"Hmm? Would you like to join me for another wash?" Upon hearing the man's remark, Dean only realized that at this moment, he was covered in nothing but only a piece of cloth - his boxer shorts. Before he could react, the man lowered his head and transferred all the effort from his lips to his chest. The soothing rush couldn't help but make Dean moan as if begging for mercy. "Join me? Hmm?" The man covered his lips again, bringing the moaning Dean back into their intimacy."'Okay.'" When Dean's words were out of his mouth, the man picked Dean up and entered the bathroom. In the bathroom, they faced each other naked under the dripping water from the shower and indulged in kissing. On the verge of running out of air, the man pushed Dean onto his back against the glass door and began to enjoy every inch of him behind him. Starting at his neck, up to his shoulders, then his left hand, his right hand, and slowly kissing his way down to his waist and hips. The man's hands caressed Dean's che
The man walked up to Dean, a playful smile on his face as he asked, “So, how’s it feel?”Dean answered honestly, “It’s nice, but I think you’re being a bit dramatic.”The man chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious spark. “Alright, prepare yourself. In three minutes, we’ll begin the real journey.”Dean didn’t quite understand what the man meant, but seeing the smile on his face, he didn’t press the matter further. In those three minutes, he watched as the man expertly maneuvered the yacht, his curiosity growing about what this “fun journey” really entailed.The three minutes passed quickly, and the man approached Dean. With a simple “Three, two, one,” he suddenly grabbed Dean’s hand and leaped into the sea.Dean’s heart sank, a rush of surprise, anxiety, and excitement coursing through him. The moment he hit the water, he felt it envelop him completely, the sound of the ocean filling his ears. He quickly adjusted to the water, his swimming skills kicking in, though a twinge of u
The man paid no attention to Dean’s resistance, dragging him straight into the sea. By the time Dean was set down, he was drenched from head to toe, glaring at the man with simmering anger. Yet, as his eyes caught the childlike grin on the man’s face, his fury dissolved in an instant. He couldn’t help but wonder—was this man always so fond of smiling? Or had something changed between them?Before long, Dean found himself caught up in the man’s infectious energy, and the two began frolicking in the water. Splashes of seawater danced in the air as their laughter echoed across the waves. Initially, Dean had been cautious, dodging the spray of water with care. But soon enough, he let go of his inhibitions, joining in the carefree chase and playfulness that unfolded in the cool, salty sea.The sun gradually dipped towards the horizon, its warm hues painting the sky, while a gentle breeze caressed their faces. Dean suddenly realized something that startled him—he was beginning to enjoy this
Dean felt the man's kisses gradually move upward to his jawbone and ear as Dean unconsciously turned his head to meet that kiss, accepting the other man's fondling of his tongue and invasion of his mouth. His moans didn't stop with that kiss and became more frequent.Dean's lust was aroused. Seeing the other man still hovering out there, he got antsy and stepped back a little, thinking he could start to connect, but what he got in return was a rubbing of both hips, the next thing he knew the sides were spread apart and a wet feeling, not like an intimate connection or a negative distance eve, instead the thing was flexible.As soon as the man's tongue entered, Dean felt like he was going crazy, not because of the urgency inside, but because of the teasing of that flexible tongue. Dean who was ready for the next step, felt an even greater itch there, and the desire for connection grew stronger.The man bent over; his hands cuffed around the base of Dean's thighs to prevent him from esc
The man was so comfortable with Dean that he couldn't resist grabbing Dean’s head to control his speed and depth, tilting his own head back, and closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasure. Later, the man, still worried about Dean's neck because it was uncomfortable going up and down, grabbed Dean’s head and held it still while he moved his crotch himself.When the man was almost done, he grabbed Dean's head with both hands and pulled him up, pulling him down onto him. "Okay, your turn." Dean was still trying to get up and start when the man took him in with a hand tightly around his waist. "Good boy, it's better to get it first." With that, he lifted his head and kissed Dean, making Dean commit to the kiss before slowly lying back down.The man's other hand began to massage Dean's lower back, the gentle rubbing was like an itch to Dean, an itch that made him squirm and indirectly rub against the man's lower back. The man, who was already ready to be rubbed, also got on top, but he was wel
“Dean, my dad is forcing me into another blind date!” Leo’s voice carried a hint of despair. “In a fit of frustration, I came out to him—I told him I’m gay. And now he’s furious, completely losing it, and demanding that I get married. He refuses to listen to anything I say. I don’t know what to do anymore.” From the tone of Leo’s voice, Dean could easily imagine the helplessness he must be feeling.Taking a deep breath, Dean glanced at the man beside him, who was casually rifling through his suitcase. “Leo, I understand how you feel,” he said calmly. “Have you tried asking Damon for help?”“I did,” Leo replied, his voice tinged with disappointment and helplessness. “But he just brushed me off, and now he won’t even pick up my calls. That’s why I had no choice but to come to you.”Dean fell silent for a moment, his thoughts churning as he cast another glance at the man beside him. Could the reason Damon wasn’t answering Leo’s calls be tied to him? After all, they had just spent time to
