CBB Chapter 1.10

“You’re not going back on your word, right?”

Heedo nodded, his fingers tangled in Woorak’s hair. The position was starting to make him feel weird, but Heedo urgently rocked his hips, rubbing his penis against Woorak’s palm. His palm was quickly coated in sticky fluid. Woorak stared at it with disgust for a moment, then, as if making up his mind, grabbed the penis and started stroking it. 

‘Yeah, my hand that’s already ruined.’

It was already slick, so it was easy to move. Having done it once, it felt less disgusting than before. 

I just had to think of it as a job. Or is that even weirder? 

The more he thought, the more disturbed he felt, so he emptied his mind and focused on the penis. It was fucking huge. He had to squeeze his hand tight for his thumb and middle finger to meet, the thickness almost as big as his ankle. And it was so long that the angle of movement was too wide, making his arm ache. Trying to get him to cum quickly, he squeezed and rubbed like he was milking a cow. 

Heedo gasped as if he was about to pass out.

“Ha, ugh, hyung… Ahhh, hyuuung….”

Oh, fuck. 

The low moans deflated his enthusiasm.

‘Do I really have to do this for a pair of underwear?’

As Woorak tried to pull his hand away, his wrist was seized in a firm grip. Tears fell from Heedo’s bloodshot eyes as he glared at Woorak. Woorak stared back, aghast at how Heedo was panting with resentment and frustration. 

Heedo took a deep breath, let it out, and said in a strained voice,

“…I’ll give you a shirt, too.”

“You little bastard, I’m going to make you pay for this.”

Woorak started pumping his hand rhythmically, adding variations of movements in pressure, stroking long and slowly along the length of it, and gently circling the glans.

“Ugh, haa… ”

Heedo was groaning and unable to stand up straight, so Woorak, thinking ‘fuck you,’ spat on his other hand with saliva and cupped Heedo’s balls. The soft flesh nestled perfectly in his palm. Perhaps because Heedo was young, the skin down there was nice, too. Woorak then noticed a mole on his stretched scrotum. 

There’s even a mole there? 

He leaned closer to get a better look. It was the first time he’d looked at someone else’s down there so closely. When his nose was about to touch it, he felt embarrassed for staring so intently and lifted his head, only to have his nape suddenly sucked. Startled, he saw that Heedo was now sucking his earlobe.

“You dirty little shit…!”

Woorak roughly pulled his face away. 

Heedo’s eyes were glazed over, and he was drooling, looking like he didn’t process anything he just said.

Woorak wanted to get him to cum quickly, so he adjusted his position, but then he saw the apron between his legs ride up. 

Why is this…? 

Is this damn dick crazy?

He glanced at Heedo, who thankfully didn’t seem to be in any state to notice anything. Pressing his own crotch with one hand, he quickly pumped Heedo’s penis. In his haste, he jabbed his thumb into the urethral opening. Heedo groaned low in his throat, like a cat being scratched, then suddenly pulled his penis out and smacked Woorak’s face with it. 

Slap!

Woorak froze for a moment. He was so stunned that he couldn’t immediately grasp what had just happened. 

Did I just get hit with a dick?

“You son of a bitch, you—”

The penis was thrust into his open mouth before he could finish cursing. The sudden intrusion all the way to his throat made him choke.

“Ugh, mph, ugh.”

Woorak bared his teeth, trying to bite down on the dick that felt like it had reached his esophagus. At that moment, a hand reached his chest and twisted his nipple hard. Heedo roughly thrust his hips as Woorak cried out. It felt like his throat was being rammed with a club. 

Tears streamed down his face from the pain and suffocation. As he struggled, kicking his legs, his hair was yanked back. Forced into a humiliating position with his head thrust forward, he had to awkwardly suck on the penis. Just when he felt like his eyes were rolling back from lack of air, the thing that had been crushing his throat erupted with semen.

Heedo pressed on Woorak’s jaw to keep his mouth open and slowly pumped his penis in and out of his throat, emptying every last drop of semen. Then, he slowly pulled it out.

“Ugh, blech…”

Woorak collapsed on the floor, retching as if he was going to vomit his insides out. Drooling, he arched and relaxed his back repeatedly, like someone possessed. 

Heedo was beside himself with anxiety. He’d come to his senses, but he was too afraid to approach Woorak. 

Woorak, who had been groaning and gasping for breath, finally pushed himself up on his elbows and slammed his head against the floor.

“Hy, Hyung.”

As Heedo approached, Woorak sharply raised his head. He glared at him with wide, bloodshot eyes, then yelled and threw a punch.

“You son of a bitch! You fucking crazy bastard! You’re asking to die, you goddamn motherfucker!”

