Leo’s thighs shook. He was impaled on the end of a massive dildo, an experience that, up until a few days ago, he never would have imagined he would have.

A small part of him thought that he should resist. He’d disgraced himself enough by not fighting back all this time. He was a hero, after all, and here was a villain before him. One with a personal vendetta against him. One who had made a vow to make him suffer. One who was determined to make him enjoy every agonizing moment.

But maybe that was why Leo couldn’t bring himself to fight back. His mind was mercifully clear for once, but his body was another thing. His heart was racing, hammering against his chest. His blood was hot in his veins, his face red, but not with fury.

Arousal and humiliation coiled in Leo’s gut. He was supposed to be a hero. A vigilante crime-fighter and yet here he was, stuck on the end of a fat rubber cock, as erect as he’d ever been. His legs wobbled. His balls bounced.

It was absurd to think that a self-professed hero was getting off on this. He didn’t understand why he was so turned on by all of this. Not just by the fact that he was perched on the end of a big black dildo, but the fact that his entire family was compromised.

Trevor was under Peter’s thumb. His brothers were at Peter’s mercy. He should have been fighting back. He should have been freaking out and cursing, his blood boiling with an anger that could shake the world. Instead, he was grinding against the dildo.

He was burning up with arousal from the inside. His chest was heaving, the bulge in his stomach—from the dildo stirring up his guts—shifting as he fucked himself on the end of it.

Leo was panting like a dog, dripping pre-cum from his cock as if it were a faucet. He was acting like a total degenerate, but he couldn’t help himself. The burn of his hole being stretched around the dildo’s considerable girth was exquisite and the dull ache of feeling it shoved so deep inside him by gravity was nothing short of incredible.

Chimera—Peter—stepped down from his throne at the back of the stage that they were both on. He came up to Leo, his slender fingers brushing along the underside of Leo’s cock. They came away glistening with pre-cum, which he brought to his lips and slurped up with a twinkle in his eye.

“Just look at you,” said Peter as he licked his lips. “So much fight left and yet you still can’t get enough.”

Leo shuddered. He could feel the hunger in Peter’s gaze as those purplish blue eyes raked up and down along his naked body.

“Some hero you are,” Peter mocked, “Don’t you have any shame? Look at you wiggling those hips. You’re not even trying to hide how much you want this.”

Leo whined. “Y-you did this to me.”

Peter chuckled. “I wonder what Trevor ever saw in you. The way I see it, I might be a criminal, but I’ve managed to build an empire. What have you managed to accomplish? It looks like an awful lot of wasted potential from where I’m standing.”

Leo’s whole body tensed. A fresh glob of pre-cum dripped from his dick. He couldn’t deny what Peter was saying, not really. He was the one impaled on a dildo, after all. He was the one that couldn’t stop grinding against it. He was the one whose cock was straining because his balls were rubbing against the rubber ones at the base of the dildo.

“I’m not a cruel man,” said Peter. “Don’t worry. I won’t take advantage of a weakling.”

Leo barked a laugh. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he said.

“Alright. Well, it’s not entirely true. It’s just different when it comes to you,” said Peter. “I don’t want to just bring you down. I want to destroy you. It won’t be satisfying to just beat you when you’re already down, so I want to give you a fair chance.”

Leo raised his eyes. He met Peter’s gaze. There was a witty retort on the tip of his tongue, but McInnes’ words held him back.

It was silly, he knew. It was the last thing that he should be concerned about. But he couldn’t bring himself to spit the insult in Peter’s face. He didn’t want to disappoint McInnes.

Peter chuckled. “I’ll give you a chance. One opportunity to reclaim your dignity and preserve your pride as a hero. It’s not even complicated. All you have to do is walk away.”

Leo was taken aback. He searched Peter’s face for any hint at what game the criminal was playing. “What’s the catch?” he said. There had to be one. Peter was a criminal. His words couldn’t be trusted. There was obviously some sort of trick, some kind of trap. Peter was just giving him rope to hang himself with.

“There’s no catch,” said Peter. “There doesn’t need to be one. If you walk away, you get to go free. It’s as simple as that.” With a flick of his wrist, Peter sent away the two henchmen that had been standing guard behind Leo.

“You should be able to do it. Any sane person certainly would. Any normal person could. So, surely, you could too.” Peter’s lips twisted into a wicked little smirk. “Unless, of course, you think you aren’t. A normal person, that is. Or a person, at all.”

Leo’s cheeks flushed. “W-what do you mean? Of course I’m a person,” he said. He was a person just like anyone else. He could just leave if he wanted to. Right?

