Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 6

DHANUSH'S POV

"Did you find anything regarding that moron?" I inquired Ayaan, who was also a sub inspector in the police.

"No sir. The team is trying hard but he seems to have changed his name and maybe even his face through plastic surgery." Ayaan replied.

"Do whatever you can but I want his location within 3 days."

"Sir, I think he isn't in India altogetherly. Maybe he has fled the country to some foreign distant land because of which, even after a search for 2 weeks, he is still untraceable." He explained.

"How come he was able to leave the country when I had my men keeping a close watch on him?" I asked with a clenched jaw, barely controlling my anger.

"As I said sir, maybe plastic surgery is the reason." Ayaan drawled as he sensed my rising temper.

"Hmm.... Search every nook and corner of the freaking world! Especially the airport check points, sea ports and even tolls on the road." I ordered.

"Yes sir." Came a curt reply before he left.

Ayaan had been with me since 5 years now. He was really a very good guy as far as digging information was concerned.

Then, I turned to my temporary guest in the basement of my penthouse.

"So, James.... how's life? Did any blasts since the one you did in the hotel that day?" I asked the man in his mid-50s who was in chains, almost dead because of the gruesome beating he had suffered

because of my men.

That son of a bitch was responsible for destroying my childhood. I was never able to have a normal upbringing.

"Dhanush..." he whispered. ".... it has been years now, please leave me. I have stopped doing such projects. Please let me go..." he pleaded.

A dark smile appeared on my face. "You give me the location of Randhir and you are free."

"I dont know where master is... He never contacted me after that- AAAAAHHHH!!" he cried with agony as I peeled off his skin from his thigh.

"LOCATION JAMES!" I roared.

"Please leave me... I have small children to feed, my wife is pregnant with a child. I need to go bac- NOOOOOO!" his white lies got interrupted again when I pulled off the nail of his thumb.

As if I was going to buy that shit of taking care of his wife and let him go. Anyway, he was going to make her abort her child and fuck her nothing more than a bloody sex toy!

"You give me lies.... I give you pain... a lot of pain" I said with a malicious smirk.

"O-okay, o-okay.... please... I shall tell you." He said frantically.

"It's Melbourne." The name came after a pause.

"What the fuck is he doing there?!" © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"He owns a construction firm there.He's connected to the rest of the business associates too from there... because of Raghu, who sees the other sectors and gives him a detailed report every week."

"Raghu Mathur, as in the CEO of their corporation?"

"Yes! Now please let me go... I dont know anything more." He rambled.

"CONFIRM THE INFORMATION!" I commanded Ravi, who had been witnessing everything from afar.

"Yes Dhanush, but it shall take an hour."

"Just do it!"

"Okay."

"So...till then we can have some fun, can't we?" I drawled keeping my piercing stare on him. I signalled my men who in a second, came marching. They freed James. I approached him with a predatory gaze.

The bastard had his eyes on me all the time, trembled with fear as I forced him to stand up.

"TEAR OFF HIS CLOTHES. MAKE HIM STAND NAKED IN FRONT OF ME!" I bellowed. As a response, four bulky men pushed him backwards, and started ripping off his last shreads of cloth on him.

"No.. please no... don't do this with me!" He was sobbing now. Ignoring his pleas, I dragged him to a tub of salt present across the room. I pushed him into the tub.

"AAAHHHHH! NO.. PLEASE DHANUSH!" He started shouting, his screams were giving me mental bliss.

I closed my eyes, and a small smile appeared on my face as I continued to feel the helplessness in the yelling of the bastard.

"Bring the mice and put them all in the tub." I said with a smirk.

The already jumping motherfucker was now desparate to move out but when he tried to get up, I grabbed his neck and fixed it on the salt. The salt had already turned red because of the blood oozing out of his scratches, wounds, cuts and purple bruises.

As the mice were put into the tub, I withdrew my hand.The rodents made their way to the flesh of James, and started nibbling his skin.

Some of the mice began gnawing the flesh of his fresh wound on the thigh while some began targeting his small cock down in the south.

"No... Dhanush please... AAAHHH! NO... NOT THERE!" He yelled.

The salt on the fresh cut wounds burned like anything. As he twisted and tossed on the salt, all his scars, cuts came in contact with the miraculous white powder! And the degree of his shrieks amplified.

Soon, Ravi came walking briskly. "CONFIRMED SIR!" he shouted from afar." Well... he doesn't like these sadist psychopathic ways of mine.

"STOP!" I commanded in a cold tone.

"You are free now James..." the fucker began to laugh gladly. "Thank you... thank you so mu-" the dog didn't get the chance of finishing his sentence as the firing of 6 bullets boomed.

The laughter siezed and there with the mice, splattered blood everywhere lied the lifeless body of James. The squeaking of the mice increased as the continued their merciless biting.

"Clear the mess." I stated and went out of the basement.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Shiv.

"Hey man, how far did you come?" He enquired.

"Still in the penthouse. Coming now."

"Make it fast Dhanush... we are already here in the Den. Well, some girl here is up to stripping her clothes off. The crowd is cheering while the poor bartender is trying to stop her!" He sounded amused.

Ummm.... What?

"Alright. Do something about it. Call the security or something. I'm reaching."

"Hmm" and then I cut the phone.

I changed my bloodied shirt with another denim shirt and got some black trousers.

Then after setting up my hair, I made

my way to my Limo. It was my favourite out of the other 15 cars I owned.

Then, I made my way to "The Devil's Den", the night club jointly owned by me, Shiv, Abhi and Rudra. We had 3 such night clubs across the country. Even 7 stars would be less for its rating. It was posh, lit with all the modern amenities, a classy pub and impressive interiors. It was four floored club with the bar and the dance floor on the ground floor.

"The Den, it is!" I instructed the driver and we rode off to the club.