Derek had no idea how much time had passed since they had begun. It must have been hours. It could only have been hours, and yet, he couldn’t be certain. He’d lost all sense of time a while ago, and that could have been mere minutes ago, for all he knew.

They were all still going. Derek had expected that the ritual would take, at most, an hour or two, but it was dark out now. He almost felt as if they were trapped, caught in a frenzy of their own lust and arousal.

Derek had never come this much, this often, or this hard. Never. He thought he would have run dry by now; there was no end to it. His balls still felt heavy and full. It was as if someone had replaced his nuts with a pair of bottomless cum wells that might never run dry.

He had shot over and over and over, his orgasms only becoming more forceful and more intense. Maybe it was just his imagination, but every time he shot off, it felt like he was spewing out more than the previous time. His loads were certainly thicker and creamier than he remembered them being when they started.

Derek didn’t know what to do. His bowl was starting to get full, and he was still fucking horny. A few orgasms more, and the damned thing would overflow, and he was all but certain that he had way more than just a couple of orgasms left.

He could see no way out. He felt stuck in a feedback loop. The hornier he got, the hornier his brothers got. The hornier his brothers got, the hornier Trevor got. The hornier Trevor got, the hornier he got.

It was relentless. Unstoppable. Inescapable. There might have been light at the end of the tunnel hours ago, but that may as well have been another life. Derek was sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss of lust, perversion, and depravity, and if this was what drowning felt like, he almost didn’t want to make it back to dry land.

He was worried too, of course. He hadn’t quite given up on the whole hero thing. Part of him still remembered the mission, the stakes. That was the part that was worried.

As he feverishly pumped his fist up and down the length of his dick, Derek wondered in the back of his mind if he and his family would ever be free of the ritual that they had started. He wondered if it would ever be finished, or if they would be trapped there forever.

It certainly seemed the latter was more likely. Derek could imagine it: him and his family spending the rest of their days jerking off in a circle, their bowls filling up until they overflowed and then soaked the floor in their cum. His cock even throbbed as he fantasized about it, about beating their dicks in a vain attempt to empty their balls out until they spent all their strength and just… keeled over in the middle of their living room.

A glob of pre-cum trickled down the backs of Derek’s fingers. What a way to go, he couldn’t help but think to himself as he imagined collapsing to the ground with his hand wrapped around his cock, not a single ounce of energy or vital force left in his body.

Fuck. It was such a morbid thought, but it made his cock so fucking hard. In the back of his mind, Derek couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this had been the plan all along. Maybe Chimera had known about the ritual, or had planted it somehow. That didn’t seem realistic, but Derek had no way to tell.

A fresh wave of arousal distracted Derek from his thoughts. He moaned, his naked body covered in a sheen of sweat, just like pretty much everyone else. He leaned forward over his bowl, one hand on his cock, the other toying with a nipple.

It didn’t take much to bring Derek right up to the edge again. Without even thinking about it, his hand flew up and down his length. His fingers were practically flying along the length of his shaft.

Derek spread his knees. He arched his spine. His asshole flexed and clenched, pulsing with the same rhythm as his cock while his balls pulled up against his body, churning a load that somehow, inexplicably, felt even bigger than before.

Just like the very first time he came for the ritual, Derek’s orgasm triggered another round from his brothers. One after the other, they shot their fresh loads into the bowls while he added to his own.

The lewd sound of fat wads splashing into the bowls was like nothing Derek had ever heard before. He was so hard. It was all so fucking hot. Mere moments after coming, he was ready and willing to go again—not that his erection had flagged even a bit since they started.

Whether to keep going wasn’t even a question in Derek’s mind. His hand was already moving on its own. His toes curled, a moan bubbling up out of his throat. His hand was so slick with pre-cum that it just glided up along his length.

Derek’s fingers brushed over his cock head, which was still so sensitive from his orgasm. The intensity of the sensation made his thighs wobble, and it was almost too much, but he couldn’t stop himself. He gritted his teeth, fighting down the moans and whimpers that threatened to spill out of him, but he couldn’t stop his legs from shaking, nor the sweat trickling down the side of his face. It felt so good it hurt.

---

Marcus was the first one to slip. Maybe it was the arousal. Maybe it was the desperation. Maybe it was the twisted, polluted flow of qi that surrounded them. Either way, Marcus was the first one to cross the line.

All their lives, Trevor had emphasized the need to be responsible with the use of their powers. They were given extraordinary gifts to serve their community, not to pursue selfish ends. Marcus was the first to violate the taboo.

Derek didn’t expect it when the vines suddenly sprouted under Marcus. He very nearly freaked out, every instinct and cell in his body screaming that they were under attack. The only thing that stopped him was a lack of willpower. He simply couldn’t bring himself to stop for long enough to address the threat.

