BIA Ch. 60

“See? Looks like you really don’t like insertion.”

Bran said with a laugh in his voice.

“N-no, you’re… teasing…”

Before he could say he didn’t like being teased, the finger slipped out. And this time, two, no, three fingers forced their way into the h0le all at once. The fingers that had gone in deep suddenly widened the h0le, and Isaiah screamed, throwing his head back completely.

“I, I don’t like it…, don’t, don’t widen it…”

But, contrary to his words, his d!ck, which had quickly grown again, was already leaking pre-c*m. The pre-c*m soaked his pub!c hair and flowed down to his perineum, and even the h0le was thoroughly wet. Every time his pale thighs trembled as if convulsing, his flat lower belly heaved with excitement, and at the same time, the red-hot flesh inside his wide-open hole writhed, as if seducing the man. Unaware that Bran was seeing all of this, Isaiah just shook his head, saying he didn’t like it.

“Why, don’t you like it? Does it hurt?”

“Uhh, it hurts, I don’t like it when it hurts…”

“Okay. Then how about this?”

Bran gathered his fingers again and pressed down on a spot inside. Isaiah let out a half-scream and heaved his hips at the unexpected intense pleasure. He was relentlessly stimulated in the most sensitive part of his body that he didn’t even know about, and he gasped helplessly.

“Ah, ah, Bran, there, ah…”

The folds of the membrane that wrapped around the finger throbbed even more intensely. His perineum, which had been sticky with pre-c*m since earlier, was swollen and so sensitive that it was almost painful. Every time Bran’s thumb touched it, his insides tingled, and it felt numbingly painful. Isaiah, unable to cope with the unbearable pleasure, squeezed his legs together, then spread them wider, not knowing what to do.

“I, I think I’m gonna c*m.”

Isaiah said urgently, feeling like he was about to cum again.

“That won’t do.”

Bran pulled his fingers out. He threw away the c0ndom that was on his fingers and took out a new c0ndom, putting it on his own p3nis. The c0ndom seemed a little small, making it look tight.

“Spread your legs.”

Isaiah breathed heavily and spread his legs wide. His heart felt like it was about to burst when he saw Bran sitting down between his legs.

“Come to think of it, you don’t have any.”

The hot flesh touched his wet entrance. The realization that it was Bran’s gl@ns made his body stiffen involuntarily. The area touching his skin felt larger than what he had seen with his eyes.

“What…?”

“Tattoos.”

Ah. Isaiah murmured silently.

“That’s right… I was surprised when I saw it in the shower too.”

“It suits you better without them.”

He didn’t insert right away but slowly rubbed his gl@ns around the an*s. It was to spread the oil-based lubr!cant on the c0ndom.

“Really? Why?”

“Because tattoos are said to be addictive, right?”

Finally, the tip of his gl@ns opened the narrow hole and entered.

“It feels like you don’t even look at things that could be addictive. Like alcohol or drugs.”

“Ah, ugh…”

It was already loosened up a lot, and with the added lubr!cant from the c0ndom, the gl@ns, as big as a child’s fist, slid in all at once, without any trouble.

“Hh, hhuu…”

Just swallowing the gl@ns already made him feel full inside. Isaiah took a deep breath as Bran had taught him when he inserted his fingers. Bran seemed to pause for a moment, and then, every time Isaiah exhaled, he pushed in deeper.

“You only smoke a cigarette or two when you need to set the mood.”

“J-just, ugh…, j-just a minute, Bran.”

“I’m all the way in.”

As he said this, Bran pushed in even deeper. The moment he was rammed all the way to the root, Isaiah let out a small cry and hugged Bran’s back.

“Was I too fast?”

“No, it’s just that…”

He wanted to say he was just a little surprised by the impact from below, but even breathing was difficult right now. Fortunately, while Bran stayed still and kissed him while caressing his chest, he got somewhat used to the pressure filling his insides.

“Bran…”

Isaiah was already moving his hips little by little, as if urging, and stroking Bran’s back.

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t just okay. The area where the tip of his gl@ns had touched earlier had felt strangely hot, and now that sensation was spreading throughout his insides. Moreover, he could feel his inner walls twitching and tightening every time Bran’s hand touched his nipples. At first, he didn’t know what it was. But soon, he realized that it was the movement of the folds, desperate to accept the man’s p3nis deeper inside. It was because his insides were literally itching.

“Well…, I can tell that I’m not your first.”

