CBB Chapter 2.8

“Huh, really? I can go out?”

Woorak didn’t know what Bluetooth was, but at the mention of leaving the basement, he jumped up and hugged Heedo’s neck. Heedo hugged him back, whispering in his ear.

“If you go outside the range I set or try to forcefully remove the collar, you’ll get hit with an electric spell, so be careful.”

Electricity?

Hearing the word alone sent shivers down Woorak’s spine. His voice trembled.

“What do you mean? There’s no such thing, right? You’re just teasing me, aren’t you?”

“Want to try it?”

Heedo took a small remote control out of his pocket and placed his thumb on the button.

No way… Does pressing that remote button send electricity through the collar?

“Aaack! Don’t! I hate electricity! Don’t do it!”

Woorak thrashed around while still clinging to Heedo. Just the thought of being electrocuted made him feel like it was already happening. Struggling with all his might, he found an opening and smacked Heedo in the face. He also kicked his shin. 

When Heedo collapsed, Woorak straddled him and stomped on him with his foot. He felt a little better. He’d wanted to do this for so long. He put his hands on his hips, feeling a sense of relief he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Whew, are you okay, hyung?”

Heedo trembled slightly and avoided looking directly at him, glancing sideways instead. His eyes were full of suspicion. Woorak tilted his head with a perfectly innocent expression.

“Hyung, why did I suddenly do that? Just hearing the word ‘electricity’ made me so scared and terrified that I thought I was going crazy. Do I have some bad memories related to electricity?”

“No… not really…”

Heedo’s gaze shifted to the other side, and he turned his head away.

“Really?”

“Uh…”

His voice trailed off. 

Why? Does your conscience prick you because you’re lying so blatantly? I might have tried to understand if it was just once, but you shocked me twice with a stun gun, and now you’re putting an electric collar on me? Are you even human?

“But why am I wearing a dog collar again? Shouldn’t it be off now that it’s unlocked?”

“That’s… because Woorak is still a dog… I was unsure before, but seeing you now, you’re still a dog…”

Ah, shit! I should have held back.

Woorak quickly wiped away the look of frustration that was about to appear on his face and extended a hand to Heedo, who was still sitting on the floor. 

Let’s get out of this damn place first. 

Heedo hesitantly placed his hand on Woorak’s. Woorak intended to pull him up as if shaking hands, but he ended up helping him up as if he were a princess, holding his fingertips. Heedo’s large body slumped towards him, his head resting on Woorak’s shoulder. He seemed quite shaken from being hit after so long.

I should get him used to being hit little by little from now on.

Woorak supported Heedo, who could barely stand upright, by wrapping an arm around his waist and helping him up the stairs. His steps were slow due to the weight leaning on him. Stepping onto the last stair, Woorak looked back. His eyes slowly swept over the surroundings, taking everything in. The space, which now finally resembled a place where people lived, caught his attention for a moment before he turned his head away.

Goodbye, basement.

* * *

“Wow.”

Sunlight streamed in through the several windows lining the living room. Woorak let go of the hand he was using to support Heedo and dashed toward the windows. There was the sound of a heavy thud behind him as Heedo collapsed, but Woorak didn’t pay it any mind.

Pressing himself against the window, Woorak admired the colorful, vibrant garden outside. Though the garden in late autumn had faded a little, to Woorak, it was the most dazzling sight. It was a completely different world from the basement, which was mostly gray cement walls. 

I didn’t realize it back then. The world is fucking amazing.

Woorak leaned his forehead against the glass and stared outside the window for a long time. Meanwhile, Heedo, who had collapsed nearby, fidgeted for a while as if preparing to cry the moment Woorak turned to look at him. Eventually, after a long while, he gathered himself and stood up, seemingly unnoticed. He felt somewhat neglected.

He went behind Woorak and wrapped his arms around his waist. Still, Woorak didn’t take his eyes off the view outside. Even when Heedo brushed his lips against his ear and kissed his cheek, he got no reaction. Woorak seemed completely absorbed in the scenery outside. He gently grasped Woorak’s chin to turn his face towards him, but his eyes wouldn’t follow. 

How could he be distracted by something else while I’m here?

Pouting with disappointment, Heedo’s lips began to protrude more and more. He couldn’t leave it like this. Though his body still trembled from the lingering memory of being hit earlier, Heedo closed his eyes tight, mustering courage, and boldly pressed his lips against Woorak’s. 

With this much force, there’s no way he could ignore me.

