All Chapters of The Final Heartbeat: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

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. Thes

"You should always wash yourself properly after the activity to avoid a fever. This is basic knowledge." The doctor sounded annoyed as he lectured Brewster while checking his pulse. "You are not that young anymore. You should learn to take better care of yourself." He pressed on. Brewster, with a red face, stared at the middle-aged doctor attending to him. He had opened his eyes to meet himself in the hospital, his nose filled with medicinal scent and his ears with the beeping sound of machines. He still remembered vividly how his vision had turned black during the sex earlier, and for a moment, he thought that would be his end. He feared Ace would not attend to him and might leave him unconscious on the ground until he died. But when he opened his eyes and met himself in a hospital, he subconsciously felt grateful. At least, he wasn't left for dead..."Take this. Go into the bathroom to wash yourself and apply this medicine to heal." The doctor instructed. His tone was still fille