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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.

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❗ 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

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 sedan 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!"

[heavyteddy25]

Bad batch pt1

TURBO ENERGY!! The greatest new energy drink on the market! Zero sugar, zero caffeine, and great taste thanks to our super secret formula! Now in over 10 delicious flavors!!!!!!

Factory worker 1: alright newbie your stations right over here.

The worker was giving the new employee a tour of turbo energy factory and showing him his post. He would be in charge of dispensing the secret formula into batches of energy drink, before they’re separated into their individual flavors and carbonated.

Worker 1: here’s how it works you press this button here and hold it till the first beep and not a second longer. None of us know what’s in this stuff but they say if too much goes in, it has… side effects.

The newbie was distracted by all the machines and giant tubs of energy drink there’s piping and tubing going everywhere even the machine he’s in charge of was big and shiny and new

Newbie: how does this stuff work? It’s an energy drink but there’s no caffeine? That doesn’t make any sense.

Worker 1: I don’t know what’s in it but apparently it’s simple science. Our bodies get their energy from calories that we end up burning, this formula is supposed to create a steady flow of calories in our bodies for it to continuously burn and give our bodies energy. But not too much that our bodies store it as excess fat or whatever.

Newbie: that’s wild it sounds like something from a movie.

Worker 1: yeah yeah get to work I’ll check up on you in a bit.

The manager left the newbie to himself and started working. he waited for the batch of drink to roll up he pressed the button like his boss said and held it then the machine beeped. And beeped again, and again, and again, the newbie wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to hold it. He let the button go and took a peek at the tub of unflavored drink it looked fine, so he let it roll away as he went to ask his boss for confirmation.

The tub of unflavored drink rolled thru the factory onto its next destination the flavoring department. The tub of drink was funneled into 4 smaller tubs and off they went to finish their manufacturing journey.

1 week later

Johnny was getting ready for the gym and waiting for his partner Ethan to get home. He slipped on his baggy tank top and basketball shorts and went to check himself in the mirror. He looked at himself and smiled even with his baggy workout outfit he could see his thick muscular build, shoulders almost as wide as a doorframe, arms that could beat a grizzly in arm wrestling, a thick powerful chest that puffed up the straps of his tank top. His trim waist hidden under the top but he knew what was under there, not abs but a smooth stomach and a V line heading right to what his partner considers his favorite work out tool.

Tree trunk thighs with an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. While he was distracted admiring himself Ethan arrived home.

Ethan: I’m home! (He unloaded groceries onto the counter and walked to the bedroom) oooo look who’s ready for the gym?you look so good I might actually join you this time.

Ethan was not the type to go to the gym although he wasn’t fat he was nowhere near the physique of his partner. He honestly wasn’t sure what Johnny saw in him, he could have anyone he’s just grateful he chose him.

Johnny: haha very funny. We both know you’d rather make dinner and play video games than workout with me.

Ethan scoffed pretending to look offended.

Ethan: that’s not true there is one workout I love doing with you.

Johnny grinned knowing exactly what he meant Ethan’s sex drive was crazy and he loved it. And Johnny was glad Ethan never picked up any of Johnnys gym habits, he hasn’t been sure how to tell Ethan this but he likes a “softer figure�� and wouldn’t mind Ethan putting on some weight. Johnny grabbed Ethan and pulled him into his thick fuzzy chest and held him with his big strong arms. He kissed Ethan passionately and went to grab his bag.

Johnny: I’m heading out I’ll see you in an hour.

Johnny headed to the front door and passed by the kitchen when he noticed two cans of a drink he recognized immediately.

Johnny: you got the turbo drinks!?!? I’ve been wanting to try these so badly!!

Ethan: Yupp I sure did! And they even had your favorite flavor!

Johnny grabbed the can it read “blueberry flavor” it also had a warning label “might cause temporary bloating”. which he wasn’t afraid of, even premium pre workouts caused bloating. Ethan had grabbed the “classic” flavor, they opened them up clinked their cans and downed them together.

Ethan: these are pretty good but a little too carbonated for my liking.

Johnny: it was delicious I love blueberry stuff and this did not disappoint. Although it does have an odd after taste.

Ethan: I didn’t get any aftertaste. Maybe because it’s artificial flavoring. Well have a great workout but don’t burn too much energy hehe.

