Things had taken a rather severe turn since Derek’s encounter with Chimera. He was still feeling the effects of the hit he’d taken. If anything, they were only getting worse. He’d been so horny these past few days that he could barely think rationally.

His cock had barely gone down since then. He’d jerked off to the point that his dick felt raw, but he was still so fucking horny. He had no idea what was going on, but he was certain it had something to do with the glowing purple substance that had been injected into him.

Whatever that stuff was, it was lingering in Derek’s body. He was an esper with an enhanced healing factor, though. Sure, he didn’t recover from injury or sickness quite as fast as Marcus did, but his body should have metabolized anything that was in that injection by now.

Derek was as horny as ever, if not hornier. It was all but impossible to think of anything besides sex. It was definitely not normal, and whatever drug had been pumped into his system had clearly raised his baseline level of arousal to the point that it was impossible to ignore or shut out.

His room stank to high heaven. It was filled with the smell of musk, cum, sweat, and sex, even though the only person who’d been in there the whole time was him. It was rank, if he was being honest, disgusting, filthy, and perverse in the worst sense. But it was also so fucking hot.

Derek didn’t know why the smell turned him on so much. He was supposed to be a clean guy. He thrived on rules and structure. Tidying his room was a relaxing, meditative experience that he undertook at least once a week, and yet, it had been days since the last time he even put anything away properly.

His room was a proper mess. Dirty clothes were strewn across the floor, most of them crusty since he’d been using them as cum rags to wipe his body off. Some of the underwear he’d purposely spread out to spew cum all over, possessed by some urge that he never could quite figure out in the rare moments of lucidity that came to him.

For the last few days, Derek had been living like a total slob. His safe space looked like a pigsty. It should have irritated him to no end, pushed him to tidy up, but instead the sight of the disaster in his room made his cock so godsdamned hard.

The funny thing was, Derek was pretty sure that he was acting his age for the first time in his life. Maybe the compulsive masturbating wasn’t part of that, but he’d seen fratboys’ rooms in some of the amateur gay porn videos that he’d been bingeing over the past few days, and his current surroundings looked very similar.

Derek didn’t think that this was what Trevor had meant when he said he wanted Derek to enjoy his youth, but at least a part of him hoped so. He wasn’t sure why, but there was a strange comfort—a weird sense of liberation—living in all the disorder.

Maybe that was the essence of what Trevor wanted Derek to recapture. For the longest time, their family had been stuck in survival mode. It had been such hard work just keeping their heads above water that it felt like the slightest lapse in judgment would bring the whole façade crumbling down, but clearly that wasn’t the case anymore.

Derek had been stuck in his room for days, beating his meat. The only times he’d gone out, with a hard cock stuffed clumsily into underwear that may or may not have gone crusty, were to eat or use the toilet.

It was a weird thing to admit, but Derek genuinely couldn’t think of any other time when he’d done something purely for himself. It was kind of sad, really, and definitely pathetic, but an entirely different sort of pathetic to the compulsive masturbation he’d been engaged in over the past couple of days.

The clarity was, as always, short-lived. Soon, Derek was nursing another hard-on. He had to bite back a moan, his fingers curling around his crumpled sheets as he tried and failed to ignore the swelling erection between his legs.

In an effort to stave off what he knew was coming, he played with his nipples instead. It was a vain effort. The stimulation went straight to his cock, his nipples tingling as he tugged, tweaked, and pinched the sensitive little nubs.

A glob of pre-cum beaded on the tip of Derek’s hard cock as his mind wandered back to his adult class. He remembered how they’d toyed with his body, how they’d molested his chest and played with his ass.

Derek tilted his head and moaned as he sank deeper into his fantasies. Once again, he was back on the streets, fighting crime as a proper hero, but using his erect cock wrapped in water as a weapon.

Before his encounter with Chimera, he’d always imagined himself victorious at the end of these fantasies. More and more these days, he fantasized about losing. He imagined his powers suddenly running rampant, his hole getting fucked with water dildos as criminals with all their dastardly evil plans for him took him down.

Derek tried to fight it. He forced his hands away from his nipples, clutching at the sheets as if they would somehow magically cure him of the pulsing, insistent need between his legs.

He’d gone too far. His fantasies were untenable. They plagued his mind at nearly every waking moment, and he couldn’t help but wonder how he was supposed to effectively keep his community safe when he was fantasizing about being beaten down and getting his powers turned against him.

That was the worst part. Derek wasn’t just imagining the villains defeating him in righteous combat; he was fantasizing about them turning his powers against him. He was getting hard to thoughts of losing control of abilities that had defined his vigilante identity from the moment he learned how to use them.

How long was it going to take before Derek wasn’t just fantasizing about villains wresting control of his powers and using them against him, but also turning those powers on the very people he had sworn to protect? Shit. Just thinking about the possibility of sinking so deep that he got to that point was making his cock throb.

It wasn’t good. Derek needed advice from Trevor now more than ever, because things were getting bad. He couldn’t even think about confronting Chimera again because the mere notion had him fantasizing about the criminal’s cock.

When Derek considered what he might do if he had another run-in with Chimera, the thought of fighting didn’t even cross his mind. His usual strategizing and contingency-planning went right out the window.

The only thing Derek could picture, as it related to Chimera, was falling to his knees, defeated. He fantasized about getting to see the full glory of that python he’d seen snaking down the leg of Chimera’s suit. He jerked off at the thought of gargling that fat cock, and that was not good.

Derek liked to think that he was an objective, reasonable person, but his thoughts and feelings were all twisted and knotted up. Little wonder, given everything he’d experienced so far. He barely even knew who he was anymore.

