Derek was shirtless. He was standing in the main hall of the dojo, in the middle of his adult class, and his shirt had disappeared. He wasn’t sure where to, only that it wasn’t within easy reach, so he couldn’t even have covered up if he’d wanted to.

He wasn’t sure how his students had managed to talk him into doing this. He racked his head, but couldn’t figure it out. Even thinking felt like a chore. There was a haze in his head, weighing down on his thoughts.

Derek was usually a stickler for the rules. They were important for training discipline, or something like that. He couldn’t quite remember. What confused him was why he’d even let his students talk him into doing this in the first place.

He vaguely remembered that the argument had made so much sense, but he couldn’t remember the argument itself no matter how hard he tried. Then again, he wasn’t even sure if it really mattered. He was pretty sure his being shirtless was supposed to help his students in some way, and if that was the case, then there was no reason for him to be complaining about it.

There was just one thing, though: Derek was sweating profusely. His whole body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his skin glistening in the light. It really brought out the contours of his muscles, the chiseled definition of his physique.

Derek wasn’t sure why he was sweating, either. He didn’t usually have that problem. Lessons, especially beginner ones, weren’t particularly strenuous.

Oh. Right. Derek shook his head. There was a reason he was breathing hard. He’d started off demonstrating some basic stances and a couple of simple moves, but the guys had expressed their skepticism, so he decided to show off a bit just so they could see the true spirit of martial arts.

Fuck, Derek couldn’t help but think to himself. Why was it so hard to think? He didn’t get it. The heat didn’t help, either. It felt like the air around him was a couple of degrees warmer than it should have been. Or maybe that was just the result of putting his body through its paces. He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t figure it out.

“Sir?”

The plaintive question from one of the students jolted Derek out of his stupor. Somewhat, at least. His head stayed hazy, but he was aware that he’d been staring off into empty space for a little bit. Hell, it might even have been a few minutes. He was struggling to grasp how much time had passed.

Derek had to get the lesson back on track. He could figure out everything else later. These guys had come to the dojo to learn something, and, by the gods, he was going to make sure they did.

“Were you all able to follow that?” he said, only vaguely remembering the demonstration that he’d just gone through. “It wasn’t anything super advanced, but I’m sure you were all able to feel and see the difference between martial arts and just… doing whatever you want and calling it a ‘fighting style’, yeah?”

“Yeah, I guess that was pretty cool,” said one of the guys.

“A bit flashy, though, don’t you think?” said the one standing next to him.

“Nah, man. It might have looked like that, but it was pretty clear every move had a purpose,” said another member of the class.

“That’s right,” said Derek, turning toward the person who’d just spoken. “This was just one style. There are many other forms and techniques. If you prefer something more understated, that’s totally possible. It’s all down to what fits you best.”

“Ohh…” said another of the guys. “I guess that makes sense. Thanks, teach. This is actually starting to get pretty interesting.”

Derek resisted the urge to pump his fist. Finally he was getting through to these guys. He thought it would be more of a challenge, but he supposed one thing was the same about men of any age: show them something cool and their interest in it would increase manyfold.

“Alright.” Derek clapped his hands. His head was still hazy, but he was starting to feel better. He was starting to feel like himself again. “Does anyone have anymore comments? Questions?”

“I’ve got a comment, alright!” said one of the guys. “Look at that body on you, Teach! Whew! I know I’m not the only one in this group who’s thinking, ‘Wow! What a stud!’”

Derek blushed. “A-about the demonstration, I should specify. L-let’s not talk about my body. That’s hardly appropriate for tonight’s lesson.”

“Hey, Teach! Do you have a girlfriend?” said another guy, totally ignoring what Derek had just said.

Part of Derek was annoyed at the blatant disrespect, but more than anything, he was embarrassed. He couldn’t help but wonder how these guys—this horde of traditionally masculine brutes—might respond if they knew that he wasn’t just single, but a virgin on top of that.

“I’m not answering that question,” said Derek, his cheeks getting hotter. “That’s not relevant to the lesson. Can we please move on?”

Anton scoffed. “Oh, please. Don’t be ridiculous. What kind of question even was that?” he said while casting a pointed glance at the person who’d just asked.

“Thank you, An—”

“Look at him!” Anton steamrolled over whatever Derek was about to say. He jerked a hand toward Derek, adding, “Do you honestly think that with that kind of bod, he’s struggling to find a girl? Hell, he probably has more than one. Isn’t that right, Teach?”

Derek’s ears turned red. He’d never been this flustered before. He’d had rowdy teenagers in his classes in the past, but they hadn’t been this unruly. “Now, just wait a damn—”

“Fuck,” Anton grabbed his crotch. “I bet Teach pulls tons of pussy on a daily basis.”

The flush on Derek’s cheeks spread down his neck. He couldn’t even muster the courage to speak; his face felt like a tinderbox, ready to burst into flames at the slightest provocation.

If these guys knew the truth, they would probably laugh at him, and he would lose whatever rapport he’d managed to build up with them. He wasn’t even sure why he was embarrassed.

Derek wasn’t self-conscious about the fact that he was a 25-year-old virgin. He’d always had more important things to do, more important things to worry about. He wasn’t one of those guys who judged his worth by how many girls he’d bedded, so he couldn’t understand why he was suddenly feeling so embarrassed in front of these men.

Maybe it was the fact that they were putting him on a pedestal. They seemed to have a weird idea about his sexual prowess just because he took care of his body. It was a fair enough assumption, he supposed, but it just felt wrong.

The guys were treating Derek like he had to be some sort of sexual beast just because he was stacked in the body department. It kind of felt good, if he was being honest. What kind of man wouldn’t feel at least a little validated by a whole bunch of handsome, attractive men thinking he was a sexual god of some description?

