TSOTI – Chapter 4.1

“Well done, bitch.”

As if praising him, Seungwoo stroked the head of the prostrate Doyoung. For a moment, Doyoung even felt the illusion that he had truly become a dog.

Before long, Seungwoo began taking more items out of the shopping bag. While he did, Seungbin lifted his phone, turned on the flash, and started recording.

“Just walking would be boring, right? Don’t you think so, bitch?”

Seungwoo asked again. Doyoung, still dazed and flustered, couldn’t respond.

Smack.

“Hng!”

As if punishing a dog that wouldn’t answer, Seungwoo lashed Doyoung’s ass. Startled, Doyoung jolted and let out a short scream.

“I’m pretty sure I told you to answer when I ask you something.”

Tears welled in Doyoung’s eyes. Not only did the slapped ass sting, but the clamps shook violently with the jolt, sending pain through his nipples and clitoris.

“S-Sorry…… Master…….”

Doyoung replied in a trembling voice. The sight of him like that twisted the desires of those watching. The more he cried, the more he suffered, the more excited Seungwoo and Seungbin became. It made them want to break him—torment that body until it was utterly ruined.

“Bitch. Lift one leg like when you piss.”

At the command, Doyoung’s face flushed. Even if he’d agreed to become a dog, that was too much—he hesitated.

But only briefly. When Seungwoo slapped the ass bound by the garter belt hard, Doyoung reflexively lifted his leg. Bracing both arms against the sand, he raised one leg high like a dog taking a piss, fully exposing the two genitals he possessed.

“Ah…!”

Doyoung gasped in shame. Something was entering his pussy while he held the bitch position.

He turned to see what was being inserted. It was a pink, egg-shaped object. A long cord extended like a tail, ending in a small controller.

“Hng, hng!”

Seungwoo pushed one small device after another into Doyoung’s pussy. In total, four eggs settled inside him. Using the band on Doyoung’s thigh, he organized the protruding cords, then activated each controller. All four eggs inside Doyoung began vibrating at once. Doyoung threw his head back and howled like a dog.

“Heuup! Hup! Haheuk, heuk!”

His insides churned. The eggs, packed tight enough to press against his cervix, moved freely inside him, grinding against his inner walls and pleasure points, overwhelming him. Without anyone telling him to, he drooled like a dog, eyes rolling back as he moaned like an animal.

There was no denying it—he was a bitch through and through. A filthy bitch in heat, cunt spread wide, belly stuffed with eggs.

“Hik, hik. Hiik, heungh, hik.”

Doyoung’s body spasmed. The sight of him with his tongue lolling out, drool dripping freely, was obscene enough to inspire awe. In the darkness, Seungbin illuminated Doyoung with the phone’s flash, capturing everything without missing a moment. Naked on an open beach, clutching eggs and thrashing in ecstasy—Doyoung looked like a porn film come to life.

“Our bitch really can’t get a grip on herself.”

Tsk. Clicking his tongue, Seungwoo took out another item from the bag. This time, it was a riding crop—a black whip with a long, flexible shaft.

A rectangular piece of leather was attached to the tip. It was heavy, reeking of thick, real leather. Not a toy, but an actual riding crop—dangerous enough to split skin if misused.

Smack.

The black crop sliced through the air and struck Doyoung’s pussy, already filled with eggs. Gasp! A scream tore out of him as he felt a horrifying pain, like his flesh was being torn off. The struck area burned, while the eggs inside him buzzed violently, rattling his womb.

“Bitch. Are you going to stay out of it? Didn’t you hear me say we’re going for a walk?”

Seungwoo raised his hand again. Sensing instinctively that the whip was about to strike his pussy once more, Doyoung cried out in desperation.

“I-I’ll do it! I’ll go for a walk! I’m sorry. P-Please don’t hit me, Master…….”

Apparently pleased by the response, Seungwoo smiled faintly. The sight of that lewd body begging its owner was irresistibly arousing. Seungbin, filming it all, looked equally satisfied.

Doyoung was always pretty—but he was prettiest when he cried and begged. It couldn’t be helped. A body born with two cunts solely to please men was far more lovable when being degraded like this.

“Then let’s get moving, bitch.”

Seungwoo spoke kindly to the obedient dog. Swallowing the moans that kept spilling out, Doyoung crawled forward with difficulty. As he lifted his knees and moved, his cunt tightened, the eggs scraping obscenely along his inner walls. At the same time, the swinging clamps tormented his nipples and clit. A moan escaped him before he could stop it.

“Aaah…!”

Seungwoo and Seungbin burst out laughing. A bitch that couldn’t hold back her moans even while crawling naked across a beach… how utterly filthy—going into heat without a shred of shame despite this treatment. Truly fitting for a bitch born with two cunts.

