“I mean it.” Somehow, Derek found the determination to raise his eyes to the screen. Strength he’d thought long lost flooded into him. His qi roiled. His heart sang.

Derek’s eyes widened as he realized that he was having a breakthrough. He hadn’t realized that he was on the brink, but he supposed it had been some time since he had given advancing any serious thought.

Seeing Trevor advance into the realm of the Martial Supreme had relit the fire inside Derek, though. Now, the indefatigable desire to protect his family and save them from the clutches of Chimera had illuminated his path.

It was strange. Derek had always thought he knew what his purpose was: to take over the dojo from Trevor, and to continue the work. He’d followed that road out of love, admiration, and perhaps, no small sense of obligation.

He’d always known his duty, but it wasn’t until tonight, until this moment that he embraced it. “I’ll get my family back,” said Derek, the restraints creaking as they struggled to hold him back. “I’ll overturn the world if I have to. You won’t be able to stop me.”

Chimera chuckled. He snapped his fingers. The screens flickered as they all changed away from the live feed of the room Derek was restrained in. On each screen was a different clip. The one immediately below Chimera showed Derek during one of his sessions with his Adult Class.

The smaller screens showed a variety of scenes. There were familiar ones from earlier in the evening—his brothers captured and debased—but there were other videos, too. Leo on a swivel chair being used at a frat party. Tristan halfway into a dumpster with his ass hanging out, getting fucked by a hobo. Marcus at the club getting a train run on him.

The various videos sent a lance of lust and arousal straight through Derek’s newfound clarity. He felt the haze creep back in from the edges of his consciousness, his cock twitching and throbbing at the sight of his brothers being turned into sluts and whores in their own right.

The screens flickered again. This time, each one showed the title screen for a different porno screen, all except for the one below Chimera. That one showed a close-up view of Derek’s cock. Fuck. He was so hard.

Then Derek looked at the other screens. His eyes went wide. They were all porno parodies, each one of Golden Dragon, and on every last title screen was his dad, wearing the Golden Dragon mask.

At first, Derek wondered if he was just looking at a very convincing look-alike, but he didn’t think so. His dad’s physique was unmistakable. The way the mask sat on Trevor’s face was exactly the way Trevor liked to have it.

Derek’s second wind crumbled further as each porno started to play. Chimera turned the volume up, too, allowing Trevor’s voice to play through the screens just to disperse any doubts that Derek might yet have harbored about the identity of the star in each of the films.

“What’s there to save?” said Chimera, muting the videos as he chuckled. “You don’t honestly think that this bunch of worthless fuckholes is worth all that effort, do you?”

Derek’s heart dropped into his stomach. He didn’t want to agree with Chimera, but seeing Trevor, of all people, spreading his legs to a bunch of big-dicked porn stars made his stomach churn.

It wasn’t disgust, exactly. There was a tinge of disappointment, sure. Disappointment that his dad could keep such a secret from him. Disappointment that his dad could become a willing—and from the look of the videos, eager—participant in an industry that he’d always decried as being disrespectful and exploitative. But also, there was disappointment that he hadn’t come across any of these videos before, because he certainly would have jerked off to them.

Despite his newfound sense of purpose, there was a truth deep down that Derek didn’t want to acknowledge. He knew that even if they won here, even if they stopped Chimera and brought down the criminal empire, they would never be able to go back to the way things were. They would never be the people they used to be.

Derek certainly couldn’t imagine going back to the way he once was. The rigidity. The rules. He hadn’t realized until he managed to catch a break from them that being so uptight all the time could be so exhausting.

If he was being honest—and he was loath to be, because of what that honesty meant—Derek had liked the way he was feeling this past little while. Yes, it had been extreme and uncontrollable, and some days he hadn’t felt like himself, but under all of that, he’d felt good.

That was the scariest thing about what Chimera was doing. Instinctively, intellectually, Derek knew that what he had been doing, the things he’d been fantasizing, were perverse and wrong. But the pleasure had been real, and even now he wasn’t sure if he would be able to give it up.

Derek wasn’t even sure he wanted to give it up. As filthy his fantasies may have been, as disrespectful, degrading, and objectifying his thoughts about his family might have become, his cock had never been harder.

The simple truth was that Chimera had force-fed Derek the first, tantalizing bite of forbidden fruit. Like the serpent in the garden, he’d lured Derek to the tree, and life was never going to be the same, because he craved the rest of that fruit.

Derek knew that he had to fight, that as a hero, as an ostensibly respectable person, he had to fight for decency and justice. But as he watched his dad’s ass ripple with every thrust in a dozen different pornos, as he watched those thick, beefy pecs wobble and shake, he wondered if it was even possible to fight at all.

He lifted his gaze to Chimera. That expressionless black visor was all that stared back at him, and he had to ask himself: “Do I have the strength to resist?”

The answer was unclear. Derek was dangling over the pit already. He was clinging to the edge for dear life, hoping against hope that madness wouldn’t overtake him. And yet, at the same time, there was a not-insignificant part of him that wanted nothing more than for him to let go of the ledge.

Chimera chuckled. “You seem deep in thought,” he taunted. “Ah, well. You said you would do whatever it would take, right? Let’s see how long that conviction holds up.”

As Chimera’s face vanished from the top screen, the other screens flickered back to their live feed of Derek’s holding chamber. The doors opened again, and this time, Chimera’s henchmen shoved Tristan into the room.

Unlike Leo, Tristan wasn’t able to catch himself. He tripped over his own foot, landing with a thud, but he picked himself up off the ground.

Tristan’s face split in a dopey little grin as he approached Derek’s prone body. Like Leo, his irises were purple, his eyes glassy. The dull, dopey grin on his face turned into a sleazy, wolfish one once he got close to Derek, though.

Derek flinched when Tristan smacked his ass. “Whew. That’s a fine ass,” Tristan whistled. “And this is all for me, Chimera, Sir? You really shouldn’t have. This is almost too much,” he added as he brushed his hand over Derek’s ass cheek.

“But! I’m not going to complain!” said Tristan with a laugh. “I’m so fucking horny I feel like I’m going to explode, Sir, and this delicious, juicy ass is just the ticket. Thank you so much. Maybe you’re not such a bad guy after all, Chimera, Sir.”

“Wake up!” Derek called out as he pulled against his restraints. Chimera’s earlier stunt had already sapped most of the strength he regained from his brief second wind. “I know you’re still in there, Tristan. You have to fight it! Whatever they gave you! It’s me. Your older brother Derek! We’re brothers!”

Tristan didn’t seem to be listening. He grabbed Derek’s hips with one hand while running the index finger of the other down the cleft of Derek’s ass. He pulled it away, slick with cum. “Oh, fuck, Chimera, Sir, are you giving me sloppy seconds?” he said under his breath.

“Fuck.” Tristan grabbed his cock and gave it a few tugs. “Thank you so much, Chimera, Sir! You know how much I love leftovers!”

Derek couldn’t help but groan, his back arching as Tristan pushed a finger inside him. There was little to no resistance, his hole already stretched and slicked up.

Tristan buried his index finger inside Derek, pushing it all the way to the knuckle. He starts moving it in and out, twisting his wrist with every stroke.

“Please… Tristan… Stop! This is wrong… This is all wrong… Y-you need to fight it…”

Tristan shook his head. “I don’t want to fight it,” he said. “Why should I? This feels so fucking good. This sweet ass is so fucking tight. Chimera, Sir? Where did you get such a delicious little hole for me to play with?”

Derek whined as Tristan added a second finger to the first. His hips moved on their own, his ass bucking against Tristan as he involuntarily fucked himself on Tristan’s two fingers.

At first, he thought that Tristan’s fingers were just unnaturally warm, but he quickly realized that they were getting hotter and hotter. The heat was pleasant at first, but it quickly got uncomfortable. And then, all too soon thereafter, night-on unbearable.

“N-no…” Derek whined. “T-Tristan. You can’t do this to me… W-we’re brothers. You need to stop. I-it’s too hot, Tristan. It’s starting to hurt. Please. P-please! You can’t be using your powers like this!”

