Derek was certain that someone had to have messed with the dojo thermostat. It had to have been one of his adult students because it was only ever during their class that the place got unbearably hot.

The afternoon and morning classes were fine despite the sun streaming in through the windows, but by the time that the adult class came around, the temperature went up. And not just by a little, but by a lot.

Derek was honestly a bit miserable. He didn’t do well in the heat. There was a reason his elemental affinity was with water.

He was sweating like a pig. His uniform was soaked through. There was probably enough moisture in his clothes to make a weapon out of—perhaps a small dagger or a hunting knife—though it wasn’t like he intended to show his adult students that he was an esper.

Derek would have been much more comfortable if he’d just taken his shirt off, but he’d promised himself he wouldn’t. He didn’t want a repeat of last time. The sensations of that experience were still vivid in his mind, and the mere memory of them was enough to make his cock twitch in his pants.

He tried to focus on what really mattered: the class. Last time, the lesson was completely derailed. He couldn’t afford to let that happen this time. He needed the guys to focus up. They were supposed to have learned the basics by now, but because of all the delays and detours, he hadn’t managed to teach them anything just yet.

Fuck. The heat was starting to get to Derek, though. He reached up and wiped the sweat from his brow, and his hand came away soaked.

A hand shot up into the air. Since their last session together, Derek had taken the time to familiarize himself with the guys in his adult class. The one who had a hand up was one of the troublemakers. Dempsey, if his memory served him right.

“Yes? Is something the matter?” Derek cocked an eyebrow. “Do you need help?”

Dempsey shook his head. “I was just curious if you were alright, Teach. You don’t look like you’re having a good time…” He paused for a moment, and then continued, “I don’t know how to put it delicately but, uh… You look like a wet duck, Teach.”

Derek flushed. “I-it’s fine,” he said, brushing off the comment. He hadn’t expected to get called out on how much he was sweating. “It’s just a little warm in the dojo today. It’s no big deal. Martial artists have to contend with worse conditions sometimes.”

Taking a breath, Derek continued. “Be glad that you’re learning in a safe, indoor environment. Some people don’t have the luxury. Besides, you can think of adversarial conditions as extra training. Martial artists need to be able to focus and act decisively and rationally even when their surroundings are against them.”

“I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we appreciate the advice, Teach, but wouldn’t it be better if you just took your shirt off?” Anton cut in to a murmur of agreement from the other members of the class. “I mean, come on, Teach. We’re all guys here. It’s nothing we haven’t already seen. Don’t you want to be more comfortable?”

Derek shook his head. “No. No, no. As I said, it’s fine. I’m not taking my shirt off. The last time I did that, we didn’t get anything done. I’m not inviting that sort of distraction again.”

“But Teach, think of it as extra motivation for us,” said Anton. “If we get to admire your body, we’ll be inspired to do the hard work required to get a physique like yours!”

Another of Derek’s students, Micah, interjected. He was one of the ones with a bit of a slighter build, and Derek was pretty sure he was gay. “I do think that it’s pretty cute you’re being shy about it though, Teach,” said Micah.

Derek could feel Micah’s hungry gaze raking up and down his body. The attention made his cheeks warm and his dick tingle. “Goes to show that even when you have a gorgeous bod, you can still be conscious about it…” Micah all but purred.

“I wonder if that’s what it is,” said Anton. “I did notice Teach getting pretty squirmy last time when everyone was feeling him up. Maybe Teach is just not used to having his body appreciated, which is pretty tragic if you ask me.”

Derek’s ears got hot. “I-it’s not that at all,” he stammered in protest. Well, it was true that he’d never had anyone pay such close attention to his body, but that wasn’t the point. “I-I just don’t want to take my shirt off because it was a distraction to the class last time, and I don’t want us to waste time again.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! I’ve got an idea!” Dempsey exclaimed. If he’d been a cartoon character, a lightbulb would have appeared above his head to match the giddy expression on his face. Derek dreaded to imagine what this troublemaker’s brilliant idea was going to be.

“I think the problem is that Teach feels awkward when he’s the only shirtless guy in a room full of men, so… We should all take our shirts off! Solidarity, and all that!”

There was a moment of somewhat awkward silence that hung in the air after Dempsey put his idea out there. Derek prayed that the other guys would dismiss the concept out of hand, but his hopes were quickly shattered when he heard murmurs of approval from around the room.

Before Derek could say anything, every last guy in his class stripped off their shirts. They were so quick to shuck their tops that it almost seemed rehearsed. In a matter of seconds, Derek was the only guy with a shirt on in a room of topless hotties.

Right about then, the thick, heady masculine scent of all these hot, sweaty men hit Derek with the full force of a semi-trailer. The entire dojo was flooded with their musk. Every breath was a lungful of distilled male sex appeal, and it made Derek’s head swim.

Derek’s cock twitched in his pants. His skull felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. A pleasant haze descended over his mind, making it difficult to think as it smothered his thoughts.