“Bitch. Stop fluttering that cunt and hurry up. It’s a long way to the end of the beach.”

Having learned with his body that silence earned him punishment, Doyoung answered obediently, his voice meek.

“Y-Yes…… Master. Mmmng.”

Seeing how quickly Doyoung adapted, Seungwoo raised his shoulders in mild surprise. Like a true owner, he walked the beach holding the leash in one hand and the crop in the other, Doyoung crawling beside him.

“Mmmng, heungh. Ngh…….”

Step by step, Doyoung crawled across the sand on all fours. Each time his palms and knees pressed into the ground, the coarse sand scraped his skin—but that pain was nothing compared to the eggs vibrating inside him.

Whenever the eggs buzzed and pressed against his womb, the clamps on his nipples and clit shook, stimulating him further. With all his sensitive points assaulted at once, Doyoung began to grow frenzied with arousal.

“Hhng—! Hng… mmh…”

He moaned the entire time. From his already stretched pussy, fluid streamed freely, running down his thighs and dripping onto the sand, leaving wet trails everywhere he crawled.

To capture it all, Seungbin pushed the camera lens close to Doyoung’s pussy. Lit by the flash, it gleamed wetly. Through the gaping hole, the pink eggs lodged inside were clearly visible, wobbling. The leaking fluids, the fluttering flesh—everything was recorded raw and unfiltered.

“Bitch. You like walking around naked on the beach that much? Been spreading your cunt all day like a lunatic. What’ll you do if someone sees you like this? Would you like other people to see you stripped bare, acting like a dog-cunt?”

Seungwoo asked. Overwhelmed by the shame, Doyoung shook his head violently.

“N-no… not that… hngh…”

“No? Then why are you walking around with your cunt spread like you want someone to look? You know, anyone can come here, right? Someone could appear any second.”

“Mmmng. I-I didn’t know…… That…… Heungh.”

“Should we show everyone our bitch’s cunt when someone passes by?”

“Ah, no! No, Master. If others see my pussy……!”

“Doesn’t matter anyway since it’s a slut pussy. You’re always naked in the yard begging to be fucked by anyone.”

“Th-that’s… hngh… because you told me to…”

“Bitch. Even if I told you to, if you really hated it, you shouldn’t have done it. You wanted to show your cunt to other people, didn’t you? Hm?”

Tears filled Doyoung’s eyes. He’d really only done what they told him to—yet Seungwoo calling him a filthy rag hurt all the same.

“No… it’s really not like that…”

“Just wait, bitch. When people come by, we’ll show them everything.”

Doyoung sobbed, pearl-like tears dripping from his impossibly pretty face onto the sand.

“Strangers will take turns fucking your bitch pussy until your belly’s full of unknown seed. Our bitch gets knocked up here tonight. Got it?”

Doyoung’s sobbing intensified. That—he truly hated. No matter how filthy and aroused he was like this, it was only possible in front of Seungwoo and Seungbin. He didn’t want anyone else to see him in this state. Only them—only in front of them did he want to be humiliated and toyed with.

“Heueuk, heuk. Master. Please. Heueuk…… Heuk.”

“Bitch. What are you doing? Hurry up. You want to be punished?”

Seungwoo raised the crop and brought it down hard on Doyoung’s egg-filled cunt.

“Aaaah!”

Splash. Liquid burst out of his pussy. Crying and suffering just moments before, Doyoung came the instant his pussy was struck. Fluid poured from around the vibrating eggs. From his dangling, erect cock, clear liquid spilled out, splattering the sand.

Seeing him climax, Seungwoo frowned and clicked his tongue—then continued striking the gushing cunt with the crop.

“Spraying like a fountain at every chance. Getting excited just hearing about other men. This is why you’re treated like a bitch—no loyalty, just a filthy dog-cunt obsessed with cocks.”

Even as he was berated, Doyoung, drunk on pleasure, shook his hips, being whipped, squirting, moaning. “Ah—! Aaaah!” His high cries echoed across the beach as the sand beneath him was soaked with cunt-juice and semen.

“Hngh… mm…”

After spasming for a while, Doyoung sagged, letting out a long moan as his orgasm ended. A bitch who collapsed without permission was promptly punished—Seungwoo lifted a foot and stomped down on Doyoung’s pussy.

“Aaah! Aaaah!”

Freshly climaxed and with clamps on his clitoris, the sneaker sole crushing his genitals was unbearable. Doyoung convulsed and wailed.

Despite how filthy and miserable it was, the moment Seungwoo’s foot toyed with his cunt, Doyoung was unbearably aroused. Having already climaxed once, his reason was completely gone—he was nothing but a dog.