Outwardly, Derek barely reacted. His eyes widened, but that was pretty much it. His hand didn’t leave his cock. His body refused to abandon the pleasure. He watched the vines lash against Marcus’ body, feeling as helpless as if he were the one that had been tied down.

Derek’s cock throbbed as the vines climbed up Marcus’ legs. They wrapped around Marcus’ limbs, stomach, and chest. Two tendrils toyed with Marcus’ nipples. A particularly thick one teased Marcus’ hole for a few moments before suddenly sliding inside him, eliciting a gasp. Another thick vine took advantage, squeezing past Marcus’ teeth to then slide down his gullet.

In an instant, Marcus was being spit-roasted by vines. They’d been produced by his powers, but it didn’t seem like he was in control. His hand was wrenched off his cock as the vines bound his arms and legs tight, lifting him up into mid-air to fuck him while he dangled there.

Another vine grabbed the bowl, raising it so that Marcus’ cock would still be aimed at it. Shortly thereafter, another vine wrapped around his shaft, squeezing and stroking him until he came. Hard.

Derek had watched tentacle porn, but this was different. It was better than any of those animated videos he’d watched. This was real life. Sure, Marcus was technically getting fucked by vines, but it was close enough, and fuck if it wasn’t so godsdamned hot.

Though reluctant, Derek tore his eyes away from Marcus when he noticed movement from Tristan. His timing was impeccable, too. Tristan had been staring wide-eyed in shock at what was happening to Marcus, but seeing someone cross the line proved to be enough of a push to send him off the cliff, too.

Tristan’s eyes glowed. His hand stopped on his cock as he controlled his breathing, sucking down great lungfuls of air before exhaling a blisteringly hot stream of air. Curls of steam rose from his body as his sweat boiled away. Then, his nipples and cock suddenly burst into flame.

The heat radiating from Tristan was palpable. It turned the living room into a sauna, though considering how humid the air was, it might have been closer to a steam room.

Sweat trickled down the side of Derek’s face, his cock straining as the heat made the smell of musk, sex, sweat, and cum in the air even thicker.

Tristan’s display was breathtaking. The way the flames lapped at his skin without harming him was almost enchanting. He wrapped his hand around his burning cock, the flames racing up his forearm.

After that, Tristan leaned back. He raised his legs in the air. He touched his free hand to the tip of his cock, setting his fingers on fire before reaching down past his taint to plunge those hot, hot digits into his hole.

Next to Tristan, Leo had started using his powers too. He was on all fours, both hands braced against the floor, his knees spread wide, his cock pointed straight at his bowl and the pool of cum inside it.

The plug that should have been firmly lodged in Leo’s asshole wasn’t. It was ramming in and out of his hole with little resistance, the surface of the rubber bulb coated in thick, viscous lube.

The plug was way bigger than Derek would have imagined. The neck was narrow. The base was flared but contoured to fit in Leo’s crack. The bulb, however, was the size of a fist and about half as long as Leo’s forearm.

In and out. In and out. The plug plunged into Leo’s asshole with lewd, wet noises that made Derek’s cock throb, though maybe “asshole” wasn’t the best word to describe Leo’s wrecked fuckhole. “Ass-cunt,” Derek couldn’t help but think, seemed way more appropriate in this case.

After watching Leo get railed by a gigantic butt plug for a minute or so, Derek turned his attention to Trevor. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Maybe a shred of sanity or dignity. Maybe even the slightest dreg of integrity.

It was Trevor who had always taught them to treat their powers carefully, with the same respect and reverence owed to something that was sacred. Trevor taught them to respect their powers and use them responsibly.

This wasn’t respect. It certainly wasn’t reverence. What Marcus, Tristan, and Leo were doing right now went entirely against everything Trevor had ever taught them. It was a perversion of the values they had, as a family, fought for and held dear for years, so even the slightest hint of anger would have been understandable.

Derek didn’t get his hopes up, though. He knew that Trevor had been turned out. Not that he could blame his dad. He’d seen Peter’s cock, and no small part of him was twisting with envy at the fact that his dad was getting dicked down by that veritable club of a cock on a regular basis.

Still, there was a part of him that couldn’t help but dream. He prayed that Trevor hadn’t fallen quite as far as him and his brothers. That Trevor was still holding on to some semblance of normality, to the tiniest possibility of returning everything to normal.

Derek needed to believe that Trevor wasn’t too far gone, because that was the only way things could ever be set right once the Chimera matter was settled. To his relief, the universe allowed him to think that not all hope was lost—for a short time, at least.

Reality turned out so much worse than Derek could have imagined. He’d thought that Trevor wasn’t using his powers because he didn’t see the flow of energy, but he should have looked closer.

Trevor was using his powers, but it was so much worse than that. Worse even than Marcus using his powers to get tentacle-raped.

