Trevor’s phone was face-down on his nightstand. The Do Not Disturb mode had automatically turned off the better part of an hour ago and if not for the fact that he’d set it to “vibrate,” it would have been ringing his ear off.

He was in bed. And he was a bit of a mess. The blanket was all bunched up at the side where he’d tossed it off himself and his briefs were in a heap on the floor by the side of the bed where he’d kicked them off.

Trevor wrapped his hand around his shaft. He pumped up and down, his hips meeting the rhythm. He groaned, thrusting his cock into the fingers cinched tightly around the girth of his fat cock. His other hand was on his chest, the erect nub of a nipple caught between his thumb and index finger. He squeezed it, rolled it between his fingers, and yanked at it while groaning.

It was as if Trevor’s nipples were wired directly to his cock. Every time he teased them, his cock would jump in his hand, burping out another glob of pre-cum.

The blinds on his windows were drawn, but there was still light streaming through the gaps. The dim light made his cock glisten, the entire thing slathered in an obscene mix of lube and pre-cum.

Hell, Trevor’s whole hand was shiny in the dim rays of the early morning sun. The backs of his fingers—and his knuckles, especially—were drenched in the pre-cum dripping down the underside of his dick.

Beside the phone, on the nightstand, was a small tube of jelly lube. He hadn’t had much use for it—until today—and had been mostly full when he started. In the meantime, he’d squeezed it practically flat, deforming it to the point that there were indentations where Trevor’s fingers had pressed too hard into the plastic.

Lewd squelching and faint creaking filled the air as the bedframe rocked under Trevor. He couldn’t help but toss his head back and groan, beating his fat cock with a desperation unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

As embarrassing as it had been at the moment, he’d hoped that the massive cumload he’d shot thanks to Peter last night would have been the end of his travails. Not so. The relief had been short-lived.

It had taken less than an hour after Peter left before the horniness returned. And it had only gone downhill after that.

For all Trevor’s best efforts, it had taken only a matter of minutes after the horniness returned, before his cock was as hard as a steel rod again. A cold shower hadn’t helped—and the ice-pack he’d jammed between his legs hadn’t done much either. All he’d managed to accomplish was reduce his erection to half-mast.

Predictably, Trevor had taken the better part of two hours to fall asleep. And even then, he’d more passed out than gone to sleep.

The hardness in his pants had just utterly refused to be ignored. In the end, he’d succumbed to it. And as embarrassing as it was to admit, there was a part of him that was kind of turned on by the fact he’d fallen asleep with his fingers wrapped around his cock.

Trevor groaned. “Fuck,” he muttered to no one in particular. “Why does it feel so good to play with my cock?”

It was undignified and perverse, definitely not the kind of thing an upstanding model citizen, hero, and father was supposed to be doing, but he couldn’t help himself. And the part of him that would normally care didn’t seem to give a shit.

The day had started with a hard-on that he simply could not ignore. It demanded attention. All his willpower, every ounce of supposedly iron discipline earned from decades of martial arts training, had proved worthless in the face of the overwhelming wave of arousal that crashed into him as soon as he woke up.

Trevor’s chest heaved as he panted, rubbing his cock raw in a desperate attempt to squeeze out a load to rival the one he’d shot in his sweatpants last night. But relief remained stubbornly out of reach.

He’d been at it for the better part of two hours. Any shred of dignity, self-respect, or principles, he’d abandoned more than an hour ago.

“Oh, fuck, my cock feels so good,” he grunted to no one in particular. “Oh, fuck, my balls feel like they’re going to explode!”

Trevor threw his head back and groaned. “I can’t fucking take it anymore,” he whined.

His mind wandered unbidden to the previous day. The memory was so vivid it was like he was back there, Peter’s fingers roaming over his body. He never would have imagined that the touch of another man could feel so good.

With just his fingers, Peter had managed to make Trevor feel things he’d only ever experienced with a woman. And even then, the pleasure Peter had shown him was beyond compare.

Trevor desperately bucked his hips, fucking his own hand with abandon as the phantom sensation of Peter’s touch stroked down along his torso. He had always been 100% secure in his sexuality, but those hands—those fucking hands—had turned his whole world on its head.

