Derek felt the deep bassy beat of the club music playing from the sound system in his bones. He used to never like the genre, but he’d come around to enjoying it. It was the best sort of music to get fucked to.

He was on cloud nine, pretty much. His lungs were full with the heady, intoxicating scent of male musk. His face was buried as deep as it could go in Anton’s armpit, his tongue lapping at the coarse hairs that had been matted with sweat not too long ago. It was mostly spit now, but the faintly earthy, faintly salty taste remained, and he couldn’t get enough.

Derek didn’t even mind the hand on the back of his head that was holding him in place. He could have shaken it off with ease, had he wanted to, but he loved the feeling of being forced.

He was a big guy. The sculpted landscape of his back was full of mountains and valleys, the muscles thick and powerful. One look at him made it pretty clear that he could probably pick normal people up and throw them around with ease, but one thing he’d discovered ever since defecting to Chimera’s side was that he actually quite enjoyed being thrown around himself.

It was a rare thing for a guy Derek’s size to get manhandled, but he lived for it. Nothing made his dick harder. He was so used to feeling strong and capable that he couldn’t get enough of being made helpless and vulnerable. This was one of those moments, and Anton had such a knack for it that he couldn’t stop coming back.

Alongside a love for manhandling, Derek had also come to appreciate the more passive side of that helplessness equation. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his entire family had run a train on him while he was helplessly strapped down to a breeding bench, but he’d developed a taste for bondage.

It was one of those things that, much to Derek’s surprise, brought him and Trevor closer together. It turned out that Peter had been teaching Trevor shibari both for use in the bedroom and just as a general skill for work and other things. Once Peter became aware that Derek was interested, he assigned Derek as Trevor’s regular practice partner.

The partnership had borne fruit, too. A tied-up Derek had featured as the centerpiece during the reception for the “VNM Blue” launch event. The evening had gone on to be a smashing success, and even now Derek remembered what it had been like to dangle above the crowd so helplessly.

The guests had teased him relentlessly the whole evening since his cock was the part of him in easy reach. He’d spent every minute of the event rigid and leaking, enough that someone ended up having to put a “Caution: Wet Floor” sign up under him.

A sharp thrust drew Derek back to the present. He was sprawled out on his stomach on top of Anton, with the latter’s cock lodged firmly in his ass. Another of his adult students was on top of him, cock buried alongside Anton’s. It was Micah, who he’d since learned was really more of a bottom except when it came to Derek.

Derek struggled to understand. For such a relatively lithe and diminutive guy, Micah was packing some serious heat between his legs. Micah was almost as well-endowed as Anton, even when, in terms of physique, Anton was easily twice as big as Micah.

The big-dicked twink stereotype, it turned out, was quite true. Derek had become rather intimately familiar with it recently.

If anyone had told him at the start of all of this that he would one day be willingly serving a criminal and doing his dirty work for him, Derek would have laughed. Life, however, had a habit of throwing curveballs when least expected.

Derek’s hole clenched tight around both cocks buried inside him as Micah pushed down on his lower back. He spread his legs and moaned into Anton’s armpit, his stiff cock twitching against Anton’s solid body.

“That’s it, Teach,” Anton cooed right against Derek’s ear, “Just relax and let us take care of you… I bet today was really frustrating, wasn’t it?”

“You don’t even know,” Derek grumbled into Anton’s armpit. In the past, he’d have kept his frustrations in. He’d never felt comfortable sharing those before, not wanting to add his burdens to theirs even though he was perfectly willing to do the same for others.

“Yeah, Teach?” said Micah as he pumped his hips, his stiff dick sliding against Anton’s inside Derek. “Those advanced class kids giving you grief again?”

Derek groaned, his spine arching as Micah went on fucking him. “You don’t even know the half of it,” he whined into Anton’s pit. “It’s so hard to control myself around them.”

Anton chuckled. “Which one is it, Teach? Do you want to get dicked down by that cute leader twink? What was his name again? Sven?”

