TSOTI – Side Story 1

On a midsummer morning, just standing on the outdoor platform was enough to make his collar clammy. The sunlight had baked the platform floor, and the air hung heavy; the slightest movement brought beads of sweat to his forehead. Doyoung stood quietly in a full, long-sleeved suit like any other office worker. Noon had not yet arrived, yet the morning air already felt like midday heat.

The sound of the train approaching made the heat-oppressed waiting crowd surge forward all at once. Doyoung naturally blended into the flow.

The train car was already packed full. Bodies were crammed so tightly that touching shoulders and arms was the bare minimum; even raising an arm slightly to grab the strap made him tense, worried about brushing the person next to him. The air conditioning was clearly running, but the breeze passing overhead had traveled through so many bodies that almost no coolness remained.

A sticky dampness rose below his waist, suffocating. Somewhere, a faint sour smell of dried sweat drifted. The floor space was so narrow that toes touched; beyond taking one deep breath, there was nothing he could do.

Whenever the train swayed, the passengers tilted together like bean sprouts in a steamer. Someone’s bag pressed into a side, and another briefly raised an elbow to steady themselves. Yet no one had the leisure to show displeasure. Everyone, faces laden with fatigue, simply endured in silence, hoping only to get through this section.

And so Doyoung stood mute, holding his breath inside the midsummer morning commute subway. When the next station arrived, new crowds forced their way into the already packed gaps.

“Ah…….”

Suddenly, a man pressed right up behind Doyoung. In the tight space, the contact was unavoidable; he could clearly feel the man’s cock pressing against his ass. The thick flesh kneaded and rubbed his ass cheeks with shameless clarity. Suspicious movement.

He moved slowly but with clear intent. This was not merely incidental rubbing from the train’s motion. The act carried an obvious sexual purpose. The steadily growing cock spoke for itself.

“…….”

Doyoung softly bit his lip. As time passed, the man’s actions grew more blatant; he began openly grinding his cock along the cleft of Doyoung’s ass. For someone accustomed to taking cock in his hole during sex, this kind of stimulation was impossible to endure calmly. His insides swelled tight; the man’s rigid, straight shaft kept stabbing inward as though trying to burrow deeper, rubbing relentlessly.

Doyoung felt the sensation was utterly inappropriate for a subway and wanted to push the man away. In a public place, surrounded by countless people, he could not simply allow a stranger to rub his cock against his ass like this.

Yet every time that cock thrust between his cheeks, every time the massive flesh forced its way into the tightly clenched cleft and ground against him, his heart pounded wildly, and his breathing grew ragged—there was no stopping it. The more insistently the flesh pushed inward, the wetter his lower half grew, slick and soaking.

Doyoung began to grow aroused by a cock whose owner he did not even know. Meanwhile, the train sped on and arrived at the next station. This time, the doors on the side he faced opened. Once again, a flood of people poured inside.

“Ha…….”

In the now even denser crowd, Doyoung let out a small moan. The man drew closer still and placed a hand on his ass. Deciding Doyoung had no intention of resisting, he grew bolder. He rubbed his now fully erect cock along the cleft while gripping and kneading Doyoung’s ass cheeks firmly.

Doyoung could no longer hold back moans as arousal overwhelmed him. Each time the cock ground between his thighs, the slick area was stimulated, making his pussy twitch. His panties—and soon the crotch of his pants—were thoroughly soaked. His own erect cock began leaking precum inside his underwear, straining upward.

This can’t happen…… I have to push him away quickly…… But it feels too good. I can’t move at all. What if someone sees? What if they catch me this aroused……

Doyoung cautiously shifted his gaze to check the surroundings. Fortunately, no one seemed to pay him any attention. People stared at their phones in the cramped space or wore earphones with eyes closed. Packed so tightly, no one could possibly see his lower half where it pressed against the man behind.

For some reason, that fact brought him a sense of relief. A dangerous relief.

“……?”

At that moment, another man pressed in from the front. Much taller than him, Doyoung couldn’t lift his head enough to see the face, but he was wearing a black suit and had an exceptionally broad chest.

The man came suspiciously close and pressed his body against Doyoung. Pushed by the subway crowd, Doyoung had no choice but to bury his face in the wide chest. Naturally, his lower belly met the man’s crotch. He could feel the cock against his abdomen. Even soft, the thick, long flesh was unmistakable. If it felt this big now, erect, it would be enormous.