He was still convinced he was straight, but less and less with every passing day. He could only stubbornly deny the evidence for so long, after all, and part of being a reasonable person meant accepting the possibility that maybe he just wasn’t as straight as he thought he was.

So much was in flux that Derek couldn’t feel certain about a great many things, but one thing he knew for sure was this: he desired Chimera. He didn’t know why, but on a primal, fundamental, and he hoped purely carnal level, the thought of Chimera made his blood run hot.

It went beyond sexuality, if Derek was being honest. He was sure he would one day find a reason for why it suddenly felt like he was having a gay awakening at 25 when he’d not had a single inkling of it before. Chimera had nothing to do with that. He just wanted the criminal for reasons that were completely beyond his understanding.

It wasn’t good. Derek had never had to deal with these kinds of feelings before. He wanted to think that he could keep his head in the game when it got down to the wire, but he didn’t know for certain. Was he really going to be able to fight someone he was this hot for? It was an open question.

That wasn’t the main problem, though. They needed to fix whatever was wrong with their family. Even if he wasn’t able to get it together, Trevor or his brothers would normally be able to step in and pick up his slack. Normally. He wasn’t so sure that would happen if things kept going the way they were.

Derek made up his mind. He was going to talk to Trevor today. It didn’t matter if Pete was around. Part of being family was having the ability to sit down and talk, whatever the circumstances were.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, though, his cock throbbed. His nipples tingled as if someone were playing with them. At first, he thought it was just a phantom sensation, a fantasy concocted by his horny brain, but it was way too realistic to be a figment of his imagination.

Looking down, Derek realized with a start that he was playing with his nipples. Well, not exactly. His powers were playing with his nipples. Somehow, his hydrokinesis had activated all on its own, gathering the sweat that was clinging to his skin into a pair of tendrils that were, at this point, lightly teasing his nipples.

Those sweat-tendrils weren’t being very light-handed, either. They were rubbing, twisting, and tugging at Derek’s nipples. If there was one thing that was positive about having spent the last couple of days in a relentlessly horny, obsessively masturbatory stupor, it was that he had learned a lot about what he enjoyed doing to his body, and now his powers were turning that knowledge against him.

Derek tilted his head back and moaned. Fuck, he couldn’t help but think to himself, his cock jumping and twitching between his legs, drooling a strand of pre-cum onto his pubic mound.

Deep down, he was terrified. He’d never lost control of his powers like this before. He’d only ever used them in a conscious capacity. He wasn’t even sure how it was possible that they were acting out all on their own.

Derek almost had to laugh. Of course, just as soon as he started worrying about his fantasies and how they might affect his performance in the real world, this happened. It was as if the universe were playing a cruel prank on him.

It had to be the fault of his own subconscious. He’d brought the idea into the world, convinced at least a small part of him that it would feel so fucking great if his powers got away from him, and the monkey’s paw had curled.

Derek had had enough. He needed to take back control. If not for his sake, then for the sake of his brothers. Of his father.

It took nearly every ounce of willpower that he had left, but he jumped out of bed and brushed his hands down the front of his body. With one smooth motion, he flicked all the sweat off his torso onto the ground, but barely a moment later, he saw it start to pool again.

The spatters of sweat and the scattered droplets on the floor flowed together as if by magnetism. They gathered into larger blobs and rivulets that fed into even larger blobs. It would have been fascinating to watch, were the implications not terrifying.

Derek took a breath. He tried not to panic. He was good at that. Or at least, he used to be good at that. Gods. He could hardly tell anymore. Mustering every bit of focus that he could, he fought to suppress his powers.

A strange sort of tension built inside him, his conscious and unconscious mind playing tug of war on his abilities. It was tough, the effort alone enough to make him sweat, but martial arts were as much about conquering one’s inner demons as they were about learning how to fight, and in the end, he just barely managed to eke out a victory.

Somehow, Derek knew that the war was far from over. The temptation would return again, and if he had to guess, it would be back sooner than he imagined. Until then, he had to do something to resolve his situation, else he wasn’t sure he would have the mental fortitude to withstand it again.

Without bothering to get dressed or get decent, Derek left his room, still naked, still hard, still dripping pre-cum off the tip of his stiff cock that was bobbing between his legs with every step. It was obscene and unthinkable that he was walking around the house like this, but he couldn’t wait.

Every moment was vital. Maybe Derek was being pessimistic, but he didn’t think it was even a matter of if his powers would act up again. It was only a matter of time; he was sure.

Derek shivered at the thought. He imagined himself making it just short of Trevor’s room. He imagined his powers activating, drawing water from his sweat and the moisture in the air. He imagined a pair of water hands grabbing him by the hips, a thick, juicy water cock ramming inside him to pin him against the wall before he could go any further.

His cock pulsed. He’d decided that the encounter with his adult class hadn’t counted, if only to spare his dignity, but now his mind had conjured up an even more humiliating, degrading scenario. He couldn’t imagine the shame of living the rest of his life knowing that his own powers had taken his virginity.

“Fuck,” Derek muttered under his breath, needing to lean against a nearby wall as his cock throbbed. For someone whose entire identity as a hero was his ability to control his powers to the extent that he could shape water into the form of any of the dozens of weapons he knew how to wield, having those very same powers wrested from his grasp and getting deflowered by them seemed like the ultimate humiliation.

The prospect made him harder than he was willing to admit. It was such a filthy, perverse notion, but that was the very thing that made it so fucking hot.

