Pretty much every muscle in Leo’s body complained when he tried to get up. He ached all over. While his stomach had taken the brunt of the beating, his nipples, cock, balls, and ass were pretty sore, too.

The first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t on a bare concrete floor. He was in a pretty comfortable bed. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t quite manage to sit up—it was just too painful—so he couldn’t help but just fall back down, his head bouncing off the soft pillow.

Leo had no idea where he was, and he couldn’t help but wonder what Chimera was playing at. He wasn’t in a cell of any sort—at least, he didn’t think so. He was in a bedroom, and not one that was made up just for him. The place was tidy, but clearly lived in. The lighting was warm and actually rather cozy.

He figured it was probably a trap. He felt oddly comfortable and secure, but he was convinced it was a ploy. To make matters worse, he didn’t see McInnes anywhere, which was worrying.

Leo’s heart dropped. Chimera must have taken McInnes elsewhere. He had to get out of here. He had to save McInnes. He’d failed once already, and he wasn’t exactly in the best condition, but he had no choice.

Just then, the door to the room opened. McInnes walked in, looking harrowed. He did light up, though, the moment that he noticed Leo was awake. “I was worried about you,” he said. “I feel much better now that you’re up.”

All thoughts of escape fled Leo’s mind. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said. “I didn’t trust that he would keep his word.”

“They let me go unharmed. Well, that guy’s goons could have been gentler, but they were perfectly respectful,” said McInnes. “I hope you don’t mind I brought you to my place. I didn’t know where you lived, so… And anyway, I figured you wouldn’t want that information getting out.”

Leo’s cheeks flushed. Maybe he’d blocked it out, or maybe it had just slipped his mind until he was more awake, but he’d just remembered that McInnes had been there. For everything.

His stomach turned. The weariness weighing on his shoulders wasn’t just physical. He felt humiliated. Violated. It wouldn’t have been so bad except for the fact that McInnes had been there, forced to be a witness to his ineptness.

But it was worse than that, wasn’t it? Leo thought to himself. Because he hadn’t just been so helpless against Chimera, his body had responded to the abuse. He’d gotten hard. He came from getting his ass split open with a big, fat dildo. And all of that after he’d promised McInnes that he would protect him.

Leo had to wonder how much credibility he even still had in McInnes’ book. The way he’d acted wasn’t very heroic. It was pretty pathetic, actually. In the end, he hadn’t managed to do anything but humiliate himself and expose just how much of a pervert he’d become.

McInnes must have noticed the distress on Leo’s face because he hurried over and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. He placed a hand on Leo’s arm and said, “Don’t worry about what happened. No matter what, I still think you’re a hero,” he said.

“There’s one thing that guy forgot,” said McInnes. He got up and returned with a comic. It was a SuperInk Comics original, from before they were ColdCross Comics.

It would have been worth a fortune if it were in better condition, but Leo somehow liked it better the way that it was. It was old. Very old. The edges of the pages were fraying and crumbling. But it was clearly well-loved.

McInnes had opened the volume to the exact page without even looking—almost as if he’d done this before—and the comic showed a series of panels where the titular hero, Gigaman had suffered a particularly devastating defeat.

“Heroes suffer the occasional setback, just like everyone else, but what makes them heroes is that they get right back up,” said McInnes as he flipped a few pages ahead to Gigaman confronting the villain and, this time, coming out victorious.

“It might take the help of their friends, their family, the people they love, and the people that support them, but they get back on their feet. They get stronger every time they get knocked down.”

McInnes set the comic book aside and squeezed Leo’s hand. “And when the time is right to face the villain again, they win in the end.”

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. McInnes had meant every word. Even though he wasn’t nearly as good as Marcus at this sort of thing, he could tell.

It helped. It helped a lot. It soothed his bruised ego, yeah, but more importantly, it filled him with warmth. The only other times he’d felt this way were when he was with family, so he was grateful. “I’m glad I have someone like you in my corner,” said Leo.

