BIA Ch. 107

Just a light, brushing touch over his pants, yet his penis, which had been erect for a while, leaked precum as if it had been waiting.

“See? You’re wet.”

The voice whispering in his ear felt several times damper than his instantly soaked underwear and jeans. Each time the large hand kneaded between his legs, the sodden underwear clung to his genitals. The rough texture of the fabric was felt keenly against the head, which had swollen large and pushed out past the foreskin. Especially when the area near his urethra was rubbed hard, helpless moans spilled from his lips.

“Ugh, ah, ah, stop…”

Stop now. Isaiah shook his head, pleading. But the hand didn’t stop, and Isaiah twisted his hips, screaming. Once again, pre-ejaculate gushed from his urethra, and his buttocks clenched tightly. His insides felt too hot. No, itchy. It felt as if dozens of insects were stuck to his mucous membranes, squirming and crawling. Unable to bear the sensation, Isaiah clutched Bran’s shirt with one hand and spoke, sobbing.

“I don’t want to, anymore…”

“You tell me to stop, so why do your legs keep spreading? Huh?”

Bran whispered, kneading his groin more forcefully. It felt like insects had crawled into his ear canals too. Isaiah shook his head, then hunched his shoulders, writhing uncontrollably.

“What do you want, spreading your legs like that?”

“Ah, please…”

Put it in. Isaiah begged, spreading his legs wider.

“This isn’t enough for me.”

“You said it would break my brain.”

“It’s already broken…!”

Please, Bran. Isaiah pressed his forehead against Bran’s chest, tears streaming down his face.

“Next time, from next time on, I won’t ask you to do it. I’ll, I’ll do whatever you tell me. Please, just this once. Put it in. Just, just putting it in is fine.”

“Without moving?”

Isaiah nodded frantically. It was obvious he’d change his mind once it was actually inside, but he didn’t have the capacity to think that far ahead. He desperately wanted to do something about the itchiness inside him right now. It felt like it would never subside unless something was put inside him.

“Please, save me.”

Finally, Isaiah burst into loud sobs. Perhaps surprised that the plea was to save him, not just help him, Bran laughed with a bewildered expression.

“Calm down.”

He cupped Isaiah’s tear-soaked cheek with one hand. It was meant to soothe, but even that touch was an unbearable stimulus for Isaiah now.

“Nooo, your hand, it’s hot… it hurts…”

Seeing Isaiah’s shoulders tremble spasmodically, Bran looked troubled. That troubled gaze made Isaiah feel inexplicably sorrowful, and he cried even louder. He couldn’t control his body or his mind. He knew better than anyone how pathetic he looked right now. What was even more miserable was the fact that, even in this state, his out-of-control body kept twisting his hips, trying to press his buttocks against Bran’s lower body.

“Alright, I get it, so calm down.”

Bran chuckled and gently laid Isaiah flat on the bed again. Isaiah thought he was being rejected, but thankfully, Bran’s hand immediately went to his belt.

“I always think this, but you’re surprisingly cunning.”

Is he talking about me right now…?

Isaiah wondered, even amidst the chaos in his head. After all, he hadn’t done anything to deserve such words from Bran. Wasn’t shrewdness Bran’s specialty?

“You know exactly what I can’t stand the most. Right?”

Isaiah couldn’t understand what Bran was saying at all. He tried to ask, but as their lips met, the question and the doubt scattered from his mind.

“But this is the last time.”

Bran said as soon as their lips parted, pulling at the center of his belt.

“Next time, I’ll make you get out of this pattern, even if I have to hospitalize you, so be aware.”

“Okay, uh-huh.”

Isaiah nodded frantically. Honestly, what happened next wasn’t his concern. What mattered was that he could receive Bran’s cock right now. That was enough.

“But why is this so loose again?”

Bran asked, looking at the waistband that gaped open loosely, far from snug, just from pulling the belt.

“Huh? It fit perfectly before.”

Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember eating properly for two days. He had been so engrossed in the smartphone Bran gave him that he hadn’t thought about eating.

“Did you forget to eat while praying?”