Derek almost didn’t want to correct the record. How was he even supposed to break it to them? That he wasn’t the stud they thought he was? That the closest he’d ever come to even touching boobs was when a make-up artist at one of his modeling gigs tripped on a loose cable and nearly landed chest-first in his lap?

He shook his head. Why was he even indulging this line of questioning? Why was he thinking about this? This had nothing to do with martial arts, and he had a class to teach.

Derek had to put his foot down. These guys had to learn to respect the moment. This was the dojo. They were in a lesson. Now was the time for learning about martial arts, not each other’s personal lives.

“Alright. We’re getting off topic here,” he said. “I’m talking about martial arts questions. Does anyone have any? This isn’t the time and place for talking about personal lives.”

There was a moment of silence. It hung in the air, stretching out awkwardly until someone raised their hand.

Derek fought the urge to breathe a sigh of relief. “Yes?”

“So… Does this mean you don’t have a girlfriend, Teach?” said the guy.

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. “No. We’re not talking about this. Please drop the subject,” he said.

“So, a boyfriend, then?” said Anton. “That’s fine. No one’s judging. Honestly, it would make a lot more sense. Guys who take good care of their bodies tend to like other guys, after all. Takes someone who put in the effort to really appreciate how much work it took to get that sort of body, after all.”

“That’s right! I didn’t even think of that! But all the gym rats I know gobble dick on the regular!” said one of the other students. “I’m sure Teach pulls a lot of tail regardless, though. Have you seen the lump in his pants? The guy’s hiding an anaconda down there, right?”

“Definitely. Just look at that hot bod,” said Anton before Derek could even get a word in edge-wise. He walked up to Derek, putting a hand on Derek’s arm. “Look at this bicep. Holy shit. It’s huge. Almost as big as my head. Now, I’m not a light guy”—Anton’s comment drew a bunch of laughs from the guys—“but I bet Teach can bench me if he wanted.”

“Hey, Teach! Have you ever tried cracking a walnut with your elbow?” one of the other guys piped up. “I feel like you could do it with muscles like that!”

Before Derek could even process what was happening, he was surrounded. There were a dozen guys in the group, and they were all hemming him in. Anton walking forward to put his hands on Derek’s body must have broken some sort of unspoken line in the sand, and now, suddenly, a dozen men were touching Derek all over.

The haze in Derek’s head got thicker and thicker, getting worse with every breath he took. There was something about the musk of all these men crowding in around him. It filled his lungs, heady and intoxicating, enough to make his cock stir between his legs.

This was wrong. He was straight. He was getting molested by a dozen guys and instead of pushing them away, he was getting turned on by it.

Derek should have put a stop to it, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He tingled all over, especially where the guys were touching him. Their hands on his skin felt electric.

He bit back a moan. Suddenly, there was a pair of hands on his chest. He couldn’t even tell if those hands were both from the same person. It didn’t matter.

A voice from behind Derek piped up. “Fuck. Look at this rack. These tits are fantastic. So firm. They fill up my palm so well. Godsdamn, Teach. I’ve had girlfriends with smaller boobs.”

“That’s right,” another voice agreed. “I could lay my head on these and have the best sleep of my life.”

There were hands on Derek’s stomach. Hands on his thighs. Someone whistled and said, “What’s your workout routine like, Teach? Obviously, you don’t miss leg day.”

“And what about those fucking abs?” said someone else. “Wow. Just… Wow. You could grind a rock to dust on that washboard.”

Derek’s face burned. The comments were embarrassing. His head was swimming. He could hardly think. He wasn’t used to this much attention, or to any attention of this kind.

His cock was rock hard in his pants for reasons beyond his understanding. Confusion twisted his gut into knots. He was straight. He was straight. He had to put a stop to this.

“G-guys, stop… T-this is inappropriate… Y-you can’t be touching people without their consent…” Derek could hardly believe what he was saying. Not the words that were coming out of him, but how faltering his voice was.

He was the one speaking up, but even he felt he was half-assing it. He should have been firmer, more assertive. He tried to raise his voice, but he might as well have swallowed a rock. Nothing came out. It was only when he muttered in a softer, meeker tone that he managed to say something. “G-guys, we’re here to learn about martial arts, not my body…”

No one was listening, though. Derek wasn’t even sure anyone heard him. The comments kept coming. The hands kept touching.

“What a fucking stud, bro,” said one.

“Feel these muscles, man!” said another.

“I’d kill to have a body like this!”

A high-pitched, “Teach me your ways, senpai!” came out of nowhere. Derek wasn’t sure who’d said it but they did a good job of catching the obvious anime dub style of voice acting. It caught him off guard, and for that matter, the rest of the class as well.

Derek physically cringed at that one. It was clearly played up as a joke, though, and after the moment of shock subsided, the rest of the guys in the class started laughing uproariously.

“Man… I’m fucking tired of being single… Do you think I could pick up some hot chicks if I had a body like yours, Teach?” said one of Derek’s students—he wasn’t sure which.

“Fuck. I just wanna know how you even get a body this big in the first place!” said another.

While he was distracted by the hands on his body and the conversations happening around him, Derek entirely missed the hand that was creeping down his back. He didn’t notice it until it slid past the waistband of his pants and copped a feel of his ass. Startled, he failed to suppress the moan that bubbled up out of his throat.

“When you’re with your boyfriend, are you the top or the bottom, Teach?” said one of the guys. “I mean, with a bod like yours, you’re probably the top, right?”

“Right,” said someone else. “But are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Oh, yeah,” said the guy who’d posed the previous question. “Wouldn’t it be so fucking hot to see a stud like Teach bouncing on the end of a fat cock? I kinda have a thing for muscle cunts.”

“Bro, me too! How come you never told me?”

There was a smack as somewhere around Derek—he couldn’t tell where—two guys high-fived each other.