About the only thing that Derek could think of clearly was how horny he was all of a sudden. Nothing had even happened yet. No one had touched him. All he had was the scent of hot, sweaty men in his nose, and his cock was plumping up.

Derek had to bite back a moan as the guys crowded around him again. The scent of them intensified with proximity. He felt as if he were drowning.

The guys were hemming Derek in, but they were keeping a respectable distance. They left him no space to escape, but they didn’t put their hands on him. It was annoying. Frustrating. They were keeping him on tenterhooks.

A small part of Derek—a part of himself that he refused to acknowledge—wanted them to come closer. His body remembered how it had felt when they touched him, and his cock, the traitorous thing, wanted a re-enactment.

These guys were his students. It was wrong. Perverse. Unethical. Immoral. He had a duty as an instructor, as a teacher. He had to tamp down his desires, to control himself in their presence, but it was hard. It was so hard.

Derek swallowed another moan as his cock pulsed against his leg. His head was swimming in the manly musk of his students. His skin was tingling from the heat of their bodies. As much as he tried to suppress his desires, his cock was already half-hard and only getting harder.

That tiny voice in the back of his mind, the one that exposed all his darkest, most perverse fantasies, was getting louder with every breath and lungful of musk. That part of him wanted the guys in his class to touch him. That part of him wanted the guys to molest him, to trample his boundaries, to ignore his protests.

“Isn’t it great that everyone’s willing to be shirtless in solidarity with you, Teach?” said Anton, baring his teeth in a suggestive little grin. “See? It’s not that big of a deal. There’s no reason you should be torturing yourself in this heat…”

Dempsey cut in after Anton. His voice was low and husky, enough to send a shiver down Derek’s spine. “It’ll be so much better once you remove your shirt, Teach. It’ll be so much more comfortable. You’ll be able to concentrate better on what matters most.”

“N-no… Y-you’re all going to get distracted again…” Derek murmured. He wasn’t even sure if he meant it. He didn’t sound all that convinced of his own argument. Still, he felt obliged to speak up, anyway. “We-we’re not going to get anything done if we get derailed again…”

“If you’re having some trouble getting your shirt off, Teach, I’m pretty sure we’ll all be happy to help you out of it,” said Micah.

Derek’s cock swelled. Oh, fuck, he thought to himself. He was pretty sure they would do it too, no matter what he said. Still, he had to try to dissuade them. “W-wait, no. T-that’s not necessary. I-if you guys really think it’s that important, then I-I’ll do it my—!”

Before Derek could even finish, there were hands all over his body again. Some grabbed at his shirt. Some slipped underneath. He was getting felt up all over—from his abs to his shoulders, and even the small of his back.

What Derek didn’t expect was how sensitive he had become. The light, teasing touches of some of those hands made him feel ticklish. He jerked and jolted as hands wandered over his body, but he just about managed not to have any outbursts.

“S-stop!” Derek managed through gritted teeth. “T-this is so inappropriate! Y-you’re getting distracted again! W-we need to focus on the lesson!”

No matter how hard Derek tried to pull his clothes shirt tight against his body, there was only so much he could do when there were a dozen eager men trying to strip it off him. Before he knew it, his shirt was gone, and maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if it had stopped there, but the guys barely gave him a moment to breathe before tugging on his pants.

Derek clutched at the waistband of his pants. “N-no! W-we only talked about the shirt!” he stammered, jerking his lower body from one side to the other in an attempt to dislodge the hands grasping at the fabric of his pants.

The combined musk of the dozen men surrounding Derek was heady and intoxicating. Their scent made it so hard to concentrate. When he lost his focus for a moment, his hands started pushing his pants down his legs, and though he managed to snatch them back up before it was too late, it became clear he was fighting a losing battle.

Derek was only one man, though, and while his students were barely better than beginners in martial arts, they weren’t weak. The raw strength of a dozen men wasn’t something he could so easily overcome, especially when his mind wasn’t all there. His pants eventually went the way of his shirt, leaving him there in just his briefs.

With all the hands touching him, Derek was as stiff as a steel rod, especially now that they had free access to pretty much every square inch of his body. His briefs tented out in the front, the fabric barely able to contain his raging erection.

Derek could only hope that none of the guys would notice or take advantage. It was a pipe dream, of course. He was exposed, vulnerable, and hung enough that there was no hiding his arousal.

As soon as Derek’s pants were flung out of reach, a hand went to his cock, squeezing it through his briefs.

“Wow, Teach, that’s an impressive piece you’ve got.”

Derek felt the heat of Anton’s breath on the nape of his neck as the hand on his cock worked its way along his length. He fought down a moan, though a quiet little whine escaped him when Anton’s thumb found its way to the large and growing wet spot on the end of his dick.

“Look how fucking big that is,” Anton all but growled against the side of Derek’s neck.