Derek couldn’t help but gawk when he realized what was going on. Trevor was wearing a pair of nipple rings now that hadn’t been there before. There was a fine gold chain connecting them. A small weight hooked into one of the links dangled at roughly the midpoint of the chain.

Quiet moans spilled from Trevor’s lips as he pumped his cock. The motion of his arm didn’t just jostle his body, it also made his tits shake. That, in turn, swung the weight back and forth, the chain tugging at Trevor’s nipples as a result.

The reason Derek was so taken aback was that Trevor was doing something that Trevor shouldn’t have been able to do. Qi materialization—the ability for a martial artist to create matter out of nothing but qi—was as good as a myth, the realm of legendary martial artists from very long ago. It was supposed to be an ideal, an impossible goal to work toward.

Qi materialization was the first step on the path to the realm of the Supreme, and Trevor wasn’t supposed to be on that path. Derek knew better than anyone else in the family that Trevor had been struggling with the bottleneck in his cultivation for a very long time. The fact that he had touched the realm of the Supreme and told no one, only to turn around and use the single defining feature of that realm to get his rocks off was mind-boggling.

Derek’s cock throbbed. Maybe all that Trevor had needed to reach the next stage in his cultivation was getting his ass destroyed by a monster cock. The timing was just way too perfect.

Fuck. It was so fucking hot. It made him way too fucking horny. At the thought that Peter’s battering ram of a cock could have acted like a key to unlock the door to the next realm for Trevor, the arousal bubbling away in the pit of Derek’s belly turned into a raging wildfire that spread through his body.

The implications were mind-boggling. Through the haze of lust that smothered his thoughts, he wondered if, when he reached that same bottleneck, he would have to do the same thing. Fuck. The mere notion made his cock throb.

The reality was that it was unlikely. The road of cultivation changed from one person to the next. No two paths were the same. They could look very much alike, but just like how no two lives were ever the same, everyone had to walk their own path.

One day, Derek would reach the very same bottleneck that he’d watched his father struggle with for years upon years. Only the gods knew whether he would have the same difficulties, but if he did end up being stuck, and it turned out that the only thing he needed to break through to the next stage was to get his guts all stirred up and rearranged by a guy with a fat hog, he wasn’t going to complain. In fact, the prospect filled his whole body with heat.

Derek hung his head and moaned. He played with his nipples with one hand, tugging, twisting, and yanking them as jolts of electric pleasure surged down his spine straight to the tip of his dick. At the same time, he roughly fisted his cock, twisting his wrist with every stroke just for a bit of variety from the rhythmic up-down, up-down, up-down he’d been doing for the last gods knew how many hours.

In the more lucid part of his mind, Derek continued to ponder the revelation that Trevor had touched the realm of the Supreme. He doubted that it had been Peter’s baseball bat of a cock itself that had done the trick, but maybe that deliciously fat dong had been the catalyst.

Heart demons were a thing, after all. They were the bane of the cultivator seeking to ascend to another realm, the culmination of a cultivator’s fears and anxieties. Breaking through to the next stage without first defeating a heart demon was basically impossible, which was as good an explanation as any for why Trevor had been stuck so long.

But if Peter’s cock had been the sword that pierced the heart demon in Trevor’s chest, then the reason that Trevor had been stuck the whole time was the fact that there was a part of himself he had never accepted until Peter came into his life.

It was a sweet story. Touching, in many ways. Derek just had one problem with it: it flew in the face of his theory that everything going on in their family was the result of VNM exposure. VNM hadn’t turned his dad gay. Trevor had been gay all along, just unaware of it—or maybe, in denial. All Peter’s dick had done was bring out the slut that had been inside Trevor all along.

Derek couldn’t think of any other way to explain Trevor’s unexpected breakthrough. He didn’t know for certain that things had played out exactly as he imagined, but he was sure his reasoning was sound. All of which begged the question: what about him?

He had managed to convince himself that the strange feelings and desires that he’d developed over the last little while were all the result of Chimera’s schemes, but now he had reason to doubt. Maybe he was just like Trevor. Maybe he’d been gay all along, just unaware of it.

Derek shivered. The possibility was undeniable. He’d thought he was straight all his life, but in retrospect, he’d never really given other men so much as a second glance, and he was a virgin, so he’d never had much of a chance to test what he really liked.

The thing was, whether Derek had been gay all along, or whether he was hungry for dick because of VNM, the reality of the situation was indisputable. It had been days since he last thought of women in any sexual way. His head was filled with thoughts of men. With his brothers. With his dad. With cocks, balls, abs, and pecs, not to mention shapely male rumps and hairless pink assholes that were just begging to be tongued out.

Gods. Derek moaned out loud, his hips bucking involuntarily as he pumped his dick with an even greater desperation than before. Everything was so twisted. He didn’t know what to think. He was so confused. His head was all a jumble. Just trying to figure it all out was giving him a headache. He just wanted it to stop.

“Hey.”

