Derek had never felt quite so powerless—or so turned on, for that matter. Things he’d only ever fantasized about were becoming fantasy. He was being sexually subdued by an opponent, and he was far too weak, physically or mentally, to resist having a criminal’s cock shoved down his throat.

It was terrifying. Until tonight, his fantasies had been just that: fantasies. Reality proved to be every bit as good as he imagined—if not better. The way his throat stretched around the guy’s cock was nothing short of rapturous, and he couldn’t help but gurgle out a moan.

A cold knot of dread sank into the pit of Derek’s stomach. It nestled right up against the arousal coiling inside him. Sure, he was scared, but gods had he never been this horny. It was a strange mix, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

Derek’s body was moving on its own. His head bobbed back and forth between the guy’s legs, fucking his throat on that fat hog lodged in his gullet. At the same time, he was arching his back and spreading his knees, acting less like the hero he was supposed to be, and more like the whore that a not-insignificant part of him wanted him to be.

Trevor’s arrival changed the calculus, however. He had always been the rock of the family, the pillar and the foundation of the team in more ways than one. Not only did Derek and all his brothers know they could rely on their father, they also all knew that he had the ability to make them all better—stronger.

Derek gagged as a particularly ferocious thrust from the guy who’d shoved a cock in his face slammed the blunt head of it into the back of his throat. He tightened right up out of instinct, but the pressure was unrelenting.

The guy grabbed Derek by his hair and pushed down on his head, that cock jamming itself into the tightened ring of muscles in the back of Derek’s throat until it started to loosen up.

Little by little, Derek’s throat was forced to open up, stretching around the girth of the fat, juicy hog that was resting on his tongue. The head slid down his gullet, leaking enough pre-cum to slick the way.

Derek turned his gaze to Trevor. As much as his own cock was enjoying what was happening, making the front of his pants so incredibly tight it was as if his dick would break through if it got any harder, he needed a power-up to break free. He and all his brothers did, if they wanted to save themselves from the predicament they’d found themselves in.

Trevor smiled at Derek and nodded. His entire body began to glow, his skin shedding a faint golden radiance as he channeled his qi into streamers of energy that reached out to each of his sons.

A blur of motion interrupted the process before Trevor’s qi could make contact with Derek or any of the other Chan boys. A blur of motion screamed through the air, stopped only by Trevor’s hand snapping up to snatch what turned out to be an injector dart filled with glowing, bright purple fluid.

“I know you’re there!” Trevor yelled out as he tossed the dart over his shoulder. He cast a brief, apologetic look at Derek before turning his attention to the darkness that shrouded the room. “Come out and face me, coward!”

No matter how Derek strained to look in the same place as Trevor, however, he didn’t see anything. Maybe it was the fatigue. Maybe it was the distraction of the cock buried in his throat. Either way, he was shocked when a figure stepped out of the darkness—Chimera.

Despite himself, Derek felt a flush of arousal go through his entire body at the sight of the criminal mastermind. He remembered what had happened to him after getting hit with one of those injector darts—the sheer, unrelenting arousal of the days that followed.

Just like that, Derek’s throat relaxed. The cock buried balls-deep in his face started to move more easily in and out of his gullet. It was more than just shameful that he was getting turned on by the mere sight of their enemy; it was humiliating.

Not that Derek could help himself, though. Loath as he was to admit it, tonight proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wasn’t as in control of his own body as he thought he was.

“Why am I not surprised to see you fighting dirty?” said Trevor as he dropped into a particular stance. It was one Derek had rarely ever seen, a stance that meant Trevor was taking his enemy gravely seriously. “Tell me. How did you know we were coming tonight?”

Chimera shrugged and laughed, the black polyglass visor over his face hiding the truth of his expression from Derek’s eyes. “I have my sources,” he said.

Derek couldn’t help but wonder if it was Peter. It was the only thing that made sense. Peter was the newest addition to their lives—and a rather abrupt one, at that.

He couldn’t countenance the idea, though. If it was Peter who was leaking the details of their plan to Chimera, then either Peter had planted bugs in their home, or Trevor had been telling Peter everything.