Ethan winked at his hunky boyfriend and off Johnny went to the gym while Ethan played video games. Johnnys workout was amazing he pumped iron till he could swear he saw his muscle swelling up. Half way thru the workout he took a look at his figure in the mirror, his hunk body all glistening with sweat. His muscles swollen from his pumping and his belly sticking out under his tank top he picked up his shirt and saw his belly rounded out. The can did say to expect temporary bloating I guess I wasn’t the exception Johnny thought to himself. And almost like a switch was flipped inside Johnny, he was suddenly incredibly horny. He had half a mind to leave the gym early and head home to his cutie of a boyfriend, who would love to put this energy to good use. But Johnny just used his urges as motivation to finish his workout as usual and speed right home. Johnny arrived home to the apartment and basically broke the door down he was so ready to see Ethan. He walked inside panting and he turned to see his sexy boyfriend gaming shirtless on the couch which was driving Johnny crazy.

Johnny: babe. Bedroom. Now.

Ethan: woah babe you definitely don’t need to tell me twice but what has you so excited tonight huh?

Ethan got up from the couch smirking at his sweaty hot boyfriend, he was ready for whatever Johnny wanted. But something felt off, he looked at Johnny and noticed the bulge in his crotch thick and long. But then noticed another bulge under Johnnys shirt.

Ethan: I see you were victim to the drinks bloating huh? Me too good thing it’s supposed to be temporary

Johnny forgot all about out how the drink made him bloated, but he looked down at Ethan’s belly and realized his belly was rounding out too but it didn’t look right. It wasn’t just his belly his whole body somehow looked… softer. And Jonny loved it. Johnny practically grabbed and carried Ethan to the bedroom and threw him on the bed. Ethan was so turned on by how forceful his partner was being tonight it made him feel all hot and bothered, but for some reason that heat centered in his belly. He was unable to focus on the strange feeling in his belly as he watched Johnny strip in front of him. Johnny practically tearing his sweat soaked clothes off his swole body as he looked at Ethan laying there already naked on the bed. Something was off he could swear Ethan was looking different, cuter somehow and then he saw it. Ethan’s belly was bigger even than when they were in the living room. Was Ethan gaining weight? Right in front of him? Why? How? And why did it make Johnny that much hornier! Johnny got into the bed his hard on swinging side to side as he did so. He grabbed and flipped Ethan over and just like his belly Ethan’s butt was bigger too, fuller and juicier. He grabbed onto his man’s ass and spread him. Ethan now on all fours felt Johnny grab onto his ass ready for what was coming but something felt off it felt like there was more for Johnny to grab than he remembered. But before he could focus on the feeling it happened, Johnny entered him with little resistance he forgets every-time how big Johnny is. He could feel Johnny reaching inside him almost into his belly, and the thrusting began. Johnny pulled and thrusted into Ethan over and over again both of them panting and moaning. Johnny felt his body crashing into Ethan’s soft ass, with every thrust watching the impacts go through Ethan in waves. Then Johnny noticed the waves being more distinct as if there’s more of Ethan then before and that’s because there was. Johnny thrusted and thrusted into Ethan as he watched Ethan grow from behind. Ethan’s love handles started to blossom, his arms were getting thicker but not with muscle. His thighs were starting to take up more space as they started spreading apart, then they stopped. Johnny almost felt disappointed to see the growth paused but through all of Johnnys pants and moans and Ethan’s gasps of pleasure, Johnny could hear a groan coming from inside Ethan. And then Johnny could see it something bulging out from Ethan’s sides starting to consume his love handles, Ethan’s belly was becoming big and round pulling on the weight Ethan had gained moments ago. Johnny could see it pulling down on Ethan’s side rolls and smoothing them out even, watching as a crease started forming just atop Ethan’s love handles and meeting in the middle of Ethan’s back. Johnny stopped thrusting and leaned over Ethan’s back to grab the sides of this giant gut from behind.