Sure enough, the moment he imagined the scenario, his powers slipped from his grasp. He was able to suppress the activation, even though a part of himself, which he insisted was smaller than it really was, wanted the scenario to play out exactly as he had it in his head.

Derek pushed off of the wall with his knuckles and steadied his breath. He made his way to Trevor’s room with purpose and knocked. “Dad!” he said, “We need to talk!”

Without even waiting for a response, he turned the knob and opened the door. He walked in and froze, his eyes going wide at the sight that greeted him. His cock pulsed and throbbed, leaking a glistening strand of pre-cum all the way to the floor as if to betray how he truly felt about what he was seeing.

Trevor and Peter were in bed, both of them facing the door. Trevor had been folded in half, his legs raised in the air with Peter’s arms hooked under the knees to pull them wide apart. Peter’s hands were locked behind Trevor’s head, pinning him in a full Nelson, which gave Tristan front-row seats to Peter’s big black dick plunging in and out of his dad’s fucked-open hole.

Derek’s cheeks burned. It took every ounce of strength he had to tear his eyes away from the scene. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to stay, to watch, but he turned right around, walked out, and slammed the door behind him.

“Wait, Derek, come back!” Trevor’s voice called out from inside. “If it’s urgent, we can stop for a bit. It’s fine!”

Derek leaned against the door with a thud, the top of his head hitting the wood as he tilted his head back. “I-it isn’t urgent, Dad,” he said almost breathlessly before tilting forward to look at the hardest, most raging erection he’d ever had in his life. “I-it can wait…” he mumbled, his fingers already wrapped around his shaft before he could even stop himself.

---

Derek hoped that Trevor and Peter would wrap up soon, but it didn’t look like that was going to be the case. He was starting to regret saying that the matter could wait, but at the same time, he didn’t really want them to stop.

It had been minutes and he was still leaning against the door. He was just there in the corridor, naked from head to toe. He had one hand on his cock, while the other was playing with his nipples.

Derek’s superhuman hearing made sure he heard everything, too. Every quiet vocalization, every whine, grunt, and moan. His face flushed redder and redder with every lewd wet slap of Peter’s hips slamming into Trevor’s.

He tried to suppress his moans. He didn’t want to let on that he was outside, eavesdropping. At the same time, though, part of him wanted Trevor to know he was just outside. Part of him wanted Trevor to hear exactly what kind of effect he was having on him.

Derek wasn’t even sure what sort of reaction, exactly, he was hoping for. Guilt, maybe. Trevor’s behavior was having an effect on the family—on him. He was having fantasies about his own adoptive father, and Trevor wasn’t doing anything about it.

It was perverse. Wrong. Derek wasn’t supposed to be acting this way. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking this way. He should have been happy for Trevor, since by all accounts, their dad deserved it.

Derek simply couldn’t help the way he felt. He didn’t want to point fingers, especially when he knew that he wasn’t exactly in the best headspace to be thinking rationally, but he felt in his gut that this was all Trevor’s fault, and he hated that he did. It made him feel as if he were a bad son—as if he were begrudging his dad his happiness.

It wasn’t just guilt that Derek wanted out of his dad, though. Part of him wanted to see even the slightest hint of shame out of Trevor.

That part of Derek wanted Trevor to know that he was aware of Trevor’s perversions. That he knew that Trevor had been bitched out, turned into a slut, a whore, a total faggot for Peter’s monstrous cunt-buster of a cock.

As much as he tried to deny it, part of Derek felt contempt for what Trevor had become. Not necessarily because his dad was with another man and taking it up the ass, but because of how Trevor had been acting since meeting Peter.

Trevor was the one man that Derek had looked up to all his life. Trevor was his hero. His savior. Not once could he have imagined that he would one day have to witness his own dad walking around like a skank.

Maybe he was being uncharitable, but Derek couldn’t help but feel like the entire relationship was borne out of Trevor being more weak-willed than Derek thought. There seemed to be no other rational explanation.

Derek could not otherwise reconcile the image he used to have of his father with the image that now haunted his dreams and fantasies. The Trevor he looked up to would have never allowed himself to get turned out so easily, would have never turned into a cum-guzzling cock-hole.

The Trevor that Derek had seen as his rock and guiding star all his life had had principles and would have known that he had a reputation to uphold and people to protect. The new Trevor didn’t seem very interested in those latter things, and was a lot more eager to indulge personal whims than before.

Despite all that, Derek did still admire his dad. Trevor wasn’t the only one who had fallen, after all. As twisted as it was, Derek himself had come a long way from the person he used to be.

Derek had witnessed what had become of his father firsthand just a scant few minutes ago. He should have immediately raised the alarm, refused to accept that his dad would ever consent to being bounced on the fat cock of a young guy half his age. Instead, here he was in the corridor outside, leaning against the door while playing with himself, straining his ear to hear what else was going on inside the room.

The contempt that Derek felt wasn’t because he hated what Trevor had become, but rather because he and Trevor had always done things together. They’d always been a team. Deep down, part of Derek had always striven to follow in Trevor’s footsteps and consequently, that side of him felt betrayed that Trevor hadn’t dragged him down with him.

The sharp sound of a phone alarm going off jolted Derek out of his reverie. He realized after a moment that it was coming from his room, and he bolted.

Derek’s eyes widened. He’d lost track of time. His first class was about to come in at any moment. He wasn’t exactly decent, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to get ready in what little time he had left. It would have been so much easier just to ditch the class and not have to deal with any of it, but his damnable sense of duty was too strong to let it go.

Reluctantly, Derek got himself dressed. He stuffed his stiff cock in his pants as best as he could, only hoping that it wouldn’t be too obvious and that it wouldn’t win free to tent out the front of his pants at an inopportune moment.

