TSOTI – Chapter 2.8

“What do you want to do?”

Seungwoo asked one last time. Doyoung slowly blinked. He held Seungwoo’s gaze from close range, staring at him for a long moment.

“…Just…”

Doyoung gently closed his eyes. His expression was far more relaxed than before as his long lashes lowered and his lips moved.

“Please… keep going.”

At his answer, one of Seungwoo’s eyebrows twitched. Seungbin, too, looked at Seungwoo with clear surprise. A faint smile spread across Seungwoo’s face. Seeing Doyoung accept even something this cruel made his own arousal surge uncontrollably.

“Thank you, hyung.”

Seungwoo kissed Doyoung’s closed eyelids. He lingered briefly at his slightly parted lips, then pulled away. Seungbin kissed Doyoung’s cheek and lips as well, then leaned close to his still-reddened ear and whispered softly.

“You made a good choice. It’s really going to feel incredible.”

No sooner had Seungbin finished speaking than it began again. Seungwoo pushed deeper into him with force. Because he hadn’t pulled his hand out and had kept it halfway inside, the sphincter had already loosened further. Thanks to that, Seungwoo’s hand was able to pass the knuckles and slip into the narrower wrist as well.

Heungh…….”

Doyoung’s body jerked. Even though he’d chosen this himself, the pain was unavoidable; he trembled pitifully, swallowing his sobs deep in his throat.

At last, Seungwoo’s hand was sucked fully into Doyoung’s ass. The hole, struggling to swallow an adult man’s entire hand, quivered and fluttered. Even so, drunk on pleasure, the inner walls clenched tightly and began greedily sucking at his hand.

The sensation of those walls tightening was transmitted vividly through Seungwoo’s hand. Feeling that sticky, clinging friction with his hand instead of a cock sent a rush of euphoria through him. It felt like plunging his hand into an oil-soaked cloud—slick, warm, and overwhelmingly blissful.

Seungwoo smacked his lips as saliva kept pooling in his mouth, then began moving his hand slowly inside.

“Heungh, heu…… Heungh.”

He lightly traced along the inner walls. Careful not to scrape the tender flesh with his nails, he moved slowly, rubbing only with skin. Each time, Doyoung’s hips trembled and the inside pulsed. Watching him writhe in pleasure was delicious, no matter how many times he saw it.

“Hhng…”

Seungwoo slowly pushed deeper. Spreading his fingers wide, he slid them in until his fingertips brushed the intestines. The wrist that had been caught at the sphincter slipped inside, followed by his forearm. He kept pushing until his muscular lower arm was completely swallowed.

“Mmm… mm… mmm…”

Doyoung’s ass engulfed Seungwoo’s entire forearm. Outside the stretched hole, Seungwoo’s elbow bulged visibly. Doyoung whimpered without pause, on the verge of fainting. Taking something so thick and rough—nothing like a cock—left him barely able to breathe.

His stomach churned, nausea rising. Pain tore through not just his ass but his insides, like his organs were being ripped apart. A long mound rose along his abdomen as his intestines were pushed aside by the hand, swelling just below his sternum.

“Heueuk. Heuk. Heueuk, heuk…….”

Doyoung cried softly, tears spilling as he grimaced in agony. That sight—him sobbing with a man’s forearm buried inside him—held both men spellbound.

He looked impossibly delicate. The two of them stared, transfixed, at Doyoung whimpering with a man’s arm lodged in his ass.

“Hyung… why do you keep crying?”

Seungbin brushed away the strands of hair plastered to Doyoung’s sweaty face. His whole body was soaked as he fought desperately against the stimulation. Seungbin kissed every spot the hair left behind, soothing him gently, while tears continued to stream down Doyoung’s cheeks.

“You’re beautiful, hyung. The way you look right now—I can’t even put it into words.”

Seungbin meant it. At this moment, Doyoung was more beautiful than anyone else could ever be. Seungwoo felt the same; the heart he usually kept calm was racing like it had gone mad.

“Hyung. Even if it’s hard, just hold on a little longer. I’ll finish it quickly.”

The instant Seungbin finished whispering, Seungwoo moved again. With his forearm fully inside, he slowly pulled it back out. His arm, slick and gleaming with lube, slid from Doyoung’s ass. The gel made the lines of muscle stand out even more clearly.

“So obscene.”

Seungwoo muttered as he withdrew his forearm, leaving only his hand inside. The two of them stared at Doyoung’s trembling ass as it clenched around his hand. By now, Doyoung’s pussy was soaked, liquid streaming freely, while his erect cock dangled upside down between his legs.

“Your ass-pussy is fucking delicious. Doesn’t even compare to eating it with my cock.”

