#Workout Bag Manufacturing

[theharrowing]

Collateral 🗡️ POV: Jungkook

Jungkook has to take care of a few things, and he makes a mess.

Or, the one with Jungkook, a cocktail of drugs, a bandolier of kunai knives, and 15 dead men.

❗ THIS IS A CHARACTER POV CHAPTER!!!

if you do not wish to perceive any POV that is not the main character, please feel free to skip this one!

🗡️Jungkook x a male stranger, Jungkook x Taehyung

🗡️ word count: 8.5k

🗡️ mafia au, complicated relationships, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+

🗡️ warnings: discussion of drug use and manufacturing (mdma/ecstasy, methamphetamines, amphetamines); mention of homeless people being thought of as disposable; actual drug use (weed, cocaine, ecstasy laced with meth, all while drinking whiskey); use of molotov cocktail as a weapon; hand-to-hand combat; graphic knife violence & broken glass used as a weapon; killing 15 men; getting stabbed but not too badly; plenty of my annoying sense of humor.

🗡️ note: hello! welcome to the character pov chapters! these used to be locked behind a paywall but tbh i don't feel good asking people for money, so i am setting them free (cue Jimin.) this chapter is possibly my favorite written chapter for all of Collateral, and it is gory as all hell. i hope you love it!!!

🗡️ early draft beta read by @blog-name-idk - but it has undergone some pretty big non-beta'd edits

🗡️ posted feb. 2024 - originally sept. 2022 | read on ao3

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The sounds of Jeongguk grunting while his fists repeatedly hit his punching bag are all that can be heard in his spacious home. So when Jeongguk glances up to find this morning's hookup standing against the frame of the hallway entrance in light blue boxer shorts, he startles, and, in a flash, pulls his gun from the holster around his hips. 

The man jumps and throws his hands in the air while Jeongguk sighs and shakes his head, recalling who he is. He reaches back and slides the barrel of his weapon into place at the small of his back.

"Why are you still here?" Jeongguk asks, returning to punching the red sand-filled bag that hangs from the ceiling of his mostly empty living room.

Sweat runs down Jeongguk's face and neck, sticking his hair to his forehead. He wears his hip holster, a pair of black basketball shorts, and nothing else. With each strike of his bare skin against the bag, his knuckles sting.

"That's no way to speak to the guy who sucked your soul through your dick this morning," the man teases, and Jeongguk grimaces as he looks at the man, who grins.

With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, Jeongguk says, "I never even learned your name. It's not that serious."

The man opens his mouth as if to respond, but Jeongguk raises his hand and says, "I don't want to fucking know. Be on your way."

For a brief moment, the man just stands and stares owlishly with his mouth gaping open, and Jeongguk resists the urge to pull his gun on him once more. Then the man shifts around on his feet and mutters, "You drove us here," with a dejected frown.

Jeongguk sighs with vexation. He pulls his phone from his pocket, thumbs around through his contacts, and calls Hoseok, who answers after the second ring.

"Ggukie bun, to what do I owe the pleasure?" It sounds like Hoseok has his phone on speaker, which means he is most likely driving.

"Hyung, are you busy? I need someone driven home."

"I happen to be on my way back to the property now. Gimme ten? Gonna pick up Seokjin and then I'll swing by."

"Sounds good. Thank you, hyung."

Hoseok chuckles, says, "My pleasure, little bro," and hangs up.

Jeongguk shoves his phone back into his pocket and nods toward the front door, saying, "Your ride will be here in ten. You can wait outside."

With a huff, the man turns on his heels and walks back down the hallway to the guest room from which he came. Irritated, Jeongguk abandons his workout and walks to the kitchen for a glass of water. His house is a spacious and open concept with black countertops and silver appliances, all of which are pristine and practically empty.

Jeongguk pulls a tall, thin glass from the rack beside the sink, fills it halfway with water from the tap, and drinks most of it, only to dump out the rest. Then he rinses the glass off, sets it in the same spot it was before, and he returns to his punching bag, waiting for his guest to leave.

It only takes another moment for the man to appear in a black tee untucked over tight blue jeans. His hair is short, dark brown, and disheveled, and Jeongguk spares him a final passing glance before looking away. Some shuffling around is heard as the man puts on his shoes before the front door opens and closes.

Jeongguk grabs his gun from its holster and twirls it around his finger as he makes his way through the space and locks both deadbolts on the front door—not that the man would be able to bypass a retina scan and passcode to return inside. He heads up a flight of stairs beside the entrance toward his master bedroom and en suite to get ready to meet with Yoongi and Namjoon in thirty minutes, whistling some tune that is stuck in his head while the heavy, familiar weight of his glock grounds him.

Meetings make Jeongguk anxious. For as long as he has been part of Yoongi's family, nobody has given Jeongguk a reason for his anxiety; it is simply his natural state of being. He hates sitting and brainstorming, always finding himself spacing out and needing whoever was speaking to repeat themselves. He would rather be given an order and sent on his way. 

And with the new girl in the house, everyone has the habit of getting sidetracked and steering the conversation to her. Especially Namjoon and Hoseok.

It is not as if Jeongguk doesn't like having her in the house, but he is tired of having to pretend to give a shit about new people. And, after the debacle with Ryujin, he is not eager to watch his boss fall in love with an outsider.

If there is one thing this world has taught Jeongguk, it is that to love is to die.

In his standard-issued black button-up tucked into black slacks, Jeongguk checks his appearance, running a hand through his unstyled hair. The front is growing out, falling just below his eyebrows, and it is another thing on the long list of shit he does not want to deal with.

Jeongguk straightens out his rolex and heads out through his dimly lit bedroom, down the short hallway to the flight of stairs that leads right to his front entrance. He sits on the second to last step and puts on worn-out doc marten boots, taking care to double tie the laces, and he adjusts the gun holster on his ankle so that it sits comfortably above his right boot.

Not that he will need a gun to go to Yoongi's place, but he may need one for where he plans on going after.

Jeongguk's home is the second closest to Yoongi's mansion, so rather than drive, he gets on his trusty 7-speed mint green bicycle. Strapped to the handlebars is a light brown handwoven basket in which he tosses a small black duffle bag. Jeongguk straddles the bike, gripping onto the soft brown handlebars, and sets off down his driveway, waiting as his weight triggers the security gate to open and let him be on his way.

It only takes three or so minutes for him to pull up to Yoongi's front gate. There is a path that connects all of their homes and allows them access without leaving any security gates, but the road has a nice steep hill that Jeongguk can get some real speed on, and he prefers that to the private path that is much more level.

As the gate opens granting Jeongguk access, he spots Hoseok and Seokjin standing hand in hand on Yoongi's stoop. From the smell of it, they are smoking a joint, and as Jeongguk gets closer, the sound of his tires on the cement driveway calls their attention.

Jeongguk grins and flicks the small aluminum bell on the handlebars twice, ringing it playfully. Yoongi's head appears from behind Seokjin's broad shoulders, and he smiles his wide, gummy grin that always sets Jeongguk at ease. Hoseok lets go of Seokjin's hand, and he turns to greet him.

"Who was the boy?" Hoseok teases.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and shrugs. "How did you get back here so fast?"

"He didn't live too far," Hoseok responds with his hands on his hips. 

Jeongguk knows the look in his eye—the squinted glare that suggests he isn't getting the information he desires and that he plans to pry more. 

Hoseok continues, "I'm impressed you let him stay the night."

With a sigh, Jeongguk says, "I didn't. Picked him up this morning."

"This morning?" Seokjin asks as he turns and mimics Hoseok's stance—whether intentionally or simply because they spend too much time together, it is hard to say.

This is the facet of being the youngest that Jeongguk hates; he is always subject to twenty questions about what and who he does despite him almost never sticking his nose into their business. They love to pick on him, and it drives him crazy.

"Yeah, this morning," Jeongguk grumbles as he gets off his bike, walks it to the garage, and leans it against the painted steel panel door. "I had pent-up energy and couldn't sleep, so I went to Paradise and found someone to fuck."

Yoongi scoffs. A crooked smirk tugs on his lips—nothing but trouble—and Jeongguk braces himself for what he is about to say.

"Pent-up energy from bashing a man's brains in?"

Jeongguk hums in agreement and pushes his hand through his hair. "As if I'm the only one," he grumbles, making his way to the stoop. Seokjin holds a joint up to his lips, and Jeongguk reaches out and snatches it, sticking his tongue out as his elder, who squawks in dissent.

"You're certainly not the only one," Hoseok responds with a waggle of his eyebrows, and Yoongi shakes his head as he chuckles.

Jeongguk takes a deep inhale of the joint, enjoying the faint crackle of tobacco that has been mixed in. Smoke fills his lungs, and he holds it in, then tilts his head upward and blows the small plume out.

"Shall we?" Seokjin asks as he wraps his arm around Hoseok's waist. They are both dressed in black suits with white undershirts, with their hair styled a little nicer than usual, and Jeongguk wonders what they may be up to, but he doesn't want to ask. Unlike them, he hates to pry.

Yoongi, however, can always be trusted to unveil people's plans. "You'll be back in an hour or so?" he asks, reaching to smooth the lapels on Seokjin's dress shirt.

Hoseok nods and gives Yoongi a soft smile. "Seokjin is meeting with a few brokers at House of Cards, so while he's busy wooing them, I'll return in time to meet with you and Taehyung."

"Perfect," Yoongi responds with a satisfied smile. He turns to Jeongguk and says, "Namjoon's inside. Shall we?"

Jeongguk hums and holds the joint out toward Seokjin, who holds up his hand and shakes his head. Seokjin and Hoseok wave their goodbyes and walk toward the black SUV parked a few feet away, and Jeongguk waves the two fingers that cradle the slowly diminishing joint and follows Yoongi through the front door.

As he kicks out of his shoes, Namjoon comes down the stairs wearing a stupid smile that makes Jeongguk's stomach turn. What he and Yoongi get up to is their own business, but after what happened in the past, he hates the thought that the cycle is repeating itself. He has always wondered why the two of them can't just be happy together without having to play house with a third. But it is none of his business.

Smoking weed is probably a mistake. As Jeongguk lifts his hand to pass the joint to Namjoon, he already feels a little spaced out and way too relaxed. He approaches the blue velvet couch, sits on the end furthest from Yoongi's chair, and leans into the corner of it with one arm up on the armrest and the other slung around the back. Namjoon sits in the other corner, as close to Yoongi as possible, and angles his body toward Yoongi like the obedient little puppy he is.

As expected, the meeting loses Jeongguk's attention almost immediately, and he spaces out, rubbing his fingertips along the velvet fabric of the couch to make it dark and rough, only to smooth it out again. 

Occasionally, Yoongi asks Jeongguk's opinion, catching his attention and reiterating whatever point it is he wants Jeongguk to weigh in on, and Jeongguk looks up, nods, and grunts.

The meetings always go this way. Everyone has a conversation around Jeongguk, and then they cater to Jeongguk's lack of attention in order to ask his opinion on trivial matters. He doesn't understand why this can't be done over text.

When they conclude the boring chunk of the meeting, and Jeongguk has grunted and nodded somewhere around eight to ten times, Yoongi sits forward in his chair—a movement that always catches Jeongguk's attention—then he angles his hips to reach into the pocket of his slacks and pulls out a small baggie full of pills.