Derek groaned, his inner walls fluttering around both Anton’s and Micah’s lengths. Fuck. They weren’t helping, talking about his advanced kids like this.

He’d promised himself, shortly after capitulating to Chimera, that he wouldn’t involve his students in his fantasies. That commitment had lasted all of five minutes into the next time he had a lesson with the advanced class.

Derek had watched these guys grow up, so he thought he’d feel repulsed by the thought of doing anything sexual with them, but they were young men now—adults who’d grown up well by some quirk of genetics, or maybe because of the martial arts they’d been practicing all their lives.

The boys in Derek’s advanced class had grown up handsome. Hot. Sure, they were still a bit naïve in many ways, but there was no denying they’d blossomed into beautiful adults. They could have appeared on the covers of fitness magazines, and Derek wouldn’t have batted an eye.

“You guys don’t know how hard it is to keep a handle on myself around those boys,” Derek groaned.

“Oh, I can feel exactly how hard it is,” Anton teased with a laugh. He shifted his leg, which drew a low moan out of Derek, whose rock-hard erection was trapped between his body and Anton’s thigh. “You’re down bad for that cutie, huh, Teach?”

Derek complained. “It’s not fair that you’re winding me up like this,” he said.

Micah chuckled. “We’re helping ourselves,” he said. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been getting tighter and tighter the more we’ve been discussing this.”

Derek groaned, his hole clenching involuntarily around the combined girth of Micah and Anton’s cocks.

“I bet you wouldn’t last 30 seconds if those boys ever came around to this side of things to take a crack at you, Teach,” Anton teased.

“Can you blame me?” Derek whined against Anton’s pecs. Sometimes, he wanted to just bury his face in them and scream. They were pretty good for that. Not quite as good as Trevor’s, but then again, no one he knew had pecs quite as good as Trevor’s.

Micah chuckled. “Nah, Teach. I’ve seen ’em around. They’re right cuties, they are. No wonder you’re always in such a state after your advanced classes. Can’t imagine having to hold back that much when all you want is for them to jump you.”

Derek grunted as he grabbed one of Anton’s pecs. The firm slab of meat felt fantastic in his hand, and he couldn’t help but squeeze and knead it a little bit. “Sometimes, I have to wonder if they’re doing it on purpose.”

“Doing what, Teach?” said Anton. His grip on Derek’s hips tightened. His fingers dug into the meat of Derek’s ass. A quiet groan escaped him as he shifted under Derek, pushing his chest out while Derek was toying with his sensitive nipples.

“Driving me crazy,” Derek hissed.

Anton groaned. “Fuck!” Derek had pinched his nipple and tugged, hard. “Don’t take it out on me, Teach! Well… Not unless you want me to take it out on you in return.” With a grin, he snapped his hips upward, slamming his dick into Derek with enough force that even Micah moaned from how tightly Derek squeezed around them as a result.

“S-sorry,” Derek gasped once the stars had cleared from his vision. “I just… I swear to the gods. It’s like I turn around for five minutes and suddenly, every single shirt has disappeared.”

“Oh? Little show-offs, are they? Hah.” Micah, at least, seemed to be enjoying Derek’s plight. “No wonder you’re practically gagging for dick every time you finish one of those lessons, Teach.”

While Derek couldn’t see, he could hear the smirk in Micah’s voice. “Not like you could blame anyone else though, Teach. They’ve learned from the best, after all.”

Derek frowned. He pulled away from Anton for a moment to look over his shoulder at Micah. “What do you mean?”

Micah shrugged. "Just saying, Teach. Ever since you let the Big Boss dick you down, it’s almost as if you can’t get the clothes off your body fast enough when you’re around here. Wouldn’t have pegged you for one the first time we met, but I’m pretty sure you’ve got an exhibitionist streak about, oh… maybe a mile… wide.”

Derek flushed.

“Not that that’s a bad thing,” said Micah, baring his teeth in a wide grin at Derek. “I mean, I’m sure I speak for everyone here when I say that we all love the view. And besides, I’m sure you love the attention, Teach.”

