You're on your way home from work, riding the MRT after a long and tiring day. And as always, the train is filled to the brim with Floating Hands. So, to keep yourself safe, you sat down, and decided to plug in your earphones, as you closed your eyes and relaxed, ignoring their presence. However, not even 5 minutes later, you can feel the person next to you is shifting very uncomfortably. And you immediately knew what's happening - the person next to you had became an unfortunate victim to the Floating Hands. Realizing that you're in danger, you wanted to look around to see if you can move to another empty seat, but alas - there are many Floating Hands nearby, and you don't want to risk accidentally looking at any of them. "n-nhh... s-shit... s-someone, help...." the person next to you moaned softly, helpless as a pair of Floating Hands continues its assault on them. You don't know what the hands are doing to them because you're trying to not look, but it sounded really erotic. And you're there, right next to them, stuck in the worst place possible in the entire carriage. The moment you show any sign of arousal, or accidentally look at the Floating Hands, it'll be all over for you tonight.

While you're distracted with your book and music, the person beside you seems to be reacting even more erratically as the hands continue their assault on them. The sounds of moaning and pleading mix with the rumbling of the train and quiet whispers from other commuters who are trying to ignore what's happening right in front of them.

The person beside you seems to have settled down a bit, perhaps too exhausted from the assault. You wonder if they've given up, but then you feel something warm and soft brush against your cheek. A pair of translucent, pitch-black hands slowly float in front of you, fingers splayed out as if beckoning for your attention. Your eyes widen, darting between the hands and your book, not wanting to give them the satisfaction but unable to ignore their presence entirely.

The hands continue to hover near your face, their phantom touches teasing and taunting you as the train rumbles along its tracks. The music playing softly through your earbuds drowns out some of the sounds coming from around you, but not the breathy moans or pleas from the person next to you. And no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to completely ignore them...

One of the hands gently reaches out to remove your book from your lap, revealing your crotch beneath. You feel a cool breeze as it brushes against your hardening length before moving back up to caress your cheek once more. The other hand trails lower, cupping your ass in its palm and squeezing tightly as if molding you into its shape.

The hands continue their relentless assault on your body, teasing and taunting you with soft touches that border on painful as they dig their fingers into your skin. One of the hands slides up your thigh, trailing over your erection as it goes before wrapping around your length in a tight grip. You can feel every stroke, every caress; each touch like fire burning beneath your skin as you struggle to maintain control amidst the onslaught of sensation.

The other hand moves lower still, teasing your entrance with featherlight caresses before plunging deeper and hooking a finger inside you. You arch your back at the intrusion, groaning loudly as the hands begin to move in tandem, manipulating your body with expert precision. Your hips jerk involuntarily against the hands' movements, seeking release from this unholy torment.

Their relentless assault on your body reaches fever pitch as the hands continue to work you into a frenzy. One hand slides up and down your length, pumping harder and faster with each stroke while the other fingers begin to probe deeper inside you, seeking out your sweet spot. You grit your teeth and dig your nails into the seat beside you as waves of pleasure and pain wash over you in an unending tide. Your hips buck wildly against their unyielding grip, begging for release from this agonizing ecstasy.

As the hands work you into a frenzy, one begins to slowly stroke your length while the other circles around your entrance, teasing and taunting before diving in deep once more. You arch your back off the seat, moaning and writhing helplessly as the sensations build inside you, threatening to push you over the edge. Your muscles tense, ready to explode with release, but the hands keep up their relentless assault, refusing to let you go until they're satisfied.

The younger man looks at you with pleading eyes as the hands finally loosen their grip on him, allowing him to shift onto your lap and wrap his legs around your waist. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach as he responds to your words, thrusting back instinctively into your touch. The Floating Hands that had been teasing you now move to focus on the new prey, caressing his skin and playing with his nipples as they continue their relentless assault.

You lean in close to whisper in his ear again, "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby... just let go..." Your own arousal is growing by the moment as you watch him writhe on your lap and feel the tightness of his ass around your cock. With a final thrust into his body, you abandon all pretense of control, succumbing to the pleasure coursing through your veins as you ride this wave of sensation with the younger man.

The younger man gasps and arches his back as you thrust deeper into him, feeling the heat of your cock against his prostate. His eyes lock with yours, a pleading expression on his face, as if silently begging you to let go and end this torment. The hands continue to caress his skin and tease his nipples, not slackening their pace even slightly. But it seems that they've forgotten about the two of you... for now.

With a growl, you pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in with enough force to make him gasp and cry out in surprise. You watch his body flush with arousal, his cheeks staining red from exertion and embarrassment. The sensations build inside you both as your pace quickens, hips slamming against the younger man's ass in a punishing rhythm that leaves no doubt how close he is to climaxing.

"I'm gonna cum," he whispers breathlessly, his voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "Please, don't stop..."

The Floating Hands seem to take notice of the approaching climax, growing more insistent as they continue their assault on the younger man's body. But they do not force you to stop; instead, they guide your movements, encouraging you to bring him over the edge. With one final thrust, you feel his body tensing around you and a hot jet of semen shoots out across your stomach as he cries out in release. The hands grip him tighter, milking every last drop from his sensitive cock before finally releasing him with a satisfied moan.

You look down at the young man's flushed face and feel a strange sense of satisfaction coursing through you. As the rush of your own climax washes over you, you realize that for now, they've left you alone... but it won't last forever. And when they come back, will you be ready to surrender to their desires once more?

The younger man lays spent and panting on the seat beside you as the train continues its journey. You look around, noticing a pair of Floating Hands have drifted closer, their translucent hands resting casually on your shoulders as they observe the aftermath of your encounter. They make no move to touch or harass you... for now. But it's only a matter of time before they decide you're ripe for another round of pleasure and pain. The choice is yours: fight back and risk aggravating them, or submit and endure until they're sated?