TSOTI – Side Story 3

Doyoung nodded, drunk on pleasure. He savored the lingering afterglow, rubbing his vaginal and anal walls against the still-twitching cocks that refused to die down.

​“How the hell are you going to go to work like this? Dripping cum front and back, planning to seduce everyone in the office? Get off and drain the cock juice in the bathroom. Don’t walk around advertising that you’re a cum-eating slut.”

​At the man’s words, Doyoung nodded. The man behind pulled his cock out of Doyoung’s anus after finishing his ejaculation. The moment the hot, filling flesh withdrew, cold air rushed into the suddenly empty hole. Doyoung shivered faintly, goosebumps rising. Thick semen poured heavily down the gaping entrance.

​“Ahh, ngh……! Hnng……!”

​The cock also slipped out of his front pussy. The instant the shafts that had been pleasuring him withdrew, Doyoung couldn’t suppress his regret and clenched his pussy hole, trying to hold them in. A small laugh came from the man in front. Realizing how blatantly he was acting like a slut pussy made Doyoung’s face flushed red.

​Rustle. Rustle.

​The man behind tidied Doyoung’s front. He pulled the panties back up, zipped the pants, and let the long shirt fall to cover the wet front. Even so, Doyoung kept twitching, still unable to escape the pleasure of the climax. It felt too good. Good enough that he wanted to be fucked by these two once more right then.

​Just then, the train, which had been racing forward, came to a stop. It was a station with little foot traffic.

​“Pussy. Time to get off here.”

​The man behind whispered. Doyoung bit his lip for a moment, then quietly moved his feet. Most passengers were heading toward the city center, so almost no one got off at this stop. Amid the near-empty exodus, only Doyoung and the two men surrounding him pushed through the crowd and stepped onto the platform.

​“Ha…….”

​Once off the train, Doyoung let out a short sigh. Fluid kept leaking from his pussy and anus, leaving his lower half sticky and uncomfortable. He glanced down at himself. The long shirt hid it somewhat, but the fabric was already soaked with semen—anyone could tell he’d just been up to something lewd.

​I’m insane. I really did it……

​The realization that he had truly done it on the subway flooded him with shame. His face burned to the tips of his ears; he froze in place. By the time he came to, the train had departed, leaving him alone on the empty platform. Strangely, the two men who had fucked him were nowhere to be seen.

​I need to get this out quickly…… It’s so sticky.

​Biting his lip, Doyoung started walking again. As the man behind had said, he planned to go to the bathroom and drain the cum. Each step made more semen gush from his front and back holes. Drip drip. The liquid sliding down his entrance made him shudder softly.

​As he headed from the platform down to the underground restroom, Doyoung felt another wave of arousal creeping in. Carrying lewd fluid inside his pussy made his whole body heat up. Struggling with the sticky sensation below, he quickened his steps toward the bathroom. He thought he’d finger himself while draining the cum.

​“Excuse me.”

​Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist. Doyoung jumped, shoulders hunching, and turned. A stranger stared at him with a flushed face. In his daze, Doyoung hadn’t realized, but this was the man who had watched him climax on the train and jerked off.

​“Uh, sorry…… but you’re really my type…… If you have just a minute, could we talk……?”

​For someone asking for “just a talk,” his crotch was bulging outrageously. Seeing Doyoung’s face again had made him hard instantly. He wanted to drag Doyoung somewhere and fuck him right now. If refused, he was ready to force him into the bathroom and rape him.

​The man had nearly lost his mind back on the train. Watching Doyoung moan lewdly between two men had driven him to stroke himself openly. That face—how much more obscene would it be naked?

​He wanted to rip those pants off right now. Forget social decency—he wanted to strip and rape Doyoung in front of everyone.

​“Ah…….”

​Doyoung bit his lip, troubled. Pain shot through his captured wrist. He carefully twisted, trying to pull free. But the man wouldn’t let go.

​“Excuse me, please let go. It hurts…”

​“Just a minute. Really just a minute. Five minutes, tops. If you’re busy, we can go to the bathroom over there…….”

​“Huh……?”

​Doyoung’s eyes widened in shock. Hearing “bathroom” made his cheeks blaze; his face burned. Asking to talk was already strange, but “bathroom” was suspicious. Especially since he had been heading there to drain cum and masturbate—the word itself triggered intense revulsion.

​“I don’t know what this is about, but I have nothing to say to you. This situation is already very unpleasant. Let go right now. Or else…….”

​At that moment, another voice cut in.