Derek opened his eyes and looked at his father. That “Hey,” was the first thing anyone had said over the past however many hours.

“Stop stressing so much,” said Trevor. “I don’t know what’s got your head all tumbling end over end, but if it’s stressing you out, maybe it would be better to just… let go.”

Derek… hadn’t considered that. Letting go. It was so simple, and yet, at the same time, it felt like such an alien concept. He hadn’t gotten this far letting things go.

He wanted to say that it was impossible, that he couldn’t possibly stop the thoughts stampeding through his head at a hundred miles an hour, and that he’d tried and failed before. But had he ever truly tried? Had he ever truly tried to let go? He wasn’t so sure.

Derek took a breath. Maybe this was just another of those things he’d convinced himself about. Maybe he’d just gotten so used to his head being so filled with noise that he had grown afraid of what silence might be like.

Trevor rocked back and forth on his knees, his cock sliding in and out of the loose circle of his fingers. The chain between his nipples swung forward and back, the weight dangling from it like a pendant.

Derek watched the weight as it swung. He took a breath. He focused on the motion, following it with his eyes. A strange sense of peace descended over his thoughts, the fast lane of his mind slowing and then, gradually, coming to a standstill.

In the absence of the hustle and bustle, a pleasant quiet blanketed Derek’s thoughts. The haze of arousal crept in, making his cock throb. That was when Derek decided to let go.

Like delicate soap bubbles caught in a sunbeam, his thoughts scattered into static one by one. In their wake, his arousal grew. The worries and concerns that had plagued him retreated further and further into the distance as he felt himself slipping right back into the near-mindlessly horny state he’d been trapped in before he noticed Trevor’s breakthrough.

A long, low moan spilled from Derek’s lips, and noticing this, Trevor grinned. There was an impish twinkle in Trevor’s eye as he caught Derek’s gaze. Then, he decided to put on a show.

Trevor shifted his pose. He walked one arm along the floor as he got on all fours, though he kept one hand wrapped around his cock. He arched his spine. He spread his knees. Maintaining eye contact with Derek, he rolled his hips, fucking his cock into his fist.

Derek couldn’t help but moan. Between the eye contact and the way that Trevor was arching his spine like a born slut, it made his blood race. It was wrong and perverse. This wasn’t a show that he should have been enjoying. But that was what made it so fucking hot.

The way that Trevor’s sculpted physique moved, his gorgeous muscles shifting under his skin in a way that was nothing short of delicious made Derek’s mouth water. Drool very nearly trickled out of the corner of his mouth before he caught himself and swallowed thickly.

There was just something so hypnotic and enchanting about the way that Trevor’s fat cock slid in and out of the loop formed by his fingers. It was that and the weight, swinging back and forth on the chain that it was suspended from.

Fuck. It hadn’t really hit Derek until then, but his dad had touched the fabled realm of the Martial Supreme. His dad had done something only ever spoken of in the legends and this was the way that he’d found out, with Trevor using his incredible powers to do something so perverse, irresponsible, and frankly disrespectful to the rich traditions they claimed to follow.

That was the last straw, the last thing holding Derek back. Knowing that not even his dad seemed to care about the principles and values they had all grown up with made his inhibitions crumble into dust.

The chains of “decency” that had been keeping Derek from indulging his wildest fantasies this whole time broke one by one. His qi began to flow, his powers activating without his conscious input.

The sweat that had been dripping onto the floor through these many hours began to gather. The spatters and droplets formed together into small rivulets that fed into larger puddles, which fed into narrow streams, which fed into even larger puddles.

It wasn’t just Derek’s sweat that was responding to the call of his powers, either. It was everyone’s. A web of flowing moisture fanned out across the circle, the channels, streams, and puddles all directing the water toward Derek’s side of the circle.

What Derek was about to do was wrong. It was perverse. It was disgusting. It went against his creed, the vow he’d taken, and every principle that he’d ever held himself to until today. But fuck was it so godsdamned hot.

Derek stared at the growing puddle in front of him and watched as two tendrils of glistening sweat emerged from the otherwise placid surface. They meandered through the air, but they knew their targets. He could only lean back and push his chest out, moaning under his breath as the tendrils latched on to his nipples.

More water flowed toward him. An unbroken sheet of it climbed his legs, pooling over his ass until he felt like there was a pair of hands spreading his cheeks.

What remained of the pooled sweat gathered into the shape of a cock. It was long, thick, and perfectly juicy. The mere sight of it made Derek’s mouth water. And how couldn’t he drool over it? He was staring at the real cock it was modeled after—the one that was pumping in and out of Trevor’s fingers at that very moment.

Derek cursed under his breath as he felt the head of the wet sweat-cock bump against his hole. The glans rubbed against his pucker, the sweat slick on his sensitive skin. Slowly, it pushed inside, able to maintain its form despite being made of water.

