strong urge to go out there, grab Marcus by the hips, and stick his face between those tight, muscular cheeks.

Fortunately for Leo, the stage manager came up to him before his willpower was truly tested. “You’re on in a few minutes,” said the guy—Kay, according to his nametag—before giving Leo a quick once over.

Leo was ready, or at least about as ready as he could be. The whole reason Yuri had broken out the electro stim wand had been to give him an incentive while they rehearsed what he would have to do.

The guy who was going before Leo was already on the stage. He was a big Irishman, built like a brick shithouse. Just like Marcus, he was all oiled up so that he would glisten in the stage lights. By the look of him and the size of what he was packing, Leo would have pegged him as more of a top, but he turned around, bent over, and spread his legs for the audience just as the auctioneer called for bids.

An older silver fox won the bid for the Irishman, at which point Kay muttered, “Liam, you lucky bastard,” under his breath.

Leo didn’t have the opportunity to inquire about why Liam—the guy onstage, he assumed—was so lucky. It was his turn next and Kay wasn’t exactly being gentle while dragging him toward the entrance he was supposed to be using.

He was still uncertain about this whole thing, but he took a breath to steel his nerves. He focused on what McInnes told him when they met before he entered the club. He had to do his best. He was ordered to. Naturally, that meant that he had to.

Leo hadn’t bothered with clothes. Few of the prizes tonight had. The only thing he had on was a tear-away jockstrap that felt incredibly flimsy once he was making his way down that catwalk.

He stopped just short of the edge of the stage and took a step back to make way for the pole that rose up from the floor. He wasn’t very good at this, but he’d seen Marcus practice. And he had a bit of a cheat code—he was weaving some martial arts that he thought would work decently well into the routine.

Leo hopped off the pole and ended with a flourish, ripping the jock off of him in one smooth move. He ran up to the pole, pressing his hips against it while he ground his stiff cock against the steel.

His chest was heaving from the performance. His cheeks were red. A thin sheen of sweat covered him from head to toe, not just from the exertion but from the heat of the stage lights, too. Somehow, he’d managed not to embarrass himself, but feeling all those eyes on him, knowing just how much they were lusting after him, he couldn’t help but moan out loud.

Leo was mortified when the microphones near the stage picked up on his moan and broadcast his desperate arousal to the entirety of the club.

The auctioneer opened the floor, and the bidding started in a frenzied craze. He could barely keep up, but he knew the number was getting big. But when he heard one particular voice through the din, it grabbed his attention so completely that it was as if the volume dial had been turned down on everything else.

That one single voice cut through the pounding music and the din of conversation. Leo searched for the source and found it. He saw McInnes sitting at one of the booths. McInnes was across the table from someone Leo recognized as one of the other Ph.D. candidates teaching at the university.

Leo’s cock throbbed. Knowing that McInnes was willing to bet a substantial amount of money to own him for a day felt incredible. He hoped that McInnes would win, but the price was quickly climbing.

He managed to hold on to hope until another familiar voice cut through the chaos to make a frankly outrageous bid. McInnes frowned and, along with everyone else at the auction, turned to look at the source of the bid.

Leo’s stomach tied itself in knots. Chimera was sitting in one of the booths at the back. He was accompanied by a bunch of bodyguards—though they were more likely henchmen than anything else—and he was sitting with the Dean.

His heart skipped a beat. Chimera was right there, and no one was doing anything. He’d expected that Marcus, at least, would slip away to discreetly change before confronting Chimera, but, if anything, Marcus was grinding up against his businessman’s lap with redoubled enthusiasm.

The bid went once. Then it went twice. Leo hoped against hope that someone might manage to outbid Chimera, but with the price tag being as high as it was, he had his doubts that anyone could.

Just like that, the auctioneer banged his gavel. The sale was finalized. For the next 24 hours, Leo was going to be at Chimera’s mercy, and all for the low, low price of a figure with more zeroes than Leo had ever seen outside of news stories and math classes.

As Leo was being walked down the stage, McInnes came up to him. He looked angry, and for a moment, Leo was afraid of what McInnes might say.

“I don’t like that he’s going to have you for the next day, but it is what it is,” said McInnes as he took Leo by the shoulders. “I’ll just have to come better prepared next time.”

“I wish he hadn’t won,” Leo admitted.

McInnes tapped Leo on the cheek. There was an audible smack. “Be a good boy,” he said. “We don’t both have to like him, but he paid for you fair and square. Whatever you might think of him, he doesn’t deserve sub-par service, so act like you’re serving me, instead.”

Leo flushed. Serving McInnes instead? His heart raced. Yes, he’d kissed McInnes as White Tiger already, but as far as he’d known, McInnes didn’t feel the same way about him as Leo.