While Doyoung’s mind was caught by the man in front, suddenly the one behind removed his hand from the ass. Is he stopping? As if mocking Doyoung’s naive hope, the man slipped his hand between the cheeks.

He began to caress deeper between the thighs. Unlike ordinary people, Doyoung had two genitals—the man’s hand pushed inside his pussy.

“Hup!”

Startled, Doyoung let out a small cry. But the sound was too faint, swallowed by subway noise, unheard by others. Thump thump. His heart began pounding violently. The humid, stifling subway air combined with his racing pulse caused a slight dizziness.

The man’s touch, now openly lustful, grew even bolder. Having delved deep between his thighs, he groped the pussy and found the clitoris. His middle finger pressed firmly down on it. When Doyoung flinched in surprise, he began rubbing openly.

In his confusion, Doyoung squeezed his eyes shut.

How…… How does he know I have a pussy? He’s touching it exactly. Even though it’s through my pants, the same spot keeps getting rubbed—I’m getting so aroused. I might come soon.

Feeling the rapidly rising pleasure, Doyoung opened his eyes again. Then, in a tiny voice amid the packed subway crowd, he spoke.

“Ah, no…… Please stop. You can’t do that there.”

Unfortunately—or fortunately—his voice was so small it drowned in the noisy train. The man rubbed his clitoris rapidly. Strength gradually drained from Doyoung’s legs; they began to tremble.

“Stop…… Stop…… Not here…….”

Doyoung pleaded repeatedly. Then the man leaned down and brought his lips to Doyoung’s ear. Soon his breath warmed the shell. A pleasant, low voice sank into his eardrum.

“Be quiet. Unless you want everyone to hear.”

Doyoung’s face twisted. The intense shame of being subjected to such perverted acts in public surged over him. He hated himself for letting a stranger rub his pussy through his pants, soaking them, trembling.

Yet the relentless waves of arousal made his body heat up. The man’s touch was rough; his voice was sweet. The deep, heavy timbre made Doyoung’s heart pound wildly. Even as he thought no, he began melting under the man’s hands.

It was an unavoidable instinct. His body had already been steeped in bitch-like habits; he had no strength left to resist this thrill.

“Mmm…… But…… But the train is too dangerous…… Hnng…….”

As Doyoung’s breathing grew rougher, suddenly the man in front reached toward him. He placed a hand over Doyoung’s crotch and began kneading the twitching cock inside his pants. The one behind caressed his pussy while the one in front massaged his cock—Doyoung began to collapse helplessly.

“Please. Please…… Stop. No more…….”

Doyoung begged. Then the man in front let out a small laugh. Doyoung’s face burned hot. The clear mockery made it all the more humiliating.

“Ah, no……!”

After kneading Doyoung’s cock for a while, the man moved his hand to the zipper. Contrary to Doyoung’s desperate hope that he wouldn’t go this far, he really did pull down the zipper in the crowded subway.

In shock, Doyoung tried to push him away. But the man in front caught his reaching wrist first.

“Hup.”

With one hand restrained, Doyoung could only helplessly surrender his lower half. The man casually opened the zipper fully and slipped his hand inside the underwear. He pulled Doyoung’s cock out. Fortunately, the long shirt and jacket covered it from a plain view, but the direct grip on bare flesh made the stimulation far more intense.

Doyoung trembled, face twisted in shame and tears.

“Hng……!”

The man began stroking the cock. In a space full of countless people, Doyoung stood with his cock exposed, toyed with by a stranger’s hand. His vision reddened; his mind spun. Yet amid it all, the pleasure from his stimulated cock set his whole body ablaze.

“This isn’t right. This really isn’t…….”

Doyoung tried in a shaking voice, but the two men paid no heed. The one behind went further—pulling his hand from the pussy and reaching forward. He boldly slipped inside the underwear. While the front man stroked the cock, he began caressing the pussy. Spreading the already drenched lips, he rubbed the quietly nestled clitoris.

“No! Not there—really not there!”

Doyoung cried out softly, tears in his voice. But contrary to his words, his body was already accepting their touch. His pussy burned hot, soaking his pants crotch thoroughly. The cock being stroked in front leaked precum in streams down the shaft.

