chapter 1

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol.Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came fro

Last Updated : 2026-03-03

chapter 2

Chapter 2 At the end of his stroll, Derek found two men. They were built like they treated their body with so much care and discipline. Their broad shoulders and hard chests were evidence of their sleepless nights in the gym. Their muscles were perfectly defined without looking forced. Their shirtless stomachs were flat and firm, each line of their abs clear under the red light. The only difference between them was the hair. The first one was bald, and his bald head gave him a sharp look. While the other one had messy long hair. His hair made him stand out in the midst of others. Derek led them to the ‘Master room.’ His own personal space. No guest or acquaintance, just the toys he wants to play with. The room was darker than the club. Red lights traced the edges of the ceiling, casting a low glow across black walls. The floor was polished, reflecting the dim light like liquid shadow. A large leather chair sat in the center, facing a wide mirror that stretched from floor to ceil

Last Updated : 2026-03-04

chapter 3

Derek woke up to silence.Not the peaceful kind. The kind that pressed against his skull and reminded him that he had drunk more than he should have the night before.His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim morning light slipping through the dark curtains. His head throbbed in slow pulses. The room smelled faintly of his expensive cologne and last night’s whiskey.He didn’t remember how he got to his room or his bed. But that wasn’t unusual. On several occasions he has found himself in his bed. Yet, he never asked who.He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. His jaw tightened as fragments of the night tried to return to him. M1, M2, his master room, the nipple clamps, the threesome… He shook his head, reminding himself that those memories are not important to him.He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Even slightly disoriented, he moved with control. His body was solid, built with discipline and marked with ink that stretched from his shoulders down his

Last Updated : 2026-03-04

chapter 4

Derek's abandoned warehouse sat on the edge of the city. The smell of dust and old cartons filled the space. The windows were high and narrow, letting in thin strips of light that barely touched the concrete floor. Everything echoed in there. Footsteps, breath, even silence. And Derek liked it that way. This was where he handled judgement that required privacy.Paulo stood near, his arms folded behind him. Two other men lingered at the entrance. Between Derek and Paulo, sat a man who had made the greatest mistake of his life.He was tied to the chair and fear filled the man's swollen eyes as he glanced between Derek and Paulo.Derek stepped forward slowly, his shoes scraping lightly against the concrete floor. His usual frown etched on his face as his jaw tightened.Paulo had already done enough to make the message clear. The man’s face was swollen slightly. One eye was almost close, and dried blood glued at the corner of his mouth.Derek stopped a few feet away.“You know who I am,”

Last Updated : 2026-03-05

chapter 5

Lewis sat inside the parked ambulance, his elbow resting against the open window. The afternoon sun filtered through the wide branches of the tall tree above them, casting slow-moving shadows over the windshield. The air was warm, the place was quiet and people didn't really pass that route. That was the best place to rest when he was on duty but not working. Lewis is one of the kindest paramedics. He attended to patients with concern and respect, irrespective of their status or condition. This trait made him win the state award for ‘selfless medical personnel.’Some said it was his passion, others said he was reciprocating the love he had as a kid. Whatever the conclusion might be, Lewis is kind and selfless, always ready to go out of his way to help others. As he enjoyed the serenity of the environment, he held his phone between his shoulder and ear, rubbing his forehead with one hand.“I told you I would send it,” he said softly.On the other end, Barbie, his materialistic girlf