There are about eight pills in the bag, and they are little pink semi-squares. Without having a closer look, Jeongguk knows that they are ecstasy pills pressed with methamphetamines that were shipped from California, but he picks up the baggie anyway, inspecting them for the Iron Man logo imprinted on the back.

"These are trash," Jeongguk says, tossing them back onto the table.

One of these pills will have the user grinding their teeth so hard they are likely to chip one. Jeongguk once woke up from a bender that included these and other substances, and the sides of his mouth were so chewed up and swollen, he could barely eat soup.

Since then, he keeps a mouthguard in his duffle bag along with his weapons. He will never understand why Americans so willingly settle for garbage drugs.

"That they are," Yoongi responds with a smirk. "But we have already begun to manufacture smoother MDMA that gives you the high minus the mouth grinding, and I would like your guys to try to emulate a pill that has those qualities, plus the amount of methamphetamines found in these."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "If you want an upper that doesn't have a negative effect on the user's mouth, meth isn't the way to go."

"What about drugs that are meant to treat attention deficit?" Namjoon butts in. 

Jeongguk tilts his head to show Namjoon he is listening and tenses his jaw to let him know that whatever it is, he better get to the point. Namjoon has a tendency to get long-winded, and Jeongguk finds it annoying. Namjoon seems unaffected and continues with a soft smile.

"Those pharmaceuticals don't often cause users to grind their teeth or get the other 'meth mouth' side effects. Perhaps we can find out how much meth is used in these pressed pills and test whether that same amount of Adderall or something similar would have a more pleasant effect. If your team doesn't still have Adderall or anything similar on hand, I'm sure we could get some smuggled in by the end of the week."

"Adderall isn't meth," Jeongguk mutters. "Amphetamines are a different class of stimulant, but...it might work. And I'm almost certain we have some on hand."

Jeongguk does not hate the idea. But he is not a scientist—none of them are. He has no clue if this idea will actually pan out. He does, however, have scientists under his employ, so he takes the baggie and shoves it into his pocket.

"Fine," Jeongguk says. "I'll talk to the team about it. Anything else?"

Namjoon shakes his head as if Jeongguk was directing the question to him, and Jeongguk ignores him to glance at Yoongi.

With a soft smile, Yoongi says, "Of course, we need to figure out who that Jae fellow is, who—"

"Already on it," Jeongguk interrupts, to which Yoongi sits up with a smile. "After some digging I found Jae and fourteen men who either knew about his plan or were helping him carry it out. I invited them all to a party at the private club. I'll pop by the warehouse on my way—kill two birds with one stone."

"Kill as many birds as needed," Yoongi responds with a dark, knowing gaze that sends an excited shiver through Jeongguk.

"You got it, boss."

* * * 

Jeongguk stops at a red light just outside the city, gathers saliva under his tongue as he takes the baggie of shitty pink pills out of his front pocket, and pops one into his mouth. He makes a mental note of where everyone will be in an hour or two, banking on Seokjin still being in town, knowing he will be in absolutely no shape to bike home. Then he runs a hand through his hair, gives the bell on his bicycle a celebratory ding as the light turns green, and takes off.

The air is warm, but the breeze that hits him as he rides at a slight incline feels nice and cool. It centers him—a calm before he kicks up a storm. 

So little of Jeongguk's life has ever been calm, and so he takes these moments whenever he can and holds them close to his heart. Driving would make everything go faster, and it would be much more convenient, and that is precisely why Jeongguk rides his bike instead.

Jeongguk's drug operations primarily take place in a warehouse district on the outskirts of the city in an abandoned area that has been left impoverished and ignored with intention. The syndicates like having dumping grounds—a place to make people disappear—and when Yoongi took over and extended his reign to this area, there were talks of cleaning it up to improve the quality of life, which he staunchly declined. 

In fact, the area seems to only have gotten worse. Ironic, perhaps, that some of Yoongi's most state-of-the-art equipment is housed in this very district.

There were homeless populations, but once the warehouses became more useful and Jeongguk employed a team of scientists to begin manufacturing some of their heavy-hitter drugs, everyone was pushed out or eradicated. Or, if they had their wits about them, they were brought onto some of the more disposable teams.

Jeongguk veers from the busy streets and begins an uphill journey that quickly turns to dirt and gravel terrain. The bike bounces as Jeongguk leans into each stride, and then he pulls up to a small concrete compound of four identical grey rectangles with steel panel doors and a few run-down cars outside. He thumbs over a key fob in his pocket to cause the steel door on the second building from the left to lift open, and skids to a halt in front of it.

Whether the drugs are slowly starting to take effect or Jeongguk is anxious about meeting with his team, he is unsure, but there is a tremor in his hands as he rides into the dark cement enclosure and taps the button over the fabric of his slacks once more to close the door behind him. 

Jeongguk parks his bike off to the side of the entrance, closes his eyes to take a deep exhale and shake out his limbs, then makes his way through the empty building to a set of steps in a far corner.

Two stories below is where the science team works, and Jeongguk takes the baggie of pink pills from his pocket, pulls one more pill out, seals the baggie shut, and rubs his thumb and finger over the plastic-covered pills as he makes his way downstairs.

* * * 

The phone rings thrice before Seokjin picks up, and Jeongguk rubs his hand over his nose, stifling a sniffle as cocaine drips down the back of his throat.

"Yeah, kid?"

"Jin-hyung," Jeongguk says in a tone that lilts on being ragged and unsure. "A-are you still in Seoul?"

Jeongguk hears Seokjin sigh. "Are you high?"

"Hmm...not yet. But I will be."

Jeongguk absolutely is high. It crept up as he was discussing Yoongi's idea with the science team, and he got so antsy that he needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

Luckily, there wasn't much to say to the team in the first place; they are used to these kinds of requests and know more about the processes than anyone else, so Jeongguk had nothing to explain—he simply plopped the baggie onto a metal table, muttered their idea, and was out rather fast.

"Do you need a ride?" Seokjin asks, voice stern in a way that always makes Jeongguk anxious—like he is being spoken to like a child.

"Yeah," Jeongguk mutters. His mouth shivers and moves a little too slowly. "Yoongi encouraged me to go b-bird watching, and I'll probably overdo it."

"Bird wat—what did he tell you, exactly?"

Jeongguk giggles, realizing his mistake. Bird watching—how silly. "I'll be in your district. Gotta knock skulls together and find out who lost my pills. Might get messy."

"And you need a ride?"

"Yes, hyung."

"Did you drive?"

"Yes, hyung."

Another sigh. "Send me the coordinates. I can be there in about an hour."

"Thanks, hyung," Jeongguk sing-songs in a dazed voice as he pulls the phone from his ear and hangs up.

His bike tires crunch on gravel as he sits back on the seat, grips his handlebars, and begins to ride. Inside the wicker basket sits an empty duffle bag, the contents of which have been strapped to Jeongguk's chest, scratching his skin ever so slightly beneath his shirt.

The ride from the warehouses to the river feels simultaneously too fast and incredibly slow. Jeongguk's heart pounds as he continues to come up on the pill and ease into two too many tiny spoonfuls of cocaine. He wants a drink—something stiff as hell to take the edge off.

Tonight, in a private club near House of Cards, fifteen of Jeongguk's men are enjoying an evening of drinking and taking it easy in celebration of a great month of getting product onto the streets and sold. This, of course, is a lie; their month tanked once one of them pulled a significant amount of pharmaceuticals and ecstasy, and Jeongguk has gathered them all for easy disposal.

Namjoon and the lamb met with Changkyun to rough up a couple of men who spilled the beans about someone named Jae fucking with their supply. Afterward, Jeongguk put his ear to the ground and immediately started to hear whispers of other men who may have been working to help him. He found out who had been working close to Jae and who had been hanging out with him while off duty, and he made sure to extend invitations to all fifteen of them for a party at the club tonight.

Everyone who is actually worth a damn is currently in one of the warehouses having a lowkey shindig of their own, far away from the others, and none the wiser. They will all find out eventually, and Jeongguk looks forward to their loyalty being tested when they do.

The sun has begun to set, and a pinkish-orange glow colors the sky. Jeongguk likes to imagine the pink as a runoff of blood, picturing the stars above spilling the crimson liquid onto the earth, getting soaked up by the clouds.

He stands, straddling his bike, and stumbles it into a rack, feeling the dizzying tendrils of his high begin to wrap him in a tight hug. A valet worker walks over with a bike lock and begins to anchor the vehicle into place, then sends Jeongguk off with a deep bow.

"Mister Jeon," the buff security officer working the front door mutters with a bow of his head. He pats Jeongguk down as he asks, "What's on the menu tonight?" fingers tracing over pointed steel between his pecs.

"Teaching a lesson in loyalty," Jeongguk responds with a wide, sadistic smile. "Boss will send a cleanup crew; you just need to worry about keeping the men inside once the bartender leaves through the back."

The guard rubs his palm over the gun on Jeongguk's ankle, then stands and says, "Understood."

When Jeongguk walks into the small club, the men are all crowded in a circle, shouting over the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Whenever these low-lives get thrown into a room together, all they want to do is fight. Jeongguk can barely see a tousle of bodies in the center of the group, but the sounds of grunting as hands and feet make contact with limbs and cheeks has adrenaline coursing through him.

The space is cast in a drug-induced fog, and Jeongguk's eyes slowly scan around and attempt to make sense of everything. There are no windows and only one exit, save for a secret door only staff have access to behind the bar. The building itself is solid brick with mahogany floors and deep red wallpaper. Lighting in the space is dim, appearing darker still since the scarce furnishings are rust red.

Jeongguk makes his way to the bar and orders a double whiskey neat—the shittiest they have on the rail. He likes to feel the burn as it travels from his lips to his chest—likes how every inch of his body responds in protest against something so wretched.

"You're off for the night," Jeongguk mutters, and the bartender nods, grabs a towel to wipe a wet spot from the bar top, and then walks into the back, abandoning his post.

Jeongguk pulls a vial of cocaine from around his neck, unscrews it, and begins to tap a small pile onto the sticky counter. He leans and sniffs as much as he can, first through one nostril and then the other, leaving the rest behind. 

Then, he pulls the second little pink pill from his pocket, takes a dizzy step back, and pops it into his mouth. He reasons that the only way to come out of the other end of a bloodbath without ruining his ability to sleep at night is to become relentlessly high.

With the remainder of his whiskey, Jeongguk washes back the pill and attempts to formulate a plan. One of the men approaches the bar, and Jeongguk turns to find him leaning against the edge and looking around.

"Where the fuck is the bartender?" the guy asks, glancing at Jeongguk.

Recognition hits the man, and his eyes widen, then he stands up straight, turning to Jeongguk with his head bowed forward. "S-sir," he mutters, "I didn't see you there."

Jeongguk's heart pounds as he undoes the top three buttons of his shirt, reaches past the fabric, and pulls out a sharp steel kunai knife with a hole on the end of the handle through which Jeongguk sticks his index finger. He twirls the small, heavy knife and takes a step toward the man.

"Are you having fun tonight?" Jeongguk asks with a voice that is far too steady for how he feels.