Ethan wasn’t sure what was happening to him. He was having the hottest time with Johnny when all of a sudden he felt his body beginning to jiggle more and more, and he was feeling so heavy he realized he could feel his chest starting to sway as Johnny was thrusting into him. His moans and gasps were just as much from concern as they were from pleasure. Soon he felt the same thing from his belly swaying back and forth bouncing into his own crotch is they grew bigger. The growing didn’t stop he belly kept bulging outward as it descended towards the bed taking up more space and getting heavier. Then he felt Johnny stop thrusting and suddenly he laid on top of Ethan’s wide back and grabbed onto Ethan’s now gargantuan belly’s sides. Just when he felt like he couldn’t keep himself up anymore his belly hit the bed, but it didn’t stop he could feel his weight adding up and being held up not by his arms anymore but his belly. It started spreading out to the sides and pushing Ethan higher in the air. Ethan began to panic and Johnny could tell, he got off Ethan’s back and tried to roll Ethan over and sit him up. But only the rolling over happened on account of the brand new weight. With Ethan now on his back he was much more aware of his new size his soft chest starting to get pushed up to his chin as his belly kept growing up and out in all directions.

Ethan: what’s happening to me!? Babe please help it won’t stop!

Ethan pleaded with his strong and sweaty boyfriend but Johnny could only stare at his formerly thin partner now a giant rotund blob. And he was the hottest thing Johnny had ever seen.

Ethan: babe please something’s wrong I feel like I’m going to explode.

Ethans body up until this point was filling with soft fat but something changed it’s as if his body simply couldn’t accommodate all the extra weight and his belly started smoothing out. He’s belly swelling and swallowing his limbs his chest combining with his belly becoming one big dome with hands and feet and Ethan’s face no longer being able to see anything other than belly. Johnny knew Ethan didn’t have much time so he took advantage, unable to get to Ethan’s ass anymore he climbed up to the only other hole besides Ethan’s mouth, his belly button. When he reached the top he could see Ethan’s face and he began to explain.

Johnny: babe I don’t know what’s going on but I’m so horny, I need to finish and you are so hot like this!

Ethan didn’t understand what does he mean he thinks he was hot like this he was a blob fixing to blow and the pressure was building. Johnny inserted himself into Ethan’s belly button with “pop” sound, both Ethan and Johnny gasped in absolute pleasure. Johnny began to thrust again only this time bouncing on Ethan’s mattress of a belly he couldn’t even see their bed anymore from on top of Ethan a groan and gurgle could be heard from inside Ethan and Johnny hurried. Ethan was growing and growing, he could feel his skin tighten as Johnny bounced and bounced into him. but god it felt so good, so tight. He could feel himself stretching his skin began to creak and turn pink. Ethan began panting and groaning in unison with Johnnys thrusting he was going to blow any second. He was reaching his limit it was coming and coming. Ethan began to yell when he felt his limit was hit and so did Johnny as he erupted into Ethan’s belly button. Having the biggest orgasm of his life he laid there soaking in the pure ecstasy he endured. And the he could hear more panting below him and he realized he was still laying on top of Ethan, he slid down Ethan’s smooth pink dome of a belly. And came around to where his face was.

Johnny: babe I need to tell you a secret I don’t know what did this but I’ve always wanted you bigger.

Ethan laid there completely immobile looking up at his gorgeous man having also finished somewhere under his igloo sized belly.

Ethan: I think I noticed…

[noraflwower4you]

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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

[misplacedmidlanders]

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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One of the most important features of a reliable bag is its ability to keep your gear organized. Having a bag with multiple compartments for different items can save you time and frustration, especially when you’re rushing between workouts or events. For instance, a well-designed athletic bag can have separate spaces for shoes, clothing, water bottles, toiletries, and accessories, ensuring everything has its designated place. This prevents your items from getting mixed up, making it easier to find what you need when you need it. A athletic bag with specific compartments for dirty clothes or shoes can also help maintain cleanliness and order. 

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Investing in a high-quality bag ensures that it will last for a long time, even with daily or frequent use. Athletic bags made from durable materials like high-density nylon, polyester, or waterproof fabrics are built to withstand wear and tear. Whether you’re carrying heavy equipment, gym clothes, or personal items, a sturdy bag can support the load without breaking or tearing. Cheap bags, on the other hand, often don’t last as long and can quickly wear out or lose functionality. Zippers might break, seams could tear, and handles may wear down, resulting in an inconvenient or frustrating experience. 