“I never thought to bring it up, man!”

“Bro, we gotta get down to the bar and catch ourselves one of these days. I bet you and I could land a slutty little muscle fag if we really put our minds to it.”

“Fuck yeah, man! But honestly”—the guy lowered his voice, perhaps hoping that Derek wouldn’t hear what he had to say—“I’m kinda hoping Teach is one of those slutty little muscle fags because fuck bro, I wanna take a crack at that ass. You could bounce a fucking penny off of that thing.”

“Tell me about it, man…”

The two continued to converse, Derek’s face getting hotter and hotter with humiliation and embarrassment at every word. Worse than that, his cock wouldn’t stop throbbing as he listened to them talk about him as if he were some piece of meat. His cock had never been harder.

The two were just talking about the things they would do if they ever learned that Derek was interested when he felt something feeling up his hole. He gasped, nearly jumping out of his skin in shock that someone had the temerity to touch him like that.

“H-hey, n-now this has definitely gone too far…” he muttered, still somehow unable to assert himself against this swarm of men who had taken it upon themselves to explore his body despite his protests.

“C-can we please… get back… to the lesson…” Derek trailed off, having to fight back a moan as his asshole got fingered. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, but his asshole tingled as that person rubbed gentle circles around the sensitive pucker.

If anyone noticed Derek’s half-hearted protest, they didn’t show it. They talked over him, debating whether he was a top or a bottom. Whether it would be better if he were a top or a bottom.

“All I’m saying is that it would be such a waste of a sweet ass if he were just a top. He’s gotta be verse, at least,” said one of Derek’s students, to the agreement of a handful of others.

“But I mean… With an ass that fat… You know…” said another. “He probably takes dick like a pro.”

“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong! I’m not gay! I’m straight! I like women! Boobs! Pussy! I’m not gay!” Derek wanted to say. He just couldn’t get the words out. And it wasn’t like anyone would believe him. Someone was playing with his asshole, fingering him right in the middle of what was supposed to be a martial arts lesson.

Gods, Derek couldn’t help but think to himself as his cock pulsed against his thigh. Tonight had gone so horribly awry, and he wasn’t even sure how. “G-guys, please…” he muttered in a voice so soft he barely heard himself speak.

What did it matter if he complained about what they were doing to him? It wasn’t like they listened, anyway. He was wasting energy struggling when he could just give in and make things easier for himself.

It was a rare moment that Derek let things slide, but he felt like he had no choice. When someone grabbed his dick through his pants, he didn’t even bother to tell them off.

Derek was never going to admit it out loud, but it was a lot easier to enjoy the hands roaming all over his body when he gave up on trying to enforce the rules.

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Derek’s adult class had gone home already, but he still felt as if they were right there with him. The memory of their rough hands exploring his body was vivid and impossible to ignore.

He was struggling to regain some semblance of normalcy. He was both mortified and almost shell-shocked at what he’d allowed those guys to get away with.

Derek wasn’t even sure why he hadn’t pushed back more. He’d tried. Barely. Pathetically. He was usually much stricter and more assertive, but he’d pretty much let the guys in the adult class walk all over him.

Fuck, he thought to himself. He’d screwed up. Bigtime. He’d thought he was finally making a connection, earning the guys’ respect, but he was pretty sure that by the time they left the dojo for the night, they had even less respect for him than when they started.

The worst part was that Derek was still turned on from it all, too. He remembered how electric their touch had been on his skin, how hard they’d managed to get him.

It was wrong. It didn’t make sense. He was straight. He’d never had a gay thought in his life. These were his truths, but they did nothing to change the fact that he was wound up tight, tension coiled in the pit of his stomach like a compressed spring.

The tent in Derek’s pants twitched as his cock throbbed. Home would usually be a refuge from this sort of problem, but if anything, being upstairs was making things worse.

Things had been so weird. Everything felt charged with sexual tension. Derek had no idea what was going on, only that a tiny, tiny part of him that he tried to keep buried was enjoying it.

He knew it was wrong. Gods. None of them were related by blood, but him, Trevor, Marcus, Tristan, Leo—they were all family, and family wasn’t supposed to feel this way about each other.

Derek knew, deep down, that something wasn’t quite right. This wasn’t natural. They weren’t like this. They were close, yeah, but they didn’t eye each other up. They didn’t walk around in their underwear. They didn’t pop random boners just by bumping against each other. And besides Marcus, who they loved and accepted just the way he was, they didn’t have any interest in men, least of all each other.

This was external. Something was doing this to them. Derek had no idea what it was, but he had to believe it was something outside the family. He refused to accept that he, Trevor, Leo, and Tristan were simultaneously having gay awakenings. That was just way too unlikely.

Derek had to talk to Trevor about this, but he had no idea how he would even broach the topic. “Hey, Dad, something’s wrong with me. You and my brothers are making me horny, and I promise I’m not just being an incestuous pervert, something’s not right, I swear,” didn’t exactly come across as the most convincing argument.

Pervert. Gods. Derek didn’t know what it was about that word. It lingered in his head longer than it had any right to, bouncing around in his skull until he noticed it and got turned on as a result.

He couldn’t understand why it was making him so fucking hard. He wasn’t a pervert. It was filthy. Wrong. It went against the principles and values he’d striven all his life to protect: mutual respect, human dignity, and decency, to name a few.

But maybe that was the appeal. It was forbidden. Taboo. Derek had thought himself above that sort of thing, but clearly not.

He took a deep breath. His room was dark. The windows were shuttered. The only light was coming from the screen of the laptop that he’d taken from the study.

Derek was supposed to be doing some last-minute administrative work. The computer was even opened to his sacred spreadsheet. They were in a more comfortable position now, in terms of finance, but the budget still needed to be done. The problem was that he hadn’t managed to do anything.

