Trevor needed something to take his mind off of the incredibly awkward half-conversation he’d just had with Marcus. He shook his head and made his way over to check in on the other two.

He couldn’t help but smile. Despite their protestations and general reluctance to return to bed, both Tristan and Leo were fast asleep by the time he peeked into their rooms.

Satisfied that the boys were okay and not really willing to check in on Marcus again after what had just happened, he made his way back to the study. He closed the door behind him and collapsed against it, his heart pounding in his chest.

It was weird. The erection in Trevor’s pants didn’t seem to bother Marcus at all. But Trevor, himself, was bothered that his sons—or Marcus, at least—had seen him with a barely contained hard-on.

Maybe it was unhealthy to be attached to this image of the straight-laced, respectable, and hardworking dad he wanted to be. It wasn’t that he was pretending or anything, but it was a lot of pressure. And it led to him hiding or downplaying parts of him that were there but didn’t conveniently fit into the image of the kind of person he wanted to project.

Trevor chewed on his lower lip. Maybe it would be better if he were more open with his sons about having needs and desires that weren’t necessarily in line with his image. But at the same time, he didn’t think they needed to know about all of that.

He shook his head. It wasn’t a problem he could find a solution for now, even if he wracked his brain. He just wasn’t in the right headspace. No thanks to Chimera.

The horniness was confusing him, muddling his thoughts, making it difficult to think. He just hoped that the effects would pass before too long. He didn’t want any trouble to come of it.

Trevor pushed himself off the door and walked over to the desk. He sat down and saw that the computer was still on the porn from earlier.

His cock twitched at the sight. He was still so goddamned horny. He couldn’t look away. Not even when it auto-played the next scene.

It was gay porn again, in line with the previous clip. There was a big, muscular guy bottoming for a smaller, twinkier guy.

Trevor didn’t know why it got him so fucking hard, but it did. It took every ounce of willpower he had left not to stick his hand down the front of his sweatpants to jerk off.

Even so, he couldn’t look away. He watched, spellbound, as the smaller guy bent the bigger guy over the end of the bed. He bit back a moan when the twink slid his surprisingly, and almost-obscenely large rod between the jock’s muscular ass cheeks.

Trevor’s cock ached at the sight and an image came to his mind unbidden. Of how things could have done differently with Chimera. Of what he might have experienced had the villain not stopped after giving him the best blowjob of his life.

He vividly remembered the size of Chimera’s cock. It was bigger than his. Thicker. And those pendulous balls had held such a heavy load of cum, it had practically coated his whole stomach when Chimera blew his nut all over him.

A dark spot formed in Trevor’s sweatpants, right where the tip of his cock pressed up against the fabric. The pre had already soaked through the cotton of his briefs. He was too goddamn horny.

Heart pounding in his chest, Trevor slammed the laptop shut and sat down. He looked into the distance, focusing on nothing in particular, before closing his eyes.

Meditation usually helped when he was in turmoil. He hoped this time it would offer a modicum of relief from his horniness.

Taking a few deep breaths, he reminded himself that he was straight—that he’d been straight all his life. While there was nothing wrong with being gay, he didn’t swing that way. He never had.

“What happened with Chimera was a one-off,” Trevor murmured to himself. It was the result of complacency and being unprepared. The next time he and the boys went up against Chimera, there wouldn’t be a repeat of the last time. He wanted to believe so, anyway.

After a minute or so, Trevor was able to calm the lust that gnawed at his insides. The erection persisted, though. It was impossible to ignore, but he knew he had to.

A knock on the door interrupted the hard-won peace. Trevor opened his eyes and looked up. Without even needing to ask, he knew who was on the other side just by their presence.

“Come in,” said Trevor, even if he would have preferred to maintain his solitude. “It’s not locked.”

Derek came in, looking a bit worse for wear. “How are you holding up, dad?” he said.

Trevor frowned, but stayed seated. He didn’t want to show that he was still hard. “I’m doing okay. But I haven’t been able to get as much work done as I wanted to.”

“Understandable, really,” said Derek as he pulled up a chair. “I checked in on the others. Looks like they’ll be fine. Marcus is already pretty well recovered and should be able to help the other two along when he is.”

“I know. They woke up a little while ago… We talked a bit.” Trevor left out any hint of the conversation he’d had with Marcus after the other two had gone back to their rooms. “But thank you. I knew I could count on you… How are you holding up?”