Derek didn’t think anyone could have placed bugs in their home without Leo noticing, so either Leo was complicit, or the bugs could somehow do their job without being detected by a technopath, which seemed unlikely.

The alternative was just as unthinkable. Trevor was the one who had always emphasized the need for operational security, so Derek had to trust that his dad wasn’t stupid enough to be leaking the family’s plans to Peter.

Then again, Derek had never seen Trevor so smitten with anyone. Besides that, Trevor had always talked to them about the importance of using their powers for the right reasons, but had used his Qi Materialization to fashion a set of nipple piercings and a weight to hang off of them.

Trevor scowled. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll find out how sooner or later. Your reign of terror ends tonight,” he said. “Are you going to fight me one-on-one like a man? Or are you going to be dishonorable and bring your minions into it?”

Chimera laughed. “I don’t need my henchmen to take down the likes of you. I alone am enough to deal with the great Golden Dragon.” He dropped into a stance of his own and beckoned at Trevor. “Come at me—if you dare. I’ll even give you the first strike just to be a good sport.”

Trevor smirked. “I’m not going to turn down an advantage,” he said, “but you’re going to regret your arrogance.” He gathered up his qi, the faint sound of a dragon’s roar briefly audible as the golden energy surged around his body and gathered around his fist to form a solid scaled gauntlet.

Derek winced as Trevor launched himself at Chimera. The wind from Trevor’s wake blew against him with more force than he was expecting. This was the least he could have expected from a man who’d touched the realm of the Martial Supreme, he supposed.

He could tell that the blow was going to be significant. The hope that Trevor’s appearance had rekindled burned ever brighter. Although he was still suckling on one of Chimera’s henchmen’s cocks, he felt more confident now than at any point through the evening that they could still pull things back from the brink.

Derek gurgled as the guy whose cock was buried in his throat pushed down on the back of his head, forcing him to swallow the fat hog all the way to the hilt. Inch after inch slid into his gullet until his nose was buried in the guy’s musky bush.

The guy wasn’t even really paying attention to Derek as his hips started to move. He pumped his dick in and out of Derek’s throat, eliciting a muffled moan as the motion made Derek’s cock twitch.

Out of the corner of his eye, Derek just caught the collision between Trevor and Chimera. A visible shockwave rang out from the point of impact, the pressure so great that Derek heard his ears pop.

Derek expected Chimera to go flying from the force of the blow, but Chimera managed to stand his ground. He slid back a few inches, and the floor cracked under his feet, but somehow he was able to dissipate all the energy in Trevor’s attack.

It was mind-boggling. Derek was floored. He didn’t know if he could have taken Trevor’s attack just then. Trevor had touched a realm no one else had in centuries, if not millennia, and launched an attack that would have, and should have, sent Chimera through the wall. By all rights, Chimera should have been defeated then and there, but no. A cracked floor was about the full extent of the damage.

Trevor seemed just as shocked as Derek was. He visibly frowned once he got over it, but he didn’t let the foiled alpha strike interrupt his momentum. He disengaged and leaped right into a flurry of blows, each one forceful enough to produce a mini-shockwave upon impact, but still Chimera blocked each one.

Derek had no idea what was going on. There was no way that Chimera was this good. But as the battle wore on, it became harder and harder to deny. Chimera was standing toe to toe with Trevor in a way that Derek had never seen before.

Maybe Trevor was just as tired as the rest of them. Derek had wondered where his dad had pulled out the energy to make that first attack, but he’d just chalked it up to a benefit of touching the realm of the Martial Supreme.

Maybe, just maybe, Derek desperately hoped, Trevor had simply been disguising his fatigue the whole time. The alternative—that Chimera had somehow also touched the realm of the Martial Supreme—was unthinkable. Then again, when Trevor’s attacks were coming as fast and as hard as they were, without any signs of slowing down, it was hard to argue that he was fighting tired.

