Minseo Becomes a Dog 3
"Minseo."
"Hng... y-yes..."
"You can't keep trembling like that, can you?" Hayoung gently stroked Minseo's ass.
"Ahh— I'm sorry—"
Minseo's body quivered faintly as he answered with great effort.
Right now, Hayoung and Minseo were at an outdoor table in the garden. Hayoung sat in a chair, her wine glass perched atop Minseo's prone back, using him as a living table. To keep the glass from falling, Minseo had to hold perfectly still—no shaking at all. The moment his body moved, the glass would shatter on the ground.
But it was agony. Just moments ago, the bodyguards had tormented his cock mercilessly, and the vibrator buried deep in his ass buzzed relentlessly, driving him mad. His cock throbbed wildly, desperate for release, while waves of subtle pleasure made his body tremble uncontrollably.
"Hngh— hnn—"
Minseo fought desperately to stay motionless, but even stillness was torture—and then Hayoung's touch... it was hell. Her hand glided over his ass... then drifted lower and lower.
"Haa... M-Master... I c-can't... hold it...!"
Minseo cried out in panic as her fingers inched toward his cock.
"What's this about not holding it?"
But Hayoung didn't stop. She gripped his prone cock firmly in her soft hand. The moment she squeezed, Minseo's body shuddered pitifully.
"Hnnngh... p-please..."
The wine glass teetered dangerously on his back as he begged.
"If you drop it, you'll be punished."
Hayoung smiled sweetly at his trembling form.
"I-I'm sorry— I'm so sorry—!"
Minseo whimpered apologies through choking sobs, but Hayoung's strokes only grew rougher. She milked his cock like she was squeezing a cow's udder, kneading it harshly.
"Heek— heek—"
Face-down and helpless, Minseo could only leak pathetic moans, praying the glass wouldn't fall. The stimulation was so intense it bordered on ecstasy, yet the humiliation of this outdoor torment was utterly horrifying. Even as she wrung his cock, the bodyguards deliberately prowled around them, leering openly. The lewd, piercing stares filled him with shame; he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Minseo's cock is leaking precum like milk, squirting out nonstop~?"
Hayoung milked him relentlessly, and with every squeeze, precum drooled from his tip in thick rivulets.
"Ahk— hn— hn—"
Humiliation choked his words; all he could manage were wretched whimpers. His ass clenched around the tail plug in response to the electric jolts on his cock, making his waist quiver beneath the glass.
"You like it that much?"
Hayoung grinned, savoring his veiny, rock-hard erection dripping precum shamelessly. Tormenting him like this from her seat was thrilling. His lips trembling in pleasure, desperately fighting not to drop the glass—it ignited her lust. The tail swaying lazily from his ass only spurred her on.
In truth, the glass was doomed to fall. Hayoung would make sure of it, no matter what. She was just pondering what punishment would make him suffer and blush the deepest.
"Ughk— I-I'm... gonna cum—!"
Minseo's arms and thighs shook violently as he confessed to Hayoung.
"Should we cum out in the open like this, Minseo?"
Hayoung pumped his cock faster, jerking it roughly. Slap-slap-slap-slap— Each brutal stroke let her feel every vein, every spurt of precum, every quiver of his body.
"Hraaak— hraaak—"
Overwhelmed by the building orgasm, Minseo thrashed helplessly. The glass wobbled precariously on his back.
"Cum for me, Minseo."
Hayoung shook him viciously—and white semen sprayed across the grass as he erupted.
"Hraaaaak—!"
His entire body convulsed in endless rapture, and inevitably, the glass tumbled sideways. Clink—clink-clink—clink— Cum dripped from his cock onto the grass, staining it, as Hayoung smiled in satisfaction.
"Heuk— hngk—"
Minseo's prone form shook on the brink of collapse, aftershocks rippling through him, his tail swishing lazily.
Fuck... I wanna fuck him so bad right now.
Hayoung felt her pussy growing wet as she watched his slender frame writhe in agonized pleasure.
"You dropped the wine glass."
Outwardly calm despite her thoughts, she handed him the fallen glass and stroked his head.
"Haa... hng... M-Master..."
Minseo's voice trembled weakly as he gazed up at her.
H-How am I supposed to endure this... hngh...
He realized she'd set him up for impossibility from the start; his lips quivered. Everything was in her hands. No matter how hard he tried or struggled... she could change it on a whim.
"M-Master... I h-hate you..."
Tears welled as he shot her a resentful glare.
"Pfft—"
Hayoung laughed, rising from her chair to crouch and meet his eyes. She whispered huskily,
"Want me to make you hate me even more?"
A chill raced down his spine; terror gripped him. Realizing his slip, he shook his head frantically.
"N-No, that's not... Master..."
"It's been a while... shall we try a blindfold?"
Hayoung grinned like a devil.
Fuck... fuck... what the hell is happening...
Minseo was seized by terror in his blinded world. Somewhere in the garden, Hayoung had led him here, blindfolded him, and vanished. Naked, collared, with the tail plug still in place, he was left alone on all fours—and without her, his anxiety skyrocketed.
"M-Master!! Master!!!"
He called desperately, blind to his surroundings, but silence answered.
"What do I do... fuck..."
He considered ripping off the blindfold, but her warning echoed—don't you dare—so he abandoned the idea.
Then—thud-thud— footsteps approached.
"W-Who's there..."
Hearing them draw near, Minseo scrambled backward on all fours. But then—footsteps sounded from behind too.
Not just one. At least three or four sets closed in on him.
"Hng... fuck... what the hell!"
Terror made him curse aloud, but hands seized his armpits, flipping him onto his back. He flailed in shock, trying to escape—but more hands grabbed his wrists and ankles, binding him immobile.
Ragged breathing from multiple people surrounded him. Memories flooded back... that day with the maids, gang-raped...
"Minseo... hng... long time no see~"
A voice called his name. A maid. One of them who'd violated him mercilessly.
"W-Why are you doing this—!"
Minseo thrashed wildly, but the maids held him fast, groping his body freely.
"Ahh—! Stop it—!"
His lips trembled at the onslaught of hands on his nipples, neck, stomach, thighs... and cock. He gasped in horror.
"Hng~ So good~"
The maids pinned him tight, ravaging him at will. His ass was kneaded roughly; cock and balls swarmed by fingers. Nipples twisted and pinched between digits.
"Hraaak—! Hngk—! Haa—!!"
Minseo screamed, rejecting the violation, but they only groped harder, thrilled by his resistance.
Schlurp—
His cock was already swallowed by a hot mouth, sucked endlessly. Nipples lapped and suckled by eager tongues.
"Ughk— haak—!! M-Master—!!"
His voice shook as he wailed for Hayoung. Hands and tongues devoured him; each time, his hips bucked in forced gangbang ecstasy.
Chuuup— schluuup— slurp—
A maid gripped his cheeks, devouring his cock with vacuum force. Precum drooled endlessly from the intense pleasure; his eyes rolled back, hips quaking. Nipples tormented in tandem, every nerve screaming in overload.
And there—seated gracefully in a chair, watching it all—was Hayoung. Under the tree, Minseo was brutally fucked by the maids as she sipped her wine.
Minseo getting railed is always such a rush.
Hayoung savored the show like a movie, taking another sip.
"Hngk—! Haa—!"
Minseo's body shuddered with moans from the relentless cocksucking; the maids clawed at him greedily, touching every inch.