Another hand slid down the back of Derek’s briefs. His ass got palmed and squeezed, but whoever was groping him had a clear target. “S-stop!” he all but squealed as a finger dove into the cleft between his ass cheeks, aimed right at his hole.

As desperate as he was not to let on that at least part of him was enjoying the attention, Derek couldn’t help but moan as someone rubbed the rim of his asshole. His cock twitched in Anton’s grip, leaking even more pre-cum to add to the growing wet spot in his briefs.

Derek was so fucking horny. He didn’t get it. He wasn’t supposed to be. At no point in his life had he ever felt the slightest hint of attraction to men, but somehow, for reasons beyond his ken, he was now finding them impossible to resist.

The rough treatment made his cock ache, too. He wasn’t sure what it was, but the indignity of it all, the humiliation, it made him so hard. The fact that they ignored his protests, and that there were no considerations made for his boundaries or personal space, made him leak.

By all accounts, Derek should have been furious. He wouldn’t have accepted this kind of treatment from his brothers. And yet, here he was, fighting just to keep down the moans that were threatening to spill out of him, his legs trembling from the strain of resisting the urge to grind his ass against the finger massaging his rim.

“I dunno, guys. This feels pretty cherry to me,” said Dempsey.

“I’m right here! Stop talking about me as if I’m not here!” Derek wanted to say. The words never came out.

“Here, let me…” Another hand made its way into the back of Derek’s briefs—Micah’s, if he had to go by the voice—and a second finger joined the first.

Micah’s touch was gentler. Lighter. He knew his way around an asshole, clearly, and he wasn’t being shy about teasing Derek’s rim. “Oh. Yep. Definitely cherry.” He laughed. “What did I tell you guys? He’s straight.”

“I don’t know about that…” Anton’s voice was low and gravelly. Derek didn’t know why he found that so hot, but he did. His cock throbbed, his spine tingling as Anton continued speaking right in his ear, “Maybe he’s just naturally tight. Straight guys don’t have dump trucks—or they shouldn’t. It would be a waste. Fat, muscular asses like this are meant to take cock. So, obviously, Teach is a bottom.”

Derek suppressed the urge to moan and took a breath. He had to set the record straight, so to speak. Somewhat unsteadily, he protested, “M-Micah’s right. I-I am straight.”

Dempsey laughed. “Seriously, Teach?” he said. “Well, I don’t know about that. I’ve never known a straight guy who gets hard from a dozen other guys touching him. Maybe you just haven’t explored enough to know for certain.”

Cupping one of Derek’s ass cheeks, Dempsey continued, “I actually think it’s not that complicated. You’re probably just a top, aren’t you, Teach? You’re definitely too hung to be a bottom.”

Anton clicked his tongue. “No way, man,” he said. “Huge bottoms are the best, especially when they’re total butt sluts. There’s nothing hotter than seeing a stiff twelve-incher on a beefcake flopping around uselessly while his ass is getting jackhammered.”

“I mean, Anton’s got a point, Demmy,” said Micah with a laugh. “I still think Teach is straight.”

“S-stop!” Derek gasped, managing to muster the strength to protest in a substantial manner this time. “M-my sexuality i-isn’t your concern. But even if it was, I-I’m straight. W-we need to get back to the lesson. Y-you’re my students. Th-this is all r-really inappropriate!”

Anton squeezed Derek’s cock. “I dunno, Teach… I don’t think you’ll be able to concentrate on teaching us with this,” he said with a laugh. “Don’t worry though, we’re all ready to help. Isn’t that right, boys?”

There was a chorus of cheers from the rest of the guys as they crowded tighter around Derek.

“See? We’re all eager to help out however we can, Teach. All we need to do is get rid of this problem”—Anton gave Derek’s erection a tug—“but that’s easy enough.”

Derek’s breath hitched in his throat as Anton’s hand slipped into his underwear. He moaned as Anton fished him out of the confines of his briefs. There was no denying that he was ragingly hard, and he was so fucking sensitive that his cock visibly jumped as soon as Anton’s fingers wrapped around it.

Despite trying to resist the urge, Derek’s hips moved on their own. He fucked his cock into the loose ring made by Anton’s fingers around his girth. At the same time, Anton stroked him, sending pulses of pleasure down through his dick and up his spine.

Dempsey was breathing hard. Audibly so. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “Teach you’re so fucking hot. I can’t stand it. How am I supposed to focus on the lesson when you’re like this?”

Micah agreed. “Teach, you’re such a fucking turn on you’re infecting all of us with the same problem…” he said.

Out of the corner of his eye, Derek watched Micah take his stiff cock out and start stroking it. “We’re all going to need to blow off some steam at this rate, Teach!” Micah said with a wolfish grin. “How else are we going to be able to continue the lesson?”

“H-hey… W-wait a second…” Derek looked around and saw that the guys in his class were all taking their cocks out. They were stroking themselves, pumping their cocks, drooling pre-cum all over the mat and his body, for the ones that were close enough. “Y-you can’t do this… N-not in the dojo, please… I-it’s not right… Th-this is inappropriate!”