“Says who, bitch?” Tristan laughed. “I don’t even fucking know you. Just fucking take it. Your ass is mine right now, bro, so shut the fuck up!”

Derek panted and moaned, the heat spreading out from his ass to the rest of his body. His guts felt like they were burning up, but that wasn’t the worst of it. When the heat reached his lungs, he suddenly felt like he was breathing in hot soup. It was almost too much.

He rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his asshole against Tristan’s fingers even as they got painfully hot. It didn’t matter that the heat hurt, because there was pleasure there, too.

“Fu-fuck, Tristan… I-it’s too much! I-I’m losing my fucking mind… I-it’s too hot!” Derek whined, though at no point did he stop bucking his hips.

“Shush,” said Tristan. “Sir Chimera gave me such a juicy, delicious gift, so I’m going to make the most of it. It’s the least I can do after he went through all the trouble of finding such a sweet, pre-loaded hole for me to fuck. And there’s nothing like a searing hot fuckhole for me to bury my dick in. You should try it sometime.”

Derek groaned when Tristan pulled his fingers out. Even without them constantly pumping heat into his guts, the heat lingered, but with their absence returned the emptiness that he’d been feeling ever since Leo was unceremoniously pulled off of him.

He wasn’t really thinking when he pushed his ass back and arched his spine. His aching, dripping cock was in command. The haze of arousal had pretty much smothered that brief sense of direction and purpose that he’d received with his breakthrough, making it pretty much meaningless that he’d stepped into the next realm on his martial arts journey. He was just desperate not to feel empty again.

Derek soon had his body’s prayers answered, though. Tristan’s cock pressed up against his hole. Words came to his lips, words that he only half-meant. “W-wait. I-I didn’t mean it. I-I don’t want this! Please! T-Tristan! Y-you need to stop! I-it’s bad enough that Leo already fucked me!”

Tristan’s eyes visibly widened on the screen in front of Derek. “Oh, shit,” he said with a laugh. “I can’t believe you got me my brother’s sloppy seconds, Chimera, Sir! You’re so generous. This is amazing. This is so fucking hot. This is the best surprise together!”

Without much more preamble than that, Tristan snapped his hips forward. He buried himself hilt-deep in Derek’s ass in a single motion. “Shiiit, that’s such a delicious fucking ass.”

Derek tossed his head back and moaned. There was clear desperation in his strained voice. The pleasure that ripped through him was intense, just like when Leo had fucked him before. Also like Leo, Tristan didn’t waste his time giving Derek a chance to adjust. His rut was hard and fast, and it only got worse from there.

Tristan was slightly better endowed than Leo, girthier more than anything else. The stretch was more intense, especially after Tristan had used his powers to heat Derek’s ass.

Derek groaned. The stretch burned. It wasn’t much more than when Leo had fucked him, but Tristan hadn’t given him much opportunity to adjust. His hips moved on their own, bucking against Tristan’s thrusts.

The same protests fell from his lips. They couldn’t do this. They were family. This was wrong. The only difference was that, this time, at no point did the word ‘stop’ ever come to his lips.

If anything, Derek was inviting Tristan to go harder on him. He was arching his back. He was spreading his legs—as much as he could anyway, given his restraints. While his mouth was saying one thing, his body was saying another thing entirely, though after a while, his protests faded into loud, whorish moaning.

If Leo had fucked Derek like a rabbit, Tristan fucked him like a lion in a rut, which was ironic. The thrusts weren’t quite so frantic, but they were sharp. Forceful. Tristan’s pelvis smacked against Derek’s ass repeatedly, the smacking crisp and loud enough to fill the air.

Derek’s full-throated moan filled the space between the staccato smacks, and it got only louder when Tristan’s cock swelled inside him. Fuck. He could feel it pulse and throb. He knew what was coming.

“No…” Derek whispered. He couldn’t let it happen a second time, but at the same time, he needed to let it happen at the same time. “You need to fight it, Tristan… Please…” he begged, while also wiggling his ass as if to tell Tristan to ignore everything he’d just said.

“You can’t breed me… Please! Please don’t come inside me. We’re brothers!” Derek moaned.

Tristan didn’t seem to care. The even rhythm of his pumping hips faltered. He slammed his cock into Derek as deep as he could, his fingers digging into the meat of Derek’s ass as he tightened his grip on Tristan’s hips.

Before long, Tristan came. Derek felt each shot coating his inner walls with hot cum. He wasn’t sure how Tristan could come so much after the ritual they just did, but he wasn’t going to complain. He didn’t know why, but the sensation of getting his guts flooded with yet another of his brothers’ sperm was a pleasure unlike anything else.

Derek could only whimper as he felt his inner walls squeeze out the last drops of cum from Tristan’s cock. He’d gotten loaded up by two of his brothers, now. He felt dirty, debased, degraded, and used, but he’d never been more aroused, either.

He rolled his hips, grinding his ass on Tristan’s cock. He was so fucking hard he felt ready to explode. If anyone so much as touched his cock, he was going to nut. Somehow, even after the ritual they all had to endure, his balls felt so heavy and pent-up.

Before Derek could work himself up to the orgasm he was desperately chasing, though, two henchmen marched into the room. One grabbed Tristan by the neck from behind. The other one grabbed Tristan by the waist.

Together, the two men yanked Tristan off of Derek. His cock slid out of Derek’s well-used hole with a lewd wet squelch and a weak gush of cum that trickled down the inside of Derek’s thighs.

As soon as that was done, Chimera’s two goons dragged Tristan out of the room and closed the door behind them.

---

Once Tristan was gone, Derek fully expected Chimera to reappear for more of his typical gloating. The top screen, however, remained mercifully dark after it turned off when Tristan had left the room.

The silence wasn’t helpful, though. Left to his own devices, Derek couldn’t help but think. As he lay belly-down on top of the bench, he was acutely aware of his asshole twitching and dripping, still pumped full with two of his brothers’ cum.

The worst part was how empty Derek felt. His body craved to be played with, to get more of what his brothers had given him.

Before long, he was bucking his hips into the air. His eyes were riveted to the screens, especially the one that sported a close-up of his ass and cock. Fuck.

The person who had tied Derek down against the bench had pulled his cock back between his legs. In his position, his cock was trapped against the side of the bench, pointing straight down relative to the rest of him.

Derek was stiff and leaking. Cum from his hole wasn’t just trickling down the inside of his thighs, it was leaking over his taint, dripping on his balls, and running down his cock. It was fucking hot.

At the same time, though, Derek’s emotions were all over the place. On one hand, he was disgusted and angry at what Chimera had done to his family. On the other hand, he felt strangely satisfied—as if he were fulfilling some grand destiny.

It was weird. Derek didn’t know how else to describe it. There was just a part of him that felt this was the way things were supposed to be—that felt he was meant to be a receptacle for his brothers’ cum.

Derek realized he had overlooked something important. For a martial artist, a breakthrough to the next realm at a crucial moment was an incredible experience, but a dangerous one.

Yes, Derek had become more powerful. Yes, he had gained new strength, but like any great transformation, his breakthrough had left him vulnerable. His newfound power hadn’t been stabilized yet, and since his breakthrough had been galvanized by it, his sense of purpose was similarly in flux.

Ironically, it was the very nature of that sense of purpose that made Derek doubly vulnerable to what was happening. It had been his desire to protect his family that had caused his breakthrough, and now, that same desire was being stretched and warped by the lust and arousal pulsing through his veins.

Derek knew what was happening, too. He could feel it. The distortion was subtle, but it was significant all the same. He no longer wanted to safeguard just his family’s wellbeing; now, he wanted to make sure they were happy, too. In every sense of the word.

If his brothers were pent up; if they needed to get their rocks off, or were simply horny enough to want a hole to dump a load into, then Derek was going to fulfill that role. Because it meant addressing their needs. Because it meant making them happy.

Derek moaned. He was reeling. His mind was spinning. Chimera couldn’t have planned for this to happen, but it was nevertheless the very thing that he had hoped would save him that was helping him fall for Chimera’s machinations.