To his brain, it wasn’t just a copy. It was a cock. It was his dad’s cock. And the fact that his dad’s sweat was mixed in with all the rest, that made it even more real.

Derek was losing his virginity. If the thing with his adult class hadn’t counted, this certainly did. Because this wasn’t just fingers. This was a cock. His dad’s cock. Made of his, his brothers’, and his dad’s sweat.

That realization should have been enough to stop him. In another time, another place, another life, maybe it would have. But ever since he saw his dad use the mythical ability of qi materialization to make nipple rings, a chain to connect them, and a weight to dangle between them, a lot had changed.

Simply put, Derek wasn’t the person he used to be. Trevor had told him it was alright to let go, to just give in to the pleasure—to the lust that was pumping through his veins. So, no, he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

Derek didn’t want to stop, and that was the fucked up part of all of this. He wanted his dad’s replica sweat-cock to push inside him because he wasn’t a hero. He was a fucking hypocrite. All those times that he’d insisted on following the rules, no matter what, had just been invalidated, and all because his own adoptive father made him so fucking horny.

A moan spilled from Derek’s lips as he shifted his knees apart. His spine arched as he felt the head of the sweat-cock conjured by his own subconscious started to spread his asshole open.

Derek wished he could say that he was going to be fine, but he wasn’t in control. His subconscious was in control. His cock was in control. He got the sense that he wasn’t going to be walking away from this unscathed—that he’d be waddling, at the very least, by the time the sweat-cock was done with him.

Maybe Derek shouldn’t have put that thought into the aether, because it was at that exact moment that the sweat-cock kicked things into overdrive. The sweat-cock surged, slamming into his ass with enough force that it made him pitch forward from the impact.

Derek arched his spine. His eyes went wide. His jaw dropped open, but nothing came out, just a raspy stream of air as he felt his asshole burn from the sudden stretch of having his dad’s unreasonably huge cock split him open.

As his insides clenched around the length of the sweat-cock now lodged inside his ass, Derek’s whole body tensed. His toes curled. His thighs shook. His raspy exhale turned into a hoarse, wordless howl of pleasure as his cock strained, pulsing and throbbing for a few seconds before shooting glob after glob of thick, viscous cum.

---

Drool dribbled out of the corner of Derek’s mouth, pooling on the ground. His chest was pressed against the flooring, his face turned to the side, his drool clinging to his cheek.

He’d lost his mind. Hours past, he thought, though he couldn’t be sure. The sweat-cock was still pumping in and out of his asshole, and it still felt so fucking good.

Derek wasn’t even quite sure what he was doing anymore, or why his whole family was in their kitchen-slash-living-room using their powers to get off. The singing bowls as receptacles to hold their cum was a good touch, he supposed, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember what purpose they were supposed to serve.

Having recovered some of his strength, Derek pushed himself back onto his hands and knees. He adjusted the angle of his hips, leaning back to bounce his ass on the sweat-dildo that he’d replicated from Trevor’s cock.

The adjustment was minuscule, but it was exactly what he needed. His thighs shook. His hole clenched. A groan rasped out of his throat as the familiar contractions of an imminent orgasm pulsed through his body.

Derek felt his balls pull up against the base of his cock. They churned, another load ready to fire. He lifted his ass into the air, then slammed it down without the slightest bit of hesitation. That little shift in his angle of attack was everything, because the result was that the blunt head of the sweat-cock rammed straight into his prostate.

His whole body locked up. His inner walls clamped down around the shaft of the sweat-cock. His fuckchute massaged the length of the sweaty replica of his father’s cock, his insides fluttering as he came hard.

The orgasm was almost painful. His dick twitched and bobbed, bouncing between his legs. The load that he’d felt building in his nuts surged up his piss tube, but the expected release never came. Nothing came out, besides maybe a glob of pre-cum that his dick burped out as a consolation prize.

The others reached their own climaxes soon after. Tristan and Leo were just as dry as Derek was. Trevor and Marcus were the only ones with anything left to offer, though even then, their cum was weak, watery, and dribbled out of their dicks more than anything else.

As Derek came down from his high, the haze in his head started to clear. He remembered why they had done all of this, and once the intensity of the dry orgasm faded, he felt a knot of horror drop into his stomach.

Post-nut clarity felt more like a curse than a blessing at that moment when the realization of what they had done dawned on him. Suddenly, the sweat-cock in his ass lost its cohesion. The sweat-tendrils playing with his nipples did the same.

Without the internal pressure generated by Derek’s powers, the sweat-cock inside him collapsed. His asshole clenched tight around nothing, pinching off most of the watery cock meat.

Realizing what had just happened, Derek couldn’t help but blush. His cheeks got so hot it felt like they would catch fire with the slightest provocation. The combined sweat of all five men in the Chan family was inside him, sloshing around in his guts.