“I’m good, dad. Don’t worry about me. I just came up because the morning class was done and I figured I’d see what I can do to help before the afternoon group comes in.”

Trevor gave Derek a small smile. “Everything’s alright up here. Now how are you really feeling, hm?”

Derek sighed. “I wish I was there. Maybe I could have changed things.”

Trevor shook his head. “You can’t afford to think like that,” he said. “Maybe you could have. So what? You couldn’t have known.”

“I know. I just. I can’t help the way I feel, dad!” said Derek. He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. “I want to march over there and rip that Chimera guy apart for hurting them.”

Trevor gave Derek a pointed look.

Derek sighed. “I know, I know. That’s not the way we do things… but I don’t want to take what Chimera did lying down. I want payback.”

As he looked upon the determined fire in Derek’s eyes, a stray thought crossed Trevor’s mind. Derek had always been a strapping lad, but he’d truly grown into a fine young man.

There was a part of Trevor that couldn’t help but notice the sheer attractiveness that Derek’s cool, collected assertiveness exuded. His heart skipped a beat. His cock twitched. Warmth pooled in his stomach, tingling pleasantly until he realized what he was doing and it all curdled into horror.

He’d been thinking his son was hot.

Trevor took a breath to calm himself, but he couldn’t help the warmth that spread to his cheeks. He hoped it was from the shame of what he’d done.

Fighting down the stammer that threatened to slip into his voice, he averted his gaze and said, “I feel the same way…” He trailed off and swallowed thickly before turning his gaze back to Derek. “We’ll get Chimera back for what he did.”

Derek smiled at Trevor. It was a dazzling thing, radiant and sincere.

“That’s good enough for me,” said Derek, his smile somehow growing even brighter as he said the words.

Trevor’s cock jumped.

---

The sun had set, and Trevor still hadn’t managed to get his arousal completely under control. There was that bit of folk wisdom about seeing a doctor about a hard-on that persisted longer than 4 hours in the back of his mind but they didn’t have the money to frivolously spend on a doctor’s visit for something that wasn’t an emergency.

The erection was persistent, but it wasn’t like it was painful. And it was only uncomfortable in the sense that Trevor had to go out of his way to try to hide it.

Besides, he hadn’t been at full-mast the whole time. The horniness came in waves and whenever he was in a lull, he’d go down to a half-chub.

Trevor had looked it up. And as far as his rudimentary research went, it didn’t seem like he had anything major to worry about. As far as his cock was concerned, anyway. He certainly had other things on his mind.

His reputation was one thing, and so was the fact that if things didn’t get better, sooner or later he’d have to explain to his sons why their father was walking around with a massive tent in his pants. And to make matters worse, Peter was coming over in less than half an hour.

In all likelihood, it was going to take an orgasm to satisfy the arousal that was inside him. He couldn’t believe he was seriously considering Marcus’ proposal, but he was on a bit of a time limit. And he didn’t have many options.

No, he told himself in the firmest terms. He wasn’t willing to sink to that level. He was strong-willed and a master martial artist. He had been training to hone and control his body and mind for decades.

Once again, Trevor resorted to meditation. He sat on the floor and closed his eyes. He cycled his breath, taking in air with his nose and breathing it out with his mouth.

He focused his thoughts inward, concentrating on controlling his body and tamping down his lust. The results were promising. He felt the need inside him subside.

The relief, however, was short-lived. A minute or two was as long as the serenity lasted, and then a memory of his night with Chimera came unbidden to his mind’s eye.

Suddenly, he was there again, sprawled out on the bed and clutching the sheets in white-knuckled fingers while his legs trembled from the pleasure of Chimera’s tongue on his cock. He’d come very close to having his soul sucked out of his dick that night, he was sure of it.

Trevor couldn’t help but groan, the mental discipline he was so proud of disintegrating to nothing as his cock throbbed against his thigh. He couldn’t stop himself form replaying the events of the night. But neither did he really want to stop himself.

He already had one hand down between his legs, rubbing the outline of his cock through his sweatpants.

Trevor’s hips moved on their own, grinding his dick into the palm of his hand. His lips parted, a quiet groan spilling out of him.

The phantom sensation of Chimera’s lips wrapped around his shaft was so strong it almost felt as if the man himself were there, sucking him off. It was burned into his mind and he couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard he tried.