The man eyes Jeongguk's knife and gives him an ugly, toothy smile. His hair is greasy, his brown shirt is stained on the front, and he smells like piss. "So much fun, boss! Thank you for giving us the night off."

Jeongguk nods. "I wanted to give a special congratulations to Jae. Have you seen him?"

At the mention of Jae, the man's eyes open widely, and he nervously looks around the bar. Then he nods with his chin and says, "Red shirt. W-want me to get him for you, boss?"

Every inch of Jeongguk tingles. A hazy, thick euphoria embraces him tightly and makes him want to dance—dance and sing and slit all of these men's throats until the floor is sticky with blood.

Jeongguk opens his mouth, aware of how tense his jaw is becoming, and moves it around as if stretching it out. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rounded plastic container in which he stores his mouthguard, and he shakes his head at the man before him.

"I'll take care of it," Jeongguk says as he pops the container open, pulls out the clear guard, and shoves it snugly into his mouth.

"Oh—okay," the man says, taking a step away from Jeongguk, who continues to stare him down with his lips spread over the clear plastic covering his teeth.

Jeongguk twirls the kunai on his finger and takes a step toward the man. The man jolts as if startled by a jump scare, and he takes a clumsy step back, tripping into a barstool and reaching back with his hand to steady it. Everything seems to move too fast and too slow, and Jeongguk finds he can only process that which is immediately in his line of sight—everything else is a hazy wash of light and color.

This is the sweet spot. Any higher, and Jeongguk might not be able to perform.

Jeongguk spins on the balls of his boots, places his palms onto the sticky bar, and hoists himself up, landing surprisingly steadily on the bar top. Then he hops down onto the other side and straightens himself as he allows his eyes and brain to catch up to one another, scanning the bottles on the shelves. There are a lot of clear bottles, but only one of them is the vodka he desires.

"W-what are you doing, boss?" the man asks.

"Making a cocktail," Jeongguk shouts over his shoulder.

"Gin...close..." Jeongguk mutters to himself, mouth full of plastic and twirling his kunai. Fidgeting helps him focus, especially with methamphetamines coursing through his blood.

"W-what kind of cocktail, boss?" the man asks, and Jeongguk huffs an impatient sigh. He hates being bothered; why is this man bothering him?

"Ah, here you are," Jeongguk mumbles as he finds a nearly full bottle of Smirnoff 100-proof vodka. He pulls the bottle spout out and drops it to the floor—metal clattering on brick—then turns and searches the rail for a rag.

"Molotov," Jeongguk shouts as he takes the corner of the stained rag and begins twisting it into a small enough tip to shove into the bottle.

"What?"

Jeongguk has to use the kunai to slice part of the rag away, and he tosses the useless strip over his shoulder, then continues to shove the rag into the neck of the bottle, leaving a couple inches sticking out from the top. 

Satisfied with his work, he pulls a gold-plated zippo lighter from his pocket and flicks it open against his thigh in one swift motion, igniting the flame in the process. Then he holds the flame up to the rag and watches with delight as the end of the dirty fabric catches. He pops the lighter closed and drops it back into his pocket, then he sets the flaming cocktail aside.

With the kunai dangling from around his finger, Jeongguk pulls out his mouthguard, dribbling spit that has gathered around it down his chin as he says, "Molotov," more clearly with a grin.

The man looks on in horror, frozen in place, and Jeongguk shoves the guard back into his mouth, places his palms onto the sticky bar, and hops back up, onto his feet in a squatting position. Without warning, Jeongguk picks up the bottle, chucks it overhand toward the crowd, sending it high enough to hit the ceiling, and he smiles widely as the bottle explodes and rains liquid fire down onto the men.

Laughter rocks through Jeongguk, and he loses his balance, falling backward onto his palms against the bar. He sits flat on his butt and swings his legs over the edge of the counter, watching as men panic and scream.

Most of them will have minor burns. Several men run around flailing while their shirts and hair singe, and one man rolls on the floor, desperate to put out the flames. In the chaos, Jeongguk spots Jae off to the right, away from the fire, and he hops down from the bar to make his way over to him, pulling his mouthguard out.

"Yo, Jae!" Jeongguk shouts, and the man in red turns quickly and begins to run toward Jeongguk.

"Boss, you have to help us!" Jae shouts frantically, clearly drunk. "Someone threw fire at us!"

Jeongguk giggles and takes Jae roughly by the bicep as he mutters, "You, come with me."

Jae stumbles but compiles, and Jeongguk drags him several more feet away. Beside the bathrooms of this old building are thick pipes that stick out from the brick, and Jeongguk yanks the man close to one as he reaches into his pocket for some metal handcuffs, fumbles with opening one end of the cuffs, then locks it around Jae's wrist in a tight squeeze.

A shout rips through Jae's chest, and he attempts to get away but then throws a punch. Jeongguk takes the impact of his fist to the jaw and then slams his forehead into Jae’s face, knocking him backward into the wall. 

Jae's head hits brick, making him grunt, and Jeongguk manages to reach the man’s hand over his head and secure the open cuff to one of the pipes.

Adrenaline from absorbing the punch has Jeongguk's nerves singing to life, and he punches Jae in the stomach for good measure, then turns to find the man at the bar shaking while leaning against it with a look of horror on his face.

"Why so scared?" Jeongguk mock pouts.

The man shakes his head and whimpers, "Wh-what's going on, boss?"

"You know what's going on," Jeongguk mutters with a grin.

The man shakes his head again, this time more frantically.

Jeongguk cocks his head to the side, sending a dizzying wave through his body. "No? Because if you told me what happened, I would consider letting you live."

The flash of hope that widens the man's eyes tells Jeongguk everything he needs to know, and he advances quickly—crowds the man's space. A quick glance over his shoulder shows the rest of the group is still broken out into chaos with men attempting to help others put out the remaining fire and get to their feet. A few blurry bodies are on the outskirts of the crowd, but nobody appears to be approaching him.

"Tell me what happened," Jeongguk growls as he turns back to the man at the bar.

"J-J-Jae s-said if w-we cover for him, we'd get a cut."

"A cut of what?" Jeongguk asks.

The man screws up his face as if Jeongguk's question is ridiculous. "Money, s-sir."

"Money for what?"

The man shakes his head. He knows he is fucked—that he has already said too much—and he nibbles on his lip, which trembles. Jeongguk brings the kunai up to the man's throat and presses the tip against his jugular notch.

"Answer me."

"P-pills!" the man shouts. "Narcotics and party drugs. He t-took them off the last shipment while you were distracted."

"Distracted, hmm? Tell me, what was I distracted by?"

At this, the man begins to panic and twist as if hoping that he can get away somehow. So there is more to this story than them simply stealing from him to turn a profit. Interesting.

"Boss?" a voice comes from behind Jeongguk, and he grits his teeth hard and pushes the kunai into the man's jugular, turning his face away from the spray of blood. The man gargles and thrashes, and Jeongguk takes a step back and allows him to fall to the floor and bleed out.

One down, fourteen to go.

Jeongguk pops his guard back into his mouth, spins on the balls of his feet with a wide plastic smile, and finds two worried-looking men standing before him. He reaches into his shirt, pulls another kunai off the bandolier of blades strapped to his chest, and begins to twirl them both—one on each index finger.

The major downside of having to be this high to commit mass murder is that his aim is shit. The entire point of having so many knives strapped to him is to throw them at his targets without needing to immediately retrieve them. Instead, Jeongguk straps the belt around his chest as a means to ground himself—a tight, scratchy hug.

Jeongguk advances on the two men. One stumbles backward and begins to run back to the group while the other gets an angry glint in his eye and comes in swinging. Jeongguk guards his punch by driving the tip of a knife through the man's forearm, then punches his other knife into the man's neck. For good measure, Jeongguk kneels as the man falls and slices his throat open to quicken his bleeding.

Two down, thirteen to go.

When Jeongguk stands, stumbling as he finds his balance, he notices some men crowding around him while others attempt to escape. Jeongguk feels himself fly into a blind rage as he approaches the small group and begins punching and stabbing, absorbing hits that are nowhere near as damaging or lethal as the ones he doles out. He barely feels it when fists make impact with him, and he giggles wildly when one punch lands on the kunai under his shirt and slices the man's knuckles.

"You ruined my shirt, you fuck," he complains through his mouthguard as he punches a knife into the soft tissue and cartilage the man's face, still giggling like a madman.

A glance around the space shows Jae in his corner, three men at the door attempting to beat it down, and two men on the far-end wall huddled up. A couple men groan and crawl against the floor, and Jeongguk has no idea how many of them are dead or dying, so he advances on the three by the door.

Jeongguk takes a chance and flings one of the knives, and it whirs satisfactorily and hits one of the men in the shoulder. The man yelps and falls to his knees, clearly assuming something far worse has happened to him, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to advance and take the other two out while he is down.

A knife to the throat here, a headbutt followed by a knife to the throat there, and Jeongguk is bending behind the last man, pulling the knife from his back and reaching around to the front of his neck to slice it open. Jeongguk gets to his feet, stretches his neck from side to side, and turns to survey the scene.

The two men who were by the far wall must have gained courage, and they come barreling toward Jeongguk. One slips on blood and falls back against the floor with a loud smack, but the other manages to get close enough to attempt to slash at Jeongguk with a piece of broken glass. Once again, Jeongguk blocks the punch with a knife to the forearm, then punches a knife into the throat, watching with a plastic grin as the man falls to the ground.

Groans and gargles fill the space, and Jeongguk catches his breath as the room sways and twists before him. His mouth is dry, and the smell of brassy blood is overwhelming, and Jeongguk wants to curl up in a ball and take a nice big nap. 

On the floor, the man who had slipped and fallen convulses, and Jeongguk wonders if his head has been pierced by broken glass. Nobody seems to be getting up, so Jeongguk surmises he must have fourteen down with only one left.

Jeongguk wipes the back of his wrist against his forehead, undoubtedly coating it in sweat and blood, and he turns back to Jae. Blood runs down Jae's wrist, and he shakes like a leaf on a tree—he has clearly been attempting to pull himself from the handcuff. Jeongguk pulls his mouthguard out, sucks in some of the saliva that has pooled, and shoves it into his pocket beside its case.

"Last man standing," he slurs as his high becomes unbearable. "You have three minutes to spill before I kill you."

The tangy scent of urine hits Jeongguk's nose, and he looks down to find a large wet spot on the front of Jae's jeans. He shakes his head and scoffs.

"It wasn't my idea," Jae whimpers. Jeongguk cocks his head and studies the man's face—is he crying? What a fucking wimp.

"Whose idea was it?"

"You know whose!" Jae shouts. "The same family that sent the man to fuck up your boxer! The same family who attacked your whore! They're sending people from all sides to throw you off your game and shake you up!"

"My whore?" Jeongguk growls as he grabs Jae tightly by the jaw. "Jimin isn't my whore, and speaking about one of my family men like that is a good way to get a knife shoved into your filthy little piss hole."

Fear visibly shakes through Jae, who thrashes in Jeongguk's hold. He even grabs onto Jeongguk's wrist with his free hand in a feeble attempt to yank Jeongguk's grip off of his jaw. Jeongguk headbutts him again and squeezes tighter as a dizzying quake rocks through him.

"Why did you accept her offer? Were you really stupid enough to think you wouldn't get caught?"