​“Hyung.”

​Both Doyoung—with his wrist still held—and the man gripping him turned at once. There stood the man who had been in front of Doyoung on the train. The stranger’s grip loosened instinctively. As the broad-shouldered, tall man approached with a hardened expression, an overwhelming pressure bore down on him.

​“What’s this guy? Someone you know?”

He spoke as though he and Doyoung were close, in a casually familiar manner. The man holding Doyoung panicked. On the train, they seemed complete strangers…… He’d thought Doyoung was being forced……

​“Well…….”

​Doyoung bit his lip, troubled. The stranger suddenly released his wrist in alarm and stammered.

​“N-no, nothing. I must’ve mistaken you for someone else…… Sorry. My bad.”

​Leaving an obviously lame excuse, the man scurried away. But before he could take more than a few steps, he collided with another man who had approached.

​“Ugh…….”

​The impact against the wide shoulder made him stagger; he clutched his arm. The other man was so big that even a simple collision hurt badly. Grimacing in pain, he groaned—only for the man to seize his wrist in a crushing grip. The agony felt like his wrist would snap; he screamed.

​“Haaah!”

​The man stepped close to the screaming stranger. Though his eyes were lazily lowered in boredom, they carried an intimidating sharpness. Even without glaring, the gaze felt piercing.

​“Why are you getting hard at a stranger?”

​The man spoke low. The pleasant, low voice sounded terrifying to the captured man.

​“Just looking makes you drool and your cock throb? So desperate to fuck you’re losing your mind?”

​The man twisted his wrist harder. The stranger’s teeth chattered as he whimpered.

​“No matter how horny you are, you should pick your targets. Didn’t you see? I was fucking him. No matter how tasty he looks, you don’t eye someone else’s property. Eat the wrong thing, and you’ll get sick.”

​With that, the man released his wrist. Already swollen and bruised purple, the stranger clutched it and bowed frantically.

​“S-sorry, sorry……”

​He fled, tail between his legs. The man who had drooled over Doyoung moments ago couldn’t even make a sound in front of these two.

​“Ha…….”

​The man let out a short, incredulous breath. Then he frowned slightly at Doyoung, who stared blankly. Stepping close, he placed a hand on Doyoung’s head. Doyoung looked up with wide, innocent eyes.

​“You keep wagging your tail at random guys?”

​He ruffled Doyoung’s hair reproachfully. Doyoung puffed his cheeks, aggrieved.

​“What did I do? That guy just came after me—what was I supposed to do?”

​“Idiot. Moaning and shaking your hips so openly on the subway—who wouldn’t follow?”

​“I don’t know. It felt good—what can I do?”

​At Doyoung’s words, both men burst out laughing. When they first suggested molesting him on the train, he’d refused to death, saying no, no. Yet after coming three times on the train, Seungwoo and Seungbin could only laugh in disbelief.

​“What are we going to do with this slut? One wrong move and he’s in heat, squirting anywhere. Always seducing strangers and dragging them along.”

​“I didn’t seduce anyone!”

Doyoung pouted. The sight was so cute that Seungbin pulled him into a hug and kissed him.

​“Hyung. You were so sexy earlier. If I’d been that guy, I would’ve dragged you somewhere and fucked you right then. How could anyone resist when you’re that lewd?”

​Doyoung’s face flushed again at Seungbin’s words. He, too, had been wildly aroused while being fucked by the two on the train. Their constant hints that he was being taken by strangers had let him fully immerse himself in the role and enjoy it.

​Of course, if it had been real strangers, he would’ve fought back with fists—but knowing it was Seungwoo and Seungbin let him surrender completely to the pleasure.

​“Hyung, look. I’m still hard. I got too excited earlier—my cock won’t go down.”

​Seungbin guided Doyoung’s hand to his erection. Even visually, the thick column bulged on his thigh; under Doyoung’s touch, it throbbed eagerly.

​Doyoung licked his lips. Feeling Seungbin’s cock twitch in his hand made him desperate to be fucked again.

​“Want to do it quickly before we go?”

​Seungwoo, reading Doyoung’s expression, suggested. Doyoung nodded shyly. After tasting the thrill of public sex, nothing soothed his burning body better than the station bathroom.

​“Let’s go. We’ll finish stuffing that pussy.”

​Led by the two men, Doyoung headed to the restroom. Rush hour had passed, and the station was quiet; the bathroom was empty. Without bothering with a stall, they pulled Doyoung to the sink, stripped his pants, lifted his shirt, and exposed his dripping pussy in the mirror.