He couldn’t see a way out, and that wasn’t just the haze of arousal in his head weighing down on his capacity for reason. He genuinely had no idea how he was supposed to course-correct. All his past breakthroughs had been made in safe, controlled conditions.

Before Derek could consider his conundrum any further, the door to the room opened again. This time, Chimera’s thugs admitted Marcus into the room.

A cold knot sank into the pit of Derek’s stomach. Things were only going to get worse for him unless he figured out a solution, and quickly. If Marcus fucked him like the other two had, his sense of purpose would end up being distorted even further, and if that happened… Gods. Derek shivered. He couldn’t even bring himself to think about it, though his cock did respond positively to the notion.

Unlike Tristan and Leo, Marcus caught himself quickly, barely stumbling after getting shoved into the room. When the top screen turned back on to show his face, he looked utterly wasted, but even high as a kite, an exuberant grin split his face.

“Oh, shit, Chimera, Sir! How did you know I always wanted to fuck a muscle pussy?” Marcus moaned as he approached Marcus. “Fuck. The only thing that could make this better is if that fat ass belongs to my dad, Sir! Thank you so much for the thoughtful gift!”

A chill ran down the length of Derek’s spine. He wasn’t the only one who fantasized about their dad. He wasn’t alone. Fuck. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the ridiculousness of it all.

It was one more thing Derek and Marcus had in common, he supposed. Something to tie them closer together as brothers, even though the idea that two brothers could be bonded by oversexed fantasies about their dad, felt strangely humiliating and denigrating.

“Marcus. Marcus. It’s me. Derek. Your older brother. You need to fight this. Whatever Chimera did to you, please, you need to fight it!” Derek whined. “The only way we can survive this is if you fight it. You don’t want to turn your older brother into a family cumdump, do you? Please… N-no matter how hot that might seem, you have to stop…”

Marcus didn’t seem to care. Derek might as well have been talking to a brick wall.

Unlike the two before him, Marcus wasn’t fully naked. He had six vibrator remote controls taped to his legs. Four had wires running up and inside his ass, likely jostling against one another in the tight heat of his ass. The other two remotes were wired to a pair of egg-shaped vibrators currently being held in both of Marcus’ hands.

Derek pulled against his restraints. He’d thought things couldn’t be worse now that three of his brothers had been brought against him, but those vibrators were bound to make him even more vulnerable.

Marcus paid little heed to Derek’s protests. He grabbed Derek by the hip, then pushed the first vibe inside Derek. It went in with no trouble, and once it was firmly lodged, he pushed the button on the controller to activate the vibrator.

Derek moaned as he felt the vibrator come to life inside his ass. It was incredible. He didn’t think a vibrator could feel good, but the pleasant buzzing was making his whole body tingle. And then the second vibrator was added.

“Ma-Marcus, please… This isn’t right. This isn’t you. You need to purge your system of the VNM and free me!” Derek moaned. The vibrator had shifted and now it was merrily buzzing away right next to his prostate, driving him mad.

Derek’s toes curled from the pleasure. The vibrator was driving him mad. The rumbling was so intense that he had to believe that the damned thing was maxed out, but there was a second one.

Marcus shoved the second vibrator inside Derek without hesitation or preamble. The two rattled and shook against each other, which somehow translated into the sensations becoming even stronger.

“M-Marcus!” Derek gasped, “P-please! It’s too intense. I-I’m gonna lose my mind!”

Marcus chuckled. He playfully swatted Derek’s ass. “That’s the point,” he said. “Fuck, though, bro, honestly. If Dad went pussy-up for me like this, you can’t even begin to imagine what sort of shit I would do to him. Oh, I’m so fucking glad you gave me this opportunity, Chimera, Sir! I won’t forget your generosity!”

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, pushing his cock into Derek with relative ease. He didn’t immediately start pumping his hips, but that didn’t mean that he was giving Derek a chance to adjust to him.

Marcus’ cock plus the two vibrators were stretching Derek out like nothing else on the inside. His hole didn’t feel the stretch, but his chute certainly did. He couldn’t help but moan, especially when one of those vibrators shifted and essentially pinned itself between Marcus’ cock and his ass.

Derek groaned. He felt as if his brain was shaking apart from the intensity of the vibrations. He knew they were pretty localized to his ass, but with one of them pressed right up against his prostate, he felt like the vibrations were spreading all throughout his body. It only got more intense when Marcus started moving, his cock pushing those two vibrators even harder against Derek’s inner walls.

Marcus made sure to give Derek long, even strokes of his cock. He was savoring this, taking his time unlike the other two. Still, he was panting and moaning under his breath, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He leaned forward, water dripping from his brow onto Derek’s back as he pulled out with his hamstrings wobbling.

If the four vibrators in Marcus’ were going at least as hard as the two in Derek’s ass, then Derek couldn’t possibly blame his brother for being so shaky. All those vibrations, and the vibrators themselves clattering against one another, must have been maddening.

“Shit,” Marcus grunted as his fingers tightened around Derek’s hips. “I don’t know who you are, bro, but my dad’s got me so fucked up. I’m obsessed with muscle cunt because of him. I want to fuck him so badly. I want him to fuck me so bad. What do you think, bro? You think Sir Chimera might make it happen if I’m a good boy for him?”

Derek shivered, his hole clamping tight around the base of Marcus’ dick. He couldn’t believe his brother was saying this, and about their dad no less. He supposed it was pretty par for the course for this evening, though, and it wasn’t like similar thoughts hadn’t crossed his mind of late.

Fuck. It was repulsive—or at least, it should have been—but it was so fucking hot, too. Just thinking about a threesome with Trevor and Marcus, with Trevor between them, made his cock throb.

Despite the remarkable restraint that Marcus showed at the beginning, it didn’t take long before his rhythm faltered. His nails dug into the meat of Derek’s hips, grunting under his breath as his thrusts became more forceful and ragged.

The low, guttural noises coming from Marcus were unexpected, both in that Derek never expected to hear those sorts of sounds from his younger brother, but also because they were surprisingly fucking hot. This time, Derek didn’t bother asking Marcus to stop. He knew his pleas would fall on deaf ears, and the truth was that he didn’t want Marcus to stop.

Derek didn’t see much of a point in appealing to their brotherly bond, anyway, since his brothers had not only failed to recognize him, but had also apparently developed a selective deafness when it came to his reminders that they were family. All that his brothers had seen, as far as he could tell, was a hole they could fuck and breed, and as dehumanizing and degrading as that was, he had never been harder.

Molten heat spread through Derek’s guts as Marcus came. He arched his spine, his inner walls fluttering while his hole clenched and unclenched around the girth of Marcus’ cock. Fuck. He didn’t know what it was about being seeded, but it just made him so fucking horny.

Derek jerked against his restraints when Marcus swatted his ass. “Thank you so much, Chimera, Sir, for giving me this gift. This is such a pretty ass. It deserves to be fucked over and over and over again, so please, let me use it again! I promise I’ll be a good boy!”

In lieu of an answer from Chimera, two henchmen walked into the room, grabbed Marcus by the arms, and pulled him off of Derek. His cock popped out with a squelch, but the vibes stayed. At least, they stayed until the wires pulled taut since they were still also attached to Marcus.

Derek moaned, his eyes going wild as he felt the vibrators jostling against each other as Marcus was hauled away. Instead of exiting one after the other, they both jammed into Derek’s tight asshole, stretching him out extra on the way out.

Fuck, Derek thought to himself. It burned, but even he had to admit that the buzzing felt good on his rim. Then, with a lewd pop, they won free and clattered on the ground.

Derek was left on the bench, panting and moaning. He’d rationalized not saying anything in the moment, but he shouldn’t have stopped protesting. He should have kept trying to reach Marcus, even if in the end it turned out to be futile. At least he could have told himself that he’d tried.

Instead, Derek had allowed Marcus to fuck him, to put two vibrators inside him. Fuck. He couldn’t even bring himself to think about how sick it was that he just lay there and took it. The only thing in his head was how hot it had been, and how soon he would be able to do it again.

