Tristan stared at Chimera as he walked out of the VNM haze. He had to admit, it was a textbook villain entrance. It wasn’t exactly unexpected, either.

Now that he had a moment to think about it, it made sense. There was no reason to make the debasement of Daniel and Ravi so public unless it was to draw him out.

There was just one thing that Tristan hadn’t anticipated. The alarm bells in his head were all going off. He could practically feel waves of danger wafting off of Chimera.

Tristan thought it was just because of the outcome of their last encounter. It hadn’t gone well for him and his brothers, after all. He remembered very distinctly how it had felt to have Chimera’s poison eating away at him.

This was different. His instincts were screaming at him. He wasn’t just having a reaction to a strong foe that had defeated him once already. He felt as if he were facing a predator head-on.

Tristan didn’t know what could have happened since their last meeting, but it couldn’t have been clearer that Chimera wasn’t the same villain he used to be. Chimera had gotten stronger, and if Tristan had to bet, he would have put his money on it having to do with why VNM was so widespread.

He had no idea if VNM being everywhere directly contributed to the strength he was feeling from Chimera. There was no real way to know, especially when it came to espers. It didn’t really matter, anyway. He had to defeat Chimera, in any case.

Chimera stepped forward. His face was hidden behind the black polyglass visor on his helmet. There was a casual confidence in his step. He almost seemed dismissive—as if he didn’t see Tristan as a threat. That was a mistake, but Tristan wasn’t about to call his enemy out on it.

“I was honestly afraid you might not make it this far,” said Chimera. The sneer in his voice was evident. “So congratulations, I suppose. You’re more resourceful than I thought. Although, to be fair, I did have to leave a few hints.”

Chimera chuckled. “I guess credit where credit’s due. You still managed to put together all the clues to get here at the right time. This has been a very fun game of hide and seek.”

Tristan scowled. Every muscle in his body was tense. He wanted to attack Chimera, but there was no telling how the villain might have reacted if he acted without thinking. “This isn’t a game,” he said. “People’s lives are on the line. Families are at stake. You’re ruining futures? And for what?”

He flung his arms wide, yellow-orange flames wreathing his skin. He gestured vaguely at what surrounded them and continued, “What’s the point of all this? You can’t be making money on this venture. I know you’re giving this shit away for free. It’s practically candy!”

Chimera laughed. “You shouldn’t quit your day job,” he said. “Leave criminal enterprise to the criminals. It isn’t as simple as charging a fixed cost for a popular drug, man. I don’t care about the street price. Distributors are free to charge for VNM or give it away.”

The dim light from the nearby neon signs glinted off of the polyglass visor of Chimera’s helmet as he turned toward Tristan. “Anyway, I’m not going to explain any of this. This isn’t the comic books. I’m not going to do a villain monologue where I give away every detail of my dastardly plan… Not that I would have expected you to grasp it, anyway.”

Tristan bristled at the implication. “I may not be a detective, officially, but I’m not fucking stupid,” he said. “You might think you’re better than everyone else, but it’d be good for you not to underestimate people. Least of all, me. You’d be surprised what people are capable of when pushed.”

Chimera snorted. “I, of all people, understand that deeply,” he said with a laugh. “There was a time I thought I’d never make anything of myself. And yet, here I am, helming a grand criminal empire. I’m unstoppable.”

Tristan shook his head. He took a deep breath, sucking down the first lungful of clean air he’d had in days. “You might feel that way right now,” he said. “But you’re wrong. My team will put a stop to this. We’re going to tear down everything you’ve built and put things right. Restore sanity to this place.”

Chimera laughed. “Are you so sure?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Because the way I see it, people prefer it this way. And you say your team will stop me, but where’s that team, exactly? Unless you mean your two cop buddies? Because from where I’m standing, I doubt they’ll be of much help.”

“That’s damned right, Sir,” said Jimenez with a grin. He gestured dismissively at Ravi. “That one’s little more than a drooling fuckhole at this point.” He swatted Daniel’s ass, thrusting his hips a few more times, much to Daniel’s apparent delight. “And this one’s well on its way.”

“STOP!” Tristan snarled, the flames on his body leaping higher and burning hotter as he glared hatred at Jimenez. He turned his attention on Chimera and added, through gritted teeth, “It’s true. I’m alone right now. I came here in a hurry.”

Chimera chuckled.

“I thought I might be able to save my friends if I was fast enough. I should have brought backup and I’ll own that, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight, was I?” said Tristan. “Not thanks to you, anyway. But that was just luck. I know how to fight VNM now, and I’m not going to be letting my guard down again.” As if to emphasize the point, he allowed his fire to flare out, casting a brief flash of yellow-orange light across the plaza.

“You’re getting away with this for now, but not forever. Maybe I don’t stop you today, but I will. One day. Maybe I’m not enough alone. I won’t be alone for long.” Tristan clenched his hands into tight fists.

“I’ll come back with my team. And that’ll be the day all of this stops.” Tristan dropped into a combat stance. “In the meantime, I’m going to do my fucking best to stop you.”

Chimera laughed. There was nothing but derision in his voice. “That’s cute,” he said. “But I think you’re mistaken about one thing: whether it’s you alone or your entire team, you won’t be enough. Besides, I doubt the rest of your little group will be coming together anytime soon.”

With one gesture, Chimera set his henchmen on Tristan. “It’s time to put an end to this farce,” he said as his men ran past him. “Talking isn’t getting us anywhere, and I’m a busy man with things to do. I don’t have all day to deal with a wannabe hero.”

Tristan’s temper flared. A vein popped on his temple. The flames wreathing him burned even hotter as he hopped back to avoid dealing collateral damage to Daniel and Ravi.

Chimera’s henchmen came at Tristan from every angle. Unlike the police, who’d come at him one after the other, Chimera’s goons fought with the trained precision of a team of fighters.

Tristan had to push himself right from the start. The henchmen were much improved from their first encounter. It was clear they’d been learning how to fight—from whom was an open question.

The front-liners wielded electrified stun batons that, despite the protective Qi enveloping Tristan’s body, still managed to numb the places they struck. The back-liners, on the other hand, used dart guns and thrown weapons that complicated Tristan’s movements, leaving him little space to dodge the oncoming attacks unscathed.

Tristan’s heart raced in his chest. He’d never been this pressured by low-level goons before. A single blow wasn’t going to take him out, but a well-placed one was going to slow him down.

Chimera’s men were pressuring Tristan enough that he knew he couldn’t risk slowing down. Just a moment of complacency would leave him vulnerable. It was a challenge, he had to admit. He hadn’t faced its like in a long time.

The more Tristan fought Chimera’s goons, the more he recognized the moves they were using. Martial arts, and not dissimilar to the ones his family practiced.

The men weren’t particularly good. Their individual skill level was amateur, at best, but the fact they knew how to fight at all explained why they were such a threat. Taken together, they were enough to push even Tristan back. The numbers advantage wasn’t something that could be dismissed out of hand.

Tristan growled. It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. These guys were just henchmen. They weren’t even that good. They just knew how to fight like a well-oiled machine. It almost felt like an insult.

The frustration Tristan felt built with every blocked strike and caught projectile. His fire burned hotter and hotter—to the point that his opponents couldn’t attack him blindly—but the fact they were still trying irritated him.

The purple haze in the air turned yellow-orange from the reflected light as Tristan’s anger reached the ignition point. The henchmen immediately around him were flung back with explosive force. The ones standing further away were knocked on their asses.

Tristan looked at Daniel. It hadn’t looked like the flames had reached that far, but he had to make sure he hadn’t accidentally hurt his friend.

To his relief, Daniel seemed unharmed. Less pleasant was the blank, blissed-out look on the older detective’s face. He turned his gaze to Jimenez, relishing in the brief look of apprehension that flashed across the corrupt cop’s eyes.

Jimenez managed to quickly regain his composure, though, looking down his nose at Tristan as he gripped Daniel’s hips tighter and snapped his hips forward.

The delirious moan that the thrust elicited from Daniel echoed through the plaza, stoking Tristan’s fury even higher. But Tristan couldn’t waste his time on small fry like Jimenez when the ringleader was right in front of him.