A knock on the door fortunately interrupted Trevor’s meditation-gone-wrong. It was Marcus. “Hey, dad. Your private client’s downstairs.”

Trevor was startled. “Coming,” he said. “You tell him he’s earlier than I expected?”

There was a pause. Anxiety gripped Trevor as he waited for Marcus’ response.

“What do you mean?” said Marcus. “You said your sessions started at 8 and went for an hour or two, right?”

Trevor frowned. “Yeah?”

“It’s already 8, dad. Did you fall asleep or something?”

Trevor’s heart practically jumped into his throat. He couldn’t have been meditating more than 5 minutes and yet half an hour had passed already.

He scrambled off the floor and dusted himself off. “Can you tell him I’ll be right down?” he said.

“No problem,” said Marcus. He didn’t linger around. Trevor could hear the boy’s footsteps as they grew fainter and more distant.

Looking down at his erection, Trevor shook his head. He didn’t know what he was going to do about it—what he could even do about it.

---

Trevor went down to the dojo, but stopped just short of actually walking in. He watched through a crack in the door as Marcus and Peter faced off.

Peter was in the middle of the training mat. His stance had improved a fair bit, which meant he’d been practicing outside their sessions. It was a good thing. It meant he was dedicated to actually learning.

Marcus circled the perimeter, tossing a tennis ball up and down in one hand while carrying a couple more in the other. “Ready?” he said.

“I am.” Peter closed his eyes.

Marcus chuckled. “I’ll know if you’re looking,” he teased.

Peter shook his head. “It’d defeat the purpose of training if I were,” he said.

“I like that,” said Marcus. He glanced over and smiled when he noticed Trevor was watching. “Impress me, yeah?”

“I’ll do my best,” said Peter.

Marcus threw a ball. He naturally wasn’t at his peak performance, but neither did he hold back.

Peter didn’t just manage to deflect the ball, he caught it, taking Trevor by surprise. The impact had left its mark—Peter’s arm was trembling—but he’d nevertheless stopped the ball with sheer strength alone.

“Are you trying to kill me?” said Peter.

Marcus chuckled. “You’re learning self-defense, bro. The people you’d be using these techniques on won’t be holding back at all.”

“Fine, I guess,” said Peter. He barely had time to drop the first ball before the second one was flying straight at his head.

Peter caught that one, too, but the momentum had him smacking the back of his hand into his forehead.

“You been practicing, man?” said Marcus.

“Every day,” said Peter. “I know private clients are probably usually only in it to feel better about themselves. But I’m serious about this, man.”

“I can see that,” said Marcus. He threw a third ball, this one aimed squarely at Peter’s abdomen.

Peter managed to catch it, but only just.

“Okay,” said Trevor, walking in before Marcus could throw a fourth ball. “I’ve seen enough. I appreciate the help, Marcus, but you really shouldn’t be trying to scare away one of our most important clients.”

“Only client, you mean?” said Marcus with a mischievous little smirk that was just so characteristic of the kind of person he was.

Trevor rolled his eyes. “Go back upstairs. I don’t care if you have the energy to be up and about. You should focus on getting better.”

“Yeah, yeah, dad,” said Marcus, lingering sardonically on the final word even though there was nothing but fondness in his voice. He left only a moment later.

When Trevor turned his attention to Peter, the boy bowed and said, “I’m sorry for being a little late.”

Trevor waved his hand. “If anyone needs to make an apology, it’s me. I lost track of time. I’ll just charge 90% for the session.”

Peter seemed surprised. “No, no. It’s fine. Let’s just call it even.” He looked at the back door of the dojo. “That was Marcus, right? Is he okay?”

Trevor nodded. “Yeah, he was just sick for a little bit. He’s mostly better. I just don’t want him getting sick again so soon after, you know?”

Peter nodded. After a moment of awkward silence, he looked at Trevor and said, “So what’s tonight’s session about? I’ve been practicing a lot, and I was hoping you might have some more pointers for me.”

Trevor chuckled. “I saw. And it looks like the practice is paying off. Your form’s better than before, but you’re still getting a few points wrong.”

“I thought that was the case,” said Peter. He dropped into the stance and added, “Could you show me what I’m doing wrong?”

Trevor was a bit hesitant, as he was still rock hard, but he couldn’t come up with an excuse good enough to refuse Peter. “Sure,” he said. “I’m happy to do it.”