McInnes waved Leo off. “I’m just stating facts,” he said. “I’ve had my fair share of stumbles and what I’ve learned is that the important part isn’t sticking the landing. It’s getting up even if you do end up landing on your face. And besides, I’m nothing special. I’m just saying what I think you need to hear.”

Leo chuckled. He gave McInnes a genuine smile. “The fact you still believe I can protect you is what makes you special,” he said. “I can’t say I’m an expert, but I think that kind of genuine faith is rare. I don’t know if I would be as trusting if the situation were reversed.”

McInnes blushed. “Stop it,” he said. “You need to focus on recovering. I know you guys heal faster than the rest of us mere mortals, but I also know you took more of a beating than your regular joe could take.”

He squeezed Leo’s hand. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re welcome to stay with me as long as you need to. The important thing is that you don’t go until you’re well enough to.”

Leo smiled at McInnes. “Thank you,” he said. “I mean it.”

“Well, don’t thank me yet,” said McInnes. One of the things he’d come into the room with was an ice pack. He took it in hand and moved the blanket draped over Leo out of the way. “This might sting,” he said before gently pressing the ice pack against the colorful bruises on Leo’s abs.

Leo sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His abs seized the moment the ice pack touched his skin. Pain lanced through him but, thankfully, the discomfort didn’t last overly long. After a moment, it stopped feeling so bad.

McInnes gently placed his hand on top of the ice pack. He looked Leo directly in the eye and said, “I hope it isn’t too cold.”

Leo shook his head. The longer the ice pack was on his stomach, the better he felt. The cold didn’t just ease the pain, it also soothed the turbulence in his internal energy.

As the flow of his qi smoothed out, his body’s rate of recovery sped up to where it was supposed to be. “You don’t know how special you are,” he said as he reached up to caress the side of McInnes’ face.

Leo had to admit, he didn’t feel very heterosexual right now. He’d had his ass ravaged by an excessively fat black dildo, but this was what tipped things over the edge. And if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t care. The fact that McInnes didn’t pull away made his heart race.

McInnes reached up, his fingers lightly brushing along the back of Leo’s hands. His fingertips traced Leo’s knuckles, his touch as light as a feather.

Leo didn’t think he’d get the opportunity again if he missed it now. They weren’t in the woods this time. Chimera wasn’t around to interrupt things, or at least he hoped that was the case.

He slid his hand down the side of McInnes’ neck, wrapping it around the man’s nape. He pulled him down, their lips finally meeting.

McInnes was surprised at first, shocked into stillness, but only for a heartbeat. Then he was kissing back.

Leo couldn’t even describe how intensely joyful the sensation was. He felt like a full pyrotechnic show was going on in his head, lightning coursing through his veins.

A tiny voice in the back of his mind questioned whether he should be doing this, but he never for a moment considered pulling away. It felt good. It felt right.

And while Leo didn’t want to come across as a pervert, he couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up out of him. He leaned into the kiss, arousal stirring in his loins.

His cock was rock hard in record time, the sensitive head rubbing against the underside of the blanket draped over him. He didn’t have to look to know that he’d made a decent tent, one that he hoped would at least be a little bit impressive to McInnes.

But there was something else that Leo noticed, something that made him reflexively break the kiss with a gasp. His ass had clenched involuntarily while his cock rose to full hardness, and something wasn’t right. Something was still inside him.

Aware now, Leo couldn’t help but feel uncomfortably full. McInnes’ presence and the kiss had distracted him, but now that he knew it was there, it was impossible not to notice. His asshole was still wedged open around the girth of the dildo that Chimera had used on him.

Cheeks burning, Leo looked at McInnes in disbelief and said, “Why didn’t you take it out?”

McInnes shook his head. He squeezed Leo’s hand. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That guy told me he had one more condition—that I wasn’t to remove it or let it fall out until you woke up. I had to do it in case he was watching…”

Leo’s cock didn’t get any softer now that he knew the dildo was inside him—and that McInnes had made sure it stayed inside him. If anything, he got harder. It was wrong. It was perverse. But the thought that McInnes had gotten roped into his humiliation and degradation—the fact that he’d had the damned thing lodged inside him the whole way to McInnes’ apartment made his cock jump.