Derek groaned, laying his head on top of Anton’s pecs. “You’re right,” he said. It wasn’t like the boys had started taking their shirts off unprompted. Derek had started the whole trend, complaining about the heat in the dojo.

The boys hadn’t wanted to say anything about the A/C, but had clearly been relieved when Derek brought it up. They’d asked whether the unit was broken and how they might have been able to help, but Derek had just waved them off.

The A/C unit had been perfectly serviceable that afternoon, after all. The only reason it had been hot in the dojo was because Derek had wanted it to be that hot.

All Derek had wanted to do was have an innocent bit of fun, showing off his shredded physique for his advanced class without them knowing that that was what he was doing. Unfortunately, that little scheme of his had backfired spectacularly since Sven and the boys had seen Derek’s disrobing as permission to take off their clothes.

“This is honestly pretty fucking funny, Teach,” said Anton. “You’re so down bad for them, you don’t even know. But the way I see it, there’s a simple solution to this problem—as long as you’re willing to give up on sentiment.”

Derek had a sinking feeling he knew what Anton was hinting at, but he decided to hear the whole idea out before judging it. He cocked an eyebrow, and in response, Anton said, “You could always just ask Chimera to bring the boys into the fold.”

“No. I can’t—”

Before Derek could even mount an argument, Micah cut in. “Anton’s got a point, you know. The truth’s going to come out sooner or later, and you already know they’ve got some vigilante tendencies. What do you think’s gonna happen when they learn Chimera has tamed the Five Heavenly Beasts?”

Micah shrugged and continued, “I mean, you know them better than I do, but do you know for sure that they’d take things lying down? It would be better to get ahead of the potential trouble, I’m sure of it.”

A sharp thrust of Micah’s hips drew a moan to Derek’s lips. “And you know how the Big Boss works. If you let him take them in, then they won’t need to get hurt.”

“And besides, Teach,” Anton rumbled under Derek, “They’re regular humans, so the full-strength stuff is gonna be more than enough to zonk them out. Don’t you want to see them all hopped up on VNM, losing their minds to how horny they are?”

“I don’t know… Would that be taking things too far?” Despite his lust, Derek still felt a fairly strong current of protectiveness toward the boys. Not that he didn’t see the point Micah was making, though.

There was also another aspect to this that Derek hadn’t yet considered: it was going to be easier to protect the boys if they were all on the same side. And maybe that was just his horny brain searching for some justification to sacrifice the boys to Chimera, but it made enough sense to him that he was willing to run with it.

Derek didn’t have the qualms and reservations that he used to have. Something being vaguely unethical no longer made it anathema to him. With a sigh, he relented. “Alright. I’ll go for it. I’ll ask the Big Boss.”

“Fuck yeah, Teach!” said Anton, his cock jumping inside Derek, eliciting a low groan.

Micah delivered a sharp thrust at the same time, saying, “Now that’s what I like to hear!”

“Not just yet though,” said Derek, turning his gaze to Anton while licking his lips. He hadn’t had his fill yet, and he wasn’t going anywhere until he had. “I’ve got one condition.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of Anton’s mouth. “Oh yeah, Teach? What’s that?”

“I need the two of you to breed me deep,” Derek groaned, his asshole flexing around the two cocks buried inside him. “I want to see Peter while there’s cum dripping out of me. I want to be filled to the brim when I ask him to help me bring the boys into the fold.”

Anton laughed.

Micah chuckled and said, “Well, your wish is our command, Teach. Who are we to say no, anyway?”

Soon enough, the air filled with the sound of Derek’s desperate moaning as both men pounded his hole to within an inch of its life.

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Gunshots. Glass shattering. Yelling. Sven was chilling at home on the couch, an action movie playing on the TV in the background, but his attention wasn’t on it at all.

Sven was staring at the university application he had open on his laptop. He had never really intended to go for higher education—he’d hoped to follow in Derek’s footsteps, to work as a vigilante and help keep the community safe that way.

