The Disgraceful Downfall of DragonKid Chapter 3

 Hi, this is the 3rd chapter, not much suffering yet, but coming soon.

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3.

Once the grandpa finished his lunch, Bien pushed the wheelchair back to the bed and then placed him in the bed comfortably. He remembered very clearly that a day after his grandpa revealed his secret identity to him, he found him lying motionless on the floor of his house when he came back from school. He didn’t know what happened, but the neighbours related to him that his grandpa was attacked by a few Black Aliens, they also ransacked the whole house as everything was in chaotic disarray, all the wardrobes and drawers were opened, the beds were overturned, apparently the Black Aliens were looking for something from his grandpa.

 

The grandpa survived but he was brutally maimed, both of his arms and legs were fractured, and he suffered from multiple internal injuries that left him to be sustained by daily expensive medication, this was why Bien had to earn much more money to keep him alive. When Bien took him to the government hospital, they refused to treat him due to the feeble pulse his grandpa had at that time, the doctor told Bien to take his grandpa back home as there was no chance at all for him to pull through. So Bien took him to another private hospital, and they agreed to provide treatment that incurred huge debt for Bien to bear.

 

After nearly a month at the hospital under intensive care and treatment, his grandpa pulled through, but he was completely immobilized, he could only talk and had to be on whole-life medication to salvage the damaged organs.  On the day his grandpa was discharged, the Finance Manager summoned Bien to meet him personally at his office, the FM was a stout guy with an extremely handsome look, he was probably a few inches taller than Bien and the outline of his body displayed solid physique underneath those shirts and pants. He told Bien that he was the one who instructed the hospital to provide immediate treatment to the grandpa without any downpayment. Before Bien had the chance to even say a word, he approached Bien and covered his mouth, he said: I am the eldest son of the owner of this hospital, whatever I do no one would question, so now listen to me carefully. Bien sensed some ominous things are on the way, but for the sake of his grandpa, he just had to comply. The FM then continued: You can anytime send your grandfather here for treatments, regularly you just come and claim all the necessary medicines, but you have to pay for them. Bien told him he couldn’t afford to pay, not even the initial treatment his grandpa received. The FM then smirkingly smiled and said: I certainly knew you would not be able to pay when I first saw you at the emergency unit, I happened to pass by there and instantly I accessed your details, I knew you certainly would never be able to pay, and that’s the main reason why I green-lighted the hospital to rescue your grandfather by hook and by crook.

 

Bien just stood there motionless, slightly stunned as he had no clue what was going to happen. The FM then returned to his table and handed over a piece of paper to Bien, the headline was: PAYMENT METHOD, and beneath the headlines there was a complete list of “Services” attached with prices, Bien skimmed through and he saw something like Gutpunch – 50USD/30 minutes, Whipping – 50USD/10 minutes, Upperbody Beating – 100USD/30 minutes and so on. Then he saw some services came with very much higher prices like Oral – 250USD/blow, Handjob – 200USD/blow, Sodomised – 500USD/ejaculation, Sodomise – 250/ejaculation, Dildo play – 300USD/30 minutes and so on.

 

Bien was naturally disgusted and enraged by the FM’s proposal, he tried to reject but then the FM gazed at him sternly and said: Think about your grandfather, think about him. Bien had to suppress his anger and nodded his head as a sign of agreement. Fortunately, the FM was not a hardcore sadist, he was just a gay man with obsessions for BDSM fetishes. He was actually one of the most sought bachelors in town who lived in double identity, a normal executive officer in the daytime, but a prominent figure in the homosexual circles at night. He was a hunter for boys and men with dashing looks and well-built bodies, no one could resist his accostment due to his equally handsome face and incredible wealth, and for years, he concealed his identity extremely well.

 

They had their first meeting that very night. Bien was dumbfounded when his driver drove him to a majestic bungalow outside Manila, it was a mansion that he could only dream of in his life and now, he walked through the huge ostentatious main door to be greeted by the FM himself. Then he led Bien into a lift that descended to the basement of the bungalow, and when the door was opened, he told Bien: Welcome to my dungeon.

