The chains binding Dean’s hands rattled noisily as they were pulled taut and the sharp, searing sensation in his lower body, as if a knife were being driven into him, forced Dean to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, unable to face the man who was so happy-go-lucky on him, and the man was still kneading his hips hard and going even deeper into his hot, tight, untouched place over and over again, and with each rhythmic movement came a fiery pain that made Dean ache so much and he could only tilt his head back and sink into the pillow.Damon’s excitement grew more and more intense, his energy palpable as the tension in the room thickened, which was a stark contrast to his usual composed and calm demeanor. The moment Damon slapped Dean's butt, the fiery pain made Dean couldn't help but cry out, yet somehow, every cry that escaped Dean's lips acted like an intoxicating aphrodisiac, driving Damon, who was relentlessly moving against him, into an even more frenzied state.Damon was so desperate
Another amusing incident involved one of the cleaning staff, an elderly lady who came to Dean in tears one day. “Dean, I’ve been sued!” she cried. It turned out her mixed-breed male dog had "violated" the neighbor’s prized pedigree female. As soon as the story spread, the dog lovers in the Dragon Gang gathered around, splitting into two camps and launching into an impromptu debate. Dean found himself forced into the role of a judge, patiently listening to both sides and eventually proposing a compromise. When the informal “court session” ended, everyone expressed admiration for Dean’s fairness and professionalism.The most entertaining moment, however, came when the son of one of the Dragon Gang’s elders sought Dean’s legal advice. With a troubled expression, he confided, “My dad keeps forcing me to go on blind dates, but every woman I meet is two heads taller than me. I’m only 160cm—I feel like I’m destined to be a victim of domestic violence!” Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at the y
Next thing, despite the lubricant, Dean was still left with the shameful pain during his rhythmic movement on top of Damon, who was underneath him expressing his satisfaction. He was not aware that his pose had pleased Damon very much as he didn’t want to touch Damon’s body but instead pressed his hands against the head of the bed, as a consequence he kept leaning forward slightly, bringing him even closer to Damon.Dean knew he was at a disadvantage. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, seeing what was supposed to be a spiritual and physical journey of love as pure sadism and just gritting his teeth and enduring it anyway. That's what Dean thought, but soon he realized that this time something was different, and a weird feeling was surfacing in his body. Dean felt hot and the hotness had been increasingly obvious, especially in the part where he and Damon were connected.Not only that but what made it even harder for him to talk about was the fact that there was an itch in that sp
Dean had been driving for half an hour when he found himself amid a desolate, mountainous area. The task details instructed him to meet with a member of the Dragon gang at a small cabin in the mountains. He didn’t think much of it and continued driving. As he reached a more open stretch of land, a group of armed men suddenly appeared on the road, forcing him to pull over and get out of the car. Dean, a scholar at heart and not one for violence, had no choice but to comply.Once out of the car, he was immediately blindfolded, his hands bound behind his back, and then shoved into another vehicle. Whether he was Dean Harrison now or Noah Leslie from his past, he had never experienced anything like this — a kidnapping. Fear and unease gripped him tightly.Dean was driven to an abandoned factory, where the ropes binding his hands were replaced with heavy iron chains, and he was locked inside a steel cage. Despite the fear coursing through him, he tried to stay calm. His mind raced, wonderi
Dean’s face was pale, his breath uneven. Pain and exhaustion clouded his gaze, and instead of responding, he turned his head away, his silence cutting deeper than words. Damon’s heart sank. The weight of the situation bore down on him like a heavy stone—regret, guilt, and a fierce need to protect Dean all battling for dominance in his mind. Without hesitation, Damon made up his mind. “We’re getting you to a hospital right now.”In the hospital, Damon anxiously pressed the doctor for details about Dean’s condition and, with a tinge of dread, asked whether Dean had been sexually assaulted. When the doctor reassured him, that Dean was not sexually assaulted by the men, Damon let out a small, shaky breath of relief. Returning to the ward, he found Dean awake, lying weakly on the bed. The sight hit Damon like a punch to the chest. Guilt and sorrow welled up inside him, a heavy burden that he could hardly carry. He longed to comfort Dean, to show his care and remorse, but just as he open
Dean gave a hasty reply and ended the call. While surprised by Leo’s revelations, he couldn’t deny that a sense of gratitude lingered within him. He put down the phone, thoughts swirling. ‘Perhaps it’s time to let go of the past.’ Damon had done so much for him, and maybe it was time for him to stop nitpicking and simply appreciate it. With that decision made, Dean chose to continue enjoying his vacation. As he strolled through the shopping district, however, something unexpected happened. His heart skipped a beat as he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. His body froze for a split second. The man looked exactly like Damon. Dean’s mind raced as he instinctively tried to avoid the figure, but despite his efforts, the man maintained a distance and continued to follow him. Confusion welled up in Dean’s chest, and his curiosity finally got the best of him. He turned around and walked up to the man. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone a bit sharper than he intended. The man