Trevor groaned as he squeezed the last drops of cum out of his cock. Satisfied, he leaned back and looked around the circle. Grinning, he said, “Congratulations, boys. You survived the ritual. Now, there’s only one thing left to do…”

Without hesitation, Trevor grabbed the singing bowl filled with his cum and raised it to his lips. “Bottoms up, boys,” he said before tilting his chin up and knocking back the contents of the bowl.

Derek glanced at his bowl. It was on the brink of overflowing. Gods. He couldn’t believe that he had come so much. He hadn’t even known his body could produce that amount.

Some part of him was disgusted, but he swallowed his trepidation. He needed to do this. It was all for the mission.

Derek dreaded to think of what it would feel like sliding down the back of his throat, but with Trevor and Marcus happily guzzling their own jizz, he couldn’t back down. Besides, seeing them stuff their faces with their own spooge was making him hot to do it with them.

He raised the bowl to his lips, tilted his head back, and opened his mouth to accept the bowlful of cum in his hands. The taste was incredible. Strong. He didn’t think he could ever forget it.

Slowly, Derek’s spent cock swelled. With every gulp and mouthful, his cock rose. After everything they’d just done, he had almost expected that he would have trouble feeling horny afterwards, but that wasn’t the case. If anything, he felt hornier.

By the time that Derek had drained the very last drop of cum from his bowl, his stomach was bulging. He had come so much that just by drinking it all down, he almost looked pregnant. It was mind-blowing.

---

Derek was exhausted. He felt utterly drained, which he supposed was only apt after the sordid ordeal that he had just had to endure.

Having regained some clarity of mind, he could check how much time they had actually spent conducting the ritual. They’d started at 10 in the morning, but now it was nearing midnight.

Derek could scarcely believe it. They’d been jerking off almost all day. No wonder he felt like he didn’t have anything left in the tank. And it wasn’t just his balls that felt empty, his energy levels had pretty much hit rock bottom.

If he were being honest, he was running on fumes. The fact that he and his family had been using their powers throughout the ritual meant that they’d also started scraping the bottom of the barrel of their internal energy reserves.

They were in such a state that Derek wasn’t sure it was a good idea to go ahead with the mission, but if they chose to delay now, it only meant that they would have to do the ritual again. He just didn’t know how well they were going to be able to fight, if it came down to that. Without any qi to spare, they were little more than skilled fighters. He himself would have to bring a weapon from their armory instead of just using the moisture in the air to create one out of water.

He chose a bo. It wasn’t his usual weapon, but it had a good reach, and it was deadly in the right hands. The advantage was that it was more difficult to accidentally kill people with a bo, since he wasn’t sure he would be able to moderate his strength quite as well as he usually did.

Derek took a breath. “Alright,” he said. Tonight was going to be the night. It was bound to be a tough fight, but they’d been in worse scraps before.

The plan was to have Trevor create a ruckus in front of Chimera’s HQ. Derek, Marcus, Tristan, and Leo, in turn, would sneak in the back and take Chimera out in a classic decapitation strike.

Truth be told, Derek wasn’t super confident with the plan, but it was the best one they could come up with given their limited time, information, and brainpower. It was another drawback of the ritual. They were functioning at 85% mental capacity at most, but they would just have to deal with it.

Trevor met Derek’s gaze. He smiled and placed his hand on Derek’s shoulder. “It’s time,” he said.

Derek nodded. “Let’s do this.”

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Derek was uneasy. For some reason, everyone else seemed more familiar with the warehouse than he was. His instincts were practically screaming at him, and they were particularly loud when Trevor went off to prepare for his diversion.

He hated that he had to consider the possibility, but he couldn’t discount it. Maybe his family was already under Chimera’s thumb.

Derek shook his head. He pushed those thoughts aside. The possibility of betrayal was something to keep in mind, but baseless speculation wasn’t going to help him with the current situation. He had to believe that his family would never betray him. After all, they would never agree to launch an assault on the enemy base like this if they had already turned on him, right?

Marcus was leading the strike team tonight. It wasn’t their usual formation, but apparently Marcus had already scouted out the place before.

Derek followed close behind. He was trying his best not to make a peep. Once they’d made it around the back of the building, Marcus pointed out an open window high up on the outer wall.

All four of them silently made their way up. It was a bit of a struggle tonight, but Derek chalked it up to the exhaustion. The journey over had helped him recover somewhat, but he didn’t think it was nearly enough.

Marcus slipped inside first. Derek went in after him. Tristan was next, and he watched their flank as they made their way through the darkened warehouse. Leo was the last to come in, and he took up the rear.

When Marcus suddenly stopped, Derek felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. That uneasy feeling from before came back with a vengeance, though nothing untoward happened right away.

Maybe Derek was just being paranoid, but he couldn’t help but feel that they were being watched. It should have been impossible since they were using their stealth arts, but he supposed there was nothing wrong with being extra careful.