He was starting to see the appeal of the other side, of how good it could feel to be with another man. It was wrong—not because there was anything wrong with that sort of thing, but because it wasn’t what he was—but he couldn’t help himself.

However hard Trevor tried to push the thoughts out of his head, they were stuck. And then his mind wandered to the night before and it was as if Chimera was between his legs again, lips wrapped around his girth.

The porn videos he’d watched resurfaced in his memories, too. Hard dicks had never turned him on before. On the rare occasion he watched porn, he made it a point to focus on the woman. Now, he couldn’t help but think about how good the fat dick on that black twink had looked, pumping in and out of the Asian musclehead’s ass.

With a grunt, Trevor rolled over onto his side and snatched his phone off the nightstand. He ignored the call coming in from the gig he was supposed to be at and opened up a porn site.

He didn’t even bother with the straight videos that popped up first. They did nothing for him. He navigated over to the gay side of the site, the thumbnails enough to make his cock throb in his hand.

Trevor found a video that made heat pool in his gut. He placed the phone down on the bed next to him so he could watch, enraptured, as the two guys in the scene made out on the couch and slowly stripped each other naked.

Pre-cum dribbled all over the knuckles of his hand, the scene turning him on for reasons he didn’t fully understand. He didn’t know why, but the way one of the guys slipped his hand under the other’s shirt, fingers exploring rock-hard abs while inching the hem up little by little, brought a moan to his lips.

The male physique was always something Trevor had admired. He was someone that took care of his body, after all. But this was a whole new dimension he’d never even considered.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t just think of the male physique as hot from an objective standpoint. He got it. The men on the screen were hot and he could feel that they were hot. His cock certainly seemed to agree.

Trevor licked his lips in anticipation. One of the guys had gotten up, turning to face the other. The guy put one leg on the floor and knelt on the couch with the other. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to release his stiff cock.

It was big. Juicy, Trevor couldn’t help but think to himself. And by the hungry look in the bottom’s eyes, it was clear they were on the same wavelength.

The bottom kissed the tip, then pressed his lips against the side, mouthing at it all along the length. He swirled his tongue around the glans and then elicited a groan from the top as he wrapped his lips around the sensitive head.

The top threw his head back and arched his spine. His fingers tangled in the bottom’s hair, holding him in place while his hips pushed forward.

Trevor’s lips parted in a low moan. He couldn’t help but wonder how sucking a cock might feel. He opened his mouth further, the image of Chimera’s cock leaping unbidden to the forefront of his mind. His cock throbbed.

Visualization was a cornerstone of being a great martial artist. Being able to fight imaginary opponents and train with one’s mind was an important part of refining skills and preparing for the unexpected. Today, though, Trevor was putting his skills to another purpose.

He’d never sucked cock before, but he could imagine what it would be like. The spongy texture of it, the heat of flesh on his tongue, the saltiness of pre-cum.

Trevor stretched his jaw open, imagining that it was Chimera’s cock wedging his teeth apart. He gagged softly when the head hit the back of his throat, but instead of feeling at all discouraged, he noted the tightness of his throat and focused on relaxing instead.

His cock jumped. He swallowed audibly. His throat gurgled as he imagined the cock pushing past the restriction and sliding into his gullet.

Even though there was a part of Trevor that told him something wasn’t quite right, he wanted to feel the real thing. Craved it, even.

He bobbed his head back and forth on the imaginary cock for the better part of a minute before he turned his attention back to the video. He hissed, leaking all over himself at the scene that unfolded before him.

The top pulled out of the bottom’s throat with a lewd pop. Then he grabbed his cock by the base and slapped the bottom with it. The audible, wet smack did things to Trevor, and he didn’t even know why.

The video briefly faded to black, and when it returned, the pornstars were in the bedroom. The camera came in tight on the bottom as he clambered onto the bed to lie on his back.

Trevor’s breath hitched in his throat. The guy was smooth and hairless, with a beautifully round ass. He instinctively parted his legs, copying the bottom on-screen as he raised them into the air.

The video then showed the top crawling between the top’s legs. The camera switched angles, viewing the pair from below. The change in perspective was just what Trevor needed, eliciting a moan from him as the top hotdogged his fat cock between the bottom’s ass cheeks.