No one was listening to Derek, though. They muttered among themselves, commenting on how hot his body was and pumping their dicks. The ones that were further on the periphery muttered about how much they wished they were the ones playing with Derek, about how much they wished they were dating him.

Derek tried to ignore the comments, but it was hard to. They were talking about what they would do to his ass if they ever had the chance to take a crack at it. He should have been mortified by the things they were saying, but instead, his asshole pulsed almost eagerly at the prospect.

A hand on his shoulder pushed him toward the ground. He knew he should have fought, but he couldn’t bring himself to. His knees gradually buckled until he landed on all fours.

Fingernails traced the contours of Derek’s back, leaving trails of tingling heat where they went. He arched his spine as the feather-light touch reached the small of his back, and he didn’t even resist when someone kicked his feet apart, making him raise his ass to compensate.

Someone—Derek couldn’t tell who—grabbed his briefs by the waistband and yanked them down. The underwear slid easily down his legs, already halfway down his thighs before he could even react.

“W-wait!” Derek stammered. He had more to say, but the words died in his throat. Someone behind him hocked a loogie and moments later something hot and wet landed right on the crack of his ass.

Spit dripped into the cleft between Derek’s ass cheeks, and his students were quick to take advantage. Someone massaged the spit into his hole. The callused finger rubbed circles around his rim.

If Derek was ever going to find his courage to fight back against his students, now was the moment. He was on the verge of having his most private, intimate area violated. Now was the time to resist with all his might.

Derek was an esper. A superhuman. He was tougher, faster, more durable, and stronger by far than the average person. By all accounts, he should have been able to throw all dozen grown men off of him without breaking a sweat if he really wanted to, but he wasn’t doing that.

He didn’t know what was stopping him. He was straight. All his life, he’d been straight. At no point in his 25 years had he ever seen a guy and thought, “Fuck, I want to tap that.” Not until very recently.

Derek wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. He wasn’t supposed to be looking forward to this. His students were crossing every boundary. They were ignoring his protests. He’d told them to stop, but the words had only fallen on deaf ears.

But what Derek said was different from what his body showed. He didn’t need to keep arching his spine, spreading his legs, and pushing his ass in the air, but he was still holding the position. If that wasn’t an invitation, he didn’t know what was.

Derek’s mouth was saying one thing. His body was begging for another. His stiff cock dripped pre-cum between his legs. His asshole pulsed with need. He had never been more turned on in his life, not by the hottest women he’d ever seen in porn, nor the most attractive women he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing with his own two eyes.

He felt a bunch of cocks rubbing against his body. There were even a few near his face. The thick, heady, intoxicating scent of musk filled his nose and flooded his lungs, making his whole body hot and needy in a way that he’d never experienced before.

Derek was on his hands and knees, naked in the middle of a group of twelve hot, sweaty men. His ass was in the air. His cock was hard. He should have been horrified, and yet he was struggling to suppress a moan.

He closed his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore. A crack in the dam was all it took, a quiet moan that slipped past his lips before he could stop himself.

Derek might as well have tossed a lit match into a campfire soaked in gasoline. The chorus of matching moans that came from the dozen guys crowding around him made his asshole flutter, bringing another moan to his lips. This time, he couldn’t fight it.

The haze of arousal in Derek’s head grew thicker and thicker with every breath and every cock humping against his naked body. It smothered his mind. It was impossible to string together words into something coherent, much less speak. Trying to think was torment, not unlike trying to wade through a river of molasses.

Derek lost himself to the pleasure. He rocked his hips, backing his ass onto the finger teasing his hole until he’d swallowed it, first knuckle and all.

He groaned; the sensation of being penetrated from behind was unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome. It felt better than he had expected. The texture of the callused finger made his hole tingle.

Slowly, Derek picked up the pace of his bucking. As his wilder side was liberated from the litany of inhibitions that usually kept it buried, he started to ride the finger in his ass.

Anton had never let go of Derek’s cock. As Derek gave in to the carnal desires that had taken hold of him, he fucked the loose circle of Anton’s fingers with increasing vigor, moaning, groaning, and grunting as he backed himself harder and harder on the finger in his ass.

One segment became two, and then, shortly thereafter, three. Derek had become a slave to pleasure as he bounced his ass off of the third knuckle on the thick finger that had been pushed inside him.

Between the hand around his cock and his own movements, Derek gradually approached the edge. Tension coiled in his gut. He clutched uselessly at the mat as a low, desperate moan spilled from his lips.

Just then, the finger that was inside of Derek curled. The callused tip brushed against that special button in every guy’s asshole, sending a shock of searing-hot ecstasy straight through Derek’s body.

Derek’s whole body locked up. He whined as his cock pulsed, throbbed, and swelled, bobbing up and down between his legs. His balls drew up against his body, his toes curling.