"So, you can take the advantage?" Dean shot back, rolling his eyes dramatically.The man walked back over to Dean, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Since you went all in with the highest-depth massage order, I can help you. After all, it needs to be dealt with. Can’t you leave it like this, right? A 'level ten' order? I’m more than capable, you know."Dean thought it over carefully. The man in front of him was someone he had already been intimate with, so there wasn’t much point in pretending otherwise. If he really needed help and this man was offering, he couldn’t say he was entirely unwilling. Without saying a word, Dean quietly loosened his bathrobe, letting it slip off before slowly lying down again. Turning onto his stomach, he assumed the same position as before, resting face-down on the table.The man grabbed him gently but firmly. "Still daring to lie face down? After what just happened?" he said with a hint of both concern and teasing in his voice. “Just lay flat so you're comf
Dean's stiffness gave way first, leaving the man's hand covered in slime while he was too exhausted to move. But that didn't stop his other hand from attacking, challenging the exhausted man's stamina until it reached its limit and that hand finally stopped, leaving the powerless man shaking from his orgasm. He didn't even have the strength to tremble when his sensitive body was caressed by the two sticky hands at the same time, leaving him with only a soulful moan in a sobbing tone.Though exhausted, Dean felt a profound sense of relief, as if every cell in his body had been liberated. He closed his eyes, resting for a moment, allowing his breathing to return to normal. It was only then, as the calm settled in, that Dean became acutely aware of the man still beside him, gazing at him with unwavering intensity, but soon his eyes were drawn to the man’s crotch area. "You ......""Well, it's obvious—he is awake," the man remarked with a tone of casual certainty as if it were the most na
But at that moment, his heart felt more at peace than ever before.Once the four of them were settled back in bed, Dean stood by their side, looking at each of them—still battered and bruised. Though they could speak and laugh, their faces were pale, their weakness evident, and it made his heart ache.He let out a soft sigh and was about to find a place to sit and rest for a moment when a familiar set of footsteps echoed from the doorway.Leo and Ted had arrived, followed by Linda and Tara."My dear little brother, are you alright?" Linda walked straight in, her gaze immediately scanning Dean, her eyes filled with concern.Dean flashed her a reassuring smile and shook his head lightly. “I’m fine. They protected me.”Tara’s eyes swept over the room, landing on the four men in bed, and she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “I can tell. But you need to eat and rest too.”As she spoke, she pulled out a bowl of porridge from the thermos bag she was holding and handed it to Dean.Dean bli
Dean pressed his lips together, his eyes cast down, a faint, rueful smile tugging at his expression. “I just feel... a little greedy. And... I’m sorry for them.”The Messenger’s fingers lightly tapped on the desk, a sound that felt like both a reminder and an awakening. “Didn’t they say they don’t mind?”Dean fell silent for a moment, then gave a helpless smile. “But I’m supposed to be a decent man.”At his words, the Messenger let out a light chuckle. “Seems like you still don’t understand.”Dean looked up in confusion. “Understand what?”The Messenger’s smile faded, and his gaze grew intense as if he were peering into the depths of Dean’s soul. “Why are they all part of the mafia?”Dean froze, his breath momentarily catching in his chest.He had never truly thought about that question before.Why weren’t they ordinary people? Why weren’t they doctors, lawyers, professors, or even just regular businessmen?Why, of all things, were they in the mafia?Dean opened his mouth, but no word
Chen paused for a moment, then spoke in a low, steady voice. "Shawn wasn’t a coward. He knew the final blow would be the hardest, so he let us take the first hits."Greg picked up where he had left off, his voice calm but carrying a weight of its own. "He even predicted how Ricky would plan things. That’s why he made preparations on our way there."Dean’s pupils constricted slightly, and his mind buzzed with confusion.He remembered the blood, the agonizing screams—the ten shots Greg had taken, the hundred blows Damon had endured, the thousand punches and kicks Chen had absorbed.He even recalled the image of Shawn being dragged behind the motorcycle, the blood and flesh grinding into the pavement, leaving a glaring, gruesome trail.If what they said was true, then what about Shawn?What kind of resolve had he carried to endure all of this?As Dean’s thoughts spiraled into chaos, a cool hand slowly rested on the back of his hand.Dean snapped out of his reverie, looking down in surpri
