If You Get Hard, You Lose
It was a remarkably simple bet: Dohyung would fuck Eunji, and Taehyun simply had to avoid getting aroused while watching. Hearing the terms, Taehyun sneered at Dohyung. I don't know who this bastard is, but there's no way in hell I'm losing a bet like that. As if I'd ever get turned on watching Eunji have sex with another man! Taehyun was absolutely certain of his victory. He was furious that Eunji was cheating on him, but he believed he loved her enough to overlook even this. He was convinced that the world would split in two before he ever got excited watching his beloved Eunji get taken by another man.
Dohyung, for his part, sneered right back. He was itching to shatter the pathetic fool's delusion that "love" would carry him to victory. The mere anticipation of the ecstasy he would feel watching Taehyun plunge into utter despair made him all the more determined to win.
"So that's the bet... But really, you still don't recognize me?" Dohyung lowered his voice, whispering softly to Taehyun.
"I don't give a shit who you are. Seeing you pull a stunt like this, you must have some kind of grudge against me. But don't think for a second that this pathetic little game is going to get you your revenge."
"What? My revenge won't happen? Pfft, hahaha!" Dohyung clutched his stomach, bursting into hysterical laughter.
"I hate to break it to you, but my revenge is happening in real-time. Even as you sit there, drawing breath."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you're going to end up in handcuffs, and then I'll kill you with my own hands. I don't care what it takes—I will personally tear you apart." Taehyun glared at Dohyung, his voice trembling with pure rage.
Seeing the murderous fury in Taehyun's eyes, Dohyung only chuckled mockingly.
"Sure, knock yourself out. But hey, you haven't forgotten that we still have to settle the details, have you?"
"Settle the details? What are you talking about?" Taehyun snapped.
"The bet, of course. We haven't finalized the stakes yet."
"What do you mean? We just did. Like you said, I watch you and Eunji have sex. If I get aroused even once out of five times, I lose. If I don't get hard a single time, you lose."
"Exactly. And if I lose, I let you go, and you can do whatever the hell you want with me."
Taehyun grew even more confused. "Then we're done. What else is there to settle?"
"You dumbass... My penalty for losing is set. But what happens when you lose?"
"When... I lose?" Taehyun hadn't even considered the possibility. He was so absolutely certain of his victory that the concept of losing hadn't crossed his mind. Confronted with Dohyung's question, he found himself momentarily speechless.
"Yeah, when you lose. You didn't think you could just walk away scot-free while I'm putting my life on the line, did you? That wouldn't be very fair, now would it?"
"...There was no need to think about it. Because I'm not going to lose!"
"That's what you think. But there are no guarantees in this world. So we need to set the terms for your defeat beforehand."
Taehyun fell into deep thought. He was positive he wouldn't lose, but what if—by some one-in-a-million fluke—he did? If he had to accept a penalty, what could it possibly be?
"...Do you want money?"
"Bwahahaha! Why do all of you bastards say the exact same thing? If I wanted money, do you really think I'd be doing all this!" Dohyung roared with laughter, mocking him mercilessly.
Taehyun's offer of money instantly reminded Dohyung of when he had first kidnapped Jia. Now, Jia couldn't even dream of defying him, but back then, her fierce, desperate resistance had been... incredibly annoying. Taehyun's current attitude overlapped perfectly with how Jia had acted back then.
"If I wanted money, I would've just kidnapped your wife and held her for ransom!"
"Ugh... I suppose that's true. Then what the hell do you want? Why are you playing these sick, absurd games!"
"That's not for me to explain... Just hurry up and decide. What's your penalty going to be when you lose the bet?"
Dohyung could have easily dictated the penalty himself, but he chose not to. He figured it would be far more entertaining to watch Taehyun struggle to come up with one. Indeed, Taehyun's mind was racing. Staring at the mysterious man, trying to fathom what he could possibly want, Taehyun remained silent for several seconds.
What does he want? He kidnaps me... and then he threatens to do those vile things to Eunji, my beloved Eunji, right in front of my eyes. What is his ultimate goal?
Taehyun managed to deduce that this was driven by a desire for revenge. If it were just about money, there would be no reason to go through such elaborate, twisted lengths. But his train of thought stalled there. If it wasn't money, who was this man who hated him enough to orchestrate this elaborate nightmare? The sheer helplessness of not knowing what his captor wanted was suffocating.
"I don't know... What do you want from me? If I lose... are you going to demand my life?"
"Of course not. It'd be a waste to stake your life on a silly little bet like this."
"Then what—"
"Let's see... How about I cut off your balls?"
"What?!" Taehyun gasped, completely blindsided by the utterly unhinged suggestion.
Dohyung laughed out loud at Taehyun's sheer panic. "Hahaha! Look at you shake. I wouldn't make that the stakes... yet..." Taehyun failed to catch the softly muttered "yet" at the end.
"You psychopath..."
"A psychopath? Oh, absolutely. So hurry up and give this psychopath an answer that'll satisfy him."
Dohyung claimed it was a joke, but the casual way he had suggested castration sent a shiver down Taehyun's spine. It sounded less like a joke and more like a genuine, suppressed desire. Looking at this lunatic, Taehyun realized he was entirely capable of actually doing it.