​“Look at this slut dripping stranger cum.”

​Semen still leaked from Doyoung’s pussy. Smooth, hairless lips parted, white fluid oozing vulgarly—obscene and decadent. Seungwoo lifted one of Doyoung’s legs onto the sink. The lewd genitals opened even more blatantly.

​“Slut.”

​Seungbin chuckled. Without delay, he pulled his cock out and pressed close behind. He slid it between Doyoung’s thighs and watched in the mirror as his cock devoured Doyoung’s pussy.

​“Aang! Good!”

​With penetration, Doyoung cried out loud enough to echo through the bathroom. For someone getting fucked openly in a public restroom—however deserted—it was shockingly bold.

​Watching, Seungwoo took out his phone. He began recording Doyoung getting fucked in front of the mirror.

​“Total pervert.”

​Seungbin laughed and thrust upward. Drunk on sensation, Doyoung moaned wildly while being fucked and filmed. Lewd sounds filled the empty bathroom. What was supposed to be quick stretched on and on.

​***

​It had already been a month since Seungwoo and Seungbin came to Seoul. The three lived together in Doyoung’s one-room, just like on Banwol Island, fucking every day, living happily.

​The day the two waited in front of Doyoung’s place. Doyoung cried all night in their arms after so long apart. Sorry. Sorry for running away. I missed you so much. I love you so much. He poured out his aching heart until dawn.

​Holding and soothing him, the two simply smiled tenderly. It hadn’t been easy for them to come here either, so reuniting with Doyoung filled them only with happiness.

​Years had passed, yet nothing had changed. Just looking at Doyoung felt good; holding that small body made their hearts race until they could hardly breathe.

In truth, the two should never have left the island. It stemmed from the misfortune they suffered as children.

​Abandoned by their parents, they grew up together in an orphanage. Only a year apart, they relied on each other to survive the harsh orphanage life and became closer than brothers.

​When Seungbin turned eighteen, they were taken by an organization. The orphanage director—who pretended to be a kind social worker—had actually been connected to the underworld.

​Despite being minors, they were forced into all kinds of filthy work. Seungwoo learned how to survive the brutal world there. Fortunately—or unfortunately—the organization boss took a special liking to them. Young as they were, they were smart and quick-witted, proving useful in major operations.

​The organization’s highest income was from drug distribution. They are even manufactured in-house. Though the two learned only by watching, their natural talent allowed them to produce high-purity drugs no one else could.

​Word of their skill reached rival organizations. Once they learned the boss’s prized technicians were Seungwoo and Seungbin, the rivals tried relentlessly to recruit them. Each time, the two refused coldly.​

Then one day, a woman came to Seungbin. Carefully, she claimed to have been friends with his mother and told him about his parents. In truth, Seungbin had not been abandoned. His parents had been killed by the organization the boys belonged to—that was why they ended up in the orphanage.

​Learning this, Seungbin and Seungwoo burned with rage. Vowing revenge, they secretly visited the columbarium where Seungbin’s parents rested. There, Seungwoo promised them: no matter what, he would protect Seungbin.

​They fled the organization. After stabbing the boss in the heart. They escaped to a remote island and met an old woman running a guesthouse. This was before either had turned twenty.

​The kind old woman took in the pitiful boys and treated them like sons. Hiding their identities, they helped run the guesthouse and lived quietly on the island. But the frail woman soon passed, and they kept vigil at her simple funeral.

​Then…… someone found them. Not from their old organization, but the boss of a rival one. After a persistent investigation, he had tracked them to this remote island.

​He offered them a place in his organization. They refused outright. For days, violence and persuasion continued. The old organization was already hunting them for killing the boss. He threatened to leak their location if they didn’t cooperate.

​But Seungwoo and Seungbin held firm. They never wanted to return to that filth. Finally, their stubbornness impressed the rival boss. He liked that they refused to bend despite their youth.

​He proposed they manufacture drugs exclusively for him. No need to join his organization; he would help them live freely here. He would pay generously and—most importantly—protect them from their former group forever.

​Seungwoo, hardened by survival since childhood, judged accepting was right. What moved him most was the promise of lifelong protection from their old organization. Thus, Seungwoo and Seungbin produced what he needed and lived freely on the island.

​Their island life ended because of Doyoung.

​Unable to forget Doyoung after he left, the two finally decided to leave the island. They contacted the boss and said they were leaving. They were prepared even for death. They knew the boss who currently employed them would not let them go easily.