The hand that isn’t wrapped around Trevor’s cock wandered down from his nipples. His stomach tensed as they brushed over his abs, sending a thrill of pleasure up his spine.

This wasn’t something Trevor had ever tried before. And yet, he couldn’t help himself as his hand continued lower. It was like a compulsion, drawing his fingers past his cock and over his taint.

Trevor stopped jerking his cock for a moment as he slipped his other hand further between his spread legs. He hesitated, questioning if this was truly what he wanted to do.

He was reluctant. Objectively, he knew that it probably felt good. Because no one would bottom if it was horrible. But there was a part of him stubbornly clinging to homosexuality that thought it was a step too far.

Watching the way the bottom’s hole reacted to the top’s teasing was what overcame Trevor’s reservations. The bottom’s pucker twitched and pulsed, almost kissing the head of the top’s cock as it rubbed over the quivering rim.

Trevor slipped his fingers into the cleft of his ass. His hole twitched at his own touch. The heat and the pleasure were so intense and incredible. He never would have imagined it could feel so good.

Without taking his eyes off the video, Trevor resumed his stroking. He rubbed circles around his rim with his index and middle fingers. The rough callouses on the tips of his fingers somehow made it feel even better.

He watched, rapt, as the top’s cock pushed against the bottom’s entrance. He gasped, moaning to himself as the bottom’s hole slowly dilated to accept it.

Trevor released his cock and reached up and over his shoulder to grab the tube of lube on his nightstand. He crushed it in his fist, squeezing the last dregs onto the fingers rubbing against his hole.

He hissed through his teeth at the sudden cold against such a sensitive spot, but it didn’t take long to warm up. He arched his back, raising his legs higher in the air as he pushed his fingers inside him.

The stretch burned. But it wasn’t so bad. The feeling of having something in his ass was better than he expected. And as he watched the top’s dick sink deeper into the bottom, he couldn’t help but dig his fingers further inside his own asshole.

Trevor whined as he stretched around the girth of the two fingers, but his body was nothing if not resilient. He hiked his legs even further up in the air, spreading them wider.

He’d had anal sex before, but never as the receiver. The feeling of his own tight heat clamping around his fingers was an intense sensation he never imagined he would feel, much less enjoy.

An old fling had brought up the possibility of him taking it up the ass, but he’d declined. He’d had no reason to, then. He never would have imagined receiving could feel so good. Every time he pushed his fingers deeper, it made his pucker tingle, and he’d never thought it could feel that way.

Trevor had always imagined that being a gay bottom would hurt. While there was definitely some pain, it wasn’t as bad as he thought. And the pleasure more than made up for it.

He couldn’t help himself. He needed more. Deeper. Harder. He plunged his fingers in and out of his asshole to match the rhythm of the top’s thrusting in the video.

“Fuck,” Trevor muttered. It felt so good it beggared belief. It was tragic how much of his life he’d wasted, not knowing this pleasure was right there for the taking—if only he’d been willing to explore it.

He rocked his hips to meet the motion of his fingers, his cock straining even harder as he finger-fucked his hole. Somehow, it made the rest of him that much more sensitive. Even the rubbing of his back against the sheets was enough to send electric pleasure through him. And the result was his asshole fluttering around his fingers.

Trevor’s chest heaved as he pumped his fingers in and out of his hole. When two wasn’t enough, he added a third, groaning from the burn of his hole stretching around the added girth.

The new and unfamiliar pleasure rocked his body in ways he’d never imagined were possible. His eyes remained riveted on the video as the fucking on-screen reached a fever pitch, the bottom’s cock flopping uselessly around as the top reamed out his hole.

Even though he’d muted the video, Trevor could pretty much hear the bottom’s wanton noises. He could barely even suppress his own.

His fingers squelched as they stretched his hole out and he couldn’t help but wonder what the real thing would be like now that he’d had a taste. He didn’t have very long to fantasize when there was a marked shift in the rutting that was happening in the video.

The top grabbed the bottom’s hips, fingers digging into the meat of the bottom’s ass. He gave a few brutal thrusts, losing the even rhythm of his earlier jackhammering.

The bottom’s entire body tensed. His back arched off the bed. The one hand he had on the sheets gripped them so tightly the knuckles turned white.

