TSOTI – Chapter 4.2

Doyoung arched his neck and moaned. The cervix throbbed while his prostate was scraped at the same time, the pleasure so intense his eyes rolled back.

“Bitch. You like it that much?”

“Yes, Master. It feels so good. Mmngh.”

“Then you should thank me properly.”

“Ahng! Master! Thank you. Heungh.”

“You left out what you’re thankful for.”

“Thank you…… for stuffing bitch pussy. Mmmng. Thank you for using bitch pussy like this.”

“Good boy, our bitch.”

When Seungwoo praised him, Doyoung—like he really was pleased—shook his ass even harder. Against the pitch-black backdrop, Doyoung’s body, bleached white under the flash, was a total mess. His ass, strapped in a black garter belt, had been hit so many times that whip-shaped red welts stood out in several places, and his thighs—slicked down with arousal—were filthy with sand stuck all over them.

“Bitch. Shake your tits some more. So we can film our bitch shaking her tits.”

Seungwoo ordered abruptly, aware of Seungbin filming.

“Mmmng. L-Like this?”

Fully transformed into a bitch, Doyoung obeyed and shook his chest while crawling.

“Shake them more. Let your tits flop around.”

“Mmmngh, l-like this?”

Whether it was lucky or unlucky, the clamps were heavy enough that his stretched nipples dangled and swung. Seeing it, Seungwoo looked satisfied and praised him for doing well.

“How is it, bitch? Feels even better when you shake your tits?”

“Aang. Yes. Crawling while shaking bitch tits feels so much better. When the nipple clamps shake, the pussy clamps shake too. Heungh. It feels so good. Mmmngh.”

As if he might come any second, Doyoung stayed propped up on all fours and rubbed his legs together. With his clit clamped—and constantly jolted by the motion—it felt like his pussy was about to explode into a fountain.

“Bitch. When you cum from your pussy, you ask Master’s permission first. Got it?”

“Mmmng. Yes. I’ll ask Master before cumming from pussy.”

Barely holding back the urge to climax, Doyoung crawled forward again. His ears burned bright red, his trembling body captured on video.

Doyoung was obscene just by existing like this, but the fact that he was being filmed made the two men even more aroused. With his eyes covered, it felt almost like spying—making them hotter. Doyoung perfectly fed their fantasies. A Doyoung who did anything they wanted—there was no way they wouldn’t love him.

“Mmmng, heungh. Ngh.”

The summer sea breeze kept sweeping over Doyoung’s naked body. Even on a summer night, being exposed to the wind for so long while completely nude made him feel the urge to pee. The vibrating eggs inside him made it harder to endure. The eggs were in his pussy, but the vibration carried all the way to his bladder, agitating the urge even more.

Doyoung let out a sound like he was groaning through it. Eggs buzzed inside his pussy, the whip kept scraping his inner walls inside his ass, and the clamps on his nipples and clit tugged downward and shook. All of it was hard to bear—and now he had to pee, too.

Finally reaching his limit, he forced his mouth open.

“Master…… Heungh…….”

Seungwoo’s response was utterly indifferent despite the ticklish voice.

“What is it, bitch.”

“I-I want to cum. That’s…… it’s too urgent…….”

To Seungwoo, Doyoung’s words sounded like he wanted to climax. Since he had been told to ask permission before cumming earlier, mistaking it wasn’t strange.

“You just came. How soon again.”

“N-No…… Mmmng. That’s not it…… Heungh. I really can’t hold it anymore…….”

“You can’t even endure that much and still want to be a bitch? Can’t even hold your cum properly—what kind of bitch are you?”

“M-Master. Please…… Heu. Let me cum…….”

“You’re not listening, are you?”

Clank.

Seungwoo yanked the leash he held. The collar around Doyoung’s neck jerked upward. Doyoung clutched the leash with both hands and struggled. His face flushed instantly, breath choked.

“M-Master. I-I’m sorry, khk. Please let go…… khk, khk.”

Only after Doyoung managed a stuttering apology between coughs did Seungwoo loosen the leash. The moment it slackened, Doyoung erupted into violent coughing. His pale throat swelled red, and tears and snot poured out without restraint.

“Bitch. We still have more walking to do. You going to stay like that?”

Seungwoo showed no mercy to the end. Of course, everything they were doing was a kind of agreed-upon “game” from before they even came to the beach—but to Doyoung, it was simply cruel.

Still sniffling, Doyoung trembled all over and barely moved an arm forward. The urge hit harder than before. Unable to endure it, he collapsed onto the sand, clutching his lower belly like it was about to burst, and cried out through sobs.

“Ah, no. It’s really coming out. It’s going to come out…… Heuk.”

At that point, sensing something different from usual, Seungwoo looked at Doyoung with a wondering expression. Clutching his lower belly and shaking—it looked exactly like a puppy desperate to pee.