Derek’s cock was throbbing. He was so turned on, it was wild. He hadn’t been exposed to Chimera like the others, so he didn’t get it. Why was he feeling this way even when he’d only been dosed with VNM once?

Maybe it wasn’t the VNM at all, like he’d been trying to tell himself this whole time. Maybe it was just him. Maybe this was who he had been the whole time, and he’d just never known because he’d been too busy with managing the finances and making sure the dojo didn’t fall apart.

Fuck. Derek didn’t understand.

---

Long minutes after Marcus had left, Derek was still wound up. His entire body felt hypersensitive, and he was craving a cock in his hole something fierce.

That itch had been there already and was made worse by Leo and Tristan giving him his first two proper fucks. Marcus and his vibrators had, in turn, intensified it to the point that it was impossible to ignore.

It would have been funny if it weren’t so sad. Derek was supposed to be straight, and yet, here he was, strapped to a breeding bench with his spine arched and his ass pushed up into the air. He might not have been saying it with his words, but his posture was practically begging for him to be dicked down, for him to be railed senseless.

Derek’s stomach churned. He knew what he’d said to Chimera, but maybe this really wasn’t a fight that he could win. Maybe this was a fight his family never could have won. Maybe they were just never meant to win from the start.

It was defeatist. He knew that. It was profoundly unhelpful, but he couldn’t control the way he felt. What else was he supposed to think, anyway, when his brothers had fallen so completely under Chimera’s control that they hadn’t even recognized him—when his body was craving having their cocks inside him and their cum all over him.

Derek didn’t want to admit it or even acknowledge it because once he gave it any legitimacy, then it would feel way too real. The fact was, though, it was possible he had already lost.

The top screen turned on, and it was Chimera again, his face still hidden behind that black polyglass visor. “How are you doing, little turtle?” said Chimera with a laugh. “Gods. You must be starting to crumble now, huh? Maybe realizing that you’re not the hero you like to make yourself out to be? That maybe you don’t hold those principles of yours quite as dear as you thought?”

Derek opened his mouth to say something, anything in his defense, but there had been nothing untrue in what Chimera said. If he were being honest, there was a part of him that wished he were as drugged up as the rest of his brothers. That blissful ignorance was poison, but the blissful part was the key.

What Leo, Tristan, and Marcus had done to him had felt so good, and a not-insignificant part of him wished that he could have just enjoyed every moment without the guilt gnawing at the corners of his mind. If he were just as high out of his mind as his brothers have been, he was sure he would have been able to enjoy the experiences better.

“It doesn’t matter,” said Chimera with a laugh. “Because the guest of honor has arrived. And if everything so far hasn’t broken your resolve just yet, this is the part of the night that’s definitely going to do that.”

The door opened, but this time, instead of two henchmen shoving someone into the room, two guards filed in. They turned to face each other and stood at attention. When someone stepped foot past the threshold of the door, they saluted and then took a step back, closing the doors behind them.

Trevor walked in. His head was held high. His chest was puffed out. The top screen switched to a feed of Trevor’s chest, his eyes glowing with the same purple as the others. His grin stretched from ear to ear, and he had one hand toying with a nipple, with another gliding up and down his cock.

“Fuck, Babe. A fat ass on a hot young bod like that?” said Trevor as he licked his lips. “You really shouldn’t have. You’re going to spoil me, you know. How am I supposed to go back to being your good little cum-guzzling, cock-gargling bottom whore?”

"Just because you’re allowed to use your little joystick this once doesn’t mean you’re not a pathetic, cum-hungry faggot. That’s a part of who you are. You can’t change that, no matter who or what you try to pretend to be,” said Chimera with a laugh.

“I know, Babe. I know,” said Trevor. “I’m not trying to be ungrateful or anything. You’ve given me such a sweet ass to play with, how could I be mad? I’m very grateful, actually. I can’t wait to sink my fat cock into this whore. Where did you even find it?”

Whatever Derek might have had to say died in his throat the moment Trevor called him an “it.” The casual dehumanization struck a chord. The effect was instantaneous and unexpected. His cock twitched. His spine arched. A moan spilled from his lips as the wave of arousal that washed over him then and there robbed him of the ability to speak—not that he would have known what to say to his dad, anyway.

Trevor palmed Derek’s ass cheeks. Through the camera feeds, Derek got to watch as they glowed, a stream of qi flowing into him from his dad’s touch. At any other time, that flow of energy would have refreshed his stamina, restored his strength, enhanced his abilities, and sharpened his mind, but on this occasion, it did none of those things.

There was something strange about the gold of Trevor’s aura. It was usually quite pure, the color of burnished brass in bright sunlight, but tonight it was closer to rose gold than anything. The bright yellow was tinged with pink, for some reason.

Derek sucked down a sharp breath as his ass cheeks tingled. Trevor’s qi wasn’t making it easier to escape his restraints or giving him the strength to break out of his confinement, all it was doing was heightening his sense of touch and raising his arousal.

As the tingling spread from his ass cheeks up his torso and down his legs, he couldn’t help but moan. The affected parts of him had become so sensitive that the mere brush of air on his skin was enough to send shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Derek’s asshole throbbed with need. Thanks to Trevor’s infusion, the emptiness inside him felt worse than ever before. It felt as if there were a cavernous, yawning pit in his ass—one that needed to be filled, repeatedly and vigorously.

“W-wait, Dad, please…” Derek gasped out. There was a part of him that was still fighting. He wasn’t sure how it found the strength—or where, for that matter—but it was the only part of him still clinging to the things he used to believe in. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Dad. We can fight him!”

Trevor chuckled. “Wow. Where’s this coming from?” he said with a laugh.

“Dad, please… You have to listen! We don’t need to give in,” Derek pleaded. He wasn’t even sure he believed that. Surrender was feeling more and more appealing. “We’re heroes, dad. We’re better than this, aren’t we? W-well… We’re supposed to be… We promised we’d protect the people around us! W-we can’t all turn into mind-melted cum sluts for a criminal kingpin!”

“Wow. Is this why you tied this thing down, Chimera, Babe?” said Trevor. “It has interesting ideas, I’ll give it that. I just wish it had something stuffed down its throat so I didn’t have to listen to the stupid, inane shit it’s spouting off. Hero. Pfft. What does that even have to do with me?”

The casual disregard in Trevor’s voice stung. Derek felt small. Inadequate. His dad was treating him like shit, and it was frustrating, humiliating, and degrading in so many ways. He wasn’t even being treated as a person. Trevor was talking about him as if he were just an object, and the worst part of all was that it was making him so godsdamned hard.

“What good are heroes anyway?” said Trevor. “So what if they keep the place safe? It’s not like they’re making the neighborhood better. It’s not like they’re helping the neighbors get richer. It’s just a lot of work for a bunch of nothing, so why bother with all that bullshit when it would just be so much easier to give in to the pleasure?”

There was something about Trevor’s flippant disregard that broke something inside Derek. He might have been able to handle being treated like an inanimate object, but not his dad talking shit about the very idea of being a hero.

Derek felt as if his entire world was coming apart. The person he’d looked up to, the person whose values he’d kept to heart his whole life, was talking about heroism as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience. The resolve he’d been clinging to all night crumbled further.

Arousal flooded into his body, filling in the gaps. What was the point of being a hero? Derek thought to himself. The question bounced around in his skull, replaying over and over again in Trevor’s voice.

Derek grudgingly had to admit that Trevor had made a good point. Being a hero had done little to improve his family’s lives. If anything, it had been an active detriment because of how much of their resources went into maintaining the operation of their little vigilante team.

The work of being a hero was a thankless job, but until now, Derek hadn’t really thought much about it. It felt weird to realize he had nothing to show for all these years of effort. Maybe if the neighborhood had gotten better for all their efforts, it wouldn’t have felt so bad, but besides the streets being cleaner, nothing much had fundamentally changed.

Heat pooled in Derek’s belly. It spread through him, racing through his body like a wildfire. His skin had been tingling all along thanks to the infusion of energy from Trevor, but now his mouth watered too.