He grabbed McInnes arm and squeezed reassuringly. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice somewhat strained. Not from pain, but rather from the effort of fighting down the worst of his arousal. “I-I’m glad you did what he said. Your safety is the most important thing to me.”

McInnes gave Leo a small smile.

Leo tried not to lick his lips. Gods. His cock was so hard. His head was so fuzzy. It was so difficult to hold on to his clarity of mind. “B-but if you insist on making it up to him… I-I’m awake now.”

McInnes nodded.

It didn’t seem like McInnes had gotten Leo’s implication. “Chimera didn’t tell you what to do after I woke up, right?”

“No,” said McInnes. “The instruction was just to keep it inside you while you were out.”

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe he was asking McInnes to do this. He wasn’t looking forward to this. And he hated that he had to ask McInnes to do this for him.

The dildo was huge. He expected that it would be as difficult to take out as it was to put in. The thing was, deep down there was a part of him that didn’t want the thing taken out.

It was sick. He knew that. It was filthy. It was depraved. But the more aware that he was of the dildo, the hornier he got. He felt so full and so sensitive he was pretty sure he could feel every single vein and ridge on the dildo’s rubber shaft and that was making him leak.

“I really am sorry,” said McInnes.

Leo shook his head. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said. “B-but if you really want to make it up to me… H-help me take it out.”

McInnes nodded resolutely. “I-I’ll try to make it as easy on you as I can.”

Leo resisted the urge to moan as he grabbed the blanket to throw it off him. If he could have had his way, he would have asked McInnes to leave the room while he took care of things himself. As it was, he was afraid that he’d just end up fucking himself with the dildo if he tried to do it alone.

A part of him enjoyed the perversion of it. He wasn’t so delusional as to think that McInnes was innocent and pure, but the man was sincere, almost to a fault. The fucked up thing was that he found a masochistic sort of glee in the idea of drawing McInnes into this twisted, depraved thing that he had somehow gotten involved in.

Leo hesitated as he was moving the blanket off his body. He didn’t want McInnes to think that he was getting off on this situation. At least, that was the way he wanted to feel. But he did want McInnes to think that. He almost wanted to prove it. To show McInnes that he wasn’t the hero McInnes thought he was.

It was awful. Leo badly desired the tenderness he’d felt when he and McInnes kissed, but he also craved the brutal humiliation and degradation that he’d so far experienced under Bart and Chimera.

Leo’s heart raced. He ripped the blanket off him, his cock straining in the air. Gingerly, he rolled over on all fours, pushing his ass in the air. The sooner the dildo was out of him, the better. It was making him so fucking horny and he wasn’t thinking straight.

It wasn’t like he had anything to hide from McInnes at this point. Not as far as his body was concerned, anyway. McInnes had been forced to watch his humiliation already. It was all stuff that McInnes had seen before.

“W-what do you need me to do?” said McInnes.

Leo hung his head, his shoulders hunching as he tried to hide the pink in his cheeks and ears. “G-grab the base. I-I’m going to push it out. I-I just don’t want it shooting off or falling out of me to make a mess.”

“O-oh. Okay.” McInnes nodded. “I’m ready.”

Leo bit back a moan as McInnes’ touch jostled the dildo inside him. His cock throbbed and he could only hope that McInnes was too preoccupied with keeping the dildo stable to notice.

He bore down on the rubber dick, pushing with his guts until he managed to shift it. A quiet whine spilled out of him. It felt better than he’d expected, though he supposed it only made sense. It felt good on the way in and the way out while he was getting fucked. There was no reason that would change now.

Leo stopped for a moment. He was sweating. He was panting. His shoulders heaved with every ragged breath. It was so intense already, his body teetering on a knife’s edge, and he still felt as if there were miles of rubber cock buried inside him.

Maybe it was a mistake to go slow and gentle. He could feel the ridge around the base of the glans scraping against his insides and it was incredible. Going fast at this point probably wouldn’t do him any good, either, though.