Derek reached out and gently placed a hand on Marcus’ shoulder. He motioned to the others. They needed to be prepared for the possibility of an ambush. Not to belabor the point, but he made sure to visibly heft his bo for emphasis.

This far in the back of the warehouse, Derek could just about make out the sounds of fighting at the front. Whatever Trevor was doing, he was doing it effectively. The ruckus was bound to draw attention, and from their vantage point, Derek could see a couple of men down below moving toward the front of the building.

Marcus pointed at a room a little ways down from where they were standing. He didn’t need to say anything. There was only one reason that he would point out a particular door, and that was that Chimera was likely to be found behind it.

The four made their way over. They’d been undetected so far, but now was the moment of truth. Derek motioned for the others to clear out, and once he had a straight shot at the door, he took a breath, mustered what strength he had left, and rammed his shoulder straight into it.

Instead of swinging open and slamming into the wall with a bang, splintering, or breaking in half, the door snapped straight off its hinges. It went straight down, landing on the ground with a loud crash.

Derek was stunned. He was sure he hadn’t used that much force to break into the room, but it was too late now to regret what had just transpired. Marcus charged in while he was recovering, only to be grabbed by a big guy who’d been waiting just past the threshold.

Before Derek could attempt a rescue, Marcus managed to slip out of the headlock. He deflected a second attempt to grapple him and engaged the man in hand-to-hand combat.

Things had spun out of control so abruptly. Derek and his brothers were supposed to infiltrate, take out the leadership, and escape before anyone noticed. The elements of speed and surprise were supposed to ensure the success of their mission, but it was becoming abundantly clear that something had gone horribly wrong.

The wise thing to do would have been to back off, but Derek couldn’t just abandon Marcus. Despite his better judgment, he charged into the room to make sure that Marcus couldn’t be isolated.

Before he could check on how Marcus was holding up, though, Derek was confronted by three men who seemed to melt out of the shadows. Their masks obscured their faces, but there was something about their bearing that felt eerily familiar.

In the end, it didn’t matter. These guys were enemies—obstacles that Derek had to clear out of his way. He rose to the challenge, fully expecting to make short work of the men even in his suboptimal state, but he ended up being mistaken.

The men were decent, but they weren’t so good that they could stand toe-to-toe against Derek. Their teamwork, however, made them far more effective than their individual skills would have suggested. They couldn’t push Derek back, nor pressure him in any meaningful way, but what they did manage to do was tie him up.

Fortunately, Derek and Marcus had backup. Behind him, Leo and Tristan stormed into the room. However, they too ended up being intercepted.

Derek had no idea how Chimera could have known they were coming. The suspicion that his family had already fallen—or that someone in the family had already come under the criminal’s thumb—had never been stronger.

He didn’t have time to think about that now. He and his brothers had walked right into a trap. The situation was bad, but they could have managed just fine if not for the fact that they were still drained from the ritual.

Derek wasn’t so pressed by his opponents that he couldn’t spare a few moments, and he used them to keep an eye on how his brothers were doing. None of the men they were facing were very skillful, but Chimera’s minions were clearly prepared.

Out of the corner of his eye, Derek watched Leo struggle. It was a surprise to see the youngest have such difficulties against a single opponent, but there was more to it than met the eye. Leo’s enemy knew how to counter his moves—clumsily, granted, but it was enough to put Leo on the back foot.

For a moment, it seemed as if Leo was making progress, but then the tide of battle shifted. Before Derek knew it, Leo had taken a punch to the gut.

That kind of blow should have been nothing. Derek had seen the impact—heard the solid thud of the enemy’s knuckles against Leo’s stomach—and there wasn’t enough force in that punch to threaten a martial artist of Leo’s caliber. To his surprise, however, Leo crumpled.

Derek winced as he heard the sound of Leo’s knees hitting the ground. He glanced over and saw their youngest on his hands and knees, groaning.

The man who had been fighting Leo grabbed him off the floor and manhandled him with remarkable ease. Sure, Leo was the slightest of the brothers, but he was still a full-grown man. Maybe there had been more to that punch than Derek expected considering how easily the guy had tossed Leo over his shoulder.

However much Derek might have wanted to intervene, his three opponents were keeping him on his toes. All he could do was steal the occasional glance as the man walked past with Leo over his shoulder. It was during one of those furtive looks that he saw something. He hoped he was just imagining it, but he could have sworn that Leo was hard while he was being carried off.

Just like that, Derek had to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, it hadn’t been the pain of the blow that sent Leo to his knees. If, as he suspected, it had been pleasure—he wouldn’t have pegged his youngest brother for a masochist, but that wasn’t the point—then the implications were severe.

Maybe the ritual hadn’t worked. Maybe they were just as susceptible to Chimera’s antics as before. If so, then they’d wasted their day on nothing, and all they had to show for it was exhaustion—and depletion of their internal energy, besides.