Peter chuckled. “You can go. Any moment now. Just pull yourself up off the dildo. It’s not that hard,” he said. “Unless you think you’re less than a person. Then it might be more difficult. Especially if, deep down, you don’t think you’re worthy of respect. Of human dignity.”

Leo shivered. Peter’s words were like ice water dripping down his spine. They were like snakes slithering into his ear. His cock twitched. His stomach churned. Fuck, he was so horny.

Why hadn’t he left yet? Peter was right. It wasn’t that hard. All he had to do was leave. Anyone could do it. Anyone that really wanted to be free would find the strength to get off the dildo and walk out.

Leo tried. He tried to pull himself off the fat rubber cock buried in his tight little asshole. The thick veins and the ridge of Peter’s faithfully recreated cock head rubbed against his insides, bringing a moan to his lips.

He pushed his feet against the step stools he was standing on. He lifted his hips. Three inches slipped out of him in one go, but fuck it felt so good he couldn’t bear to go the rest of the way. His inner walls gripped the rubber shaft, his own ass practically sucking him right back down on top of the dildo.

Peter snorted. “Having trouble?” he said. “It’s really not that difficult. Just get up and leave. You should be able to do it. Unless…”

Leo shook his head. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. He was determined. He would prove that he deserved dignity. That he deserved respect.

He was going to walk away. He wasn’t going to let Peter win. Once he managed to get away from here, he would protect his family.

Leo tried again, but this time, barely two inches slipped out of him before he fell back onto the dildo. It wasn’t that he was lacking strength—he was lacking willpower. As the dildo slid back into place, burying itself in the heat of his body, he couldn’t help but toss his head back and moan.

“Could it be? Are you not a normal person? Do you maybe believe that you’re nothing more than a worthless hole?” Peter said with a smirk.

“O-of course I’m a n-normal person,” Leo stammered. “I-I can do this. I’m just taking my time.”

“Have all the time that you need!” said Peter with a laugh. “Five minutes? Ten minutes? Hell, take a couple of hours, if you want. All you have to do is walk away. We’ll be here until you do. Or at least until you admit that you’re nothing.”

Leo groaned. He rolled his hips, bouncing his ass on the dildo. He was just trying to work himself loose. That was all it was. He wasn’t doing this because it felt good.

The dildo was just lodged too deep. That was why it was so hard to get out. As long as he managed to get it loose, he’d be able to do it. This wasn’t at all what his body craved. No.

Leo was a person. He was a normal person. Actually, he was more than that. He was a hero. He would overcome this like he’d overcome so many hurdles in the past. “Five minutes will be enough,” he said, his voice surprisingly steady after taking a deep breath. “I’m sure of it.”

Peter chuckled. “Five minutes it is. Of course, if you’re still on the dildo by then…”

“I won’t be,” Leo insisted.

“It’s just a hypothetical,” said Peter. “But hypothetically, if you still don’t manage to get off the dildo, then that obviously means you accept the truth, right? That you’re not a person. You were never a person. All that respect and love that you ever received was undeserved. Just like the dignity that you’re stubbornly clinging to.”

Leo shivered at Peter’s words, but he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt.

“If you’re still on that fat rubber cock after five minutes, it means that you accept that you’re nothing more than a pervert. A degenerate, subhuman piece of filth. That the only things you deserve are abuse and degradation.”

Leo tried to fight Peter’s words, but they were too much. Tension coiled in the pit of his belly. His toes curled. His cock strained. His family was being threatened. He was being debased and insulted. Everything that he stood for was on the line.

This was the moment for him to be fighting—resisting with all his might. He was a hero, for fuck’s sake. But he couldn’t stop. It felt too good. He bounced his ass on the dildo harder and faster, his mouth dropping open.

Leo’s tongue lolled out. His eyes were wide. His pupils were blown. Drool dribbled from his chin. It was just so good. It was so, so good. Even if he tried to hide it at first, it didn’t last. Not even two minutes and he was openly riding the dildo, moaning like a cheap whore.

“Yeah, I thought so,” said Peter with a laugh. “Trevor would be so disappointed. He raised such a weak-willed son. You’re just fucking yourself now. It’s pretty obvious you won’t need all five minutes.”

Peter shook his head. “It’s such a shame. It was so simple. You could have gone back to being a hero just like that, but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I should have expected this much. But oh, well. You’ve just sealed your fate.”

With the snap of his fingers, Peter brought the two henchmen from before back to the stage. They grabbed Leo’s arms and the chains dangling from above. They attached his manacles to the chains, after which a mechanism of some sort whirred and pulled the chains up.

Leo’s arms were pulled up over his head. There was enough slack that the chains didn’t support him, but not enough that he could lower his arms. He could have managed, if that were all, but then the henchmen moved the stools apart.