He approached Peter and walked around, examining the stance closely. He used his foot to nudge Peter’s legs into the right positions, but they weren’t really too far off from perfect. Peter’s center was just a bit too high, and his arms weren’t quite held the right way.

A frisson of anxiety worked its way through Trevor when he realized he’d need to get pretty close and personal to correct the smaller things. But it was what he had to do.

He lowered himself into the same stance and shuffled close to Peter. He focused on what he was supposed to do, wanting not to lose control like the last time he did this.

But as soon as he was close enough to feel the warmth Peter’s body radiated, he caught a whiff of that strange, faintly sweet scent from before. With the arousal already coiling inside him, muddling his thoughts, it was a miracle that he managed to resist his impulses at all.

Trevor bit back a moan, his body moving on its own as he slid his hands up Peter’s arms and down the boy’s sides. For all the willpower he had, a single lungful of that delectable scent filled his skull with a hot, static-y fuzz that made him even hornier.

He pressed his body up against Peter’s back, his hard cock pressing into the younger man’s ass. He was so fucking horny he couldn’t help himself.

When Trevor spoke, he did so with the same tone that he used to seduce women. “Lower your hips a little bit,” he said as his hands applied a gentle downward pressure to Peter’s hips.

Peter, naturally, did as he was told.

“Yeah. Like that. Arch your lower back a bit. Push your ass out a little. Perfect.” Part of Trevor was still fighting bitterly to stop what he was doing, but his dick was in charge now.

“You’re doing great,” Trevor murmured as he rolled his hips, grinding his hard cock into the cleft of Peter’s ass.

“You really think so?” said Peter.

Trevor nodded. He couldn’t help but lean in closer, taking a deep breath to inhale the sweet scent from the crook of Peter’s neck. It was intoxicating.

“Should we try it out, then?” Peter said.

“Oh yeah. We should definitely give it a go,” said Trevor, his voice dropping an octave lower as he licked his lips. At the same time, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Peter’s shorts, fully intending to tug them down.

Peter’s nervous voice cut through Trevor’s stupor.“W-what are you doing?”

Trevor snapped out of the haze. “I-I’m sorry! I-it was a mistake, I swear! Something just… came over me…” he said, horrified at what he’d done.

Peter chuckled. “No worries, teacher. I’ve done it before, gotten fingers stuck in other people’s pants.”

Trevor was gobsmacked. Had Peter really not noticed what he was doing? He didn’t care to find out. He’d only embarrass himself by trying to explain what he was apologizing for.

“I-I’m sorry, again. But, yeah, we should definitely give the new stance a try.”

“Sounds good,” Peter chirped.

Trevor walked away from Peter, trying his damnedest to hide the massive lump in his sweatpants. He took a deep breath to re-center himself and turned around, glad to see that Peter had already closed his eyes.

“Ready?” said Trevor as he snatched a tennis ball off the floor.

“Ready!”

---

Using awareness to dodge projectiles was one thing, but using it in hand-to-hand combat was another.

“I thought this was going to be similar,” said Peter, his blindfolded gaze following Trevor as the older man walked around him.

“But it’s not,” said Trevor. He was glad for the training. It kept his mind off the horniness, if for a bit.

Shame from his earlier blunder still burned in the back of his mind, but he kept it there. He didn’t need it distracting him.

“Since the threat’s closer, I feel like I have to react faster,” said Peter. Skin smacked against skin as he defended himself from a punch aimed at his head.

Trevor withdrew his fist. “That’s right,” he said. “And the natural tendency is to narrow the scope of your awareness when your enemy is right in front of you.”

Peter nodded, tracking Trevor to converse with him, even though he was blindfolded. “It’s like starting at a screen from up close.”

Trevor nodded. “It’s fine, one-on-one, but what if you’re fighting a group of people?”

Peter’s brow furrowed.

“You’ll learn how to resist the urge eventually,” said Trevor as he tried to sweep Peter’s legs out from under him. Peter managed to dodge, but only just. “For now, focus on protecting yourself from a combatant that’s in your face.”

Peter managed to catch Trevor’s wrist, but not the other one. He staggered out of balance when Trevor’s palm struck the side of his skull, but managed to plant himself back in his stance shortly thereafter.

“Focus,” said Trevor.

Peter failed to catch or dodge another blow, wheezing from the impact of Trevor’s palm against his stomach.