Doyoung truly felt he would go mad. This couldn’t happen, yet the ecstasy of being played with by two men’s hands was too overwhelming—he couldn’t push them away.

“No…… Don’t…… If you keep touching like that…… Hnng. I can’t take it…….”

Doyoung’s voice was as wet and sticky as his soaked pussy. Before he knew it, he was breathing hotly, moaning. The man behind grew even bolder—beyond rubbing the clitoris, he began thrusting fingers into the pussy hole.

“Ah, ah……!”

Doyoung moaned. In the packed morning commute subway, he buried his flushed face in the front man’s chest and let out lewd cries. SQUELCH. SQUELCH. The sound of wet pussy being fingered seemed to ring in his ears. The man’s hand thrusting into the plump, full vagina felt as though it would melt his lower half completely.

“Ah, good…… Mmm. Ngh…….”

Too lost in pleasure, Doyoung forgot he was surrendering both pussy and cock to strangers on the subway. He no longer even registered the risk of being seen, simply yielding his body to their hands.

It felt too good to think straight. Public decency, human dignity—throw all that in the incinerator; he wanted to cling to these two men and beg them to finger his pussy deeper.

Their touch was too skilled. As though they knew exactly which spots made him feel best, they handled his genitals with more familiarity than anyone.

“Mmm. Ngh…… Pussy—finger my pussy more. Something bigger and harder than this…… Mmmng.”

At first, he had said no, but now—melted by arousal and seeking cock—his behavior made both men burst into simultaneous laughter. Meanwhile, the train stopped again; exiting and entering passengers crossed.

As the train departed, once more people jostled and swayed. Doyoung leaned into the two tall men enveloping him, surrendering his body.

“Hup, hng……!”

The man behind withdrew his hand from the panties. Before Doyoung’s pussy could ache with loss, he slipped his wet fingers back inside. This time, he brought them to the cleft and rubbed the puckered anus entrance with his middle finger, slick from pussy juices.

Doyoung’s body jolted upright. The touch at his hole sent goosebumps racing across his skin; his fingertips tingled.

“Ha…… There…… That place is really not…….”

The words lacked any sincerity, spoken from a body already completely melted. They sounded more like encouragement, drawing mocking laughs from the two men. The man behind moved to the vacated pussy while the one in front thrust his middle finger inside the hole, then pressed his palm against the clitoris and began rubbing.

“Haan, there, there…… Hnng. That’s not allowed, hnng. Stop, stop please…… Please stop…… hnng.”

Doyoung begged. Though his words refused, pleasure made him shake his hips. The vulgarly trembling ass cheeks jiggled, delighting the man behind. Praising this obedient ass, he pushed the finger that had been circling the entrance deep inside the hole.

“Aang!”

Doyoung cried out loudly without realizing. This time, the sound was too big; the man beside him glanced over. With his face buried in the front man’s chest, Doyoung couldn’t see, but he knew he had made a mistake. Even on a busy morning commute, that would have been heard.

“Quiet. Unless you want to be stripped and fucked in front of everyone.”

The man behind whispered softly. Doyoung felt so ashamed and humiliated that he nearly sobbed. His body had truly become an irredeemable slut—he hated it. Yet even now, greedily clenching around the fingers invading him front and back, he hated his own body most.

“Hng!”

Again, the men’s fingers moved rapidly. Behind, they gently scraped the slick, plump inner walls of the hole dripping with oil; in front, they crushed the clitoris while rubbing the drenched vaginal walls. The man behind was busy. As though searching, he kept feeling along the walls.

Soon, his fingertip caught on something small and blunt. He pressed the tip firmly against it—hard.

“Aang!”

Doyoung cried out loudly again. Then, forgetting all social face, he began shaking his hips wildly. At this point, even the man standing beside noticed something suspicious and began watching openly. Oblivious, Doyoung moaned mindlessly, body rocking.

“Aaaang, aang. Ahng, mmmng. Good. Good. Love getting my ass fingered.”

Doyoung chirped softly like a baby bird. His reaction spurred the men; their hands moved even faster. Focusing solely on the prostate without touching anywhere else, they set Doyoung’s body ablaze. His pussy gushed madly while his rigid cock shook violently.

“Aang, I’m coming! I’m gonna come!”