As he was forced to spread his legs, more of his weight ended up supported on the dildo. He couldn’t help but moan, his cock leaking at just how intense the feeling was of the dildo pressing even deeper, even harder inside him.

Peter grinned. “Just as I thought. You’ve already accepted the truth,” he said, licking his lips. “This is going to be fun. I can’t wait to see how far you’ll fall. Where you’ll be, in a few months’ time.”

The henchmen pulled the stools further apart. Only the tips of Leo’s toes remained on them, and even then, only barely. Pretty much the entire weight of his body was bearing down on the dildo.

That fat rubber cock was deeper than it had ever been. It felt bigger than it had any right to feel. The pain and the discomfort were quite intense, but so was the pleasure, and the result of their combination was beyond words.

Peter’s lips curled into a smirk. “You should get used to the discomfort,” he said. “This is just the beginning. The adjustment’s going to be tough. Some days, the hero part of you will come out. It will insist that you’re better than this. That you’re worthy of dignity and respect.”

With a quick gesture, Peter summoned a couple more henchmen. One rolled a cart of equipment up the stage and to Peter. “Those thoughts will only confuse you. Gods know you’ll be so in touch with your inner loser that you’ll be too much of a stupid, cock-gargling bitch to get your empty skull around some basic concepts.”

Peter bared his teeth in a cruel, sadistic grin. “If you’re allowed to entertain those thoughts, you’ll just get distracted from being the worst, most pathetic human cum bucket version of yourself that you could be.”

On the cart that the henchman had brought up to Peter was a tattoo set. The ink was strange. It was a slick, oily black color with a purple tinge that only came out when it caught the light from certain angles.

Peter picked up the tattoo gun. He held it up in front of Leo’s face. “This is going to help you remember what you are, and exactly what you deserve whenever your silly little brain decides to feed you silly little ideas about the person you used to be.”

Leo’s stomach tensed as Peter’s fingers splayed on his chest, just above his left breast. “I’m going to give you a symbol you can look at,” said Peter as he held the needles of the tattoo gun right against Leo’s skin. “Whenever your silly whore head throws up bullshit about taking your power back, all you’ll have to do is look down.”

Peter smirked at Leo. “Of course, it’s going to be a sign for other people, too. It’ll make sure no one mistakes you for a person if they ever run across you on the street. And it’ll make sure there’s no confusion about just whose property you are, even if I’m not the one taking care of you most of the time.”

Leo squirmed on the end of the dildo. He could feel the dozens of needles on the end of the tattoo gun poking against his skin. He was so fucking hard. The dildo hurt so godsdamned good. Not to mention the prospect of being given a permanent brand, a symbol of his humiliation he would always have with him.

His shoulders burned. His legs strained. He was leaking so much that pre-cum was dripping off his balls.

Leo hissed as he felt the needles pierce his skin. His heightened awareness made sure he felt each one stabbing into his flesh. The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but it was intense. He’d always wondered why some people were so enthusiastic about it, but he was even more confused about how people could get tattoos for fun when it felt this way.

Peter clicked his tongue. “You’re weak. I would have thought a hero would have more pain tolerance than this,” he said. “But then again, I suppose I shouldn’t have expected any better. Hold still. You wouldn’t want to botch the tattoo, will you? That’s not going to save you. It’ll just mean we start over elsewhere.”

Leo looked at Chimera, his eyes brimming over with tears. He bit his lower lip and nods, his arms and legs tensing as he tried to find some way to keep relatively still and stable.

He pulled on the chains, hoping they’d hold him up, but in the process, he tensed his pecs. The pain flared, and it took every fiber of his being not to cry out.

Leo tried his hardest not to squirm, but he didn’t have perfect control over his own body. His arms and legs trembled, but gladly his torso stayed still well enough.

Under the pain was a growing undercurrent of pleasure. Especially as his insides squeezed and milked the length of the dildo, fluttering all around the considerable girth of it.

The hero inside Leo was barely clinging on. The fact that he was feeling good about his body being vandalized and defaced shook what little resistance was left.

Leo’s cock had been flagging from the pain, but it quickly surged back to full hardness. The flow of pre-cum redoubled, and he was fighting back moans just so he wouldn’t sound so enthusiastic about getting his body inked.

Slowly, the tattoo took form. It was the head of a fanged lion with goat’s horns and an Ouroboros that wrapped around it. He’d known it was going to be a brand from the start, but seeing it, knowing what its final shape would be, it was another matter entirely.

He hated how the idea of being branded as the property of a criminal made his cock jump. It was demeaning. It was degrading. It made him into a victim, not a hero, but he wasn’t even sure if he could say that when he was the one that put himself in this situation in the first place.