Seungwoo said it again, then began sliding his hand back in. Inside the gel-filled hole, he glided in and out smoothly, repeating the motion like riding a slick slope.

As the forearm slipped in and out, gently spreading the soft flesh, Doyoung’s ass gradually began to adapt. Pleasure started to surge through his nerves. Unlike a cock, a hand hid its bones; that unyielding hardness kept rubbing relentlessly against his prostate, making sensation spike rapidly.

“Mmm… mm… mm…”

Doyoung’s voice grew thick and sticky. Instinctively sensing that he’d started to feel it, Seungwoo’s eyes sharpened. He rotated his wrist, savoring every corner of Doyoung’s ass. Each time his palm brushed the tender insides, the cock tucked away in his pants twitched violently. The taste of that delicious pussy made his breath come faster.

“Slut. Does my forearm taste good?”

Seungwoo whispered. Drunk on sensation, Doyoung slowly parted his lips.

“Mmm…”

“I love it too. Feels so good, I want to tear your insides apart.”

Seungwoo’s low, sweet voice drifted into Doyoung’s ears, those filthy words making his heart race even faster.

“Slut. Try moving your ass. I want to see you eat my arm on your own.”

At his request, Doyoung actually began to move by himself. Like riding a cock upright and fucking himself, he drove himself down onto Seungwoo’s forearm, grinding greedily.

“Ah, aah, ah…… Mmmngh, ngh…….”

Schlick. Schlick.

Seungwoo’s forearm disappeared into Doyoung’s ass and emerged again, over and over. The stretched, swollen entrance clung tightly to the massive arm, snapping back against it as it slid in and out. When the arm was buried deep, Doyoung’s stomach bulged; when it pulled back, it flattened again. From outside, it was obvious exactly where Seungwoo’s hand was inside him.

“Ah… mm… mmm…”

Doyoung was no longer just enduring pain—he was moaning in pleasure. His lips parted slowly, his tongue slipping out as drool spilled freely.

“Mmm… mm… hhng…”

“Slut. Does it feel good grinding on my arm?”

Seungwoo asked again. Doyoung answered in a voice completely melted.

“Mmm… it feels good… mmm.”

“Then you should move faster. How are you supposed to come like that?”

“Faster…”

“Come by moving on your own. Show us how you go with my arm inside you.”

With unfocused, hazy eyes, Doyoung nodded. He lifted his hips high and stuffed Seungwoo’s forearm in as deep as it would go. Letting his body drop, he dragged his ass down with it—then snapped it back up again.

“Mm!”

With a short cry, he began rocking his hips, slamming himself down to hit the right spots. Seungwoo smiled and slapped Doyoung’s bouncing ass hard. Smack, smack—the sound of flesh being struck mixed with the wet squelch of gel-filled depths being worked.

“Slut. You’re going to tear your ass apart. You like it that much? Going crazy chewing on my arm like that.”

Doyoung moved even faster, more aroused by the taunts.

“Answer me when I talk to you.”

Seungwoo slapped his ass hard again. Doyoung threw his head back, moaning blissfully.

“Ah—ah! Ah! It feels good! Grinding on your arm feels so good!”

“No wonder you’re a slut. You even like having an arm shoved in. What’re you gonna do if you can’t use your ass anymore? If it won’t close and shit just leaks out?”

“Mmm… I don’t know… mm… that kind of thing…”

“Hah… doesn’t matter? You can just walk around with a toy plugging the hole?”

Seungwoo and Seungbin burst out laughing. Seungbin even leaned down to kiss Doyoung’s ass affectionately.

To reward Doyoung for being so cute and eager, Seungbin brought his hand to Doyoung’s pussy. While Doyoung continued grinding himself on the forearm, Seungbin shoved four fingers inside his cunt and stirred it roughly.

“Ah—! Feels good!”

With hands in both his ass and pussy, Doyoung cried out in delight. He threw his head back, drooling, tongue hanging out. From his cock dripped a clear fluid—whether precum, prostate fluid, or urine, it was impossible to tell. His prostate had been worked so hard that it seemed completely broken.

“Pussy-hyung. Isn’t your mouth-pussy bored too?”

Seungbin brought his hand forward and shoved fingers into Doyoung’s panting mouth. He pushed them deep into his throat and pulled them back again, stimulating his mouth until Doyoung gagged violently.

“Morning sickness already, hyung? Did you get pregnant with our baby already?”

Seungbin laughed, and Seungwoo chuckled softly.

“You know how tight your pussy gets every time you gag? It’s like it’s trying to bite my fingers off.”

The same was true of his ass. Every time Doyoung retched, his ass clenched hard around Seungwoo’s forearm. Seungwoo was delirious with arousal—the way Doyoung’s insides clung to him felt too good to bear.