Bran said with a smile. It was probably meant as a joke, but his mind was too dull to come up with a retort. Seeing Isaiah’s eyes darting around busily, Bran narrowed his eyes as if asking, “Really?”

“No, I’m, I’m always like this.”

Isaiah hastily made an excuse.

“I don’t get hungry during this time. So I eat a lot later.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. His central nervous system must have been entering a state of excitement starting at least two days ago. He never had much appetite during arousal.

“Right. You need to eat more.”

Bran said as he skillfully undid the belt and the button of the pants, then lowered the zipper. Pulling off the pants and underwear together, he clicked his tongue, looking not at Isaiah’s penis, bent almost to his stomach, but more at his lean thighs and lower abdomen, devoid of any fat. Too thin.

“Especially here.”

A large hand pushed between his legs. The rough palm touched the inside of his thighs, slick with precum. The sensation was so stimulating it made the hair all over his body stand on end, and Isaiah unknowingly gripped the sheet tightly. It wasn’t just his thighs. Every time the hand moved up and down, Bran’s fingers kept brushing against his perineum, taut with arousal.

“Th-there, stop…”

Isaiah was now lying on his side, legs pressed together, panting. Whether he heard the plea or not, Bran’s hand naturally delved deeper.

“But there’s surprisingly quite a bit of flesh here.”

The force of the hand gripping his buttock made Isaiah cry out, his hips bucking.

“Hmm? Do you work out or something?”

Gripping the handful of buttock, squeezing it hard enough to leave marks on the skin before releasing, the hole wantonly gaped wide then clamped shut repeatedly in rash anticipation. Bran probably noticed too. But it didn’t matter. Isaiah ignored his own cheeks flushed red and frantically grabbed Bran’s hand, pressing it against his own pulsing hole.

“Qu-quickly…”

As he pleaded in a voice that sounded like he might burst into tears again any second, Bran willingly pushed one finger inside.

“Ah…”

As if waiting, the inside convulsed, instantly clamping down tightly on the finger. Isaiah urgently wrapped his arms around Bran’s neck, moaning. Soon, a second finger entered. The hole was already thoroughly relaxed, but the inner membrane still felt elastic. When the third finger entered, Isaiah couldn’t hold back any longer and wrapped one of his legs around Bran’s waist, pleading.

“If I do this, the hole opens wider.”

“I’m not putting it in this position.”

Then how? As Isaiah asked with his eyes, Bran, instead of answering, grabbed Isaiah’s shoulders and laid him flat on the bed. Then he half-rose and opened the bedside drawer. Inside were lotions and skin products left behind by previous guests. After picking up and putting down a few items, Bran chose a body oil.

“Rose oil extracted from Bulgarian Damask roses, also edible, huh.”

Indeed, when he opened the cap, a strong rose scent wafted out. His sense of smell was heightened, so it was a bit, no, quite bothersome, but it didn’t matter since he wouldn’t be pouring the whole bottle. No, actually, at this point, he wouldn’t care even if the whole bottle was poured.

“Spread your legs.”

Bran said, pouring oil onto his hand. Isaiah quickly spread his legs wide. In that position, he bent his knees and, grabbing his buttocks with both hands, pulled them apart, exposing his anus clearly. Seeing Isaiah do even what he wasn’t told, Bran smiled with his eyes.

“Commendable.”

He settled between Isaiah’s legs and immediately pushed his oil-slicked hand into the anus. The entrance was already relaxed, so there was no need to stretch the muscles further. Instead, he generously applied oil to the still-tight insides, the inner walls, and also rubbed it onto his own cock.

“Relax. You’re too tense right now.”

With the warning, something hard touched the slightly parted entrance. Just that was enough to make his breath catch and his heart pound as if it would explode.

Soon, the large cock began to push its way into the narrow hole. The pained sounds from the force unnaturally widening the inside only lasted for the beginning; as soon as the thick head was fully swallowed, his insides churned, desperately demanding the rest be put in as well.

“Aah, uuhh…”

Isaiah hugged Bran’s back, spreading his legs wider. Each time the oil-drenched hole gaped and clenched, a squelching sound emerged. It was the sound of greedily swallowing the man’s cock.