He licked his lips. A knot of guilt had settled into the pit of his stomach. This was important work that he was supposed to be doing, but he was putting it off again for his own pleasure.

Derek just couldn’t help himself, though. He was way too fucking horny. His mind kept wandering back to the lesson with the adult group, the guys’ callused hands playing with every square inch of exposed skin, the rough grip of the guy who’d grabbed his cock through his pants and tugged at his length.

Fuck, he thought to himself. The guys in the adult class had brought him right to the edge. He’d been embarrassed enough that they had come to the conclusion that he was a cock-hungry butt-slut. He couldn’t imagine the utter humiliation he would have felt if they’d made him cream his pants too.

But that was just the thing. The prospect of the humiliation made Derek’s cock swell. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy the degradation of it but the thought that he’d come so close to making a fool of himself filled him with an inexplicably profound level of arousal.

Derek needed to get his rocks off. This wasn’t sustainable. He was putting off important work because he was horny, and wasting time not doing anything about it.

He opened up his browser and navigated to his favorite porn site. He didn’t need anything flashy, just something that would get him off as quickly as possible.

It should have been quick. Derek should have found a sub-10-minute video, played it, and come to it. The problem was that he couldn’t find anything that interested him. The usual things that he watched made his stomach turn.

A gay tube site ad on the sidebar, however, did catch Derek’s attention. It was distracting, and he tried to put it out of his mind, but he kept coming back to the ad.

The ad itself wasn’t even anything special. It was the usual stuff, a cringe-y, over-the-top clip from a porno, except it was gay. It nevertheless called to him.

Derek tried to ignore it. He wasn’t going to give in to the temptation. He pulled up a straight video that looked like it would be good enough and did his best to put the gay ad out of his mind.

The video proved boring. It failed to capture his interest. The girl was hot. The guy was hotter. He tried to focus on her, and the camera angles were definitely generous in that regard, but he wasn’t captivated. His erection flagged.

The more that Derek tried to force himself to get off to the woman on-screen, the more appealing the gay ad seemed to become. He couldn’t stand it. He was losing his hard-on.

Groaning to himself as he couldn’t believe what he was about to do, Derek clicked on the ad. His breath hitched as the browser navigated to the gay tube site on the ad. The page took a moment to load, but when it did, he was treated to a veritable smorgasbord of gay porn.

Derek’s flagging erection surged right back to full hardness. He seemed almost a man possessed, rubbing his dick with one hand through the fabric of his pants while moving the mouse cursor to the first video on the site’s feed.

He failed to notice the title until the full video had loaded up on his screen. “Brad Silver Helps Stepbrother Get Unstuck.” For some ungodly reason, his cock somehow got even harder.

Derek had no idea what was wrong with him. Of course, he’d known step-sibling porn was a relatively popular genre, but it was basically just incest porn. The “step-sibling” part was a thin veneer for plausible deniability.

The fucked-up thing was, he and his brothers were closer to step-siblings than anything else. Sure, they loved each other as if they were blood, but they weren’t. They had all come from different homes, brought together by circumstances that weren’t all under their control.

As the preamble of the video played in front of him, Derek resisted the urge to fantasize about being in the same situation with one of his brothers. He didn’t even know where the impulse came from, but it was so hard not to go along with it.

The stepbrother in the video was finishing up a load of washing, but there was a thong way in the back of the dryer, so he leaned inside to grab it. When he tried to pull back, he found himself stuck.

On any other day, Derek’s suspension of disbelief would have died then and there. The stepbrother in the video was a twunky guy. He wasn’t big enough to get stuck in the dryer. He pretended at it anyway, and to Derek’s horny brain, it was good enough.

“Help, step-bro! I’m stuck!” said the stepbrother. The line was a meme at this point, and as such should have been cringe-y, but Derek’s cock throbbed when he heard it.

He’d already set the volume on the laptop to the lowest it could be, but the audio was still coming through the onboard speakers. He’d even lowered the audio on the video, but it was still too loud. It seemed almost deafening in the silence of the house.

The scene changed. The camera cut to the other brother. The one that Derek assumed was played by Brad Silver, whoever that was.

Brad was at his computer. He was naked but for his briefs, which were halfway down his thighs. He was watching gay porn, treating his big dick to long, luxurious strokes along its full length.

Broad shoulders, rounded delts, wide traps, and thick pecs became the focus of the camera as it zoomed in on Brad’s physique. His frame was comparable to Derek’s. He was almost as big. His muscles were cut and gorgeous, shredded enough to make Derek’s cock twitch.

Where Brad and Derek differed, however, was in aesthetics. Brad’s muscles had been trained to look good above anything else. Derek’s were more practical. Tighter. Stronger. Aesthetics had been a concern, sure, but a secondary one.

Derek had trained to be an efficient and effective fighter, someone who could use a variety of weapons in combat, fluidly swapping between them without breaking a sweat. As far as that goal was concerned, he’d accomplished it. The fact that he’d gotten a pretty gorgeous bod for all his hard work was down to genetics.

When Brad heard his stepbrother’s call for help, he got up from his computer and pulled his briefs up his legs. He didn’t bother to stuff his cock back in, pinning his stiff erection against his body with the waistband as he went in search of his brother.

There was another cut. This time, the camera focused on the stepbrother’s ass hanging out of the dryer. He was wearing just sweatpants, and the heavy fabric was draped over his ass cheeks in just such a way that it showed off the thick, round bubble butt that was hidden underneath.

The camera swept up as the protagonist came onto the scene. The video did a close-up of Brad’s face, and the goofy, over-the-top, clearly exaggerated shock on the pornstar’s face made Derek’s cock twitch. The lecherous expression that followed quickly thereafter did the same.