“You. Are you needing to piss?”

At that, Doyoung nodded, teary-eyed. He was so cute that Seungwoo let out a short, incredulous laugh. And he’d even been good enough to ask permission instead of just wetting himself right away. Before, when he got too excited mid-fuck, he’d sometimes lose it—but tonight, because he was “a dog,” he was asking for permission for even this.

Seungwoo found him so adorable that he wanted to kiss him on the spot. Why did he only ever pick the cutest ways to behave? But right now, he was Doyoung’s master holding the leash. If he was going to “dote” on him, it couldn’t be with a kiss—it had to be some other way.

Pop.

“Hng!”

Seungwoo pulled the whip handle from Doyoung’s anus. The empty hole twitched like a greedy back pussy. Seungwoo used the leather tip to lift the garter belt on Doyoung’s hips and snap it upward. Smack. The elastic band struck Doyoung’s ass cheek with a crisp sound.

“Our pussy should’ve spoken up properly if it needed to piss.”

Doyoung’s whole body burned with shame. Yet his heart pounded at Seungwoo treating and toying with him like a dog.

“Come on, say it again. What does our bitch want?”

Doyoung bit his lip. The last shred of pride left in him made his mouth refuse to open.

“If you don’t want to piss, stay like that.”

In an instant, Doyoung’s whole body went rigid. If it were Seungwoo, he really might not allow him until his bladder burst—just thinking that made whatever pride he had left evaporate.

“N-no! Please, no! I’ll do it. I’ll say it.”

“Yeah. What does our bitch want to do?”

“Bitch needs to piss, needs to piss! I want to pee…… Please let bitch pee, Master.”

Doyoung shouted so loud it rang across the beach. Seungwoo—and Seungbin, filming—both burst out laughing.

Seungwoo moved the whip he had been snapping against the garter belt to stroke Doyoung’s trembling thigh. He savored with both eyes the sight of smooth skin prickling with goosebumps.

“If you need to piss that badly, I should let you.”

Seungwoo’s voice was laced with amusement. Doyoung was so happy he almost wanted to stand up and cling to Seungwoo’s legs.

“But since you’re a bitch, piss sitting down. Piss like a bitch in front of us.”

It was an even more humiliating demand than simply admitting he needed to pee. But Doyoung didn’t even have time to feel self-loathing—he pushed himself up immediately. Right now, he couldn’t think of anything but emptying his bladder. That trapped pressure was agony. If it meant he could pee, he’d do anything.

“I’ll do it. I’ll squat and pee like a bitch.”

With the two men watching, Doyoung squatted on the sand. With the posture, the eggs in his pussy felt like they might spill out at any moment.

Even while trembling, Doyoung spread his legs wider so they could see better. Slowly, he eased the tension in his lower belly—where he’d been clenching desperately to hold it in.

Shhhh.

Yellow liquid flowed from the tip of his half-erect, soft cock. On a midsummer beach, naked and squatting, Doyoung began to piss.

“Mmmng…….”

The yellow stream drew a small arc into the air before falling to the sand. Unable to aim his cock forward, the stream dirtied his cock and thighs as it poured.

The moment he let it out, a sharp thrill ran through Doyoung’s whole body. With the release came a sense of liberation, as if a suppressed urge was being expelled along with it. And on top of that, there was the taboo of doing something less than human while the two men watched. Pleasure overflowed through him—this felt like more than just peeing.

It felt so good. He was doing something unbearably humiliating, yet the fact of it alone made his entire body aroused.

Even blindfolded, he felt their gaze as if it were real—like it had hands at the end of it, tickling over his skin. Doyoung grew more and more excited, moaning, hips twitching as he kept pissing. He kept going until the sand didn’t just get wet—it sank in, collapsing under the soak.

“Mmmng. Ngh…….”

As the stream began to thin, Seungbin brought the phone even closer, filming the piss running down Doyoung’s cock. His thighs—his cunt too—were smeared with piss. The sharp urine smell mixed with the sea air was scattered on the wind. Drops of piss clung even to the several pink cords trailing from his cunt.

“Bitch. Do you like it? Spreading your dog-cunt and pissing outside?”

Seungwoo asked. Doyoung, sounding dazed behind the blindfold, answered in a sluggish voice.

“Yes… It feels so good to pee.”

Seungbin quietly kept filming Doyoung’s body, drenched in urine.

“But what should we do, bitch? Those people over there saw our bitch pissing naked. All of it.”

In that instant, Doyoung’s face twisted. The unbearable humiliation of someone seeing him do something this ugly—pissing in public—surged through him. Right now, Doyoung couldn’t make rational judgments; driven by lust and humiliation, all that thrashed through his mind was the fact that someone saw him peeing.

“N-no. No… If someone sees this bitch peeing—!”

“They already saw. Those guys are whispering while they look at you. They’re shining phone flashes on you—so they can see your clamps and the eggs in your pussy too.”