As much as he was loath to leave Daniel at Jimenez’ mercy for the moment, he had to. He murmured a quiet apology to Daniel and promised himself that he would make up for it when this was over.

Tristan then turned to Chimera and flung his arms behind him. Imitating moves he’d only ever seen in media that dated from before the first espers came about, he pushed jets of flame from the palms of his hands. They didn’t do anything until he pushed more and more energy into them, compressing the flames until they were screaming.

The jets acted like rocket engines, propelling Tristan forward with all the force of a missile. He took advantage of the momentum, smashing past the henchmen standing in his way.

He stopped briefly at the foot of the steps leading up to the display platform and launched himself into the air with a little hop. He angled himself, pushing his powers to the limit as flames streamed behind him in a rippling pennant that Chimera’s henchmen had to scramble away from.

The wind roared in Tristan’s ears as he shot toward Chimera. He intended to exploit the higher velocity to knock Chimera away, or at least force the criminal on the back foot, but Chimera held his ground.

Tristan had no time to adjust his trajectory, even when Chimera dropped into a low, stable stance to receive him. The world seemed to slow as he inched closer and closer until, suddenly, impact.

The knee Tristan had intended to ram into Chimera’s chest with all the force of a rocket had been caught. Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, as if the world was taking its time to catch up to the clash that had just occurred. Then, the silence was shattered by the clap of a shockwave blasting out from where Chimera’s hand had stopped Tristan’s attack.

What followed was the crunch of concrete as Chimera’s heels dug into the surface of the raised platform. The force of the impact pushed him back, but not nearly as far as Tristan was hoping.

Chimera pushed Tristan’s knee away and drew back up to his full height. He held his arms out in front of him, his stance impeccable. Then, he motioned for Tristan to come at him.

With no further words exchanged between them, the fight began. Tristan took the initiative, throwing a punch at Chimera’s head. Chimera deflected the first attack and countered with a kick, Tristan sidestepping as the criminal’s foot cut through the air with enough force that it whistled.

Tristan scowled. This went beyond Chimera knowing how to fight. It was as if Chimera knew how to fight him, specifically. As the fight progressed, with blow after blow exchanged, Tristan realized that he just couldn’t get an attack in.

Every opening he showed was taken advantage of, every feint thwarted, every bait ignored. He was better than Chimera. He knew that. He felt that. But Chimera was fighting as if he’d trained specifically to thwart Tristan’s attacks.

Tristan had to confront the reality of the situation. He couldn’t afford to be complacent. He usually held back to avoid injuring anyone seriously—even criminals—but that would only lead to his sure defeat against an opponent like Chimera.

Chimera was keeping pace with Tristan and the longer this went on, the more Tristan would find himself on the back foot. He wasn’t scraping the bottom of the barrel, by far, but he hadn’t come to this fight fully refreshed and energized.

Tristan had to go all out. With Chimera having an answer for everything he’d tried so far, he was left with only one option: overwhelming force. The air around him shimmered as he pushed himself to his limits, jets of fire shooting from behind his elbows and ankles to accelerate his attacks beyond what was humanly possible.

If he weren’t an esper, the force of his strikes would have fractured bones and torn muscles, but he was able to hold out, even if only just. Chimera met him blow for blow, at least at first, but the more that Tristan kept up his barrage of attacks, the more the gap in skill became clear.

Chimera was getting pushed back. Tristan was widening his advantage. He didn’t relent as the blocks became less consistent, as the counters lost their bite.

In a true life-or-death match, there was no such thing as honor. Tristan knew it. Chimera knew it. There were a hundred different ways to make up for a deficit of skill or strength and Chimera didn’t waste any time demonstrating that he knew exactly how to make up the difference.

Chimera played dirty. To supplant his floundering defense, at first, and then increasingly just to keep up. He had gear that Tristan could only dream of—throwing stars and daggers hidden in places Tristan didn’t expect, darts, patches, injectors, and misters, the tools of a master with a broad arsenal of drugs and poisons and a thousand different ways to deliver them.

There was one more problem with Chimera’s tricks. Tristan had his back to Ravi and Daniel—and Jimenez, too, but he cared less about that particular dirty cop—and there was a chance that any projectiles he failed to block or catch might hit the two innocent men.

Tristan focused on moving to the side, forcing Chimera to turn with him, ensuring that Ravi and Daniel were no longer in the danger zone. Unfortunately, it meant that Tristan lost the advantage he’d been pressing.

He blocked Chimera’s dirty tricks as best as he could, but there was no way to anticipate every cheap shot and hit below the belt. He could dodge projectiles, but he couldn’t hold his breath indefinitely against the misted poisons. He could turn away daggers, but he couldn’t stop to remove the patches that were being stuck to every bit of exposed skin that Chimera could reach.

The fight returned to a stalemate as Tristan diverted attention and energy to fighting off the poisons that he could feel making their way through his system. He circulated his Qi, burning it hot and high to expunge the impurities from his body.

Tristan was wondering how long he was going to be able to manage when he realized something strange: he wasn’t getting tired. By all accounts, he should have been getting worn down, but his fire wasn’t just flowing more smoothly, it was burning hotter and brighter.

He barely managed to stop from gasping as it hit him: he was on the verge of a breakthrough. He’d always known it was possible to achieve some form of martial enlightenment in the middle of an intense battle, but he never thought that it would happen to him, of all people.

Tristan shook his head. He had to keep his mind in the game. Now wasn’t the time to be awestruck. He turned all his focus inward, directing every ounce of willpower he had into that little crack in the barrier between him and the next stage in his journey.

He channeled the searing hot flow of his inner fire into that tiny space. If he could only break down that wall, victory would be assured. It was the neatest way to finish this fight. He had to achieve his breakthrough.

Chimera must have noticed what was happening. How he knew the significance was lost on Tristan, but now wasn’t the time to be dwelling on such irrelevant matters.

Tristan allowed himself to be pushed back under the pressure of Chimera’s renewed assault. He had to focus on defense, for one thing. At the same time, the more desperate the situation, the looser the shackles holding him back would become.

He could almost touch the other realm. Just a little more and he was going to get there. Flashing a grin at Chimera, Tristan took the chance to taunt the criminal. “Is that it? Come at me with all you’ve got!”

Chimera paused and then vaulted backward. He landed well out of Tristan’s melee range. After a moment’s pause, he resumed his attack. His hands moved so fast they turned into blurs, giving him the illusory appearance of a many-armed god of combat as he pelted Tristan with a hail of deadly projectiles.

Tristan knew that each one was likely laced with poison. It was almost too much to keep up. He barely managed with his concentration split. It was only a matter of time before he made a mistake, which meant it was more important now than ever before for him to finish his advancement.

Then, disaster. Tristan heard Daniel’s moan behind him. It was enough of a distraction that one projectile slipped past his defenses. A wickedly sharp dart cut through the air with deadly force, aimed squarely at the space between his eyes.

The dart was too fast and too close for him to catch. His instincts were telling him to close his eyes and turn away, but he knew it was too late for that to help.

Somehow, Tristan knew that this was it. This was his moment. He had to confront his potential demise. He looked death in the eye and felt no shred of fear or regret.

“NOT. TODAY!” Tristan roared in triumph as he felt renewed strength flood into his body. The flames on his skin leaped high into the sky, turning from yellow orange to a deep, scarlet red. The dart aimed at his face burned away in a curtain of ruby-red flames that expanded out from his body, turning Chimera’s projectiles to ash before they could even reach him.

Tristan held his arms out before him, a wide grin plastered on his face. He marveled at the bright red flames leaping from his skin. This was his namesake, the reason he’d taken up the mantle of the Ruby Phoenix.

Emboldened, and feeling a new level of fine-grained control over his powers that he never had before, Tristan leaped forward. Flames shot from the soles of his feet, propelling him like a bullet.

He landed lightly on his feet right in front of Chimera and drew his arm back. It snapped forward with a jet of flame erupting from his elbow, accelerating his fist to near-supersonic speeds.

Chimera didn’t even have time to react as the fist impacted the side of his helmet. There was a resounding crash as the polyglass shattered, spraying small, blunt fragments across the ground.