Derek’s heart started to race as Brad knelt behind his stepbrother. He licked his lips as those thick hands wrapped most tenderly around the stepbrother’s narrow waist. For a moment, it looked like Brad was actually going to help the stepbrother, but instead he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the sweatpants and yanked them down.

The stepbrother’s big, round ass turned Derek on like nothing else. He sucked down a sharp breath through his teeth, his body flooded with a sudden rush of heat and arousal.

Derek desperately fished his cock out of his pants. He’d been so hard, there was a visible tent against the side of his leg. He hissed as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, a bolt of lightning racing up the length of his spine. Fuck. He was so godsdamned sensitive right now.

Pre-cum leaked down the underside of Derek’s fingers, staining his knuckles. He did leak a respectable amount whenever he was turned on, but this was different. His dick was drooling, trickling out pre-cum like a faucet that had been left partially open.

Derek felt his cock jump when Brad placed the heels of his palms on those thick ass cheeks, spreading them ever so slightly to peel them away from the tight pink hole buried between them. Fuck, Derek thought to himself. He’d never been so turned on in his life.

The stepbrother was wearing just a jockstrap under his sweatpants. The black straps pushed his cheeks up, making them even plumper. Derek had seen his fair share of womanly rumps, but none of them even came close to getting him as bricked up as this one.

Derek’s breath hitched in his throat as Brad leaned in and started tonguing at the hairless pink hole buried between those thick, round ass cheeks, and he found himself leaning forward. His mouth slowly opened, his tongue lolling out as Brad enthusiastically tongue-punched the step-brothers’ quivering rosebud.

Soon enough, Derek was imitating Brad. His tongue was flapping up and down in the air, his cock as hard as it had ever been as he pumped his fist along his length. He could almost taste that tight pink asshole on the end of his tongue, and it was making his mouth water.

Suddenly, Brad got up. He pulled away from the step-brother’s winking asshole and crouched slightly to line himself up for the main event. Grabbing the base of his dick with one hand while using the other to grip the stuck stepbrother by the waist, he snapped his hips forward.

“Fuck,” Derek muttered under his breath. The camera had cut to Brad’s POV for the thrust, and the angle, looking down on the step-brother’s creamy round white ass, showed off Brad’s gorgeous dick spreading the step-brother’s fuckhole wide open around his considerable girth in exquisite detail.

This time, Derek couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing. He imagined himself in the protagonist’s situation, pictured himself finding Leo stuck head-first in the dryer, ass hanging out, too fucking stupid to pull himself out.

Derek was fucking drooling. He imagined himself grabbing Leo’s shorts by the waistband and yanking them down to reveal and even fuller, rounder, fatter ass than what was on the video. He fantasized about getting down on his hands and knees, stuffing his face into Leo’s ass crack, and making sloppy love to Leo’s asshole with his tongue.

He’d never seen it himself, but he imagined that Leo’s tight little pussy was just as pink, hairless, and eager as the one on the step-brother in his video. He couldn’t imagine it being any other way.

Derek closed his eyes. He listened to the wet noises coming from the video. He fantasized about grabbing Leo by the hips and slamming his fat cock into his brother’s hole, watching those lips stretch wide to accommodate his girth.

He moaned as he roughly fisted his cock. In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t have been indulging his imagination. It was bad enough he was watching gay porn without him also fantasizing about railing his brother, but he couldn’t help himself.

Derek imagined just how hard he would go. The protagonist of his video probably couldn’t fuck the stuck step-brother all that hard, but Leo was an esper. Leo was designed to take the sort of punishment that would leave a regular human in the hospital for weeks, if not months.

If there was anyone in the world who could take the full force of Derek’s rut, it would be one of his brothers. So he imagined Leo doing it. He tightened his grip on his dick, whipping his hand up and down his shaft with such speed and desperation that it blurred. Then, he fantasized about fucking Leo with all his strength.

Derek could almost feel it, his fingers digging into the meat of Leo’s hips and ass. He wondered what noises his brother would make, at what point the groaning and the moaning would turn into grunting, whimpering, and whining.

More than that, he imagined how the room would fill with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The creaking of the dryer. Because he wasn’t going to stop. He was going to destroy Leo’s hole with his dick knowing that it was going to recover.

Derek tossed his head back and moaned. He wasn’t just going to dick his own brother down, he was going to slam-fuck Leo with enough force to fracture a regular human’s pelvis, knowing that at best it would leave Leo sore the next day. And he would fuck Leo so hard that Leo would end up even more stuck in the dryer.

At that point, Derek would really only have one choice: use his powers. He would have wedged Leo into the dryer so tightly with his dick that his only choice would be to use his powers, turn his cock into a club with his hydrokinesis and use the extra leverage to work Leo out of the dryer little by little.

In the back of his mind, a tiny voice protested that the solution wasn’t even feasible. If Derek’s cock had gotten Leo more stuck, Derek’s cock wasn’t going to get Leo unstuck. But the fantasy wasn’t exactly operating on real-world logic, and in porn logic, cock was always the correct answer.

Derek moaned as he imagined wrapping his dick in a water club thick enough to be the size of his forearm. That kind of girth would have broken any other man, but Leo was an esper. He was built to take punishment.

He fantasized about shoving his water-club dick as deep into Leo’s guts as he could, and taking Leo out of the dryer that way. He imagined himself grabbing Leo by the legs and lifting him straight into the air, bouncing Leo on his dick just so he could see the bulge his water-club cock made in Leo’s stomach.

Then, Derek imagined how good Leo’s asshole would look stretched around the massive girth of his cock-club and how it would gape and dribble when he pulled out. It was enough to send him over the edge.

Derek’s fist knocked into the underside of his desk as he came. His cock swelled. His balls churned. His toes curled against the floor. Spurt after spurt of thick, warm cum splattered the underside of the desk, and he didn’t feel the slightest bit of an impulse to clean it off.