Were the audio not muted, Trevor was sure he would have heard a high-pitched keening. The bottom’s cock strained and swelled so prettily for the camera, pulsing a few times before finally shooting thick ropes of sticky white cum into the space between him and the top.

The scene worked Trevor up into a frantic desperation. Lewd squelching filled the air as he finger-fucked himself with abandon. He wanted to come so badly he was willing to try anything after two hours of torture.

Maybe, he thought to himself, playing with his ass was the secret to getting him the climax he so craved. And it seemed he was right. The harder he fucked himself with his fingers, the closer he seemed to get to the edge.

He released his cock and bit his knuckles to suppress the noises that threatened to spill out of him. He flipped over, the bed creaking as he moved onto his hands and knees.

In and out. In and out. The noises his now-sloppy asshole made were utterly filthy and depraved, but he couldn’t stop. He was close. So close. His cock was dripping like a faucet.

He was excited. He was almost there. Just a little more and he’d explode. The optimism lasted only a minute or so.

That climax he was so desperate for was always just out of reach. It was torture, unlike any other. He kept going out of sheer stubbornness, but to no avail.

Eventually, he couldn’t continue. He collapsed onto the mattress, whining into the pillow as he jammed his fingers as deep inside his ass as he could.

Trevor had hoped that maybe that last desperate push would get him there, but ultimately it proved as fruitless as all his other attempts. He lay there, stinking of sex and desperation, covered in a sheen of sweat. The orgasm he’d been chasing faded quickly after that.

In the pit of shame, frustration, and overriding horniness Trevor found himself in while he ground his cock against the bed sheets, he remembered something. The words Chimera had said to him their first night together. That if he wanted to come, he’d have to come back.

It was a terrible idea. Easily worse than any idea Trevor had ever had in his life. The last thing he wanted to do—the last thing a hero should be doing—was consorting with the enemy.

But he was desperate. And he knew it deep down. He wasn’t going to be of any help to anyone while he was feeling the way he was. And that was a weakness. A weakness way too many people would be more than happy to exploit.

So if there was even the smallest chance that Chimera could fix what was wrong with him, Trevor had to take it. Because the alternative was unthinkable. And he sure as hell couldn’t go on like he was doing—not if he wanted to remain a respectable father figure and member of the community.

Trevor got up from bed and toweled off. He took extra care to clean his dick, fighting down moans as the coarse fabric rubbed against his shaft.

Getting dressed was a bit of an ordeal. He didn’t have much in the way of clothes that could be appealing. And if he wanted to increase his chances of getting the antidote, he figured he had to impress Chimera. The only thing he had was his body, and he needed to really sell it.

After a minute, he picked out a pair of black briefs. They weren’t the most flattering, but they fit well. He also found a tank top that was a size too small for him—probably one of the boys’ that got mixed in with his laundry—but it was pretty much the kind of thing he needed.

The top barely managed to contain his considerable pecs. His chest stretched the fabric taut. His nipples practically peeked out past the straps. His abs were visible through the shirt, too, the tank top seemingly suctioned to his midriff with the way that it followed the contours of his musculature.

Trevor managed to also find a pair of compression shorts he’d not used in years. He pulled them on and walked over to the mirror to see how he looked in them. They made his ass pop and really accentuated the shape of his cheeks. The kind of thing he figured Chimera would appreciate.

He couldn’t afford to be caught walking around looking like a tramp, so he went for a hoodie and pulled it on over his tank top. It was just long enough that it covered the top of his compression shorts, hiding the obscene dick-print that his insatiable erection was making.

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Trevor had to walk through the dining room to go downstairs. The only problem was that Tristan and Marcus were both there, having breakfast.

“Fuck it,” he told himself. He just had to play it cool.

When Trevor walked in, Tristan looked up and cracked a small smile. “Come eat with us, dad,” he said.

Trevor shook his head. “I gotta head out for a bit,” he said.

Marcus quirked an eyebrow. “I thought you had work today, dad?” he said.

Trevor’s heart skipped a beat. Shit. “The site called and said I wasn’t needed anymore—” It wasn’t strictly a lie, even if he didn’t know for sure. In all likelihood, he was fired since he’d no-showed. “—So I’m going to take care of a few errands.”