“Are you okay?” said McInnes.

“I am,” Leo panted as he resumed pushing. Little by little, it was getting easier. In exchange, it was starting to feel better than better. He didn’t want to admit it but he was leaking. He was almost as hard as he had been when Chimera was fucking him with the thing and he was making a mess out of McInnes’ sheets.

Halfway through, Leo crossed some sort of threshold. Suddenly, he wasn’t gripping the dildo nearly as tightly. The pressure of his walls pushing on it forced it out and he couldn’t help but moan.

Feeling the dildo start to rush out of his hole, he clenched tightly around the girth of it. But it was slippery with lube and his ass juices. As tight as he tried to clamp around it with his wrecked hole, more and more of it slid out.

Leo moaned, unable to hold back anymore. The feeling of the dildo dragging his insides made his legs tremble. His spine arched and his toes curled when the fat head bumped against his prostate. That was when he realized he wasn’t going to be able to stop.

Clutching the sheets in white-knuckled fists, Leo tossed his head back. He keened as his nuts pulled up against his body, his cock throbbing and swelling.

The final few inches of the dildo slid out. The fat head stirred his insides up. As the crown of the glans pushed past his spasming pucker, he came hard. His cock exploded. The pleasure was so intense that his mind went completely blank.

There were no thoughts, just pleasure. Endless, rapturous pleasure.

---

As soon as the orgasm passed, all the strength drained from Leo’s limbs. He collapsed against the bed, smearing the load he’d shot all over his stomach.

He could barely even think as he came down from the insane heights that he’d reached during his orgasm, but as he regained clarity, he found himself unable to even look at McInnes.

A knot of guilt and shame coiled in Leo’s stomach. For putting McInnes through this. For feeling so good, in a part of him he didn’t want to acknowledge, about roping McInnes into his perversion.

He almost craved and dreaded the thought of how McInnes’ opinion of him must have changed after that shameful display. Part of him hoped vainly that nothing had changed. Another part hoped that everything had—that McInnes now looked at him with contempt.

“W-what do you want me to do with this?” said McInnes. He was gingerly holding onto the suction cup at the base of the dildo, almost as if he were afraid that it would turn into a snake and bite him if he held it wrong.

“No!” Leo said, perhaps a bit too hastily. Cheeks turning a darker shade of red, he tried to explain, “I-I want to keep it. F-for evidence, of course. I-it might have a clue that I can use t-to track down Chimera.”

That was the story he told McInnes. That was the story he told himself. He just didn’t know if it was a story that either of them would believe. Deep down, he wanted to keep the dildo because he wanted to use it again.

“Alright,” said McInnes, “That makes enough sense to me.” Contrary to Leo’s hopes, he didn’t sound much convinced. “I’ll come back with something to help you clean up.”

After McInnes had left, Leo looked at the dildo. It was still glistening with a mix of lube and his juices.

He noticed a small imperfection by the base. He thought it was a blemish at first, but upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a word stamped into the silicone—one that read “Dickdouble.”

---

Leo was out of it. It was the next day and McInnes had insisted that he stay the night despite his protests. He ended up having to make some excuse about why he didn’t come home, but luckily, neither Trevor nor his brothers seemed interested in prying.

He was just glad that he didn’t have McInnes for class today. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy McInnes’ company. He just needed a break. Not because McInnes had put him off by fussing over him, but because being around McInnes brought up strange feelings and questions he didn’t have the answer to.

Another thing was that Leo didn’t want McInnes to see him. He was pretty sure it would compromise his identity. He’d recovered a lot from his injuries, but they hadn’t completely faded.

The last thing Leo wanted was to risk McInnes catching on to his secret identity. He didn’t want the man in even more danger than he already was. Putting some distance between them, even for just a little while, was the right choice. He was sure of it.

There was also another thing on Leo’s mind. It had been bothering him since last night. The brand name on the base of the dildo. He’d tried not to think about it, but he couldn’t seem to get his mind off of it.