With that, Derek donned his gi and headed downstairs.

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Derek had one class left, and he felt a lot more drained than he usually would have been. It had been a long day, but, truth be told, he’d been glad for the distraction.

Needing to focus on work had made sure that he was able to keep his mind off his horniness, but it had still been a struggle. He’d had to dash to the bathroom a couple of times though—usually in between his classes.

The image Derek had of his dad being bounced bodily on Peter’s gigantic cock while pinned in a full Nelson hold was living rent-free in his head. It had been seared into his mind, and he kept going back to it whenever he had a spare moment.

It never failed to make Derek hard, especially whenever he imagined his dad getting fucked hard. Fuck. He couldn’t stop jerking off to the memory.

Thankfully, a faint chime distracted Derek from his thoughts. It was time for his advanced class. Truth be told, he wasn’t looking forward to this meeting considering the circumstances of the last time they’d seen each other, but it was a lot better of a choice than repeatedly fantasizing about his dad getting cored out by another man around his age.

Sven and the other boys in the advanced class walked in a few minutes later. They were rather subdued this time, the youthful bravado replaced by a more remorseful, anxious posture.

Much as Derek hated to see his students so depressed, given everything, it was appropriate for them to be walking into the dojo looking so cowed. He said nothing as he watched them shuffle in and take their positions, and he stayed silent for a while longer after that, allowing the silence to stretch on uncomfortably before deciding to put them out of their misery and speak first. “The first thing I want to know is whether you’re all okay.”

Sven nodded. He’d always been a good kid, but he was particularly meek today. “We’re all fine, Teacher,” he said. “No one’s injured besides bruised egos, I suppose, but we’re all okay. Thanks to you.”

“That’s good,” said Derek. It was a relief, to be honest. He’d expected the answer, but it was still good to hear said out loud. “Both the fact that no one’s hurt, and, well, the fact that you’ve been humbled. Bruised egos are good for the soul. As long as you realize what you did wrong, it’ll help you grow as a person.”

“We’re sorry,” said Sven. The others nodded. “We didn’t think things were going to escalate this far. We… We just wanted to do our part. To keep the community clean. To protect everyone here.”

“That’s not your responsibility!” said Derek. It may have come out harsher than he intended, given the way that all the boys flinched, but he wasn’t going to take it back. “You’re young. You’re inexperienced. You don’t even have proper suits. You looked like a gaggle of budget cosplayers, and you’re just lucky that no one managed to find out your identities!”

Derek had meant to take a gentler tack when it came to his students, but once he got started, all the bottled-up anxiety came spilling out. “If you guys keep up this amateurish operation of yours, you’re going to get yourselves in trouble. The sort of trouble that I won’t be able to help you with. You need to stop!”

He took a breath. It was difficult talking to them like this, but it was necessary. These were the truths they needed to hear. “Me, my dad, and my brothers are enough to protect this neighborhood. We don’t want anyone else to get involved in this life. We’re fighting so hard so that all of you can live normal lives, not so you can follow us into danger!”

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “You guys are young. You have your whole futures ahead of you. That’s what you need to be focused on. Applying to colleges. Applying for scholarships. Martial arts might be a way of life, but they’re not a career—not for most people, anyway.”

He looked each of the boys in the eyes. “You guys need to start planning your lives because I won’t let you throw your futures away.”

Sven took a breath. Then, he looked up to meet Derek’s gaze. “No,” he said. “With all due respect, Teacher, we all know the kind of burden that’s on your shoulders. That’s on the Chan family’s shoulders. How could we stand on the sidelines when we know we can do something to help? Why should we?”

Derek frowned. “Look, we don’t like to bring it up because it makes us sound arrogant, but we’re special. We have abilities you guys will never have. We’re stronger. Faster. We can take more hits. We can recover quicker… We’re built for the job we do and we’ve trained to do it for many years.”

“We still want to help, Teacher!” Sven insisted. The others agreed. It was clear they weren’t going to let this go. “We’re done just standing by and watching things happen. We want to help, Teacher, so we’re going to. One way or another. Whether you want us to or not.”

“You do know that you’re only going to be getting in the way if you insist, right?” said Derek flatly. “We’ll defeat Chimera and set things right, but what would you do if another one like him comes along? How are we supposed to fight at our best when we have to try and protect you, too?”

The boys shifted uncomfortably. They had no answer. The determination in their eyes, however, remained unchanged.

Derek sighed. “Alright,” he said. He needed to give them something if they were so set on this. Peter had had a point in the end. He couldn’t just tell them no, because they were just going to learn how to hide their activities from him better. “You guys can do patrol.”

The boys’ expressions lit up.

“You have my contact information. If you spot anything suspicious, call me. Do not engage, do you understand?” said Derek. "You talk to me. You don’t pick fights. Promise me that. No more recklessness. No more risking the bright futures ahead of you!”

The boys looked at each other, sharing meaningful glances among themselves as they considered Derek’s compromise. “Alright, Teacher,” he said. “We promise. We won’t pick fights. We’ll patrol. But on one condition.”

Derek had anticipated the possibility the boys would ask for something in return, but he’d hoped that they wouldn’t. “What’s that?”

“If your family ever needs help, please call us. We know we’re not as special as you guys—to use your words—but we’re still good fighters. Let us contribute at least a little bit. If it’s safe for us.”

Derek took a breath. Well, he couldn’t exactly decline when the boys were being so reasonable. “Alright,” he said. “I can promise that much. One thing I want to know, though: why did you pick a fight with a street vendor? I know you guys are smart enough not to be doing that shit without a good reason, so why?”

