Bondage

AM 10:30

Like the principle of the tide rushing in and then receding like an ebb.

After the chaos of passion that rushed in all at once disperses, the boy is left alone in deceptive quietness, immersed in all sorts of thoughts.

Grandmother’s face comes to mind first.

Grandmother.

My grandmother.

By now, how much must she be searching for me, with me gone?

I wonder if Grandmother reported me to the police.

He had briefly entertained such hope at one time, but the boy soon shook his head weakly. No. Rather, it would be better if she didn’t report it.

Both me and Grandmother. We have no power.

If the fact that a hasty report was made became known and touched the men’s nerves, not only himself but above all, Grandmother’s life might be in danger.

Especially the man called K.

The boy feared K. J was equally frightening, but perhaps because there had once existed a friendly time when he followed him calling him ‘hyung,’ whenever he saw him, he still fell into unknowably complex feelings.

But K.

This man is too frightening.

The man K, who possesses a sharpness whose age cannot be gauged.

K, who flashes cunning eyes like a snake and sometimes tries to squeeze his breath.

The target the boy feared most right now was K.

The boy didn’t know what work the men did.

However, fortunately, like most people, when morning came they went out somewhere for their respective work. Perhaps they were going to work.

The time left alone like that was the only freedom permitted to the boy.

With a long leash attached like a dog and one leg bound to a dangling chain.

When J first attached the leash to him, the boy stared straight at him with eyes full of fear and stirring.

J’s eyes hidden behind his glasses were deeply sunken in stillness, as much as his calm face. J was a man who symbolized quietness in everything. Unlike K, who seemed to have emotional ups and downs, he never raised his voice. Even when occasionally speaking to him, he spoke in a gentle voice as if whispering.

At first listen, like someone whispering sweet nothings to a beloved lover.

But every word that came from his mouth was nothing less than a torture device designed to torment the boy.

The boy lived all day long with the leash attached.

The rusty iron chain wrapped tightly around his ankle dragged heavily on the floor below, interfering with the boy’s ability to walk properly.

Even without attaching something like this, I couldn’t run away.

He had no will to escape from the beginning. Strangely, that was the case. Ever since discovering their true nature, the boy had been feeling extreme fear toward them.

Even if I run away.

They will definitely find me again.

That’s why he didn’t dare try to escape. This chain and leash are, so to speak, useless.

The boy couldn’t know what they truly feared.

The boy gradually hid his entire body in the waves of helplessness.

Thoughts stopped, and even when alone, there were many moments of staring blankly into the distance.

Then, around the time he got hungry, J returned home.

He had never once broken that schedule. It feels like a robot moving according to a well-organized system.

The sound of him making food in the kitchen. The sound of the microwave running.

The only sound that makes me feel alive in this space hidden in stillness.

The boy got goosebumps at the human pattern of feeling hunger even in these circumstances and making sounds faithful to instinct—grumble…

He looks up at the expressionless face of the man who obediently wags his tail like a dog and hands him a dog food bowl.

When eating, he must absolutely raise his butt as high as possible. Because that way he really looks like a dog. If he doesn’t do so, a fierce slap strikes his buttocks. Smack, smack! J at least stops at this level, but if it were K, the situation would become even more terrible.

K literally steps on him.

At those times, he is like a wild beast, not a human.

The boy experienced for the first time the day before yesterday having his head crushed by being stepped on by K. Since then, whenever he sees K, his whole body trembles like someone afflicted with the shakes.

K likes the appearance of the boy licking up food greedily with only his tongue without using his hands, with his butt raised high.

He always lusted while watching the boy eat in that manner.

The boy must imitate dog-like behavior only to be shown to them.

***

PM 3:10

K seems to be in a good mood for some reason today.

He’s humming while gently caressing the boy’s plump, well-ripened buttocks.

The boy frowns with an uncomfortable posture, legs spread to the limit, and diligently sucks his fully erect cock.

That thing of unbelievable size that can’t be thought of as another man’s.

Moreover, with metal balls embedded, the bumpy surface is fiercely violent with the momentum to pierce even if it touches the roof of the mouth just a little.

His thing is a terrifying tyrant, resembling K.

“Kid.”

The man’s cheerful voice flows into the boy’s ear.

“Does your asshole hurt a lot?”

His inconsiderate finger abruptly pushes inside the hole of his buttocks and begins to jab away. Huuup. With the man’s cock in his mouth, the boy tightly shuts his eyes. In fact, it hurt a lot.

The man thoroughly explored the bright red ripened flesh of the hole with his finger, then as if wanting to look inside, forcefully spread both buttocks wide apart—splaaay.

“Huuung…..”

“It smells good.”

The man sniffs the boy’s hole. The warm breath he exhales is transmitted directly into the anus, and the boy is somehow seized by a subtle ticklish feeling.

“Did you shit well today too?”

Instead of answering, the boy pleases him by tightening the man’s cock deeply to his uvula. Min purses his lips as much as possible in the way K likes and sucks in his bumpy, violent cock—sluuuurp. The most important thing in this process was to absolutely never show teeth. Min, who had already heard one round of threats to bring pliers and pull out all his front teeth, knows well that this wasn’t just talk.

“The inside is a bit swollen.”

He mutters while briefly frowning as he sticks out his tongue and deeply sucks the boy’s anus. The boy sharply inhaled.

“You need to take care of it, kid.”

Slurp.

He mutters while flashing beast-like eyes, rolling up his tongue lewdly and caressing the parts the boy feels well while licking them thoroughly.

“Ahjussi’s stomach isn’t full yet.”

“Ah, ahung…..”

“I can’t give up such a delicious feast already.”

He embraced the boy’s waist and pulled him toward himself. Uup, due to that sudden action, the cock he was holding fell out and instead he ended up trapped in the man’s large embrace.

He looked down at the pitiful bunny kid trembling in his arms with a satisfied gaze and laughed—huhu. The man’s merciless hand grabbed the boy’s soft hair and fixed him toward himself.

“Kid.”

“……”

The boy wearily raises his tearful eyes and looks at K’s violent face.

“Try calling me Dad.”

His words were unexpected, beyond expectation.

Dad.

Dad?

“Hurry. Call me Dad gently.”

“D……”

As if his tongue is stiff, the words don’t come out well.

Feeling this as a sign of rebellion, the hand gripping his hair tightens even more. Uuk, with his neck forcibly bent, the boy frowned and moaned thinly.

“D…ad……”

A long arc forms at the man’s lips.

“That’s right.”

“……”