---

The sound of someone getting home unceremoniously jerked Derek out of his post-nut bliss. It was like getting a bucket of ice-cold water dumped all over him, and the pleasant vibe he’d been luxuriating in ever since blowing his load curdled into a bitter note of greed in the pit of his stomach.

Checking the time on his computer, Derek realized that it was pretty late at night. He didn’t know who it was that had just come home, since his brothers seemed to be staying out later and later these days.

He got up from his desk and waddled over toward the door with his pants looped around his ankles. They’d slid down his legs while he was jerking off, and he couldn’t be bothered to pull them back up.

Derek was still hard, so the short walk was a bit awkward. His dick wagged from side to side, flinging narrow strands of pre-cum through the air as he made his way over to the door. When he got there, he opened the door just enough to peer through but kept himself hidden so the state he was in wouldn’t be visible.

From his room, Derek could see into the kitchen, and he saw that it was Marcus who’d just arrived. Something wasn’t quite right, though, and it wasn’t the fact that Marcus was barely wearing any clothes.

Derek had known for some time that Marcus had gotten a gig as a dancer at one of the local gay clubs, so it made sense for Marcus to be in just a jockstrap, a harness, and sneakers. If he had to guess, Marcus was just wearing the same thing that he danced at the club in.

The surprise was that Marcus had arrived at home wearing just those things. He must have walked home practically naked since the only other thing he had on was a gym bag slung over his shoulder. The bag might have hidden him from the side, but otherwise it did little to cover him up.

Marcus had always been the wilder one among the brothers. He was daring in ways Derek and the others weren’t, happy to show off his body in his crop tops and short shorts. This was a new level, though, and Derek couldn’t help but wonder if Marcus had any shame left.

Sure, it was a late hour, and people were unlikely to be out on the streets, but Derek couldn’t imagine walking home wearing next to nothing. He thought about walking home with his ass hanging out of his underwear and how humiliating it would be, how undignified. And yet, his cock twitched at the prospect.

Without even really thinking about it, Derek grabbed his cock and started stroking himself. This was so wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He was spying on his brother, jerking his cock while his gaze raked hungrily along the straps of the harness stretched across Marcus’ chest.

Marcus stepped into a shaft of light streaming through a window in the kitchen, and it illuminated his face. He looked like he was out of it. His expression was dopey, his eyes unfocused and distant. His irises were tinged with purple, and he looked high out of his mind.

Derek’s gaze wandered lower. This was wrong. He needed to stop. He wasn’t supposed to be ogling his brother. But he couldn’t help himself. Not with Marcus’ physique on full display.

The light from the street lamp outside the window cast shadows across Marcus’ muscles that accentuated the contours of that tight body. He hungrily took in the sight of Marcus’ cobbled abs, his gaze worshipfully sliding down the front of his younger brother’s torso until his eyes reached the waistband of the jockstrap.

Derek’s eyes widened as he looked further down. The pouch in the front of the jock was tented out, struggling to contain a massive hard-on. Suddenly, the mindless, dopey grin on Marcus’ face made a lot more sense.

The mere act of shifting weight from one leg to the other made the straining package between Marcus’ legs jiggle. Derek could only imagine how it must have been like on the walk home. If Marcus had been hard that whole time, then the tent in his jock must have been bouncing with every step.

Walking home mostly naked was enough of an embarrassment on its own. Doing so with a raging erection made it twice as humiliating. Derek was mortified and intrigued at the same time, his cock pulsing in his grip as he imagined how he would feel if he were forced to make that shameful walk home himself.

Derek flicked his gaze up and noticed that Marcus looked positively disheveled. It looked like there was something on his face. It was wet, glistening in the light. At first, he couldn’t tell what it was, but then he realized that it was cum.

Marcus’ face was soaked in cum. And now that Derek was looking more closely, he could tell that Marcus’ thighs were stained with it, too.

Derek shut the door. Was it shock? Was it shame? Did it matter? He didn’t know. The only thing he was sure of was that his pulse was racing. His heartbeat was thundering in his ears. His heart was beating so fast and so hard he could feel it knocking against his ribs, and of all his brothers, it was Marcus who had the keenest ear for vital signs.

He leaned back against the door, his chest heaving with shallow, ragged breaths. His cock felt like a steel rod in his hand, and his fingers were flying along his length as if his life depended on it.

Derek was so fucking turned on. He shouldn’t have been getting off on the idea of Marcus coming home soaked in cum. This was his brother, for fuck’s sake. But he couldn’t help himself. Fuck. His cock was so hard he felt like it could explode at the slightest provocation.

Until tonight he’d never questioned that Marcus danced for the club, but was this the implication? Did his brother work at a brothel? Did Marcus get passed around by men paying for the privilege of playing with his body?

Fuck. Derek’s head thumped against the door as he fought down the moan that threatened to spill from his lips. His brother was a whore, and that thought made his cock throb.

His head was spinning. A confusing mix of emotions was rampaging through him. There was concern, of course—he wondered if Marcus had known everything the job entailed upon signing up, and worried that Marcus might have fallen in with the wrong crowd.

There was curiosity. What was it like? How many men did Marcus see every night? What was Marcus expected to do?

Anger and indignation were in the mix, too. They were supposed to be a respectable family of respectable men. Derek could only imagine what people would say if they knew that one of the Chan boys was a slut getting passed around to a bunch of sleazy men at the gay club nearly every night?

The strangest emotion churning in the pit of Derek’s stomach was jealousy. It didn’t make sense, but it was there. How come these total strangers got to see that side of Marcus but he didn’t? How come Marcus was willing to whore himself out to a bunch of nobodies when Derek was right there and could give him what he needed?

Fuck. Derek wasn’t even sure where that thought came from, or why he was acting so possessive over his own brother. He just felt like there was something unfair about it, something unjust.