Derek didn’t have long to ponder the implications of the confrontation happening in the periphery of his vision. The guy fucking his face had turned his attention back to him, and was now moving his hips with purpose.

The problem was that Derek was getting used to the sensation. He wasn’t gagging as much anymore. His spine tingled every time that fat cock got hilted in his throat, as if the head were hitting some secret button deep in his esophagus that sent a shock of pleasure down his back every time it was pressed.

Derek’s cock pulsed. Fuck. He was so godsdamned hard. He was throbbing and leaking against his leg even though he hadn’t touched his dick even once. His arousal was climbing steadily, his thoughts slowly being overcome by a pleasant haze of lust.

Every moment that passed made the fight more and more difficult to pay attention to and follow, but in that half-lucid state, Derek noticed something about what the two men were doing. There was something about the way Chimera and Trevor were exchanging blows, and he couldn’t put a finger on it.

If he had had to find the words, Derek would have described the engagement as the purest expression of martial arts he had ever seen. On the other hand, the attacks, counters, parries, and counterattacks flowed together so quickly and so smoothly that it almost seemed… choreographed.

Just then, Chimera managed to sneak a blow through Trevor’s relentless hail of attacks. The fist caught Trevor on the side, catching him off-guard and knocking the wind out of him.

Derek gasped—or he would have, were he able. Instead, the attempt just invited the cock deeper into his throat than before. He gagged right then, tears coming to his eyes as he sputtered with his face impaled on the end of one of Chimera’s minions’ fat, delicious hog.

That one inroad was all that Chimera needed. The counterattack began in earnest. Chimera didn’t play fair. He targeted the most sensitive parts of Trevor’s body.

Trevor managed to block the worst of the attacks, but he was off balance. With every hit that managed to break through his guard skewed the balance further and further in Chimera’s direction. He had been pushing Chimera back before, but now he was the one getting pushed back.

The polyglass of his visor hid Chimera’s expression, but Derek imagined he was probably looking pretty self-satisfied. The weapons came out—projectiles of every sort drawn from pockets and slits and secret sleeves. Daggers, throwing stars, and darts screamed through the air as they hurtled toward Trevor.

For the most part, Trevor dodged the projectiles. The rest he deflected. The rhythm was quick. Rapid staccato bursts of projectiles kept Trevor on the back foot. But then, Chimera feinted. It was just the slightest skip in the rhythm, but the opening it created was just enough.

Trevor grunted as a projectile made it through: one of those injector darts filled with glowing purple. It slammed into the side of his neck, and he grabbed it, but not before a second one caught him on the shoulder. A third one pierced his flank, while a fourth buried itself into his thigh. The glowing fluid in all the darts drained away as the plunger in each of the darts pushed the stuff into Trevor’s body.

The knot of dread in Derek’s stomach got colder. The arousal within him boiled hotter. He was terrified but also more turned on than he had ever been. It was a confusing mix. And honestly, it left him kind of numb.

Derek knelt there, unable to process what had just happened. His shoulders went slack, and so did his shoulders. His captor took full advantage, fucking his throat with long, full strokes. In and out. In and out.

Trevor wrenched the dart out of his neck. Golden qi boiled off of his body as he grabbed the next dart and removed it, and then the next, and the next. He threw all of them aside, grunting, “Y-you’ll have to do better than that,” under his breath.

He struggled to take a single step, but he managed. He tried to make another, but instead of closing the distance between him and Chimera any further, he just fell to his knees.

A tinge of pink spread across Trevor’s face as he flushed, the redness creeping down his neck and up toward the tips of his ears. The front of his pants tented out—revealing that he’d gone commando under his suit yet again—while his mouth dropped open, his tongue lolling out as a long, low moan spilled from his lips.

Slowly, gradually, Trevor pitched forward, collapsing onto the ground.

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Chimera turned to look at Derek after admiring his handiwork with Trevor for a good couple of minutes. “And who’s going to save you now, I wonder?” he said, as he toed Trevor’s limp head with the tip of his boot. “Anton, be a dear and let him up, won’t you? I want him to see what’s become of his brothers.”