That wasn’t all that the punch did. Chimera was sent flying a couple of feet. He landed with a thud, the back of his helmet scraping against the concrete of the platform.

Tristan followed close behind, eliciting a low grunt from Chimera as he landed on top of the criminal. He felt energized. Triumphant. He couldn’t stop grinning as he grabbed Chimera by the chest, pinning the criminal against the ground.

He wanted to see the shock on Chimera’s face. Nothing was going to be more satisfying. Except maybe the way that expression would morph into pain after he jammed his fist into it.

Tristan found the shocked expression he was hoping for, but his heart seized the moment he realized whose face was wearing it. The man behind the mask was familiar. Close to home. Peter.

The triumphant glee that he felt curdled into something he couldn’t quite describe. Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. His mouth worked open and closed as if he had words to say when he had none.

It was as if the final piece of the puzzle had just slotted into place. The change in Trevor. His brothers being so jumpy. The odd desires that had developed inside of him. It all made sense when he considered that the enemy had been among them all along.

An incredulous, bitter laugh spilled uncontrollably from Tristan’s lips. “That’s why you were so confident,” he said almost breathlessly. “You… We… We were compromised from the beginning!”

Chimera stared wide-eyed at Tristan. He said nothing.

Tristan shook his head. He couldn’t believe it. He should have seen it. He should have suspected it, at least. “Fuck!” he yelled at no one in particular. How could he have missed it?

Doubt swirled in Tristan’s head, but he took a breath to center himself. There were other matters to attend to. “You were sorely mistaken if you thought it would be enough to worm your way into our lives,” he said. “There’s just one thing I need to know. One burning question in my mind.”

Chimera startled when Tristan drove his burning fist right into the concrete beside his head. He looked genuinely shaken. As if he hadn’t anticipated this outcome.

Tristan couldn’t help but grin. There was something so satisfying about beating an overconfident foe, and this was no different. “What? Was this not part of your calculations?” He laughed bitterly. “I can see why you thought you were unstoppable. I have to give it to you. You are a criminal mastermind…”

He reached up and removed his mask. “I suppose this doesn’t matter now, does it?” he said, tossing the only thing protecting his secret identity aside like it was nothing more than a piece of common litter. “To think! To think the schemes went that deep!”

Tristan scoffed. He leaned back and brushed his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been played. I’ll own up to that. But I caught you off-guard too, didn’t I? Well, there’s no use denying it. Your expression says it all. This wasn’t a part of the grand plan, was it?”

The next breath that Tristan took was shaky. He didn’t know what. “I don’t care. I don’t want to play along anymore. You made a mistake underestimating me—just like I told you you would. You’re done. This is over.”

Tristan looked Chimera—or Peter, he supposed—in the eye. “There’s only one reason I haven’t blown your head off yet. I need to know. Why? What was the point of it all? Why me? Why my family? Why go through all this trouble?”

He looked around, reality settling on him like a ton of bricks. “Even if we stop you now, the damage has been done. The things we did at home… The desires we acted upon… It might be finished, but I don’t think we’ll ever recover…”

Tristan’s shoulders slumped. The flames licking at his skin grew colder and smaller. “Even this community. VNM is out there now. Even if we round it all up, someone else is going to try to recreate it…”

He licked his lips. He was almost afraid to ask. But he had to. “What did my family ever do to you?” he said.

---

Chimera seemed to collect himself. He looked Tristan in the eye, scoffed, and said, “What’s so complicated about it?” The corner of his mouth curled into a little smirk, his earlier confidence returning. “I wanted to build a criminal empire. You and your family were just in the way. There’s no need to make this deeper than it is.”

“No!” Tristan punched the ground, concrete cracking under his knuckles as he shook his head. “I don’t believe it. No one goes to these lengths just to get rid of obstacles.”

It was infuriating. How stupid did Chimera—did Peter—think he was? “You’re a poison expert,” Tristan seethed. “My martial arts are supposed to make me resistant. And espers are naturally more difficult to poison. But even now I’m having to fight all the shit that you put in my body, so clearly you had the chance to kill us all at any point.”

Tristan shook his head and laughed, the sound bitter and incredulous. “No. No, no, no. I don’t fucking buy it! The fact we’re still alive means this is about more than just us being in the way.”

He grabbed the front of Chimera’s suit, the flames intensifying once more. The fabric sizzled in his grip. “You’re turning us into a bunch of depraved perverts. The things I’ve done since you poisoned me that first time”—He took a deep breath—“they were things I never wanted to do. Not even deep down!”

Tristan thumped Chimera against the ground. “You broke me down! Turned me against my principles! Just like the rest of my family! You’re turning us into sex-crazed freaks! This is personal. I know it. I can see it in your eyes. You wouldn’t be trying to ruin us like this if it wasn’t.”

Chimera’s expression shifted, utter contempt seeping into those strange, bluish-purple eyes. “Fine,” he said. “If you really want to know. It’s because you and your brothers took everything that should have been mine. It’s because when I needed you to be the heroes I grew up thinking you were, you weren’t there for me.”

Tristan froze. That response wasn’t the one he’d been expecting. “What…” A cold knot of dread dropped into his stomach. “What does that mean?”

Chimera scoffed. “I’m from around here,” he said. “I grew up watching your dojo from my doorstep. I knew Trevor took in kids from the system.”

Tristan shook his head. “No. I would have remembered.”

Chimera smirked. “When I ended up in the system myself, I waited and waited for Trevor to come pick me up, but no one ever came. No one ever cared. So I had to learn to take care of myself.”

Tristan scowled. “Dad… Dad was just one guy doing his best! He didn’t have infinite resources!”

Chimera’s gaze turned steely. "That one guy promised he would help me if I needed it. Everyone in the neighborhood said their doors would be open to me if I needed somewhere to run. But when they took me away, no one even went looking.

“I learned that lesson very young—no one was going to help me if I didn’t help myself. All I’m doing is setting things right. I’m only taking what should have been mine.”

Tristan clenched his hands. “Look,” he said, his voice maybe a bit softer than it was before, “I’m sorry you had a bad childhood. But that’s most kids in this place! And I don’t see them going psychotic, ruining families and futures, do I?”

He took a breath. “If you really wanted to set the wrongs of the past right, then work on making sure they aren’t repeated! That no one else has to go through what you did! Not”—he released one hand and gestured to the side—“this!”

Chimera laughed. He laughed until he was hoarse, his body flopping in Tristan’s grip as coughs wracked him. “I’ll do that, eventually. I have the money now. But I was mostly interested in taking what’s rightfully mine first.”

Chimera sat up—as much as Tristan would allow him to, anyway—and he looked Tristan in the eye with a confident smirk. “Why this neighborhood? Why go after your family? Why use VNM? Because all I ever wanted was love. And boy does everyone love me now. All for giving them the most mind-blowing pleasure they’ll never get anywhere else.”

Tristan scowled. His gut twisted. He saw the madness in Chimera’s eyes, the vicious, insane obsession. At the same time, he was reminded of everything he’d experienced until now, arousal briefly cutting through the clarity afforded him by his inner fire.

The truth was, Tristan could empathize with Chimera. If things had been different, it could have been him on the ground right now. Whether he sympathized with the criminal or not, one thing was clear: there was only one way this was going to end.

“There’s no helping you,” said Tristan. He didn’t expect to sound so forlorn. “I’ve tried to get through to you but… You’ve made this your life. Your everything. This won’t stop until you have what you want.”

“What I deserve,” Chimera hissed.

Tristan shook his head. His anger subsided, making way for steel resolve. This wasn’t a triumph, just the sad, sad consequences of a failed system.

“Don’t hate me,” Tristan said quietly. “I tried, but now I know I shouldn’t have. This is where this ends. Maybe you’ll learn what real love is wherever they send you once I’m done with you.”

The flames clinging to Tristan’s body burned intensely hot. During his fight with Chimera’s henchmen, his flames had rampaged, lashing out with the same fury that he felt. This time, they were focused. Determined. Just like he was.

Tristan wound up to knock Chimera out but hesitated when the criminal started laughing maniacally. “You’re right,” said Chimera, a grin spreading across his face. “You shouldn’t have tried. Because now it’s too late for you.”