Jae scoffs and shakes his head, appearing to act tough with tears on his cheeks. "She has men on the inside."

Jeongguk squints, losing his ability to see clearly even as close to Jae as he is. "On the inside? On my team?"

"Well...she did. You killed most of them."

"Who are the others?" Jeongguk demands, and Jae laughs.

"You got everything from me that you could," Jae says. Jeongguk thinks he sees Jae's eyes flash to the side and back, but it takes him too long to process it before Jae mutters, "Kill me and be done with it."

Jeongguk takes a step back, ready to drive the knife into Jae's throat and move on, but an arm snakes around Jeongguk's torso and hot, piercing pain hits him on his side. Jeongguk drives a knife into the hand around his waist, piercing his own skin from the impact, and he yanks the knife away in time for another piercing pain to hit him between his shoulder blades.

Only as Jeongguk spins and finds one of the blood-soiled men holding a jagged, bloodied piece of glass does Jeongguk realize he has been stabbed. He grunts as he thrusts both of his knives into the man's guts and shoves the man back until he slips on blood and falls to the floor.

"Fuck!" Jeongguk shouts in frustration as he spins around and slices Jae's throat open in a broad, sloppy motion. He does not want to deal with stab wounds of all fucking things.

Jeongguk slowly steps back and looks around the room, swaying as he turns and attempts to survey the carnage left behind. Everything is a blur of reds and browns with hints of whites and blues, and Jeongguk stumbles toward the bar to sit down on a stool and catch his breath.

The pain in his side and back tingle-throb, and Jeongguk attempts to remember how to tend to a stab wound, but all he can do is grind his teeth and rest back against the bar top. When the door to the club flies open, Jeongguk doesn't register who approaches until he hears Seokjin's nagging shouts and feels him prodding at Jeongguk's torso.

"Yah, are you injured?" Seokjin shouts, fussing about at Jeongguk's side where his hand is weakly pressing against a wound.

Jeongguk hisses and nods, and then he giggles at the thought of any of these men thinking they could kill him. How stupid of them.

"Where did you park?" Seokjin asks as he gets Jeongguk onto his feet with his arm draped over Seokjin's broad shoulders.

"Front," Jeongguk mutters.

All the world is a blur of lights and colors, streaked and sloppy before Jeongguk's eyes. He steps into the cool night air, and the security guard says something he does not comprehend, and then he fumbles down the short set of steps, onto the sidewalk.

"Jeongguk, I don't see any of your cars," Seokjin says as he shakes him roughly.

Pulled to alertness for a split moment, Jeongguk hums and says, "Ol' minty," while flinging his hand in the direction of his bike.

"Wh—Jeonggukah!" Seokjin shouts. "You said you drove here! I asked you if y—oh, this is unbelievable."

"I dr—I drove my bike," Jeongguk slurs.

Jeongguk is led to his bike where the blurry valet attendant is bowed before him, and Seokjin gets him to straddle the small metal cargo rack above the back tire.

"Feet on the pegs!" Seokjin barks as he lifts Jeongguk's feet one at a time and places them onto small metal pegs that are screwed onto his back tire.

Jeongguk somewhat obeys—he has done this many times before—but his feet slip a few times until he is steady. Then Seokjin moves the bicycle away from the bike rack, tells Jeongguk to hold on tight, and once Jeongguk wraps his arms around Seokjin's ribs and leans his head on his back, they are off.

Seokjin smells nice. Like cigars and the expensive cologne that Hoseok insists he wears. He takes in a nice deep breath and groans happily before letting it out. The night air feels cool on his skin, and he smiles as Seokjin drives them home.

From time to time, Jeongguk hears an unintelligible grunt or groan, but he ignores it; he will undoubtedly hear it again once he has sobered up, so there is no use trying to strain the few remaining brain cells that are still working to try to make sense of it now.

The ride from the city to the property is usually around thirty minutes when it is just Jeongguk. He has no concept of how much time has passed as he attempts to watch a tree line blur by, and although the scenery is familiar and Jeongguk thinks he has some idea of how close they could be, he does not dwell on it. Instead, he closes his eyes.

When the bicycle finally skids to a stop, Jeongguk nearly topples over. Seokjin swears and mutters, and Jeongguk attempts to place his feet on the concrete driveway, but his legs melt like hot wax, and he sinks downward as the weight of his collapsing bicycle drags him to the ground.

Seokjin manages to get Jeongguk untangled from his vehicle and picks him up over his shoulder, carrying Jeongguk potato-sack-style toward a light that shines out into the night through some windows. He hears the mechanical beeping of the locking mechanism and then the door crashes open. The sounds of three particular voices gasping tells Jeongguk that he has been brought to Yoongi's house.

"Taehyung," Seokjin mutters. "I think he's been stabbed. There doesn't seem to be a lot of blood loss; I think he's delirious from being high."

There is some shuffling around, and Jeongguk hangs over Seokjin's shoulder, feeling sleepy and, frankly, completely unbothered by anything. 

So he may have gotten stabbed once or twice, so what? He found out more information, and he got to let go of some of his pent-up rage. His jaw aches, however, and he wishes he had not taken his mouthguard out.

Jeongguk is transferred to a different strong person, and Jeongguk wraps his arms around the different neck and hugs closely. After a split moment, he realizes by the clean smell of lotion and eucalyptus shampoo that it is Taehyung, and Jeongguk smiles as he carries him back outside.

"Stabbed?" Taehyung mutters curiously as the night air hits Jeongguk's cheeks and makes him shiver.

The walk to Taehyung's house from Yoongi's is short, and Jeongguk buries his face into Taehyung's neck as he mutters, "Mmhmm."

Silence falls, save for the crunch of dirt under Taehyung's shoe. Jeongguk thinks he begins to fall asleep, roused by the sound of Taehyung's deep, soft voice.

"Are the wounds deep?"

Jeongguk shakes his head, although, truth be told, he has no idea. There is a wet spot on his back, but it does not feel very big, and the one on his side is pressed against Taehyung.

"How many bodies?" Taehyung asks softly.

The sounds of Taehyung's feet crunching over gravel feels oddly calming to Jeongguk, and for some inexplicable reason, he feels the urge to cry.

"Fifteen," Jeongguk mutters with a tremble. He is cold, and he grips onto Taehyung tighter in search of warmth.

Taehyung tsks and chuckles. "So reckless. You don't have to do these jobs alone, you know? You can take one of us."

"Sorry," Jeongguk mutters, feeling defeated and miserable.

Another chuckle comes from Taehyung, instantly lifting Jeongguk's spirits and making him feel okay. "Don't apologize, baby. We just worry about you."

Jeongguk nods against Taehyung's neck and mutters, "Okay."

"I can't believe how mean you are to me," Taehyung whines in a mocking tone as he leans the two of them forward to punch in the password to his front door. 

Taehyung opens the door and switches on a foyer light, then makes his way down a short ramp into his basement, where his exam rooms and surgical equipment are. The fluorescent lighting makes Jeongguk groan and squeeze his eyes closed.

"First, Hoseok tells me you brought home some nobody to fuck," Taehyung continues to mock-pout, "and then you show up all cut and bruised. Starting to make me think you don't need me anymore, baby."

Jeongguk knows Taehyung is being playful, but he cannot stop himself from taking it very personally, and the sloshing of heightened emotions has him feeling incredibly sad. 

Taehyung means more to him than anyone in the world, which is precisely why Jeongguk tends to keep him at arms-length sometimes. Tears spill from Jeongguk's eyes.

"S-sorry, hyung."

"Awe, my poor crybaby," Taehyung sing-songs as he sets Jeongguk onto a leather exam table covered in a white paper sheet.

Jeongguk continues to hold onto Taehyung tightly until two strong hands wrap around his wrists and pull his arms down. He does not want Taehyung to see him cry, even though it would not be the first time—nor the last.

"Are you bored of me, Ggukie? Is that why you don't call me anymore?"

"D-don't want to bother you," Jeongguk whimpers pathetically, swiftly crashing from his high and feeling the full array of his emotions.

Jeongguk opens his eyes a crack to find Taehyung hovering over him and unbuttoning his soiled shirt. Taehyung chuckles at the sight of the blades and reaches around Jeongguk’s back to undo the belt and pull it free. Then he pulls Jeongguk's shirt away, making Jeongguk shiver, and he surveys the first wound.

"Not too deep," Taehyung says as he meets Jeongguk's gaze and smiles. For the first time in a while, Jeongguk can clearly see in front of him, and he thinks Taehyung is more beautiful than ever. Taehyung quietly studies his face. "You seem to be coming back to me. How do you feel?"

Terrible, Jeongguk thinks. He can't tell if he is fully coming down or if the second pill still has more high to give him, but he trembles and his bones feel restless in his skin, and he cannot keep his emotions from teetering from one extreme to the other, especially with Taehyung looking down at him the way he does.

"Shitty," is all Jeongguk says.

"Let's get you into a nice warm bath," Taehyung suggests with a grin that makes Jeongguk melt. "We'll clean your wounds, and then you'll show me what you did to that pretty boy who you picked up this morning. Sound good?"

Jeongguk will need a lot of cocaine to keep up with Taehyung, especially in this state, and he nods and attempts a smile, feeling his teeth clatter in his mouth.

"That's my good baby," Taehyung groans in a tone so deep, it makes a chill rock through Jeongguk.

There is only one person who Jeongguk lets his guard down for—lets do anything he pleases. And although Taehyung is absolutely terrifying and will undoubtedly be the death of him, Jeongguk cannot tell him no.

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[overalls4all]

Charlie had just finished another workout. The clock struck 7am so he started packing up his bag. He clipped his ID badge back on his overalls, sticking a few pens in the bib slots for later.

"Later Danny! I got to get to the factory," Charlie shouted to his friend, who was still finishing some reps.

Danny was dressed in the same Carhartt overalls and hi-vis shirt. They had both been assigned to the same labor squadron, so the uniform was shared with the rest of the men in the gym.

"Leaving already? I thought shifts started at 8 today," Danny said between reps, as his pecs pushed out his bibs.

"Supervisor Gordon ordered me in early. Said it's for loyalty inspection," Charlie swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Ah gotcha," Danny responded. "I have my inspection next week. I won't keep you then. Glory to the Leader!"

Charlie gave a quick wave to his friend, "Glory to the Leader!" before leaving.

Charlie had been looking forward to graduating high school, but all of his plans changed with the new requirements mandating all men spend ages 18-25 working manual labor jobs to serve their country. Charlie was assigned to a manufacturing plant. He had to move into worker barracks, wear uniform overalls, and pledge loyalty to the Leader, a man Charlie once voted for president until he dissolved the government and installed himself as Leader.

It was a lot of change in one year, and Charlie was just old to know how different the country felt now. But slowly over the next year, Charlie started accepting things as normal. The overalls were actually pretty comfortable and definitely practical for his labor assignment. His work was monotonous, but fulfilling as he knew he was helping the country. And pledging loyalty to the Leader was a great way to bond and form community his fellow workers. He wasn't even paying lip service anymore, Charlie had become a true believer in the Leader's vision.