Brothers…? Derek thought to himself. With the haze of lust muddying his thoughts, it seemed like such an innocuous word to use, but every instinct he had was screaming at him that it was an important choice.

It took a few moments for Derek’s brain to catch up. When it did, his blood ran cold. Brothers. That was the word that Chimera had used for the others. No emphasis. No air quotes. There was a chance he was wrong, but he doubted it. Chimera knew.

That wasn’t the only thing either. Terror unlike anything else gripped Derek’s heart as something else Chimera had said struck a chord. Anton? he thought to himself. Maybe he’d misheard, but he was pretty sure Chimera had asked Anton to let him up.

It seemed an innocuous enough name, but after everything he’d experienced, Derek couldn’t just discount it as a coincidence. Except no. No. It couldn’t have been the same Anton that he knew. That was impossible.

Derek couldn’t accept the possibility that it was the Anton from his adult class. He’d imagined that the reason they’d failed tonight’s mission was a mole, at best, but if the group he’d been teaching were Chimera’s henchmen, then he had severely underestimated how deep the conspiracy went. And he had to question whether Trevor had known from the start.

He had to believe that Trevor hadn’t known. His father wouldn’t knowingly invite an enemy into their home. Then again, Peter had come into their lives relatively recently, and Derek had always been suspicious of the guy.

Derek didn’t know. He didn’t even know if he wanted to know. He was sure the truth would break his heart, whatever it was, but he didn’t think he was ready for that.

If it did turn out to be the very same Anton he was teaching in his adult class, then Derek finally knew how Chimera’s henchmen could keep him occupied for so long. He had thought he wasn’t teaching them anything, but clearly, they had all been paying more attention than he realized.

Derek might not have taught them the advanced moves that he used, but he had shown them his techniques. He might have even been surreptitiously recorded, and if Chimera was half as good a martial artist as he’d shown in his fight with Trevor, then footage of Derek’s fighting style would have been enough to train Anton and the others specifically to tie him up.

A low groan of disappointment bubbled up out of Derek before he could stop himself when the cock was pulled out of his throat, and the two guys who’d been holding him down pulled him back up to his feet. They turned him around, but kept him restrained, and his eyes widened in shock at the depravity that was on display—at how his brothers were being degraded.

Leo was being held up by a big guy whose arms were hooked under his armpits, while another of Chimera’s goons had a fist shoved up his asshole. Two other henchmen were holding his legs apart, exposing the whole sordid affair, and just how much Leo was enjoying it.

The evidence was right there, undeniable and prominent. Leo was as hard as a rock despite his stomach rhythmically bulging up as he was fist-fucked, and the whole time he was moaning like a cheap whore.

Tristan was in handcuffs. His uniform had been stripped away in its entirety, but he wasn’t naked. His captors had dressed him up, put a police hat on his head, a belt with a baton on his waist, and a shock collar on his neck. That last one was active, judging by the way Tristan jerked now and then in the direction of the electrode while getting spit-roasted between two henchmen.

Marcus was in the middle of a group of Chimera’s goons. They were all breathing VNM vapor onto him. His eyes were glassy. His arms were wrapped around the neck of one of his captors, giving the guy a lap dance while wearing only a jockstrap.

Upon closer inspection, Marcus was giving the guy more than just a lap dance. He was actively riding the guy’s fat cock while he was at it.

Chimera chuckled. “You might not have known this, but clearly, you belong to a family of whores and sluts. This is what you are, deep down.”

His head turned, his eyes hidden from sight by his visor, but still Derek felt the criminal’s gaze on his straining cock. “You’re famously stuck-up, you know?” said Chimera. “But I’m willing to bet you’re no different from the rest of your whore brothers. Just look how turned on you are at watching them get debased like the pieces of fuckmeat they are.”

A harsh, wicked laugh escaped Chimera as he shook his head. “Some hero you turned out to be. Your family is getting destroyed—sexually subjugated right in front of your eyes—and you look like you’re ready to shoot. Do you enjoy seeing your brothers get debased and degraded?”