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Derek scratched at his collar. He was feeling itchy. He could scarcely believe it, but he’d gotten so used to being naked at home—or near enough to naked—that being clothed felt… uncomfortable.

He was trying his best not to succumb to the urge to take at least his shirt off, but it was difficult. It didn’t feel like he was wearing a comfortable cotton crewneck, but rather a scratchy potato sack. Still, he had to endure. It was important.

Derek had sent a message to the family group chat a couple of hours back, calling for a family meeting. He’d also specified that everyone needed to come in fully clothed, which was an absurd thing to say, but perhaps even more unbelievable was the fact that the only way he could be sure no one showed up naked was by being explicit about it.’

He’d also had to tell Trevor not to bring Peter. Not that he had anything against Peter—he was glad his dad had found someone. Peter seemed like a good enough guy, and if he was being honest, which Derek was loath to be when it came to this matter, part of him felt a bit envious that Trevor was getting regularly dicked down by a monster hog.

Fuck. Derek couldn’t help but groan. The mere thought of the massive dong between Peter’s legs was enough to get Derek chubbed up. He tried to ignore it, but it was difficult. More than that, it felt almost impossible.

Despite himself, Derek couldn’t help but reach between his legs, rubbing his cock through his pants under the table. He was just trying to get some relief from the wave of horniness that had just washed over him.

The main reason Derek hadn’t wanted Peter over was that they couldn’t have a civilian sitting in on their meeting. They were going to be talking about esper stuff, and the family’s vigilante business. There simply wasn’t any space for a near-total stranger.

Since it was almost time for the meeting, Derek expected everyone else to start showing up before long. Leo was the first to arrive. He was dressed pretty normally, but as soon as he sat down, Derek picked up on a pretty loud rumbling and rattling as something vibrated against the wood of the chair that Leo had taken.

Derek tried to tune the sound out, but it wasn’t exactly easy to ignore. His cock twitched. It didn’t take a genius to guess that a vibrating plug was lodged in his younger brother’s ass.

It was fucking hot. Derek hated that that was the first thought that came to mind instead of, “I can’t believe Leo is wearing something so inappropriate to a family meeting,” but it was what it was. He couldn’t help himself.

The worst part was that Derek could hear the buzzing patterns change. There wasn’t any real rhyme or reason to the changes, which suggested that the plug wasn’t just running through a pre-set program, but that it was actively being controlled by someone else.

It was such a distraction that Derek was of half a mind to confront Leo. In part because it was inappropriate, but mostly because he wasn’t sure he could concentrate while thinking of a Bluetooth plug nestled between his youngest brother’s ass cheeks. Fuck. Put like that, it was even hotter.

It didn’t even matter that it was filthy, perverse, and immoral that Derek was thinking of his brother in such a way. It was exactly the fact that it was taboo that made it hot, which was a mind-fuck.

That he wasn’t even really having a problem with Leo having a vibrator up his ass for a family meeting but rather the fact that it was making him too horny to concentrate was just further proof of how far Derek had fallen. A scant few weeks ago, he would have never countenanced such thoughts. At this point, though, it was just easier to let the thoughts be. He was tired of fighting them.

Before Derek could actually ask Leo to take the plug out, however, Tristan came up the stairs. He was dressed, but not very well. His eyes were a bit glassy. His hair was a mess. The clothes were askew on his body, making it look like he’d gotten dressed in a great hurry. There was still even a streak of spit trailing out of the corner of his mouth.

Marcus arrived soon after. He looked fucked up, grinning from ear to ear and eyes practically sparkling but entirely unfocused. His irises were purple, which Derek couldn’t imagine was natural, either.

The short shorts and crop top didn’t hide much of Marcus’ toned physique. The shorts, in particular, were so tight that the obscene bulge of Marcus’ erection was made more prominent, rather than less.

Derek fought down the urge to moan as his cock pulsed and throbbed right next to his thigh. Even though his brothers had, more or less, complied with his request to come fully dressed, they’d still managed to show up looking like a gaggle of sluts.

Mustering every ounce of willpower that he could, Derek forced his hand away from his cock. The sexual tension in the air was so thick he could have taken a knife to cut through it, and consequently, he felt like he might blow his load if he touched himself any more.

Derek placed his hands on top of the table and made a conscious effort to keep them there. It was just in time, too, as Trevor was the last to show up.

Compared with recent outfits, Trevor was dressed rather normally, for once. Sure, he was still showing a lot more skin than he used to, but this time instead of a crop top and short shorts like Marcus was wearing, Trevor had a Y-back stringer tank top with very low cut sides that showed off his rippling obliques and wide lats, and a pair of grey sweatpants.

The outfit seemed almost respectable. Almost. The catch was that Trevor didn’t look like he was wearing anything under his sweatpants. He was half hard, and the fabric was heavy enough that it draped over his cock, showing off the outline of his partial erection.

Derek couldn’t help but stare. Anything he might have wanted to say stuck in his throat as his mouth ran dry. His asshole twitched, his entire body flushing with arousal.

It took Trevor sitting down and obscuring his half-chub under the table to shake Derek from his stupor. “R-right.” Derek swallowed audibly, tearing his gaze away from Trevor with no small bit of reluctance to look around the table at everyone. “I’m sure you’re all curious about why I called you here.”

Derek took a breath, pushing aside the insistent need pulsing between his legs. “Something’s come to my attention, and we need to address it as soon as possible. There’s a new drug going around on the streets. People call it VNM. It’s highly aphrodisiacal, and while there’s no indication that it’s addictive, people are getting hooked on the sensation of having sex while high on the stuff, and that means it’s spreading like wildfire.”