Ever since the encounter with Chimera’s men, though, Sven had been having second thoughts. Yeah, he knew how to fight and how to protect himself, but it was pretty clear that he was out of his depth when it came to actual supervillains and their henchmen.

It didn’t help that Derek had been pushing the idea of post-secondary education on Sven and the other guys. They needed to be making good decisions for their futures—allegedly, anyway. He’d figured there was no harm in checking out the process, at least, even though he wasn’t confident in making much headway.

Sven took a deep breath and set the laptop aside for a moment. He’d been staring at the same page for too long, and he needed to rest his eyes. Pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, he reached for a bottle of pills on the coffee table with the other.

The pills were a supplement of some kind—a modernized version of those herbal medicines in the folklore that were supposed to increase a person’s internal energy and help them cultivate higher quality qi. Sven had been skeptical at first, but Derek had sworn by the stuff, and now that he’d been taking the stuff at the recommended twice-per-day dosage, he had to admit that the results couldn’t be denied.

A tingle ran down Sven’s spine as he swallowed the pill. He could have sworn he felt it hit the bottom of his stomach. It was a fast-acting thing, too. He felt a surge of energy from deep inside him and had to immediately begin refining it.

While the pill was very effective at what it was supposed to do, there was a side-effect that Sven had so far found too embarrassing to report: it made him horny. And it wasn’t even just a tiny bit of horny. No, it was the kind of mind-numbing horniness that had him fishing his dick out of his pants and beating off within 5 minutes of integrating the energy from the pill into his own qi.

Even now, Sven had only just had the supplement and his cock was half-hard already. How much of that was the pill taking effect, and how much of it was anticipation for what was to come, he didn’t know. It didn’t matter anyway.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if it had stopped there, but beyond making Sven horny, the pills had also begun to change his taste in porn. He was a straight guy. He had the occasional girlfriend, even though he never really had much interest in a long-term committed relationship. Either way, he had lived his whole life knowing that he swung one particular way.

The pills were making Sven question that certainty. It had started with him noticing the male stars in straight porn more than the women. Then he started paying attention almost exclusively to the men. Now, he could barely even get his cock hard if there wasn’t a guy’s ass getting fucked in his porn.

Sven had even gone so far as to give up on bisexual porn two days ago since the women had started coming across as more of a distraction than anything else. Now, he was watching gay porn.

It made no sense. Sven was supposed to be straight. He was convinced that the very idea of beating off to guys fucking should have been repulsive to him, but he didn’t think he’d ever been more turned on than when he watched two fat dicks rubbing against each other.

One particular studio had taken over Sven’s porn habits of late. It was fairly new as far as he could tell, but the stuff they were putting out was pretty high quality.

Sven wasn’t an expert by any means, but he could tell there was a lot of money flowing into the studio. The production value was just way too high for a normal indie team.

The producer, director, or writer had to have been a local because pretty much every single film the studio put up involved an actor playing the part of one of Derek’s family members getting taken down and getting fucked hard. Part of Sven felt awful that this was the shit he was beating off to, but at the same time, it was the very fact that it was taboo that made it so fucking hot.

So far, Sven had managed to avoid watching the Onyx Tortoise parodies, but they were godsdamned tempting. He hadn’t clicked on them out of a misguided sense of loyalty to his mentor and teacher, but he’d been fantasizing about Derek already. On multiple levels. And horniness was making it harder and harder to stay away from those particular videos. He’d seen the thumbnails, after all, and every single time, it takes just about every ounce of his willpower not to click.

Sven could tell himself that it was nothing more than morbid curiosity whenever he watched one of the other Chan family members getting dicked down in a porn parody, but he didn’t think the lie could have worked if Derek were the guy being parodied in the video. It was just too close to home, and he knew that things were going to get way too real if he ever crossed that line.

By this point, though, Sven had managed to horn himself up enough that he had already fished his cock out of his pants. His laptop was next to him, the studio’s website pulled up on the screen, and he was just about to click on a video—Golden Dragon Gets Throat-Fucked in Sex Toy Burglary—when his phone pinged with a message.