 

Bien was astounded to see the full-fledged dungeon right in front of his eyes, there were various types of bondage facilities, BDSM tools including interrogation equipment, like belts, nightsticks, metallic clubs, leather gloves, a few types of whips, etc. Then there was a bar counter, comfortable sofas, a video camera, a huge screen TV, a bathroom and of course, a plush king-size bed. Next to the dungeon was a fully-equipped gym where all the workout apparatuses were placed, that was the place the FM grilled his own muscles whenever he was free.

 

When Bien was unclothing piece by piece, the FM’s eyes glowed with the human specimen being displayed in front of him, he couldn’t believe his own eyes to find someone with such a refined physical outlook, he traced every inch of Bien’s face and body, from the sharply trimmed lower jawlines to the erected high nasal bone; then the bulging trapezius in his shoulders supported by prominent clavicles, the wavy-outlines arms were not extremely muscular, but every muscular group was brilliantly demarcated, the deltoids, biceps and triceps were markedly separated by deeply-cut borderlines.  Then the FM shifted his vision to Bien’s major pectorals that expanded like a pair of dove’s wings, the muscles were not particularly meatily thick, but they were tightly stretched outward from the central sternum, and the creased lines demonstrated how compact the muscles were with both protruded nipples jutting out at the lower outer corners. When his eyes focused on the lower part of Bien’s upper body, he just couldn’t believe what he was looking at – the V-shaped upper body tapered to the waist with both iliac furrows cracking on each side, in the middle there were 8 squarish slabs of rectus abdominals which were prominently carved into washboard formation, the edges were jagged although the muscular blocks were not bulging out, in fact, the abdominal zone was quite flat but every cube of the rectangular muscle was so deeply carved; if Bien slightly flexed, the last two slabs of his lower abdominal muscles would emerge near the groin, in term of hardness, it was the weakest part, but then they completed his attractive signature 10-packed abs.

 

These harder-than-nail washboard abs was engulfed by the external oblique like two sheets of compressed muscles in the form of piano keys arranged in a slanted manner right below the edges of the pectorals to the iliac furrows, they protected the ribcage and some internal organs, so they were trained to be as hard as wrought iron too. The FM just couldn’t conceal his admiration and excitement, he caressed and swam both of his palms all over Bien’s upper body, he touched every abdominal block with his fingertips, he felt the sunken lines among the 8 slabs of the muscles, then the slightly protruded fish-scale external obliques under the armpits.

 

Then he moved to stand behind Bien and gazed at his broad back which displayed in V-shape too, Bien didn’t have the thick muscles of a bodybuilder, but every muscles group was trained to form valleys and ridges, the rhomboid in the middle with latissimus dorsi below covering his lower back like metal armour, the muscles were smooth but dense and impenetrable, they were like iron shields that protected both of his kidneys. The FM just couldn't resist pressing and fondling those muscles, he even squatted down to feel Bien’s things and shins, the huge bundles of muscular strands tethered to each other like steel bands, they were not horrendously swollen but gently rolling up and down like hills.

 

By just staring at this adonis-like marble statue, the FM had weak knees and an instant hardon, for so many guys he slept and financially abused, he had never met someone like Bien, that’s what he did for one full hour in their first meeting, he sniffed at Bien, thrilled by the manly smell exuded by him, feeling Bien’s masculine aura and sometimes even licked his serrated obliques and jagged abs. Bien was initially disgusted by him but he just had to endure all these perverted actions, gradually he could feel the sensual sides of the FM, and as much as he abhorred what he was subjected to, he began to relax and just stood there for him to do whatever he wished.

 

Then the FM shackled both of Bien’s wrists to an overhung manacle and lifted him above the floor, the posture transformed the musculature outlook of Bien as was hanging in the air, then he sat in front of Bien and started to carry out a handjob which eventually led to a powerful climax and ejaculation. When he recovered from his heavy breathing and sexual drives, he released Bien and asked him to dress up, then he handed over a stack of cash to Bien, obviously, he paid much more than what both of them agreed.

 

Before Bien left, he told him: Go to the hospital and cleared the bill partly tomorrow, and just message me whenever you wish to have a meeting again, or I shall request you to come. Bien just looked at him and nodded his head, he certainly didn’t enjoy the first session with the FM, but as he looked at the dollar notes, he knew that it was worth it for the sake of his beloved grandpa.

TBC