Leo moaned under his breath. He wished it hurt again. It did, still, but in a good way. If he weren’t so desperately trying to stay still, he would have been bouncing his ass on the dildo, getting himself off on the humiliation of being a hero owned by a criminal.

Peter grabbed a cloth off the cart and wiped away the excess ink. He stripped off his glove and touched the fresh brand on Leo’s chest.

Leo sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. The tattoo stung.

“That’s a good look on you,” said Peter. He played with Leo’s chest for a bit, stretching the skin to see how the tattoo would react. “But this one is more for display. It doesn’t quite get across what you are.”

Peter walked around to stand behind Leo, who soon thereafter felt the needles of the tattoo gun pressing against his ass cheek. “This is going to be much better. A brand across the ass. Like livestock. Only livestock are at least useful for their meat and labor. You, on the other hand…”

Leo couldn’t hold back as Peter started tattooing his ass. He moaned, his ass spasming around the dildo as pre-cum spurted out of his cock.

Peter laughed. “Of course you love that idea,” he said. He smacked Leo across the ass cheek. There was enough force behind the blow that the sound of the impact was crisp. Left behind was a stinging red handprint on the cheek that wasn’t currently being tattooed.

“You really are a degenerate little freak, aren’t you?” said Peter. “Don’t worry. These are just the start. We’ve got a whole 24 hours together and I plan to make the most of it.”

---

Leo’s feet were dangling off the ground. Three inches between his toes and the stage, and there wasn’t an ounce of strength left in his body to keep his weight off the dildo he was impaled on.

The chains that could have held him up were slack, his arms heavy like lead. The dildo was bearing his entire body weight and the agony of it was exquisite. As if he needed any more proof that he truly was a degenerate freak, his cock still hadn’t gone down.

Peter crooked his index finger and traced the knuckle along the underside of Leo’s cock. His mere touch sent shocks of pain and pleasure alike down Leo’s shaft. The word “Property” was tattooed there, the lines crisp and neat.

Leo remembered the agony of it, the needles stabbing into his cock meat while he squirmed on top of the dildo. He still wasn’t sure how he managed to stay hard throughout all of it.

“Now, you look the part,” said Peter with a laugh. “Pain pig. Fuckhole. Cock-socket.”

Leo could only groan weakly. There wasn’t an inch of his body that didn’t ache. If there was anything he was grateful for, it was that Peter didn’t cover every exposed bit of his skin in demeaning tattoos. Something about preserving the aesthetic of his body, apparently, though he still struggled to believe it.

Once the tattooing was done, the corporal punishment followed. There were thin red lines across his stomach and his hamstrings. His back, chest, and shoulders were glowing a pretty crimson from a flogger. His ass cheek with the second brand burned.

Despite all that, Leo was still hard. He hadn’t stopped leaking. If anything, more pre-cum was dripping out of his ignored cock than before. He was horny out of his mind and it was driving him up the wall. If he weren’t so completely exhausted, he’d have been bouncing his ass on the dildo like a madman.

Leo lowered his head in shame, but even that provided little comfort from the humiliation. He saw the word tattooed along the top of his dick. “Clit,” it read, and just above the base of his straining cock was the omega symbol with a padlock inside. If there was a clearer sign that his cock wasn’t to be touched, Leo didn’t know what it was.

Peter slammed his hand into Leo’s chest. The impact was hard, producing a solid thud, but he wasn’t really trying to hurt Leo. “This is good, but it isn’t quite perfect yet. That will come with time. After all, today is just the start of the rest of your life.”

Leo groaned as Peter grabbed him by his newly pierced nipples. A weak cry spilled from his lips as they were squeezed, yanked, and twisted before being abruptly let go.

Peter walked around Leo. He sidled up behind him and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Do you know what that means?”

Leo shook his head, but the rich, dark malice in Peter’s tone sent a shiver down his spine. He had no fight left when Peter grabbed him by the hips. He groaned as he felt the dildo slowly pull out of him, the pole it was mounted on sinking into the floor.

He was acutely aware of the absence as it slipped out of him with a lewd squelch. He felt empty. His ass felt cavernous. But before he even really had the opportunity to process that he wasn’t stuffed full of rubber cock anymore, he felt something hard and warm poking at his gaping hole.

Peter chuckled. “Now that there’s no mistaking you for a person, you’re more suitable for use. And it’s about time that I break in my new toy.”

Leo’s toes curled as Peter pushed inside of him. His ass knew Peter’s shape by now. How couldn’t it, when he’d been sitting on a dildo modeled after it for hours?