Maybe Chimera was right about Derek—about his family. Maybe they’d all just managed to lie to themselves about being heroes when in reality, their true destiny was to be a family of sluts and whores.

He wanted to tell himself that there was still hope, that he was different. He was Onyx Tortoise. He was supposed to be made of sterner stuff. He’d always imagined that in the face of adversity, he would be the last of his brothers to bend or break.

It was just that the person he’d looked up to all his life—the strongest person he’d ever known, both physically and otherwise—had also come under Chimera’s thumb. If his own father had surrendered to the pleasure, then maybe this was just the way things were supposed to be. Maybe he was just wasting his energy fighting the inevitable.

Derek didn’t want to accept it, though. He couldn’t accept it. Trevor had raised him and his brothers on the value of hard work, perseverance, responsibility, resilience, and fighting for justice in an otherwise cruel world. The thought of abandoning all those things made him sick to his stomach.

If it had been Trevor in Derek’s place, Trevor would never have given up. At least, that was what Derek liked to think. The fact Trevor was leering at him, hard and ready to fuck him, made that idea a bit more questionable, but he had to believe that Chimera had done something to his family. He couldn’t accept that they would all willingly betray everything they used to stand for.

Derek whined. There was a part of him that so badly wanted to join his family. A part of him that wanted to give up the fight and surrender to the pleasure. The more stubborn part of himself wouldn’t let him. He was crumbling, losing the will to resist, but as long as there was a sliver of hope remaining, the hero inside him wouldn’t let him give up.

As long as he managed to endure things to the end, as long as he didn’t let Chimera’s games get to him, he would get his chance to break free. That was what he felt he had to believe, anyway. He wasn’t sure he could remain sane otherwise.

Derek knew what was coming, though, and in truth, he was excited. There was a part of him that had already embraced everything—the depravity, the perversion, his fall from grace… Even the borderline incestuous events of the night seemed more appealing than appalling at this point, and it was an uphill battle to fight the urge to give in to that part of himself.

Derek tensed. Trevor had lined up with him, cock head pressing against his tight hole. He’d been fucked multiple times tonight. His hole was the most stretched out it had ever been. Still, he couldn’t help but think, “Holy shit!” because Trevor’s cock felt so much bigger than anything he’d taken all night. It even somehow felt larger than the makeshift dildo he’d constructed out of his, Trevor’s, and his brothers’ sweat during their ritual.

Trevor pushed his hips forward, and Derek couldn’t help but groan. Trevor’s cock was spreading him open, and it burned like a bitch. The pain was fierce, especially as his rim stretched around the ridge at the crown of Trevor’s cockhead, and he had to force his knees as far apart as he could just for a modicum of relief.

Derek didn’t get it. Trevor was so fucking big he was having trouble taking him. His brothers had already given him a good dicking down, but apparently, that hadn’t been enough.

Suddenly, the head popped inside Derek. His eyes went wide. He gasped. A low moan spilled from his lips. Fuck. Trevor was so big, so hot, and so fucking hard.

Derek could scarcely believe it. His dad’s cockhead was in his asshole. If there was anything to exemplify just how twisted, perverse, degenerate, rotten, and wrong tonight had been so far, it was this. And yet, he was horny for it. He was leaking worse than before. His cock had never been harder.

Chimera reappeared on the screen, Trevor’s face relegated to a small picture-in-picture feed in the corner. As soon as he saw Chimera again, Derek couldn’t help but flush. Sure, he was aware that Chimera had been watching the whole time, but he’d never had to confront it until now.

Derek’s cock throbbed. The reality that a criminal mastermind had not only watched his brothers fuck him, but was actively watching his dad fuck him, was humiliation on an entirely new level. It was horrifying.

He could scarcely believe that things had gotten this far. His family had fallen a long way. He had fallen a long way.

This was easily Derek’s lowest moment so far, and Chimera was getting to witness every excruciating second of it. Chimera was getting to see how much it turned him on.

It was fucked. This whole situation was fucked. Derek was fucked—literally and figuratively—yet his cock had never been harder. If anything, he was hornier than he had ever been before.

“I hope you’re enjoying this,” said Chimera with a laugh. “And I can see from the way you’re looking at me that you haven’t quite crumbled all the way just yet. Probably still a stubborn little thread inside there that just refuses to give up the silly idea that there’s any way you could win this.”

Derek shook his head. He gritted his teeth. He pushed against the haze of arousal in his head with all his might and grunted, “Because there is. You won’t break me. I know it.”

Chimera chuckled. “It just so happens I’ve got something to help disabuse you of those stupid notions.”

The top screen cut away to a video feed of a different room. It was a pretty nice lounge of some description, the walls painted in a warm color. There was a large couch on one side of the room with a coffee table in front of it, and on the opposite side was a home entertainment system with a massive screen.

Playing on the enormous television was a live feed of what Derek was being subjected to. On the couch were his brothers, lounging in various ways, each impaled on the end of one of Chimera’s henchmen’s dicks.

Derek’s brothers didn’t seem as fucked up as they were when they came in to fuck him. If anything, they looked like they were enjoying themselves, stroking off as they fucked themselves or were fucked by Chimera’s goons while watching Derek getting debased.

Leo moaned when the video on the screen in the lounge switched to a close-up shot of Trevor’s cock in Derek’s ass. “Fuck, yeah, Dad,” he moaned to himself, “Break Derek’s ass in. Gotta love the way that fat fucking hog looks spreading a slutty hole open.”

Derek froze when he heard those words. Leo was clearly aware of who he was—of what was happening to him. Maybe it was because the worst of the VNM had worn off, or maybe his brothers had just been playing him for a fool the whole time.

Tristan was on his back, propped up against one of the armrests on the couch. His legs were in the air, folded nearly in half over him as one of Chimera’s goons railed him. His hand was flying up and down his cock while he used the other one to toy with his nipples.

“Do you think Dad’s dick is gonna be enough to dislodge that giant stick that’s up Derek’s ass?” he mused between grunts as the henchman rearranged his guts. “It’s gotta be rammed pretty deep in there. It’s probably pretty big, too.”

Derek flushed, heat blooming across his cheeks. Tristan seemed perfectly lucid, and it seemed less and less likely that his brothers hadn’t known it was his ass they’d fucked earlier.

If he was right, then they’d all heard him begging, and they’d ignored his pleas, anyway. They’d fucked him, fully aware that he was begging them to stop.

Derek couldn’t help but moan. He should have been angry. He should have felt betrayed. Instead, his hole clenched tight around Trevor’s cock, arousal flushing through his body.

One of Chimera’s goons was sitting with his back against the other armrest of the couch. His legs were stretched out in front of him on top of the cushions. Marcus was straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders, and bouncing on the end of his dick.

“Dad’s a pornstar, Trist, not a miracle worker. Not even Chimera could get that thing out,” said Marcus with a laugh. “With any luck, though, Dad’s delicious cock ramming into Derek next to that massive stick is gonna gape him out nice and wide. Don’t you think it’s about time someone gave the oldest a sloppy muscle cunt?”

Leo and Tristan both laughed in agreement. “Who better to give it to him than Dad, right?” said Tristan.

“Fuck,” Leo all but growled as he leaned forward, planting his hands on the ground while bouncing his ass on his respective henchman’s cock. “That bitch thinks he’s so much better than other people, but he’s gonna break just like the rest of us.”

The couch creaked as the guy fucking Tristan went even harder, drawing a low moan out of him before he spoke. “Oh yeah. H-he’s definitely gonna fucking break. Dad didn’t stand a fucking chance. W-what makes you think Derek could win when Dad couldn’t?”

Marcus laughed. “Trist’s got you there, Leo,” he said.

Chimera reappeared on the screen, along with the small picture-in-picture of Trevor in the corner. “As you can see, your brothers are drugged up, but they’re not mindless. They know who you are. They know what they did to you.”

