BIA Ch. 109

Who exactly was calling whom cunning? A man like this, who could so casually toy with someone’s heart with just a word, gripping it tight, then letting go.

“Here, dirty it all you want.”

Bran said, lowering his body. Just as he said, Isaiah’s thoroughly wet cock was pushed against the white shirt tail, leaving marks without restraint. Without a moment’s hesitation, Bran began to move his hips.

“Hk……!”

Still pinning Isaiah’s hands to the mattress, he pushed his cock in deeper. Then, while holding that position, he just shook his hips in small, rapid movements. Caught off guard by the unexpected motion, Isaiah didn’t know what to do and just shook his head.

“Ah, ugh, th-this, feels, strange……”

The vibrations shaking his entire body were akin to those of a vibrator. But the size filling him so tightly was incomparable to any vibrator, and moreover, the skillful way it changed angles inside, pounding and scraping only Isaiah’s sensitive spots as if crushing them—that was purely Bran.

“Ngh, hng, no, stop, there, don’t, ah……!”

“Yeah, it feels good.”

Ignoring Isaiah’s pleas, Bran thrust his hips faster. Each time the thick head rubbed against the tender flesh inside, churning it in all directions, the slick membrane clinging to his cock’s surface made squelching sounds, contracting tightly before relaxing again. The intense rhythm made his lower abdomen constantly twitch, his whole body trembling. Overwhelmed by the unbearable pleasure, Isaiah almost cried as he pushed against the sheets with his feet. Every time his hips bucked wildly, his soaked cock rubbed against Bran’s shirt, leaving a stain.

“G-getting dirty, the clothes……”

“Dirty it all you want.”

Bran said, lowering his body further. Isaiah’s cock was completely enveloped by the shirt tail. Firmly pressing down on Isaiah’s reflexively squirming body, Bran spoke.

“Besides, it’s not really dirty. I’m putting mine inside you right now, too.”

“Ngh……”

“Hm? Your insides are already soaked with mine.”

Dirty? Disgusting? Bran deliberately lowered his voice, whispering intimately. Isaiah shook his head. Bran’s wasn’t dirty. But his own felt dirty. Especially the stain left on Bran’s pristine white dress shirt; it looked like it would never come out. Seeing Bran’s shirt getting soiled and wrinkled because of him made his chest feel like it was burning.

Ironically, that guilt and sense of perversion only fueled his arousal further. Watching Bran’s shirt soak up the fluids he’d leaked, Isaiah ended up spilling thin streams of semen as well.

“Hah, haah……”

“Impressive.”

Finally releasing Isaiah’s hands, Bran lifted the part of his own shirt stained with Isaiah’s semen and said, “Should I cut this out and frame it?”

“Hah……”

Half-exhausted, unable to even tell him not to talk nonsense, Isaiah could only gasp for breath as Bran laughed and grabbed his hips with both hands.

“Wh-what……!”

“It’s my turn.”

Only then did Isaiah realize that Bran hadn’t come yet.

“And you need to finish properly too.”

“No, I……”

I thought I was already finished?

Before he could even speak, the cock that had been filling his insides slid out completely. Just as he shuddered at the sudden emptiness, the thick head began to push into the tight passage again. He could feel the inner folds being forcibly smoothed out, stretched taut by a volume that exceeded his limits. As Bran pushed firmly deeper, Isaiah screamed involuntarily and threw his arms around Bran’s neck.

“Ah, ugh, wai-, there…! Nngh, hng!”

Having just come for the second time, his insides were not just heated but hypersensitive, every nerve ending feeling like the point of a needle. Even though Bran was penetrating him slowly, at the same depth as before, his insides clenched with an unusual intensity. Even places where he usually only felt pressure now tingled sharply whenever brushed against. Each fold seemed alive with nerves, pulsing and thrashing wildly. Coupled with the severe spasms in his lower abdomen, it was doubly agonizing.

“It’s strange, this……”

“So, when you like it, you call it strange.”

“No, really……, it’s strange.”

He couldn’t believe it. That moving so slowly, so gently, could make him feel this much. It felt like heat bloomed everywhere Bran’s cock brushed past. This was a first. Sex that awakened, one by one, every sensitive point he never even knew existed inside him.

“That’s what feeling good is.”

Despite Bran’s assertion, Isaiah couldn’t quite be sure. He was scared, feeling as if his body had completely changed.

“Where does it feel best? Tell me.”

“Nngh……!”