He was so, so close. He wanted to stop. He wanted to hold back. In his mind, if he came to getting his ass fingered, it would make everything he’d been trying to deny and ignore true, but the stimulation continued.

That callused finger brushed back and forth over his prostate, sending shocks of pleasure throughout his body. He leaked and moaned, fighting tooth and nail against the imminent orgasm, but whoever was playing with his button wasn’t about to be deterred.

Derek’s spine arched. A desperate mewl escaped him. The finger inside him jabbed at his prostate, sending him spilling headfirst over the cliff’s edge.

His hole clenched tightly around the finger buried in his asshole. In the back of his mind, he registered that he sounded like a cheap whore, a desperate cock slut. There was nothing in his voice but need.

Derek’s whole body shook as he came harder than he had ever come before. His inner walls fluttered around the finger inside him. His cock bobbed up and down between his legs, spraying shot after shot of scalding hot cum across the mat of the main dojo floor.

All around him, Derek heard the guys moaning and grunting. A few moments later, the first shot of cum landed across his back. Soon enough, there were a dozen men blasting their loads all over Derek.

There was cum on the small of his back, cum in the space between his shoulder blades. Cum splattered over his ass cheeks and just under his tailbone. It was hot and sticky as it dripped between his cheeks, making his asshole twitch.

A decent amount landed on Derek’s face and in his hair. The guys in front of him had made a point of getting as much of their juices as they could on his head.

Derek had seen bukkakes in porn. He never would have imagined that he would be on the receiving end of one. A dozen cocks sprayed thick globs of nut all over his muscular body. By the time they were done, each guy squeezing the last drops onto the closest part of his body, he was drenched.

He was covered head to toe in jizz, and he stank of it. Every breath he took was filled with the scent of sex, sweat, cum, and musk. It didn’t put him off in the slightest. If anything, it made him even hornier.

As humiliating as it was, the only thing that Derek wanted to do was roll around in the mess that his students had made. He wanted to luxuriate in the feeling of all that cum on his skin. The guys didn’t give him the opportunity, though. Their hands were all over him again, massaging the gobs of cum into his skin.

Derek wriggled helplessly. Unlike before, when they were just playing with him, they were holding him down this time. He tried to win free, but they were too strong.

He writhed as hands stroked his sides. He wasn’t usually ticklish, but this time he couldn’t help himself. The wet cum on his skin made everything a hundred times more intense. It didn’t take long before he was sporting another hard-on, his cock throbbing between his legs.

Then, it stopped. Once the cum had been spread in a thin layer all over Derek’s body, all hands on him pulled away. The finger in his ass slipped out with a wet pop and a parting stroke over his prostate.

Derek groaned as all the strength he had left deserted him. His limbs gave out from under him. He collapsed to the mat, his body covered in a layer of rapidly cooling cum.

As he slowly came down from his high, he couldn’t help but wonder if this meant he wasn’t a virgin anymore. He wondered if getting finger-blasted into a massive hands-free orgasm counted. He hoped it didn’t. Otherwise, he would have to go through the rest of his life knowing that, as a straight virgin, his first time had been with a dozen men who were supposed to be his students.

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After the class, Derek went upstairs. He hadn’t bothered to clean up or towel off. He hadn’t even gotten dressed. Someone in the class must have nicked his uniform since he couldn’t find it once he managed to gather the strength to pick himself up off the floor.

His mind kept wandering back to what had happened. He shivered, the sensations still vivid in his memory. His cock twitched, betraying the lingering arousal from his wild night.

Derek knew something was wrong. If he’d been in his right mind, he would never have let things get so far. He had to believe that someone external was doing this to him, to them. The alternative was that he’d been wrong about himself all his life, and he didn’t want to consider the ramifications of that.

It wasn’t that he had anything against gay men. He’d just never imagined himself as one. He’d always thought of him as straight. He’d never had even the slightest bit of curiosity about other guys. It was hard to believe that he could have been so wrong for so long.

Derek’s cock ached. This was bad. He was losing control more and more. He kept replaying the events of the night in his head, the phantom sensation of Anton’s hand on his cock and the finger in his ass making his dick strain.

He hung his head, hand balled into a fist. He leaned over the edge of the kitchen table, sweat beading on his brow. He moaned under his breath, reaching between his legs with his free hand to wrap his fingers around his shaft.

Derek needed to be stronger, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t resist the temptation. The need between his legs was too strong—his pulsing cock way too insistent to be ignored.

He needed to talk to Trevor as soon as possible. This wasn’t something that could be swept under the rug. It was going to be humiliating and embarrassing to recount everything that had happened to him so far, but something was seriously wrong with their family, and he was willing to fall on his sword if it meant saving everyone.

The universe had a wicked sense of humor. Then and there, Trevor came up the stairs, as if summoned by Derek’s thoughts.