Derek was the one Marcus had relied on for everything for so long. Sure, their dad had been there too, and Derek wasn’t one to discount Trevor’s contribution, but it was him that Marcus had gone to for allowance. It was his food that Marcus had eaten most days. It was his shoulder that Marcus had leaned on during the tough days.

After all that, he at least deserved a heads-up. And maybe it was a bit dark of him to think, but he felt entitled to have taken a first crack at Marcus’ body before all these strangers.

It was irrational. Derek knew that. He hadn’t even wanted anything to do with men until very recently. Hell, he was still convinced he was straight, but the idea that so many strangers had fucked his brother before he ever got to stick his dick in Marcus’ tight ass made him so fucking angry he didn’t know what to do with himself.

A dark thought crossed Derek’s mind. He could open the door, grab Marcus, put him on his knees, and add one more load to the thick gobs of nut sludge on Marcus’ face. It wouldn’t make up for the opportunity he’d been denied, but it would at least make him feel better to have his seed cooling on his brother’s face, staking his own claim.

But no. No. Derek shook his head. He couldn’t do that. That was a step too far. The fact that he was fantasizing about this was bad enough on its own. He couldn’t act on his darkest impulses, even if his cock really wanted him to.

Derek slumped against the door and slowly slid to the floor. His fist pumped up and down along his shaft, while he bit the knuckles of his other hand to suppress the noises that wanted to spill from him.

He stayed there until he heard Marcus stumble past, and long after.

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Derek was up early the next morning, though he wasn’t sure it counted since he didn’t get much sleep the previous night. Between the stuff his adult class put him through, and the absolute state seeing Marcus come home covered in cum had put him in, he’d spent most of the night beating his cock.

His erection had refused to go down. He’d jerked off multiple times, but even then, it hadn’t taken the edge off. He did eventually manage to pass out, but mostly out of sheer exhaustion, and now, only a few hours later, he was up again.

The only reason Derek was even up and about was that he couldn’t get back to sleep. He was just as horny as before, and his cock wasn’t going to let him have any peace, but he wasn’t going to go back into the loop of helplessly masturbating in bed on his hands and knees so he forced himself to do something productive. Namely, making breakfast.

Derek had the fridge open and was checking what they had for options when he heard someone coming up the stairs. He froze. His breath hitched in his throat. He hadn’t expected anyone to be coming home at this hour, so he hadn’t bothered to get dressed.

The only thing Derek was wearing was his briefs. His cock was tenting out the front, and a large wet spot was growing around the head.

Before Derek could try to hide, Leo reached the top of the stairs. Derek was about to say something when he realized that Leo was using stealth arts—badly. He could see straight through them and noticed that Leo was very much naked and erect, the look on his youngest brother’s face similar to the one that had been on Marcus’ last night.

Derek’s cock throbbed. The tent in his briefs got bigger. He barely managed to resist the urge to fish his dick out and start pumping.

He had so many questions. Where had Leo come from? Why was Leo naked? Why was Leo hard? He could have stepped forward and comforted his brother, tried to get him into some clothes, but instead he pressed himself flat against the nearest wall and used stealth arts so Leo wouldn’t register his presence.

Like Marcus, Leo was disheveled. He looked like he’d been put through the wringer. There were welts and bruises on his body, but all were starting to fade thanks to his healing factor. If he’d been a regular human, he wouldn’t have been walking at all. It looked like he’d been beaten within an inch of his life.

Derek’s breath hitched in his throat. Arousal was replaced by anger. He was protective of his family. Of his brothers, most of all. If someone had abused his youngest brother, he wasn’t going to let them get away with it.

But then he noticed Leo’s ass. It was bright red, practically glowing. The most telling bit, however, was the word “bitch” spelled across both cheeks, which must have been embossed on whatever paddle had been used to beat Leo’s ass.

There was one more thing: Leo’s hole was blown open. His rim was puffy, his ring gaping and leaking, dripping cum down along his thighs.

Derek’s cock throbbed. His anger didn’t evaporate, but it did change targets. Marcus getting dicked down while working at the club made him jealous, but it at least made sense. Leo had no excuse. Leo was supposed to be in university, studying hard, and making the best of the opportunities he had that Derek, Marcus, and Tristan never got.

The darker part of Derek reared its head again. He remembered what he’d fantasized about while watching porn. If this was what Leo got up to at university, then maybe they needed to pull their support.

It was pretty clear to Derek that Leo enjoyed being this bruised and battered. That stupid, glassy-eyed, dopey grin wouldn’t have been on Leo’s face if he’d hated it. Leo wouldn’t have been hard if he was in pain.

University was a major expense for their family, and they were paying what they could toward it so Leo wouldn’t go into debt, but if Leo was wasting his time being a faggot at university, then there was no reason for him to go. Derek had needs. Especially these days. Having a hole to slam-fuck whenever he needed to blow off some steam would be a much more effective use of their resources instead of wasting a college education on Leo.

Fuck. Derek stopped himself and shook his head. He couldn’t believe he’d just thought those awful things of his brother, but he couldn’t deny that the idea of having Leo under his desk warming his cock was hot.

He ripped his hand off his cock and took a deep breath. He focused. Something about Marcus and Leo was bothering him, and he couldn’t afford to let the thought escape him.

Wait. That was it. Their expressions. Their eyes. Both his brothers had looked high when they came home, which was unlike them. Marcus and Leo both knew better than to get involved with drugs, and if they were both coming home stoned off their rockers, then he doubted it could be a coincidence.

Derek needed to talk to Trevor. Something was seriously wrong with their family, and he finally had a pretty good reason to think that someone was doing this to them, which meant they could start looking into ways to resolve the situation before it got any worse.

