BIA Ch. 97

“This, why on earth… Ugh!”

He was about to ask why it had gotten so big, but just then, the thick head ground against the most tender spot as if to crush it, digging deeper, and he ended up screaming.

“Why did it get big?”

Bran spoke first, as if he had somehow understood.

“I told you I would cherish you.”

“Hut, Heung, Ahh, Eut, there, too much…”

“Then I have to take responsibility and cherish you properly. Enough that you feel being cherished only by me is sufficient.”

Isn’t that right? Contrary to the gentle voice, the movement of the penis pounding his insides was nothing short of violent. Perhaps it felt even more so because of the position. With their lower bodies interlocked in a cross shape, the insertion was inevitably too deep no matter what. His inner body opened wide according to the angle his thighs were spread, allowing Bran to reach the depths instantly even with a light thrust. Let alone now, when he was pounding away as if determined to shove it in up to the root of his cock. It was only natural to feel like his insides were being completely churned.

The problem was, he didn’t dislike it. No, honestly, he liked it. An incomparable peak of pleasure washed over his entire body, unlike when he was being fucked from behind standing by the window.

He had always liked being handled roughly, to the point where he might get hurt. Just before, he had been tense because there was no condom and his partner was Bran, making it overwhelming, but Bran’s movements themselves hadn’t been that aggressive. Rather, it felt like he was carefully paving the way, worried about causing injury.

But now was different. As if knowing his own ejaculated semen would act as lubricant, everything from the force gripping and spreading his buttocks to the angle of the thrusts had changed. Even when Isaiah screamed, Bran didn’t stop; instead, the relentless upward thrusts were almost frightening. Of course, Bran probably knew they were screams of pleasure.

“Ha, ah… Heuhat, Ah! Sh, Shit, it feels good, ah…!”

Indeed, the more violently Bran penetrated him, the wetter Isaiah’s screams became, eventually turning into sobs. His body reacted similarly. He could feel his insides, already slick with Bran’s semen, being fiercely pounded and crushed, mixing with newly secreted fluids until it became a complete mess.

“No, don’t pull out…”

Liking his messy insides being recklessly stirred, wanting to be violated more, Isaiah desperately tightened down below each time the cock started to withdraw. Of course, Bran wasn’t one to listen. He waited for the sticky, melted mucous membrane to cling tightly to the surface of his cock before pulling it out even more roughly. Each time, the red inner flesh clinging to the foreskin was pulled out along with it, causing the semen pooled inside to dribble out.

“Like this, it really looks like you pissed yourself.”

Bran laughed, looking at Isaiah’s groin, glistening wet with his own semen and pre-cum.

“You didn’t, did you?”

He thrust up once more while already deep inside. A cry burst out more from the pubic bone pressing against his perineum than from the head pushing in as if intending to pierce his colon.

“Ah, no… Ah! Ah, Bran! Th-there, Hut…!”

“Here?”

Bran repeatedly stabbed at the same depth. The feeling of being pierced to the very end of his insides was one thing, but the sensation of the protruding pubic bone crushing his tightly swollen perineum was truly terrible. Overwhelmed by the terribly sharp pleasure, Isaiah’s hips trembled violently as he came.

“Stop, Bran…, that, please stop.”

Leaking thin semen, Isaiah pleaded tearfully. It was an excessively intense pleasure for his body, sensitized after climaxing.

“Stop exaggerating.”

Fortunately, seeming to understand his plea was genuine, Bran pulled back slightly.

“Anyway, you’re more flexible than you look.”

Bran said, stroking Isaiah’s penis, which had begun to lose its strength. Wiping Isaiah’s semen from his hand onto his own half-exposed member, he pushed it back in all the way, then slowly bent his body forward in that state.

“Ugh…”

Isaiah let out a pained breath as his body was suddenly folded. Even with just one leg, being folded this much made breathing difficult. He urgently tried to push Bran away, but Bran leaned down and kissed him. Startled, Isaiah gripped the sofa cover with the hand that had intended to push Bran away. Meanwhile, Bran sucked Isaiah’s upper and lower lips with loud smacking sounds before asking in a low voice.

“This position? Have you done it often?”

“I don’t know…”

He truly couldn’t remember, didn’t even have the capacity to search his memory, so he just said what came to mind, but Bran’s subsequent reply was unexpected.

“I won’t be jealous, so tell me honestly.”

Isaiah was extremely flustered. Jealousy? He hadn’t even considered such a thing.

But hearing that made him think he shouldn’t be honest. Isaiah took a deep breath and then said.

“I’ve probably done it as much as you have…”

Bran grinned. Then he suddenly lifted Isaiah’s other leg and draped it over his shoulder as well. As he lowered his hips further in that state, Isaiah’s body folded in half, his buttocks lifting high.

“Ugh…!”

Before he could feel ashamed at the position that exposed his private parts completely, puk, the penis drove deep inside. The shock of being gouged inside as if being hammered down from above left Isaiah unable even to scream, only writhing beneath Bran.