Derek didn’t have time to be distracted by those sorts of thoughts. He looked to Tristan, who was also struggling while facing off against a pair of Chimera’s goons.

He was briefly distracted by his opponents, but by the time that he turned his attention back to Tristan, The balance of power had already shifted away from Tristan. Tristan’s opponents were beating him with clubs, except the “clubs” were made out of a glossy black material.

Wait. Derek’s eyes widened. Those weren’t clubs at all. Those were dildos. Seeing his own brother struggling to fend off the beatdown from a pair of thick black dildos sent a frisson of arousal through Derek’s body, making his cock twitch.

Fuck, he couldn’t help but think to himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The ritual hadn’t worked. He was still getting horny. This whole assault on Chimera’s headquarters had been a mistake.

There was something familiar about those dildos, but Derek couldn’t quite put his finger on what that was. All he could do was watch helplessly as Tristan went down. The relentless beating drove Tristan to the ground, and before he curled up into a defensive posture, Derek caught a glimpse of Tristan’s cock tenting out his pants.

Derek’s heart hammered in his chest. Either they had been betrayed, or Chimera’s reach extended far beyond what he had ever imagined. He didn’t have the time to think about it too deeply as his opponents renewed their assault, but all he had to do was fend off a few blows before they backed off again.

He was about to press his advantage when he heard a moan from behind. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Marcus had been grabbed. The guy Marcus was fighting had slipped a hand into Marcus’ suit, hitching it up to expose a bit of Marcus’ toned stomach while his fingers visibly shifted under the fabric, toying with Marcus’ nipples.

A purple cloud hung around Marcus’ head as the guy he was fighting exhaled purple vapor, adding to the thick haze. Marcus, for his part, was breathing heavily. He was gulping down lungfuls of that purple haze, his pupils dilated, his eyes glassy. The expression on his face wasn’t one of distress; rather, it was of arousal.

A feral light glinted in Marcus’ eyes. His pants were visibly tight in the front. He wasn’t even struggling against his opponent. If anything, he was grinding his ass against the man.

Marcus’ predicament was enough of a distraction that Derek’s bo got ripped out of his hand. Before he could respond, however, he was grabbed by the shoulders.

Derek’s knees buckled despite his best efforts. He was forced to kneel. He struggled, but someone grabbed him by the back of the head and forced his face into the crotch of one of his opponents.

Involuntarily, Derek took a breath. His lungs filled with the heady, intoxicating scent of masculine musk. He couldn’t help but moan. His cock, which had already been half-hard from watching his brothers get taken down, surged to full hardness.

Fingers threaded through Derek’s short hair. A hand unzipped the man’s pants and fished out his cock, the scent of his musk growing thicker and even more intoxicating.

Derek’s eyes glazed over. Arousal overtook his body. His cheeks flushed. His lips parted. His jaw dropped of its own accord, leaving space for his opponent to shove his limp cock into Derek’s mouth, where it quickly started to harden.

The man was a grower, not a shower, and as his cock expanded on Derek’s tongue, it wedged his jaw wider and wider open. Fuck. That was one girthy, delicious hog that Derek was being fed, and he was right on the brink of going feral over it.

Without even really thinking about what he was doing and whether it was appropriate given the circumstances, Derek started to bob his head. Before long, he was full-on slurping on the cock that had been shoved in his face.

Derek moaned. Every breath filled his lungs with the guy’s unmistakable musk, and every lungful made the haze in his head thicker. He didn’t know why he was sucking this guy off, but he was doing it like a man possessed. He’d never even sucked cock before, but he must have been doing something right, because he could hear the groans from the guy he was sucking off.

Slowly, the guy with the cock in Derek’s mouth started to move. He went slow, at first, but it escalated quickly. That cock slid back and forth along his tongue, eventually hitting the back of his throat.

Derek choked and sputtered as the guy’s thrusts became more insistent, more forceful. Suddenly, clarity pierced through the haze in his thoughts. He realized what he was doing, and he tried to pull off of the guy’s cock.

The guy was stronger, though, and the other guys holding Derek down didn’t budge, but that was far from Derek’s only problem. Not only was Derek exhausted from the ritual and unable to muster all his strength, there was a not-insignificant part of him that didn’t want to stop what he was doing.

Derek glanced at the door. If he didn’t have a cock plundering his throat, he would have called for help. Suddenly, though, a figure appeared, silhouetted by the lights of the warehouse beyond. For a moment, he thought that they’d run out the clock, that it was over, but then he realized that it was Trevor.

There was hope. With their dad here, they could fight free. Trevor could empower all of them, magnify their abilities, refresh their strength. Now that Trevor had stepped into the realm of the Martial Supreme, Derek could only imagine that the effects of Trevor’s abilities would only be more potent.

In short, they were saved.