Sven hesitated for a moment. He was so fucking horny he wanted to just jerk off and leave the message for later, but there was every chance that it was important. He went back and forth for a bit, but eventually, the more prudent part of him won out. He nearly dropped the phone when he realized the message was from Derek.

In the text was an apology for pushing the university thing a bit much in recent days. Sven would have never held it against Derek, though. He knew his teacher just wanted him to make the most out of his life.

Sensei: I’m just worried that you guys are going to get caught up in things you’re not equipped to deal with since you’re so inexperienced. But I realized that I was in your shoes once, and that you won’t get that experience if I don’t give you the opportunity to. So, in the interest of making amends… Would you like to join me on patrol tonight?

Sven’s heart skipped a beat. His stiff cock and the porn on his laptop were forgotten in an instant. He fumbled his phone in his haste to send an affirmative response.

As soon as the message was sent, Sven got a reply with a rendezvous point. He knew how to get to the spot, so he got up, stuffed his cock in his pants, and practically sprinted to his closet for a change of clothes.

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The excitement of getting to go on an official patrol started to wear off as Sven got closer to the rendezvous point. In its place was anxiety. Apprehension. He wondered if he could live up to Derek’s expectations, afraid that he was going to end up being a liability instead of an asset.

There was another problem: the arousal from the pill was coming back. Sven’s dick was throbbing and leaking against his thigh, and his pants were tight enough that his cock made an obscene outline on the side of his leg.

Sven took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He still didn’t know why the pill was making him this horny, but the insistent need pulsing between his legs was almost impossible to ignore.

It was a struggle to push the arousal and lust away. His thoughts kept going back to that one studio and its videos. Thumbnails featuring the Onyx Tortoise flitted through his head, making his cock throb.

Fuck, Sven moaned under his breath. He was so fucking hard he had to hobble to the spot where he was supposed to meet Derek.

When Sven got to the rendezvous, there wasn’t anyone there. He waited for a couple of minutes, grateful for the chance to get a handle on himself, but when 10 minutes had passed and Derek still hadn’t arrived, he started to get worried.

Sven looked around. He hoped nothing had happened. On the positive side, the worry pushed the arousal to the back of his mind, giving him some much-needed clarity.

That tiny voice in the back of Sven’s mind wondered if it had all been a prank, but he knew that Derek wasn’t so immature as to do something like this. Derek also knew how much Sven wanted to help, and he wasn’t the kind of guy to spit on that sort of sincerity.

Sven tried to keep a level head, but the more he speculated, the more he imagined that something terrible must have happened. He was about to take off in pursuit when he stopped himself; this was the exact thing that got him and the other guys in trouble last time, and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

It took more than a few deep breaths to calm the rising tide of panic inside Sven, but it was something that he had to do. For a moment, he considered looking for reinforcements, but without knowing what he was dealing with just yet, it felt a bit premature to call in the cavalry.

Given that, Sven figured that the wisest course of action was to take stock of his surroundings. He didn’t know what route Derek would have taken to get to the rendezvous, so he didn’t have much to work with, but he knew he had to start somewhere.

Sven took another breath, but this time, it was to focus. He closed his eyes, ignoring the pulsing of his cock against his leg. He poured every ounce of willpower he had into spreading his awareness as far out as it could go, trying to pick up on the slightest hint of where Derek might have been.

The sounds of the city were a major distraction until he figured out how to tune them all out. He honed in on the things that he stood out as he eliminated the sources of noise one after the other. Then, suddenly, a low moan reached him at his perch.

Sven’s eyes flew open. As horny as he was, he was pretty damned sure that the moan hadn’t come from him, even though his hard cock made him want to moan just to take the edge off.

The other thing was that Sven was pretty sure it was Derek’s voice that he’d heard. He hadn’t exactly heard his teacher moan before, but he’d fantasized about it, and what he’d heard sounded frighteningly close to what he’d imagined.

From the sound of it, Derek wasn’t far away. Sven clambered down the side of the building and made his way over to where he’d heard the noise from. The dim light of a broken liquor shop sign greeted him.