Now that he had some free time, Leo looked it up. He could have sworn he’d seen the brand name already and, at this point, he had his suspicions about it.

As soon as he saw the product page, he regretted searching the brand up in public. The toys were manufactured by a company called DIQ, but the “Dickdouble” line was special. They were custom toys modeled after real cocks—usually their owners’.

Leo’s cheeks turned pink and then darkened into a shade closer to scarlet. His face got hot. His pants got tight, especially at the front. Now that he knew the dildo was likely cloned, he couldn’t stop thinking that it was modeled after Chimera’s.

Loath as he was to admit it, he’d enjoyed having the dildo inside it. It was perverse. It was wrong. He shouldn’t be fantasizing about a criminal dick, of all things, but he so vividly remembered the orgasms that toy had given him.

Leo had never come so hard that his mind just went blissfully blank. He’d thought it felt good when Yuri was fucking him, but the dildo was on another level entirely. And if it was what he thought it was, now he couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to have Chimera’s actual cock inside of him.

He buried his face in his hands. This was embarrassing. Peering past the gaps in his fingers and the edge of the table he was sitting at, he could see the obscene outline that his stiff cock made in the front of his pants.

It was insane. He needed to get a handle on himself. He needed to get a grip. But fuck, if the thought of Chimera personally breaking him in didn’t send his heart racing.

Leo couldn’t take it anymore. He had to take steps. The insistent need between his legs was driving him up the wall. He needed to at least talk to someone, but preferably, they’d give him their cock. Hard.

McInnes obviously wasn’t an option. And he wasn’t so desperate that he’d go looking for Bart given the state he was in. No. There was only one choice.

Leo fished his phone out and sent a message to Yuri. “Hey, are you free?”

---

Leo let himself into Yuri’s dorm room. He closed the door behind him, but stopped just past the threshold.

He took a breath. The walk over hadn’t gone particularly well. It wasn’t like anyone had accosted him, but, alone with his thoughts for the few minutes that it took to get from his building to the student residences, things had taken a bit of a turn.

Leo was still incredibly, almost debilitatingly horny, but now he felt just as morose. It’d finally set in that despite what McInnes might have said, he’d still failed to uphold his promise. He’d failed to protect McInnes.

He was feeling quite brittle and vulnerable. Looking at Yuri, he couldn’t help but just take a moment and take in the sight. His friend was an attractive man, and he did have some feelings for the guy. But it wasn’t anything like what he felt toward McInnes.

Yuri was in bed, sitting with his back against the headrest. He was shirtless, wearing just his pyjama bottoms. His tablet was perched on his knees, reading something intently.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Yuri looked up and gave Leo his winning smile. “Hey,” he said, setting his tablet aside.

“Hey.” Leo pushed himself off the door and slung his bag from his shoulders as he walked over to Yuri’s bed. He sat down on the edge, shoulders slumping.

“Well, you’ve certainly looked better,” said Yuri. “What’s bothering you? And don’t bother pretending. It’s pretty obvious.”

“I can’t say exactly what, but… I’m pretty sure I fucked up,” said Leo.

“What did you do?”

Leo sighed. “Well, it’s more like what I didn’t do? Or I dunno… What I couldn’t do. What I wasn’t able to do.”

Yuri crawled over to Leo. He sat down with his legs under and to the side of him. He put a hand on Leo’s shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze. “What happened?”

Leo slumped further. It was as much a sign of where his thoughts were at, and an attempt to hide the way that his cock was twitching just from Yuri’s touch.

The arousal was there, present and steadily encroaching, but it also made his stomach churn. It reminded him of how he’d failed to keep his promise to McInnes.

Leo met Yuri’s gaze. “I told someone they could rely on me. That I would look out for them and that they could lean on my strength for support. But then something happened—don’t ask, I don’t want to talk about it—and I completely humiliated myself. I was totally powerless to stop it.”