Derek flushed.

“Stupid question, I guess,” Chimera sneered. “The answer’s yes. That much is obvious.”

As much as Derek wanted to deny what Chimera was saying, it was true that his body was being pretty honest about the answer to that question. “Y-you won’t get away with this,” he said, his voice somewhat hoarse from the throat-fucking he’d had to endure not too long ago. “T-they’re going to fight back… I-I know they will.”

Chimera’s laugh in response was derisive. “You think so?” he said. “Just look at the little whores. Do you really think they want to fight back? They’re enjoying this. They want this. They’re all too happy to dance in the palm of my hands, and pretty soon, you will be too.”

He stepped over Trevor’s limp body and leaned down to grab one of Trevor’s ankles. “Follow me,” he said over his shoulder as he dragged Trevor out of the room, “And make sure to bring the others. It’s time to take this to the next level.”

Derek wasn’t permitted to chase after Chimera. His minders held him back, and he got to watch as his brothers were knocked out one by one. In their current state, it only took a single good shock with a taser.

The henchman holding the device engaged it, summoning a crackling arc of electricity between the two prongs on the tip of the taser. Leo was the first to go down, taking a shock straight to the tip of his dick that made him spray cum all over the henchman that had tased him.

Tristan was next. He jerked to one side from the shock collar, then the much stronger shock of the taser sent him sprawling to the ground. Marcus followed, though he was barely awake at that point. He was clearly so high, there was no chance he was fully conscious.

At that point, Derek felt the heat of someone’s breath waft across the sensitive patch of skin behind the lobe of his ear. When his captor spoke, he recognized the voice instantly, vindicating his terror.

“Goodnight, Teacher,” said Anton with a wicked laugh. Shortly thereafter, Derek felt the prongs of a taser press up against the base of his spine. There was a click, a sharp pain, a shock that made his mind go blank, and then, nothing.

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Derek jolted awake. He wasn’t sure of what was going on at first, but the events of the night so far quickly came back to him.

He tried to get up, but he couldn’t. His arms and legs were strapped down, and he’d been stripped naked. The air wasn’t cold on his skin. In fact, it was warm enough that there was a thin layer of sweat all over his body.

In fact, it wasn’t just warm; it was hot. It was humid too, the air thick with the smell of male musk. Every breath felt like soup in his lungs, but the scent made his cock twitch, tickling something deep in his brain that roused his libido.

As his arousal climbed, Derek shivered. A frisson of pleasure worked its way through his body. His cock, which was half-hard already, pulsed between his legs.

Derek was suddenly, acutely aware that he was strapped down on all fours. He was bound to a padded A-frame bench. His chest was resting on the main padded beam, while his elbows and knees were all on padded rests lower down on the sides of the bench.

His ass was turned up, his hole exposed. In front of him was a bunch of screens: two large ones on top of each other in the middle, with an array of smaller screens arranged in tight layers around those biggest two.

The silver lining of the situation, Derek supposed, was that getting knocked out made him feel marginally better. His qi had recovered somewhat, but his strength had yet to return in full.

Derek tested his restraints. He pulled against them with every ounce of energy he could muster, but they were simply too well-made to be broken out of. He wasn’t even sure he would have been able to manage if he had been in his best shape.

The sound of crackling static filled the air as the screens turned on one by one. Gradually, a bunch of camera feeds were activated, each screen showcasing Derek’s naked, exposed body, but from various different angles. The bottom of the two large central screens, for instance, showed a wide-angle view of the whole room.

Derek didn’t recognize where he was. The walls were clean, white, and unadorned. The only things in the room were him, the bench, the screens, and the cameras filming him.

The top screen, which had so far been the only screen that remained off, turned on and displayed Chimera. The visor on his helmet still obscured his expression, but he was radiating smugness.

“It’s good to see that you’re finally awake, Onyx Tortoise,” said Chimera with a laugh. “Now that the foreplay is over, it’s time we get on with the main attraction. I hope you’re ready, because this is bound to be a life-changing experience for you.”