He looked around the table once more and continued. “I’m sure everyone’s noticed how weird things have been here at home. Everyone’s been hornier than usual, right? We’re having weird desires? Desires we never used to have?”

A couple of looks were exchanged between everyone before they quietly murmured their agreement. It was weird, but Derek thought nothing of it. “I’ve been there too. But clearly, you guys have been having the worst of it. And I think I know why that is.”

Trevor leaned forward. He looked at Derek, something inscrutable in his eyes as he quirked an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I was the only one that didn’t get poisoned by Chimera,” said Derek. “I think you guys were poisoned either by a prototype of VNM or a more potent version that was designed to work on espers.”

The moment Derek mentioned Chimera, there was a palpable shift in the atmosphere. Everyone blushed—he did too, but he was paying closer attention to the men in his family—and they were all tinged in various shades of pink.

Leo was clearly biting back a moan. Tristan was shifting in his seat. Marcus, for his part, was openly playing with his nipples through his crop top—the fucking slut—while Trevor had his lips parted and was panting while his eyes slowly glazed over.

Derek knew it. He’d suspected but had hoped that he was wrong, but seeing how the others reacted made it abundantly clear that he had been right. “Chimera’s gotten to all of you,” he said. “I don’t know how, but I can guess why. He wants us out of the way so that no one cockblocks his burgeoning drug-fueled empire.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Marcus all but moaned. He hadn’t stopped toying with his nipples and had even gone so far as to hike the bottom hem of his crop top up to expose them. “The stuff’s everywhere at the club these days. Everyone’s vaping. The air’s so thick with it, it’s like there’s a purple fog permanently lingering around the dance floor.”

Leo nodded in agreement. “It’s the same at the college.” The rattling of his plug against the chair reached a fever pitch, and he bit his lower lip to stifle a moan before continuing. “It’d be easier to count how many kids don’t have one of those vapes than how many do.”

Tristan licked his lips. He had one arm on the table. The other was underneath, and he was trying to be inconspicuous, but the movements of his shoulder gave away what he was really up to. “The local PD has been tracking the stuff, too, and it’s pretty much everywhere now.”

Having listened to all of these comments with his fingers pressed together against his lips, Trevor took a breath and said, “Clearly, Derek is right,” he said. “Chimera is behind all this.”

Trevor had no sooner said that name when the other three moaned.

“You guys need to get a grip,” said Derek, mostly because they clearly had a job to do, but also because hearing them react that way to the mere mention of Chimera’s name was making him envious.

Clearing his throat, Derek continued. “You guys are stronger than this. We’re supposed to be stronger than this. You can fight Chimera’s influence. I know you can.”

Derek wasn’t even sure if he’d intentionally said the name, but when the expected chorus of moans answered, he had to fight the urge to join them. He had to wonder if this was an effect of the initial poisoning or if Chimera had gotten to his family in the time since.

It was a terrifying question to ponder as he sat at a table with the most important men in his life. He’d not considered the possibility that they had all already fallen, nor had he anticipated that the prospect would get him so bricked up he was struggling to focus and continue the meeting.

Derek had no choice. One arm slipped under the table, his hand rubbing up and down along the length of the cock print his erection was making against the side of his leg. “W-we need to stop Chimera,” he said, his voice unsteady at the start as he stifled a moan. “This… Nngh… This is only going to get worse, so we need to make sure this place we’ve been protecting for so long doesn’t turn into one giant drug den.”

Trevor nodded in agreement. “You’re absolutely right, of course,” he said. “You’re such a smart boy, Derek. You’ve never failed to make me proud. But the fact is, we can’t fight Chimera while we’re like this.”

Derek looked at Trevor. “What do you mean?” he said.

Trevor cast a pointed glance at the other three. “Just look at us, Derek. We’re all way too horny. Just the thought of Chimera makes us weak in the legs. We’ll end up being easy pickings if the man himself shows up with that massive hog he calls a cock…”

Derek shuddered at his father’s words. Not out of revulsion at the fact that his adoptive dad was using such crass, vulgar language right in front of him—and about his younger brothers, at that—but because Trevor had evoked his memories of the lump in Chimera’s pants. “I-I guess that’s fair,” he stammered, trying not to drool as he thought about how juicy and delicious the outline of Chimera’s cock had looked.

“We need to make ourselves immune,” said Trevor. Then, he bared his teeth in a wide grin. “And it so happens that I think I have something for just such an occasion.”

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Derek wasn’t so sure about this ritual that Trevor had proposed. It didn’t quite sit right with him, but if it worked, if it successfully rendered their family immune to Chimera’s influence, it was going to be worth it.

The details of the ritual seemed more indulgent than anything else, which was the main point that Derek had a bit of a problem with. He wasn’t even exactly sure where Trevor had found the ritual.

According to Trevor, the ritual was ancient. It had come from an age long before the first espers were even created. It was supposed to stave off lust and quell heart demons—to protect from practitioners of martial arts that bewitched and charmed.

Derek would have thought that a ritual so old and so important would have been written down somewhere, but it certainly wasn’t in the small library of martial arts texts that they kept at the dojo. He would have remembered a ritual this distinctive if he’d ever come across it before.

“Are you ready?” said Trevor.

Derek nodded. He was to help Trevor get the space ready for the ritual they were about to undertake. The others had been sent back to their rooms, tasked with cultivating a headspace of heightened arousal—an important part of the ritual, allegedly.