Trevor groaned. He put one hand on the small of Derek’s back and pushed down, pinning Derek’s hips against the bench. He licked his lips and pushed forward, forcing his dick inch by inch inside Derek against the resistance. “Fuck. Those rascals. I didn’t raise them to be needlessly mean to their brother. Even when they are right.”

Chimera chuckled. “Let them be. They’re finally getting one over their stuck-up eldest brother. It only makes sense,” he said. “But in any case… They were in full possession of their own minds. Anything they did, they did willingly and deliberately.”

Derek shivered. He’d already surmised as much, but hearing the words from the serpent’s lips all but confirmed what he’d thought. The certainty felt like it should have hurt more, but it just made him hornier.

His brothers had known all along that they were fucking him. They’d heard him begging but only fucked him harder. He didn’t know why they’d done those things to him, why they’d treated him like he was less than dirt.

Deep down, Derek knew the answer. He just didn’t want to admit it. Chimera, however, didn’t seem like he was quite that merciful.

With a wicked little chuckle, Chimera said, “Here’s the ugly truth, bitch-to-be: your brothers are mine. Your brothers are mine. They’re all under my thumb—fallen. They have all forsaken everything they once stood for, and the only one left is you. Sooner or later, you’ll join them. I already know that deep down, you want to.”

Chimera reached up. He touched the side of his helmet. Glowing purple lines in a pattern reminiscent of circuitry stretched across the surface of the helmet, touching the edges of the visor. The black polyglass retracted, peeling away from the middle to reveal, for the first time, the face underneath.

Derek’s eyes widened. He gasped, and not just because Trevor took the opportunity to punctuate the dramatic reveal by slamming his cock into Derek’s hole.

Peter chuckled. “I don’t believe this is our first meeting,” he said. “But I’m pretty sure this is the first time you’ve met me as my real self.”

Derek moaned. Trevor had pulled out. His cock popped free of Derek’s hole with a lewd, wet slurp.

“Do you understand now?” said Peter. “This was never a fight you could win. Your family lost the war before you even realized you were fighting one. And if I read you right, what’s left of your pathetic little resistance is probably crumbling away right now.”

Derek was loath to admit it, but Chimera was right. He could almost hear the sound of his resolve shattering into a million tiny pieces. There was no way to fix things. He had no willpower left to resist. His whole family belonged to Chimera now.

He was supposed to be a protector. He had failed. He should have known that a threat had infiltrated his family. Sure, he’d suspected that Peter was an informant for Chimera, but it had never occurred to him that Peter could be Chimera.

Derek’s vigilance had failed him. He’d fucked up the most important job he had. There was no point in resisting anymore. It was over. His brothers belonged to Chimera. His dad belonged to Chimera.

Fighting back was ultimately going to be fruitless. Even if he did eventually find a way to escape down the line, he couldn’t be sure that his family would follow him, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to handle it if they didn’t.

Derek didn’t want to be alone again. He didn’t want to lose his family. If he gave in—if he accepted the pleasure and let Chimera take control—he wouldn’t have to be. He could join them. He just needed to let go.

A low moan bubbled up out of Derek’s throat. He pushed his hips into the air. The hunger in his hole surged to the fore. He waved his ass from side to side, begging with his body for Trevor to put it back inside, because the emptiness inside him was suddenly way too much to bear.

Derek wanted his dad’s cock in his hole. He’d wanted it for a while, but now that he didn’t have to pretend to be something he was not, he didn’t feel the slightest hint of guilt about it.

He didn’t have to act like some sort of respectable, upstanding member of society. He didn’t have to pretend to be some sort of hero anymore. His principles and values no longer needed to weigh on him.

For the first time in his life, Derek was free. He could be the degenerate bitch that he was always meant to be. He could indulge the perversions and fantasies that had been inside him all along. He could be as depraved and degenerate as he wanted to be.

A faint purple haze filled the room. It mixed with the thick scent of musk in the air. It filled Derek’s lungs, turning him on and smothering his thoughts. Any inhibitions and hang-ups he might still have had were crushed under the weight of the VNM haze, and suddenly there were words on his lips that he never imagined he would be saying.

“Fuck me, Dad, please!” Derek whined as arousal gripped him like a vice. “Shove your fat Daddy dick in my hungry asshole. Breed your muscle slut son, please! I don’t want to fight anymore. I want to be Chimera’s stupid little whore just like the rest of you, Dad! Please knock me up!”

Trevor leaned over Derek, his hands sliding down to grip him by the hips. He tightened his grasp, his thumbs digging into the meat of Derek’s ass. “Is that what you really want, baby?” said Trevor, his voice surprisingly tender despite being charged with desire. “Are you sure you really want to give up being a hero? Are you ready to leave behind everything I ever taught you? Betray every principle and value I ever instilled in you?”

Derek’s breath hitched in his throat. Hearing the reality of what he was asking for outlined in such blunt terms made him feel like he should have felt bad for asking, but he’d already made his choice. “Yes,” he said.

It was the only way he could stay with his family. It was the only way he could avoid being left alone in the world. And most of all, it meant that he could finally cut loose and immerse himself in the intense, indescribable pleasure that he’d spent the last few weeks fighting tooth and nail to suppress.

There was no other answer that Derek could give. “Yes, Dad, I’m ready,” he breathed, because it was the only thing that made sense to say. “Please, Daddy. Don’t make me wait. My hole needs your cock so badly. I don’t care about any of those things anymore. I just want to feel as good as you guys do!”

Trevor groaned. His face flushed. He chewed on his lower lip for a moment before tightening his grip on Derek’s ass yet again and saying, “Of course, baby. Anything for you.” Then he snapped his hips forward.

Derek’s eyes flew wide open. Trevor had already hilted him before, but this was different. Trevor had pulled out entirely before this, and now Derek was treated to the sensation of that fat, girthy battering ram between his father’s legs slamming into him.

Every muscle in his body tensed as Trevor’s cock plunged into him inch by inch. Any resistance his body put up was token at best, and Trevor’s cock beat it down without any issue.

Derek’s spine arched. His knees pulled against their restraints. Trevor had so much cock to give. There was almost too much. Derek had never been so full. He felt like he was going to burst, but fuck, did it feel so good. Not only that, but it felt so right.

Panting and moaning, Derek relaxed once the initial shock had passed. His hamstrings twitched as he rolled his hips, grinding his ass against Trevor’s pelvis with increasing urgency as he regained control over his body.

Fuck. It felt so good. Derek could feel Trevor’s cock shifting around inside him. It was so thick that it pressed into his prostate no matter what he did, and so long that it stirred up his guts as he gyrated his hips. The pleasure was mind-numbing. He was in ecstasy.

Trevor naturally responded in kind. He pumped his hips, saying, “Good boy. Take Daddy’s cock like the whore I always knew you were meant to be!”

Derek writhed in his restraints. Hearing his dad call him that made him shiver with delight. It was so wrong that he was getting off on it, but he didn’t have to care anymore. It felt so good, however insulting and belittling the praise. All he cared about was the pleasure he got from Trevor’s fat hog dragging his inner walls with it every time it slid out even a little bit.

Trevor didn’t launch into a full-on rut to start with. He savored Derek’s tight heat, giving Derek’s ass long, full strokes of his monster cock.

He wasn’t going fast, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going hard. He would pull out until just the head remained, and then he would push in with one smooth, forceful snap.

There was a crisp smack every time his crotch slammed into Derek’s ass. The pair of firm, muscular ass cheeks rippled with every impact. There was enough force in those thrusts that Derek lurched forward against the bench when Trevor shoved his cock inside him, the restraints being the only thing keeping Derek in place.

Every time, the base of Derek’s cock would catch on the edge of the part of the bench he was lying on. Every time, the restraints rattled as he was forced against them with enough strength that they would have snapped if they hadn’t been better made. Under those conditions, a lesser man might have broken, but Derek was made of the same stuff as his dad.

Sure, maybe Derek wasn’t quite as tough as Trevor was, but he was plenty tough enough for this. Trevor wasn’t even going hard on him yet. His insides could take a slow, steady beating. Fuck. He didn’t want it to end. It felt so good how his insides just gripped Trevor’s fat hog, getting pushed in and dragged out with every thrust.