In the escape room, Leo’s sharp wit shone as he deciphered the puzzles with remarkable speed, while Dean pitched in with clever suggestions and keen observations. The two worked seamlessly together, their teamwork punctuated by bursts of laughter as they celebrated each small victory. The camaraderie was infectious, and Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so freely.At the PC gaming café, the pair dove into an intense multiplayer game. The room buzzed with excitement as they strategized, shouted instructions, and cheered each other on in the heat of battle. For a brief moment, the weight of their responsibilities lifted, and Dean felt as though he’d been transported back to a carefree, youthful time. It was a day of pure fun, leaving them both with smiles that lingered long after the games ended.Though the flurry of activities had left Dean feeling a little worn out, he still thoroughly enjoyed himself. It had been ages since he’d had the chance to unwind like this. Sin
Damon knew all too well the false charm Chen could project, and he was certain his twin would resort to any means to win. The mere thought of losing Dean, of handing him over to Chen, was intolerable. Determined to make things right, Damon leaned closer, his voice soft and soothing as he continued to explain.“Haven’t I already shown you how much you mean to me? I’ve been different with you, haven’t I?” he said, his tone a mix of urgency and tenderness. “It’s just that I missed you so much after not seeing you for those few days. That’s all it was—I missed you terribly.”Brimming with sincerity, his eyes sought to reassure Dean, his words a gentle attempt to bridge the rift between them.Dean finally turned around, his emotions overflowing as he began to pound on Damon’s chest. “Do you know how much it hurt last night?” he cried, his voice trembling with suppressed tears. “You used to be so gentle with me, always making sure I was ready, taking your time. I was genuinely grateful for
The air was cold, sharper here than it had been on the road. The distant rustle of trees and the faint crunch of gravel underfoot told him they were back—back at the villa, back in the place he had so desperately tried to flee. The realization tightened around his chest like a vice.Rough hands yanked him upright, forcing him to stumble forward. He couldn’t see, but he could feel—every tug on his bound limbs, every scrape of dirt and stone beneath his bare feet, every mocking laugh from his captors. They manhandled him without care, each shove and pull stripping away another fragment of his dignity.And yet, amid the chaos, Dean's mind raced. He couldn't stop thinking about what awaited him on the other side of those villa doors. Shawn’s rage, his cold, calculating demeanor, his penchant for turning Dean’s defiance into a lesson… It all loomed over him like an impending storm.But fear wasn’t the only thing brewing in Dean’s heart. There was something else, buried beneath the layers o
That night, Dean leaned against the window of the villa, his gaze sweeping over the endless expanse of forest. A thought, one he had buried for far too long, surged to the forefront of his mind—escape. The idea wasn’t new; it had lingered for weeks, perhaps months. But fear, coupled with the relentless pain his body endured, had always forced him to suppress it. This time, however, was different. A quiet determination began to take root in his chest. He knew that if he stayed, he would only face endless torment. Anger and defiance churned within him, a smoldering ember on the verge of igniting, granting him a rare and precious courage.Over the next few days, Dean began preparing in secret. He packed only the bare essentials: water, clothing, and a few rudimentary bandages—all crammed into a small bag. He had no room for sentiment or hesitation. His singular focus was to leave this place of despair behind, even if it meant pushing his battered body to its breaking point.And then, the
The image of ruthless gangs he had seen on the internet instantly flashed through his mind—lawless groups capable of unspeakable deeds. Among them, the Shark Gang stood out. At this moment, Dean was certain: perhaps the Dragon Gang and Cobra Gang weren’t as savage, but the Shark Gang? They were wild beasts, untamed and without conscience."So, it’s true..." Dean muttered under his breath. His grip on the file tightened, his knuckles turning pale. He could feel the fury welling up inside him, threatening to break free. But he knew better. Letting anger consume him now would only make him an easier pawn for Shawn to manipulate.Taking a deep, steadying breath, Dean forced himself to tamp down the storm within. He turned his attention to the other walls in the room, desperate to uncover more clues—especially about the enigmatic figure Shawn kept mentioning. The mystery gnawed at him like a thorn lodged deep in his mind, sharp and relentless."Even the faintest hint will do..." he whisper