“Slut. When are you gonna come? If you can’t, do you want me to make you?”

As he spoke, Seungwoo reached for Doyoung’s head. Sensing what was coming, Seungbin quickly pulled his fingers from Doyoung’s mouth. Thud. Seungwoo slammed Doyoung’s head down onto the table and clenched his hand into a fist inside him.

“Hup!”

Holding Doyoung’s face down, Seungwoo began to piston his fist.

Doyoung’s belly swelled like he was pregnant, his organs stretched grotesquely around the fist. He ended up taking Seungwoo’s full fist inside him. Inside his body, the fist began to move.

“Aheuuu, aang!”

The huge fist drove in deep, punched his insides, then pulled back just before the sphincter. Doyoung’s body shook violently, and fluid burst from his cock, splashing over the tabletop.

“Wow. Our slut came just from one fist?”

Doyoung let out animalistic cries. The pleasure of climax was so overwhelming, he couldn’t even feel the pain in his battered stomach.

“You’re already coming like this? We’re just getting started with the fists.”

Seungwoo drew his arm back again, then slammed it in harder, faster, punching into him once more. Unable to withstand it, Doyoung spasmed and screamed, spraying liquid from his cock as he wailed.

“You’re loving this.”

Seungwoo sneered, then shoved his hand back in again. From that moment on, he began pounding relentlessly. Doyoung’s body shook violently, the table beneath him creaking and swaying as if it might collapse.

“Ah—ah! Mmm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mmm!”

Doyoung cried out happily, ecstatically, his screams echoing through the yard. His face was smeared with sweat, tears, and drool, his thighs soaked with the fluids spilling from his pussy under Seungbin’s fingers. The table that had once held beer was now flooded with Doyoung’s juices and cum, all of it sloshing down onto the platform below as it shook.

The cloudless sky was drenched in moonlight, countless stars scattered like glitter, shining down brightly on the three sweat-soaked bodies.

“Ah—mm! Ah! Mm! Mm! Mm!”

Thud.

The fist drove past the rectum and into the bent colon, smashing deep into Doyoung’s belly. Fluid poured helplessly from his cock. He howled, his mind flickering in and out as unbearable pleasure tore through him.

“You’re coming again?”

Seungwoo ground his teeth. He lifted his body halfway up, then began driving his fist down from above. With each faster, harder punch, Doyoung screamed like he’d gone mad.

“Fuck. This is insane.”

Seungbin muttered, watching. Each brutal thrust made Doyoung’s abdomen bulge obscenely, like the fist might burst through his skin. Entranced, Seungbin reached out and grabbed the swelling belly, kneading it as it rose and fell.

“Ah—ah! Aah!”

Doyoung threw his head back. Between the savage fistwork and his insides being kneaded, it was more than he could bear. His mind felt like it was going to explode. His body, long past control, convulsed violently. The inside of him burned as every nerve boiled over, something trapped deep inside finally detonating.

“Heungh!”

Doyoung’s body arched backward sharply. Head thrown back, hips locked in place, he froze—then pleasure poured down from the crown of his head. Like the Milky Way streaking across the night sky, endless ecstasy washed over his entire body. Doyoung slowly closed his eyes, surrendered to the rapture flooding him, and collapsed.

Thud.

He slumped forward onto the table. Moments later, he lost consciousness completely. His expression looked more peaceful than ever, as if even in his dreams he were still savoring the afterglow of orgasm.

“…Ha.”

With Doyoung passed out, Seungwoo let out an empty breath. Seungbin, watching, did the same.

Then they noticed the yellow liquid streaming down from the table. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Doyoung had pissed himself as he passed out.

“This is insane.”

Seungwoo muttered. Watching a man pass out with a fist inside him was already obscene enough—pissing himself on top of that was just beyond belief. What the hell was he supposed to do with a slut this filthy? Even standing still, he was arousing enough to drive him crazy—what was he supposed to do if it kept going like this?

“He really pissed himself and passed out, right?”

Seungbin muttered blankly. Seungwoo nodded silently.

“Fuck… hyung. I’m so fucking horny. I’m losing my mind.”

Seungbin was still dazed, barely holding onto his sanity from how obscene Doyoung was.

Seungwoo felt the same. He’d never met anyone who made him burn like this.

“….”

Seungwoo slowly bent down and pressed a quiet kiss to the unconscious Doyoung’s forehead. Seungbin’s eyes narrowed as he watched.

That just now… he’d never seen Seungwoo act like that before.

Soon, a faint smile curved Seungbin’s lips. He silently smiled as he watched Seungwoo pull back. Above them, the summer moon continued to tilt, and the clusters of stars still shone beautifully in the dark sky.