As Charlie boarded the transport from the barracks to the factory, he couldn't help but smile seeing the billboards of workers standing proudly in their overalls. The transport's radio played party news reporting on the Leader's most recent accomplishments. Charlie join the applause as the reporter announced introduced the new 7-day work week. Charlie couldn't believe he would get to serve his country and his Leader even more. His hands grabbed his overall straps as he smiled to himself and said "Glory to the Leader!"

[4-humiliation-enm-cmnm]

A SLAVE TO MY FAMILY

My name is Dave. Ever since my family moved to our new house in Georgia,

my father and older brothers have been working in the house's basement. Whenever

they are working down there, I hear power saws, hammering, running water,

digging, and all other sounds that usually come from construction sites.

Even though I'm seventeen, my Dad does not let me see what it is that he and my

brothers are working on. Any time I ask them to show me what they are building

down there, they say that it is way too dangerous for me to be there, and that I

should keep out at all times.

They promised me that they would show me what they

were building when they were done. They said it was something the whole family

would really enjoy. Sometimes when I am alone, I try to go in, but the door is well locked, besides, it is made out of tons of steel or something because it

feels very heavy just knocking on it.

My brothers, Tom and Tony, are twenty and nineteen, and work out constantly. I try to workout also, but they have always been much stronger than me.

My dad is always nice,loves his children. My mother died in giving birth to me. We have other family here in Georgia. I have several cousin and uncles. On my eighteenth birthday, I found out what they were building in the basement. That's when my nightmare began. I will tell you what I've been told.

Six months prior to my eighteenth birthday, I started noticing that I was home alone every Wednesday night from 7:00 P.M. to about 11:00 P.M. I thought nothing of it because every one had jobs and school and other businesses to attend to. I also noticed that the construction on the basement had stop, except for my

dad, and brothers taking black bags full of things. I could not see what was in the bags, and they would not let me see no matter how much I asked. I was never really persistent because I don't like to be nosy.

One night when I was coming home from the movies, my cousin's car was outside. It had been a while since I last saw him so I was glad he was home. He was 29 and very handsome, and he worked for some type of Government agency, which gave him access to a bunch of stuff. I thought he had the coolest job.

Anyway, when I went in the house, my brothers and my cousin were walking by the hallway. They had not noticed me. I heard my cousin say, "O.K., I've got Dave's birth certificate and all his school information. That's all I need." When I asked them what they were talking about, they looked kind of shocked and said it was about my up coming graduation. My brother Tom told me to mind my own business and so I did. I figured out that they were planning a big surprise for my 18th birthday.

Here is what happened:

My entire family had been meeting on Wednesdays to plan my kidnapping.

They thought about every thing. In the meetings, my whole family attended

(except for me). My father, my two brothers, my father’s four brothers, several of my male cousins and my father’s college roommate were in attendance.

They all voted on several issued regarding my kidnapping. First they voted on the method of kidnapping. They had three methods on the ballot. First, put a sedative in my food, and drug me so that they could easily accomplish their goal. Second, chloroform me at night while I was sleeping and take it from there. Third sneak in to my bedroom while I was sleeping and use brute force to handcuff me, put restraints on my ankles, and tie me all up while I remained totally aware of what was going on after I would wake up. They voted for the third option. They said they would enjoy my struggling and that it would be much more fun. Anyway, it was 10 against 1 and I would be sleeping and caught completely in surprise.

The second issue they discussed was what they would do about the police once I was missing. Here is where my cousin with the job at the Government agency came in handy for them. They simply plotted my fake death and he was able to manufacture a death certificate. They planned my fake funeral (with a corpse and all) and as of now every one thinks I'm dead. (I wish I were dead instead of living this hell). He had connections with the corner's office and he plotted an accident in which I supposedly died. It worked out perfectly.

Then, they voted on what they would wear when they were in the basement where I

was. Unanimously, they voted black leather. My father and brothers would wear

leather pants and leather vests. My uncles and cousins would wear leather pants or

leather shorts with body harnesses. All the men would wear black leather combat boots. Then they voted on how I would be dressed. My brother and father voted for me to wear no shirt, shoes and socks, but have a pair of tighty whities briefs. After all they were not gay and they were not interested in my sexual organs at all, all they wanted was to control me. However, Dad’s college roommate and all my uncles and cousins voted for me to be completely stripped. It was 7 to 3, so I was to be naked at all times. My father and brothers accepted and agreed to participate in my stripping if necessary.

Next, they voted for the methods of my tortures and punishments. They also voted

for the instruments that they would use to control me. You will find out these later on in the story. One family member was chosen to go buy all the equipment a

week prior to when it was all going to occur. They all spent a Saturday buying

their leather attire at the same time to make sure it was O.K. with the other

members of the family.

So there it was, my family had the perfect plan to kidnap me and enslave

me forever. It was the night before my 18th birthday and I went to sleep at

about 9:00 P.M. feeling very tired. I fell sleep like a rock. Around 11:30, I

saw my door open slightly and I thought I saw several shadows move outside my

room in the hall. Then, my Dad walked in and said that he was just checking up

on me before he went to sleep. He came to the side of the bed and kissed me

good night. Then, he left and closed the door behind him. After a few minutes,

I fell back sleep. I thought I heard the sound of metal clicking and suddenly, I

felt my covers being pulled off very violently. I was sleeping on my stomach so

I could not see what the hell was going on. As I tried to turn around, I felt

many hands grabbing my wrists and ankles. I tried to get up but then I felt

someone jumping on my back, I was completely immobilized and I was really scared. I called out for my dad and brothers, "dad, help Tony! tom!" to my horror, I

heard the voice of my brother Tont coming from on top of me. He was the one who jumped on me. He said, "I'm afraid I can't help you" and then he laughed evilly. Then I heard my brother Tom say, "you are ours now" don't fight us or you will regret it.

Then, they violently forced my arms behind my back and my father said to my

One of my uncles "Hurry and put the handcuffs on." My incle had me handcuffed in

no time. Then, the other uncles and cousins pulled my legs into a spreader bar.

My brother Tony then linked a chain from the spreader bar to the handcuffs.

Then, my dad said,"stand him up and lets show him a little family love." My Dad’s college friend then turned on the lights and I saw every one with

an evil smirk on their face. I screamed, "What the fuck are you doing, let me

go." My dad’s friend said, “lets all hold him and have his brothers and father teach him some manners. Everyone grabbed me from an arm, behind my neck, my legs, and my mid section. Then my dad and brothers got really close to me and said, "Happy birthday." My dad then grabbed me my the balls as hard as he could. I yelped in pain and everyone laughed. Just as I thought I had felt the worst pain in the world, my brothers each grabbed my tits and started twisting.

I was crying uncontrollably when my cousin said, "can't you shut him up?' With that, my brother Tom said, "with pleasure." He produced a ball gag and strapped it around my head. At the same moment my brother Tony was attaching a thick black leatherbdog collar around my neck

My dad lifted my head by my hair and said, "You want to see what is in the basement? O.K., We'll show you."

Then he attached a chain leash to the dog collar and started to tug me toward the door. My father’s four brothers grabbed me by the arms along and shoulders.

Then i heard my older brother declare, “lets take him down to his new permanent home."

Everyone cheered. I still could not talk because oc the ball gag.. I was trying to yell for help or for them to let me go, but nothing came out of my mouth that could be understood with the gag.

They picked me up and carried me against my struggling across the hallway and down the stairs to the basement.

When we were in, it didn't look as though they had done anything to it. Then, my dad moved the sofa and lifted the carpet. There was a huge doorway on the floor, which he lifted to reveal some wide steps going down.

They dragged me down, and then it hit me, "They were building an underground

dungeon." When we reached the bottom (about 30 steps), my dad unlocked another

heavy steel door.

Then they dragged me into a room that made hell look like an amusement park. It had a slight, but very noticeable scent of urine. At the middle of the huge room there was a black wall all upholstered in black leather.

The wall did not go all the way up to the roof. The wall had many leather straps

for restraining anyone who stood against it.

Behind the wall was a

post and stocks.

Behind the whipping post was a toilet and a shower. To the right of the leather

wall was a small bed and a dog cage next to it.

There were several leather sofas around the room.

I was trying to beg for mercy with my eyes but none of them cared.

They lowered me, stood me up, and tied my wrists and ankles to the leather

wall. I was spread eagled. Then, they all took a step back, looked at me with

evil smirks, then started laughing and giving each other high-fives. I was in

hell.

They left me and they went up stairs locking the heavy steel door behind

them. I was in a lot of pain, confused, and scared out of my mind. I did not

understand what was going on. Why was my family doing this to me? And my

brother? Hell, what the fuck was going on? Why did my whole family gang up on me

to strip me naked and tie me to a leather wall? I needed answers, I needed help. By now I was beginning to catch my breath after the initial shock.

Ten minutes later, the steel door opened. All of my assailants came in and I

could not believe my eyes, they were all wearing leather.

They sat down on the sofas except for my dad. Everyone was looking at me with evil eyes. My brother Tony came to me and removed the ball gag.

Once i was able to move my jaw again, I said, "What is going on? Why are you doing this to me? Let me

go... please....I'm begging you. They all started laughing.

My dad came closer to me, lifted my head by the chin, he had a strong scent of leather, and said

with a smirk on his face, "Beg all you want, we are not gong to let you go.

However, I will answer your questions. I will tell you what is going on. We have

a fetish. We like to to control and humiliate people...... well not all people, just you. The only reason we had you was to have someone to do this to. I planed this even before you were born. At birth, when the doctor

handed you to us, I looked you in the eyes and had the

same evil smirk you see in all of us today. We want to make you our slave.

Correction, you ARE our slave.

I started crying and she slapped me

"You should be thanking me instead of crying like a little bitch. I'm doing something nice for you. I should give you something tocry about, but I guess that will come later. Don't bother thinking the police will find you. In a few hours, we will be attending your funeral which we faked with the help of your cousin." He looked at me and winked an eye to me and blew me a kiss. Then my dad said, "So you see, we are all going to be in so much sorrow and everyone will think that you are dead. We even have a death certificate.

As of today at 4:00 A.M. you are officially deceased." Everyone laughed again. Then my brother Tony continued. "That means that you belong to us and nobody will even try to rescue you because to the world, you are dead. HA HA HA HA." Then my brother Tom said, "Dad, tell him what we are going to do to him."

Every one agreed and cheered. "Yeah, tell him how we are going to teach him a

lesson." Everyone was very excited and happy. I wanted to die.

Then my dad said, "O.K. boy, here is what we are going to do to you. Each one of us will do their own thing when they have a chance.”

“You are going to be our slave, our house pet, our baby boy. What ever kink we devise will be your life from now on. There will be a schedule and each of us will have alloted time with you. Constantly expanding your limits. Training you to our needs and wants.”

Everyone laughed at the expression on my face.

The expression of sheer horror. I protested, and so my dad asked that the ball

gag be placed back in my mouth. My brother happily complied.

My then my dad continued to explain. “We will begin momentarily. I have the first opportunity and then your brothers will continue the festivities. Once they have finished YOUR NEXT LOVED FAMILY MEMBER CAN HAVE HIS TURN WITH YOU.”

“Aren't you glad you are part of this great family? I'm glad you are part of this family." Everyone laughed.

I could not believe my ears. I was so scared. Here they were, my family. The ones you run to in hard times. The ones you look for protection. They were all in front of me and all they wanted to do is torture me. They don't even want to kill me, they want to control me and humiliate me.