Peering in through the display windows, Sven could tell that Derek wasn’t inside. And besides, he could hear the sound of Derek’s voice more clearly now that he was closer.

Sven crept along the side of the building and peered around the corner to the employee parking lot in the back. The place was in disrepair, surrounded by a chicken wire fence that had certainly seen better days, but there were a couple of cars there.

One that stood out amidst the rest was an unmarked black van with purple accents and tinted windows. Sven might not have had many run-ins with Chimera and his goons, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out which particular syndicate the van belonged to.

Stealth arts were, in truth, a bit of an area of weakness for Sven, but he had little other choice. He made his way through the parking lot, trying to keep to the shadows. Once he was close enough, he was able to just barely make out the silhouettes of two people at the back of the van, illuminated only dimly from behind by the flickering light of a nearby street lamp.

It didn’t matter that it was dark; Sven knew the silhouette of his teacher, and Onyx Tortoise was being pinned against the back of the van by one of Chimera’s henchmen. It was a shocking sight. Derek was easily one of the physically strongest people Sven knew, so it was hard to imagine him ever getting held down by a henchman.

Still, Sven couldn’t deny what was in front of his eyes. Every cell in his body urged him to get out of his hiding place and help. But if this guy was strong enough to manhandle Derek, then what chance did he have?

Besides, just because Sven could only see a single henchman right now didn’t mean there weren’t any others nearby. The van was big enough to hold a couple of people, so there was every chance there were others in there.

Sven was a skilled fighter, but he wasn’t sure how well he would do in a many-on-one tussle. And he didn’t want to cause even more of a headache for the Chan family if he ended up getting captured alongside Derek.

Reinforcements didn’t seem like an option either. By the time Sven ran back and got someone to help out, chances were that Derek would have already been grabbed.

Sven had no idea what to do. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place. In which case, he supposed there was only one option: wait and watch for an opening. No one was perfectly vigilant. As long as he took advantage of a lapse in the henchman’s concentration, then he was going to be able to try to save Derek.

It was a risk. Sven knew that, but he couldn’t think of any other way. So he waited. He crouched behind a car, peeking out only so he could take a closer look at what was happening.

Then it hit him. Sven’s eyes grew wide. He had been wondering why it was a moan that he’d heard, not a grunt. Now he had his answer.

The arousal that Sven had been holding back roared to the front of his mind. In the dim light of the street lamp, he could just about make out the pale, smooth flesh of Derek’s rump.

Sven couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His teacher’s pants had been pulled down, revealing Derek’s tight, muscular ass. Derek’s face was pressed up against the side of the van, his hips bucking while quiet moans spilled from his lips. Derek was letting the henchman ride his ass while pinning him against the van.

Even from this distance, Sven could see the part of the henchman’s cock that slipped out of Derek with every thrust. His mouth ran dry at the sheer size of the fucking thing. Not to mention the noises coming out of Derek every time that massive hog rammed into his guts.

Fuck. Sven felt like his dick was going to tear through his pants. He was that hard. He tried to resist the urge to grab his cock, which he managed for a minute or two, but the harder the henchman fucked Derek, the louder Derek’s voice became, and the more impossible it became for Sven to keep his hand away.

With every vocalization, Sven’s arousal increased that much more. Eventually, it was too much. He slipped his hand down the front of his pants, hissing under his breath as his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Sven jerked off in his underwear, unable to take his eyes off the scene playing in front of him. His teacher, his mentor, the hero he’d looked up to all his life was getting his ass fucked by a criminal. A henchman, at that. Sven could hardly think of anything more undignified and humiliating for a supposed protector of justice.

Moans threatened to spill from Sven, and he only just managed to hold them back. But then the henchman changed his angle and snapped his hips forward. The noise that the one thrust tore from Derek’s throat was so desperate and full of need that Sven failed to hold back and moaned, too.