Startled, Woorak’s lips parted in a gasp, and their tongues brushed against each other briefly. It was only a fleeting moment, but it sent a jolt through Heedo’s body, like an electric shock.

The sound of a millstone grinding? 

Though only Woorak’s eyes rolled toward him, there was a rough sound effect as if something was clattering. Finally, Woorak’s gaze landed on Heedo. His eyes were completely white. He saw Woorak’s hand slowly rising above his head. There was a loud smack as Heedo’s cheek turned and stung.

Woorak slapped him on the cheek repeatedly with mechanical precision. After several hits, just as Woorak was about to strike again, Heedo grabbed his wrist. No matter how Woorak tried to pull his arm free, Heedo held on tightly.

Not letting go? 

Woorak narrowed his eyes dangerously, and Heedo stammered with a frightened expression.

“D-Don’t hit me. Woorak, come to your senses, it’s me, your hyung. Woorak is six years old… s-six years old, r-right? I’ve been feeling a bit of a discrepancy since earlier. Ah, I guess you wouldn’t know what that word means.”

Ah, oops, I completely forgot about that.

This is really confusing me. 

But why wouldn’t I fucking know what “discrepancy” means? 

Is he looking down on me?

“No, I’m not looking down on you, it’s just… it’s a difficult word for a six-year-old…”

What a strange guy. 

He hadn’t said anything, yet he understood. Anyway, now that he was out of the basement, he wasn’t going to just take it anymore. He had to speak his mind. It wasn’t like Heedo would leave him and the house, so what’s he going to do about it?

“Hyung, tell me before you do things like that. I was so startled. I thought you were attacking me, so I hit you reflexively. I’m sensitive to that kind of thing, so please be careful.”

“Ah, sorry. Then…can I do it if I tell you first?”

Why is he acting like this all of a sudden?

 He’d done worse things before. Come to think of it, he hadn’t kissed him on the lips before, right? 

This guy has a strange sense of chastity.

“Then…can I…k-kiss you?”

As soon as Woorak casually nodded, Heedo lunged at him. He wrapped his arms around Woorak’s shoulders and waist, and then his tongue pushed its way into his mouth.

Ah, fuck, not the tongue.

A deeply inserted tongue pressed down on Woorak’s own, relentlessly grinding against it. Disgust welled up within him, making him gag and his tongue recoil. The hot, fleshy mass scooped up his retreating tongue and sucked hard, making the root of his tongue tingle.

“Ugh, mmmph.”

He pushed against Heedo’s chest, gasping for air, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, Heedo held him closer and he was pushed backward. He stumbled until he hit the sofa and collapsed onto it. Heedo climbed on top of him, their lips still sealed. He could feel Heedo’s panting breath against his mouth. A hand slipped inside his clothes, groping his chest.

Heedo pinched and rolled his nipple, sending shivers down his spine. Involuntarily, he bit down on the tongue inside his mouth. As if in punishment, his nipple was twisted painfully. The sharp pain made him clench his jaw, and the tongue withdrew. Heedo sat up and pulled up the hem of his pajamas, urging him to take it in his mouth. Then, latching onto his exposed chest, Heedo sucked on his nipple.

“Ah, stop, uhh, agh.”

He spat out the fabric and cried out, only to have two fingers shoved into his mouth. Heedo thrust them deep, almost to his throat, roughly pumping them in and out, bringing him close to vomiting. He grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but failed. 

Instead, he grabbed Heedo’s hair, which was buried against his chest. He tried to pull Heedo down, but he held on tight, biting down on his nipple, causing even more pain. He managed to bring up his pinned knees and kicked Heedo in the stomach. Heedo tumbled off, clutching his stomach and coughing violently. Gasping for air, Woorak wiped the saliva from his mouth.

“Huff, ack, why so rough?”

He could barely speak, his breath still ragged. Heedo, face flushed from the coughing fit, looked up and grinned.

“Ah, so Woorak doesn’t like it rough. Haa, alright. I’ll be gentle now.”

Though Heedo said the words sweetly enough, his eyes flashed with a manic glint. His aroused cock strained against his pants. With impatient hands, he yanked down his pants and underwear in one go and climbed back on top of Woorak, pinning his shoulders down with his elbows and pressing his knees against his thighs. 

Heedo’s weight was suffocating, making it impossible to move. Woorak glared at him, and Heedo responded with a chuckle, nipping at his cheek before sliding his hand down his back, grabbing his pants, and pulling them down. Heedo grasped his half-erect penis and Woorak’s together.