I began to cry more, and they began to laugh harder. They proceeded to tie some metal shackles to my already bound wrists. The shackles were linked to chains, which ran over to the roof and through a pipeline where the other men held the other end of the chain. They released the leather straps from my

wrists and the men pulled on the chains linked to the shackles on my wrists.

Then my uncle spoke up. “You WILL be naked from now on and for the rest of your life. Although from time to time you may be dressed for certain fetishes, like diapers Or sports gear or underwear or uniforms but most of the time you will be wearing a suit… your birthday suit!”

Everyone laughed at his joke

Now the horror was complete. I've always been very shy about my nudity. Being naked in front of all these men, and my dad and brother, will kill me. I've always been very insecure about the size of my dick and balls. This is hell.

After some seconds of me just dazed off thinking of how embarrassing being naked in front of my family will be, my dad said, "Gentlemen would you like to take this time to check out the merchandise?” All agreed and gathered around me and starting to touch me with no concern for my modesty

I wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. I was now stripped and being groped by the men of my family in front of all of them.

Then my brother Tony came to me and said, "You will obey every single order that we give you, you little rat." With that, he grabbed and twisted my balls.

Every one started laughing hysterically. I started crying even more. The more I cried the more they laughed. My Dad’s friend said, "Look at his balls, they are so tiny. Look at his pink dick, it is practically non existing."

They all laughed at the comments. I would have rather been in hell. I was so humiliated. They were all pointing at me and at my genitals and laughing. Then my cousin said, "As punishment for being disobedient, you will never drink water again.

You will only drink pee. For breakfast-pee, for lunch-pee, and for

dinner-pee.

Furthermore, you will be showered with icy cold water every day at

5:00 A.M. The cold water will be your perpetual wake-up alarm.

In addition, you

will remain naked forever and you will always be restrained or in bondage one

way or another. Kiss your freedom of movement good bye....Hell, kiss all your

freedom good bye."

Everyone agreed and laughed at me. My brothers were getting anxious to work me over so they suggested that they got started with the sessions.

Everyone agreed. They grabbed my hands and tied them back to the leather wall with the straps.

And thus began my new life as a slave to my family

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Friday, 24th May 2024. Waitomo Caves > Raglan > Te Kauwhata.

For our penultimate day in New Zealand (a grim milestone) we continued our sea-related escapades by going underground to the Waitomo Caves. Similar to the London underground, these cave rivers are fast moving, unpredictable, and filled with slow-moving, bumbling tourists who aren't minding the gaps.

Our guides, Matty and Aaron, began the tour by teaching us some basic rope and absailing techniques before we took a 35m plunge down the cave's back passage and into an immediate pitch black entrance where we were greeted by glowworms, who didn't exactly light our way but certainly tried their best. We then worked our way further down to an eventual depth of 80m by taking a zipline in the dark (which is as terrifying as it sounds).

Once we had all reached a ledge, we had a quick hot choccie before jumping down into the river below butt first (rubber ring attached, to cushion the blow) to begin our swim downstream. We then formed a chain of rubber rings and gazed up at the glowworms and stalactites, which would have been quite relaxing had the water threatened to freeze us. Afterwards, it was an assortment of river walks and crawling through tight spaces that were clearly designed for fish and not people. Finally, we exited by climbing up two small water rapids, which is a bit like someone firing a water canon directly into your face whilst you fumble up a sweaty rock... twice.

Leaving the caves victorious and with a workout that would make Joe Wicks weep, we headed for a nearby beach town Raglan and enjoyed pizza at Piacè (I have no idea how you are supposed to pronounce this) before having a stroll along the shoreline at sunset. About five minutes before we were due to leave, I realised I had left my bag at Piacè's and had a fun sprint back there to collect it (luckily it didn't have anything important in it, just my passport).

We then parked up for the night at Te Kauwhata and began a deep clean of the campervan which we're returning tomorrow (removing all traces of the blue meth manufactured here) and packed our suitcases for the last time. Tomorrow, we'll enjoy our final day up in Auckland and take a midnight flight all the way back to the UK.

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Low Calorie Chocolate Market Driven by Health Trends, Innovation, and Regulatory Shifts

The low calorie chocolate market is experiencing robust growth, fueled by increasing consumer interest in healthier indulgences and a rising tide of regulatory and industry-level initiatives. Multiple drivers—ranging from public health concerns to retail transformations—are converging to create fertile ground for sustained expansion across global regions.

Rising Health Awareness and Lifestyle Shifts

A significant catalyst behind the growth of the low calorie chocolate market is the global rise in health-conscious behavior. With obesity, diabetes, and other metabolic disorders on the rise, consumers are actively seeking healthier alternatives to traditional high-sugar snacks. Low calorie chocolate, offering a balance between indulgence and nutrition, fits well within this paradigm. It satisfies cravings while aligning with dietary goals, particularly for calorie- and sugar-restricted diets.

Innovation in Sweeteners and Functional Ingredients

Technological advancements in food science are enabling the development of low calorie chocolates that maintain taste and texture while significantly cutting caloric content. Natural, non-nutritive sweeteners such as stevia, monk fruit, and allulose are gaining widespread use. Additionally, functional enhancements—such as the inclusion of fiber, plant protein, or adaptogens—are appealing to wellness-focused consumers, expanding product relevance beyond mere calorie reduction.

Changing Consumer Demographics and Preferences

Millennials and Gen Z consumers are driving demand for low calorie chocolate through their strong preference for clean-label, health-oriented snacks. This demographic values transparency, minimal processing, and added health benefits in their food choices. As a result, brands that offer low calorie chocolate with simple ingredients and added value—such as energy-boosting or mood-enhancing properties—are seeing strong engagement.

Governmental Policies and Nutritional Regulations

Sugar taxation policies and front-of-pack labeling mandates are pushing chocolate manufacturers to reformulate products in favor of lower sugar and calorie content. These regulatory pressures are not just regional but increasingly global, reinforcing the market shift toward healthier alternatives. Companies that fail to innovate in this area risk regulatory penalties and diminishing market relevance.

Retail and Digital Channel Expansion

The growth of e-commerce and health-focused specialty stores has made low calorie chocolate more accessible than ever. Online platforms in particular have allowed emerging brands to compete with established players, often appealing to niche segments like keto, vegan, or paleo consumers. This expanded availability boosts consumer awareness and broadens market participation.

Sustainability and Ethical Production as Added Drivers

Sustainability is playing an indirect but important role in the market’s growth. Consumers seeking low calorie products often overlap with those valuing environmental and ethical considerations. Brands that combine low calorie benefits with sustainable cocoa sourcing, reduced packaging waste, or carbon neutrality are winning favor with ethically-driven consumers.

Convenient Formats and On-the-Go Consumption

Modern lifestyles favor snacks that are easy to carry, portion-controlled, and suitable for multiple uses, such as post-workout energy or mid-day hunger management. Low calorie chocolate brands have responded with single-serve packs, resealable bags, and multi-purpose formats that meet these needs, thus increasing consumption frequency and broadening usage occasions.

Conclusion

The low calorie chocolate market is being energized by a combination of health-driven consumer trends, ingredient innovation, supportive regulation, and retail evolution. These interlocking drivers are helping transform low calorie chocolate from a specialty product into a mainstream offering. As manufacturers continue to align product innovation with consumer demand, the market is poised for significant and sustained expansion.

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What Makes Protein Bars Without Seed Oils Better?

In today's world of heath conscious snackers, many people are beginning to ask intelligent questions about their protein bars. One question on the rise: Are protein bars without seed oils really better? Short answer: yes, and it may cause you to rethink what you currently have in your gym bag or pantry.

If seed oils were among those things you were yet to pay attention to, you might be very right. But as the movement grows towards cleaner, less processed foods, it is increasingly important to know why protein bars without seed oils are seen as the gold standard when you're looking for something better for your body, how well you're doing, and even your long-term health.

Now, let's get to the bottom of what sets these bars apart - and why you should be grabbing your next protein snack when it's not without seed oils.

Understanding Seed Oils: The Hidden Ingredient

First, it is important to clarify what we are discussing. Seed oils — such as canola oil, soybean oil, or sunflower oil, and cottonseed oil — are typically present in processed foods, including quite a few so-called health protein bars.

These oils are usually extracted through harsh chemical methods and high temperature, which may produce unstable compounds called oxidized fats, thereby increasing their risk to the body. With time, oxidized fats are known to increase inflammation and oxidative stress and decrease the chances of chronic diseases like heart diseases and diabetes.

This is where seed-oil-free protein bars are in a class all by themselves. These manufacturers have excluded these inflammatory oils from their recipes so that they can create snacks in support of wellness rather than sabotage it.

Why Choose Protein Bars Without Seed Oils?

1. Better Heart Health

Seed oils contain a considerable amount of omega-6 fatty acids. Moderation is required for the intake of omega 6 fatty acids, which do become essential. But, nowadays, we are flooded with too much omega 6 from processed seed oils. Too much omega-6 intake may lead to a state of inflammation, which is one of the causal factors of heart disease.

Seed oil-free protein bars would drastically reduce these inflammatory fats and thus contribute toward a healthier omega-3 to omega-6 ratio. The more you eat healther, the healthier your heart will be.

2. Reduced Inflammation

Inflammation is the silent enemy behind many health problems, including joint pain, gut issues, and cognitive decline. Seed oils, especially if processed at high temperatures, contribute to acute internal inflammation.

When you switch to seed oil-free protein bars, you give your body a much-needed rest from one of the most prevalent hidden inflammatory culprits. Over time, you may see improvement in recovery from workouts, less bloating, or even an overall increased sense of well-being and energy.

3. Clean Ingredients You Can Trust

And whilst that may be happening to protein bars without seed oils, there's a chance that upon consideration of these particular brands and their products, you're really bringing in quite an overall preference for cleaner ingredients from that point. Grass-fed protein sources would also mean organic nuts and natural sweeteners like honey or date with actual fruits.

Protein bars that usually would probably rely on one or more of the seed oils pretty often come into dramatic contrast with artificial flavorings, preservatives, and some cheap fillers. These cleaner bars would bring cuts not just from bad fats but altogether upgrade your snack's whole nutritional profile.

4. Better Taste and Texture

There's just no denying that healthy benefits can create a big difference, but if it does not taste good, chances are you are not going to stay with it.

Good news: The protein bar with no seed oil tastes rich and full-bodied. Natural fats-coconut oil, cacao butter, or nut butters (almond or cashew)- replace that flat, greasy, aftertaste of seed oils. The result-a snappier texture, more luscious taste, and a fuller snacking experience.

5. Support for Long-Term Wellness

Taking in seed oil-rich foods every now and then is not that bad. But eating them daily-for example, without being aware, in 'healthy' snacks such as protein bars-gains ground over time.

Choosing protein bars without seed oils would mark the commencement of making bigger changes in conscious eating. It is about cleaning up the diet from unnecessary toxins and setting the stage for long-term metabolic health, energy, and increased mental clarity.

How to Identify Protein Bars Without Seed Oils

Not all "healthy" labels are truthful. Here’s what you need to do:

Read the ingredient list carefully

Look for oils like canola, soybean, sunflower, safflower, cottonseed, or corn oil — and avoid them.