He wasn’t exempt either. He was supposed to meditate and focus on his arousal, on the pleasures of his body, and the things that turned him on, but all of that while also helping Trevor with the set-up.

The funny thing was—or maybe it was the disturbing thing—Derek was increasingly having trouble distinguishing between the two. Derek didn’t think it would be all that difficult to put himself into a state of heightened arousal. All he had to do was look at Trevor.

Derek’s gaze raked over his dad’s impressive physique: the rounded delts, the thick traps. He licked his lips as he took in the bulging biceps, his eyes tracing the line of the veins that continued down to Trevor’s sculpted forearms.

He was hard as a rock in an instant, and that was to say nothing of the effect that thinking about Trevor bent over and taking Peter’s fat cock was having on him. Fuck. He felt ready to explode, and he was pretty sure that if he wasn’t careful, that if Trevor accidentally touched him in the wrong way, he would.

Derek wasn’t the only one with a massive hard-on, though. Trevor’s arousal was made readily apparent by his choice of bottoms and the fact that he’d chosen to go commando. The front of his sweatpants was tented out to an extent that could only be described as obscene, and at the very tip was a dark spot that was only growing with every movement.

After staring at his father’s junk for what must have been way too long, Derek went ahead and helped Trevor fold up the dining table to set it aside. It was awkward hauling the folded table along. The massive erections in their pants made it more of an awkward shuffle, but they did end up managing.

Once the table was put away, Trevor vanished. In the man of the house’s absence, Derek folded the chairs and set them aside. When Trevor returned, he had a set of singing bowls.

Derek was surprised to see the things. They hadn’t seen the light of day for a long time. Derek couldn’t even remember the last time any one of the brass bowls had been used, much less the whole set.

Trevor set the bowls down on the floor in a rough circle before taking a step back to admire his handiwork. He nudged one of the bowls closer toward its neighbor with his foot before nodding and saying, “Yeah, I think that should work. We’re almost ready. All that’s left is…”

Derek’s mouth ran dry as Trevor stripped.

Trevor reached for the bottom hem of his tank top, his forearms crossing just under his navel as he hooked his fingers under the fabric. He could have just shrugged off the shirt, but he made a production of it, slowly hiking his shirt up and gyrating his hips as he peeled it off his torso.

The tight, cobbled washboard of Trevor’s abs was soon exposed. Seeing the tight, firm pack of muscles made Derek’s breath catch in his throat. His first instinct was to surge forward, grab Trevor by the hips, and worshipfully run his tongue up and down along the sculpted muscles. Fortunately, he managed to suppress the urge.

Trevor kept going until the hem kissed the bottom of his impressive rack. The fabric seemed to catch on the dense slabs of muscle welded to his chest, but the hem soon won free with little more than a tug.

Then, and only then, with half of his tits hanging out past the bottom of his shirt did Trevor go the rest of the way, peeling off the tank top and casting it aside without a second look. As if the first part of the veritable striptease hadn’t been bad enough, Trevor then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants.

Derek gulped audibly.

Trevor caught his gaze and smirked, refusing to break eye contact for even a moment. He held Derek’s gaze even as he shimmied his pants down the leg, and Derek couldn’t stop staring into Trevor’s eyes the whole time.

The enchantment—because it had certainly felt like mind control of some sort—broke only when Trevor’s hard-on caught on the waistband of the sweats. Not that a mere elastic garter would have stopped Trevor at that point. The waistband stretched as Trevor worked the pants down his legs until, finally, Trevor’s stiff cock shifted and sprang free.

The waistband snapped against Trevor’s legs. His erection swung up, its arc traced by a trail of pre-cum flung from the tip of his dick.

No, Derek certainly didn’t need any help to get into a state of heightened arousal after watching that particular display. His dick had never been harder. Hell, it was nothing short of a miracle that he hadn’t already fallen to his knees in front of Trevor. The only thing that was stopping him was the small part of him stubbornly clinging to the hope that things might still be able to go back to normal after all of this.

Derek had his doubts. Too much had happened. Too much had been done. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how he was supposed to go back to thinking he was straight when these were the desires pumping through him because of his exposure to an aphrodisiac.

Trevor stepped out of his sweatpants while Derek was absorbed in his thoughts and kicked them off to the side. He toed off his shoes and socks, sending them after his sweatpants shortly thereafter.

Once he was naked, Trevor straightened up to his full height. He stood in the middle of the space with his chest puffed out and his cock sticking out ramrod straight from between his legs. “You should join me,” he said with a grin. “It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before, Derek.”

Derek’s breath caught in his throat. His cock pulsed and throbbed, his mind already swallowed up in a haze of burning lust. Part of him balked at the idea of getting naked in front of his father while he was in this sort of state, but his body moved before he could even stop himself.

His shirt was gone before he could even consciously think about what he was doing; his fingers were fumbling with the button on his pants. As soon as he’d popped open the button clasp, any pretense at restraint went out the window.

Derek stripped off in earnest, moaning under his breath as he cast his jeans aside. His cock bulged in his briefs, the front tenting out to the point that his shaft was visible through the gaps in the leg holes.

He pulled his briefs down, his breath catching at the same time that his cock head caught on the waistband. His stiff cock made a quiet thwap as it swung up and smacked against his body, leaving a smear of pre-cum as he pulled his briefs down the rest of the way.

Trevor made no secret of eyeing Derek up and down. “I’m impressed,” he said with a grin. “You’re not gonna have any trouble getting tail looking like this, buddy. If you ever loosen up enough to chase after tail.”