“You’re slowing down.”

Peter grunted. “I know. I feel like I don’t have time to react. How am I supposed to keep up with unpredictable attacks?”

Trevor chuckled. “There’s no such thing as a truly unpredictable fighting style,” he said. “There are always flaws. Patterns. You’ll have to learn to find and follow them.”

“That’s gonna take a while to figure out…” said Peter.

“Of course.”

“Could you give me a demonstration like last time?” said Peter.

Trevor’s cock—the traitorous thing—twitched in his pants. “Without the shirt? Just to confirm?”

Peter flushed. “If that’s not too much to ask.”

Trevor fought the urge to lick his lips. The horniness was bubbling up again, and all because of a simple, probably innocent request.

Despite his better judgment, he figured it wouldn’t be so bad. He was starting to sweat through his shirt, after all.

“Here,” said Trevor as he placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Swap places with me. And make sure to pay close attention to the way my body moves, yeah?”

A smile tugged at the corner of Peter’s mouth. “I’ll do my best.”

---

Trevor was sweating. While he’d managed to block every strike, kick, punch, and blow from Peter’s attempts to circumvent his defense, there had been more strength in every attack than he’d expected.

He didn’t know why, but it had turned him on. To the point that he was at the limits of his willpower. His cock was so hard he could barely control himself and their mutual exertion had only made that strange, delectable scent in the air all the more intoxicating.

Peter was frowning. “I-I can’t follow,” he said. “Maybe you could… No. No. That would be too much.”

Trevor’s cock twitched. From Peter’s demeanor, he could guess what the younger man had been about to ask. He remembered the feeling of Peter’s hands on his body and nearly moaned as he was overcome by a wave of sudden arousal.

“You want to touch me?” he said. It was probably a stupid idea, but he couldn’t help himself. “Feel the way my muscles move?”

Peter flushed. “Y-yeah, I was thinking it might help. I-it’s completely innocent!”

A small part of Trevor wasn’t convinced. But he didn’t care. “I-I don’t mind. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other reason, right?”

“Y-yeah. N-no other reason,” said Peter.

Trevor’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt Peter’s hand on his skin. The younger man’s palms were hot against his upper arms, and he could scarcely hold back a moan as they crept up to cup his shoulders.

“N-not that I would mind if there were…” said Trevor. It was a terrible idea, but he was too horny to care. “Other reasons, I mean.”

Peter’s hands went still. “What do you mean?” he said.

Trevor coughed, the tips of his ears heating up. “I-I said what I said. I…wouldn’t necessarily be opposed if…you had ulterior motives…”

Peter barked a nervous laugh. “I-I don’t have any,” he said.

“I can feel your pulse. Your heart is racing,” said Trevor. He also felt the jolt of surprise that went through Peter at the mention, but he didn’t say anything about that part.

Peter gulped. “A-are you sure?” he said.

Trevor chewed on his lower lip. There was a line in the sand and he was stepping over it. But he needed to get off. “You should take advantage… before I change my mind.”

“Fuck.” The exclamation was low, laden with barely suppressed desire. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” said Peter under his breath as he slipped his hands past Trevor’s armpits to cup his pecs from behind.

The touch was like lightning. Trevor tilted his head back and groaned, wondering why he was suddenly so sensitive all over.

His cock surged in his pants as Peter palmed his chest. He didn’t know it could feel so good to have his pecs molested, the younger man’s fingers squeezing and kneading the firm slabs of muscle.

And then Peter found his nipples. Peter pinched them, and it was like someone had wired a truck jumper cable to his cock.

A moan spilled out of Trevor before he could stop it. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this way. Not even the handful of women he’d been with in his life.

Peter’s right hand stayed at his chest, squeezing and pinching and tweaking his nipple. The other wandered down, fingertips slipping over and into the ridges and valleys of Trevor’s cobbled abs.

“Your muscles feel amazing to touch,” said Peter, his voice low and husky, enough to send a shiver down Trevor’s spine. “I wanna explore every inch of skin on you with my fingers. I wanna worship every chiseled mound of muscle with my fucking tongue.”

Trevor tilted his head back and closed his eyes, shivering as he felt the wet heat of Peter’s tongue tracking a wet stripe up the side of his neck. None of his past experiences could compare, and Peter hadn’t even touched his cock yet.