“Heu, Heok… Hut!”

Each time the thick member slammed down vertically, it felt like his insides were being crushed into a mess. Contrary to the wide-open entrance, his insides were tightly clenched with tension, making the mucous membrane stick clingily to the surface every time the cock pierced deep within. Being stabbed so deeply it felt like it reached near his navel was difficult, but even more shudder-inducing was the sensation of the thick head scraping the narrow insides like a rake as it savagely withdrew.

It was sex so violent it seemed his words about not breaking him were a lie. Even for Isaiah, who liked things quite rough, this was overwhelming. Of course, he had experienced rougher sex, but the partner hadn’t been Bran then.

“Ugh…”

It was okay with others, but he didn’t want this from Bran. He was afraid something would go wrong. It felt like his heart, rather than his body, would break.

“Heuk, Ugh…”

Unable to bring himself to ask him to stop, Isaiah just sobbed. Bran stopped moving and asked.

“Why are you crying?”

Isaiah bit his lip instead of answering. He tried to hold it back, but low sobs escaped between his teeth. Bran looked at Isaiah, lowered his body, and spoke as if whispering.

“Did I adore you too much?”

“……”

“Did I?”

Isaiah slowly nodded.

“If you’re satisfied to the point of tears, then you definitely don’t need anyone else. Right?”

Isaiah hesitated for a moment, then nodded once more. Finally, Bran smiled, seemingly satisfied, and slowly leaned in for a kiss. And in that state, he began moving his hips again.

“Huu, Eung…, Ueung……”

Fortunately, he didn’t move as violently as before. Still, the penetration remained deep. Bran’s penis was enormous to begin with, and because the position left his privates completely open, it couldn’t help but be deep. Each time the thick head slowly ground around, rubbing against the narrow insides in all directions, Isaiah twisted his hips and let out silent moans.

After being ruthlessly stirred, suddenly being caressed gently felt good yet tantalizing, driving him crazier. His insides felt itchy, then throbbed achingly. A shiver ran down his spine, and his scrotum felt like it was tightening upwards, until finally, the area below his pelvis suddenly grew hot as if on fire.

Isaiah panicked at the clear precursor to an orgasm. It wasn’t his first dry orgasm, but he had never reached that point with such slow movements before. It had always happened frantically, instantaneously, amidst rough thrusting.

Even so, his lower abdomen twitched intensely, and his inner thighs trembled, making him think his suspicion was correct. He urgently fumbled for the cushion beside him, but Bran pulled his lips away and said.

“Not that.”

He grabbed Isaiah’s wrist as he reached for the cushion and made him wrap his arms around his back.

“Like this.”

“Ah…”

Isaiah instinctively hugged Bran’s back. Bran, seemingly intending to make Isaiah more comfortable, changed the position too. Though it was just lowering the two legs draped over his shoulders onto the sofa, that alone was enough.

In a much more comfortable state, he focused on the heat penetrating him again, gently pushing down, and just as expected, a dry climax soon washed over him.

“Eumm, Eung……”

Caught in waves of pleasure far more intense than expected, Isaiah bit his lip, stifling his moans. His insides clenching Bran’s cock trembled contractively, and his inner thighs quivered uncontrollably.

“Ah, my god…”

As the climax refused to subside, Isaiah didn’t know what to do and tightened his arms around Bran’s back. Then, as if to soothe him, Bran kissed him gently.

At the end of the long, tumultuous climax, Bran also came inside Isaiah. An incredible amount of semen, unbelievable for a second time, sprayed into Isaiah’s body. Even the force of the ejaculation was tremendous.

“You…, you’re not pissing inside my stomach, are you?”

As the seemingly endless ejaculation continued, Isaiah asked, exhausted. He expected Bran to take it as a joke, but surprisingly, Bran quietly asked back.

“Do you want me to?”

“No…, it’s a joke.”

Isaiah quickly replied.

“I don’t have that kind of kink.”

“Neither do I, but if you want it, I can do it for you.”

“No, I don’t want it. Not at all.”

I have no interest in that direction. Isaiah repeated. By this point, Bran might have laughed and said “me neither,” but for some reason, he just muttered with a serious face.

“That means you’ve never done it before.”

“……”

“Just kidding.”

Bran finally smiled as he pulled himself up.

“Ha.”

Isaiah felt genuinely relieved for a moment.

“I was really tense…”

As he wiped his face with his hand and sighed, Bran handed him the entire tissue box from the table and said.

“Still, if you ever want to try it, just let me know anytime.”

“Dream on.”

Isaiah snatched the tissue box. He pulled out several sheets and roughly wiped himself down, but semen kept pouring out endlessly. Isaiah clicked his tongue without realizing it.

“No, but if you were going to do this much.”

“Hm?”

“……Never mind.”

It seemed better not to say, even as a joke, “If you were going to do this much, you might as well have just pissed.” Bran would probably actually do it. This man was capable of it.

Swallowing the words that rose to his throat, Isaiah quietly pulled out another handful of tissues.