You Lost the Bet, Taehyun
After finishing his second session with Eunji, Dohyung sent her back and returned to the room where Taehyun was held.
"Well? Hanging in there?" Dohyung smirked, looking down at the chastity belt strapped around Taehyun's groin.
"Of course. It's nothing. Just give me the key already!" Taehyun demanded, thrusting his hand out. The chastity belt was designed so that once locked, it could only be opened with the key in Dohyung's possession.
Dohyung casually tossed him the key. Taehyun caught it, unlocked the belt, and proudly displayed his flaccid penis to show he was completely unaffected.
"Staring at another guy's dick isn't exactly my idea of a good time... but I have to admit, you're holding up well so far."
"Obviously. I told you, watching you and Eunji fuck right in front of me isn't going to turn me on."
Dohyung let out a sinister chuckle. "But watching me fuck other women turns you on, doesn't it?"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb. Did you really think I wouldn't notice? I know you've been jerking off in here, using the women I bring into the next room as spank material." Dohyung pointed up at the camera mounted on the ceiling.
"So you were watching... So what? There's nothing in the rules of our bet that forbids that."
"Hmm... Well, I suppose that's true. The bet was that you couldn't get aroused watching Han Eunji and me. Getting off to other women wasn't part of the deal."
Taehyun smirked inwardly at Dohyung's admission. The moment those words were locked in, he knew there was absolutely no way he could lose this game.
Your plan was probably to keep me constantly horny by bringing other women into the next room, but there was never a rule saying I couldn't relieve myself during the bet. As long as it's not Eunji, I can jerk off whenever I want to keep my urges in check.
Now that it was officially established that masturbating to Dohyung's exploits with other women was allowed, Taehyun realized he had a foolproof strategy. He could simply jerk off beforehand to enter a state of post-nut clarity right before Eunji was brought in.
If you wanted to win, you should have tied my hands so I couldn't move them, you idiot.
Dohyung, reading Taehyun's thoughts perfectly, merely offered a casual smile. "Then let's keep the bet going. That's two down... just three more to go, right?"
"Yeah... By the way, who was that girl you fucked in the next room before Eunji came in?"
"Oh, Nabi? Don't worry about it. It's none of your business. I don't have to report my daily roster of sexual partners to the guy next door, do I?"
"I guess not..."
Dohyung waved a dismissive hand and walked out. Taehyun felt a lingering sense of unease at Dohyung's nonchalant attitude, but since he had nothing concrete to say, he kept quiet. In any case, he only had to endure three more times. That was all that mattered.
The next morning, Dohyung brought another woman into the adjacent room. She was clearly different from the one yesterday; her physique was entirely distinct. She appeared slightly taller, with much smaller breasts. However, she wore a full-face mask that covered her eyes, nose, and ears, making her completely unrecognizable.
"Mmph, mgh!" Gagged and wearing a dog collar, the woman crawled into the room on all fours, led by a leash in Dohyung's hand. Once she was fully inside, Taehyun gasped. A realistic dog tail was attached to her rear, clearly plugged deep inside her anus.
"Alright, Kkami. Do you want my cock? Then take it out yourself. No hands." At Dohyung's command, the woman thrust her hips toward him and began to tremble violently. Slowly, the plug inside her anus began to slide outward. Taehyun watched through the transparent wall as the plug crept out millimeter by millimeter until, with a wet *pop*, it slipped completely free.
The moment the plug popped out of her ass, the woman squirted a fountain of fluids from her vagina, instantly climaxing. Dohyung stepped behind her, pulled out his erect cock, and ruthlessly drove it straight into her anus. The woman squealed and came again, her pussy dripping with juices as her muffled whimpers echoed through the room with every thrust of Dohyung's hips.
Watching anal sex for the first time in his life, Taehyun suddenly realized his own penis had sprung to full attention.
Damn it... If he brings Eunji in right after showing me this, I won't even be able to get the chastity belt back on... Realizing his rock-hard erection would never fit inside the metal cage in its current state, Taehyun grabbed his shaft and began to stroke it furiously. His eyes, however, remained glued to the spectacle of Dohyung drilling the masked woman's ass.