That was it. Tristan had had enough. He wasn’t going to play these games anymore. He swung his fist, his knuckles blazing. Then, his fire sputtered.

At the moment of victory, Tristan felt his grasp on his powers slip. His flames winked out, like a candle flame in a storm.

He looked down, eyes widening when he saw strands of shimmering golden Qi looping in and out of his chest. “DAD?!”

---

Tristan didn’t have the time to be shocked. With his inner flame disrupted, he discovered that he hadn’t been burning the VNM away at all, just holding it at bay. With the purifying heat of his fire gone, all the poison his body had been holding at arm’s length slammed into him with a vengeance.

“Nnngh!” Tristan moaned as his whole body locked up, his cock surging to full hardness. A moan came to his lips, arousal unlike anything he’d felt before, burning him up from the inside where his inner fire had once been.

For a few moments, the twitching, throbbing, pulsing need between his legs was the only thing he could think of. Even the sensation of his cock head rubbing against the inside of his suit was too much.

Tristan’s hips bucked involuntarily. His eyes rolled back in his head. His toes curled. His spine arched. His fuckhole twitched, itching to be filled. A long, low moan spilled from his lips as he creamed himself in his costume—entirely handsfree.

Tristan was in no state to resist when Chimera gave him a light shove. He landed on his side with a quiet thump and a grunt, arousal pounding through his veins. Fuck. He was so horny.

He rolled over onto his stomach. He turned his face to the side so he could rest his cheek on the ground just as he braced his knees against the concrete. A low moan spilled from his lips as he arched his spine and pushed his ass into the air.

His hamstrings wobbled as his hole clenched and unclenched, a low moan coming to his lips as he felt cum trickling down the inside of his thighs. He bucked his hips, waving his ass around while also humping his cock against the fabric of his suit.

Tristan couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. He was so fucking horny the only thing he could think about was how badly he needed cock.

---

Chimera watched Tristan unravel with a smirk. He sat up and grabbed the hand that Trevor had proffered, relying on the bigger man’s strength to get him back up on his feet.

He looked down at Tristan, the corners of his mouth twisting into a contemptuous smirk. It was always so entertaining to watch someone so righteous come apart under the strain of such intense arousal.

Chimera checked his suit as soon as he was up. He tugged on the fabric, rubbing his thumb over the scorched, half-melted fibers where Tristan had grabbed it. “It’s a good thing I’ve got spares,” he said offhandedly.

Trevor chuckled. “But I hope you keep this one,” he said, his voice low and desirous as he traced his fingers over the jagged border of broken polyglass where Chimera’s visor had once been. “The battle-worn look is a good one on you.”

“Incorrigible,” Chimera muttered with a shake of his head, and still, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you okay?” said Trevor as he reached a hand up to Chimera’s face.

Chimera gently brushed Trevor’s hand away. “I’m fine” he said. He didn’t need the reminder that he’d made a mistake—a misstep that could have cost him everything if he didn’t think to call Trevor over in the heat of the moment.

Trevor took Chimera by the chin. He was firmer this time, brooking no objection, but his touch was still surprisingly gentle.

“I really am fine, you know,” said Chimera.

“Shh.” Trevor put his index finger on Chimera’s lips before moving on to brush his thumb over the growing bruise on Chimera’s cheek.

Chimera flinched. It hurt more than he expected. Clearly, the adrenaline was wearing off.

Strands of golden Qi seeped into the bruise, healing the injury in the blink of an eye. Trevor looked over the spot once more but seemed satisfied with the results. “There. Now, you’re fine,” he said.

Chimera shook his head and rolled his eyes. He hadn’t missed the little smile that had tugged on Trevor’s lips. “Stop looking at me like that,” he said.

Trevor cocked an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like you’re proud,” said Chimera with a laugh. “Because I know it’s not me you’re proud of.”

“Hey! Now, don’t go putting words in my mouth. I’m proud of you, too. You held your own against him pretty well. Not bad for a beginner,” said Trevor with a grin. Then, he dropped his voice and added, “In any case, if you’re going to put anything in my mouth, I’d rather it were something besides words.”

Chimera laughed, shoving Trevor’s shoulder. “Right now?” he said.

Trevor shrugged. “What can I say? You turned me into your bitch,” he said, licking his lips as he grabbed Chimera by the waist and drew him closer. “But anyway, I’m still a dad. I can’t help but be proud of my kids when they do good.”

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting it to happen,” said Chimera.

“I always knew he was going to break through sooner or later,” said Trevor with a chuckle. “He’s misguided right now, but we’re about to fix that, aren’t we? We’re gonna bring him over to the right side?”

It was Chimera’s turn to cock an eyebrow. “Do you even need to ask that question?”

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It took a foot nudging at his shoulder for Tristan to realize that Chimera was talking to him. “Do you understand now? It was never a fight you and your brothers were going to win.”

Tristan felt a chill run down his spine.

“Trevor’s my man now,” said Chimera with a snide laugh. “And if the patriarch of the family’s been turned out—if he’s so addicted to my big fat cock, he’s willing to betray everything he taught his kids, what hope could those kids have?”

Hearing those words, Tristan couldn’t help but moan. He’d thought that he was about to end things, but maybe he’d been dancing to Chimera’s tune the whole time.

He didn’t know. He couldn’t know. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know. There was one thing that was certain, though: with Trevor on Chimera’s side, victory was impossible.

Tristan was done. The fight was over. The outcome had been decided before his family ever knew there was a fight to be had.

The admission broke something inside Tristan. A low moan spilled from his lips, a stupid little grin spreading across his face as he let go of his inhibitions, of his principles, of his desire to do good by the people around him.

Tristan bucked his ass into the air. He humped his cock into his suit. There was no coming back from this. Chimera had won. And just like his dad, he was going to belong to Chimeras before long. Just like his brothers.

The image of himself kneeling at Chimera’s feet flashed through Tristan’s mind and it was enough to push him over the edge. He keened as he came for a second time into his suit, defiling it with his perversion—with his weakness.

Tristan had fallen. His whole family had fallen. They were all going to be reduced into cock-crazed, fuck-hungry sluts and fuck if that wasn’t a massive turn-on. He couldn’t even think of why he’d fought it for so long. It was clear that he had always been destined for this.

Trevor licked his lips. He grabbed his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants. “It looks like he’s just about ready,” he said as he looked down at Tristan. “What do you think, babe? Should we seal the deal together?”

Tristan’s heart skipped a beat. Together? Did that mean his dad was going to…? Fuck, he thought to himself, writhing on the ground as a fresh wave of arousal pulsed through his body.

He knew he should have been disgusted at the prospect of his dad doing things to him, but he didn’t think he’d ever been harder. He couldn’t help but moan, his asshole twitching and winking with his desperate craving to be filled.

Tristan raised his eyes to the pair standing over him. Trevor was in his Golden Dragon costume, the white and gold of his suit a stark contrast to the black and purple of Chimera’s.

Trevor and Chimera looked good together. Tristan didn’t know why, but Trevor’s subservient, deferential posture to a man nearly half his size was so titillating to see.

Adding to the effect was the aesthetic of the pair’s respective costumes. They represented the reality that Tristan was now having to confront: good bowing its head to evil. The villain triumphant and in command. Fuck, it was so hot.

Chimera turned to Trevor with a raised eyebrow. He laughed and said, “I’d have turned you out sooner if I’d known you were such a depraved little slut, deep down,” as he reached up to cup the side of Trevor’s face. “Fine. We can do this together. By the way, did you come from work?”

Trevor nodded. “I wasn’t in a scene, though,” he said.

Chimera laughed. “More’s the pity,” he said. After a moment, he reached into his suit and fished out a necklace. Fortunately, it hadn’t been damaged by Tristan’s fire. A gold key dangled off it like a pendant.

Casting a brief sidelong look at Tristan, the corner of his mouth upturned in a wicked little smirk, Chimera told Trevor, “Strip down and present.”

“Yes, Sir!” said Trevor. Even before giving his verbal acknowledgment of the order, he was already doing as he was told. He didn’t even have to think twice, doffing his costume in record time.