He opened up for Peter with ease. He couldn’t even resist if he wanted to. A long, low moan came to his lips, his cock pulsing and throbbing. As Peter bottomed out inside him, the heat of Peter’s cock almost seemed to spread throughout his body, burning him up from the inside.

Peter groaned. “Fuuuuck, yeah. Fits like a fucking glove. That’s what I’m talking about. You can’t go wrong with a sweet, purpose-made sleeve. Welcome to the first day of your new life, cunt!”

---

It had been a week now since the auction. Leo had settled into his new routine. The tattoos kept him horny and subservient, the ink constantly bleeding VNM into his body. Not that they were strictly necessary anymore, they were mostly just there to remind him of his place—and to advertise exactly what he was to anyone that might look.

His room had been renovated. Most of his personal effects had been removed, put in storage at Trevor’s insistence instead of being tossed or burned. As harsh as Peter could be, it seemed he had a genuine soft spot for Trevor.

Now, there was a St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner. There was a flogging station and a pillory, a breeding bench, and a sling. The walls were lined with racks and shelves of gear, equipment, and toys.

Notably missing was Leo’s bed. He still slept in the room but in the pile of dirty laundry in the corner—if he wasn’t tied up in some way, anyway. He’d already spent a night chained to the St. Andrew’s Cross, and another clapped in the pillory.

Leo crawled out of his room. It was an undignified shuffle on his hands and knees, but it wasn’t like he had any choice. His balls were locked in a humbler. Every step, every jostle tugged on his testicles.

It was humiliating, but he’d come to like it. He was so used to wearing the thing at home that by now he felt naked without it. The same was true of the heavy leather collar cinched tightly around his throat.

Leo hobbled his way to the kitchen on all fours. There, Trevor was making breakfast in nothing but an apron.

Peter was at the table; he must have slept over. His presence had become more and more common as the days went by. Of course, he was busy doing his own thing, running a criminal empire, but he still somehow managed to make time to torment Leo for entire evenings, sometimes.

Leo was beneath Peter’s notice this morning, though, it seemed. Peter was on his phone and, besides a glance to acknowledge his presence, he paid Leo little attention.

Marcus was there, too. It looked like he’d just gotten home from work. His lips were swollen. His face was glazed with cum. His eyes were content, if a bit weary.

On seeing Leo, Marcus immediately turned toward him. He spread his legs and snapped his fingers, pointing to his straining erection. “Get to it, bitch,” he said.

Leo crawled over. He knew better than to delay. His mouth was watering, anyway. Sometimes he missed the old dynamic, but the truth was that he loved the way that his family treated him now. He hobbled over and wrapped his lips around Marcus’ cock.

Marcus put both of his hands on the back of Leo’s head and pushed him down, sheathing himself in Leo’s throat. “Fuck. That’s it. Choke down your big brother’s fat cock,” he all but growled, rolling his hips to fuck his cock into Leo’s face.

While fucking Leo’s throat, Marcus turned to Peter. “I was with regulars tonight, you know? They didn’t even ask what I was doing. Whether I was enjoying getting dicked down.”

“Do you ever not enjoy it?” said Peter, quirking an eyebrow.

“S-shut up,” said Marcus, his cheeks taking on a tinge of pink. “I’d have settled for a little reach around but no, it’s all ‘me, me, me, I’m the client, you need to make me come!’ all fucking night!”

Peter chuckled. He leaned forward and grabbed Marcus by the face. “It’s true. Men can be pigs. But what did you expect? You’re a whore. A pay-per-play cock sleeve, more or less. The sooner you accept that, the better.”

Trevor chuckled. “He’s right, you know, Marcus?” he said. “You should take a page out of your younger brother’s book. Learn to appreciate a bit of mistreatment.”

Marcus scoffed. “A bit?” he said, tightening his grip on Leo’s hair before yanking him off his cock. He spat in Leo’s face and laughed. “You can skullfuck this bitch so hard it forgets its name and it’ll tell you how much it loves you for it. I think that’s a little more than just a ‘bit’, Dad.”

Leo’s cock twitched. McInnes and Peter were pretty on par for how well they treated him like the worthless cunt he was, but Marcus came in a close second. His older brother had such a way with words. It was uncanny.

“I’m sure I taught you more than just blind mimicry, Marcus,” said Trevor with a laugh. “You can’t just copy someone else’s martial arts move for move and use it as well as they can. You have to adapt the techniques to your body and your circumstances.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Marcus. He turned to Peter with a quiet laugh before plunging his cock back into Leo’s throat. “Leave it to the old man to turn a talk about being a whore into a talk about martial arts.”

“You’d think you would have gotten used to that by now,” said Peter.