"Mmph! Mmmph!" Though she sounded like she was in pain, the sheer volume of fluids spraying from her pussy made it clear she was thoroughly enjoying the anal penetration. Dohyung showed her no mercy, hammering his hips forward at a relentless pace. Taehyun stroked faster, desperate to ejaculate and clear his mind. If Dohyung suddenly brought Eunji in now, he would lose the bet instantly.
Whether he knew what Taehyun was doing or not, Dohyung spent the entire morning mercilessly pounding the woman he called Kkami. Finally, Dohyung grabbed the leash of the semi-conscious, over-stimulated woman and dragged her out of the room. Taehyun let out a sigh of relief. The source of his arousal was gone, and he had successfully relieved himself.
But contrary to Taehyun's expectations, it wasn't over. Shortly after lunchtime, Dohyung returned with yet another woman. This time, it was the one with the nipple piercings from yesterday. Like the morning's partner, she crawled in on all fours, wearing a dog collar and led by a leash. Her face was still hidden behind a mask, but her body shape and the butterfly-shaped nipple piercings made her instantly recognizable.
"Alright, Nabi. Position three!" At Dohyung's command, the woman quickly rolled onto her back, exposing her belly, and used both hands to pull her pussy lips wide open. "Master! Please, hurry and put your cock inside Nabi's pussy!" Hearing her beg through her drool, Taehyun felt his penis twitch and harden once more.
Damn it... Is this bastard planning to show me sex all day long? Is this how he plans to break me and win the bet? As the wet, squelching sounds of their coupling drifted through the wall, Taehyun's erection returned with a vengeance. He had no choice but to stroke himself again to keep it down. But as he listened closely to the woman's voice, a strange sensation washed over him.
Wait... Why does her voice sound so familiar? Where have I heard it before? He scrutinized the masked woman, but he couldn't put a name to the voice. None of the respectable women in his social circle would ever get such trashy piercings, let alone crawl around like a dog and beg to be treated like a whore. He dismissed the thought.
By the time evening rolled around, Taehyun had masturbated more times in a single day than ever before in his life. Even after ejaculating, the filthy, relentless moans of the pierced woman next door kept drilling into his ears, restimulating his libido until he couldn't help but touch himself again and again.
Once evening passed, Dohyung announced over the intercom that he would be bringing Eunji in next. Hearing this, Taehyun strapped the chastity belt back over his completely exhausted, raw penis and waited for her arrival.
Before long, Dohyung and Eunji entered the next room and began their routine. Unlike the rough, degrading treatment he showed the other women, Dohyung handled Eunji with gentle, almost loving care, as if they were sweethearts. Watching this, a white-hot rage flared deep within Taehyun's chest.
He treated the daytime playthings like cheap fleshlights, yet he handled Eunji—Taehyun's own wife—with tender affection, clearly doing it to mock and provoke him. Taehyun's stomach churned with disgust and fury.
But Taehyun endured. He refused to let his guard down. He knew Dohyung was trying to break his composure, trying to rile him up so much that his anger would translate into a physical erection. Gritting his teeth, he kept his focus entirely locked down, maintaining a completely flaccid state inside the chastity belt until Eunji was finally led away.
The following day played out in the exact same manner. In the morning, Dohyung brought in the woman for anal sex. From lunch until evening, he brought in the pierced woman. Once again, Taehyun was forced to masturbate multiple times throughout the day. He tried to resist, but the raw, animalistic displays next door made it impossible to ignore.
In the evening, Dohyung brought Eunji in and performed right before his eyes. Taehyun, locked in his chastity belt, focused all his mental energy on keeping his penis soft. Having successfully endured the fourth session, Taehyun finally lay down to sleep, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.
Just one more day. If I can survive just one more, I'm free. Whether Dohyung would actually honor the bet was still up in the air, but keeping his sanity and winning the game was the only hand Taehyun had left to play.