The only thing that stayed on was the mask, though Tristan didn’t have the wherewithal to wonder why. The only thing he could think of was how hot it was to see his father still wearing the mask while the rest of his shredded, muscular physique was on full display.

The only part of Trevor that wasn’t shown off in all its glory was his cock. It was locked in a gold cage, straining against the metal bars and leaking profusely. Chimera, it seemed, had the key.

Tristan, even in his state of extreme arousal, was somewhat taken aback. He had never imagined that his dad would be the kind of guy to let someone else control even his erections. Trevor had seemed so independent, so in charge all his life.

A low, desperate moan spilled from Tristan’s lips. He reached behind himself, rubbing his hole through the fabric of his pants. The fact that Trevor was still wearing the mask was a double-blow to everything that Tristan had ever known. It wasn’t just Trevor that belonged to Chimera. It was Golden Dragon, too. The heart of their team. The pillar of their home.

Tristan’s mind went back to the rhetorical question that Chimera had posed not too long ago. What hope did he and his brothers have? None. There was no hope. There was no escape. Their only option was to fall in line, to be depraved, demeaned, degraded, and reduced to playthings for Chimera.

With a smirk, Chimera tapped Trevor’s straining cock and said, “Bit eager, are we?” he said.

Trevor nodded. “Yes, Sir! Just excited to bring more of my family under your thumb, Sir!” he said with a wide grin.

“Slut,” Chimera teased as he removed the lock on the cage, freeing Trevor’s meat from the tube that had been constraining it. As soon as that happened, Trevor’s cock swelled, surging to full hardness. He was so hard that it took Chimera some effort to slip the base ring of the chastity cage off his junk.

Tristan’s eyes went wide. He knew his dad was big, but he’d never seen it hard. His ass fluttered. As wrong as it was, he wanted it. He needed it.

It was dirty. Perverse. Filthy. But he couldn’t help himself. Not that it mattered. He was trash, anyway, far from the hero he liked to pretend he was. He was nothing but a pair of warm holes for men to use—men, that was, including his own adoptive father.

Chimera stowed the cage away before rubbing the outline of his cock through his suit and turning his attention to Tristan. Holding eye contact, he reached through his suit into the space between his legs and fished out his cock. Somehow, it was even bigger than Trevor’s.

Tristan was instantly obsessed. He was drooling before he even knew it. He never imagined he could be such a cock-hungry slut but when presented with two incredible pieces of meat, there was little else he could think of than how badly he needed both inside of him.

Chimera walked around and knelt behind Tristan. There was a distinctive hiss as he extended the claws of his gauntlets, using them to cut into the seat of Tristan’s pants.

Fabric that had survived a dozen different battles and the intense heat of Tristan’s burning Qi shredded with little to no resistance, exposing Tristan’s bare ass. A low moan spilled from Tristan’s lips, his hole pulsing with need and very nearly sucking in the finger that Chimera rubbed over it.

“This is your last chance,” said Chimera, amusement clear in his voice. “If you want to run, regroup, and come back with what meager support you can manage, I won’t stop you.”

Tristan’s breath hitched. A part of him—a tiny part—wanted that opportunity more than anything. It was a slim chance, he knew that, but it was a chance. If he had the ability to fight to save his family—to save himself—then surely, he had to take it.

But no. No. Tristan was tired. He didn’t have the strength to raise his head, much less to fight Chimera and his own adoptive father. It was too much. He just wanted to be done, even if that meant embracing his degradation.

Chimera pushed the tip of his finger into Tristan’s hole. It slipped in easily. “Once I put my cock inside you, I’m not going to stop until I’ve broken your hole in—until I’ve broken your will to my own.”

Tristan moaned. His hole fluttered around Chimera’s finger. He didn’t want to run. He had no desire to escape. There was no point—it was an unwinnable fight—and if he was going to lose anyway, wouldn’t it be better to have a good time while he was at it?

Sure, Tristan was supposed to be straight. But fuck. He was hooked on dick. He wanted it. Needed it. He didn’t care how degenerate he looked or sounded, he just wanted to get his hole pounded until he forgot his own name. “I just want to be a good little fuckhole!” he mewled.

Chimera laughed. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, swatting Tristan’s ass with his free hand.

The crack of Chimera’s fingers sharply striking his ass cheek sent a bolt of electric pleasure straight up Tristan’s spine. He didn’t know why it felt so good, only that it made his cock jump and his hole spasm around Chimera’s finger.

“You certainly adapted quickly,” said Chimera with a laugh. “We might make a good little bitch out of you yet… But that said, I don’t think I need my newest fuckhole to be mouthing off while I claim him so… Babe, if you would be so kind, why don’t you plug his facehole and keep that pretty little mouth busy?”

Trevor knelt in front of Tristan, his enormous cock hovering right in front of Tristan’s face. He was grinning, practically from ear to ear, a prideful glint in his eyes. “That’s my boy,” he said as he gently cupped Tristan’s chin. “I knew you would make the right choice. It’s gonna be so much fun having you on the right side.”

A low moan spilled out of Tristan as he took a breath and got a lungful of his adoptive dad’s heady, masculine musk. I was intoxicating—more so, even, than VNM.

“I’ve been wanting to sample these sweet lips for a while,” said Trevor as he ran his thumb over Tristan’s lower lip. “So what do you say, son? Are you gonna be a good boy and swallow daddy’s dick? You can do that, right? I’m going to be so proud of you if you can take me all the way to the root.”

Tristan’s heart skipped a beat. The disconnect between Trevor’s tone and the words he was saying was jarring. It was perverse. Taboo. Wrong. But it was also so fucking hot.

He stared at his dad’s beer can cock bobbing up and down in front of his face, his mouth watering like nothing else. All his life, he’d tried to live up to Trevor’s example. All his life, he’d worked hard to give Trevor something to be proud of. This case was no different.

Tristan pulled himself up and placed his hands on Trevor’s thighs, his fingers digging into the tight, shredded muscles of his adoptive dad’s quads. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the side of Trevor’s cock, running his tongue in a long strip up along the underside.

He closed his eyes and groaned, a shiver working its way through his body. The taste of his dad’s cock was like nothing else. It was incredible. Addictive. The moment that faintly salty muskiness touched his tongue, he knew he would never be able to have enough.

Tristan opened wide when he reached the tip of Trevor’s cock, catching the stream of pre-cum on his tongue before wrapping his lips around the blunt cock head. He swirled his tongue around the glans, tracing the ridge of the crown as he looked up into his dad’s eyes.

Heat rushed to Tristan’s cheeks when he saw the look of approval in Trevor’s eyes. It also lit a fire under his ass, his nails digging into Trevor’s thighs as he used them for leverage while working his lips down the length of Trevor’s monster.

“Good slut. So eager,” said Chimera with a laugh. He seemed content to watch Tristan working over Trevor’s cock for the time being. “You sure raised a bunch of cock-hungry bitches, didn’t you? Like father, like sons.”

Tristan could only moan. It was humiliating. Degrading. Not that he could contradict what Chimera was saying. He was cramming his adoptive father’s fat cock down his throat and waving his asshole at a criminal.

Trevor was so big. Tristan had swallowed one cock before—Owynn’s—and that had felt impossible. Trevor’s was a level beyond. It was so thick that he struggled, no matter how much he tried to relax his throat.

Tristan was nothing if not determined, though. He crept his lips inch by inch down Trevor’s cock, swallowing his dad’s dick into the warm, wet tightness of his throat.

Although Tristan had already opened his mouth as wide as he could manage, Trevor’s fat cock was so thick it was wedging his jaw further open still. He almost didn’t think he would be able to take it, but he managed. He could handle a little soreness if it meant making his dad proud.

It took him a while, but eventually, Tristan managed to swallow Trevor’s hog all the way to the base. It involved a lot of choking, spluttering, gagging, tears, and snot bubbles, especially along the final few inches, but he did it. He managed, somehow.

Trevor ran his hands through Tristan’s hair. He beamed down at him, practically radiant as he grinned. “Fuck, buddy. I knew you could do it! Look at you with your pretty lips wrapped around daddy’s big, fat dick…”

It didn’t hit Tristan until then that yeah, he did have his dad’s dick buried in his throat. Every last inch of that monster cock was lodged in his gullet. He could feel it pulsing and throbbing, leaking pre-cum straight down his throat into his stomach.