“You’d think—Fuck, I’m gonna nut!” Marcus hilted his cock in Leo’s face and blasted his load straight down Leo’s throat. As he came down from it, he grumbled under his breath, “I just don’t think it would be too bad to ask for one orgasm a night. Maybe two if they’re feeling generous.”

Peter snorted. “And you wonder why people think you’re a brat.”

Marcus chuckled. “I’m expensive for a brat,” he said before pulling Leo off his cock for good. He shifted back in his seat to avoid the cum, spit, and throat-slime that gushed out of Leo’s throat now that there wasn’t anything to hold the frothy mix in.

Trevor turned off the stove once he was finished cooking and came over with a couple of plates in his arms. At the same time, he was sliding a metal dog bowl across the floor with his foot.

This was the way that Leo ate breakfast now. They didn’t actually feed him dog food, but they made him eat like a mutt. There was toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon in the bowl. Some days, he wasn’t allowed to eat with his hands, but today didn’t seem to be one of those days.

Nothing had fundamentally changed about Leo’s relationship with his family. Trevor still loved him. His brothers still loved him. They were all just a little rougher with their love.

It had been an adjustment, at first, but with the VNM in his system constantly conditioning his brain to enjoy the treatment, Leo had come to embrace it. He could hardly even remember what life was like before Peter anymore.

“You have ten minutes to finish. You don’t want to be late. You know the boys don’t like it if you are,” said Trevor. “If you’re good and finish before the time’s up, I’ll give you some dessert for the road.”

Leo’s cock throbbed. His stomach growled. He dove into the bowl, past the point of caring if what he did was undignified. The filthier, more perverse, and more humiliating he acted, the hotter it was.

Scarfing down mouthful after mouthful as if he hadn’t just gotten his throat fucked raw, Leo finished the bowl well before the time that Trevor set. A rough hand tangled in his hair, yanking him up.

“That’s a good little bitch. I’m so glad you adapted so well to being the family cunt. I’d say I’m proud of you, but you’re not really anything to be proud of, are you?” said Trevor, a fondness in his voice despite his scornful words.

“Here’s your dessert.” Trevor turned around and shoved Leo’s face in his ass. “Eat up. It’s nice and fresh. You have as long as you have time left on the clock.”

A warm load was oozing from Trevor’s puffy, well-abused hole. He got the real thing on the regular while Leo had to settle for the rubber replica.

Leo didn’t waste a second. As soon as he was in there, he lapped at Trevor’s asshole like a starving dog. He didn’t care how sloppy he was or how depraved he looked. The more pathetic, the better.

He slurped up every last drop of Trevor’s warm creampie that he could. It was the best dessert in the world, bar none. He couldn’t get enough. Luckily, there was an abundant supply of those.

---

Leo was parched by the time that he arrived at the university. He was used to it by now. They never gave him anything to drink to make sure he was nice and thirsty when he got to the dorms.

The taste of Peter’s cum on his tongue was a rare treat. He couldn’t help but smack his lips. He made a beeline for the student residences. There was no point in dilly-dallying. He was expected, anyway.

Leo had a key to the backdoor, which he used to let himself into the building even though he could have just as easily used the front entrance. That one was for persons, Bart had told him, which he supposed made enough sense.

The journey from the dojo to the university was the only time that he was allowed to even pretend he was a person. As soon as he slipped inside the dorm, he stripped down.

Leo’s clothes went into a bin. Whether they’d still be there at the end of the day was an open question—not that it mattered. He’d get the clothes back eventually, dirtier, rattier, and drenched with sweat, crusty with cum, and reeking of piss.

A couple of the residents were already awake. A few got handsy, and he didn’t fight them. It was their right as men to make use of a subhuman cumrag like him.

Leo moaned as he got groped. His pierced nipples were tweaked and chewed on. He got a hard smack to the rump, right on the brand that had been tattooed on his as cheek.

None of the guys truly got in his way, though. He made his way to Bart and Yuri’s room, unopposed but not unmolested. He knelt in front of the door and a few more residents woke up while he was waiting. A couple of guys walked past him on the way to the showers, which earned him a few slaps across the face with a stiff cock.

Eventually, the door opened. Yuri, naked and erect, looked down at Leo, sighed, and shook his head. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he said. “You look so good on your knees… Anyway, come on in.”

Bart yawned and stretched, throwing the blankets off his body. He swung his legs off the side of the bed as he got up.

Leo scrambled over on his hands and knees, stopping to kneel in front of Bart. His heart raced as Bart’s morning wood hovered over his face and he couldn’t help but moan when Bart grabbed his cock by the base and slapped him a couple of times across the face.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” said Bart before stifling a yawn.

Leo, naturally, did as he was told. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, sticking his tongue out. Bart grabbed him by the hair and shoved his cock down his mouth.