Derek strained against his restraints, but the struggle was half-hearted at best. Whatever was going on, whatever game Chimera was playing, it was turning him on like nothing else.

He was so fucking horny a part of him didn’t even want to fight anymore. He couldn’t surrender, though. No, he wasn’t allowed to give up. Trevor had taught him to fight back.

Sure, he told himself that whatever Chimera had in store; it wasn’t going to work—that this was just a setback. He told himself that Chimera was never going to win, that his family would eventually break out and return better and stronger to bring Chimera’s empire crashing down for good.

Chimera laughed. “Wishful thinking,” he said. “I’ve already won. And soon enough, you’ll know why this was never a winnable fight for you.”

The feed from the top screen shut off after Chimera’s words. The other screens showed a door opening, and a pair of Chimera’s uniformed thugs shoving someone into the room.

Leo stumbled over his own feet. He staggered a bit, but he just about managed to catch himself. Seeing Leo gave Derek a bit of relief, but there was something wrong about his youngest brother—not in the least the fact that Leo was naked and rock-hard.

The top screen turned on again. This time, it showed a close-up of Leo’s face. Leo looked fucked up. His irises were deep, glowing purple. It was the same expression as Derek had seen on Marcus’ face, but worse, somehow.

Leo was all but drooling out of the corner of his mouth. The moment he saw Derek’s upturned ass, his expression lit up. The corners of his mouth curled up in a little smirk.

Seeing the look in Leo’s eyes sent a chill down Derek’s spine. He’d never seen so pure a hunger in his youngest brother’s expression.

Leo rushed forward. He grabbed Derek by the hips, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he sank down and pushed his face into the cleft between Derek’s cheeks. He arched his spine and pushed his ass out, moaning into Derek’s crack as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive rim of Derek’s hole.

Derek had flinched when Leo grabbed him the first time, but soon enough, he couldn’t help but moan. He had to fight the urge to buck his hips, but wait. No. No. “Leo… Leo, please… Don’t do this… Please stop… This isn’t right…”

His mouth might have said one thing, but his body was doing another. He’d hardly finished what he was saying, but his hips were already wiggling. His thighs were trembling from the effort of holding back.

Derek told himself that he didn’t want to fuck his hole on Leo’s tongue, that his lust was Chimera’s fault, but it was getting more and more difficult with every passing moment. “Fuck… Leo… Your tongue… Y-you can’t do this…” he whined, his voice rising with every word as Leo tongue-fucked his hole. “Fu-fuck… You’re driving me crazy, Leo. G-gods… I-I’m your brother… Th-this is wrong!”

The protests spilling from Derek were half-hearted at best. He wanted Leo to stop, but at the same time, he didn’t. His hole fluttered and twitched. Leo’s tongue was making him looser. Hornier. He moaned again as Leo’s tongue pressed deeper inside him, swirling around in his insides.

Any other time, Derek might have tried not to use Leo’s name, or call attention to the fact that they were brothers, but Chimera already knew about their familial relations, so what was the point? He liked to think that he would have been able to preserve his brother’s identity, but he was just about horny enough that he couldn’t be certain.

Despite Derek’s best efforts to resist the urge as Leo’s tongue dug into his asshole, he couldn’t hold back. His hips moved on their own. He bucked against Leo’s tongue, fucking himself on that hot, wet appendage.

He tossed his head back, his cock straining at full mast. “This is so wrong,” he whined. “This is so fucked, Leo… W-we need to stop… W-we’re brothers… W-we’re not supposed to be doing anything like this…”

Just then, Leo pulled away, and even though he’d done exactly what Derek had asked for, Derek couldn’t help but groan with disappointment. Despite his own words, he was crushed that Leo had stopped playing with his hole.

It was disturbing just how low Derek was willing to go to satisfy his carnal needs. It was perverse. Immoral. Leo was his brother, and he wasn’t supposed to feel this bad about his brother stopping, but he couldn’t help it.

Something was seriously wrong with Derek. He’d known it for a while. He didn’t know how, but it was as if a switch had been flipped in his head. Everything was upside down.