Look for alternative fats

Prefer bars using coconut oil, MCT oil, cacao butter, ghee, or pure nut butters.

Choose brands committed to clean eating

Brands that proudly state they’re free of seed oils are often more transparent about all their ingredients.

Watch out for sneaky marketing

Words like "natural," "heart-healthy," or "non-GMO" don't guarantee the absence of seed oils. Only the ingredient list tells the truth.

Are Protein Bars Without Seed Oils More Expensive?

Yes, sometimes - but it is worth it.

You pay for better sourcing, higher quality ingredients, and that feeling of peace in knowing you're fueling your body with food that will support your goals rather than working against them. Rather think of it not as a cost but an investment in future health.

Besides, snacking smarter today may turn out to be less need for supplements, doctor visits, or medications later.

Final Thoughts

The evidence is clear: Protein bars without seed oils are a better choice for your health, your energy, and your overall well-being. They reduce inflammation, improve your nutrient intake, and offer better taste — all while aligning with a clean, intentional lifestyle.

Next time you're buying something snack-like, pause to flip that package over with a glance at the ingredients. Your future self will thank you later for selecting a protein without seed oil.

Curious to know what makes no seed oil protein bars truly better? Read our next blog in this series for expert tips "How to Choose the Best No Seed Oil Protein Bars" Stay Tuned!

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The Power of Stick Pack Machines for Modern Packaging

In today's fast-paced world, convenience and portability are king. From single-serve coffee and powdered supplements to liquid medications and granular snacks, consumers increasingly demand products that fit seamlessly into their on-the-go lifestyles. This demand has fueled the rise of innovative packaging solutions, and at the forefront of this revolution stands the stick pack machine.

But what exactly is a stick pack machine, and why is it becoming an indispensable asset for businesses across various industries? Simply put, a stick pack machine is a sophisticated piece of automated packaging equipment designed to fill and seal products into slender, single-serving pouches, commonly known as stick packs or sachets. These sleek, elongated packages offer a multitude of advantages over traditional packaging formats.

One of the primary benefits of utilizing a stick pack machine is the enhanced convenience it offers to end-users. Their slim and lightweight design makes stick packs incredibly portable, easily fitting into pockets, bags, and travel kits. This makes them ideal for single-dose applications where on-the-go consumption is prevalent. Imagine the ease of tearing open a stick pack of energy powder before a workout or adding a single-serving sweetener to your coffee without the need for bulky containers.

Beyond consumer convenience, stick pack machines offer significant advantages for manufacturers as well. The automated nature of these machines translates to increased efficiency and productivity. Compared to manual filling and sealing processes, stick pack machines can handle high volumes of product with remarkable speed and accuracy, reducing labor costs and minimizing errors. This streamlined operation allows businesses to meet growing demand and optimize their production workflows.

Furthermore, stick pack packaging offers excellent product protection. The sealed pouches safeguard the contents from moisture, oxygen, light, and other environmental factors that can compromise quality and shelf life. This is particularly crucial for sensitive products like pharmaceuticals, nutraceuticals, and certain food items. The precise sealing also minimizes the risk of leakage, ensuring a clean and mess-free experience for the consumer.

Another compelling reason to invest in a stick pack machine is the marketing and branding opportunities it presents. The elongated shape of the stick pack offers a unique canvas for eye-catching graphics, branding elements, and product information. This distinct packaging format can help products stand out on crowded shelves and create a memorable impression on consumers. Moreover, the single-serving format can encourage trial and repeat purchases.

The versatility of stick pack machines is also noteworthy. These machines can handle a wide range of product types, including powders, granules, liquids, and even pastes. They can be customized with various filling systems and sealing mechanisms to accommodate specific product characteristics and packaging requirements. This adaptability makes them a valuable investment for businesses with diverse product portfolios.

In conclusion, the stick pack machine is more than just a packaging solution; it's a strategic tool that empowers businesses to meet the evolving demands of modern consumers. By offering unparalleled convenience, boosting production efficiency, ensuring product integrity, and enhancing branding opportunities, stick pack machines are driving innovation and shaping the future of single-serve packaging across numerous industries. As the demand for portable and convenient products continues to grow, the power and potential of the stick pack machine will only become more pronounced.

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In this modern world of fitness, proper hydration goes hand in-hand. The consideration of gym bottles is foremost when it comes to necessity. Dewdrop is one of India’s top Gym Bottles Manufacturers that provides an exclusive selection of gym bottles built for durability, performance, and style.

Made for Every Workout

Hydration is the key to optimal performance whether one is lifting weights, running on the treadmill, or doing yoga. Dewdrop gym bottles stand up to the tests of athletes, fitness enthusiasts, and everyday gym-goers. Ranging from BPA-free plastic to stainless steel, our bottles are the perfect tool to support your hydration-drinking goals-both on easy and hard workouts.

Why Choose Dewdrop?

✅ High-Quality Materials Food-grade material-BPA free and nontoxic-whether good for your health, the environment, or both. 

✅ Leak-Proof Dewdrop gym bottles come with lids and seals so secure and tight that you can truly toss one in your gym bag without the possibility of a spill ever crossing your mind.

 ✅ Pretty & Practical Tough and pretty: our bottles are made available in various sizes, colors, and prints that go perfectly with your active lifestyle.

 ✅ Easy to Carry & Clean Lightweight, ergonomic, and easy to clean-Dewdrop bottles call more for uh convenience while on the go.

Perfect for Brands, Gyms & Retailers As one of the most trusted Gym Bottles Manufacturers, Dewdrop also accommodates bulk orders for fitness centers, sports events, corporate gifts, and branding objectives. Custom logo printing and custom packaging are designed per your promotional requirements.

Hydration Meets Innovation with Dewdrop

Step into the fitness revolution with expertly designed gym bottles by Dewdrop. Trusted by gyms, retailers, and fitness lovers across the country, hydration is being redefined-one bottle at a time. 

Looking to place a bulk order for gym bottles? Get in touch with Dewdrop today, your trusted Gym Bottles Manufacturers in India.

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Gym Mover: The Ultimate Guide to Efficiently Moving Gym Equipment

Moving gym equipment can be a daunting task, especially when dealing with heavy weights, bulky machines, and delicate components. Whether you're relocating a home gym mover or a commercial fitness center, proper planning and execution are crucial to ensure safety and efficiency. This guide provides a step-by-step approach to moving gym equipment, covering preparation, packing, transportation, and reassembly.

Why Proper Gym Moving Matters

Gym equipment is often heavy, expensive, and sometimes fragile. Mishandling can lead to:

Damage to equipment – Broken parts or malfunctioning machines.

Personal injury – Strains, sprains, or accidents from improper lifting.

Time and cost inefficiencies – Delays and additional expenses from poor planning.

A professional gym mover service can help, but if you're doing it yourself, follow these best practices.

Step 1: Planning Your Gym Move

Inventory Your Equipment

Before moving, create a detailed list of all gym equipment, including:

Treadmills, ellipticals, and stationary bikes

Weight benches, squat racks, and power cages

Dumbbells, kettlebells, and barbells

Resistance machines (leg press, cable machines, etc.)

This helps in organizing packing materials and estimating transportation needs.

Measure Doorways and Pathways

Ensure that large equipment can fit through doorways, staircases, and hallways. If necessary, disassemble machines to avoid getting stuck during transit.

Gather Packing Supplies

You’ll need:

Moving blankets and bubble wrap

Heavy-duty straps and dollies

Screwdrivers and wrenches for disassembly

Cardboard boxes for small parts

Step 2: Disassembling Gym Equipment

Treadmills and Cardio Machines

Most treadmills can be folded or partially disassembled for easier transport:

Unplug the machine and secure loose cables.

Fold the treadmill deck if possible.

Remove the console if required (check the manual).

Wrap the machine in moving blankets to prevent scratches.

Weight Machines and Racks

Use a wrench to detach bolts from squat racks and cable machines.

Keep screws and small parts in labeled bags to avoid losing them.

Wrap metal frames to prevent dents and scratches.

Free Weights and Dumbbells

Pack dumbbells in sturdy boxes or use weight plates with handles.

Avoid overloading boxes to prevent injuries when lifting.

Step 3: Loading and Transporting Gym Equipment

Use Proper Lifting Techniques

Bend at the knees, not the waist, when lifting heavy items.

Use a gym mover dolly or hand truck for bulky machines.

Team lift extremely heavy items to prevent injuries.

Securing Equipment in the Truck

Place heavy machines against the truck walls for stability.

Use straps to prevent shifting during transit.

Fill gaps with soft items like gym mats to minimize movement.

Step 4: Unloading and Reassembling Your Gym

Inspect for Damage

Before reassembling, check for any dents, loose parts, or electrical issues.

Follow Manufacturer Instructions

Refer to manuals when reassembling machines to ensure proper functionality.

Test All Equipment

Before resuming workouts, test each machine to confirm it operates safely.

Hiring a Professional Gym Mover

If DIY moving seems overwhelming, consider hiring a professional gym mover service. Benefits include:

Expert handling – Trained movers know how to disassemble and transport heavy equipment safely.

Insurance coverage – Protection against accidental damage.

Time-saving – Faster and more efficient than doing it yourself.

Final Thoughts

Moving gym equipment requires careful planning, proper tools, and safe lifting techniques. Whether you’re a home gym owner or managing a commercial facility, following these steps ensures a smooth and damage-free relocation. If the task feels too challenging, hiring a professional gym mover is a smart investment for a hassle-free experience.

By taking the right precautions, you can move your gym efficiently and get back to your workouts with minimal downtime.

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Sportswear Market Analysis by Product Type: Global Size, Segment Insights, Regional Trends, Key Players, Company Share, and Forecast 2025-2035

Global Sportswear Market Outlook 2024-2035

Market Overview

The global sportswear market was valued at USD 344.5 billion in 2024 and is projected to reach USD 755.5 billion by 2035, growing at a CAGR of 7.4% from 2025 to 2035. The industry encompasses apparel, footwear, and accessories designed for physical activities, fitness, and outdoor sports. Key product categories include athletic clothing, running shoes, activewear, and performance gear used by professional athletes and fitness enthusiasts alike.

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Market Drivers and Trends

Rising Health Consciousness Fuels Demand for Sportswear

With increasing awareness of health and fitness, consumers are prioritizing active lifestyles. Sportswear demand is directly linked to the rising number of individuals engaging in gym workouts, outdoor sports, and casual fitness activities. The athleisure trend has also gained traction, where sportswear is not only used for workouts but also as casual fashion.

The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services recommends 150–300 minutes of moderate-intensity aerobic activity or 75–150 minutes of vigorous-intensity activity per week, boosting demand for comfortable and functional activewear.

Innovative Fabrics Enhance Performance and Comfort

Technological advancements in moisture-wicking, breathable, and antimicrobial fabrics have revolutionized sportswear, enhancing comfort and durability. Consumers now seek high-performance, stylish, and versatile activewear, increasing demand for technologically advanced clothing.

According to the U.S. Department of Commerce, activewear is one of the fastest-growing apparel segments, driven by fabric innovation and performance-focused designs.