“You look so good with your cheeks bulging around Daddy’s juicy cock, baby boy,” Trevor groaned. “I can’t believe you ever thought you were straight. I mean, just look at you, Tristan! You were born to be a cock-sucker. I’m so glad Chimera brought out this side of you.”

“That’s a bit self-serving, isn’t it?” said Chimera with a laugh. It seemed that with Trevor’s dick firmly buried in Tristan’s face, he was ready to fill Tristan from the other end.

Chimera tapped his cock on Tristan’s crack. He hotdogged Tristan’s ass cheeks, sliding his dick up and down between the two thick mounds of muscle. “Very last chance to back out,” he teased as he pressed the head of his cock up against Tristan’s hole. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Babe.”

Tristan couldn’t help but be amused. His dad may have been deferential to Chimera, but he knew that tone. That was the voice Trevor used when he was having a “dad” moment.

“What?”

Tristan recognized that voice, too. He’d used it a lot, himself. It was the indignant, slightly confused response that the first voice often got in reply.

“You can’t give him that choice,” said Trevor. “All my kids are adults, but they’re still young. Sometimes they make stupid decisions. God, I remember being their age. I was such a fucking dumbass. Don’t give them the opportunity to ruin a good thing!”

Chimera laughed. He squeezed Tristan’s waist and leaned in, making sure to speak right into Tristan’s ear. “You hear that, slut?” he said. “Your own dad doesn’t want you to have a choice in this. He doesn’t want you to have the chance to save your family from me. He doesn’t want you to have a say in whether you’re going to give your sweet little pussy up to me. How does that make you feel?”

Tristan could only gurgle out a moan past the girth of Trevor’s cock. The fact his dad wanted him to be subjugated and brought under Chimera’s control was just way too fucking hot. He didn’t think he’d ever been more erect. His cock was straining so hard he felt like it could blow at any minute.

Chimera chuckled. “Honestly, I’m inclined to agree. So let me walk that back. You have no choice. I’m going to claim you. I’m going to break you. I’m going to make you mine.” He reached back with one hand, lined himself up, and pushed his hips forward.

Any worry Tristan might have had about having a third hands-free orgasm was dispelled as he felt his hole stretch around the blunt head of Chimera’s cock. Objectively, he knew it was bigger than Trevor. Subjectively, it felt like it was twice as big as it started to spread him open.

Chimera was so big that Tristan felt like he was going to break. His hole burned from the stretch. His grip on Trevor’s thighs tightened to the point that his knuckles turned white. It was what he needed to do to cope.

Tristan gurgled around his dad’s fat hog as Chimera mercilessly pushed into him, wedging him open with his cock head. There was a brief reprieve as the head slipped inside Tristan, but then Chimera wasted no time beginning the process of cramming every inch of his considerable endowment into Tristan.

Chimera swatted Tristan’s ass cheek. The impact was sharp. Crisp. Tristan jolted from the unexpected pain, his ass stinging from the strike, his hole involuntarily clamping down around the girth of Chimera’s fat cock.

“Fuck,” Chimera hissed. “I should have guessed you would be hot inside. Literally. And so fucking tight, too. Clearly, you’ve never taken anyone as big as me.”

If Tristan weren’t impaled face-first on his dad’s cock, he would have shaken his head. Instead, the best he could manage was a grunt.

“You might think it won’t all fit, but that’s not my problem,” said Chimera, pressing down on Tristan’s tailbone with one hand while pushing with his hips. “Besides. Let me let you in on a little secret: it will fit. One way or another.”

Trevor chuckled. “That’s right, babe. It’ll fit. I know it will,” he said.

Turning his attention to Tristan, Trevor cupped the side of Tristan’s face and said, “You’re doing such a good job, baby boy. You’re taking Daddy’s dick so well and you’re doing such a good job swallowing Daddy’s owner’s big, juicy cock.”

Tristan flushed as Trevor’s thumb rubbed slow circles over his cheeks. His cock pulsed with need, his whole body awash with arousal. Trevor’s praise felt so good. He was talking about filthy, perverse, degrading things, but Tristan could hardly feel insulted when he was being called a good boy.

“I’m so proud of you, Tristan. You’re so good at choking down fat hogs,” Trevor cooed. “I should have known my son would be as big of a slut as me.”

Tristan might have been offended at being called those things once upon a time. No one normal would want to hear their dad saying those things. But he wasn’t normal, was he? He was a failure. A loser. A bottom-feeding, scum-sucking, worthless, sub-human cock-sleeve who only ever pretended to be a hero.

Trevor’s praise for Tristan’s sluttiness made Tristan feel just as warm and fuzzy inside as when Trevor expressed his pride at Tristan graduating from college. It filled him with profound satisfaction, opening him right up.

Chimera’s cock slid inside Tristan even easier from that point. It was still so huge that Tristan felt like he would crack in half at any moment, but it also felt so fucking good.

Tristan flinched as he received another swat on his ass cheek. The sharp pain sent a bolt of lightning down his spine, making his cock throb. He groaned, gurgling around the girth of his dad’s cock lodged in his throat as Chimera’s grip on his hips tightened.

The pressure in Tristan’s ass spiked as Chimera leaned into him. “I think I’ve been patient enough,” Chimera growled, pushing into Tristan with such incredible strength that he overcame what little resistance that Tristan could even muster.

Tristan’s thighs shook. His hole clenched. His inner walls fluttered. He was so fucking full he didn’t know what to do. It was intense. It was incredible.

Even during the train that the club patrons had run on him and Marcus, he never got a cock in his mouth and in his ass at the same time. Now, he did, and one of those fat cocks was even his dad’s.

Tristan wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, but his cock had never been harder. He should have been fighting, but he wanted nothing more than for both men to start fucking him in earnest—as if he needed any more evidence that he was the lowest of the low.

He was filth. Dirt. Not even when Owynn had fucked him into a dumpster full of literal garbage had he felt as trashy. But he loved it. He loved how depraved he’d become. He didn’t understand why it made his cock so hard, but it turned him on so much that Chimera had reduced him to this state.

Tristan should have accepted that he was garbage long ago. He would have, if he’d known that it meant doing this—if it meant having fat cock shoved into him in both ends.

It felt so good to give in. It felt so good to let go. He had tried so hard to be successful, but he should have just accepted from the start that he was destined never to amount to much.

Tristan never should have fought Chimera so hard. He should have surrendered. He should have fallen to his knees and begged Chimera to break him, to fuck him, to claim him.

He didn’t want to be a hero anymore. He didn’t want to have a future. All he wanted was to be his dad’s dirty, cock-gargling son. To be Chimera’s stretched-out fuckhole.

Tristan’s cheeks dimpled as he sucked hard on Trevor’s dick. He rocked his hips, fucking his ass and his throat on both cocks buried firmly inside him. They were so big he could feel them stretch him out as he moved. They dragged on his insides, scraping his throat and his guts, sending jolts of electric pleasure through him.

If Tristan hadn’t had a cock in his throat, he would have been moaning like a cheap whore. That didn’t stop him, though. He gurgled around the girth of his dad’s fat hog, whimpering like the pathetic bitch he’d been turned into.

The cocks inside him felt so good he couldn’t help himself. He writhed and bucked, his stiff cock leaking a seemingly endless stream of pre-cum into what remained of his pants.

Tristan allowed himself to sink deeper and deeper into depravity. He just didn’t care. He didn’t have to hold back anymore. He could feel as good as he wanted, could enjoy taking cock without feeling any guilt about supposedly being straight—about supposedly being a hero.

The voice in the back of his mind that had any objections to what he was doing faded with every buck of his hips. It had been faint already when he started moving, so it didn’t take long until it was just gone altogether—another tether to his old life, to his old self, just severed entirely.

That was when Trevor and Chimera knew that Tristan had adjusted to having their cocks inside him. The moment he started fucking himself on their cocks, they took matters into their own hands, starting slowly, but in perfect sync.

“Didn’t expect it to be that quick, did you, babe?” said Trevor. He sounded outright smug. “I told you not to underestimate my boys. They’re strong.”