The henchman’s gaze snapped to the car that Sven was hiding behind, the latter only just managing to duck back out of view before he was seen. “Seems like we have an audience,” said the henchman, his gruff voice mockingly sweet as he addressed Derek. “I wonder if there’s anything you’d like to say to the curious little kitten. They clearly don’t know what they’re messing with.”

All Derek could do was groan out, “Don’t be a hero…”

The henchman chuckled. “Good advice, I have to admit. I mean, look where it got you, Onyx Tortoise. Then again, maybe whoever’s watching should try to be a hero. I’m happy to share my fat hog with another bitch that needs it.”

“No…” Derek gasped as the crisp sound of the henchman’s hips smacking against his filled the air. “Don’t… Run…”

“Aww, come on. Don’t be a spoilsport,” said the henchman with a laugh. “Here, kitty kitty. Here kitty kitty. Don’t you want a big fat sausage crammed up your tailhole?”

Despite the arousal pulsing through his veins, Sven felt a cold knot of dread settle into the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. His mentor was getting fucked, and he had jerked off to the sight.

Things could have been so much worse if Sven had been just a bit too slow to go back into hiding. He couldn’t pop back up now, no matter how much his cock wanted him to keep watching Derek get rawed.

Sven listened to his better judgment for once and kept hidden. He barely breathed, afraid the henchman might pick up on the sound. His only hope was that the henchman would eventually lose interest, and thankfully, that was exactly what happened.

“Man, you’re no fun,” said the henchman. “Well, if nothing else, it’s a good reminder to wrap things up. I didn’t mean to overindulge. After all, my orders were just to capture Onyx Tortoise. Sure, the Big Boss gave me permission to have fun, but only if it didn’t interfere with the mission.”

Sven’s blood ran cold in his veins. He peeked out from his hiding place again. He looked just in time to see the henchman press a syringe filled with glowing purple fluid into the side of Derek’s neck.

A low groan spilled from Derek’s lips as the henchman pressed down on the plunger. The fluid seeped into Derek’s veins, creeping up his neck into the vessels that framed his face, and down his neck over his collar and shoulders.

When the henchman pulled the syringe away, Derek looked over to where Sven was hiding. His eyes widened when their gazes met. The flash of recognition was brief, though, as soon a faint purple glow took over Derek’s irises, and a vacant, glassy-eyed look washed over Derek’s face.

At that, the henchman grabbed Derek and marched him over to the back passenger door of the van. He thumped his hand on the chassis a few times, and the door slid open. “Time to head back,” the henchman said to someone inside, grabbing Derek by the collar to shove him inside.

The henchman climbed into the vehicle, closed the door behind him, and a few short moments later, the van pulled out of the parking lot and drove off into the night. Sven was left behind, stunned and hiding behind a car with his hand still down his pants, fingers squeezing his shaft.

As soon as the danger was past, all the tension in Sven’s body melted away. The arousal returned full-force too, though.

While Sven knew that he needed to give chase to the van, he couldn’t muster the strength. The need pulsing between his legs was impossible to ignore.

Sven leaned against the chassis of the car he’d been hiding behind. He pulled his pants down, grabbing his cock in his grasp. He tilted his head back, letting loose the moan he’d been holding in the whole time.

Pleasure pounded through Sven as he moved his hand up and down his shaft so fast that it was a blur. Tension coiled in the pit of his stomach, his balls drawing up against his body.

Sven had never been this horny before. It was incredible. It was intense. It was mind-blowing. And yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty because he was getting off on his mentor getting kidnapped.

Not that it mattered. Sven’s dick didn’t care, and it was certainly doing the thinking for him right now. The pleasure built and built and built until, suddenly, he tensed up and started spraying hot cum into the air.

Sven came so hard that the first spurt arced clear over the top of his head, splattering on the car. The next few weren’t quite so powerful, but he still ended up with his face and shirt soaked in cum.

Post-nut clarity hit like a truck, though, and the guilt that followed was crushing. The only thing that stopped Sven from wallowing was the fact that Derek was in danger.

There was going to be time to make amends later, Sven told himself. Right now, he needed to find a way to rescue Derek. And for that, he needed some help.