Just then, Bran thrust deep at an unfamiliar angle, making Isaiah cry out and cling tighter to him. The angle at which his cock rubbed inside steepened, relentlessly prodding the area near his navel.

“Here?”

“I d-don’t kn……, Ah, th-there……!”

In truth, everywhere around there felt good. Still, when the tip of Bran’s cock pressed firmly against a particularly convex, bumpy spot, a scream couldn’t help but escape his lips.

“Aah, ah! Aah!”

Just the direct stimulation against his prostate was enough to make him lose his mind, but it wasn’t just a simple touch. Bran used the raised ridge of the corona to scrape, claw, and grind. Even when rubbing with the entire shaft, he used the parts where veins bulged unevenly to rub forcefully, almost with the intent to crush.

“Ah, it hurts, Bran, there! Ngh, ungh, too much……!”

“Feels good, you mean.”

“Nngh, good, feels goo-, hnnn…, Fuck.”

He couldn’t deny it; his hips hadn’t stopped bucking for a while now. Moreover, clear fluid kept leaking from his cock, which had just finished coming. Still not fully subsided, he was leaking so much fluid that he himself wasn’t sure if it was incontinence or something else.

Something was even leaking from behind. Probably the oil. Each time the cock moved rapidly in and out, the oil pushed out from inside flowed past his already slick perineum and trickled down the crack of his ass.

“Uh, I’m leaking so much, I’m……”

Shuddering, half out of his mind, Isaiah confessed first.

“From the front and back, leaking so much……”

“I’m watching.”

“You can leak more,”

Bran said with a smile.

“It’s lewd and cute.”

At that single phrase, his insides clenched tightly again, the movement of the slick lining clinging and squelching around Bran’s cock felt vividly. Sensing the violent turmoil within, Bran’s smile deepened. Thrusting up again, deep, at a steep angle, he lowered his hips and asked in a low, whisper-like voice,

“Should I come too?”

“Yes, come……. Inside.”

Inside me. Muttering along in a small voice, Isaiah instinctively clenched down below. The folds, already tightened to their limit, contracted even more forcefully, gripping the large cock tightly.

“Mmh.”

With that intensely sensual groan Isaiah had heard sometime before, Bran came. At the heat pouring into his belly, Isaiah trembled all over, letting out a thin sigh that sounded like it might snap.

“Hah, aah……”

An enormous amount of semen gushed in. His insides, already slick and wet, were being thoroughly soaked once more with the man’s seed. The incomprehensible sensation made his hips twist involuntarily, the insides of his wide-spread thighs constantly trembling.

Bran held Isaiah close until his trembling subsided, kissing his cheeks and lips. Only when Isaiah’s breathing became completely calm did Bran finally pull away and roughly wipe between Isaiah’s legs with the linen duvet cover.

“Guess this is unusable.”

Holding the duvet cover, ruined with both their semen and bodily fluids, he left the bedroom, returning shortly after with a pack of cigarettes and his smartphone.

“Want one?”

Bran asked, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. Isaiah silently shook his head. Bran raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘suit yourself,’ then lit the cigarette with a lighter.

“How do you feel?”

“How does it feel to be treated like a princess……?”

Bran laughed, the cigarette still in his mouth. Then, sitting on the edge of the bed, he casually flicked Isaiah’s cock with one hand and said, “Never seen a princess equipped with one of these.”

“Don’t.”

Isaiah quickly closed his legs. Grabbing the nearest blanket, he roughly covered the area between his legs, prompting Bran to comment with surprise,

“You recover faster than I thought.”

“Do I…….”

Isaiah mumbled, still in a daze. Hearing it, he supposed it might be true, but right now, he was too drained to think about anything.

“When you ask me to go deep, you mean put it in up to here, right?”

Suddenly, Bran reached out and pressed a spot on Isaiah’s abdomen. The place Bran pressed was to the left of his navel, precisely around the area where the rectum connects to the sigmoid colon.

“What……”

Before the flustered Isaiah could choose his words in response to the sudden question, Bran spoke. “If you keep going like that, you’ll get seriously hurt someday. You need to get used to taking it moderately, starting now.”

He was right. It was true, but somehow, Isaiah felt that giving the wrong answer here would lead to harsh consequences later. So, as he kept stalling with ‘Umm, well…’, Bran exhaled cigarette smoke and said,

“Still, sex addiction is much easier to cure than drug addiction.”

……Is he really saying that right after sex like that? After making me leak from both ends?

He knew it already, but Bran was truly a merciless man. Isaiah couldn’t help but be stunned anew by Bran’s inhuman side.