Moments later, Leo tasted something hot and acrid on his tongue—Bart’s first piss of the day. He sealed his lips around the head of Bart’s cock, gulping down every drop, greedily guzzling the first drink that he’d had since last night.

A small shiver ran through Bart’s body as he emptied his bladder. He pulled out of Leo’s mouth and shook off the last few drops by whacking Leo across the face with his dick.

Leo was ready when Bart’s cock pushed past his lips again, but this time, it went all the way. In one smooth motion, Bart buried his cock in Leo’s gullet, his fingers tightening around Leo’s hair as he skull-fucked him.

The past week had seen Leo endure so much abuse that his gag reflex had been throat-fucked out of him, but he still choked and spluttered on the end of Bart’s dick. His eyes watered. Snot and throat-slime coated Bart’s cock. He gurgled and heaved as his throat was plundered.

Leo could have endured the throat-fucking much more gracefully, but Bart liked it this way. Besides, the sloppy, pathetic, desperate noises that he made while struggling for scraps of oxygen were more suitable for what he was.

After a few minutes of rough handling, Bart came. He blasted his load down Leo’s throat and then wiped his cock off in Leo’s hair. When he was done, he could have stepped around Leo, but instead, he shoved Leo out of the way with a smirk so that he could get dressed.

Yuri picked Leo up off the floor, but not to help. It was his turn. He pissed down Leo’s throat much like Bart had, though he didn’t give Leo the privilege of tasting any of it.

As soon as Yuri was done, he yanked Leo up and bent him over the nightstand.

Bart snorted. “I’ve never seen you so eager to top anyone,” he said. “I didn’t even think you had it in you.”

Leo’s toes curled against the floor. He couldn’t help but moan as Yuri’s cock slid inside him. The sound of Yuri’s groan sent a shiver down his spine, his hole clenching tight around Yuri.

Laughing as he pounded Leo, Yuri said, “I just never had occasion to. But I know prime pussy when I see it.”

“Careful,” said Bart with a laugh. “Dave might start calling you bro.”

Yuri stopped. “Gods, that would be a nightmare,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll be sure to be more of a needy bottom for my boyfriend.”

Bart shook his head as he pulled his shirt on. “Don’t take too long, man. I need the bitch to carry my shit.”

Yuri laughed. He smacked Leo’s ass, leaving a handprint. “I don’t think I’m going to be lasting much longer, anyway.”

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Leo was in McInnes’ class, distracted, much as he had been in most of the lectures he’d attended. The reasons, this time, were quite different. This wasn’t McInnes’ kinesiology class.

He’d pulled out of his original program and switched majors to Bart’s so the two of them could have all the same classes. But this wasn’t the class he and Bart had together with McInnes, either. This class was a special after-hours course, Practical BDSM, sponsored by the club and open to pretty much anyone willing to pay the tuition.

Leo wasn’t even a student in this class. Students were people, after all, at least until they realized they weren’t. He was more of a prop, here, a part of the lecture—the live demonstration.

He was hogtied and suspended from a hook in the ceiling, his nipple piercings chained together with a heavy weight dangling between them. The way he’d been trussed up, his ass was exposed, showing off the knob of peeled ginger whittled into the shape of a plug buried inside his hole.

Leo’s hard cock, meanwhile, was positioned just over a stiff-bristled brush. Every little motion that he made, whether it was his fault or because of McInnes pushing him around to make him swing, made his cock head rub against the brush.

It was torturous. He was so sensitive it hurt. Not even the generous coating of pre-cum that he’d leaked all over the stiff bristles blunted them.

McInnes, for his part, had taken to teaching the course like a duck to water. His run-in with Peter seemed to have awakened his inner dom, and he was great at it.

“I’m sure you’ve all got some inkling about what this word means,” said McInnes. On the projector was a slide that only had the word “Masochism,” displayed prominently in a bold font. “The gist of it is that some people get off on pain.”

McInnes walked up to Leo. He smacked him across the face and didn’t even bother to hold back. The impact was crisp and left a glowing mark on Leo’s cheek. It also made Leo swing, eliciting pathetic little whimpers as his cock head rubbed against the brush.

“This worthless fuckhole is one of those people,” said McInnes as he turned to the class. “Not that I needed to explain that. You can all clearly see how much he’s enjoying this.”

There was a round of laughs from the students that drew a low moan out of Leo. Their pleasure at his expense made him feel so fucking hot. He wriggled in his restraints, the bristles stabbing into the sensitive flesh of his glans. He couldn’t help but clench, making the ginger in his asshole burn even more.

“Some of you might think it’s weird,” said McInnes, “But remember. We don’t kink shame. Unless shame is their kink. Isn’t that right, my disgusting little cum-sucker?” McInnes cast a pointed look at Leo.