Derek wanted more. He needed more. There were no doubts about it now that he’d chosen to give up on fighting back, and the words he’d been wanting to say ever since that time he saw Trevor’s cock flopping around while he got railed in full Nelson by Peter spilled out in a stream.

“More, Daddy! Please! You know I can take it!” Derek mewled. By now, he was past the point of self-sacrifice. That part of him probably would never change, but right now, he didn’t care what anyone else needed. He just wanted to feel good, and he wasn’t going to shame himself into hiding it.

“Dick me down, Daddy! I need it so badly! Fuck me so hard I forget what it’s like to be a hero, please!” Derek begged.

Trevor laughed. “I thought you’d never ask, baby.” He picked up his pace. His thrusts only got more and more forceful, each one coming sooner on the heels of the last.

Derek’s moans joined the harsh, staccato rhythm of Trevor clapping his cheeks. He was harder than he’d ever been, and the force of Trevor’s cock pounding into his prostate was sending pre-cum spurting and spitting from the tip of his cock.

His hips moved as if possessed with a mind of their own. He bucked and ground his pelvis against every thrust, Trevor’s cock scraping his guts and rearranging his insides.

Derek felt like a dog that was off the leash for the first time despite the fact that he was still strapped to the breeding bench with restraints somehow capable of enduring the brutal force of Trevor’s rut. Fuck. He was getting his ass destroyed by his own father, and he was loving every second of it.

He felt himself slipping. He was dangling off the side of a cliff, with only the tips of his fingers still perched on the ledge above. Below him was a yawning, bottomless chasm of perversion and depravity. With every thrust of Trevor’s hips, every slam of that fat, delicious cock into the depths of his velvet heat, the ledge crumbled just a bit more from under his fingertips.

Trevor shifted the angle of his hips. Perhaps it was for comfort. Perhaps it was for better leverage. It didn’t matter. The change was subtle, but the difference it made was not. The new configuration made sure his cockhead slammed right into Derek’s little bitch button.

The desperate, whimpering moan that spilled from Derek was pretty high up there in the rankings of pathetic noises that had spilled out of him, but he didn’t care. The intense, mind-numbing pleasure that Trevor was giving him was the only thing that mattered in the world.

He didn’t even bother to wait until the cliff’s edge crumbled all the way. He released his grip, falling backward into the pit. His eyes glazed over, his spine arching.

Trevor realized what was happening really quickly. His hands tightened around Derek’s hips. “Fuck, yes, baby. Come for Daddy. Let Daddy’s dick push all those dregs of resistance out of you.”

Derek moaned. How could he refuse? What remained of his will to fight slid into his balls, churned down into the load practically surging up his cock. His toes curled, his dick pulsing and swelling. The release was inexorable. Inevitable.

A desperate, keening whine escaped Derek as his whole body locked up. Pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt ripped through him as he came, his mind going blank in a flood of white as Trevor jackhammered into his clenching, grasping, fluttering fuckhole.

Streaks of white stained the edge of the bench, but Derek felt no relief from the release. He felt as horny as ever—if not hornier—and the haze in his head was just as thick as before.

Being an Esper, Derek had always had a much shorter refractory period, but the last couple of weeks had been shrinking that period more and more. Now, it took barely a heartbeat for him to be ready to go again, and his body sure took advantage of that fact.

On the screen, the camera filming Peter zoomed out. He was watching with a smirk on his lips, and as the camera pulled back, it revealed that he was sitting in an ornate high-backed chair that resembled a throne.

Peter was lounging in his seat, legs spread, ass practically hanging off the edge. His cock was out, as big as Derek had imagined based on what he’d seen of it—if not bigger. He had one hand on his shaft, idly stroking and squeezing along his length.

Derek’s mouth started to water. Peter was so fucking hung. He wanted it inside him. Needed it inside him. It was the single overriding thought that filled his mind.

Now that he’d glimpsed the full glory of Peter’s cock, it was no wonder that his brothers had fallen under its power. It was majestic. Beautiful. He wanted it in his mouth, down his throat, and up his ass.

The person Derek used to be might have balked at the idea of throwing himself at a criminal’s cock, but it hardly mattered at this point. It was Peter’s cock—Chimera’s cock—and he was in love with it in the deepest, most profound sense.

That thick piece of meat was nothing short of gorgeous, and it deserved to be worshiped.

---

Derek’s powers responded to the spike in his desires. They were moving at their own discretion, probably being directed by his subconscious, though he wasn’t sure what they would accomplish since there wasn’t much water in the vicinity.

Sure, he and Trevor had been sweating quite a bit, but that was unlikely to amount to much. There was all the cum and pre-cum, he supposed, but again, it didn’t feel like it was substantial enough. Still, the sweat clinging to his and Trevor’s skin was pulled into a small ball of liquid that hovered in front of Derek’s face.

The sweat was soon joined by pre-cum. Then after that, the ball was stained white with cum. So far, everything had been within Derek’s expectations, but what he didn’t see coming was the haze of VNM in front of his face getting darker as the vapor in the air was drawn together.

Derek’s eyes widened. He’d considered using his powers to conjure a weapon out of atmospheric water in the past, but developing the technique had proved difficult. After many attempts, he’d concluded that it simply took too much concentration that it wasn’t going to be effective during combat.

His subconscious, however, seemed to be having no trouble keeping up with the strain. More to the point, it had never occurred to him to use his powers to manipulate liquid aerosols.

Little by little, using the ball of sweat, pre-cum, and cum as a seed, the VNM hanging in the air coalesced into a big fat dildo that was about as close to lifelike—based on the screen—as Derek could have ever hoped to make it. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight, and the dildo—or rather, his subconscious—immediately jumped at the opportunity.

Derek gagged as the VNM-cock instantly shoved itself into his mouth. It was so thick that it wedged his teeth apart, the joint of his jaw creaking from the sheer girth of the damned thing.

His cock throbbed as the VNM-dick touched the back of his throat, which promptly closed up, making him choke. The VNM-cock didn’t care, though, and simply kept sliding back and forth across his tongue, fucking that tight ring of muscle at the top of his airway until it relaxed.

The VNM-cock tasted salty-sweet and musky. As the head pushed into Derek’s throat, he felt bits of it dripping down his gullet. It fucked his mouth, pushing in and out of his throat, pumping concentrated VNM straight into his stomach.

Derek would have thought that VNM, being an inhalant in vapor form, wouldn’t have much effect being ingested. He was wrong. As soon as the first drops hit his stomach, the stuff did its work, cranking up his arousal.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a little smile, especially as the VNM-cock skull-fucked him in earnest. “Gluck! Huck! GGH!” he gurgled as the fat dick made of condensed VNM slam-fucked his throat over and over and over again.

Trevor, not to be outdone, held Derek down and really gave it his all. He fucked Derek’s hole as if his life depended on it, rearranging Derek’s guts with the massive battering ram between his legs even as the VNM-dildo stretched out Derek’s throat.

Derek pushed his hips back against Trevor. Fuck. He could feel his insides getting stirred up. He gurgled around the cock buried in his throat, either begging for mercy or for more—he wasn’t exactly sure.

This was more than one of Derek’s fantasies made real. On one hand, He’d been defeated, his powers turned against him. He was being subjugated by a criminal’s cock, his throat greedily gulping down every last inch of that fat meat as he gave in to the ultimate betrayal of everything that he once was. Fuck. It made him so fucking hard.

On the other hand, Trevor was fucking him. Derek had been dreaming of it for weeks, both fucking and getting fucked by his dad, and he was now free from the guilt of it. Fuck. It felt so good. His brothers were right. There was no one else better to give him a sloppy muscle cunt than his own father.

On the screen, Peter chuckled. He was hard and leaking, pre-cum dribbling over the knuckles of his hand. He seemed to be enjoying the show that Derek and Trevor were putting on.

Peter snapped his fingers and said, “Come in, boys. Show your eldest what he can look forward to after tonight.”