Chen’s vision was still blurry, but he tried to focus. When he finally saw Dean clearly, a barely perceptible smile curved his lips. His voice was so weak, it was almost like a whispering breeze. “...Are you crying?”Dean sucked in a sharp breath, quickly wiping the moisture from the corner of his eye. He shook his head. “No... not at all...”Chen let out a soft chuckle, a hint of weary affection in his eyes. “You little fool.”Dean’s nose tingled, and he quickly lowered his head to pour water, trying to hide the overwhelming emotions that were about to break free.But just as he was handing the water to Chen, a muffled groan suddenly came from the other bed in the room.Dean’s head snapped around, and sure enough, he saw Damon’s fingers twitch slightly, his brow furrowed.“Damon!” Dean rushed over, his steps quickening. One moment, he was tending to Chen, and the next, he was kneeling at Damon’s bedside, his eyes filled with urgent concern.Damon slowly opened his eyes, his gaze daze
“Mr. Dankworth’s condition is quite serious. He already has underlying health issues, and with the additional strain from his injuries, his bodily functions have deteriorated significantly. He’ll need to stay in the hospital for extended observation.”Dean mumbled to himself, barely able to process the words: “Underlying condition? Could it be from the previous injury? And his physical discomfort... He told the butler he was sick.”The doctor nodded solemnly. “He’s been putting on a brave face. His body wasn’t in a condition to handle this kind of trauma.”Dean’s breath caught in his throat, his mind going blank.He had overlooked something so critical.When Chen was injured, he hadn’t even uttered a single word of pain. Even after taking a thousand punches, he just gritted his teeth and endured, all while protecting Dean.But he had completely forgotten about Chen’s illness?!And the nightmare wasn’t over yet.“Mr. Hansley’s injuries are the most severe.”The doctor held up the X-ray
Dean gasped for breath, the wound on his neck throbbing with a dull ache. But what truly filled him with terror wasn’t the pain—it was the thought that Shawn would be dragged away again, that Greg, Damon, and Chen would continue to suffer.He couldn’t bear it again.Blood, pain, despair.Dean could no longer tell whether it was sweat or tears that ran down his face. His hands were held tightly at his sides, and the blood from Sally’s blade still marred his skin. But he had no energy to care about his injuries anymore—His gaze was fixed on Shawn, still lying on the ground; on Chen, who was equally broken; on Damon and Greg, their bodies battered and bruised.Each of them had been cruelly torn apart.And Ricky had no intention of stopping.Dean clenched his teeth, his knees almost giving out beneath him. He nearly collapsed but summoned every last ounce of strength to stand tall. His eyes were full of pain and humiliation, and his voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper."Please...
Ricky let out a harsh, mocking laugh before giving a silent signal to one of his men.The henchman instantly understood and turned to grab the iron rod nearby, swinging it without hesitation toward Shawn’s knee—Bang—!!Shawn’s body jolted violently as he dropped to one knee, beads of cold sweat forming at his temple.Yet, despite the searing pain, not a single cry escaped his lips, nor did his expression betray even the slightest flicker of discomfort."Ha, you sure can take it," Ricky mused, his eyes narrowing, a cruel smile curling further on his lips. "I’m curious, though... how much longer can you endure?"He made a subtle gesture with his hand, and the henchmen swiftly moved to bind Shawn’s arms behind his back. The other end of the rope was tied to a nearby motorcycle.Dean’s heart seemed to freeze in his chest.No... this can’t be happening...?!The sickening smile on Ricky’s face morphed into something even darker—an almost gleeful bloodlust. He patted the motorcyclist's shou
Dean’s tears fell even harder, a torrent he couldn’t stop.Small issue?How could it possibly be a small issue?!The wounds on Damon’s body... they were so severe… how could he even pretend it was a small issue?!Dean’s hands clutched Damon’s clothes tightly, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.He wished he could take their pain away—wished he could endure it for them—but he couldn’t do anything... nothing at all...The only sounds in the abandoned factory were Dean’s ragged breathing and the echoing of Ricky’s manic laughter.Greg was still soaked in blood, his body a mess, lying on the ground. Damon, though still alive, was struggling to hold himself up, but the fabric of his shirt was completely drenched in blood, clinging to his skin in a gruesome display.Yet Ricky, witnessing all of this, still seemed unsatisfied.He was like a madman, with bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. He licked the corner of his mouth, savoring the moment, before clapping his hands together."Alright then
Dean’s voice shattered completely, desperate sobs breaking through. He fought against the ropes that bound him, but they held him fast, leaving him utterly helpless.Damon’s eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Chen's hands were shaking with fury, and Shawn, filled with a rage that could tear through anything, longed to tear Ricky and Sally apart. But they all knew—they had to endure... they had to wait until the end.The ninth shot struck Greg in the abdomen. His body finally gave way, collapsing to his knees, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.The tenth shot—The force of the impact sent Greg crashing backward, his body slamming against the ground with a heavy thud. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, his chest rising and falling violently.But even in that state, he managed to open his eyes just a crack, fixing them on Dean. A faint, fragile smile tugged at the corners of his lips."It's... nothing... all