Chimera sounded exasperated when he answered. “You’re right. Of course. I should have known better than to question your faith in your boys,” he said with a laugh.

“I was also right about how quickly they’d crumble, wasn’t I?” said Trevor. The corner of his mouth had turned up into a little smirk. There was even a hint of malice in his voice as he added, “I told you they would be such pathetic, weak-willed little bitches the moment you pushed the right buttons, didn’t I?”

Tristan shivered. To hear his dad talk about him and his brothers like this, it was incredible. He should have been insulted, but he was invigorated. His dad thought he and his brothers were bitches. Pathetic, weak-willed little bitches. Fuck. The insults felt so fucking good.

“Again, I have to admit you were right,” said Chimera with a quiet laugh.

In a gentler voice, Trevor said, “Is it going to affect things?”

Chimera hummed and then said, “No, it should be manageable. There’s only one left, after all… It just means we’ve got more of a margin for error.”

A frisson of pleasure worked its way through Tristan. Trevor and Chimera were having a conversation over him, acting as if he wasn’t even there. He didn’t know why, but it made him so fucking horny.

They were treating him as if he weren’t even worthy of their attention. It was humiliating, objectifying, and so, so fucking hot. Chimera and Trevor were acting as if he were nothing more than a toy to fuck while they were talking and it felt so right.

Neither man even seemed to pay attention as Tristan squirmed between them. They just continued their conversation as if they were the only two people there. Tristan supposed they were. He was garbage. Trash. Just a pathetic, desperate, degenerate cock-socket.

“I don’t want any variables, though,” said Chimera. “Marcus was easy since he wasn’t combat specialized and a bit of a slut already. It didn’t take much VNM to flip him.”

“That’s my boy,” said Trevor with a grin. “I’m so proud of him. He makes such a good whore. I sleep hard at night, knowing he’s probably getting his sloppy cunt stretched out by dozens of guys at the club.”

Chimera chuckled. “The punching b—Leo was also pretty straightforward. McInnes was a boon.”

“Can’t get enough of it,” said Trevor with a grin. “McInnes is such a harsh disciplinarian. I’m glad you brought out that part of him. It’s inspiring, really.”

“You better not be thinking of using those techniques on me,” Chimera teased. “As for this one”—Chimera swatted Tristan’s ass—“His fire resisting VNM was unexpected…”

“I told you to watch out.”

“But you also told me he hadn’t figured that part out, yet,” said Chimera. “I expected he’d be able to reduce the effect, not hold it at bay entirely.”

Trevor chuckled. “They’re called purifying flames for a reason, babe,” he said.

Chimera snorted. “Anyway. He was straight to start with. Not much of a natural sex drive, either. Was a bit of an effort to turn him, not gonna lie. And he did still win free in the end.”

“Until you stepped in.”

“Until I stepped in. Right. But then you had to get involved.”

Trevor chuckled. “Still so proud,” he said. “But he still cracked, didn’t he? You just needed a bit of help.”

“True,” Chimera conceded. “Derek’s gonna be a different beast, though. He’s combat specialized. You’ve essentially groomed him to be your successor. He’s even got a stronger sense of duty than you.”

“Yeah, I do worry about him sometimes,” said Trevor. “I feel like he tries to take on too much of the world’s burdens. But what you’re doing should help him loosen up. Figuratively and literally,_” he added, waggling his eyebrows.

Tristan might not have been able to see it, but he could practically feel Chimera’s eye-roll.

“He’s also straight. As far as anyone can tell. So he’s going to be a tough nut to crack.”

Trevor pursed his lips. “What do you want to do about it?” he said.

“Keep this one out of the way,” said Chimera, swatting Tristan’s ass yet again.

Tristan’s ass had been spanked enough times by this point that his ass cheeks felt hot. They were probably red, too—not that he was complaining.

Chimera continued, rubbing his hand over Tristan’s ass cheek while maintaining the same steady rhythm, fucking his cock into Tristan in long, luxurious strokes. “At least until Derek’s been brought into the fold. They all need to be out of the way, really. We don’t want another emotional reaction to provoke an outburst like Tristan’s.”

Trevor nodded. “I’ll keep him away, don’t worry,” he said with a grin. “The other two are pretty busy these days, so I don’t think you’ll have to worry.”

“Good,” said Chimera. “We’re so close.”

“Damn right,” said Trevor. “It feels so good. Fuck. You made me betray my family, babe,” he whispered, his cock jumping in Tristan’s throat. “You made me betray my family for that big black cock of yours,” he added almost breathlessly.

“Don’t act like it was all me,” said Chimera with a laugh. “You’re the twisted pervert that went all-in on this plan after I turned you out.”

“Aw. That’s so sweet,” said Trevor. “Oh, that reminds me…” He reached over to where he’d discarded his clothes and fished out his phone. He flicked across the screen a few times before lowering it to Tristan’s level and saying, “I was reminded that you haven’t seen what Leo’s been up to.”

Tristan instantly knew the video was taken at a frat house. The Greek letters on the wall were a dead giveaway. The frat boys seemed to be partying. The music was pounding. In the middle of it all, the star of the show, Leo. The youngest.

Leo was trussed up and tried to an office chair, getting railed by one of the frat boys. Tristan couldn’t help but moan. The look of utter bliss on Leo’s face was so fucking hot.

The first frat boy nutted in Leo, his O-face captured perfectly on the video. As soon as he’d pulled out, the others grabbed the chair and spun it around. When the chair stopped moving, the person that Leo’s ass was pointing to got up, grabbed Leo by the hips, and started fucking away.

Trevor pulled his phone back and put it away. “Isn’t Leo being a good little fucktoy?” he said. “He’s going to get so much frat boy cock. And from what I’ve heard, those guys are flourishing for having a frat-bitch,” he added with a grin.

“Anyway.” Trevor turned his attention back to Chimera and. “Where did we leave off? Oh, right. About the other kids. Nothing to worry about. I’ll make sure they’re out when the time comes—unless you’ve got something else planned?”

Just like that, Tristan had been reduced to nothing more than a hole. It was as if a switch had suddenly flipped, making his dad treat him as if he were an object, not a person. It was so fucking hot.

Chimera hummed again. “I’ve got an idea, but I think I’ll need a bit to figure it out. A one-on-one might not be enough, but… If we can take advantage of his sense of duty to his family…”

“I think that could work,” said Trevor with a wicked grin.

“It just might…” said Chimera. “Hm. Food for thought.”

“Indeed. But don’t you think it’s about time we put your newest fuckslut out of his misery?” said Trevor.

Tristan looked up at Trevor, his heart hammering in his chest. Trevor and Chimera had been fucking him the whole time, but they hadn’t been fucking him. It was more like they were taking a stroll with their cocks inside him, giving him long, slow strokes.

Trevor grinned at Tristan. “You’re gonna be a good boy for Daddy, aren’t you, baby boy? You’re gonna be a good little fuckslut, right?” He stroked the side of Tristan’s face. “You can take everything Daddy and Chimera can give you, can’t you? I know you can.”

Tristan gurgled a moan past Trevor’s stiff cock in his throat. Of course he could. He wanted what they could give him. He needed what they could give him. There was nothing else he could think of right now, other than just how badly he wanted both men to rail him into oblivion.

“I think that’s a yes, Daddy,” said Chimera, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“I’d say that’s a pretty enthusiastic yes,” said Trevor with a wicked grin and a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Then let’s give the slut what he wants,” said Chimera with a vicious little laugh.

Tristan’s whole body thrummed with anticipation. He felt Chimera’s hand pressing down on his tailbone, the other one tightening around his waist. Trevor grabbed him by the head with both hands and held him firmly in place.

The whole world seemed to slow, bating its breath as the two men wound up for what was sure to be the most brutal fucking Tristan had received yet. Trevor and Chimera both pulled out, both leaving only the heads of their cocks inside Tristan. They paused, giving Tristan the chance to take a deep breath.

Chimera started it. He snapped his hips forward, burying his dick in Tristan’s ass with such force that Tristan lurched forward, impaling his throat on his dad’s dick, which strangled the moan that was about to spill from him.