Derek blushed. Trevor wasn’t exactly wrong. He’d had plenty of time in recent days to reflect on his lack of a love life, and he’d come to the conclusion that he was his own biggest obstacle.

“It’s time to start,” said Trevor, his gaze pointedly fixed on Derek’s cock. “Boys! Make sure you come naked. I want to see hard-ons. You need to be as turned on as possible. I better not see anyone soft, or else I’m going to be very disappointed.”

Those words were such a departure from the person Derek had looked up to all these years. Trevor had always been sex-positive, but he’d always had a problem discussing sex openly. To hear him say these things was shocking.

Marcus was the first one to come into the dining room. He was grinning from ear to ear, his cock stiff and leaking, wagging from side to side as he walked in. His eyes were even glassier than before, his irises an even richer shade of purple.

Tristan was quick on Marcus’ heel. He wasn’t quite as proud of his erection as Marcus was, but he wasn’t trying to hide it, either.

Leo was the last to shuffle in. He was red in the face, his flush having spread down his neck and over his collarbones. He was followed by the sound of buzzing, the plug still buried in his ass, making his cock jump and twitch and throb, leaking copious globs of pre-cum to the floor.

Trevor stood back and looked over all four brothers, grinning. “I’m so proud of you guys,” he said, his fingers wrapping around the meat of his own cock as he started to stroke himself. “You’ve all grown into such strong, virile young men. Just look at those gorgeous cocks… If I were only a few years younger, well…”

Derek’s cock strained. Fuck. An image flitted through his head, one of Trevor on his knees in front of him, sucking him off. “F-fuck, Dad,” he moaned, fighting the urge to close his eyes and indulge the fantasy in his head.

“Right.” Trevor chuckled. “The ritual. As I explained, it’s going to keep our worst instincts under control. It’s going to make us immune to Chimera’s influence—for a short time, anyway.”

“A-are we supposed to meditate while we jerk off?” Derek said. Trevor had given him the gist of the ritual, but he was still unfamiliar with the specifics. “Is that what the bowls are for?”

Trevor laughed. “Meditation won’t work here, buddy,” he said. “There’s only one way we can become immune to lust. We need to empty ourselves out—milk ourselves dry. So that’s what we’re going to do. We’re each going to kneel in front of one of the bowls, and then we’re going to jerk off. And we’re going to keep going until we’ve milked every last drop of sludge out of our heavy balls.”

Derek couldn’t help but moan. He’d expected they would just go one round, maybe recite some sutras, and then circulate their qi in a way that would suppress their arousal for some time.

What Trevor had just outlined didn’t sound like a ritual at all, not one that came out of a martial arts manual, in any case. It sounded like the sort of self-indulgent, made-for-camera bullshit that Derek would have expected in porn.

Trevor’s “ritual” was perverse. Derek doubted it would be effective in the slightest. By all accounts, he should have called a stop to it right there. He should have questioned where, exactly, Trevor had found this alleged “ritual” and what, exactly Trevor’s motives were, but the part of him that demanded all these things wasn’t as big a part of him as it used to be.

Derek was already kneeling in front of his bowl. He already had one hand wrapped tight around his cock, the other braced against the floor past the bowl. He was moaning and jerking off, his voice joining the chorus as his brothers followed suit.

No. Looking around at the flushed faces on his brothers, on his dad, Derek didn’t think they would ever be able to come back from this. Even if they managed to get the VNM out of their system, even if they managed to take Chimera down, it would never change the things they’d done—the things they’d thought and fantasized about.

Derek panted and moaned, his hips pumping as his dick twitched in his grip. He had never imagined that it would come to this: his family having a circlejerk in the middle of the common space in their home.

It was so, so wrong, but Derek couldn’t deny that it was incredibly, indescribably hot, too. He wanted more. He needed more. Deep down, there was a part of him that was hoping they would fail so that they would never be able to recover from the VNM in their systems so that they could keep doing perverse shit like this.

The mere act of acknowledging that fact about himself was enough to send Derek over the edge. He moaned, lowing like a cow as he blasted his first load of the night into the copper bowl between his legs.

Derek’s orgasm hit with such force that every spurt made a quiet plink against the metal of the bowl. That was enough to set off a chain reaction. His brothers started coming the moment he did, their spurts plinking against the copper of their respective bowls.

He didn’t miss the opportunity to look around at the O-faces his family made. Seeing the unrestrained pleasure in his brothers’ expressions made his cock throb. He’d hardly come down from his orgasm and he was ready to go again.

Maybe it was the super stamina. Maybe it was the effect of whatever Chimera did to them. It didn’t matter. Derek’s cock was still dripping out the last dregs of cum from his first orgasm, and he was just as hard as when he started.

Looking to the side, Derek watched Trevor closely as he pumped his dick. Trevor took longer than all of them to come to orgasm, but boy was it a sight to see him build up to it.

Trevor’s chest heaved with every ragged breath, the thick muscular tits bouncing as Trevor moaned and thrust his hips into the ring of his fingers. Eventually, he came too, his load so copious that it put Derek and his brothers to shame. There was so much pumping out of Trevor’s fat cock that Derek could hardly believe what he was seeing.

It took Trevor only a moment to come down from the high of orgasm, and once he did, he looked at Derek and grinned. “You dry yet, Derek?” he said.

Derek shook his head. Far from it. If anything, his balls felt heavier than when they’d started.

Trevor laughed, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Keep going, son. All of you, keep going. We need to come and keep coming until we can’t come anymore. That’s the only way this is going to work! That’s the only way we’re going to be immune! We all need to literally milk every last drop of cum out of our balls, so just be ready. We’ll be here a while.”