“I hate it…!”

Doyoung cried, voice trembling. Instinctively, he tried to cover his naked body with both arms—only for Seungwoo to strike his forearm.

Smack.

The sting was sharp, as if his skin was being sliced; tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“It hurts. It hurts, Master.”

“Who told you to cover yourself without permission?”

“Master. No…… Other people seeing my body like this…… Heuk.”

“You love showing your pussy to people. That’s why when we told you to spread it, you did right away.”

“N-no… it’s not like that… hic.”

“Enough. Keep that pussy spread. Show your bitch pussy to everyone. Got it?”

“No…… Heuk. Heuk.”

Doyoung felt wronged and miserable. Showing his pussy to them…… had only been possible because it was them. He wasn’t some easy slut or pervert.

The first day he ever showed them—that day, it had been different. He’d wanted Seungwoo and Seungbin to get turned on by his body. It was true he’d been drunk, not fully clear-headed, but his body had been burning, and he’d wanted it. In front of them, it felt like it would be okay to be ruined.

But, but…… not others. He wasn’t a slut who showed his pussy to just anyone and got aroused.

“Hng! M-Master!”

As if mocking Doyoung’s thoughts, Seungwoo touched the clamped clit with the tip of the crop—and Doyoung’s body began heating up again. Without realizing it, he spread his legs wide and started rubbing his clit against the teasing crop.

“Ah, no! If you touch there……! Heung!”

He said no, begged him to stop—yet he chased the sensation anyway, moving his body. The clamped clit ached and burned like it might tear free, but he was too aroused; the pleasure only felt bigger.

Naked, wearing a dog collar—nipple and clit clamped in obscene metal—and now shaking with delight as he rubbed his clit against a crop. Even in that lewd, human-abandoning state, his arousal showed no sign of dying down.

Shame was a catalyst for his desire. The more embarrassed he was, the more he was treated as less than human—degraded, humiliated—the hotter his body burned. The fact that someone might be watching was terrifying… and intoxicating. In his head, he knew it had to be Seungwoo and Seungbin, and no one else—yet his body was already overtaken by instinct, hunting for stronger pleasure.

“Aaang! Aang! Aaaang, aang!”

The clamp twisted, biting painfully at his clit, tormenting it. In his chaotic mind flashed images of other men watching him like this. Still, he couldn’t stop. The stinging pressure in his belly felt like it would burst.

“Acting like you’re not allowed, when you’re about to die from how good it feels.”

“Aaang. No! No! Heungh, stop. Stop please, stop. Heungh.”

“Bitch. Those guys are pulling their cocks out while they watch you. They’re stroking them while they look at our bitch’s dog-cunt.”

“Aahng. No! Don’t look at my cunt! Don’t look—no!”

“Doesn’t look like it’s ‘no.’ That fluttering cunt is begging them to fuck it.”

“Mmmngh! It’s not! My cunt isn’t that filthy!”

“Yeah, right—fuck.”

Despite his words, Doyoung kept hitching his ass up like he was truly begging to be filled. At that blatant demand, Seungwoo let out a nasty, amused laugh.

He extended a foot toward the spread cunt. He brought the toe close to the pink egg that peeked out from the small opening, about to slip free.

“Aahng!”

When he pressed down on the cunt lightly, Doyoung cried out with pleasure. Why did a sneaker grinding into his gaping cunt feel this good? As if begging for more, Doyoung braced his arms and lifted his crotch, thrusting it forward. He shook his ass roughly; the nipple clamps swung wildly, catching the phone flash and sparkling.

“Aahng! It feels good! Aaaahng, I love my cunt getting stepped on! Mmngh!”

Doyoung was out of his mind with sensation. Chasing only what he felt in his cunt, he threw his head back, lifted his crotch higher, and rubbed his cunt crazily against Seungwoo’s shoe. The stimulation was so intense that it felt like his clit might tear free along with the clamp. Swollen and stretched long, his clit was mashed brutally between the folds.

“Bitch, fuck. You’re masturbating by rubbing your dog-cunt on my foot while people stare?”

“Aahng. I’m masturbating with my cunt. Rubbing my cunt on your foot—aaaahng—it feels good. Please do more. Please let me do more.”

“You want to just spread it? Should I tell them to come over and fuck you?”

“Aahng! I want to get fucked! Please use this bitch’s dog-cunt already!”

“Fuck, you really think words are enough.”

Seungwoo pulled his foot away from Doyoung’s pussy—then grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face into the sand. Blindfolded, Doyoung flailed with one cheek pressed into the beach. The gritty sand scraped his skin, stung, and poured into his open mouth.

Then someone came up behind him.

He heard the sound of a zipper coming down—then a hot, heavy piece of flesh pressed against the entrance of his cunt.

“Mm—n-no! Don’t—!”