His cock twitched in his pants. This was the first indication he’d gotten that McInnes was interested at all in him as Leo. “Y-yes, Sir,” he said, unable to help but grin despite the trepidation he felt deep down.

Since McInnes had given him a mission to accomplish, Leo could hardly say no.

---

Leo was marched into the room by two of Chimera’s henchmen. The floor was cold on his bare feet and the solid steel manacles around his wrists and ankles were quite heavy, the attached metal rings rattling as he shuffled along.

He wasn’t surprised to find a stage of some sort. It had been clearly set up just for him. Chimera seemed to have a thing for publicly humiliating him, which he probably wouldn’t have complained as much about if Chimera weren’t a criminal.

The back of the stage had a raised platform. There was a chair there, though really it was more akin to a throne. Chimera was lounging in the seat, his helmet on, wearing his sleek black suit with its purple circuit lines.

Leo might not have been able to see Chimera’s face through the tinted polyglass visor of Chimera’s helmet, but it didn’t take much of a leap of the imagination to picture a smirk on the villain’s lips.

What Chimera’s expression was under the helmet was hardly Leo’s biggest concern. In the middle of the stage was a steel pole with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. On either side were step stools while chains dangled from overhead.

Leo gulped audibly at the sight. He knew he was in for another night of torment, and in front of a larger audience this time. Looking around, he was honestly surprised by how many there were: a throng of Chimera’s goons, all in uniform.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been so shocked, though. He’d already seen how disciplined, organized, and well-trained Chimera’s men were. This wasn’t just some ramshackle gang, it was a proper organization. And at this point, it was becoming abundantly clear that Chimera didn’t do anything in half-measures.

Chimera sat up and clapped his hands. Instantly, the low hum of conversation around the room died down. “Let’s all welcome tonight’s guest of honor, shall we?” he said with a laugh. “I hope you’re ready to be tested to the limits of your endurance.”

Leo’s first instinct was to be belligerent and defiant. As horny as he was over what was about to happen, old habits died hard. His inner hero wanted to break free, to at least try to fight.

Every time he was tempted, McInnes’ words echoed in his head. He might not have liked Chimera, but he’d been bought fair and square in an auction where participated of his own free will. Even if Chimera was a criminal, that didn’t mean that he deserved to be ripped off.

Leo lowered his head, a faint tremor running through his body as he took a breath. He would do his best. He had promised as much to McInnes. Maybe not in so many words, but in accepting the command, he might as well have.

Chimera snorted. He leaned back in his chair and motioned for his men to bring Leo forward.

They marched Leo up to the pole. He climbed onto the step stools, one foot on each. He stepped over the dildo, letting it settle into the cleft of his ass.

Leo had no idea what sort of devious punishment Chimera had in store for him tonight, but he could guess that it was going to be unpleasant. He steeled his nerves. He could deal with Chimera later, but right now, he wasn’t a hero. He was a prize, and he had to play the part.

He took a breath. He looked at the ground. “I’m ready,” he said. “I’ll take whatever you throw my way.”

Chimera chuckled. “Look at you being so docile,” he said. "It must have been that professor of yours. He really is a good influence on you.

“Honestly, I expected that you’d be a lot angrier. If not that, then at least a bit curious. Why you? Why the interest? Haven’t you ever wondered about all that?”

The question took Leo for a loop. For a moment, he dared to raise his gaze to Chimera’s obscured face. He hadn’t really considered it, if he was being honest.

He’d guessed that Chimera was just acting like all the other criminals. He was just an obstacle in Chimera’s way. But then, it struck him: he was Leo right now, not White Tiger.

Leo’s heart raced. The way Chimera had asked that question suggested that this was something different. Something deeper. Now that he thought about it, it almost felt… personal.

Chimera chuckled. “See, there you go. Now you’re asking the right questions.” He sat up and grabbed his helmet with both hands. There was a faint hiss, and then he twisted the helmet to the side.

Leo couldn’t help but gasp in shock when Chimera removed the helmet.

Peter smirked down at Leo. “Surprised to see me?” he said with a laugh.

Leo couldn’t believe it. This whole time, the culprit had been right under their noses. His thoughts whirled as he realized that everything weird at home started when Trevor decided to take on Peter for private lessons.

The possibility had never occurred to him. Peter had always been a bit weird, he supposed, but never suspicious. Even looking at the guy now, he couldn’t quite believe it.

“What’s the point?!” Leo yelled, a sudden rush of anger overwhelming the confused mix of arousal and horror inside him. “Why my family?!”

Peter shook his head and barked a scornful laugh. “You don’t know how good you got it,” he said. “You never had to spend a night on the streets. You haven’t had the ‘privilege’ of being fostered by a bunch of psychos that only wanted the money.”