He rested his head on Yuri’s shoulder. “How are they supposed to trust his word? How can they lean on my strength? How can they rely on me to look out for them? I tried to show that I was trustworthy, but it backfired. I feel like I’ve blown my chances with that person.”

Yuri stroked the back of Leo’s head. “I think you’re overthinking this, man. Is this someone you just want to impress? Or do they mean a lot to you? Do they care about your wellbeing?”

Leo thought about it for a moment. “Well, I don’t think he’d have done the things he did for me if he didn’t care,” he said. McInnes had gone to great lengths to make sure he recovered well, even welcoming a stranger into his home. “Well, I do think he cares about me, too.”

“There’s your answer,” said Yuri with a laugh. “It shouldn’t matter. The fact you were brave enough to make that promise was what was important. And I’d like to think you were sincere about it, too.”

Leo nodded resolutely, looking over his shoulder at Yuri. “I meant what I said. Every word.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Yuri’s mouth. “Then I’m sure he knows that.” He squeezed Leo’s shoulder. “I don’t know what happened. I’ve never seen you this down before. But you should just think of it as a hurdle. Something to overcome. You can pick yourself back up, can’t you?”

Leo chuckled. “I think so,” he said, starting to feel better.

“Then that’s how you prove yourself,” said Yuri. “By going on even when you trip. How would you feel if the situation were reversed? If this person was the one that promised to protect you but got victimized instead? How would you feel?”

Leo shook his head. “I didn’t think of it that way,” he said, “but I think you’re right. Thank you. It felt like this whole thing had just suddenly swallowed me up. I’m glad I have a friend like you.”

He shivered when he felt the heat of Yuri’s breath on his shoulder. “Well, I’m glad to be able to help. But save your concerns for tomorrow, yeah? Right now, I think what you really need is a distraction. And I know just the thing. If you want.”

Leo sucked in a sharp breath. Yuri’s hand had found its way between his legs. He had to admit. Yuri made a good point. He could use a distraction.

As much as he wished he were stronger, the complicated feelings were too heavy of a burden to shoulder. He’d come back to them. He’d deal with them, eventually. But right now, he wanted to just not have to think about them.

If anyone knew how to take Leo’s worries away, it was Yuri. The tension in his shoulders pretty much melted away just as soon as Yuri started squeezing him through the fabric of his pants.

Leo didn’t bother to stifle the moan that came to his lips this time. He couldn’t bring himself to care. He bared his heart, letting himself vulnerable for once. He felt Yuri’s free hand slot into his and he said, “Don’t you ever get tired of sex?”

Yuri laughed. “What a stupid question. Do you think you would ever get tired of it?” he said with a quirked eyebrow.

Fair point. “No,” Leo laughed as he shook his head.

“Maybe I’m doing a bad job of distracting you if you’re still asking these kinds of questions,” said Yuri. “Or maybe you’re just broken. Don’t you know how good it can feel to fuck someone?”

Leo chuckled, his cock throbbing at Yuri’s tender ministrations. If Yuri wanted to distract him, Yuri was doing a great job. It was as if he could think of nothing else, the pulsing, insistent need between his legs taking over.

“I may have forgotten,” he said with a coy little grin. “Maybe you can remind me?”

“You know I’d only be too happy to oblige,” said Yuri with a smirk as he slipped his hand out of Leo’s grasp. He reached for something, bringing a vape pen to his lips. The plastic casing was a matte black but as Yuri took a long drag off of it, etched patterns like circuit lines in the casing pulsed a gentle purple light along their length.

Leo watched this happen, alarm bells ringing in a distant part of his mind. He was intrigued, though, seeing the immediate flush in Yuri’s cheeks and the way that the lump in Yuri’s pants twitched in response.

The corners of Yuri’s mouth curled in a little smirk. It was as if he knew that Leo was watching him closely. His lips parted a little, letting some vapor spill out.

Leo watched the cloud almost shimmer in the light before Yuri sucked it back down. He leaned back as Yuri straddled his hips, his cock twitching in his pants as their crotches pressed together.

There was an inscrutable glint in Yuri’s eyes as he leaned in. He caught Leo by the nape of the neck, their faces drawing closer as he went for a kiss.