The sensation of a foot on his cunt felt so good that his eyes rolled back. Shame burned through him, his whole body overheated beyond endurance.

“Aaaang, good! Good! Master, trample my pussy more! Mmmngh, pussy loves being trampled!”

Driven mad by pleasure, Doyoung spewed obscenities without restraint, thrusting his hips upward, shaking obscenely to be stepped on more.

“Is this a punishment, or a reward?”

Seungwoo muttered incredulously as he watched Doyoung practically die of pleasure underfoot. Seungbin laughed as well, filming the scene.

“Bitch. Stop acting up and get moving. Unless you want your pussy flesh beaten off, hurry.”

Seungwoo withdrew his foot. Though Doyoung had loved being trampled, he had to obey his master’s command and reluctantly rose.

“Mmmng. Ngh……. Heungh.”

Even in that brief moment, he let out lewd moans. Watching him, Seungwoo suddenly squatted in front of him, grabbed his chin, and studied his face up close.

Doyoung looked utterly unfocused, eyes glazed, tongue hanging out—reason nowhere to be found.

“Bitch. Does walking around naked feel that good?”

Drool dripping, Doyoung moved his lips languidly.

“Yes. Feels good, Master. Walking while Master hits me is so arousing.”

“Want me to make our bitch feel even better? There’s one more thing that suits you perfectly.”

“Yes. Please make this bitch’s cunt feel good. Do whatever you want, Master.”

His expression and tone couldn’t have been more submissive. A dog that obeyed without question—Doyoung truly was a bitch now.

Though already satisfied, Seungwoo blindfolded him to enjoy things even more. It was something he’d wanted to try—teasing Doyoung freely with his sight taken away.

“Mmm…… Heu…….”

Covering his eyes with a lace handkerchief left Doyoung completely at Seungwoo’s mercy. With his vision gone, every other sensation sharpened—the brush of wind, the grit of sand against his knees.

And the stimulation from the vibrating eggs inside his pussy felt all the more intense. The dangling nipples and clit, too.

Drool streamed endlessly from Doyoung’s mouth. The anxiety of blindness only fueled his rising arousal.

“Alright, start walking again, bitch.”

Standing up, Seungwoo commanded, tugging the leash and lightly striking Doyoung’s ass with the crop.

“Aah! Y-yes…”

Doyoung resumed crawling. Holding the leash, Seungwoo walked alongside him, occasionally striking Doyoung’s pussy and anus with the crop.

Thud. Thud.

The sound of night waves pierced Doyoung’s ears. Blindfolded, he couldn’t see anything, but the wet sand brushing against him told him how close the sea was.

Under faint moonlight, Doyoung panted like a dog, crawling on. Against the deep navy sea, the sight of him crawling on a leash was captured in full by Seungbin’s phone. As beautiful as the backdrop was, the image of Doyoung turning into a dog was just as beautiful—his body somehow shining even more in such perverse acts.

The way his ass jiggled with every step, his slim thighs slick with fluid, and his gaping cunt fluttering greedily around the pink eggs—everything was obscenely erotic. Seungbin didn’t want to miss a single detail.

Starting to film had been the right choice. Only seeing such a beautiful body once would have been cruel. He wanted to preserve everything—to revisit it for as long as possible. Every inch of Doyoung, every breath, even every drop of fluid leaking from his pussy.

“Bitch. Aren’t you bored just walking?”

Seungwoo asked, enjoying the crawl. He’d noticed Doyoung’s anus puckering continuously—since only his front cunt had been filled, the back one seemed lonely. With two cunts, it wasn’t fair to favor only one.

“I’ll poke your asshole too, so keep walking.”

Before the words even finished, Seungwoo shoved the crop straight into Doyoung’s anus.

“Aah!”

The stiff leather scraped his inner walls as it plunged in, making Doyoung scream. But once Seungwoo pushed it deep and began thrusting it in and out, pleasure quickly replaced shock, and Doyoung shook his hips, moaning loudly.

“Aaah! It’s so good! Please fuck my asshole more! Ruin this bitch’s asshole-cunt!”

His cries echoed across the beach as he drooled shamelessly, begging to be fucked, calling himself a bitch without a hint of shame.

“Bitch. Your owner’s fucking your cunt himself—why aren’t you moving?”

“Aah… s-sorry… it feels too good…”

“Move faster. Then I’ll keep fucking your asshole.”

“Hngh… yes, Master. I’ll keep moving.”

Blindfolded, Doyoung stretched out his arms and moved his knees. Each motion dragged the leather inside him, scraping sharply.

“Aaah! So good!”