“You’re going out like that?” said Marcus.

Trevor looked down at himself, the tips of his ears heating up. “I’ll be jogging between errands,” he said.

Marcus squinted. He was obviously still skeptical, but he didn’t press the matter. “Will you be with us for dinner, then?” he said.

Trevor pursed his lips. “Uh, probably. But don’t wait for me if I’m late,” he said.

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Trevor pulled the hood over his head and put on his mask as he walked up to the address where he’d met Chimera the first time. The warehouse was still there, looking as dilapidated as ever on the outside.

While he was still feeling pretty horny, it wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t pay attention to his surroundings. Even though the complex seemed empty, it was pretty well-guarded. There were at least a dozen guns aimed at him from the main building, and some of the nearby ones as well.

Although he could definitely snatch bullets out of thin air using his inner energy, he wasn’t so skilled that he could disrespect a dozen snipers. He held his hands up to show that he wasn’t armed—not that he was ever truly defenseless since his body was his greatest weapon.

“I’m here to see Chimera,” said Trevor as he walked up to the door.

The henchman standing next to the door pushed it open. “The boss is upstairs,” he said with a suggestive little smirk. “I’m sure you know the way by now.”

Trevor flushed, his cock twitching in his pants. Once he was inside, he stripped off his hoodie and handed it over to one of the nearby guards.

He felt exposed, especially when one of Chimera’s goons whistles appreciatively at him. They were all looking at him hungrily and yet, somehow, it didn’t put him on edge at all.

If anything, it felt weirdly good to be the subject of such naked desire.

Trevor went up to Chimera’s room and walked in. He stopped just past the threshold, eyes widening when he saw the criminal sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread and nursing a massive erection.

His mouth ran dry. He gulped audibly. Chimera’s cock was huge. And even though he was able to visualize it before, the memory didn’t do the real thing justice.

“I was wondering when you’d come visit again,” said Chimera. “Honestly, I was starting to worry you’d forgotten all about me.”

Trevor took a breath. He had to focus. “That’d be impossible, considering what you did to me,” he said, fighting tooth and nail to maintain his composure.

Chimera chuckled. “I’ve been told I have a pretty talented mouth, so I’m not surprised you can’t stop thinking about me.”

Trevor’s cheeks turned scarlet. “I-I wasn’t talking about that!” he said. “I was talking about the shit you sprayed in my face. I’m so fucking horny! And I can’t even come!” He wasn’t usually so crass, but his nerves were so frayed his inhibitions were a little loose.

“Is that what you came for? An antidote?” said Chimera. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Trevor nodded. He tried to avert his gaze from Chimera’s cock, but even just seeing it in the periphery of his vision was enough to make his cock throb.

His mind turned unbidden to the video he’d watched. He remembered how the bottom had deep-throated the top’s pornstar cock. The way the bottom had taken the fat hog in his ass.

Chimera smirked. He reached behind him and retrieved a small ampoule. It contained a faintly phosphorescent pink fluid. “Have you been enjoying the aphrodisiac, though? It’s one of my new formulas, and I honestly think I’ve outdone myself.”

The question snapped Trevor out of his reverie. He grit his teeth. “It’s a plague,” he said. “I’m so damn horny I can barely function.”

“Well, that is the point,” said Chimera. “Shame you’re not enjoying it, though. I mean, most guys wouldn’t complain about being able to jerk off for hours on end.”

“Not me,” said Trevor testily, even though there was a part of him that found the prospect intriguing.

“Oh, well. Anyway, I’m willing to give you the antidote. But if you take it, that’s the end of our little friendship. I’ll send you home after,” said Chimera.

“Perfect. That’s what I—”

Chimera smirked and grabbed his cock by the base. He shook it toward Trevor. “Let me finish. Alternatively, you could give up on the antidote.”

“Why would I? No. I want the—”

Chimera held the ampoule next to his fat dick. “You sure?” he said with a little smirk. “Is that your final answer? Because if there’s anything else you want…”

Trevor gulped audibly. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He knew what choice he was supposed to make as a hero, as a father, but Chimera’s cock was right there. It was so big. So juicy. The mere sight was enough to make him salivate.

He licked his lips.