It would have to wait, though. Derek couldn’t resist much longer. The horniness he’d pushed aside was rushing back in with a vengeance, his cock straining his briefs so hard he felt as if he were on the verge of exploding.

Derek had to take care of the need between his legs first. He needed to have as clear a mind as he could manage before having that important conversation with Trevor.

Quietly, he sneaked around Leo and made his way back to his room. He had to crank one out, or maybe a few more than that.

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It was breakfast, Derek was cooking, and the air was charged with sexual tension. Marcus had just walked into the room naked, erect, and unreasonably proud of it, too. He was also making crude jokes that were quickly getting on Derek’s nerves.

Derek needed to talk to Trevor. Things were getting out of hand. He was in the middle of serving breakfast and was about to say something to his brothers when Trevor suddenly came up the stairs, and he realized he hadn’t even known that Trevor had been out all last night.

It was lucky that he was wearing an apron. It helped to hide the tent in his briefs. Somewhat, anyway. The heavy fabric of the apron draped over his crotch, showing a lump. At the very least, it wasn’t as obscene as if he’d only had his briefs on.

Derek wasn’t sure why he was only in his briefs. He could have pulled on some pants once he’d emptied his balls enough that he could think at least somewhat clearly, but he hadn’t. It was a problem now since his horniness was back and the briefs weren’t very good at hiding his arousal.

It didn’t help that a single look at Trevor made Derek’s cock pulse and throb. He’d never had a bad thought about his dad in his life, but looking at what Trevor was wearing, a quiet, cynical voice in the back of his head all but screamed, “Tramp!”

Derek was fuming. This wasn’t the first time that Trevor had been dressed like a skank around the house, but he’d let it slide the other times. Now, it filled him with an impotent sense of rage that was made even more complicated by the sudden, almost debilitating lust that he felt looking at his dad’s exposed bits of skin.

Taking a breath, Derek focused. He couldn’t let himself get carried away, not when there was something more important at stake. He was about to ask if he and Trevor could step aside to have a talk, but then he noticed Peter coming up the stairs too.

Whatever Derek might have said died in his throat. It wasn’t so much that he was suddenly tongue-tied in the presence of a stranger; it was much more about what Peter was wearing. The grey sweatpants left very little to the imagination, the heavy fabric draping over the outline of a big fat cock and shifting with the heft of it as Peter moved.

Derek’s eyes nearly bugged out of his skull at the size of the thing between Peter’s legs. Suddenly, he wasn’t so surprised that his Dad had turned into the world’s biggest tramp.

Maybe that was an awful thing for him to think. He was a hung guy himself, but he was pretty sure he would have to use his powers and wrap a good amount of water around his dick to even come close to Peter’s size.

The worst part was that Peter wasn’t even hard. It was impossible to tell if Peter was fully soft or somewhat hard, but Peter was definitely not fully erect, which meant the monster between his legs was only going to get larger.

Derek was so distracted by Peter’s massive cock that he failed to register anything his dad said until he heard, “…We’ll just be talking business. We’ll be in my room if you need anything.”

Trevor grinned. “If you need anything, just knock. Or don’t. Up to you. It’s not like we have anything to hide.”

Derek nodded numbly as Trevor and Peter walked past. “S-sure, Dad…” he muttered, still a bit shell-shocked still from the sheer size of Peter’s cock. Before he knew it, the two men were gone, the door to Trevor’s room closed behind them.

Nothing was said for a good long moment until all four brothers heard a bang against the door to Trevor’s room. Derek nearly jumped out of his skin at the noise. “D-Dad? I-is everything alright?” he called out, too scared of revealing how hard he was that he didn’t move a single muscle.

“Y-yeah! Sorry! E-everything’s fine! I just tripped over something!” Trevor yelled back, though Derek was very skeptical given the tone of voice.

Derek didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but despite speaking in hushed tones, Trevor and Peter were still audible to his enhanced superhuman hearing. What he heard made his face burn. Every word they spoke made him feel hotter and hotter under the collar.

Part of him wished that he didn’t have superhuman hearing. Part of him was thankful that he did. He stood there, rooted to the spot, as his arousal climbed higher and higher. He stayed there, stock still, until he couldn’t take it any longer. His Dad was about to get fucked.

Derek stripped off his apron, glancing briefly down at the massive tent his dick was making in his briefs. “I-I uh… I gotta go to the bathroom,” he said, giving a pathetic excuse as he sprinted for the toilet.

The door banged as he closed it behind him, his knees knocking together. His heart raced, galloping in his chest. He moved a hand down the front of his body, dipping it past the waistband of his briefs to grab his cock.

“Fuck,” Derek muttered under his breath as he staggered toward the toilet, sitting on top of the lid as he strained to hear what Trevor and Peter were doing just on the other side of the wall. He couldn’t believe he was eavesdropping on his own dad during what was supposed to be a private and intimate moment, but he wasn’t in control. His cock was piloting his body. His desires had taken over his brain.

Trevor was a man Derek had spent most of his life looking up to in admiration. He had aspired to one day be as good a man as Trevor. But hearing that very same man be a degenerate little slut, acting like some submissive little bitch just because Peter had an enormous dong, it made something inside Derek snap.

“Oh, fuck, Dad…” Derek moaned, tossing his head back as he imagined Trevor on hands and knees with a blissed out look on his face while getting bitched out by the veritable cunt-buster between Peter’s legs.

Just imagining that big fat cock spreading his dad’s asshole open was enough to send him spilling over the edge. Ropes of cum shot out of his spasming dick, sailing straight over his head to splatter against the wall.

Derek came hard, but his cock didn’t go down. He kept stroking, trying and failing to suppress the moans that were spilling from his lips as he listened in on Trevor getting railed by Peter.

It was filthy. Immoral. Wrong. But fuck did it feel so good.