Derek turned his gaze up at the screen. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the expression on Leo’s face. Although Leo’s irises were still bright purple, his eyes were the clearest they’d ever been.

Leo grinned from ear to ear as he caressed Derek’s ass. “Such a sweet fucking ass,” he moaned. “So fucking tasty.” Then, looking straight at the camera, he continued. “Thank you, Sir, for this privilege. I promise I’ll be a good boy for you from now on, Chimera, Sir!”

Derek’s protest died in his throat as Leo slid into him. Leo’s cock wasn’t huge. Compared to the sweat-cock Derek had fucked himself with during the ritual, it was practically cute.

Leo was still respectably hung, though. His cock, though smaller than Trevor’s, still stretched Derek around his girth. His cock still felt big as inch after inch slid into Derek.

Derek’s hole seized around Leo’s cock. His inner walls clamped around its length, almost pulling it deeper. This was the first real cock he’d had in his ass, and gods. He’d thought the sweat-cock was pretty good, but the real thing was on another level entirely.

Leo’s cock was so hard. So hot. Derek felt as if he could taste every inch of his brother’s stiff, throbbing cock with his asshole. He could feel it swell and pulsate inside him, especially once Leo bottomed out inside him.

“Fuck, Chimera, Sir, this ass feels so good wrapped around my dick,” Leo moaned, his hands rubbing circles over Derek’s ass cheeks. He kneaded and squeezed them with his palms, spreading them apart with the heels of his hands. “Gods. Where did you find such a sweet ass, Sir? I can’t get enough of this fucking hole! Thank you so much for letting me fuck your property, Sir!”

Without wasting time on letting Derek adjust to his size when Derek was already stretched out, Leo wrenched his cock out of Derek and then snapped his hips forward with considerable momentum. Despite his slight build—especially compared to Derek’s bulk—he was quite strong, and the force of the impact made Derek lurch forward against his restraints.

That was only the start, of course. A tiny part of Derek had hoped that it would end there, but that hope was quickly crushed. Leo launched into a desperate rut, driving his cock into Derek again and again and again, going harder and faster with every thrust.

Derek, for his part, couldn’t help but move his ass. The pleasure pounding through his body from his youngest brother’s cock pumping in and out of him was so, so wrong but also so, so good. He simply couldn’t help himself.

“Leo… P-please… Stop…” he somehow managed to get out between whimpers. “D-don’t do this… O-oh fuck… Oh f-fuck! Your cock feels so good!”

Derek met every thrust with his hips. He bucked against Leo’s rhythm, his hole clenching and squeezing tight around Leo’s length. He didn’t want to let go. He loved the feeling of Leo’s cock inside him, however loath he was to admit it.

Leo’s rut was merciless. Praise and thanks to Chimera fell from his lips in a constant litany as relentless as the pumping of his hips. He must have been brainwashed or broken or conditioned, somehow, because Derek couldn’t accept the idea that Leo, his own brother, would willingly do this.

A long, low moan spilled involuntarily out of Derek as he felt Leo’s cock swell inside him. He’d never had anyone blast his hole with cum, but he knew the signs well enough. Besides, he saw Leo’s face contort on the screen, his O-face now just the same as the one he’d had during the ritual.

Derek couldn’t look away. His gaze was nailed to the screen. He panted and moaned, his entire body flushing with arousal at the thought that his brother was about to nut inside him. He should have been fighting, struggling, trying to get away with all his strength, but instead he was clamping down tight around the base of Leo’s cock, moaning like a whore as he felt Leo’s dick expand.

“Leo… Leo, don’t… Please… Please don’t breed your older brother…” Derek moaned. He said the words, but there was no substance to them. The part of him that was trying desperately to hold on to some semblance of the hero he used to be made him say those words, but he didn’t mean a single syllable.

Leo pulled back one last time, and delivered a thrust so powerful the crisp, resounding smack of his hips smashing into Derek’s ass filled the entire room.