“Ugh, seriously.”

Heedo’s slick hand stroked up and down his shaft. Because of the difference in length, the part of Heedo’s cock bobbed on its own. As if trying to compensate for the lack of full contact with speed, Heedo’s hand moved faster and faster.

“Ugh, mmmph.”

“Woorak, haa, make a sound.”

As Woorak opened his mouth to protest, fingers invaded his mouth again. He was about to bite down with all his might on the fingers that were jabbing at his tongue when something dropped from above. He recognized it instantly, even though he’d only seen it once. 

It was the remote control for shock collar. It dangled above Woorak’s face, the long cord suggesting it had been worn around Heedo’s neck like a necklace all this time. 

Heedo smiled and whispered.

“Woorak, make a sound. I want to hear it.”

Heedo shifted his body so the remote hovered just above Woorak’s lips. 

You bastard, is this a threat?

Lamenting his predicament, he opened his mouth.

“Woof, hawoof, sniff, haaaatchoo, huff, haaaooot!”

Startled, Heedo quickly clapped a hand over Woorak’s mouth.

“Woorak, stop it. That’s enough.”

Woorak nodded, and as soon as the hand was cautiously removed, he let out another boisterous moan.

“Hoooot, ta-ha, uuurgh, sniff.”

Heedo covered his hand over his mouth again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as if trying to erase what he’d just heard. He took a deep breath and then finally sat up. His cock was now completely flaccid. Heedo sat down on the floor, leaning back against the sofa with his face buried in his knees. His shoulders slumped. 

Ha, serves you right, asshole. 

Talking shit about someone else’s equipment malfunctioning, and you get soft just by this?

Woorak flaunted his still-erect penis. Leaning back against the sofa, he spread his legs wide and shook his hard cock. He made sure to exaggerate the sounds of his movements. 

Look at this, this is what a real man looks like.

Heedo raised his head, seemingly disbelieving his ears, and covered his gaping mouth with both hands.

See? 

Woorak felt a surge of pride at Heedo’s shocked expression. He lifted both feet onto the sofa and spread his legs even wider. 

You can’t do this, can you? 

Heedo’s entire body flushed crimson. His bent knees slowly straightened, and soon, a fist-sized glans emerged, rising like the sun.

…Huh?

He’s young, so I guess his recovery time is fast. How is he already… uh…

Letting out a choked gasp, Heedo lunged forward, pinning him down. He crashed his lips against Woorak’s, sealing his mouth shut, and hooked his arms around his thighs, pulling him up and grinding his crotch against him. Sandwiched between the sofa and Heedo, Woorak felt crushed, struggling to breathe.

“Hey, wait—”

Every time he turned his head to gasp for air, Heedo would immediately chase his lips and cover his mouth again. Heedo rubbed his crotch against him so hard that his cock felt like it was on fire. 

Every time Heedo’s errant cock nudged and poked, Woorak’s body jolted as if struck by lightning. Terrified that Heedo would thrust into him at any moment, he desperately tried to lower his raised hips. Just then, the rapidly grinding penis slipped downwards and pushed its way into his hole.

“Uuuggghhh!”

Woorak screamed, his voice muffled, and thrashed, but Heedo wouldn’t budge. Instead, Heedo tightened his grip, pinning his upper body, and thrust his hips forward. Woorak managed to wriggle his trapped hand free and reached back towards his buttocks. He grabbed Heedo’s shallowly embedded cock and yanked it out. He felt a spurt hit against his opening. Gritting his teeth, Woorak kicked Heedo away.

Woorak stood up, his hand trembling as he brought it to his buttocks. Sticky semen coated his fingers. It dripped down his thighs. The stinging sensation at his entrance confirmed that this wasn’t a dream.

Snapping out of it the moment he was kicked away, Heedo raised his arms to cover his head, curling up into a ball trying to minimize any incoming damage. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable violence. After several false alarms triggered by the ticking of the clock, he cautiously opened one eye. It seemed like an eternity. He should have been hit by now, but nothing happened.

Woorak stood there, his face blank with shock. His body swayed precariously. As his eyes met Heedo’s, he seemed to come to his senses. He lowered his hand, which had been hovering in the air, and reached back to touch between his buttocks again. He grimaced, then brought his hand forward, opened his fingers before his eyes, and collapsed.

“Woorak! No! Open your eyes. Please look at me. Woorak, open your eyes!”

Heedo clutched Woorak’s bloodstained hand and cried out.