Leo hesitated. A voice in the back of his mind told him he needed to stop this. That he something was off and that he needed to get away before something bad happened.

There was just one thing: Leo was too fucking horny. His lips met Yuri’s and as soon as they did, it occurred to him that Yuri hadn’t breathed out yet.

Yuri met Leo’s gaze, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. His chest expanded as he took a breath in through his nose, and then he breathed out through his mouth.

Leo’s eyes widened. His mouth tingled as the vapor from Yuri’s lungs entered him. It tickled the back of his throat.

Reflexively, Leo could only breathe in. He expected to cough and splutter like his first and last ill-advised attempt at smoking a cigarette, but the purple smoke went down with ease. It filled his lungs with a smooth, cool, and almost sensuous caress.

What followed was heat. It blossomed in his chest and spread from there to the tips of his fingers. He couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, his head hazy with arousal.

Leo’s whole body felt warm. His dick somehow felt half again as sensitive as it was supposed to be. The sensation of his cock head rubbing against the fabric of his underwear alone was enough to send tingles of pleasure up his spine, and the heat of Yuri’s hand on his crotch was almost too much on top of that.

They parted and a cloud of vapor escaped Leo as he breathed out. It lingered in the air in front of his face for a moment before harmlessly dissipating. “W-what was that?” he said almost breathlessly.

“VNM,” said Yuri. “It makes sex amazing. If you thought getting fucked was mind-blowing before, you can’t even begin to imagine how good it would feel on VNM.”

Leo hesitated. Trevor had always warned him and his brothers about the dangers of drug use. No matter how harmless or recreational the drug might be, Trevor emphasized that no good could come from dabbling.

He had to admit, he’d been curious a couple of times growing up, but he’d always managed to resist. It was better not to tempt fate. It was all too easy to get addicted. Growing up in their neighborhood, the evidence of that fact was all around them.

Yuri chuckled. “It’s okay. It’s not like it’s a hard drug. It just gives you a little high. Makes you more sensitive. I promise there aren’t any effects you wouldn’t like.”

“I-I don’t know about that…”

“Come on… We’ve been friends forever. Surely, you can trust me by now?” said Yuri.

Leo had a vague inkling that something wasn’t quite right about what Yuri had said. He couldn’t put a finger on it, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t deny that Yuri was making a good point either, though. Yuri had never given him a reason to distrust him.

“Just do it once,” said Yuri. “You can stop whenever you want. It’s not addictive at all. You might get hooked, but that’s just because it makes sex feel so good.”

Leo chewed on his lower lip. “Isn’t that just as bad?”

Yuri shrugged. “You’re strong,” he said. “You’re not so weak you’d get addicted to the stuff after one session, are you?”

Well, that was true, Leo thought to himself. He’d learned martial arts. Trevor had taught him martial discipline. And besides, he was an esper. His body processed these sorts of things differently. He knew for a fact that it was very difficult to get Marcus even slightly buzzed, so he had a feeling this VNM stuff was going to bounce right off him, anyway.

“Alright.” Leo’s cock twitched. This was it. He’d managed to do it. He’d talked himself into trying it out. It was just one time, anyway, like Yuri had said. He couldn’t imagine it going horribly wrong when he was only trying it once. “Let’s do it.”

“Great. I was hoping you’d say yes,” said Yuri. He took another deep drag off the vape. This time, instead of holding it, he pressed his lips against Leo’s and shared the VNM with him.

Leo’s mind swam as the taste of VNM and Yuri’s mouth mingled on his tongue. He couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, his hips bucking when Yuri’s hand slid into the front of his pants to wrap around his dick.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. It felt like every single nerve in his body was tingling. It felt even better as a thick haze descended on his thoughts, stifling that tiny voice in the back of his mind that was desperately trying to tell him that something was wrong.

Leo gave himself to the pleasure, his tongue sliding alongside Yuri’s as he humped his cock into the loose ring of Yuri’s fingers. The worries in the undercurrent of his consciousness faded away, replaced by the pleasant numbness that the VNM brought with it.