“Feeling good?” said Peter.

Trevor’s eyes fluttered open a moment. He hadn’t intended to answer, but the words spilled out of him, anyway. “Your touch feels like magic,” he said.

The compliment emboldened Peter. Trevor sucked in a breath through his teeth as the younger man’s hand slipped into the front of his sweatpants. Peter grabbed his cock through his underwear.

“Holy shit,” Peter whispered, his lips right against Trevor’s ear. “You’re bigger than I imagined…”

Trevor managed a chuckle between the soft groans that were escaping him. “T-thanks,” he said.

Peter licked his lips. Trevor could hear the noise of it, the perverse and eager hunger in the gesture. And it filled him with heat.

“I don’t think I’ve ever held one that was this hard,” said Peter.

Trevor rolled his hips, practically humping his cock into Peter’s palm.

Peter’s voice dropped an octave. “Maybe I can help with it,” he whispered.

“Please…” Trevor whispered to no one in particular, though there wasn’t any doubt that Peter would hear him. “I-I can’t seem to help myself. I-I just want to come.”

“That can be arranged,” Peter murmured. He released Trevor’s cock so he could slip his hand into the tight pair of briefs.

As Peter’s fingers closed around his shaft, Trevor couldn’t help but hiss. The direct heat of Peter’s hand was almost too much. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “How could that feel so good?”

Peter chuckled. “Being pent up does that,” he said as he slowly moved his hand up and down the length of Trevor’s arousal.

The moan spilled out of Trevor before he could stop it. As the hand on his cock picked up its pace, Peter was increasingly rough on his nipple as well.

The stimulation made Trevor’s cock jump, and after barely even a minute, he felt as if he were on the edge already. “I-I’m close,” he whispered, inhibitions long-smothered by the desperate arousal he felt.

Peter’s fingers slowed, but by then it was too late. Trevor had already been pent up before his encounter with Chimera and the day of teasing and frustration had finally caught up to him.

He moaned as his balls drew up against his body. Every muscle he had tensed, his toes digging into the mat under him.

He came hard. He covered Peter’s fingers in thick, hot ropes of jism. The massive load that had been building for months without relief spilled out of him like a flood and soaked his briefs like nothing else.

His chest heaving with every ragged breath that only served to fill his lungs with more of Peter’s intoxicating scent, Trevor stammered, “I-I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.”

Peter chuckled. “I didn’t think you were that pent up, to be fair,” he said. “I’d have helped you enjoy it more.”

The small smile that had lazily crept into Trevor’s lips immediately disappeared when he heard Peter’s voice. He pulled away with a jolt and whirled around to look at Peter with wide eyes.

“Oh, shit,” he said under his breath. “What have I done?”

He paced back and forth a few times before he could stomach to look at Peter again. “Y-you can’t tell anyone,” he said.

Peter smirked. Somehow, the encounter had given him a bit of confidence he didn’t use to have. “I won’t,” he said. “I’m not the type to kiss and tell.”

Trevor cringed. Not out of second-hand embarrassment, but out of shame. He didn’t want to lead Peter on, not when he knew nothing could ever happen between them. “W-we have to consider putting a stop to things.”

That seemed to grab Peter’s attention. “No,” said Peter, his voice soft and plaintive. “I-I need this. Please! I’m learning so much. Nothing has to change!”

Trevor had to avert his gaze. The look in Peter’s eyes was too much. It tugged at his heartstrings. “W-we have to stop. I-I can’t risk losing control like this again.”

“When you took me in as a student, you accepted a responsibility!” said Peter. “You have to see it through. You have to make sure I can at least defend the people that are important to me!”

A deep breath—one tinged with that familiar, faintly sweet scent—did nothing to calm the turmoil Trevor felt inside. He hardened himself regardless and looked at Peter, ready to deliver the news.

But when he looked at the boy, he couldn’t help but see his sons. He would never have given up on them, no matter the hardship. He swallowed his objections. “A-alright. We can continue. But nothing like this can ever happen again.”

Peter smiled. “Was it really so bad?” he said.

Trevor didn’t know if it was an attempt to inject some levity into the situation, but even if it were, he didn’t know how to respond. So he just ignored it. It was probably for the best.

Even though the question made his cock twitch, the haze in his head had largely subsided and he knew what the right thing to do was. “I think it’s probably for the best that we call it here for tonight…” he said.