Chan's been with the Theerapanyakul family family for 24 years now. He's seen Korn through ups and downs in this business. Watched him ride the backs of his enemies, and watched him fall to lowly depths after certain failure.
He's been through it all. To the point that he's become something of a fixture in the business. And being that he has to interact with newbies, cooks, clerks, cleaners, bodyguards... Chan has grown used to being perceived a certain way by everyone. Especially the new recruits.
A perception that isn't helped by that damned website.
It's Chan topping. It's Chan making his coworkers kneel. It's Chan wrapping other people's legs around his waist. It's Chan and his secret stash of whips.
As if being a dom/top is the only way to have fun. For the life of him, Chan can't seem to understand the obsession with making him do all the work.
If the site was more aware, if only the site knew the truth, it would be so much more delicious to read about what Chan really wanted. About the things Chan would gladly let anyone do to him, if he were ever given the chance.
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The Mansion of Men
FanfictionThe mafia men need a place to blow off steam. And it's not the kind of place you might imagine. It's not a bar. It's not a brothel. It's not a gym. It's a website where they get to read anonymous fanfics about their co workers and bosses fucking ea...