Athleisure and Sustainability Drive Market Growth

The growing preference for fashionable and functional sportswear has boosted the athleisure segment, making sportswear a wardrobe staple beyond the gym. Additionally, eco-conscious consumers are demanding sustainable sportswear, leading brands to adopt recycled materials, biodegradable fabrics, and ethical manufacturing practices.

Counterfeit Products Pose a Challenge

The proliferation of counterfeit sportswear threatens brand reputation and revenue. Fake products, often of inferior quality, mislead consumers and reduce trust in established brands. The Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD) states that counterfeit goods account for 3.3% of global trade, with the sportswear industry being one of the most affected sectors.

Opportunities in the Sportswear Market

Adaptive Sportswear for People with Disabilities

With over 1 billion people worldwide living with disabilities (World Health Organization, WHO), there is a rising demand for adaptive sportswear. Brands can tap into this underserved segment by designing functional, accessible, and stylish apparel that enhances comfort and mobility.

Sustainable Sportswear for Eco-Conscious Consumers

Over 45% of global consumers are willing to pay extra for sustainable products. The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) reports that 75% of textiles in the U.S. end up in landfills, highlighting the need for eco-friendly production processes. Companies investing in recyclable materials, biodegradable running shoes, and ethical manufacturing will gain a competitive advantage.

Segment Analysis

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By Product Type:

Apparel: Tops, bottoms, outerwear, and specialty wear like compression gear.

Footwear: Running shoes, sports-specific shoes, and casual athletic shoes.

Accessories: Gym bags, headwear, fitness trackers, and more.

Apparel leads the market due to the rising popularity of athleisure and performance-centric clothing.

By Consumer Type:

Fitness Enthusiasts: Individuals focused on gym workouts and professional training.

Athleisure Consumers: Consumers who blend sportswear into daily fashion.

Health-Conscious Individuals: Those prioritizing active lifestyles.

Athleisure Consumers dominate the market due to the increasing integration of activewear into everyday fashion.

Regional Analysis

North America: Largest Market for Sportswear

North America is the dominant region, driven by a strong fitness culture and athleisure adoption. The U.S. leads the market with a high demand for both performance and casual sportswear. The rise of e-commerce and digital retailing has further boosted accessibility and convenience for consumers.

Additionally, growing environmental consciousness has fueled demand for sustainable sportswear, prompting brands to adopt eco-friendly practices.

Asia-Pacific: Fastest-Growing Market

Asia-Pacific is witnessing rapid growth, led by increasing urbanization, rising disposable incomes, and a growing fitness culture. Countries such as China, India, and Japan are driving demand for both performance sportswear and athleisure.

The increasing influence of social media and fitness influencers has significantly contributed to the popularity of sportswear in daily fashion.

Competitive Landscape

The sportswear industry is highly competitive, with key players continuously innovating in technology, sustainability, and product diversification.

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Major Players:

Nike: Collaborated with Apple to integrate fitness tracking into products.

Adidas: Focused on sustainability with ocean plastic shoes.

Puma: Developing eco-friendly designs and partnering with top athletes and influencers.

Under Armour: Innovating in performance-enhancing apparel and footwear.

New entrants and niche brands are also gaining traction by targeting direct-to-consumer (DTC) markets, increasing competition in the industry.

Recent Developments

February 2024: Puma partnered with Bundesliga club RB Leipzig, securing sponsorship and equipment rights for all teams from the 2024/25 season.

June 2024: Stack Athletics launched its Summer 2024 pickleball collection, featuring innovative apparel designed to regulate body temperature and enhance agility on the court.

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Stay Hydrated Anywhere: The Best Stainless Steel Hydro Flask Water Bottles

Hydro flask water bottles are becoming extremely popular for keeping the water at the right temperature so that one can enjoy a sip of water and keep the body hydrated. During summers if one is travelling then it is important to keep the water at the right temperature for enjoying cool water to beat the summer heat. Also, similarly, during winter many people go jogging or travelling to keep the water warm and insulated bottles are just the right thing.

Stainless drink bottle are the best for storing water and soft drinks as they are manufactured from food-grade steel as well. The good quality bottles are both leak and spill-proof proof and hence even if one keeps the bottle in a bag then the things inside the bag will not get wet. BPA-free bottles are required for carrying consumable drinks for the health and safety of individuals.

Enjoying Water at the Right Temperature for Better Health and Hydration

Quality water bottles are good for keeping water warm or cool as the requirement may be for about 12 and 24 hours respectively. Insulated bottles of good quality are very important so that one’s health is not affected since food-grade bottles are safe for health. Also, one can keep themselves hydrated if one is travelling during the blazing summer season. Nowadays, people are quite selective about the colour of the products they buy and this is also applicable for bottles as well.

Nowadays, one can flaunt their style with the colour of their choosing when it comes to water bottles. Not just health benefits but also there are significant environmental benefits associated with using stainless-steel bottles. The amount of plastic waste is significantly reduced with the use of stainless-steel bottles and also these bottles last a longer time. People when using stainless-steel bottles are helping the environment by producing less plastic waste and hence reducing environmental pollution. While playing sports or enjoying a workout at the gym one must ensure that they remain hydrated and hence purchase gym-specific water bottles made from stainless steel.

People love to flaunt the look of their water bottles and hence understanding the needs of the customer the leading sellers offer the best-coloured bottles that most people will love with a royal look. Browse and purchase directly from the websites of the leading sellers and enjoy every sip of water.

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Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle Pack — Leakproof & Durable Stainless Steel by Speedex

Why Choose the Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle Pack by Speedex?

1. Premium Quality Stainless Steel for Maximum Durability

The Speedex Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle is constructed from high-grade stainless steel, making it resistant to rust, corrosion, and general wear and tear. Unlike plastic bottles that degrade over time, stainless steel ensures long-lasting performance while keeping your water fresh and clean.

2. 100% Leakproof Design — No Spills, No Mess

Nothing is more frustrating than a leaky water bottle ruining your bag or car seat. The Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle is designed with a precision-engineered leakproof cap, ensuring that not a single drop escapes, no matter how you store it. This makes it ideal for travelers, gym-goers, and outdoor enthusiasts.

3. Superior Temperature Retention with Double-Walled Insulation

Speedex’s double-walled insulation technology helps keep beverages cold for up to 24 hours and hot for up to 12 hours. Whether you need to keep your water ice-cold during a summer hike or enjoy a warm cup of tea in winter, this bottle delivers exceptional performance.

4. Eco-Friendly and BPA-Free — A Step Towards Sustainability

Single-use plastic bottles contribute significantly to environmental pollution. By choosing the Speedex Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle, you make a sustainable choice that reduces waste and protects the planet. Made from 100% BPA-free materials, it guarantees safe, toxin-free hydration.

5. Sleek and Stylish Design for Every Lifestyle

This water bottle isn’t just about functionality — it also looks great. With a modern, sleek design available in various colors, the Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle fits seamlessly into any lifestyle, whether you’re at the gym, in the office, or on an adventure.

Perfect for Every Occasion — Versatility at Its Best

For Sports and Fitness Enthusiasts

Whether you’re hitting the gym, running a marathon, or practicing yoga, staying hydrated is key to performance. The Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle provides ample capacity to ensure you have enough water throughout your workout.

For Outdoor Adventures

If you love hiking, camping, or road trips, this bottle is your perfect companion. Its sturdy build ensures it can withstand rough conditions, while the temperature retention feature keeps your drinks refreshing throughout the day.

For Office and Daily Use

Perfect for professionals, this bottle helps keep you hydrated throughout the workday. Its sleek design makes it a stylish addition to your desk, ensuring you meet your daily water intake goals effortlessly.

How to Maintain Your Speedex Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle

To ensure longevity and optimal performance, follow these simple care tips:

● Hand wash only: Avoid dishwashers to protect the insulation and stainless steel integrity.

● Use mild soap and warm water to clean the bottle after every use.

● Avoid carbonated drinks to prevent excessive pressure buildup inside the bottle.

● Store with the lid open to allow airflow and prevent odors from developing.

Customer Reviews — What People Are Saying

The Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle by Speedex has garnered rave reviews from customers worldwide. Users love its sturdy construction, stylish look, and incredible temperature retention. Many have reported that it outperforms other leading brands in terms of insulation and durability.

Where to Buy the Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle Pack by Speedex

This must-have water bottle is available on major e-commerce platforms, including Amazon, Walmart, and the official Speedex website. Be sure to purchase from authorized sellers to guarantee authenticity and enjoy manufacturer warranties.

The Ultimate Hydration Solution

If you’re looking for a reliable, leakproof, and stylish water bottle that keeps your drinks at the perfect temperature, the Hydrate 1000ml Water Bottle Pack by Speedex is the perfect choice. With its premium build, eco-friendly design, and versatile usability, this bottle is a must-have for anyone who values hydration and sustainability.

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Tips for Safely Transporting and Setting Up Gym Equipment Purchased at Auction

When purchasing gym equipment at an auction, whether for personal use or a business, safely transporting and setting up the equipment is crucial to ensure it functions properly and lasts longer. Improper handling during transport and setup can lead to damage, potential injury, and even void warranties. Here are some essential tips for safely transporting and setting up gym equipment purchased at auction.

Measure and Plan for Space

Before transporting any gym equipment, measure the space where it will be placed to ensure it fits properly. Consider the dimensions of each item and the layout of your gym or home gym area. This planning step will help prevent any last-minute surprises when it comes time to position the equipment. Ensure you have adequate space around the equipment for safety and ease of movement.

Disassemble Large Equipment

Larger gym machines, such as treadmills, ellipticals, or weight machines, may need to be disassembled for easier transport. If the equipment is not already disassembled at the auction, consider taking it apart yourself before moving it. This could involve removing handlebars, footrests, or other removable parts. Disassembling the equipment helps prevent damage and makes transportation more manageable. Be sure to keep track of all screws and small parts by placing them in labeled bags or containers.

Use the Right Transport Equipment

For safely moving heavy gym equipment, you’ll need the right tools. A hand truck or dolly is essential for moving large or bulky items. For very heavy machines like weight machines or commercial-grade cardio equipment, you may need a furniture dolly or a flatbed cart. It’s also helpful to use lifting straps to help distribute the weight and prevent injury. Ensure the equipment is secured during transport by using straps or ropes to avoid it shifting or falling over during the journey.

Take Safety Precautions

Gym equipment is often heavy, which makes it susceptible to causing injury if not handled carefully. When lifting or moving the equipment, always follow safe lifting techniques—bend your knees, use your legs for lifting, and avoid straining your back. If possible, enlist the help of at least one person to assist in moving large items. If you're not confident in your ability to move or transport the equipment safely, consider hiring professional movers who specialize in gym equipment.

Setting Up the Equipment

Once your equipment is safely at its destination, it's time to set it up. Start by reading the manufacturer’s instructions or any provided setup manual. Follow these guidelines carefully to ensure the equipment is assembled correctly and all parts are secured.

Regular Maintenance and Testing

After setting up, perform a thorough test of the equipment to ensure it functions correctly. For cardio machines, check all settings, buttons, and displays. For strength equipment, ensure all moving parts operate smoothly without any unusual noises or resistance. Test the equipment thoroughly before putting it into regular use.

By following these steps, you can safely transport and set up your gym equipment purchased at auction, ensuring both its functionality and longevity. Proper care during transportation and setup reduces the risk of damage and enhances the overall workout experience.