DG Ch 2.3

Taegyeong’s mouth fell open, his eyes rolling back. His body slumped forward.

“F*ck, Lee Taegyeong!”

Seo Wooyeol cursed under his breath and lifted Taegyeong’s limp body.

“…Dirty, my a$s.”

The pristine naked body was still alluring and smooth. Wooyeol carried Taegyeong to the bed and continued thrusting. Even unconscious, Taegyeong’s hole diligently milked his c*ck.

Thrust, thrust! Wooyeol buried his c*ck to the root and panted. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead onto Taegyeong’s chest.

“Lee Taegyeong, f*ck… Lee Taegyeong. I’ve thought about you so much. F*ck!”

The moist flesh warmly enveloped his c*ck. He thrust deep inside, and his gl*ns hit the delicate flesh.

Gasp, gasp.

Seo Wooyeol held Taegyeong close, thrusting in and out for a long time. Then, spurt— he filled Taegyeong with his thick s*men. The slick insides became even wetter.

Looking at Taegyeong’s sleeping face hardened his c*ck even further. Seo Wooyeol pulled out, stroking his c*ck, and brought it close to Taegyeong’s pretty face. Sticky s*men dripped onto his cheeks and lips.

“Haa… You’re the only guy who looks good covered in c*m.”

Seo Wooyeol grabbed Taegyeong’s cheeks and patted them. Wake up. He called his name and shook him, but there was no response.

Seo Wooyeol frowned and took out a syringe. A guide-specific aphrodisiac. It was like a nutrient, helping them quickly replenish their energy. Just one dose was like a potent drug, making their a$ses heat up and tremble.

Without hesitation, Seo Wooyeol grabbed Taegyeong’s thin arm and injected the drug. The reaction was immediate. Taegyeong’s eyelids fluttered, and his lips twitched.

“Lee Taegyeong, who told you to sleep?”

“Heuu… nngh.”

“Feels good, right? Want me to f*ck you?”

“Ahngh! It’s ticklish, ahht. Eut! It’s so hot, my body, ahht!”

Seo Wooyeol inserted a long finger into Taegyeong’s hole and moved it around.

“It tickles here, doesn’t it? What should I f*ck you with?”

“Ahngh, eut! Ah, no, there… heuk!”

“Should I f*ck you with my fingers?”

“No, no… heuk…”

“Beg me to put my c*ck in.”

“Heuk, Wooyeol. Heuk…”

“If you don’t say it, I’ll leave you and go home.”

If his family found him chained to the bed… Taegyeong trembled and shook his head. Seo Wooyeol rubbed his c*ck and asked again.

“What should I do?”

“Hnngh. W-Wooyeol’s c*ck… quickly…”

“What should I do with it? You have to tell me.”

“Wooyeol’s c*ck, here, eut, f*ck me hard. Ahngh!”

“F*ck, you slut. Spread your hole with your hands.”

Taegyeong lowered his chained hands. Seo Wooyeol loosened the chains so he could move, then tightened them again once he was in position.

As he spread the folds with his index and middle fingers, the red flesh was revealed. Seo Wooyeol, aroused, immediately thrust his c*ck inside.

“Ahngh—!”

Even though the hole was already loose, it tightened again as Seo Wooyeol’s c*ck filled it completely. The slick, glistening inner walls gently enveloped his c*ck. He couldn’t resist the feeling.

Under the influence of the drug, Taegyeong instinctively bucked his hips, grinding his a$s against the sheets. He was surprised that the hole, which had been thoroughly used, was still so elastic. Seo Wooyeol hooked Taegyeong’s legs over his shoulders and thrust deeper.

“Nngh, eut, hnngh!”

“You like it?”

“Hnngh, ahngh, nngh!”

“Where do you like it? Here?”

The tip of his c*ck jabbed at Taegyeong’s insides. The hard gl*ns, which had been relentlessly targeting one spot, now rubbed against every inch of accessible flesh. Squish, squish— Thinned s*men flowed down Taegyeong’s a$s with every thrust.

‘It’s no fun to just thrust in one spot.’

Seo Wooyeol pressed Taegyeong’s legs against his abdomen and thrust his c*ck inside. Taegyeong’s head snapped back. The sudden change in position allowed the c*ck to penetrate even deeper. Thrust, thrust. It ground against his prostate, churning his insides.

“Do you like it? I’m asking you.”

“Heuut, eut! Hnngh!”

“Do you like it?”

Slap! Seo Wooyeol grabbed and kneaded Taegyeong’s b*ttocks.

“Y-yes, ahheu, no… heuk.”

“Relax your cunt. Trying to cut off my c*ck? You have to keep taking it until you die, Lee Taegyeong.”

Slap! Wooyeol slapped his b*ttocks again. Taegyeong gasped, unable to breathe properly. The moderate pain brought a thrilling pleasure.

“Heuuut. Heuk! Nngh, nngh!”

Taegyeong wriggled his chained hands and bit his lower lip.

…Good, so good.