Derek felt Leo swell inside him. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. It wasn’t right. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to turn out. They were family. This was forbidden. But that was what made it so horny, so tantalizing.

He moaned, his spine arching as his own cock throbbed in response to the feeling of Leo’s getting even harder and hotter inside him. He was about to get bred by his younger brother. He was about to get his ass loaded with cum from a member of his own family.

Gods. Derek threw his head back. He moaned as he felt the nut traveling up Leo’s shaft, and then again when he felt the first shot of molten hot cum splash against his inner walls.

Fuck. It felt better than Derek could have ever expected. He never wanted it to stop. Part of him was still fighting, still resisting, which was why he said, “Leo… Leo, what have you done…?” Meanwhile, his asshole milked Leo’s cock for every last drop of cum.

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As soon as Leo was done, the same two men that had carried him in reappeared. They grabbed him, but Leo didn’t fight. He even stroked the arm of one of the men, allowing them to lift him off his feet.

“It’s gonna take me more than just one sweet piece of ass to be satisfied, you know,” said Leo as he was dragged out of the room. “Is one of you guys going to dick me down and show me how it’s really done?”

The door closed behind Leo and his two handlers after that. The video feed from the top screen cut out and was shortly thereafter replaced by Chimera’s helmeted portrait.

“I hope you enjoyed that,” said Chimera with a snide laugh. “It’s only the first of many tailored experiences I have in store for you tonight. Hopefully, you’re not too worn out yet. Espers have more endurance than that, surely.”

With Leo gone and the cock no longer in his ass, Derek felt strangely empty. Somehow, the fact that he wasn’t being filled felt wrong. That wasn’t to say that it was all bad, though. His hole was sore from the rough fucking Leo had just given him, but in a pleasant way, and the cum trickling down the inside of his thighs made his cock twitch with need.

It took a moment before the haze of lust on Derek’s mind dissipated enough to return clarity to him. He glared at Chimera and hissed, “What did you do to him? He would never act like this. He would never bend to a criminal! ‘Chimera, Sir?’ Don’t fucking make me laugh. He would never act like a fucking sycophant for a drug lord.”

Chimera shrugged and laughed. “Maybe Leo just hadn’t met the right criminal yet,” he said. "And what’s so bad about being a sycophant, anyway? Any self-respecting emperor would have a few in his court because it’s fun watching them bow and scrape for the tiniest shreds of favor.

“Besides, maybe you just didn’t know your brother as well as you thought you did. Because to me, it was pretty clear from the start that Leo was meant to be a desperate, pathetic, simpering bitch.”

Derek shook his head. He gritted his teeth. “I know you did something to him. How much VNM did you shoot him up with? He didn’t even recognize me!” he said.

“The Leo I know would have never fucked me. He would never have said those things about me. It was wrong. It was perverse. It goes against everything we stand for as a family!” Derek growled.

Chimera snorted. “If it was so wrong, then why did it look like you were enjoying it so much?” he said with a laugh.

The tips of Derek’s ears burned. It wasn’t like he could deny what Chimera was saying. He had no defense against the truth. The evidence was right in front of him, displayed across a bunch of screens as if to mock him for his weakness.

The most that Derek could do was glare impotently at Chimera. “You’re not going to win,” he said. He tried to sound more confident than he felt, but his voice was faltering and feeble, at best.

“I already have.”

“No,” Derek shook his head. He mustered every ounce of willpower he had left, every scrap of mental strength that he could gather. “You won’t break me. I don’t care what you do, or who you send into this room. You might break my family, but I won’t let you take me down.”

Chimera chuckled. “Isn’t that a bit arrogant? Are you telling me you’re better than all your brothers? Your dad?”

Derek felt a twinge of shame. It did sound like that, didn’t it? But he shook his head. He wasn’t going to dance to Chimera’s tune. He wasn’t going to indulge in mind games.

“I’m going to make sure that you lose,” said Derek. “Maybe not today. But one day. I’m going to be the one to take down your empire, and I’ll take my family back. No matter what. Even if it’s the last thing that I do!”