"I don't know. I have no idea what you want."
"Sigh... You really are useless, aren't you? Fine, I'll choose for you."
Taehyun swallowed hard, tense but secretly relieved. He figured that even if he proposed something, the lunatic would probably reject it anyway, so letting him set the terms was easier. Besides, it was a better use of his mental energy to figure out how to escape rather than agonizing over this bizarre negotiation. Still, he had no idea what kind of twisted bullshit was about to come out of Dohyung's mouth.
"If you lose the bet... you get injected. Let's go with five shots."
"Injected? With what?"
"That's a se~cret!"
Taehyun's temper flared at Dohyung's playful tone. "You expect me to let you inject me with some unknown substance?!"
"Of course. Those are the rules of the bet. If you don't want the shots, just win. You said you were absolutely sure you'd win, didn't you? Or was that just a bluff?"
"Damn it! Of course it wasn't! I don't care what kind of filthy things you do to Eunji, I will never, ever get aroused!" Taehyun roared, completely baited by Dohyung's provocation.
"Yes, that's the spirit. This is going to be so much fun. Now that the penalty is set... we just need to put this on you."
Dohyung turned around, rummaged through a desk in the corner of the room, and pulled something out. Taehyun's eyes widened in horror at the object in Dohyung's hand.
"T-That's...!"
"Like it? I made it myself, and it's a masterpiece. I'm going to lock your cock in this."
What Dohyung held was a male chastity cage. It was molded to fit a flaccid penis. If locked in place while flaccid, the rigid cage would physically restrict the penis, preventing it from expanding even if blood rushed to it.
"Now, if you look closely, the inside is designed like this. Want a peek?"
"W-What the hell is that?! You're fucking insane!" Taehyun was already horrified by the chastity cage, but when Dohyung split it open to reveal the interior, his blood ran cold. The entire inner lining of the cage was bristling with sharp, wicked thorns.
Taehyun couldn't help but picture what would happen if he got an erection while wearing it... His mind immediately conjured a gruesome image of his own flesh being shredded into a bloody pulp.
"You can't... There's no way I'm wearing that!"
"Why not? It's simple. All you have to do is not get hard."
Taehyun desperately wanted to smash his fist into Dohyung's smug, mocking face. But with his hands securely bound, it was nothing more than a useless fantasy.
"But..."
"Oh, don't worry about getting hurt from random erections when the bet isn't active. I have no intention of putting this on you unless Eunji is in this room having sex with me."
Dohyung patted Taehyun's bound shoulder reassuringly. "I'm a man too, so I get it. It'd be pretty unfair if you shredded your dick over a random morning wood. So don't worry, I won't let that happen."
"That's... a relief, at least."
"Instead, the moment Han Eunji comes in here to have sex, I'll lock you in this beforehand. From that second on, you absolutely cannot get hard. Once Han Eunji leaves, I'll unlock it and check. If there are no wounds, it means you didn't get aroused. Fair?"
Taehyun carefully analyzed Dohyung's words, looking for a catch. Since the lunatic before him was clearly out of his mind, Taehyun suspected there might be a hidden loophole designed to screw him over. But no matter how much he thought about it, there was no disadvantage. It was a straightforward challenge: while Eunji was being fucked by this bastard, he just had to wear the cage and keep his dick soft.
"Fine... I accept the bet."
"That's what I like to hear. The Taehyun I know always loved a wager—especially when he was absolutely sure he'd win."
"Wait. Before we start, I want to review the terms of the bet one more time. Do you mind?"
Dohyung nodded. "Go right ahead. Though there's really nothing complicated about it."
Dohyung laid out the terms clearly for him: "You and I are entering a wager. The terms are simple: you will watch your wife, Han Eunji, have sex with me right here. The outcome depends entirely on whether you get aroused and get an erection. Correct so far?"
"Yes, I agree to that."
"Next, if you win, I will release you immediately. Afterward, you can do whatever the hell you want with me—torture me, kill me, whatever. I won't resist."
Taehyun listened intently and nodded.
"But on the flip side, if you lose, you will receive a simple injection. The contents of the syringe will remain a secret. However, I will promise you one thing: whatever is in that syringe will not harm your physical health."
"Fine."
"Finally, before I have sex with Han Eunji, I will lock your cock in this chastity cage. If you get aroused while watching us, your erection will press against the thorns... and you will bleed. If you bleed, it proves you got excited, and you lose instantly."
Taehyun swallowed hard. Just as Dohyung said, if he got hard while wearing that horrific contraption, his dick would be shredded into a bloody mess, likely ruined forever.
"Fine. But if I wear it and come out without a single scratch, it means I didn't get aroused."
"Exactly. Unless you've got a dick made of steel that can withstand iron thorns, we'll take a lack of wounds as proof of your flaccidity."
Taehyun suppressed his disgust at Dohyung's mocking sneer.
"Well, those are the terms. No objections, right? It's a beautifully simple bet. Nothing complicated at all."
"...Fine. I understand."
Dohyung let out a wicked, sinister laugh, already savoring the look of absolute despair that would wash over Taehyun's face when he lost.