Woorak climbed on top of Heedo’s fallen body and pummeled his face with both fists. Each punch landed with a sickening thud, spraying blood. Woorak wiped the blood from his fists on Heedo’s clothes, then grabbed his hair, yanked it up, and slammed his head back down on the floor.

“Where did you learn to do such filthy things, you fucking bastard? You perverted asshole, you watched porn, didn’t you? You piece of trash watched trashy stuff and copied the trashy shit. You piece of trash!”

“H-Hyung, I, I’m sorry. I didn’t watch porn. I’m too scared to watch that stuff, I’ve never watched it. Really. Uggh, hyung, I’m sorry.”

Heedo rubbed his blood-covered face with his palms.

“You didn’t watch it? This bastard’s even more dangerous. Must’ve been born a fucking asshole.”

Woorak opened and closed his fist, numb from the beating. He tapped Heedo’s cheeks a few times, then slapped him hard across the face. A sharp tearing sound came from his blood-soaked cheek. Woorak kept slapping until his hand went numb. He gritted his teeth and opened Heedo’s closed eyelids, which were clenched shut. The eyes he met darted around nervously. 

So he’s still conscious.

“You little shit, I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.”

Woorak climbed on top of Heedo’s face, spread his legs, and knelt. 

The fucking apron made it look weird, so he ripped it off and threw it aside. He could see Heedo beneath him, rolling his eyes and gulping. 

Yeah, you bastard, are you scared now? 

Maybe it was the excitement from the beating, but his penis had hardened enough to shove into Heedo’s mouth. He was about to pry open Heedo’s closed lips and force it in when the mouth opened on its own, and his penis slid right in. It went in deeper than he expected, and as he tried to pull it out, Heedo’s mouth tightened around it, the mucous membranes clinging to his penis without a gap.

“Ugh.”

Whether it was from the fever induced by the beating or something else, Heedo’s mouth was incredibly hot. As Heedo started sucking gently, Woorak’s back involuntarily arched, and he had to brace himself on the floor with his hands.

‘Fuck, this isn’t right. Is it because it’s been so long?’

As Woorak writhed, trying to endure the sensations, Heedo began to move his head on his own. Every time Heedo tightened and loosened his mouth, a moan escaped Woorak’s lips.

‘I could do this better… .’

The position was hindering his movements. Heedo grabbed Woorak’s hips and pulled him down. Woorak collapsed, his lower body pressing close, pubic hair brushing against Heedo’s nose. Heedo breathed heavily through his bloody nose, sucking hard on Woorak’s penis which was in his mouth.

“Hey, wait, you stay still for a second.”

Woorak pushed himself up with his arms and pulled out his penis. It had been sucked on and stretched for so long that there was almost a ppop sound as it came out. 

This doesn’t feel right… 

Heedo’s face was covered in blood, so his expression wasn’t easy to read, but he’d been excessively enthusiastic.

“Why are you so eager? Like you’re actually enjoying it.”

Heedo’s eyes wavered. His gaze dropped to the floor, then slowly moved to the side, before he opened his mouth with a trembling voice.

“…I was scared. Scared that you’d hit me again if I didn’t try hard enough.”

“Really…?”

Woorak slowly rubbed his face. 

Scared? So scared he deep-throated me and sucked me off?

“That’s enough. Stop.”

“Huh?”

“I said stop.”

“Huh? Why?”

Heedo’s eyes widened as if he’d heard something unbelievable. The drying wounds around his eyes split open again, blood staining his eyeballs. Now that his anger had subsided somewhat, Woorak wondered if he’d gone too far.

“Go get yourself cleaned up. I won’t hit you anymore.”

“Hyung, how can you just… How can your anger dissipate with just this? The underlying issue hasn’t been resolved. Just because you’re holding back doesn’t mean it’ll go away, does it? What if you get even angrier later? It hurts more if I’ll take a break and then I’ll get hit again. Can’t you punish me now? Please? Like you did before.”

Heedo, uncharacteristically pouring out his words, crawled on his knees towards Woorak and rubbed his face against his crotch. Then, holding Woorak’s still erect penis, he touched the tip with his tongue and looked upp pitifully.

“I said that’s enough. Isn’t your mouth all torn up? Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. I’ve been hit a lot, so I have a high tolerance for pain. Isn’t this hard for you, hyung? I’m so anxious I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep… What if you suddenly get angry later and want to hit me? To calm your anger, please let me… let me finish you off in my mouth like I did before. Please?”

‘Did I hit him too much?’

The way Heedo was acting, like he’d die if he didn’t suck him off right away, seemed like he was out of his mind.