Leo nodded enthusiastically, moaning as the motion resulted in more torture for his hypersensitive cock head.

“There are many reasons why some people might turn to pain for sexual gratification. It could serve as an escape. It might help to ground them. Or maybe that’s just the way that they were born,” said McInnes. “Some people, like our pitiful pain pig piñata tonight, are just degenerate freaks.”

McInnes turned to Leo. “Isn’t that right, bitch? You’re a total glutton for punishment, aren’t you? A total, worthless, deviant loser who’d gargle cock instead of doing anything useful with its life.”

Leo shivered. His cock throbbed. Fuck. McInnes was so good at this. He’d never have thought it, knowing the person McInnes was before. But then again, people did always say that the quiet ones were the ones to watch out for.

“I can see some of you look pretty scandalized,” said McInnes. “What I said might have sounded harsh but you shouldn’t worry”—He grabbed Leo by the face and forced him to look at their audience—“this particular worthless whore loves to be treated like a subhuman piece of garbage.”

McInnes turned Leo toward him, eliciting a low whine as Leo’s cock spun on top of the brush. “And that’s okay. It’s valid to want to be treated like dirt. It’s okay to be a degenerate.” He pushed his fingers into Leo’s mouth, all but jamming them into the back of Leo’s throat.

With his free hand, McInnes reached between Leo’s legs, grabbed his cock, and gave it a few tugs while also rubbing it against the brush. “What matters is that you make sure everyone consents. That everyone’s having fun. And I don’t know about you, but it’s pretty clear to me that this thing is having fun.”

McInnes turned to the crowd. “Now, ‘masochism’ is a bit of an umbrella term. Tonight’s demonstration involves a couple of kinks. So, let’s try to figure out what they are, and walk through them one by one.”

Leo shivered when McInnes glanced at him. At one time, he might have fantasized about having a loving, romantic relationship with McInnes, but that was a pipe dream now. This was much better, anyway.

Gods, Leo couldn’t help but think. There was very little he wouldn’t do for this man.

“Anyway, we can take our time,” said McInnes. “I’m sure the dangling cunt behind me won’t mind if we do. Because—and remember, he enjoys it when I say this—whether he feels good or not doesn’t fucking matter.”

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Leo was a trembling, leaking mess by the time class was over. The only thing that kept him from busting his nut in the middle of the proceedings were the explicit orders McInnes had given him before the lecture started.

It was funny. He had the willpower, grit, and determination to resist the overpowering urge to cum, but he couldn’t fight his degradation at Peter’s hands. Where was that strength when he was being dragged into the abyss?

McInnes let Leo down from the hook he was dangling from. He was surprisingly gentle, stroking the side of Leo’s face. “Are you doing okay?” he said.

Leo nodded. “I-I am, Sir,” he said. He was still hogtied, but at least his cock wasn’t getting constantly poked by a brush anymore.

McInnes gave Leo a light slap across the face. “Good bitch,” he said as he tugged the knob of ginger free of Leo’s ass to throw it in the trash. He rubbed his fingers around Leo’s tender rim, drawing a low groan out of him.

“I’m glad you’re feeling up for more,” said McInnes. “Because I’ve got a delivery to make.” With that, he picked Leo up. It helped that Leo’s build was on the slighter side compared to his dad and Derek, but McInnes had been working out recently, too.

Peter had designed a variant of VNM that made it really easy to build muscle. It was usually meant for his henchmen, but he’d given the stuff to McInnes too, since McInnes was supposed to be Leo’s official handler.

McInnes bundled Leo into the trunk of his car and drove across campus to Bart’s frathouse. He was greeted at the door by his friend Ambrose, who Leo learned had shacked up with a pair of fratboys at the frathouse and was now acting as the household top for any bros that needed their holes railed.

The two men carried Leo into the house together, where there was pounding club music playing. Leo realized that there was a party going on and he couldn’t help but moan, his thoughts going hazy at the prospect of getting another train run on him.

Leo doesn’t resist when Ambrose and McInnes free him from the hogtie, only to clap him into a pillory in the middle of the grand hall. They were barely finished when one of the fratboys came up, stuck his dick in Leo’s face, and let loose a stream of steaming hot piss. “Have some beer to start the night, fag!”

Arousal flooded through Leo’s body as the heat of the guy’s piss settled into his stomach. He could already feel more of the guys coming up. They were touching his body, rubbing their cocks over his skin, and hotdogging his ass. One was even running a riding crop up and down the curve of his spine.

It was going to be another night of rough treatment and brutal punishment for Leo, and he was looking forward to every minute of it.