Then, the final day arrived. Based on the pattern so far, Taehyun expected the anal-sex woman to appear first thing in the morning.
"Huh?" But today was different. Dohyung walked in bringing both the anal-sex woman and the pierced woman at the same time. Though momentarily startled by the sudden double appearance, Taehyun quickly composed himself. Even with two of them, the fundamental situation hadn't changed. However, Dohyung wasn't planning on a simple threesome.
"Listen up, you masochistic slaves! You'd better win this tug-of-war if you want to avoid punishment." At Dohyung's bizarre command, the two women inserted a massive double-ended dildo—one into her vagina, the other into her anus. The two ends of the dildo were connected by a thick metal chain. Once the toys were securely lodged inside them, they crawled in opposite directions until the chain pulled taut.
"Ready... set, go!" At Dohyung's signal, they began to pull against each other, using the toys anchored inside their bodies.
"Nghhh...!" "Mmph!" The chain groaned under the tension of the bizarre tug-of-war until the woman with the anal plug managed to yank the other end clean out of the pierced woman's pussy, securing her victory.
The pierced woman looked utterly dejected by her loss, but Dohyung paid her no mind, immediately ordering them into the next depraved contest. He made them lick each other's orifices, where the first to climax lost, and then tied their hands and whipped them, declaring that the first to climax would win.
This was far beyond anything Taehyun had ever witnessed. He had seen extreme pornography before and knew such fetishes existed, but watching it happen live, right in front of him, was a different beast entirely. He stared, utterly transfixed, completely forgetting that his own penis had swollen to a rock-hard erection as he watched Dohyung train his slaves.
Dohyung continued to torment the two women until lunchtime, finally grabbing their leashes and dragging them out. Only then did Taehyun snap out of his daze.
Shit, I got completely sucked into watching that. But it's fine, I still have time... He'll definitely bring another woman in after lunch to fuck. I'll just jerk off then to clear my head.
Just as Taehyun predicted, Dohyung returned after lunch with another woman. But this one was entirely new. She wore the same full-face mask, but she had no nipple piercings or tail plugs. Instead, she was bound so tightly with thick ropes that she couldn't move a muscle, and a heavy gag silenced her mouth. Rather than leading her in, Dohyung practically carried her into the room like a piece of luggage, holding her by the ropes.
"Now, shall we do some training here today? Look at how wet you are already. You're practically begging for it." Dohyung murmured, sliding his fingers into the bound woman's pussy and slowly stroking her.
Taehyun felt a strange, nagging sense of familiarity, but he couldn't place her. For one, the bound woman was completely hairless down there—a trait none of the women he knew possessed. Her entire body had been meticulously shaved. Since none of his acquaintances were completely hairless, he assumed she had to be a stranger.
The masked woman muffled some desperate cries toward Dohyung, but the gag reduced her words to unintelligible grunts. "Mmph! Mgh!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll slide it in... right now!" Dohyung lifted her bound body, aligned her pussy with his cock, and drove himself deep inside with a powerful thrust. Unable to move, the woman became a living fleshlight, taking his cock and instantly squirting a torrent of fluids as she climaxed.
Watching the intense display, Taehyun knew he had to purge his desires before Eunji arrived tonight. He grabbed his penis and began to stroke. He ejaculated several times as Dohyung continued to plow the bound woman until evening, finally feeling a sense of relief.
With this much post-nut clarity, there's no way in hell I'll get hard when Eunji comes tonight. This bet... is mine!
Dohyung finally finished, picking up the bound woman and carrying her out of the room. After eating his dinner, Taehyun prepared himself mentally for the final showdown, waiting for Dohyung's broadcast to begin.
But this time, there was no broadcast. Instead, the door to his room swung open, and Dohyung walked in with a smirk on his face.
"Well, today is the final day... How are you feeling? Confident you'll win?"
"Of course. No matter what, I'm winning this bet." Taehyun clenched his fists and glared at Dohyung, silently vowing that once he won, he would tear this bastard apart with his own hands.