Taegyeong suppressed the urge to cry out in pleasure. If he said he liked it now, Seo Wooyeol would quickly lose interest. He just wanted him to hold him tighter and keep his hard c*ck buried inside.

“Hnngh, eut!”

Seo Wooyeol lifted Taegyeong’s writhing body. His languid, heated body melted like ice cream. Taegyeong’s forehead bumped against Seo Wooyeol’s muscular shoulder.

Seo Wooyeol carefully held Taegyeong and continued thrusting. Thud! His lower back hit the cold glass of the window.

“Eut!”

“Let’s do it here. So what if someone sees us?”

“Ahheuu. No, Seo Wooyeol! Heok, huk, gasp!”

“Everyone will jerk off looking at your body. They’ll think of you every night.”

“D-don’t say that, nngh, heuut!”

Seo Wooyeol chuckled and turned Taegyeong around.

The chain was connected to the window. Taegyeong’s chest rubbed against the cold glass. His perky n*pples were flattened against the transparent window. Semen smeared on the glass as his cheek rubbed against it.

His heart raced at the thought that someone might see them. What if he opened the window and went out to the terrace? Taegyeong moaned louder, pressed against the window.

“Ahngh, nngh! Ahngh!”

“You have a housekeeper now? The ajumma will hear everything. Moan louder, f*ck.”

“Ahngh!”

Thwack, thwack— Taegyeong rested his knees against the window, rubbing his forehead and cheek against the glass. The cool glass soothed his heated skin.

Then, someone came into Taegyeong’s view. A young man with an indifferent expression was leaning against the terrace railing, watching them intently. Was he shocked? The next-door neighbor, who always wore a kind smile, was frowning.

“Wooyeol, heuk, Wooyeol—!”

“Ah, f*ck. This is so good.”

“Hnngh! Eut!”

“Are you hot? Should we go outside?”

“Ahngh! No, don’t. Ah, no!”

Slide, Seo Wooyeol opened the terrace door and stepped outside. He pressed Taegyeong against the railing and thrust hard.

Taegyeong could now see the empty street and the windows of the houses across the street. The young man who had been watching them intently seemed to have left. Taegyeong covered his mouth, his legs trembling as he tried to support himself.

“Haa, haa, haa…”

Taegyeong looked up again. He made eye contact with his next-door neighbor once more. Taegyeong looked at him pleadingly, tears streaming down his face.

‘Help me. Hanyeong-hyung, please save me.’

He mouthed the words desperately. Did he understand?

“Ah-heuk!”

Thud—! Seo Wooyeol pushed a chair aside and lifted Taegyeong onto the terrace table. His legs spread wide, Taegyeong suppressed his moans as Seo Wooyeol f*cked him again.

“Heuut, eut… eut!”

He turned his head, and his next-door neighbor was still watching. Taegyeong let his mouth hang open, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His ribs and chest rose and fell rapidly.

Taegyeong purposely grabbed Seo Wooyeol’s arm and struggled.

“Heuuuu… hnngh! Wooyeol, stop—”

“F*ck, is the drug wearing off already? But it feels good, doesn’t it? Just bear with it a little longer.”

“Ahngh, eut! It hurts, hurts. Haa, euk! Please—!”

As the usually docile Taegyeong started to fight back, Seo Wooyeol tightened the chains around his body. Bound to the table, Taegyeong was now nothing more than an onah*le, a male mast*rbation device meant only to be f*cked.

Then, Seo Wooyeol looked up. Where had he been looking all this time?

‘Ah.’

Seo Wooyeol smirked as he made eye contact with his next-door neighbor, Seon Hanyeong, who was standing not far away.

Wooyeol left Taegyeong on the terrace table and went to get his phone. He then video-called Hanyeong, showing him Taegyeong’s twitching hole.

“How is it? Look at Lee Taegyeong’s cunt. Amazing, right?”

[…..]

“Come over when you have time, hyung. Haa… you should be tasting it right now. I’ve prepped it nicely.”

How warm the flesh was, how white and soft the body was. Seo Wooyeol described Guide Lee Taegyeong in detail to his next-door neighbor, whom Taegyeong had a childhood crush on.

“Heuk, heuk… why are you doing this, stop…!”

“Stop what? Your close hyung should know too.”

‘Nngh, good. Tell him more, I’m so excited. With Hanyeong-hyung…’

A gentle and relaxed baritone voice. He couldn’t wait to have s*x with his kind next-door neighbor. Taegyeong panted, his chest swelling with anticipation.

Seeing Taegyeong whimpering, as if in distress, made Seo Wooyeol want to torment him even more.

“Too bad. He says he’s tired, he’s not coming.”

“Heuu…!”

Seo Wooyeol tossed his phone onto the bed. Then he whispered in Taegyeong’s ear with a laugh.

“It’s okay. Just be more lewd. That way, your beloved Hanyeong-hyung will love you, right?”

“Ha, eut—heuk…!”

And so, Taegyeong was ravaged by Seo Wooyeol until dawn, with his next-door neighbor watching.