The Final Heartbeat

Laughter rang in the dimly lit room. The smell of smoke permeated the air, and the clinking of glasses mixed with drunkenness. Low whimpers, moans, and erratic laughter could be heard distinctly in the room. 

At the center were several young men with tender skin and delicate faces whining their butt and swaying their waists to the low song in the room. Some had tears in their eyes, showing how humiliating the situation was to them while some were smiling, having been used to the whole thing. 

"You come here. Suck me." This sort of command wasn't rare in the room, and at this time, the dancing young men would walk over to the nobly dressed men in the room and kneel in front of them. 

While their clear eyes remained fixed on the men, their fingers would work skillfully, removing the cottons obstructing them from capturing the half-erect dick of the men. They would open their eyes and hold the penis in their mouth, sucking with relish while making wet sounds to satisfy the tyrants. 

These lowly men were... artists. 

Brewster stared at these young, handsome men, and his eyes reddened. Riding a man on the seat beside him was the actor he used to idolize when he was in junior high. Never in his wildest dream would he have expected the handsome, icy-faced actor to be a kept boy of a wealthy old man. The man didn't even have an ounce of respect for him!

'However, is my situation any better?' Brewster laughed bitterly as he thought. 

Wrapped around his waist was a strong arm of a man. His back was pressed against a hard chest, and even with his nervousness, he could hear the man's steady heartbeat. 

Brewster's body was taut. He stared ahead, his mind filled with different thoughts as sadness overcame him. He hated the environment. He wished he could escape, but when he remembered the contract details and many other things holding him down, he could only grit his teeth and lower his head, not wanting to see the event before him anymore.

"Your cup is still filled." A cold whisper reached Brewster's ear, and his eyelids trembled. 

The voice was cold, detached, and scary. It made Brewster instinctively want to run away, but the man tightened his grip on Brewster's waist until he was forced to stay by the pain. 

"I... I will." Brewster mumbled, slowly stretching his fingers toward the table to pick up the red wine. 

He had left the wine untouched for two reasons. He was scared, and he wondered if the wine had been laced with anything that could harm him. 

Being a bottom feeder with no money and no popularity, he was like an ant compared to the people in this room. Any of them could kill him here without suffering any consequence, and Brewster was scared. 

He stared at the drink for a moment before slowly bringing it toward his lips, trying to sip from it...

"Do you want to join them?" 

Brewster heard the cold question again, and his eyes widened. 

"Th... Them...?" He stuttered. He wasn't asking a question. He was only genuinely shocked. He quickly drank the whole contents of the cup in one swig and turned his slightly flushed face to the man behind him. 

He looked at the man's perfect but extremely cold face, and his heart trembled. He held the man's collar and shook his head slightly while holding back his tears. "I don't want to." His voice was hoarse, but it showed his determination. 

He was only 19. 

So young and so innocent, but the world never considered age. Moreover, he sold his body first...

Brewster knew the man could decide his fate, but he truly didn't want to strip naked before the lecherous men in the room and be forced to act depraved... He hated it. 

The man chuckled. He relaxed his hold on Brewster and slowly stood up. He dropped the cup he was holding on the table and turned to leave. "Goodnight." He casually said to the wealthy men in the room and walked away. 

Brewster stared at his retreating back and pursed his lips. Without saying a word, he quickly stood up and followed the man, leaving behind the stench of the irritating room. 

"Go wash up." The man ordered. 

Brewster nodded. He wasn't interested in admiring the suite either. He knew he was here for a transaction, and he had no other choice at the moment. 

He walked briskly toward the bathroom and had a quick bath before stepping out with a bathrobe covering his body. He stared at the man sitting in bed, his eyes lowered, with his phone in hand while the other hand removed his clothes. 

"Get in bed." The man's order broke the silence in the room and disrupted Brewster's thought. But the man didn’t raise his head from his phone. 

'Of course, I'm worth nothing to him.' Brewster thought to himself as he arranged his bathrobe properly. 

He silently walked toward the bed and lay on it. Brewster was tall, about 186cm, and he had a mature body with a thin waist and slightly muscular arms, but compared to the over 193cm man with a fully developed body and athletic frame before him, he seemed lacking. Brewster stared at the man, swallowing with difficulty as he watched the man approach him. 

His leg was grabbed by the man, and he was dragged down. The man rubbed his calf up, exposing Brewster's long and beautiful legs. The man's touch made Brewster's body tremble, and an unfamiliar feeling crept up in his heart. 

He stared blankly, trying to stop the unfamiliar feeling in his chest. He felt the man's hand trailing around his thigh, and the man's closeness pressured him. 

He closed his eyes, hoping to block out his senses as he felt the man remove his shorts, and he knew his dick had been exposed to him.

He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tightly. He was trembling, he was scared and he knew it. 

The sudden pain of a finger flicking his penis tore a yelp out of his throat. He quickly covered his mouth, his body trembling even more as shame and fear clouded his heart. 

'Is this worth it?' He wondered, his chest stuffy. 

The man parted his legs. He wasn't saying anything, but his movement didn't cease either. He soon pressed a hand toward the wrinkled flesh behind Brewster and rubbed his thumb around it. 

The sensation made Brewster gasp. He instinctively wanted to escape again, but a finger entered him, and a painful groan escaped his throat. 

The unfamiliar feeling of a foreign object in his back hole made him confused for a moment, and he frowned. His heart raced faster. 

The finger moved inside him, circling inside him and then pulling out again. Soon, he felt something cold rubbing around his hole, and two fingers entered directly. 

He arched his back and bit his lower lip harder to suppress the strange feeling and the slight pain that followed. 

The two fingers moved faster inside him. They moved in and out, and silence ensued in the room aside from the slight gasp that escaped Brewster's throat. 

Brewster closed his eyes again, trying to stop the low gasp and adjust himself to the foreign objects in his body. However, the fingers soon left him, and something warm pressed on his entrance. 

His eyes widened. He knew what that was, and his heart trembled. 

He held his breath as the man entered him roughly, and a cry escaped his throat. He gripped the bedsheets, holding them so tight he felt his nails were broken, but that didn't stop the pain coming from his private area. 

The man moved. His movement wasn't in any way gentle, and with every thrust, he would grunt and increase his movement. 

Brewster's body shook with each movement, and even though the pain was no longer evident, his heart felt increasingly heavier, and his eyes grew misty. 

"Smile. Beg for more." The man grunted and ordered. 

Brewster's body stiffened. His eyes darted to the man above him, and he pursed his lips. 

"Deaf, huh?" The words hadn't landed when the man thrust deeper into Brewster. His invasion was ruthless. 

Brewster cried out. He shook his head desperately as he forced out a smile. "Fuck... me... ahhh!" The man thrust deeper once more. 

Brewster felt like he was going to lose his life. 

His body ached terribly. He was tired, but the man continued moving. He had changed his position various times, and Brewster felt like he was going to collapse. 

He gently closed his eyes, feeling too exhausted to keep them open as tears rolled down his cheeks. 

"I hate this." He sobbed quietly.