Before Tristan even had a chance to recover from Chimera’s cock ramming through his guts, Trevor did the same. Fingers clutching tightly at Tristan’s hair, Trevor shoved the rest of his cock into Tristan’s gullet.

Tristan was unprepared. His eyes went wide at the unexpected intrusion. Spit and throat slime squirted out past the corners of his mouth, forced out of his throat by Trevor’s cock.

As soon as Trevor had buried his dick hilt-deep in Tristan’s face, Chimera took his turn. Then Trevor went. Then, Chimera. Trevor. Chimera. Trevor. Chimera. The two men brutally fucked Tristan’s holes in perfect counter-rhythm to one another, leaving no time for Tristan to recover—no time for Tristan to even think.

Needy, pathetic mewling. Gurgled, choking moans. Whimpers, whines, and an assortment of other pitiful, desperate noises spilled freely from Tristan as he writhed between the two men.

Their cocks pounded mercilessly into him. They went faster and harder with every thrust. Their cocks became his world. Nothing else mattered. His measure of time changed from the ticking of a clock to the steady, rhythmic clapping of Chimera’s pelvis against his ass cheeks, followed by the smack of Trevor’s pendulous balls on his chin.

Tristan happily drooled, gurgled, and blew snot bubbles, choking, gagging, and spluttering on the end of his own dad’s dick as he was brutally skull-fucked by the man he’d looked up to for as long as he could remember. It was so fucking hot. He was becoming like his dad, turning into a cock-addicted whore.

Trevor and Chimera rode Tristan hard. They gave him no quarter. They fucked him with their huge cocks, molding him to their shape until it was certain his body would never forget.

The two went harder and harder with every thrust. They knew Tristan was a trained martial artist. They knew he was an esper. He could take the most brutal, animalistic fuck from the both of them and live to see the end of it.

Tristan lost himself to the pleasure, his mind overwhelmed. He wasn’t the only one slipping, though. Trevor and Chimera both were giving in to their instincts. To rut, to breed. Their perfect anti-synchronous thrusts slowly falling out of rhythm as their initial composure gave way to grunts, growls, and muttered curses.

The occasional praise slipped into the pair’s repertoire. Nothing about Tristan himself, but about how good his body was. How hot his holes were. How tight. How sweet. It was objectifying. Degrading. Humiliating. Just how Tristan wanted it.

They fucked right on the platform, largely oblivious as the crowd filtered back in to watch the show. Well, Tristan was oblivious. Trevor and Chimera were probably more aware. Not that they cared.

Tristan had his ass and throat brutalized by the two men for gods know how long. The last dreg of resistance that was left in Tristan was a distant memory by the time that the two men hit their limit.

“I’m close,” Trevor hissed, the first to break.

“Me too,” said Chimera. Tristan could practically hear the feral grin expressed in those two simple words.

“Wanna fill the bitch up?” Trevor growled.

“Well, how else is it going to know its purpose?” said Chimera.

It. It. Tristan moaned deliriously around Trevor’s cock as that one, simple change in pronouns made his cock jump.

“I think that’s our cue,” Trevor moaned, his thrusts growing ragged and desperate.

“Take our cum, you worthless fucking cocksleeve!” Chimera bellowed as he delivered one final thrust of his hips so forcefully it very nearly cracked Tristan’s pelvis in half.

The breath Tristan was trying to take was choked off as Trevor did the same, shoving every last inch of his fat cock down his son’s gullet. He blocked off Tristan’s airway as his dick swelled and pulsed, his balls churning with the heavy load he was about to pump straight into Tristan’s stomach.

Tristan’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head as the first shots of cum painted his insides molten white. That was what pushed him over the edge, his throat and asshole both seizing tight around the cocks buried inside him.

He came hard while Chimera and Trevor were filling him with what felt like gallons of cum. There was so much he could feel it backing up in his throat, squirting past his mouth as Trevor continued to hump his face.

The sensation was so intense that Tristan’s mind went blank as his stiff cock spewed his third load into his Ruby Phoenix suit. As he came down from his orgasm, every ounce of strength he had left deserted his body.

Tristan retained consciousness only long enough to see Trevor grin down at him and say, “Good little slut.”

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Tristan crawled into the conference room at the precinct, stark naked, with nothing but a collar around his neck and a leash clipped to it. The other end of the leash was in his father’s hand.

Once upon a time, Tristan might have felt a hint of shame at the state he was in. Today, he was as hard as ever. His body was flushed with arousal from being so exposed.

Trevor was dressed up as Golden Dragon today, and after entering the room, he walked up to the front, standing next to Jimenez, who was proudly sporting his new rank.

Tristan wasn’t the only police bitch at the precinct. The other two were in “sit” position next to Jimenez’ leg, their leashes held in the officer’s balled-up fist.

Ravi and Daniel had been turned out, too. With Tristan’s failure to save the two, it wasn’t much of a surprise that both men had been turned into fuckholes for the department.

Like Tristan, both ex-detectives were naked, collared, and caged. Naturally, they’d been demoted. Officially, they had been reduced to beat cops. Unofficially, they were under even the interns.

The room was filled with a bunch of men—men who would normally have never walked into a police station of their own accord. They were all pillars of the community, but in the worst way, career criminals in charge of their own little factions.

Jimenez clapped his hands. “Alright! Settle down! I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re here,” he said. “Long story short, crime’s been unacceptably high in the neighborhood and it’s pretty clear traditional reduction strategies aren’t working, so today, we’re launching a brand new initiative.”

Trevor grinned, taking over for Jimenez for the next bit. “Now, it took a lot of effort to get all of you to come in together. Some of you were curious enough to come in on your own. Some of you needed… convincing. Well, let me make one thing clear: no one has to get hurt or go to jail, and no one is—as long as everyone cooperates.”

“Crime rates are going to go down,” said Jimenez. His tone left no space for debate or discussion, but it got a few scoffs from the men in the room. “You were all chosen because together, you represent the vast majority of that crime rate. And guess what? From now on, you’re going to start behaving.”

“And why the fuck’s we s’posed to do that?” someone called out to a murmur of agreement from the others.

“Simply put, we’re going to reward you,” said Jimenez.

Trevor tugged on Tristan’s leash. It was time for his part of the presentation. Trevor tapped on the top of the table that ran the length of the conference room and said, “Up. Up, Garbo. Up.”

Tristan flushed. “Garbo.” That was his police bitch name. It was even printed on a tag on his collar. Jimenez and his goons had been discussing ideas when Owynn—who’d received Tristan’s old job—pitched in and told the story of how he’d fucked Tristan into a dumpster. The name stuck, since.

“Now, Garbo. Show the men what they’ve got to look forward to,” said Trevor.

Tristan turned to look at his dad, his cock straining in its cage. He didn’t even have to think twice as he did what he was told. From his hands and knees, he lowered his chest to the tabletop, spread his legs apart, raised his ass, and reached back to peel his cheeks open.

Trevor gave Tristan a smirk, his eyes glimmering with pride. “You behave well, you get time with this,” he said, leaning over to clap his hands on Tristan’s ass cheeks. “The better you do, the more time you’ll have.”

Jimenez jumped in. “We’ll even do home delivery. A cop at your door to drop off your well-earned fuckslut whenever you might want to take advantage of your reward. Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?”

The criminals sitting around the table had been unknowingly sipping on a special VNM cocktail the whole time. Many of them were doubtless already exposed, but no one wanted to take any chances.

The effects were readily apparent. There were tight pants all around and flushed faces. Every set of eyes in the room was riveted to Tristan’s ass, every mouth salivating at the thought of getting a turn at the eager slut on the table.

Tristan wiggled his ass. He loved the attention, especially because he knew they didn’t see him as a person. They didn’t even see him as Tristan. The only name they associated with him was “Garbo,” the implications plain to see.

He preferred it this way. To these men, he was nothing more than a hole. A reward. And even though he was pretty useless for anything else, he was more than ready to help keep the neighborhood safe by being his truest, most authentic self: as a worthless, depraved, subhuman fuckhole.

Tristan spread his legs even wider, eliciting a round of sharp inhales from around the room. He couldn’t believe he ever thought being a hero would be more effective at reducing crime than this. Chimera really was a genius. He was so glad he’d decided to become Chimera’s bitch.