Yuri slipped off of Leo’s lap and onto the floor. His deft fingers made short work of the button on Leo’s skinny jeans, and then the pants themselves as they, along with Leo’s underwear, were pulled halfway down Leo’s thighs.

Leo’s cock sprang up, sticking straight up from between his legs. He felt the warmth of Yuri’s breath on his shaft, and then suddenly the heat of Yuri’s mouth on the head of his cock.

Tilting his head forward, looking down to the space between his legs, Leo met Yuri’s gaze. Something mischievous and impish twinkled in Yuri’s eyes before he suddenly swallowed Leo to the hilt in one smooth motion.

“Fuck!” Leo couldn’t help but cry out, one hand flying on top of Yuri’s head. The sensation of the hot, wet tightness of Yuri’s throat around his cock defied description. It was incredible. It was amazing.

Leo savored the feeling until he felt something narrow and rectangular pressed into the palm of his hand. It was the vape that Yuri had used. Any other time, he’d have hesitated before bringing it to his lips, but not on this occasion.

His heart raced in his chest as he pushed the button on the side of the vape, lighting up the purple circuit lines etched into the plastic case. He took a hit and a long one, taking a slow drag off the mouthpiece of the vape to fill his lungs with a thick cloud of VNM.

Gods. The way the heat spread throughout his body from that single lungful was nothing short of divine. Between the pleasure of VNM soaking into his body and Yuri’s throat wrapped around his meat, it was only too easy to get lost in the sensation.

Leo took another hit off the vape. He vaguely remembered that he was only supposed to do it once, but he couldn’t fathom why. It tasted so good and it felt so good he couldn’t think of a single reason to stop.

He lost track of time, sucking more and more VNM into his lungs with every toke that he took off of the vape pen. And since Yuri seemed satisfied to just bob between his legs, pleasuring his cock with his throat, he felt no urge to do anything differently.

Leo barely even noticed when the door opened. Well, he did notice. He just found it incredibly difficult to care. At least, until Yuri pulled off of his cock.

Blinking, Leo couldn’t help but stare at his spit-slathered cock straining in the cool air and glistening in the light. He couldn’t understand why Yuri had stopped, why Yuri wasn’t paying any attention to him anymore.

Yuri was getting up from the floor, wiping the corner of his mouth as he did so. He smirked as he looked at whoever had entered the room.

It took Leo a moment to register that Bart’s goons had arrived without their ringleader. He’d have made a face upon seeing them, but the only thought that came to mind was how good they looked.

Leo remembered vaguely that Bart’s two most loyal thugs should have been laid up in the hospital for a while yet. But here they were, so obviously, he’d been lied to.

“Is he done?” said one of the goons.

Yuri laughed and shrugged. “No, he’s not done. But if you’re asking whether you can take him, you can.”

The other goon grinned. He came up to Yuri and put an arm around Yuri’s waist. He very visibly groped Yuri’s ass as he said, “Thanks, babe. I knew you could bring him around.”

Yuri snorted. “It wasn’t exactly difficult to convince the fag,” he said with a laugh.

The other goon walked over to where Leo was sitting on the bed and bodily hauled him off the mattress. “Come on!” he said to the other goon. “We don’t want to be late!”

Yuri and the other goon reluctantly broke apart. “You should follow,” said the goon.

“As soon as I’m decent,” said Yuri with a wink.

“Well… You don’t have to be,” said the goon with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

Yuri booped Leo’s nose as the latter was being carried out of the room past him. “I wouldn’t want to distract from the guest of dishonor,” said Yuri, a downright devilish glint in his eyes, “And I wouldn’t want to miss out on sampling the entertainment either.”

Leo was too out of it to fully understand what was happening. He only got the vaguest sense that he’d been betrayed and that something bad was about to happen to him.

Yuri patted Leo on the cheek. He leaned in, his voice low and gravelly with need. “You’re going to make such great entertainment for the party tonight.”