Comfort and Ease of Use

A functional athletic bag is not just about how well it holds your belongings but also how comfortable it is to carry. Many high-quality athletic bags from Formative Sports, one of the leading Sports Bags Manufacturers in Australia, come with adjustable padded straps or handles, making them easy to carry over long distances or during extended periods. This ensures that your bag remains comfortable, even when it is filled with heavy equipment or gear. Some bags are designed as backpacks, while others have shoulder straps or duffel-style handles. The key is to choose a bag that offers comfort for your specific needs, whether you’re carrying it to the gym or traveling for a sports event. 

Water-Resistant and Weather Protection

Athletes often have to deal with various weather conditions, especially when traveling or working out outdoors. A bag made from water-resistant or waterproof material can help protect your gear from rain, snow, or other environmental elements. Whether you're carrying electronics, extra clothing, or gym accessories, keeping your belongings safe from water damage is essential. Additionally, certain athletic bags are designed with vented compartments that prevent moisture buildup. For example, if you store damp workout clothes or shoes in your bag, proper ventilation helps to prevent unpleasant odors and the growth of bacteria. 

Increased Efficiency During Workouts and Travel

Having a reliable bag can also increase your efficiency, especially if you lead a busy lifestyle. Whether you're going to the gym after work, heading to practice, or traveling for a competition, a well-organized and functional bag can save you time. You won’t need to waste valuable minutes searching for your gear or worrying about damaged items. With easy access to your essentials, you can focus on your workout or performance, not on dealing with disorganized equipment. Moreover, for athletes who travel frequently for competitions or events, a spacious and well-designed athletic bag from Sports Bags Manufacturers in UK can streamline your packing. 

Investing in a reliable and functional bag is essential for athletes of all levels. From providing organization and comfort to ensuring durability and protection for your gear, the right bag can significantly enhance your experience. Whether you’re training for a marathon, heading to the gym, or traveling for a sports event, a high-quality bag ensures that you’re always prepared and efficient.

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Men's Duffle Bags: A Timeless Classic

Duffle bags have been a staple in menswear for generations. Their versatility, durability, and spacious design make them ideal for travel, gym workouts, or everyday use. Whether you're a seasoned traveler or simply looking for a stylish and practical bag, a men's duffle bag is a must-have.  

Types of Men's Duffle Bags

Leather Duffle Bags: These bags exude elegance and sophistication. Made from high-quality leather, they offer a timeless appeal and are often considered a luxury item. Leather duffle bags are perfect for formal occasions or business trips.  

Canvas Duffle Bags: Durable and versatile, canvas duffle bags are a popular choice for casual use. They come in various colors and patterns and are often waterproof or water-resistant.  

Weekend Duffle Bags: Designed for short trips or overnight stays, weekend duffle bags are compact and lightweight. They typically feature multiple compartments and pockets for organization.  

Gym Duffle Bags: Gym duffle bags are built to withstand the rigors of workouts. They often have separate compartments for wet or dirty clothes and may include features like shoe pockets or ventilation.  

Key Features to Consider

Size: Choose a duffle bag that is the right size for your needs. Consider the amount of luggage you typically carry and the activities you'll be doing.

Material: The material of the bag will affect its durability and weight. Leather is a classic choice, while canvas is a versatile and durable option.  

Compartments and Pockets: Look for a bag with multiple compartments and pockets to keep your belongings organized. Some bags may have separate compartments for shoes or laptops.  

Handles and Straps: Ensure the handles and straps are comfortable and sturdy. Adjustable straps can make it easier to carry the bag on your shoulder or back.

Style: Consider your personal style and the occasions you'll be using the bag for. A leather duffle bag may be more suitable for formal events, while a canvas duffle bag is more versatile for everyday use.

Caring for Your Duffle Bag

Regular Cleaning: Clean your duffle bag regularly to remove dirt and stains. Follow the care instructions provided by the manufacturer.

Protect from Moisture: Avoid exposing your duffle bag to excessive moisture. If it gets wet, allow it to air dry completely.

Store Properly: When storing your duffle bag for mens extended periods, store it in a cool, dry place. Avoid storing it in direct sunlight or near heat sources.

Conclusion

A men's duffle bag is a versatile and timeless accessory that can be used for a variety of purposes. Whether you're traveling, going to the gym, or simply carrying everyday essentials, a duffle bag offers a practical and stylish solution. By considering factors like size, material, compartments, and style, you can find the perfect duffle bag to suit your need

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