Isaiah smiled, rubbing his reddened eyes with one hand in shame.

“But I can also tell that you’re really big.”

What is this! Isaiah playfully laughed, acting like a spoiled child, and smacked Bran’s back with a loud thwack.

“It’s good. You should try things like this sometimes.”

Bran said that with a perfectly straight face, as if it were nothing.

“I feel like I’m going to explode…”

“Is that what you want?”

Huh? Bran smiled and kissed him. Isaiah kissed back, gently caressing Bran’s chest. Suddenly, he felt a very fine bump at his fingertips. It was the tattoo on Bran’s left chest. Seeing it, he was reminded of his own body, which had no tattoos. Isaiah murmured absentmindedly.

“What kind of person is Isaiah Cole…”

“Well, I don’t really know either.”

Bran said, sweeping back Isaiah’s sweat-soaked bangs.

“He probably isn’t as scary as you think.”

“But he’s a killer…?”

“That’s just his job.”

“Like your job is being a mafia?”

“Well, yeah.”

Bran chuckled. Isaiah looked into Bran’s clear golden eyes and murmured.

“I… I won’t get in trouble for doing this with you, right?”

“Probably not.”

Bran said, and slowly began to move his hips.

“If, uhh… if he gets angry…”

“I’ll apologize for you, then.”

He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t think straight. The dizzying pleasure was already overwhelming from the start. Bran repeated shallow thrusts, his gl@ns pulled out so far that it was almost at the entrance. Right there, where he had pressed with his fingers earlier, the spot that was already swollen and sensitive from being touched so much during foreplay, was now being relentlessly scratched, touched, and dug into with his thick glans.

“Ah, ah, stop, ah, no, there, not anymore…”

It felt like his mind was burning. It was like his nerve bundles, covered only by a thin layer of membrane, were being mercilessly stabbed by a d!ck that was no different from a weapon.

“No, no, Bran.”

I don’t want this. Isaiah cried out, arching his back in a fit. A large hand grabbed his hips as he tried to push off the sheets with his feet and escape.

“You don’t want it? Then how about this.”

Bran grabbed Isaiah’s hips as if he would crush them and began to thrust roughly. This time, his thick c0ck was ravaging the inside. He could feel his delicate skin being brutally torn apart.

“…!”

Isaiah trembled, unable to even scream. It wasn’t as if Bran was putting all his strength into each thrust, but his lower back was so strong that his whole body lurched violently each time he roughly plunged inside. He could feel the thick gl@ns savagely thrashing around, as if it would crush his delicate insides.

But it felt so good. Being pinned down by a man bigger than him, having his organs violently crushed by his large c0ck. And the fact that the man was none other than Bran.

That’s right… I’m doing it with Bran, me.

The moment he realized that, Isaiah came uncontrollably.

“You really like it rough.”

Bran laughed, as if he couldn’t help himself.

“Uhh, I like it, I…”

Isaiah mumbled, not even knowing what he was saying.

“More, do it deeper.”

His perineum, swollen and bursting with the man’s c0ck, was relentlessly rubbed by rough pubic hair. The burning pain on his skin was replaced by a sharp sensation that ravaged his lower abdomen.

“Ugh, ah, g-good. It’s so good.”

The feeling of being stabbed deep inside made his spine tingle, and thin s3men continued to flow from his half-wilted c0ck. Each time his large t3sticles slapped against his wet skin, his buttocks tensed tightly.

“Harder, hurt me more. More, more…”

“No.”

Suddenly, Bran stopped moving. He lowered his hips and hugged Isaiah, saying.

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Why…”

His words scared Isaiah more than the sudden change in his attitude. He didn’t want gentleness. He wanted it to be more, more ruthless and violent. He felt like he could be treated like less than an animal, humiliated in every way while kneeling like a dog. He felt like it would be okay. No, rather, it had to be that way.

“No. Hurt me.”

Please, Bran. Isaiah wrapped his legs around Bran’s waist, begging.

“I like it when it hurts. I like being punished. I need to be punished, I do. So…”

“Why do you need to be?”

Bran, cupping Isaiah’s cheeks with both hands, whispered.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, so why?”

“No, I… Aah.”

A thick shaft plunged in, piercing at an unfamiliar angle. Bran slowly moved his hips in that state. The thick head of his p3nis gently rubbed against the swollen mucous membrane. It traced each and every crease, soaked with fluid, a slow and meticulous movement, as if carving out grooves between them.