Derek froze. His cheeks flushed. He couldn’t let his dad see him like this, but it was too late for him to change. It was too late for him to run. He slowly raised his gaze, just in time to meet Trevor’s eyes.

“D-dad…” Derek whispered, his heart seizing in his chest, “Th-this isn’t what it looks like…”

The disappointment and anger that Derek expected to see never came. Trevor just quirked an eyebrow and cracked a wry little grin. “I’m pretty sure it’s exactly what I think it is,” he said. “I mean, it’s not much of a denial if you’re still doing it.”

Derek was mortified. He tried to stop, but he couldn’t bring himself to. His arm shook as he pumped his fist on his cock, his cheeks hot enough that he felt as if his face would ignite at the slightest provocation. “I-I’m sorry.”

Trevor chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with cranking one out, buddy. You’re young. It’s only natural,” he said. “Just make sure you clean up after yourself.”

Derek’s cheeks reddened further. He’d already had the talk with Trevor, but this felt somehow a hundred times more embarrassing—a hundred times more humiliating. “I-I will,” he stammered, not really sure what else to say.

The corner of Trevor’s mouth pulled into a little smirk as he said, “I’m actually tempted to join you, but…”

Derek’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Join him? The shock of hearing those words out of Trevor was enough to clear out the haze of arousal in his head, at least for a moment.

“A-actually… T-there is something wrong with it, Dad… W-we need to talk. This… D-doing this in the kitchen isn’t right!” said Derek.

Trevor laughed. “Really, Derek, it’s fine. I’m not going to yuck your yum. It’s okay to be kinky. Actually, I’m happy to see that you’re exploring your sexuality. I was worried that you would spend the rest of your life doing boring missionary, but it’s nice to see that you have this side to you, too.”

Derek was sure his ears would burst into flames at any moment. These weren’t the words he wanted to hear from his own father. “I-it’s not that, Dad… I-I can’t stop… I-it’s like I’m possessed.”

Trevor whistled. “Some people are into that, man, you should enjoy it!” he said with a laugh. “Sometimes you just gotta goon. Go on, buddy. Pump that dong. Stroke that thick cock. Let your penis take over and don’t mind the small things.”

Derek flushed. His cock throbbed. The thought of just letting his dick do all the thinking for him was strangely appealing. But no. No. “D-Dad… I-I mean it. I feel like I’m possessed. I can’t stop. Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong with all of us.”

Trevor’s expression changed. “That’s… That’s something we’ll need to talk about later,” he said. “It’s not the kind of topic we should be talking about in front of a guest.”

Derek’s brow furrowed. “Guest?” he said.

Peter came up the stairs behind Trevor. He wrapped one arm around Trevor’s waist and leaned to the opposite side to give Derek a small wave. “Hi. That’s me. I’m the guest,” he said with a laugh.

Trevor chuckled. “You’re adorable, babe,” he said.

Derek still wasn’t sure how he felt about his dad dating a guy younger than him. He couldn’t question that Trevor looked much happier these days, though, so he kept his misgivings to himself.

“Well, anyway, we’ll be in my room,” said Trevor. “We’ll be talking some more business, and I’m not sure you’ll find that sort of thing interesting. Though you’re definitely welcome to join us, if you want.”

Derek’s head whirled. He remembered what had happened the last time his dad had gone into a bedroom alone with Peter. A tiny part of him was tempted to take his dad up on the invitation, but he resisted the urge.

No. No, no, no. It was bad enough he was fantasizing about his brothers and his dad. Inserting himself into his dad’s sex life was a step too far.

Derek couldn’t do that. He could imagine Trevor impaled on the end of Chimera’s fat monster cock, but he couldn’t see it with his own two eyes. It was going to break him; he was sure of it.

“You can always knock if you end up needing us, though,” said Trevor. “Or don’t knock. That’s fine. You can just walk in, if you want.”

Derek’s brain short-circuited. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. Trevor and Peter walked past, and all he could do was stare at Trevor’s bouncing ass while furiously beating his meat.

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Derek had had no peace. He was wound up. Pent up. He felt like a coiled spring, ready to burst. Every time he had a moment to breathe and think, his mind invariably went back to what his adult class had done to him—to what he’d allowed them to do to him.

As much as he was loath to admit it, Derek had become a liability. He couldn’t very well perform his duties given the state that he was in. Still, this was something he had to do.

Derek was suited up as the Onyx Tortoise, his suit tight against his body. He tried to ignore how the fabric felt on his skin, hoping that his cock wouldn’t choose now, of all times, to act up.

He had wrapped up his advanced class a few minutes ago, but now he was following them with his stealth arts. He knew he needed to trust them, but Peter’s comments about his advanced class had stuck with him.

It bothered Derek that a practical stranger’s words were weighing more heavily on him than his students’ promise, but the truth was that they’d given him reason to mistrust. He hadn’t wanted to doubt them, but they’d seemed guilty and evasive.