Marcus, Tristan, and Leo entered the frame. They all waved at the camera and blew kisses. Trevor blew kisses back, laughed, and said, “You’ll have to forgive your brother for not greeting you back, boys. He’s a bit tied up.”

The others laughed as they knelt in front of Peter. Marcus and Tristan leaned in and started making out with Peter’s cock between them. Leo turned to face the camera, leaned back, and suckled on the full, hefty sack under Peter’s hard cock.

Peter tilted his head back and groaned. He placed his hands on Marcus’ and Tristan’s heads, glancing at each before turning his attention to the camera. “This can be yours too,” said Peter with a smirk. “All you have to do is say that you’re mine. You have to mean it, but I can’t imagine that’ll be too hard even for a dumb meathead like you. Tell me you belong to me from now on, and you can have what your brothers are having.”

Derek moaned, gurgling around the VNM-cock lodged in his throat. There was nothing left to hold him back, especially when the VNM-cock pulled out with a lewd squelch.

Spit and throat slime tinged purple with VNM gushed out of Derek’s mouth. He couldn’t speak for a bit, coughing and spluttering as he tried to find his voice. Eventually, though, he managed to collect himself enough to look past the watery VNM-cock hovering in front of his face to look at the actual cock he was supposed to be worshipping.

Derek gulped and moaned as a fresh dose of VNM caught in the spit from his mouth hit his stomach. “I’m yours, Peter!” he croaked. “I’m yours from now on,” he insisted, his voice stronger this time.

“I’m yours forever!” he all but shouted after clearing his throat.

The admission burned inside Derek. He felt none of the shame that he expected to, just relief that he didn’t have to fight back anymore. That he would be rejoined with his family before much longer.

More importantly, there was no small amount of excitement that worked its way through him once he declared that he was going to be Peter’s from now on. His cock twitched, dripping pre-cum down the edge of the bench. His hole tightened, eliciting a moan from Trevor, who only fucked him harder as a result.

For the first time in his life, Derek was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he had done the right thing for himself. It didn’t matter that with his surrender, he was leaving their neighborhood defenseless against future threats. He didn’t care anymore. He wasn’t a hero. He was just a whore. A zero. A cock-hungry slut, like the rest of his family.

“Good boy,” Trevor all but growled in Derek’s ear. “Such a good boy. I knew you’d fucking come around, baby,” he added as he pumped his hips with ever greater force. “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so hard. I’m gonna make you nice and ready for when you give yourself to Chimera like the good little bitch that you are and he makes you into his proper whore.”

Derek tossed his head back and whined, Trevor’s words making his cock somehow even harder.

Trevor leaned over Derek. He nipped at Derek’s shoulder. “You’re making me so proud right now, baby! I’m gonna load you up just like you asked! I’m gonna fill your fuckhole with Daddy’s nut. Turn you into a butt slut forever. That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby? That’s what you want, right?”

Derek mewled pathetically, his voice climbing one or two octaves as he whimpered, “Yes, Daddy! I want that more than anything!”

What a sight he must have made, a thick, muscular boy, easily the strongest among his brothers, strapped down to a bench, bucking his toned, supple ass on his own dad’s dick, whining like a fucking bitch to be bred by his own dad. It was pathetic. Perverse. Undignified. Degenerate. There was no other way to describe the filthy, reprobate level that he had fallen to, and he didn’t care how bad it looked.

Trevor bit down on the crook of Derek’s shoulder, his teeth digging nearly deep enough to draw blood. With one last, powerful thrust of his hips, he pushed his cock as deep inside Derek as he could manage.

The force of that slam would have pulverized a regular guy’s pelvis, but Derek took it like a champion. He moaned as his dad’s cock rammed into the very depths of his guts where it pulsed and swelled, getting even hotter and harder.

Derek’s whole body locked up as he realized what was coming. His toes curled. A long, low moan spilled from his lips.

When the first shot of Trevor’s molten hot cum splattered his guts, the pleasure was so incredibly intense and overwhelming, the pain of Trevor’s teeth bearing down on his shoulder adding a delicious harshness to the bliss, that it was enough to send Derek spilling right over the edge yet again.

Derek’s cock spurted against the side of the bench, long ropes of cum dripping down as his inner walls fluttered and spasmed all along the length of Trevor’s cock. His guts, meanwhile, were flooded with Trevor’s hot jizz, which felt so good as it pumped into him with shot after shot after shot.

Waves of pleasure rolled through Derek. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Each crest of rapturous bliss rammed into the one before it, stretching out the sensation into a tidal wave that threatened to wash his mind away.

Derek couldn’t think of anything besides how good it all felt, how amazing it was to get his ass loaded up by his own dad. He was so happy. He was on cloud nine. Every cell in his body felt fit to burst with joy.

Only after what felt like an eternity and gallons of cum being pumped into his guts did Derek start to come down from that blissful, orgasmic high. It was also only then that Trevor released his shoulder.

It was weird. Derek expected to feel some twinge of regret, maybe from a lingering wisp of the person he used to be. Now that it was over, though, he just felt oddly satisfied. At peace for the first time since he could remember. .*

All the tension that was in Derek’s body melted away as he collapsed limp against the breeding bench. His head felt wonderfully empty of cares or worries. The last time he had thought about finances felt like forever ago, and the world hadn’t yet ended. He hadn’t realized just how great it felt not to be burdened with all of that shit.

Trevor chuckled to himself as he pulled back and palmed Derek’s ass. He squeezed and kneaded those round, supple cheeks, sending shivers down Derek’s spine. “Such a sweet ass,” he murmured. “It would be a shame to pull out.”

“Fuck…” Derek groaned under his breath. “T-then don’t, Dad…”

Trevor laughed. “I didn’t intend to,” he said. “I think I’m gonna soak for a bit… But welcome to the fold, baby. It’s about time you let yourself have some fun. You don’t have to be the responsible eldest brother anymore.”

Derek chuckled. “It’s hard to believe,” he said. “I don’t even know what I would do.”

Trevor shook his head. “Cut loose for once. Have as much dick as you want. Leave the worrying to the people Peter pays to do the worrying.”

The corners of Derek’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “I never imagined the day would come that I would willingly become a criminal’s pet. But here I am. And I don’t feel the slightest bit bad about it, Dad,” he said. “It feels good to have the load off my shoulders, and in my ass instead, for once.”

After a few minutes, Trevor finally pulled out. His cum gushed out after the lewd wet noise that his cock made when breaking the seal of Derek’s hole around his girth.

Derek’s asshole gaped wide open after Trevor pulled out. It closed a bit, but not all the way, and Trevor ran his thumb over the twitching rim. Chuckling at the low moan that he managed to elicit from Derek by doing so, Trevor walked around the bench, releasing Derek’s restraints as he went past.

Once Derek was free, Trevor helped him to his feet.

Derek was unsteady, but he got to lean against his dad’s studly, naked body, so it wasn’t such a bad deal. For perhaps the first time in his life, he gave in to an impulsive thought. He started playing with his dad’s nipple. Fuck, he whined, “It feels good not to have to worry about consequences for once.”

Trevor patted Derek on the head. “Good boy. Now, come along.”

Derek looked up at Trevor. “Where are we going?”

Trevor chuckled. “Where do you think?” he said. “Don’t you want Chimera’s cock? And after that, we gotta celebrate. You’re back on the team, after all.”

“Celebrate, huh?” said Derek almost wistfully. “What’s that gonna be like?” he asked, his cock twitching in anticipation.

Trevor snickered. “There’s only one way to properly celebrate a slut joining up. A proper gangbang. Tonight is far from over. We’ve only just begun. By this time tomorrow, your pussy’s gonna be so sore you won’t be able to walk.”

“Fuck, Dad…” Derek groaned, his cock already stiff again with excitement.

“Don’t worry, Daddy will carry you home and fuck you into bed,” said Trevor with a laugh.

Derek blinked, his cheeks warming. “Don’t you mean tuck?” he said.

Trevor smirked. He leaned down and nipped at the lobe of Derek’s ear. “I said what I said.”