Dean trudged through the villa with heavy steps, his pace deliberated and unhurried. Though places like this no longer fazed him—after all, it wasn’t the first time he had been confined in such surroundings—his sharp eyes still swept over every room with practiced vigilance. He pushed open a door and found himself in a study.However, this study was unlike any he had encountered before. The walls, adorned with nearly bare shelves, held little more than a few ornamental objects and a couple of lifeless potted plants. Dean's brow furrowed slightly as he paced around the room, scanning every corner. Yet, not a single book was in sight.“A study without books?” he murmured, a hint of perplexity in his voice. “Doesn’t this mafia boss like to read?”The thought took him back to the other places he’d been held, where the captors were eager to flaunt their cultivated tastes. Lavish rooms often boasted rare art pieces or collections of antique tomes, designed more to impress than to be used. T
The question was more rhetorical than genuine—Dean already had a good idea. A secluded location like this could only serve as a front for illicit activities. Yet, something compelled him to ask. To his surprise, this seemingly straightforward inquiry yielded an unexpected clue.Shawn leaned casually against the wall, the faint jingle of keys in his hand punctuating the stillness. His tone carried a strange mix of nonchalance and sentimentality. “This?” he said, glancing around as if seeing the place anew. “This is a villa I gave to that person.”Dean’s attention sharpened instantly, though his expression remained carefully neutral. Shawn’s words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Who was this person? And why had they been significant enough to warrant such a gift from someone like Shawn?Dean paused for a moment, his mind churning with questions. “That person?” he thought. He didn’t press, choosing instead to remain silent, waiting for Shawn to elaborate.Shawn glanced
Shawn halted in his tracks, a cold sneer curling his lips as mockery gleamed in his eyes. “Oh, so you do care about your friend, huh?” he drawled, his voice dripping with disdain. “I ask you to recall certain things, and you respond by bringing up your friend?” His tone was sharp, taunting, as though Dean's question was beneath his notice.Dean clenched his teeth, swallowing the surge of frustration and despair. He knew all too well that in his current state, he had no leverage, no cards to play. Yet, desperation outweighed pride as he pressed on, his voice trembling with plea, “Please… just tell me…”To Dean, this wasn’t merely about a friend. It was about Damon, Chen, and Leo—three people who stood among the precious few he could trust, the pillars of strength in his life. He couldn’t just sit here, powerless and in the dark, while their fates hung by a thread."I could tell you," Shawn murmured, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a low, insidious tone that coiled around Dean li
The relentless torment had pushed Dean’s mind to the brink of collapse. His strength was rapidly draining, every fiber of his being crying out for respite. Yet he knew, deep down, that if he didn’t act now, he would perish in vain.As Shawn yanked his head out of the water once more, Dean seized the fleeting moment. Summoning the last reserves of his strength, he wrenched free from the hand that had clamped down on him like a vice. He crumpled onto the poolside, collapsing against the cold, hard surface, his chest heaving with desperate gasps for air. Wet strands of hair clung to his face as he lowered his head, his voice raspy and exhausted."I can’t remember..." he croaked, the words carrying a note of raw despair. "No matter how hard you push me, it won’t change a thing."Shawn stared at him, the fury on his face giving way to a cold, mocking smile. Slowly, he crouched down, raising a hand to slap Dean’s face lightly. Each tap was deliberate as if savoring the moment. His voice, lo
“Ah!” he gasped, his body still reeling from the first blow, but there was no time to recover. The second strike came almost immediately, this time even harder. The belt lashed into him with vicious precision, the pain slicing through his composure and digging straight into his nerves.Dean clenched his jaw, trying with every ounce of strength not to cry out, but the sheer intensity overwhelmed him. A guttural growl escaped his throat as he doubled over as much as his restraints allowed, his breathing ragged and uneven.Shawn watched Dean with cold, calculating eyes, savoring the power he held over him. He raised the belt slowly, the motion deliberated, his voice unsettlingly calm. “Remember yet? Or do you need me to help you jog your memory?”Dean’s mind raced, panic beginning to set in. He realized that if he didn’t find a way out of this, he might not make it through the night. His chest tightened with each breath, the taste of blood rising in his throat as he struggled to stay con
Before the words had fully left the stranger’s mouth, Dean was struck by a searing pain in his abdomen. The man had kicked him hard, the force so brutal that Dean doubled over, a stifled groan escaping his lips. “Ah… “. It was hurt.He barely had a moment to recover before another vicious kick landed, this time slamming into his shoulder. The impact sent him sprawling to the cold, unyielding floor. With his hands bound, he had no way to steady himself. His face scraped against the rough surface, leaving his skin stinging and raw.Gasping for air, Dean barely had time to process the situation before a heavy boot pressed down mercilessly on his chest. The weight crushed his ribcage, making it almost impossible to breathe. He squirmed instinctively, but the pressure only increased. The man above him let out a mocking chuckle, his voice dripping with derision.“Struggle, Dean,” he sneered. “Let’s see how proud you can still be.”Dean gritted his teeth, cold sweat streaming down his forehe