Derek grew up quickly, but he remembered having that youthful impulsiveness once. He remembered how difficult it was to struggle against the most reckless thoughts that crossed his mind.

To Derek’s dismay, the boys didn’t go home right away after his lesson. They headed straight for a shady part of town, ducking into an alley to change into costumes that betrayed just how amateurish their operation was.

The get-ups were thrown together, at best, and Derek thought he was being more generous than was warranted to start with. One of the boys was wearing swim goggles. They looked more like thugs or bad cosplayers than vigilantes, and sure enough, they attracted a couple of looks when they emerged from the alley.

Derek held on to the hope that maybe the boys were just patrolling since there wasn’t anything inherently wrong with that, but he got the sense that they weren’t here to be passive. They were moving with intent, and seemed to have a destination in mind. He hoped he was wrong, but it was starting to look like they were champing at the bit for a fight.

The boys must have spotted something because they suddenly started using their stealth arts. Their inexperience showed, however. They were acting as if they were invisible, but that wasn’t how stealth arts worked. They were supposed to be careful. They were supposed to work to conceal their presence. They weren’t doing that.

As Derek followed close behind, the boys beelined for a stall of some sort. A guy was either selling or giving away vapes with a bunch of other guys loitering around. They were all vaping, blanketing the immediate vicinity in a faint purple haze.

Instead of investigating or asking questions, which would have been the wise choice, Derek’s students immediately launched an attack at the stall. Vapes scattered across the ground as a series of strikes splintered the wood and collapsed the stall.

The guy who’d been manning the stall simply fled, but it wasn’t over. A pair of men emerged from nearby and made their way toward the boys, clearly unhappy. The way the men were dressed was vaguely familiar to Derek, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on why that was.

Derek was about to intervene, but the boys took care of the two guys in a flash. They were using their skills well, and worked efficiently as a group to bring the two men to their knees.

For a moment, he thought that he could let things play out, but in the blink of an eye, the hairs on the back of his neck all stood on end. His legs moved before he could think about it and interposed himself between the boys and a nearby alley just in time.

Projectiles splashed into the shield of water that Derek threw up in front of him. It took him a moment to register that he hadn’t stopped bullets but darts filled with a glowing purple liquid.

Out of the alley came a figure that Derek had never seen with his own eyes, but he recognized the man from his brothers’ descriptions. It was Chimera, the new crime lord moving in on their territory.

The villain was flanked by two armed guards. They were dressed like the pair that Derek’s students had just taken down, but they had better gear. Both men had guns trained on Derek and the boys, but they were loaded with more of those darts with the glowing purple stuff inside them.

Derek had no idea what those darts were, but he wasn’t about to find out. He remembered clearly what had happened to his brothers, and he wasn’t about to let his students suffer the same fate.

He rounded on his students. “Leave!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. His instincts were screaming at him to escape. There was something dangerous about Chimera, something he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

Sven was reluctant. “We can help! We swear. We’ve been training!”

Derek shook his head. “No. This is too dangerous. You’re too inexperienced. You’re only going to get in the way. I can’t fight them off while trying to protect you at the same time, but I can buy you a chance to get away cleanly! You just need to go. Right now!”

The boys hesitated. Derek saw the regret, fear, and worry in their eyes, but he didn’t have time to indulge them. “GO!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, and thankfully, this time, they listened.

Derek turned his attention to Chimera and the two goons that flanked him. This was bad. He didn’t have backup. But he had to fight to buy time for his students.

He pulled the water back to himself, forming it into a club in his hands. Briefly, he thought about his fantasy about using his powers, wrapping his dick in water and using it as a club. His cock twitched at the thought, but he shook his head and forced himself to focus.

Derek managed either to dodge the darts coming his way or to knock them out of the air with his club. He closed the distance as quickly as he could without compromising his own safety, and once he got close enough to reach the trio, the two goons went down within moments.

That was the benefit of using water as a weapon: Derek could alter the form to fit the situation, sometimes taking his enemies off guard. The club flowed into a bo, striking one of the goons dead center between the eyes. Then, he pulled it back and cracked the water out in the form of a whip, catching the other goon by the neck and flinging him against the side of a nearby building.

Chimera, however, was a different beast. He stood toe to toe with Derek, anticipating every new form that Derek’s weapon took. He didn’t fight fair either. Every chance he got, he launched a dirty trick or an underhanded attack, trying to get Derek on the back foot.

The two were evenly matched. Derek was surprised at the strength Chimera was displaying. The guy was half his size, but was somehow able to block his weapons without breaking a sweat. The stalemate seemed like it would last for a while, but suddenly, the wind shifted and Derek scented something vaguely familiar on the breeze.

Derek’s cock throbbed. He was transported back to the dojo, to a dozen men crowding around him and jerking off onto him. The distraction lasted for only a heartbeat, but in a fight where a single moment could mean the difference between life and death, it was enough to tip the scales.