Taking a breath, Peter continued. “All I wanted was a family that would take me in and love me, you see. I knew about Trevor. I grew up in the neighborhood and I always admired him. When I was orphaned, I hoped that Trevor might take me in. He’d always treated me well, told me I could come to him if ever I was in trouble or needed help. But he never reached out.”

Leo heard a quiet click behind him, followed by the lewd wet noises of the dildo being lubed up. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that the fat rubber cock had been slathered up, the thin layer of slick that clung to it glistening faintly purple in the light.

A pair of hands grasped him by the hips and pulled him up and back until the blunt end of the dildo was resting against his pucker. It was the same sort as the one that Chimera had used to fuck him the other day—a likely replica of what Chimera was packing under that tight, form-fitting suit of his. A frisson of arousal cut through the anger that was simmering inside Leo.

“I was on the brink of turning 18,” said Peter. “The only education I had was what I taught myself, since why would my foster parents bother when the government couldn’t be fucked to check they were doing a good job? The only skills I’d learned were from videos on the internet. In a few weeks, I was going to be out on my ass with no prospects and this time I wasn’t even going to have barebones support from the government.”

Leo frowned. It was a sad story, he was willing to admit, but… “What does this have to do with me?”

A pair of rough hands clapped onto Leo’s shoulders. They could have pressed him down onto the dildo, but they didn’t. Peter held up his hand to put a brief pause to the proceedings.

“I’m getting there, kitty cat,” said Peter with a knowing smirk.

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. Peter knew he was White Tiger. But he still didn’t understand why this was so personal.

“I still remember that day like it was yesterday,” said Peter. “I remember putting aside my pride. I knew I needed help, so I went to Trevor, hoping to find it. Hoping the offer still stood. That he’d give me a place to start, to learn, to grow.”

Leo could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears. “W-when was this?”

The corner of Peter’s mouth curled in a wicked little smirk. “The dojo was closed when I arrived. I peeked in through the window and saw that there was a party. You were 15 at the time, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, the newest member of the Chan family.”

Peter motioned for the henchman to go ahead. Leo groaned as the dildo started to split him open. The firm, unyielding rubber spread his hole around the considerable girth. The stretch burned and Leo had to grit his teeth to bear it.

“Y-you should have knocked,” Leo grunted. “You should have asked. Trevor would have helped you. That’s the kind of man my dad is.”

Peter looked at Leo. There was such contempt in his gaze that Leo almost wanted to fold in on himself. “I didn’t bother sticking around. I’d pinned my hopes on a man’s promise to a six-year-old. Trevor had had years to reach out, but when I needed him most, it was Tristan that he took in. You, however, were the final nail in the coffin.”

Leo panted. He was halfway down the length of the dildo. It was so big it felt like it was pushing his organs out of the way. He could barely think. It filled him up so much there was hardly any space to think.

“When you were adopted, I knew that was never going to be my life,” said Peter. “I knew that Trevor probably forgot me before long and moved on with his life without a thought for me even though I was always holding on, always hoping that he’d eventually reach out.”

Sweat trickled down Leo’s brow. “S-so you’re j-jealous. I-is that it?” he stammered as he tried to get accustomed to the feeling of being impaled on a replica of Peter’s cock. “T-that’s what this is all about, right? T-tormenting me won’t change what happened! Y-you only have yourself to blame! You should have asked. M-maybe then you’d have gotten what you w-wanted.”

Peter chuckled. “It might not make a difference but it’s hella fuckin’ cathartic,” he said. “I felt abandoned, hopeless, and betrayed. If I had my way, I’d have made him put you out on the streets myself, but I can’t change that you’re his son. He’ll always love you. I’ll just have to make sure that he figures out the right way to express that love.”

The glint in Peter’s strange, bluish-purple eyes was downright devilish in its wickedness. “I’ll be sure that he makes you suffer. And then I’ll make sure that you love every moment of it.”

Leo moaned as the dildo bottomed out. He looked down and saw a bulge in his belly from the rubber cock buried in his ass. His cock throbbed, the arousal threatening to override his anger and indignation, and maybe even that small part of him that felt sympathetic to Peter’s plight.

He shook his head, struggling to cling to the clarity that remained with him. “D-dad would never hurt me. Not on purpose,” he said, barely managing to choke down the moan that threatened to spill from his throat.

Peter chuckled. “He would. If he believed that was what would make his son happy.” He leaned back and spread his legs, rubbing his gloved hand over his crotch. “You might not want to admit it, but you’re a glutton for punishment already. You won’t be able to resist. You’ll crave being treated like dirt by your loved ones and nothing will get you hotter.”