"Is that so? Well... unfortunately for you, Han Eunji won't be coming to the next room tonight. Or ever again."
"What? What the hell do you mean? Are you backing out of the bet?" Taehyun yelled. He assumed Dohyung was trying to stall the bet indefinitely by refusing to bring Eunji in. Since the bet required Taehyun to watch Dohyung and Eunji have sex, refusing to bring her for the final round would mean the bet could never technically conclude.
"Backing out? Why would I do that?"
"Then why are you saying she's not coming?"
"Because... there's no need to bring her in anymore."
Taehyun couldn't comprehend what he was hearing. "What? What does that mean?"
"Exactly what I said. There's no reason to bring Han Eunji into that room anymore. Because..." Dohyung smiled, his expression twisting into a mask of pure malice. "I've already won."
"What... Stop talking shit! There's still one more round! The fifth round is left!" Taehyun momentarily wondered if he had miscounted, but no matter how he calculated, there was definitely one round remaining. He couldn't understand why Dohyung was claiming victory.
"No, you lost. You got hard watching Han Eunji and me fuck."
"No, I didn't! If I had, my dick would be a bloody mess from that chastity belt!" Taehyun screamed, pointing down at the metal cage around his groin.
"You're missing the point. You definitely got hard. In fact, you jerked off to it. Did watching Han Eunji and me get you that worked up? Pfft, haha!"
Taehyun stared blankly at the mocking man. What? I... jerked off to it? What the hell is he talking about... It made absolutely no sense.
"If you still don't get it... let me show you. Just wait right there." Dohyung turned and walked out of the room. A moment later, he appeared on the other side of the glass.
"Wh-what?" In Dohyung's arms was... the bound woman he had used like a fleshlight earlier that afternoon. Dohyung stood her up, facing the glass toward Taehyun, a cruel grin plastered on his face. A cold dread began to pool in Taehyun's stomach. No... No, it can't be...
Mocking Taehyun's silent denial, Dohyung reached up and ripped the mask off the bound woman's head.
"E-Eunji...?" There, gagged and with her eyes rolled back in a daze of lingering pleasure, was the face of Han Eunji. Taehyun stumbled backward, his legs giving out as he collapsed hard onto his backside.
Dohyung pulled the mask back over Eunji's face and carried her out of the room. A moment later, he returned to Taehyun's cell alone.
"See? This afternoon, you got hard watching me fuck Han Eunji. You even jerked off to her. Well? Do you admit it now?"
Taehyun, who had been staring blankly at the empty glass wall in sheer disbelief, suddenly sprang to his feet and shrieked. "That's cheating! I... I didn't even know that was Eunji! If it was her, you should have told me!"
Dohyung let out a weary sigh. "What kind of bullshit logic is that? Was there a rule saying I had to announce when I was fucking Eunji? I don't recall any such clause."
"B-but... you masked her and gagged her so I couldn't recognize her! You deliberately set out to trick me!"
"Unbelievable... Look at you squirming and making excuses the second you realize you've lost."
Taehyun's fists trembled with pure, unadulterated rage. Dohyung sneered, "And besides, if you really loved Han Eunji so much... shouldn't you have recognized her, even with a mask and a gag?"
"What?"
"You couldn't even recognize your own wife, yet you babble on about love? You're a fucking joke, you pathetic loser. Ahahaha!"
"You... motherfucker!!" Unable to contain his rage at Dohyung's mockery, Taehyun lunged forward and swung his fist. But Dohyung caught his punch effortlessly, stopping the attack dead in its tracks.
Before Taehyun could even register that his fist had been caught, Dohyung's fist buried itself deep into his abdomen. The sheer force of the blow sent Taehyun crashing to his knees, gasping for air. "Argh!"
As the agonizing pain threatened to drag him into unconsciousness, Dohyung's voice echoed coldly in his ears. "Now, since you lost the bet... it's time for your punishment, isn't it?" With those final words, darkness claimed Taehyun's vision.