Chimera managed to sneak an attack through, and suddenly, Derek’s side exploded with pain. He staggered back, trying to catch his breath and regain the initiative, but Chimera wasn’t letting up.

Derek managed to dodge a few more projectiles, but a dart caught him in the side of his leg. The plunger pumped the fluid into him, and in the space of a heartbeat, heat flooded through his body. His knees wobbled as a wave of crushing arousal slammed into him, his legs giving out but a moment later.

The chances of Derek getting back in the fight were rapidly dwindling. Chimera’s underlings were recovering, slowly staggering to their feet. Chimera, meanwhile, was stalking toward him.

Since Derek was on the ground, it put him at eye-level with Chimera’s crotch. The tight, form-fitting black suit with its purple accents hugged the contours of Chimera’s physique perfectly, leaving very little to the imagination.

Derek’s mouth watered as he came face-to-face with the monster-cock snaking down Chimera’s leg. His whole body flushed, a moan on his lips. He only just managed to suppress it.

He couldn’t help but stare in dazed, wide-eyed amazement. He wanted to see it out in the open. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to feel it inside him, stretching his asshole open around the considerable girth.

It took every ounce of willpower Derek had to shake the haze of lust and arousal that was descending over his mind. It put him in a better place, but that didn’t mean he was in the clear. His situation was still very much desperate.

Derek couldn’t let Chimera get to him. Capture was a very real possibility, one that he couldn’t afford. Mustering all his strength with a roar, he pushed his powers to the limit, conjuring water from thin air to send a wall of water down the alley.

There was enough force behind that wave that it washed Chimera and his goons a good ways away. It wasn’t enough for Derek to retake the initiative, but it did give him the space he needed to beat a quick retreat.

Derek wasn’t used to running from a fight, but he had no choice. His cock was so hard he barely managed to stumble to his feet.

He turned and ran, pumping his legs with everything he had. He didn’t bother to look back, focusing his energy on getting away. Whether he was being pursued or not, he had only one objective: make it out without being captured.

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Derek staggered into his room. His calves were burning. His house was empty. He had no idea where everyone else was, but he was finding it difficult to care about their whereabouts at the moment.

He was grateful to be alone. As soon as he’d closed the door behind him, he ripped his clothes off and grabbed his cock. He didn’t even make it to bed, falling on all fours just past the threshold of his room.

Derek closed his eyes and pumped his cock, his mind hyper-fixated on what he’d seen in Chimera’s pants. He fantasized about what would have happened if he hadn’t managed to get away, if Chimera had somehow weathered the tidal wave.

He imagined Chimera’s clawed hand thrusting through the wall of water, reaching toward him. He imagined that the sheer force of that wave failing to budge the criminal even an inch. He pictured that clawed hand wrapped around his throat, putting him on his knees.

Derek’s cock throbbed in his grip as he fantasized about Chimera’s other hand tearing his clothes to shreds, and about being forced to his knees as his arms were tied behind his back.

His mouth watered as he imagined Chimera’s cock bobbing in front of his face, looming over his head like a Sword of Damocles. He arched his spine and spread his legs, his body heating up as he considered just how heady and intoxicating the musk of Chimera’s fat cock must be.

Derek’s hand flew up and down his cock with such urgency it blurred. He imagined a valiant last stand, his cock surging to full hardness as he sheathed his dick in a club of water. He imagined putting up a fight, and then losing anyway, getting his powers turned against him.

In his mind’s eye, he saw himself getting riddled with those darts. He saw dozens of glowing purple phials emptied into his body, the wave of resultant arousal so powerful it pulverized his mind.

Derek panted as he imagined himself losing control of his powers. He saw the water club wrapped around his cock melt away, in its place a dildo made of water aiming right at his hole.

He spread his legs wider, pushing his ass into the air as he fantasized about falling on all fours in front of Chimera as his own powers fucked him. He imagined Chimera taking advantage of his other hole, plunging that fat hog down his throat to spitroast him.

In the world of his imagination, Derek was reduced from a hero to a pair of holes. A slut. A fucktoy. His breath hitched in his throat. His toes curled. He didn’t understand why this was such a turn-on, but it got him so, so close to the edge.

Derek was supposed to be a hero, so why was he getting off on the idea of being a fallen one? Why did his cock throb at the thought of being debased and turned into little more than a warm fuckhole by a criminal mastermind?

He came hard. Rope after rope of cum shot out of him, splattering against the floor. His eyes rolled back into his head. His toes curled. Pleasure obliterated his thoughts.

Derek was fucked. His family was fucked. With the strength deserting his limbs, he collapsed on top of the mess that he’d made, the puddle of cum feeling amazing on his skin.

His body moved on its own. He rubbed himself against the streams of cum on the floor, spreading it all over his chest and stomach. In his mind, he imagined his brothers and his dad falling to the same fate eventually, and somehow, for some reason, that thought made him rock hard.